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Thank you, thank you
Yeah, this is Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal
And right now I wanna welcome you to Guru's Jazzmatazz: Streetsoul
This joint here is one of the hottest blends of hip hop, soul, rnb and jazz ever, defining a whole new style of music
I got a family of artists, musicians and producers together
And with their talents and gifts laid down some real ace shit
I took the rarest ingredients, mixed them and fused them
And now I'm giving it to ya all so you can gain from it and use it
Had to put my signature on it so you can't confuse it
I'm a veteran, I'm never losing
So turn on your stereos and enjoy it, baby
Guru's Jazzmatazz: Streetsoul
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Angie Stone:
Ooooooh-ooooooh (uh mm)
(mmm) Ooooooh-ooooooh (uh mm, keep your)
Yeah yeah, my brother Guru
And Angie Stone (ooooooh-oooooh)
And DJ Scratch (yeah mm mmm)
Uhh Guru, and Angie Stone
Keep your feet, out my shoes
A nigga like me done paid my dues
Keep my comb, out your hair
Unless you bout ready to take it there
Keep my name, out your mouth
Until you got somethin worth talkin bout
Keep your hands, to yourself
Cause I belong to someone else
Guru:
It's the, G-U-R-U, once again settin it off
Lettin it off my chest plus, bettin it all
Record sales, awards, accolades I'm, gettin it all
Mad chips, right above my grip I'm, lettin 'em fall
Who said the G-O-D wasn't comin to do his thing
Who said the industry, wasn't gonna bow to this king?
I paid dues stayed true so I, made it through
If you handle your B-I fly guy you can make it too
Your potential is infinite, be wise visualize witness it
Why waste your time focusin your mind on limp shit?
Angie understands me, and Scratch got my back
So keep away from the fire, burnin desire, yo we got that
Angie Stone:
Keep your feet, out my shoes
A nigga like me done paid my dues
Keep my comb, out your hair
Unless you bout ready to take it there
Keep my name, out your mouth
Until you got somethin worth talkin bout
Keep your hands, to yourself
Cause I belong to someone else
Guru:
I've never been a,
Stranger to struggle gotta maintain my hustle
Used to let the anger bubble
These streets can bring mad danger and trouble
And I can do bad all by myself
Do me a favor - don't be concerned about my wealth
If you're one of my peeps, you're gonna know that
But if I ain't feelin you player, huh
My face is gonna show that
So keep your eyes off my pockets
Don't be surprised if I cocked it
Can't outslick a can of oil, you never spoil my profits
See how I'm flippin this here?
Things are different this year
Ain't got no time to listen to niggaz
That be trippin this year
Cause and effect, I always get, applause and respect
When I rhyme, universal laws, truth and righteousness connect
Angie Stone:
You see the knowledge that I'm kickin's for you
And there is nothin that another can do
Try to stop me but I make it through
Recruitin angels as a warrior I'm true
People need people, it's true
True pride will sustain
In order to do what I do I can let you live
With me inside my brain
Keep your feet, out my shoes
A nigga like me done paid my dues
Keep my comb, out your hair
Unless you bout ready to take it there
Keep my name, out your mouth
Until you got somethin worth talkin bout
Keep your hands, to yourself
Cause I belong to someone else
Guru:
I've been tellin you, that there's war out here
And I've been tellin you, that there's more out here
So stop limitin your thoughts
Stop reconstructin your plots
It's more than luck it's an art
No more, duckin from NARC's
Haters stay at a distance, haters keep away from my fam
Haters stay in my business, haters still playin this jam
Mad Wisdoms, reflect the light of this man
Some jealous rappers, tried to pick a fight with this man
But despite all the nonsense, and false pretense I bomb this
Peace to those I get along with, my real nigga I'm strong with
And never get me twisted with no wack shit
And all that foolishness you was kickin, heh
I know you wanna take it back kid
Angie Stone:
Keep your feet, out my shoes
A nigga like me done paid my dues
Keep my comb, out your hair
Unless you bout ready to take it there
Keep my name, out your mouth
Until you got somethin worth talkin bout
Keep your hands, to yourself
Cause I belong to someone else
Keep your feet, out my shoes
A nigga like me done paid my dues
Keep my comb, out your hair
Unless you bout ready to take it there
Keep my name, out your mouth
Until you got somethin worth talkin bout
Keep your hands, to yourself
Cause I belong to someone else
Uhh.. Guru.. check it
DJ.. Scratch and Angie
Uhh..
