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hiphop classics mix - straight '03 lyrics

[verse 1 * x gon’ give it to ya]
x gon’ give it to ya (what?)
f*ck waitin’ for you to get it on your own, x gon’ deliver to ya (uh)
knock*knock, open up the door, it’s real
with the non*stop pop*pop from stainless steel
go hard, gettin’ busy with it (ooh)
but i got such a good heart that i’ll make a motherf*cker wonder if he did it (yeah)
d*mn right, and i’ll do it again (yeah)
’cause i am light so i gots to win (uh, uh, uh)
break bread with the enemy (what?)
no matter how many cats i break bread with, i’ll break who you sendin’ me (yeah)
you motherf*ckers never wanted nothin’ but your life saved (uh)
b*tch, and that’s on a light day (give up)
i’m gettin’ down (down) like a playa’ said “freeze” (uh)
but won’t bе the one endin’ up on his knees
b*tch plеase, (come on) if the only thing you cats did
was came out to play, stay out my way, motherf*cker

[chorus * x gon’ give it to ya]
first, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
then we let it pop, go, let it go (what)
x gon’ give it to ya (uh), he gon’ give it to ya
x gon’ give it to ya (uh), he gon’ give it to ya
first, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
then we let it pop, go, let it go
[intro * in da club]
go, go
go, go, go, go
go, shawty, it’s your birthday
we gon’ party like it’s your birthday
we gon’ sip bacardí like it’s your birthday
and you know we don’t give a f*ck it’s not your birthday

[chorus * in da club]
you can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
look, mami, i got the x if you into takin’ drugs
i’m into havin’ s*x, i ain’t into makin’ love
so come give me a hug if you into gettin’ rubbed
you can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
look, mami, i got the x if you into takin’ drugs
i’m into havin’ s*x, i ain’t into makin’ love
so come give me a hug if you into gettin’ rubbed

[verse 1 * in da club]
when i pull up out front, you see the benz on dubs (uh*huh)
when i roll twenty deep, it’s twenty nines in the club (yeah)
playas heard i f*ck with dre, now they wanna show me love
when you sell like eminem, then the hoes, they wanna f*ck (woo)
look homie, ain’t nothin’ changed, hoes down, g’s up
i see xzibit in the cut, hey, playa’, roll that weed up (roll that)
if you watch how i move, you’ll mistake me for a player or pimp
been hit with a few sh*lls, but i don’t walk with a limp (i’m aight)
in the hood in l.a., they sayin’, “50, you hot” (uh*huh)
they like me, i want ’em to love me like they love pac
but holla in new york, the people’ll tell you i’m loco (yeah)
and the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh*huh)
i’m fully focused, man, my money on my mind
got a mil’ out the deal and i’m still on the grind (woo)
now shawty said she feelin’ my style, she feelin’ my flow (uh*huh)
her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (okay)
[chorus * in da club]
you can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
look, mami, i got the x if you into takin’ drugs
i’m into havin’ s*x, i ain’t into makin’ love
so come give me a hug if you into gettin’ rubbed
you can find me in the club

[intro * still d.r.e.]
still, still doin’ that sh*t, huh, dre?
oh for sho’
yeah
check me out

[verse 1] * still d.r.e
it’s still dre day (ha), ak (ha)
though i’ve grown a lot, can’t keep it home a lot
’cause when i frequent the spots that i’m known to rock
you hear the bass from the truck when i’m on the block
ladies they pay homage, but haters say dre fell off
how? playa, my last album was the chronic (n*gga)
they wanna know if he still got it
they say rap’s changed, they wanna know how i feel about it
(if you ain’t up on thangs)
dr. dre is the name, i’m ahead of my game
still puffin’ my leaves, still f*ck with the beats
still not lovin’ police (huh*uh)
still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sho’)
still got love for the streets, reppin’ 213 (for life)
still the beats bang, still doin’ my thang
since i left ain’t too much changed, still
[chorus * still d.r.e.]
i’m representin’ for them gangstas all across the world
(still) hittin’ them corners in them low*lows, girl
still takin’ my time to perfect the beat
and i still got love for the streets, it’s the d.r.e
i’m representin’ for them gangstas all across the world
(still) hittin’ them corners in them low*lows, girl
still takin’ my time to perfect the beat
and i still got love for the streets, it’s the d.r.e

