CD CIRCLE 2003 - October
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Lyrics

[01] Homer - To Start Press Anykey
"To start press Anykey, where's the Anykey?"

[02] Lunatic Calm - Leave You Far Behind
I wanna take you on a roller coaster I wanna tell you that I'm feeling closer I wanna push it right over the line (2x) The line that you draw as you draw me near(2x) I want(5x), I wanna leave you far behind...

[03] Snoop Dogg - Paper'd Up
(feat. Mr. Kane, Traci Nelson) "He's a sweet, soul, brother!" [beat from the remix of "Paid in Full" plays in the background] [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! "You make me feel so goooood!" [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Chorus: Mr. Kane] In the world of change, here I am Tryin to have some thangs So what you need is some game, to get your money man Ohh baby, in the world of paper, paper [Snoop Dogg] Thinkin of a master plan Cause ain't nuttin but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pockets, all my money is spent So I dig deeper, but still comin up with lint So I, start my mission, leave my residence Thinkin how can I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to see a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuttin funny Stop smilin, cause still don't nuttin move but the money Cause now I've learned to earn cause I'm righteous I feel great, so maybe I might just Search fo' a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street, whistlin this Feelin out of place cause man do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Warren G, and a big fat plate of Chicken wings, cause that's my favorite thang But without no money man that shit's a dream Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I've made Soon as I bust 'em see if I got pull I hit the DoggHouse, cause I'm paid in full [echoes] [Chorus] [beat from the remix of "Paid in Full" plays in the background] [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money! [Mr. Kane: repeat 2X w/ ad libs] W-w-w-w-w-well W-w-w-w-w-welllll Ohhhh baby W-w-w-w-w-well W-w-w-w-wellll, ohh baby Ohhhh baby

[04] Limp Bizkit - Crack Addict
3, 2, 1! Here we go again! Right now. Let's go. Me and you, toe to toe 'Cause we can rock, and we can roll. Here we go again! Right now. Let's go. Me and you, toe to toe 'Cause we can rock, and we can roll. Ya see it's one for the trouble, and two for the time one for the trouble, and two for the time one, one for the trouble, and two for the time C'mon ya'll let's rock Now I'm gonna fill up my lungs with some butane Turn the mic into a flame. Damn that shit's hot! Super heavy, built like a Chevy. And I ain't really mad at the hey hey. Round two. You ready for a break? You keep on talkin' I'ma break you off something like this Full throttle. Better be prepared comin' with the kick and the snare. Apocalypse now. Who's talkin' shit now? Give me the count down 3, 2, 1. Here we go again! Right now. Let's go. Me and you, toe to toe 'Cause we can rock, and we can roll. Here we go again! Right now. Let's go. Me and you, toe to toe 'Cause we can rock, and we can roll. I wanna tell you. Tell ya to your face right now. Not really sure that... Not really sure I know how. Gonna try. Gonna try. Give you a piece of my mind. Gonna try. Gonna try. And I hope you don't mind. I'm a crack addict. That's right I'm a crack addict. You heard me I'm a crack addict. I'm addicted to crackin' skulls when punks start static. It's time to panic. I'm addicted to crackin' skulls when punks start static. (It's time) It's time to panic. (It's time) I'm addicted to crackin' skulls when punks start static. Here we go again! Right now. Let's go. Me and you, toe to toe 'Cause we can rock, and we can roll. Here we go again! Right now. Let's go. Me and you, toe to toe 'Cause we can rock, and we can roll.