Uhhhhh, ooooh yeahhh yeahhh
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(If you ain't real about it, don't talk)
Guru:
It's ninety degrees on the corner, in the summer heat
Dreamin of beach houses, mad ladies and Hummer jeeps
Got another beep now it's time to watch a brother creep
And pull another scam, not yet the man but the brother's deep
Ain't tryin to stay in this life for too long
You tellin me that I'm bound to lose, but you wrong
I'm too strong, plus me and my team's got a true bond
I'll stay in these streets, you stay in the house where you belong
Yo who's wrong, you never had to live in my shoes
And my view's, that every second is vital
The way I see nigga's the way I G it
A raw ghetto entrepeneur, yeah I be it
Not as glamourous, as the gangster flicks
I'll show you some gangster chicks that hold me down we get rich
And get this, bet this, I'm after payola
The loot, the paper, til my hustlin days are over
Donell Jones:
I'm a hustler, a hustler hmm
Gotta get the dough to win
And I'm a baller yeah, baller
Shot call-errr
I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel
For niggaz that wanna be actin ill
All the player haters stay, off my nuts
While I'm handlin business
Guru:
Illegal business, I need to invest in somethin legit
This money's comin too quick, I copped a house and two whips
Who switched it, not me, I'm keepin it real
Keepin the steel while the envious watch hungry, I'm eatin my meal
Late nights, there ain't no time for stage frights
This ain't fiction, it's my mission to get paid alright?
No need to speak about greed, long as I'm feedin my seed
Then I'm completin the deed, so I'm keepin this cheese
High-priced lawyers, I'm too nice for ya
Never touchin the work no more, too precise for ya
Controllin the town, holdin it down
I'm the Master Allah Now, I'm showin you style
I go in your file, and make you hard to locate
Delete all your data don't disregard your fate
I'll off you then I'm off with a honey like suave bola
Shit I'm livin this life, til my hustlin days are over
Donell Jones:
I'm a hustler, a hustler hmm
Gotta get the dough to win
And I'm a baller yeah, baller
Shot call-errr
I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel
For niggaz that wanna be actin ill
All the player haters stay, off my nuts
While I'm handlin business
Guru:
Bouncin in and out of town, hope I don't step out of bounds
Chicks love to crowd around cause of my rep, how that sound?
Enemies are growin in numbers, hopin to catch me slumber
I wonder; how many are hopin to take me under?
