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Garcia6391 liked a video
(5 months ago)
We want eazy!"
Well, clap ya hands then-come on
Clap ya hands everybo...
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We want eazy!"
Well, clap ya hands then-come on
Clap ya hands everybody
Clap ya hands, come on, come on
Put ya hands together and clap 'em
Now can y'all say Eazy
Come on, say it
EAZ-Y
Everybody come on,
EAZ-Y...
People from everywhere gather around
Checkin' out the sound that Eazy is throwin' down
With some help from Ren and Dre
Makin' a way with dope style
Yo Eazy, what ya gotta say
A miracle of modern creation
Eazy E's on the set
Hyped up with the bass
And a little bit of what ya love
From a brother who's smooth like a criminal
I mean subliminal
Otherwise known as a villain
Because I'm ruthless
When I spot a sucka, I kill 'em
But most I think know not to deal with me
Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see
EAZ-Y...
Yeah 'cuz this is the way I know you like it
So you won't strike it
I took it and I hyped it
And now that it's done, I know ya pleased
At how the E just duz it with ease
Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin'
Just to get a picture of me 'n' my B-O-Y-Z
From the H-double-O-D
N.W.A., down with me
Strong 'n' I'm ragin'
Turn the page 'n'
See I'm not a son of a gun
I'm a gauge 'n'
Nuthin' can avoid this shot 'cause it's hittin'
It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten
I'm comin' off raw into ya speaker
Makin' the suckas on the street feel weaker
But most I think know not to deal with me
Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see
EAZ-Y...
Aw, never, I'm just too clever
So, in fact, that no one can sever
A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear
So a register is all I hear
Money overturned, then I jet
To make another hit, for you to go and get
Record stores sold out because you love it
Another example of how Eazy duz it
EAZ-Y
We want Eazy...
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Garcia6391 uploaded a new video
(5 months ago)
But that's the whole tragic point, my friends What, what would I do if I...
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But that's the whole tragic point, my friends What, what would I do if I could suddenly feel And to know once again that what I feel is real? I could cry, I could smile, I might lay back for awhile Tell me what, what would I do if I could feel you?
I was young, I was survivin' the times Waitin' for my moment, I was destined to shine Little Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm next Wantin' bracelets, never had a rope on my neck Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain 'Rest In Peace'
Even though that night you flipped on us, you warned us If you came back and we still on the corners, we goners, movin' on to Move your arm and your watch to another time on the block 'Cause this 40 Side where they say shorty rhyme Tragedy he used to come through all the time
I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the word define He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine That was my first crush, I bought my first mic I wrote my first verse, I was about nine I was about mine, fantasize house-buyin'
Met Paul, he wore some big glasses Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived I was happy, just gettin' some answers I ain't even know what a record advance was
I'm seein' hoes sex in the studio bathroom With rap dudes, thinkin' wow, she moved me Same girl then, right now's a groupie Back then she was like the star in the movie
Large jewelry and expensive Gucci Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie Eric B man lookin' like touch it he shoot me
You see, every time Ra didn't show I get to record demos at attempts to blow I wonder could they tell, how did they know Sixteen years later, here I go
What, what, what would I do? What, what, what would I do? What, what, what would I do? What, what, what would I do?
I'm with Akinyele in the street, tryin' to get us a deal G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us
Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted Reef and Matty C offered me a little money Shit, a little funny, feel a little laughter Rebel of hip-hop comin' through a white rapper
My boy MC Serch nevertheless Took me to Columbia, back then CBS Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man Now buggin' 'cause the label had just dropped Def Jam
Could you picture Russell needin' a check, man? But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram Life is ill, again life's a movie Then, the roster's Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees
Before I sold records, no promotion The rap world like, what's all this commotion? Went plat', mad bottles I'm toasting 20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then
What, what, what would I do? What, what, what would I do? What, what, what would I do? What, what, what would I do?
Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh But back to the matter at hand 'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five Some cats didn't make it alive
Dated some stars but respect their privacy Copped mad cars, layin' back in the driver's seat Held myself down, just steerin' the wheel Here I am, completed my whole record deal
What, what, what would I do? What, what, what would I do? What, what, what would I do? What, what, what would I do?
What would I do if I could reach inside of me? And to know how it feels to say, I like what I see
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Garcia6391 uploaded a new video
(5 months ago)
"Made You Look"
[shotgun blast]
[old school break beat, thugs ch...
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"Made You Look"
[shotgun blast]
[old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X]
[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless
Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and yor men's at
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
[Chorus: Nas]
They shootin'! -- Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin'! -- Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
[Verse 2: Nas]
This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift
Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept
All my just-comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
[Chorus]
[thugs chanting "Bravehearts!" 4X over DJ scratching gunshots]
[Verse 3: Nas]
I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa"
Maybach Benz, back seat, tv plasma
Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
[record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella]
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'
My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness
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