9. Orenthal James(Ridiculousness) (feat. South Re$$E, Cerious Blacc & Red$Lug$)
(Safe to assume we know who took out Pac)
I heard she had bars, brother
(Same folks probably got Biggie too)
Brazier than, crazier Batman is a bit off his rocker
He's the only superhero with no super powers
Just gadgets and long money
You don't possess those
But see where self knowing can get you, dummy
Moonrocks on my person, I call them, 'Keefe D'
Nuggs so loud, they dry snitching
Caught attention of police
Not in Cali, leaving where NBA's Magic play
(Weed game in)
Orlando been dead
Diarrhea of the mouth still not ok
It's a Hardaway, to try to built a Shaq with Penny's
Now in LA mansion Kobe, beef
Three peat champs Cumming, Whitney
Huh?
Where is my mind? This dust ain't pixie
Levies busted, shit's creek in the Nile up the Mississippi
Woke up in Phoenix, rebirth by Venus
Plotting new mission for peace
While strapped up like Gilbert Areas (Strapped)
Shooting blanks, oops, wet dream
Nowhere near Halloween, diary of a fiend
Knuckles all bloody from beating up tracks
Back to reality, you can't prove it, it's not facts
(But I'm the juice)
You are, OJ
We've never been black
His confession: Nicole Simpson can't rap
Ron Goldman like Ichabod Crane Headless horseman
She didn't make him wrap it up
Naked head in a whore, man
Besties Kris Kardashian
You how that Lifestyle goes
Tried to play a Trojan
She hel-en'd up a dead hoe
No receipts for the pussy
Invested big dough
Can't off a white
Trojan's bronco
Heading to Daygo
(Can't kill a white lady and get away with it)
With a ride or die homie behind the wheel
AC, Green's not what I mean
When I say, 'you gots to chill'
Trash pussy ass niggas
No need for massengil
Already smelled ya before seeing What the mask revealed
L.A. Reid, la Babyface still you don't know The Deale
On a Quest with my Tribe
We kick it like Zastudil
In Texas Dallas deeper than Presidential convoy
Parade next to his broad
Kennedy got popped
Dom(e) where it Hit-Boy
(Hit-Boy)
Hal-a-mil enough to cover most bills
Skilled infielder call me Delino Deshields
Marquis Grissom of this funky exposition
John, he tried to rēp-ar-ations
Glove of cock-rin' didn't fit 'em
(Figure that shit out, fool)
So costly to not listen when it's free to pay attention
(South East Resse)
King of the streets
I'm super mean over beats
I'm the street king of the streets
Making your whole team retreat
When I hop up that thing
And niggas be like
'Oh, shit, that's Resse
Obama on me
I've been a leader from the start
Niggas acting like a lion
But lying, they need heart
I'm on a level of
Einstein smart and make 'em
(Yep, yep, yep)
Bring it straight to you're able
Like two shots
Give a fuck if who's hot
Nigga, I'm from the straight
Seven duce block
Run up on niggas like Cease
And pull them up like tube socks
Ay, what the fuck
Did you thought
Run around and get your jewel rocked
Like Will did Chris
R.I.P. Mac Dre
But I feel off thizz
I'm in the field with these kids
In a concrete jungle
No map, while they're making me sit
On Wall Street bundles
(Bundles, big bundles)
Yeah, Wall Street bundles
And y'all clowns belong to carnivals
Belong to carnivals
(Clowns)
Bernie Mac funny
They trying to get me laughing, man
Bury that, homie
I'm a legend like Kobe
(Rest in peace, legendary like Kobe
Eight and the Duce-Four, brobro, Cerious Blacc, go)
Jimmy Hendrix, Malcolm X
Martin Luther King
(I had a dream)
Michael Jackson, and Prince
The same killers that get you with the same one, bro
The rapper hole gets deep
I had a dream then woke up
Out my sleep
They don't get it
These niggas still sheep
I smoke weed, do my research
So my knowledge get deep
You been rap for 12 years
I barely at my peak
I saw what happened
To Pac and Big
Conspiracy?
You believe Keefe D?
No money without the gold
Trying to tell y'all a fake damn poll
They don't believe
But they don't see it's in plain
Sight, but they still can't see
Is it the curse or am I gifted
I'm unlighted
You won't believe me if I told you
Would have to break my bottle out on you and show you
I spit game like it's poison
Could you imagine
Where I'm trying to go
I'm always faded
I'm barely sober
One day you got to face it
The truth hurt
The shit that people be on
Is ridiculous
(Ridiculous)
Eyes covered by Brim of my hat, my Steelo
Still peep honey, scent of Chanel, South, West coast
Laugh was so horrendous I forgot the joke
That ass so stupendous I hope she bath soaks
He may be a great African American, so what
Fuq Elon Musk and black history month
I'd dance naked to Huey Lewis & The News on Fox News
Before I'd buy some Trump shoes
(Fuq Trump)
Accept staying sleep, that's why you stay pressing snooze
Stand on what I say so much, I'm 8'2
Sole purpose my choice never confused
College degree to teach still yell, fuq schools
(Fuq school)
Because, ah, if you know then you know
Kid wants to stay home, no, your ass still gotta go
Learn the game to navigate smooth as possible
Grab a pussy, deep throat may land a reality show
I heard she had bars, brother
(Same folks probably got Biggie too)
Brazier than, crazier Batman is a bit off his rocker
He's the only superhero with no super powers
Just gadgets and long money
You don't possess those
But see where self knowing can get you, dummy
Moonrocks on my person, I call them, 'Keefe D'
Nuggs so loud, they dry snitching
Caught attention of police
Not in Cali, leaving where NBA's Magic play
(Weed game in)
Orlando been dead
Diarrhea of the mouth still not ok
It's a Hardaway, to try to built a Shaq with Penny's
Now in LA mansion Kobe, beef
Three peat champs Cumming, Whitney
Huh?