NARC's and Feds, throwin darts at my head
Some new cats tryin to make me part with my bread
Now I'm in a zone worse than Nino in Sugar Hill
Now I'm all alone, the piper wants me to foot the bill
Now I'm facin the judge, my name on a folder
In jail for life, my hustlin days are over
Donell Jones:
I'm a hustler, a hustler hmm
Gotta get the dough to win
And I'm a baller yeah, baller
Shot call-errr
I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel
For niggaz that wanna be actin ill
All the player haters stay, off my nuts
While I'm handlin business
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, uhh
Uhh.. ooohoooohwooooohhh
Get the paper, get the dough
Cause I'm hustlin
Gotta get the paper, get the dough
Cause I'm hustlin
And I'm a hustler
And I'm a baller, yeah
I pack plenty of steel
So all the player haters stay, off my nuts
While we handlin business
Oh yeah, ohooooohhhhhohhhhhh
Mmmmmmm ohhh ohhh, oh yeah
If you're with me, throw your guns in the air
Whoahoahaohohhhhohhhhhh, ohhh yeah
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Guru:
Yo my girl's heated
Cause I told her I was busy workin and I couldn't talk
I told her I'd call her back later and she still got mad
That was all I said, word up
Why she buggin if I promised that I'd call her back
Of course I'm honest plus I'm keepin things all intact
I be stressed out baby, sometimes on my grind
And on my mind, is a paperchase with minimal time
She should know how it goes - I'm, still into her
I got feelings for her, I been caring for her
But really though; I mean she ought to know the deally-yo
Especially if I'm in a meeting or out shooting a video
I love her yo, but I'm just doin my job
Ain't no need for confusion what I'm doin is hard
I'm the type of man, with a serious type of plan
I'm calmer no drama, no need for gettin hyper
And upset with me, because I'm busy a lot
And if I could you know I would, bring her with me a lot
Ain't nuttin wrong word is bond, it's all in her head
I was handling some business, and that's all I said
Macy Gray:
All, I, said.. I'll call you later
Sometimes, I forget
I love you baby don't be.. so upset
I'll call you later is all, I said..
Guru:
I'm confessin no question yeah I chill with my boys
Still she gotta keep it real, either build or destroy
This is deep right here, she completes my square
Without a doubt, if she needs, I'ma be right there
This world is crazy, she's supposed to help me stay sane
Supposed to help with the pain, supposed to help me maintain
And quote this, I'm focused on the dreams we share
I got her all up in my mix, so it means I care
This job of mine goes on and on, twenty-four hours a day
And with trust we can win, in a powerful way
When I get home, I'm gonna love her down
I'll be like Teddy, get some hot oils, and rub her down
I know she's bored, feels ignored, all by herself alone
And she hates it, when I turn off my cell phone
But it's alright don't wanna fight, it's all in her head
I was takin care of business, and that's all I said
Macy Gray:
All, I, said.. I'll call you later
Sometimes, I forget
I love you baby don't be.. so upset
I'll call you later is all, I said..
(Baby when you're speakin like that, it makes me ooh
So watch as you hold on to my spine; I'll crush you
Baby when you're speakin like that, it makes me ooh
So watch as you hold on to my spine; I'll crush you)
I think we are ready
(We're ready as we'll ever be, girl your love is heavenly)
What we gonna do now
(We gon' do what we gotta do, I wanna see a lot of you)
Just you keep it steady
(I'm steady and secure you couldn't ask for more)
C'mon let's work it out
(Aight)
Just don't hurt me now
(Nah baby)
All, I, said.. I'll call you later
Sometimes, I forget
I love you baby don't be.. so upset
I'll call you later is all, I said..
(Baby when you're speakin like that, it makes me ooh
So watch as you hold on to my spine; I'll crush you
Baby when you're speakin like that, it makes me ooh
So watch as you hold on to my spine; I'll crush you)
I love you, babyyyy
All, I, said.. all I said.. I forget
I love you baby don't be (so mad) so upset
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Guru:
Niggaz gotta know we've puttin it down
This shit is certified right here (whoo yes, yes)
No games with this right here
Straight to the di-dome, like this (uhh, uhh)
Bilal:
This right here, has been cer-ti-fied,
For years... ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
He's got soul up in his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize
So we, passin the mic your way, come on testify
Guru:
Prepare each element with raw street intelligence
Dig the soul this is, complete elegance
Heartbeat delegates when I spit each melon's hit
Like to build ill like, repeat felons get
Plus I'm jazzy and like to dress to impress
It's the baldhead buddha, with the mic caress
And I might suggest, that you broaden your mind
You spend a lot of your time dancin to fraudulent rhymes
Like a breath of fresh air we gonna, change the pace
Not a mental slave, so save the angry face
It's the return of the mellow voiced maestro, and my flow
Eliminates the comp like Geico,
Insurance - just for your body's endurance
You get more for your money, or your partyin purest
So don't start to get nervous now that we up in the spot
We've been certified for years, you gonna love it a lot
Bilal:
This right here, has been cer-ti-fied,
For years... ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
He's got soul up in his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize
So we, passin the mic your way, come on testify
J Dilla:
Who, me? That nigga Jay, Dee
Some plod to beats that I, flow to
Run men through, with Gu-ru
As for me, I be the nigga that's tight
You got to se
In order for you, to believe
Singin these words, with ease
Talkin bout, boom - a-shaka-laka
-a-laka-laka-BOOM!