[verse 2 * mind blowin’]
the doc is dope
i would’ve been down with rock but i’d be broke
by the punk, i’m openin’ up my trunk
to reveal, death, livin’ it up, my life is like a story
yellin’ it, ’cause n0body else is tellin’ it
checkin’ it, always gettin’ paid ’cause the rap is sort of a twist
between what you need and what i mean
what i mean by twist, now you gotta listen
never a segment in negative
’cause i’m employin’ what you’ve been missin’
so in total, this is one of the many styles of an artist
hard it may be, but not my hardest
just a portion, cup of salty water in the ocean
rockin’ it was the notion, it seems i needed a potion
so i asked the dr. d*r*e could he comply
lookin’ at me with a grin, he shrugged his head and said “why
would you ask me a question
knowin’ you knew the answer all the time?
i make the records, you kick lyrics that’ll blow they mind”
(jump jump)
(jump jump)

[verse 2: jump]
i like my stuff knockin’ (knockin’)
i love it when the girlies be like jockin’ (jockin’)
the d*a*double d*y*m*a*c
yeah, you know me
i got you jumpin’ an’ bumpin’ an’ pumpin’ movin’ all around, g
in the mix, i made mc’s step back
they tried to step to the mac then they got jacked
to the back you’ll be sportin’ the gear; is that coincidental?
act like you know and don’t be claiming that it’s mental
two lil’ kids with a flow you ain’t ever heard
and nuthin’ fake and you can understand every word (word, hahaha)
as you listen to my cool, smooth melody
the daddy makes you j*u*m*p
jump, jump (get down)

[bridge * jump]
some of them try to rhyme but they can’t rhyme like this (bo, bo)
some of them try to rhyme but they can’t rhyme like this (bo, bo)
some of them try to rhyme but they can’t rhyme like this (bo, bo)
some of them try to rhyme but they can’t (bo, bo)
’cause i’m the miggity miggity miggity miggity mac daddy (bo, bo)
the miggity miggity miggity miggity mac (bo, bo)
’cause i’m the miggity miggity miggity miggity mac daddy (bo, bo)
the miggity miggity miggity miggity mac (bo, bo)
i make you wanna

[hook * jump]
(jump jump)
yo, straight ’03’ll make ya (jump jump)
law$on’ll make ya (jump jump)
pyre’ll make ya (jump jump)
uh huh, uh huh
(jump jump)
yo, straight ’03’ll make ya (jump jump)
law$on’ll make ya (jump jump)
pyre’ll make ya (jump jump)
uh huh, uh huh

[verse 1 * without me]
i’ve created a monster
’cause n0body wants to see marshall no more, they want shady, i’m chopped liver
well, if you want shady, this is what i’ll give ya
a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
some vodka that’ll jump*start my heart quicker
than a shock when i get shocked at the hospital
by the doctor when i’m not cooperating
when i’m rockin’ the table while he’s operating (hey!)
you waited this long, now stop debating
’cause i’m back, i’m on the rag and ovulating
i know that you got a job, ms. cheney
but your husband’s heart problem’s complicating
so the fcc won’t let me be
or let me be me, so let me see
they tried to shut me down on mtv
but it feels so empty without me, so (hey)
there’s a concept that works
twenty million other white rappers emerge
but no matter how many fish in the sea
it’d be so empty without me

[chorus * without me]
now, this looks like a job for me
so everybody, just follow me
’cause we need a little controversy
’cause it feels so empty without me
i said this looks like a job for me
so everybody, just follow me
’cause we need a little controversy
’cause it feels so empty without me
i said this looks like a job for me
so everybody, just follow me
’cause we need a little controversy
’cause it feels so empty without me (get down)

[verse 3 * gangsta’s paradise]
power and the money, money and the power
minute after minute, hour after hour
everybody’s runnin’, but half of them ain’t lookin’
it’s goin’ on in the kitchen, but i don’t know what’s cookin’
they say i gotta learn, but n0body’s here to teach me
if they can’t understand it, how can they reach me?
i guess they can’t, i guess they won’t, i guess they front
that’s why i know my life is out of luck, fool

[chorus * gangsta’s paradise]
we’ve been spendin’ most their lives livin’ in the gangsta’s paradise
we’ve been spendin’ most their lives livin’ in the gangsta’s paradise
we keep spendin’ most our lives livin’ in the gangsta’s paradise
we keep spendin’ most our lives livin’ in the gangsta’s paradise

[refrain * gangsta’s paradise]
tell me, why are we so blind to see
that the ones we hurt are you and me?
tell me, why are we so blind to see
that the ones we hurt are you and me?

- straight 03 lyrics

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