[05] Methods of Mayhem - Get Naked
Tommy Lee: Seventy-seven million dollars made from watchin' me cum Under the sun on my vacation (after hours on Spectravision) Shootin' my jizzy jizzum The woody has rissy rizen I ain't gettin' paid to entertain your bridal showers Rockin' my porno tape for hours'n'hours Clitoris's are fearin me it's bigger than Ron Jeremy Fred Durst: Cause it's them ass cheeks that make my ass weak And I've been runnin' with the blueballs since last week So if you ask me I'll be glad to speak after we get butt naked And break it down with NASTY! (Chorus): Lil Kim & Tommy Lee Get, Get Naked Come on baby make it hot Get Get Naked Ride the cock til you hit the spot Get Get Naked Come on baby make it hot Get Naked George Clinton: Roof roof Doin' it doggy style Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Bow wow yippy yo yippy yay Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Bow wow yippy yo yippy yay Tilo: The little Geisha ho from tokyo who said she Could blow ten dollas love me long time in a limo For really doh I'm just try in to fly with the flows freak up some hos Blow up the shows make a little dough-ho As if you didn't know back to the strip club freakin' up some ho-ho's Swingin' my dingaling it ain't no thing Tommy Lee & Tilo: It's those intergalatic ho's who come down in those Space probes five green hienas Representin with no clothes Mix Master Mike, Mix Master Mike Makin' the pussy tight No jimmy no gimme no lust In the Methods of Mayhem we trust! Its a must so rip off yer clothes and expose yer BUST! Fred Durst: Cause it's them ass cheeks that make my ass weak And I've been runnin' with the blueballs since last week So if you ask me I'll be glad to speak after we get butt naked And break it down with NASTY! Chorus You only Love me when you want punanny Lil Kim: Queen bitch red lipstick The all black harlot call me black Barbie Fuck a blow job it's a motherfuckin' hobbie Under 7 inches uhh sorry Minute men I can't fuck wit them I like to ride the cock till you hit the spot Uhh come on baby make it hot Got a convertable drop the top Before we do a thing I want the diamonds and the rings The furs the minks the jewels the links You know I'm freaky so ya got to eat me and uh I know you hate it but uh GET NAKED! Lil Kim & Tommy Lee: You ain't lickin' this You ain't stickin' this we don't want the dick Fuck the cunt games you girls that complain And I ain't leavin' until you're sleepin on the cum stains (Repeat) Chorus

[06] Custom - Hey Mister
Hey Mister I really like your daughter, I'd like to eat her like ice cream maybe dip her in chocolate Hey Mister on your way over in your Volvo, suit, and tie Well, be crawling in your bed soon messing around, maybe getting high It's not what ya did, It's not what ya didn't God gave her a perfect body and now I'm all up in it. It's not she's a tramp. It's not she's not pure. She just likes getting her fuck on, and its good for that I'm sure Hey Mister I really like your daughter. When I'm horny like thirsty She's a bottle of water. Hey Mister how'd it get so bad You raised her so well and now she's calling me dad in the back seat naked of a new Volkswagen the perfect little gift for high school graduation. It's not what ya did, It's not what ya didn't God gave her a perfect body and now I'm all up in it. It's not she's a tramp. It's not she's not pure. She just likes getting her fuck on, and its good for that I'm sure Nana na nana na, Nana na nana na, Nana na nana na, ha hahaha ha ha haha I eat all the food in your fridge Call my friends around the world Rack up your long distance do Breakstands neutral drops Wreck all your cars Drink all the booze in your cheezy ass wet bar Order stuff on your credit cards Leave boogers in the skippy jar Smoke your cigars Answer the phone tell your boss you moved to mars When you call in late from work tell your wife You're at the titty bars It's not what ya did, It's not what ya didn't God gave her a perfect body and now I'm all up in it. It's not she's a tramp. It's not she's not pure. She just likes getting her fuck on, and its good for that I'm sure I can't lie I have to tell the truth My commandments says I'm a total spoof Your daughter's a freak Your daughter's a pro When i'm done with her She'll do one of your bros I hope I'll never have a daughter I hope I'll never have a daughter I hope I'll never have a daughter I hope I'll never have a daughter Nana na nana na, Nana na nana na, Nana na nana na, Nana na nana naaaaaaaa!

[07] Devin - See What I Could Pull
Verse 1: I wasn't gonna COME But now that I'm HERE I'm glad I CAME the club is BOMB Greens got a BIG cooler of DRANK he gives me SOME And then I step TO bitches with Game we try to RUN Up in these hoes don't even know their NAME They have no bra No panties They never stay on They just hyper out and go on they way all the way home I'll just Wait Cause inside is much too stuffy Gotta find some pussy The club don't close till three And if you're lookin' for me I'll be... Hook: Sittin' in front of the ride Drinkin' and smokin' some weed Checkin' out the bitches Tryin' to see what I can see I didn't know that there were so many hoes round here Got a parking lot full And I'll be checkin' out the bitches Tryin' to see what I can pull Verse 2: I spotted this BITCH THAT I use to HIT back in the DAY she thinks I'm RICH Therefore she FEELS that I should PAY she doesn't got DICK Nice palm sized HIPS jut there is no WAY that I can GIVE Her money for something I get for free She had no bra No panties She's ready to bone Even stock on her cock or you get ready to bone I think I'll just wait That just don't sound good to me Gotta find some cheap pussy The club don't close till three and if you're lookin for me I'll be... Hook Verse 3: It's almost NINE It's damn near TWO it's getting LATE and that's a SIGN Of all the STARS out on the CHASE niggas be LYIN' Tryin' to win these HOES like it's a RACE and I don't MIND If I see a nigga all in my bitch FACE If she has no bra No panties Look like she wanna bone And it ain't no pain at all just go and take that hoe home I'll just wait For one of these freaks to come with me to make whoopy Find a piece of pussy My watch says a quarter to three And if you're lookin' for me I'll be... Hook