Roll the weed and lose the seeds asshole
You can breathe three-hundred-and-sixty degrees
Of heat, sing with the soul
Straight from the streets, of Illadelph
Move your feet - ahh-HAH, pimp shit
Big whips with full clips
Got mad chicks, on my dick
Ridin by, so say it loud, in your face!
Bilal:
This right here, has been cer-ti-fied,
For years... ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
He's got soul up in his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize
So we, passin the mic your way, come on testify
Guru:
Soulful
Tinted window whips, lots of chicks lots of chips
Anything ain't right then the brother's gotta flip
Or skinnydip, after a sip of Cognac rap
Any wack wimp with whiskers, I bomb that cat
Alarm that cat, that when we slide through abide to
The rules that's been laid down by Max true like bibles
I'm liable, to come through, seven deep with Wizzies
And ditch 'em while other ladies whisper, who is he?
Then later leave with eight new ones, me an airtight Willie
Bout to smack you silly with two guns
So hereby I certify don't care if you feel hurt if I
Testify, against your false words or lies
Word to God this is my job I'm workin hard every minute
Movin up in the rat race, city council to senate
So what you don't get it? You can't front no more
Been certified for years, can't speak to chumps no more
Bilal:
This right here, has been cer-ti-fied,
For years... ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
He's got soul up in his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize
So we, passin the mic your way, come on testify
This right here, has been cer-ti-fied,
For years... ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
He's got soul up in his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize
So we, passin the mic your way, come on testify
Guru:
Hmm, like they say it doesn't hurt to try
This here, is bonafied baby, certified baby
Jazzmatazz 3rd edition
Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal
No rehearsal, certified with virtue
Respect the circle
It's me and the B-I-L-A-L
YouknowhatI'msayin? Jay Dee from Pay Jay
Airtight Willie heh, from Boston to New Yiddy
All the way to Philly
Now in the D sittin pretty
Certified
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Erykah Badu:
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
Then she gets plenty more, uhh
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
Then she gets plenty more, uhh
Guru:
Uhh
Watchin her drivin by, in her new whip so fly
Wish she could sing me a lullaby, to scoop her I've got to try
In her eyes, there's a flame that burns right through my soul
Can't pretend to be cool, about to lose my control
Yeah I know she's got plenty; admirers, she's got many
Like an exotic fantasy, into a frenzy she sends me
Wow I have to sit down, and gather my wits now
I wanna caress those hips now, wanna kiss those lips now
Erykah Badu:
Hello? Hey babyyy
I know you called and I didn't answer twice
But baby that's oh-kay it's nice
for you to call anyway see, okay, see uhh
Hey babyyy
You know it's okay if you don't call me
anymore cause I got a-plenty
truckload of niggaz like you at my door
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
Then she gets plenty more, uhh
Guru:
Yup
And every day is her day, and every year is her year
Anyone tried to violate, they could straight dissapear
She don't care if you play yourself, tryin to step to her
The illest of gangsters, I show and respect to her
Truly glamourous, she ain't impressed and it shows
She don't like your new clothes, she don't care about your playa pose
Do you suppose I could hook up and spend time with her?
