Şarkıcı Adı: Mac Dre
Şarkı Adı: Cutthoat Soup

Verse 1]
Uh
I’m always late, always on my way
Ain’t enough hours in the day to be Dre
Cause in the bay, things move fast
Stop to catch a breath, you might get past
And that’s yo ass, cause I’ma do it movinAt 12 o’ clock I’m supposed to meet Rubin
But I forgot, Ubin gotta wait
Cause I can’t be late for me court date
For goodness sake I’m like what the fuck
I’m noddin’ out, I’m sleep standin’ up
If I don’t go sit my black ass down
I’ma fuck around and, fall down
What the feezy who tryin’ to call now
Oh I forgot, I’m supposed to be at the mall now
I got in-sto’, if they knew what they was in fo24 hours in a day I need ten mo
Had to make sure it was cool baby, the call from up top
Is it, is it cool?

[Verse 2]
I’m a federal hoe nigga do shit that’s unavailable
Do it cutthoatish, unnoticed, untrailable
My bitch gon’ make sure the funds are available
I’m a hot commidity, big business, I’m sellable
Infuckincredible, ineditble
I’m married to the game so that makes unweddable
No wedding, no romantic setting
I matress on the floor, no fancy bedding
Get it straight from the gate so you know where this thang is heading
Colder as the snow on the mountains of Redding
Everythang she wanna do, I’m not letting
Work a race horse til her hair start shedding
I’m not regretting, the dirt I’ve done
A nigga wanna wet me I’ma squirt my gun
I need weed that’s gon’ hurt my lung
And chick with jaw that’ll make me squirt my cum

[Verse 3]
I’m sorry to hear your situation has been worsening
Oh I can’t complain, me myself personally
Tramp traffic is at all time high
I’m still stuntastic like I’ve been all my life
And how about wife, she’s been hittin’ me dog
I think she’s considering gettin’ me dog
She no longer cherish your marriage cause you financially embarrassed
Man I can take the bitch and go get mo’ chips than Harris
No day off like Farris, service is volunteer
By choice not force, it won’t be no problems here
Man withgaurd she finna do somethin’ slick
If she ain’t ridin’ mine she gon’ be ridin’ somebody else dick
Cause she tired of ya, done made a lie of ya
Pass her to a pimp, let me show you how I does her
I’ma get it out of her, every penny, every dolla
It’s rent money, yanadadaholla

[Verse 4]
You lames missed it, got twisted like a pretzel
I’m a slick nigga cunning, gunning, running from the metro
I get so quick do it movin’ bitch I’m federal
Respect it, connected get the stuff from the esa Pedro
I’m a pimp you, but you wouldn’t know I dress retro
Breathe life in a hoe lung, get her sprung she can’t let go
Should’ve bet mo’, scary nigga I’m winner
Eat a nigga for dinner, game strong as paint thinner
If I can’t sinner, than pimpin’, I don’t need her
All I need is one mic, my money, and my heater
I steal clientele, short stop like Derek Jeter
I’m ill for my mail will hop out the two-seater
My mouth is too heated, I’m outlawed in a few states
I come through in somethin’ ooh, cleaner than you with new plates
Y’all niggaz is fruit cakes, same sex marriages
I’m cutthoat with cutthettes, strapped with daringers

[Verse 5]
Yep, you right, nigga how you know
Man pimpin’ had to let that bitch go
She a dyme, tryin’ to steal my shine
Told that bitch take a number, get yo ass back in line
You wastin’ my muthafuckin’ time
I’m the biggest thang since Sprite put lemon with lime
Have you lost yo muthafuckin’ mind
You must don’t know, bitch I’m the kind

[Verse 6]
(Man it’s cold)
It’s cold as the Swiss Alps
People get on me, than homie I switch routes
Mac Dre stay cussin’ a bitch out
Quarterbackin’, like Dan Thoutes or Tim Crouch
I’m stuntin’, watchin’ my scritch scrotch
Pourin’ some Cris, potna I’m pimped out
I’m colder than a blizzard in Alaska
Or Mt. Shasta, In a mask a blast ya
My car faster, I strike past ya
12 Volt posi, cam and flowmasters
Keep it to yo’self potna, who asked ya
I teach the game, a preach but no pastor
I’m cold

Şarkıcı Adı: M.o.p.
Şarkı Adı: Roll Call

[Intro]
In the year 2000…
{M-O-P} still bangin
{Firing Squad!}
{The last generation…}
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All right let me brake it down one for time for you
You motherfuckers
Yo Primo hold me down son, ’cause we ain’t playin no motherfuckin games