[08] Cypress Hill - Locotes
You don't want to turn your back on me When you least expect it I come with a wicked method I'm creepin on ya Now you find your homeboy's Bleeding on ya It's the the locote coming out the bote I got a new jale jacking in the noche Give me your ferja In your pocket or they'll carry ya Off and burry ya in the eastside area 4 and 3 and 2 and 1 The thievery don'nt stop 'til I get done Sometimes I don't even need my GAT But shit's getting deep and I gotta Blast back to thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery Cuz jacking is my hobby Give me that money, Jewelry & your keys To the five-o outside on deez Later, out with the 85 mustang One-time got me on the radar Trucha! And you don't stop 'til i'm done Now the puercos got me on the run You don't want to turn your back on me When you least expect it, I got your keys In my possession with my smith and wesson Taking out all my agression Check it out you're looking At the jefe Of that clica with the big bad trece I teach you a lesson, no question Get your ass out now you're passing out When you look at the cuete 4 and 3 and 2 and 1 The roberydon'nt stop 'til I get done Some niggas do this shit for fun Now the puercosgot me on the run from varrio to varrio Looking for anybody, Oh Cesario Hanging out with Mario Looking for a place to hide Spank got my back over there right And it don't stop 'til i'm done Now the one-time got me on the run One-time's not done with us Now they're looking for my ride But i'm on the bus Don't turn your back on a vacto like me Cuz i'm one broke motherfucka In need Desperate! What's going on in the mente Taking from the rich not from my gente Look at that gabacho slipping Borracho from the cerveza He's sipping No me vale, madre Gabachopray to your padre This is for the time you would Give me the jale 4 and 3 and 2 and 1 This ol motherfucker, got him a gun Bla-on!I took one to the kneecap Things happened so fast now I dropped my strap Now I'm about to meet my maker I thought I had it all, figured it out For the paper No longer will I be running Last thing I heard was the Fuckin GAT humming

[09] D12 & Eminem - Words are Weapons
[Funkmaster Flex] Y'knahmean shout to Shady Records My man Eminem, D-12, Paul Rosenberg Shout to Jimmy Iovine, Steve Stoute Funk Flex, 60 Minutes of fuckin Funk nigga, Volume FOUR! ONE!! [Eminem] My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never did show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record [Eminem] Yo, the rage I release on a page is like a demon unleashed in a cage Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage My mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite Onen I get behind the mic it's like the wick is lit you bitches die tonight My nine is like a guidin light at night shinin bright My fuckin grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych These cock-suckin cops got my Smith-N-Wesson I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man the shit's depressin But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present [Swifty McVeigh] Come on Slim, let's go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson [Eminem] They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage Shady stay creative baby hold your head up, don't you let up one bit on these motherfuckin suckers you're a soldier GET UP Stand up for waht you believe in, long as you breathin they jealous of you man, that's the only reason they beefin! [Eminem] My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never did show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record [Swifty McVeigh] It's that Dirty Dozen renegade You done pulled the pin out my grenade .38'sll move your shit up out the way You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got somethin to say? Let it out today or watch these bullets spray from these ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters that'll make Jeff Dahmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor See I'm 'Dirty, so I ain't gotta buy a pistol cleaner An official beater, don't let me see you with yo' heater You gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did it You packin somethin special in your crib then bitch get it I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile (uh-huh) with this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils You get splitted and guess what, I'm blowin up the hospital and wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em [Eminem] My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never did show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record [Bizarre] I'm eatin crews like I'm Hannibal There's no way I can be the gay rapper (Why not?) I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha-ha) Stupid trick got my dick startin to itch Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid bitch One on one in this bloodsport I'm in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports (Your honor!) Six times I been arrested; how would you feel if you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested? (It happens) I'm smokin dank drikin drank I can't have any kids cause I'm fuckin shootin blanks! Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck?! Nicole's a whore, I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut (uhh!) Responsibility, I'm negligent Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!) Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre while I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin diarrhea [Eminem] My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never did show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record Yo!