She's just how I dreamed - I'll bust my nine for her
Erykah Badu:
When she gets plenty, she gets plenty
When she gets plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
Any damn thang she wants, uhh
Guru:
Uhh
Surgeon General - I provide vitamins and minerals
The charge that she's got on me, should be federal
I was told never put the two before the one son
but always cultivate your Wisdom, to help you build your kingdom
I wanna be the answer to every question she has
So when I wish to enter, she'll be lettin me pass
I know she wants to be with G-O-D eventually, but still
She got everything; yeah the girl's got plenty
Erykah Badu:
Flowers in her bedroom
Perfume on her neck
Nectar from a mason jar
Seven dollar dress; she's
Super cute, and plenty bad
Thirty twenty-two thirty-six and a half
I, hope the dude will realize
She got the silky sexy bedroom eyes
Baby baby please don't break yo' neck
Cause you gon' have a wreck
Cause when it comes to love I get plenty, degrees one-twenty
My back slipped out my dress - oops!
When she gets plenty, she gets plenty (she gets it all)
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty (uhh)
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty (c'mon)
and she gets plenty more (plenty more) ahh
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty (mm, she gets it all)
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
And any damn thang I want - right? (That's right)
(In this game of life it takes a lot to win
Plenty more baby's what I got to give)
Yeah yeah baby that's really nice
But I'm tryin to read my book and you're in my light
(Uhh - a woman like you could help me reach the top
If I get a chance to love you, mm, I won't stop)
Damn! Oh huh, what? Huh, whaaat?
I didn't hear you I was thinkin bout some stuff
(Baby you so fine I wanna smack myself
I don't need no support I'm gonna back myself)
Hooo baby you so sweet
Now can you get the lotion and rub my feets
(In massage therapy I got a master degree
I give you plenty more, than what you askin from me)
I need a little bit of space, a little bit of wealth (okay)
And oh - about the feets, a little to the left (like this?)
Mmmmmm (m'hmm, like that?)
Yeahhh (feels good right?)
Ohhhhh
Ahhhhh (yeah, heh heh)
Hehehee! (You don't really care)
I do! (Heh, you the Queen huh?)
More lotion! (C'mon.. you got plenty!)
That's good! Alright? (That's good right?)
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Guru:
Yeah.. Guru, huh, The Roots
Yeah, c'mon y'all uh, lift your fist
Uhh, yeah, lift your fist c'mon
(Uhh)
Black Thought:
To all my people, just lift your fist
Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist
We get it down like this
To all my people, ball up your first
Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist
Yo, c'mon
We livin life close to the edge, don't push
But this ain't eighty-three and it's not the Cold Crush
It's kids on the street strapped, huffin that kush
They eyein the next cat, livin all plush
I guess frustration make a brother do what he must
What's the combination that can make a human erupt
Team leaders gettin mutinied up, who couldn't read
The signs, thinkin the day and times is...
Guru:
Indeed, we blast, refuse to kiss ass
Quick fast, ready to mash cause of a bugged out past
Swallow the pain, follow the mental terrain
It takes a hell of a man, nowadays to maintain
Garments bloodstained, face bruised and battered
Our eyes reflect the agony, of dreams that were shattered
And they love it, when we wild out and kill our own
But the greater responsibility, yes, is still our own
Black Thought:
To all my people, just lift your fist
Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist
We get it down like this
To all my people, ball up your first
Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist
Guru:
Uhh, worldwide famine, ghetto people demand
That somebody do somethin soon, and let's examine
The facts, behind the violent attacks
Behind the daily gunplay the cocaine and the crack
Thug season - what's the reason for the treason?
Everybody's gotta eat, some gotta resort to thievin
Take money money make money money money
Black Thought:
To all my people, just lift your fist
Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist
We get it down like this
To all my people, ball up your first
Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist
Yo - from the time they eyes open til the clock strike death
Brothers is stressed, walkin 'round holdin they chest
They got the government surveyin they steps and can't breathe
They dynamitin them projects to smithereens
Money comin but them days too few and far between
You tryin to taste just what the world's offering, ya'mean?