Where is my mind? This dust ain't pixie
Levies busted, shit's creek in the Nile up the Mississippi
Woke up in Phoenix, rebirth by Venus
Plotting new mission for peace
While strapped up like Gilbert Areas (Strapped)
Shooting blanks, oops, wet dream
Nowhere near Halloween, diary of a fiend
Knuckles all bloody from beating up tracks
Back to reality, you can't prove it, it's not facts
(But I'm the juice)
You are, OJ
We've never been black
His confession: Nicole Simpson can't rap
Ron Goldman like Ichabod Crane Headless horseman
She didn't make him wrap it up
Naked head in a whore, man
Besties Kris Kardashian
You how that Lifestyle goes
Tried to play a Trojan
She hel-en'd up a dead hoe
No receipts for the pussy
Invested big dough
Can't off a white
Trojan's bronco
Heading to Daygo
(Can't kill a white lady and get away with it)
With a ride or die homie behind the wheel
AC, Green's not what I mean
When I say, 'you gots to chill'
Trash pussy ass niggas
No need for massengil
Already smelled ya before seeing What the mask revealed
L.A. Reid, la Babyface still you don't know The Deale
On a Quest with my Tribe
We kick it like Zastudil
In Texas Dallas deeper than Presidential convoy
Parade next to his broad
Kennedy got popped
Dom(e) where it Hit-Boy
(Hit-Boy)
Hal-a-mil enough to cover most bills
Skilled infielder call me Delino Deshields
Marquis Grissom of this funky exposition
John, he tried to rēp-ar-ations
Glove of cock-rin' didn't fit 'em
(Figure that shit out, fool)
So costly to not listen when it's free to pay attention
(South East Resse)
King of the streets
I'm super mean over beats
I'm the street king of the streets
Making your whole team retreat
When I hop up that thing
And niggas be like
'Oh, shit, that's Resse
Obama on me
I've been a leader from the start
Niggas acting like a lion
But lying, they need heart
I'm on a level of
Einstein smart and make 'em
(Yep, yep, yep)
Bring it straight to you're able
Like two shots
Give a fuck if who's hot
Nigga, I'm from the straight
Seven duce block
Run up on niggas like Cease
And pull them up like tube socks
Ay, what the fuck
Did you thought
Run around and get your jewel rocked
Like Will did Chris
R.I.P. Mac Dre
But I feel off thizz
I'm in the field with these kids
In a concrete jungle
No map, while they're making me sit
On Wall Street bundles
(Bundles, big bundles)
Yeah, Wall Street bundles
And y'all clowns belong to carnivals
Belong to carnivals
(Clowns)
Bernie Mac funny
They trying to get me laughing, man
Bury that, homie
I'm a legend like Kobe
(Rest in peace, legendary like Kobe
Eight and the Duce-Four, brobro, Cerious Blacc, go)
Jimmy Hendrix, Malcolm X
Martin Luther King
(I had a dream)
Michael Jackson, and Prince
The same killers that get you with the same one, bro
The rapper hole gets deep
I had a dream then woke up
Out my sleep
They don't get it
These niggas still sheep
I smoke weed, do my research
So my knowledge get deep
You been rap for 12 years
I barely at my peak
I saw what happened
To Pac and Big
Conspiracy?
You believe Keefe D?
No money without the gold
Trying to tell y'all a fake damn poll
They don't believe
But they don't see it's in plain
Sight, but they still can't see
Is it the curse or am I gifted
I'm unlighted
You won't believe me if I told you
Would have to break my bottle out on you and show you
I spit game like it's poison
Could you imagine
Where I'm trying to go
I'm always faded
I'm barely sober
One day you got to face it
The truth hurt
The shit that people be on
Is ridiculous
(Ridiculous)
Eyes covered by Brim of my hat, my Steelo
Still peep honey, scent of Chanel, South, West coast
Laugh was so horrendous I forgot the joke
That ass so stupendous I hope she bath soaks
He may be a great African American, so what
Fuq Elon Musk and black history month
I'd dance naked to Huey Lewis & The News on Fox News
Before I'd buy some Trump shoes
(Fuq Trump)
Accept staying sleep, that's why you stay pressing snooze
Stand on what I say so much, I'm 8'2
Sole purpose my choice never confused
College degree to teach still yell, fuq schools
(Fuq school)
Because, ah, if you know then you know
Kid wants to stay home, no, your ass still gotta go
Learn the game to navigate smooth as possible
Grab a pussy, deep throat may land a reality show
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Crowley, Harold Snowten, Iii, Tyrice Jones
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- isla mujeres (slowed, solo red)
- reddy newton presents: mood fm volume 3
- 9. orenthal james(ridiculousness)
- 3. implacable
- 13. jugadores dos
- 11. there's something about mary
- 12. sista act 2: back in the habit
- ain't one to gossip
- Bill Gates Mosquito (R.I.P. Bo$$) - Single
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