[010] Nas - 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

[11] Cypress Hill - Low Rider
[Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X] Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der.. [Intro: B-Real + (Mellow Man Ace)] Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der) So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight [B-Real] Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this We been makin you bounce, for many years already Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti But I just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff Yes my gift is to amaze you all Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what? I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der) But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when I spit it out and start some flowin I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in I'm keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der) You wanna trip? Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged [Chorus + (Mellow Man Ace)] Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der) We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der) We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight [B-Real & Sen Dog] Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der) [Sen Dog] I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya Flossin too much, no vato's gonna want ya Not right here homes, we're past all of that Makin that feria, spittin that raps Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle Cypress Ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der) Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick Whassup ese? What hood you claim? Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der) Hands in the air with the pinky rings Soul Assassins, runnin everything To all you vatos, make sure you check this In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der) [Chorus] [Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade] Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..

[12] Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg - On the Boulevard
[Dr. Dre] You in the office of the good doc again, let's walk again It's like clock again, the hood rock again You should pop it in,ain't take it out That shit play on, you can't make it out The world ain't set for what I'm about to do Ninety-six tracks mixed down to two I stepped out the booth, called up Snoop Like toucan, Dre got colorful loops [Snoop Dogg] We can shoot, we can scrap We can rap, we can act We can mack these bitches, whatever you want Ol' bitch ass niggas think it's better to front [Dr. Dre] How it be on the West, forever the hunt [Snoop Dogg] But I won't wear no bull's eye (Bull's eye eye) Bull's eye is how these fools die (Die die) Waitin' on school by (By by) Have you on the news by (By) [Dr. Dre] Y'all know how the story goes We give a fuck about award shows [Snoop Dogg] Same shit about hoes [Dr. Dre] Real niggas own platinum balls I ain't got it on my neck nigga check my walls I think y'all just tryin' to insight us Yo I see how the world can't see these Eastsidaz All y'all wanna criticize, fuckin' with us tryin' to get a ride That's when my shit flies [Snoop Dogg] And here's where the pimp lies [Dr. Dre] I spit game at the globe First week deuce five [Hook: Kokane] I'd rather be ridin' than walkin' While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin' All you high paid niggas stay fly I'ma slide left, fly right on by I'ma do it on the boulevard Fast bitches, fast cars and stars Stayin' boxed up eatin' caviar Lookin' for the next play to have it all, ah nah [Dr. Dre with Snoop rapping along] It's funny how the game goes New face but they look like the same hoes I try to get away, everybody wanna hit of Dre Stay focused, bang I done hit a day [Snoop Dogg] Nigga fuck what cha' heard, shit is all lies Niggas mad Dre and Snoop stayin' multi [Dr. Dre] Fuck y'all, wanna slice and it's all mine [Snoop Dogg] My career in fifth gear while y'all's dyin' [Dr. Dre] You thinkin' California all sun and surf, for sho' I can see you walkin' under the Earth [Snoop Dogg] My gun burst em' [Dr. Dre] And I still got my first mail Still bounce till I feel like the Earth tilt [Snoop Dogg] Every club, Dre and Snoop loudest G-Funk, get it crunk like the Dirty South Hold ya mouth, you ain't worth a third of me [Dr. Dre] A word from me, exclusive as a surgery But I don't use a scalpel, chainsaw shoppin' My fingerprints all over the top ten [Snoop Dogg] Like that [Dr. Dre] Whole staff'll come through and spin Either on the film or the two-inch wheel Behind the wheel of a sixty-four I can't stop till I done fifty totes [Snoop Dogg] Y'all motherfuckers know me I smoke a lot of weed, sayin' fuck a pass like Kobe [Hook] [Kokane x4] Rock on, rock on keep movin' on Groovin' on and hold ya on [Hook]

[13] Kottonmouth Kings - First Class
It's time to smoke Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, green hit, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze Shit'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 shit, 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 shit if it ain't broke We ain't no jokes, you know the kings by the size of our tokes, Motherfuckers Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, green hit, 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, green hit, 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, green hit, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze

[14] Run DMC - Tougher Than Leather
[Run-D.M.C.] Unconceivable, unbelievable Grammar like a hammer information receivable Sent by the Lord, here and abroad with words well adored now they can't be ignored! [Run] The force of course that makes Run the boss so get lost because I just toss a punk Make way today and if I may I say I make pay with Jay, so get away OKAY? Gainin weight, I ate the whole plate today Never rate the great, I go state to state Just peep and keep but don't sleep or weep Get deep to leap or I'll beep the Jeep Put down the clown, get 'round the town I found the sound that I pound the ground Get paid and laid, not 'jayed or 'fraid so I stayed and made, not a bad debate Got a group to troop, with a shoop de shoop Shoot hoop then scoop, on this loop to loop Goin off and off, not soft of course Just black and back to go back and forth Go to school and cool, ?? ?? and pull Got soul and gold and cold hold a jewel Upset the vet, a vet met a Jet Just let your ??, and I'll win the bet Got a punch to crunch, cold munch for lunch not Grady or the lady from the Brady Bunch Got cheese in Lee's like he's in jeans Charge Visa freeze, on these with ease No dope to cope, just good to go There's hope to Pope, big nope for no Quite clever and never, we're together forever Run-D.M.C. and we're "Tougher Than Leather" [D.M.C.] Strong and mighty hard as can be ?? ?? ?? lie press strong as Dee Never frightened I'm writin fightin for what's right Let's keep it ?? in the night I'm creepin with my mic I got to go for broke, and I ain't no joke I won't yoke and choke, 'cept you suckers I smoked Bumrush and crush, leave em in the dust This is a must to rough, ?? ?? ?? Only strong survive, and the weak will die As long as I'm alive I keep my head up high because I'm strong in body, and smart in mind I was born to rhyme, as a gift to mankind No punk or chump, never givin no slack We'll be killin a villain and like chillin, "Yo black!" I got a ?? ??, it's me you run from I'm the king I do my things until my Kingdom Come! {*guitar solo*} [Run] .. cause .. I'm Rough and tough, cold huff and puff Don't bluff the stuff, got enough to rough Go long and on, no longer song Go on and on just for past the dawn Put preach and teach, with a speech to reach all streets and each, with beats for treats Got the King Supreme, may seem the clean with a beat and a ring, no dream machine Not a gang to bang, out to hang with slang talking yang and tang, about everythang Just brothers and others, like fathers and mothers who discovered they love us they think that I've been above us No crime or time, just rhyme and I'm full grown and own, no phone or dime Just cut the stuff, til you get enough cause we're rougher than tougher and rougher tougher than tough! {*guitar solo*} [Run-D.M.C.] Ah with a voice like thunder, words of wonder over all standin tall and the suckers fall under Posessed with power, cowards will cower Ducks we devour hour hour after hour Three man riot, you can't deny it We're so ill that you can't defy it Gonna live, POSITIVE, forever, AND EVER Run-D.M.C. and we're "Tougher Than Leather"

[15] Futurama - Space
"Space it seems to go on and on forever, but then you get to the end and a giant gorilla starts throwing barrel at you..."

[16] Rush - Earth Shine
On certain nights When the angles are right And the moon is a slender crescent It's circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine A beacon in the night I can raise my eyes to Earthshine Earthshine A jewel out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine Floating high In the evening sky I see my faint reflection Pale facsimile Like what others see When they look in my direction Earthshine Stretching out your hand Full of starlit diamonds Earthshine Reflected light To another's sight And the moon tells a lover's story My borrowed face And my third hand grace Only reflect your glory You're still out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine

[17] Van Halen - Could This Be Magic?
Out upon the islands on a cool summer night, buddy, you don't got to hurry. Take your time. What you need is on the menu and you get it tonight. Buddy, you got womens on your mind. Could this be magic, or could this be love? Could this turn tragic? You know that magic often does. And I see lonely ships upon the water. Better save the women and children first. Sail away with someone's daughter. Better save the women and children first. I hear music on the landin', and there's laughter in the air. Just could be your boat is comin' in. Yeah, you're leanin' back, and your foot's tappin' and you got your head right. There's a full moon out tonight. Baby, let's begin. Could this be magic, or could this be love? Could this turn tragic? You know that magic often does. And I see lonely ships upon the water. Better save the women and children first. Sail away with someone's daughter. Better save the women and children first.

[18] Homer - I'm outta here
"That's it! I'm outta here!"