I seen enough to make a grown man scream
Brothers thirsty and hongry to get that thing
Guru:
Too many tears of pain, too many years of struggle
Too many drops of blood, too many problems to juggle
Too few jobs available, too few schools equipped
Too few role models; just gangsters and pimps
Will you succumb, will your heart grow numb
Or will you save the world, and use your mind like a gun?
I'm the one - I turn a stick-up kid to a soldier
Me and The Roots, word up, we takin over
Black Thought:
To all my people, just lift your fist
Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist
We get it down like this
To all my people, ball up your first
Word up it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
To all my people, just lift your fist
How you want it, there's no peace, no justice
From the bullet or even from the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your fist
We get it down like this
Lift your first
Come on my people yo it ain't no peace, no justice
Dig it, uh, uh
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Guru:
Dedicated to my son, that's about to be born
So by the time you people hear this record, my son'll be born
And I gotta teach him about life
Listen
To my little man
You can never have too little plans
Always bring your game direct, cut out the middle man
Life is full of sacrifice, for truth you might have to fight
Someone'll bring you down
Cause they ain't livin right
Be sure to use your mind, though
Look for all the signs, yo
Don't want to make a move too quick and get left behind, yo
Be in command of whatever you encounter
Appreciate your blessings, son, you'll see what it amounts to
Obtaining your goals, maintainin control
Self-respect helps you to protect your soul
Never give up, always be ready to try
Walk your own walk, and keep your head to the sky
Amel Larrieux:
Little thing now here you are
Staring at me with those baby eyes
All you do is sleep, eat, and cry
But one day you're gonna be askin me why
Everything I know I'm gonna tell you about
Anything I don't you'll figure out
Cause living is learnin and learnin is livin
And then you pass it on
Guru:
And to my home boys, who clearly understand
What it really takes to be a man and what it means to be the head of fam
The ups and downs of life plus the choices we make
Causes to reevaluate directions we take
And being up in the club is mad fun til they act dumb
And everyone still packs guns whether nines or mac one-ones
It's time now for us to seperate the mediocre from the great
Keep all the jokers from the game
I've played my position, so why don't you try to play yours
I've made my decision, plus you're in my prayers
My life is changed now, plus I got a shorty now
Mad responsibilities, it's like I'm almost forty now
All the young girls wanna swing, my wife says she wants a ring
I wonder what the next days, are gonna bring
We must live and fight for the right causes and be ready to die
I love you kid, so keep your head to the sky
Amel Larrieux:
Little thing now here you are
Staring at me with those baby eyes
All you do is sleep, eat, and cry
But one day you're gonna be askin me why
Everything I know I'm gonna tell you about
Anything I don't you'll figure out
Cause living is learnin and learnin is livin
And then you pass it on
Baby child did you know
Every since you fell out of the heavens
You make me wanna grow
So I'll share with you everything
Make little girls and boys grow up to be kings and queens
Little thing now here you are
Staring at me with those baby eyes
All you do is sleep, eat, and cry
But one day you're gonna be askin me why
Everything I know I'm gonna tell you about
Anything I don't you'll figure out
Cause living is learnin and learnin is livin
And then you pass it on
Little thing now here you are
Staring at me with those baby eyes
All you do is sleep, eat, and cry
But one day you're gonna be askin me why
Everything I know I'm gonna tell you about
Anything I don't you'll figure out
Cause living is learnin and learnin is livin
And then you pass it on
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Kelis:
(From - last night)
Yeahh baby
Last night was... y'know
I mean...
When you touched me I, I couldn't believe it was...
Ohh baby
You don't know what you do to me baby
Ah-ahhh...