[Lil’ Fame]
Fuck the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y.
N-I-N-E, make niggas M-I-A
And I spray a, it’s Fizzy Womack truck
Bitch don’t get in my way
Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace
Fight along with the shell aces
Holler if you hear me
I turn your head into a skeleton skull
And leave it hollow if you hear me
I keep it funky, understand me son
I rock my Timb’s untied, I don’t plan to run
Niggas see Lil’ Fame creep thru the back street
With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat
What the fuck is this? Your Van Damme flick, that’s cute
But I’m hear to fuck up your day do
Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo
I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin

[Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon]
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call

[Billy Danze]
Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?
B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer
Y’all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it’s goin be
Just make it loud and clear
Come here nigga, I can’t hear nigga
I’m deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)
You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I’m sympathetic
Don’t bet it, you should give me a little credit
I grew up where it’s equivalent to none (none)
Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)
Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin
At ease soldier, it’s the untouchable type, that you like
We burn pipes, it’s over

[Chorus]

[Lil’ Fame]
I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system
Nigga feel me, I want my goons
Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli
Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean shit
Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit
(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son
We heavy metal, what’s your love? (Ghetto prisoners)
Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker

[Billy Danze]
Aiyo we live by the code of the streets
Move wit our peeps
Since it’s hard to eat, we hardly sleep
I put my life on the line every step of the way
It’s for a good cause (for you and yours) of course
Okay, now that we establish that
Nigga where the fuck that money at
I know you got it, and I want it Jack
Just give me half of that
Take the other half and get yourself another pack
And I’ll be back for that

[Chorus]

Şarkıcı Adı: Mac Dre
Şarkı Adı: Something You Should Know

When I got the phone call I was rollin on the interstate
Dre have you ate yet? How’s bout a dinner date?
Hmmm I don’t know, let me check my scheggie
I’m free at 8:30 pick me up when you reggie
Hopped out the Chevy
So I can freshen up
Rolled a sack in the back and put my weapon up
Poured a glass of 7-up
And ate a quick snack
Salami and swiss, piled on a Ritz crack
Called the puck bitch back
Wassup Alice?
She got the mad and said, My name’s not Alice!
Alright Alice, pick me up at my palace.
I stay in Westlin, I know you know where that is.
That’s where my dad lives, be there in a jiffy!
Threw on some 150’s and my red Ken Griffey
Tee shirt crispy
I’m dipped as usual
Shave with the Andes
Electric, reuseable
Threw in my removeable iced out grill
So when I spit my spill it’s chillie-chill
I’m really ill, really feel
Really Mac-ish
I’m waiting on a bitch
And I’m puffin on some cactus
Damn where you at bitch?
I started thinking
Baby pulled up in an Aviator Lincoln
Grab me thump tank
Cause they won’t catch me leakin
Cause pucks hang and try to bang
Every weekend
I started speakin
This a hell of a car
I said, Where we eatin?
She said, The Elephant Bar
I said, To hell if we are! I’d rather Benny Honnas
She said, What’s that for?
I said, The mini-drama
Now look lil mama
It’s a quarter to 10 I can’t be out all night
I gotta stop when the song end
Now at the restaurant
I’m feelin like the man
Spoke Japan Give me moo-goo-guy-pan
Ate drank got full and burped
I said, Alright you beezy it’s time to kirk
Dipped to her spot that was tucked in the cut
Put dick threw the cot and i busted a nut
Then I busted a nut, one mo again
Then I busted a nut, on the ho chin
Now here we go again
Another fiasco
I’m diggin her out
While I’m playin with her asshole
Fuck being bashful
Baby I’m a bash-pro
She said, Dre I’ll give you anthing you ask for
You got class hoe
Now look
Pay close attention
I’m finishing the hook

Before I give ya some more

There’s something you must know

I’m a pimp, and I got hoes

Can’t fuck for free nomore

Şarkıcı Adı: Maanam
Şarkı Adı: Roads

Waiting, waiting for something to get warmer
Cruel shadows kiss my cooling body
Smiles come rarely now
Can’t contain this longing
Distant hopes glow dimly
Bitter – sweet temptation

Tears come rarely now, fever strikes like lighting
Thunder drowns my heartbeat, ice curls round my spine
Dark eyes getting darker
Can’t contain this longing
Distant hopes glow dimly
Bitter – sweet temptation

Don’t need faith without love
Don’t need love without desire
Summer ends so very quickly
Don’t need love without fire

Slipped through so many lives
So many hearts, so many roads
Don’t know which way to go
Some were warm, but some were cold

Love tastet like opium
Surrender, sweet surrender
Dark nights burn so brightly
Time just fades away
Time just fades away