Guru:
Supa love, baby you know you're a trooper love
Youse a dove, I hold you truly above
All the pigeons chickenheads golddiggers and them
You got it goin on, your game's bigger than them
Take me back to the sensual feelings, your sexual healing
Soothes me, after a day of business dealings
What you wearin? I know you look good, you even cook good
And I'ma steal your love like a crook would, watch me
Kelis:
You must be, out of your mind
If you think you're gettin away
(yeahh, uh-huh)
What you did to me last night
Baby you've gotta stay
(come again, come again)
I understand there's other places you must go
(yeah, but wait a minute)
But there's one thing you gotta do
Baby before you go, so give me that love
Love, that supa love
The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of
(gimme that love baby)
That's top rhythm love
Still feels good when you know it would
(yeah, I need that love)
Love, that supa love
The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of
(ohh, I can't stop)
Love, chocolate love
Melt it down with me..
(mmmm)
(From - last night)
Guru:
There's not a problem that I can't fix
Not a hot track, that I can't flip
There ain't no sex style, that you can't pick
After my supa love, you'll be like you can't switch
You'll be hooked, shook cause you took the time out
To let me have your body plus turn your mind out
I was caressin you tight, blessin you right
You was suggestin to continue that, all last night
The best love, check how I do it with finesse love
Swing it with me, go on and put me to the test love
I'ma do the same to you
And make sure you're takin care of the job you came to do
Kelis:
I can't get it outta my mind
What you did to me yesterday
(well, uh-huh)
Baby this is so not right
It's unfair how you play
(come again, come again)
What you did to my heart, to you it's just so-so
(yeah, but wait a minute)
But there's one thing you gotta do
Baby before you go, so give me that love
Love, that supa love
(that super)
The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of
(gimme that love)
That's top rhythm love
Still feels good when you know it would
(yeah, gimme that love!)
Love, that supa love
The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of
(I need it!)
Love, chocolate love
Melt it down with me...
(mmmm)
Kelis:
(From - last night)
Do you remember...
What I did when you walked in the door?
Huh yeahh, I know you do
Ooohh, last night was...
So good baby!
Will you touch me again?
You know, right there
Give me that love!
Love, that supa love
(that super)
The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of
(gimme that love)
That's top rhythm love
Still feels good when you know it would
(yeah, gimme that love!)
Love, that supa love
The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of
(I need it!)
Love, chocolate love
Melt it down with me...
(mmmm)
So give me that love!
Love, that supa love
(that super)
The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of
(gimme that love)
That's top rhythm love
Still feels good when you know it would
(yeah, gimme that love!)
Love, that supa love
The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of
Love, chocolate love
Melt it down with me...
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Guru:
Aight, aight, don't be yellin yo
Calm down man, can we talk like civilised people?
I can't take this no more
Craig David:
I don't love you no more
Come I'll show myself to the door
I don't love you
Cuz I don't love you no more
I don't love you no more
Come I'll show myself to the door
I don't love you
Cuz I don't love you no more
Guru:
I'm out the door, I can't take it no more
Things have really changed, it's not like before
I mean the vibes between us nowadays are quite shaky
And lately, I ain't been feelin you baby
Somehow you left my interest wander
And now I'm fond of someone else who's diggin me for me
It's what I longed for
About our current arrangement I ain't sure
Cuz I don't think I love you no more
And yo I had a major effect on you I know
But sure you be showin disrespect to me, so I gotta go
You never gonna see it how I do
And I don't like your attitude and I don't like being lied to
I'm not a door you can't push my buttons
We tried to make it work still we've come up with nothing
So now my patience is thin, the fighting is a bore
And I don't think I love you no more
Craig David:
I don't love you no more
Come I'll show myself to the door
I don't love you
Cuz I don't love you no more
I don't love you no more
Come I'll show myself to the door
I don't love you
Cuz I don't love you no more
Girlfriend I'm walking to the door
Ain't gonna see me no more
All you seem to do is bore
Me, since I came back off tour
See if I can take your ways
I'm walkin away from only bad days
I know there is no easy way
But there's nothing you can say
To change my mind, yeah
Guru:
I wish I didn't feel this way, wish I was kidding
But another girl has stepped on the scene to put her bid in
I never would have looked in another direction
But you got a strange way of showing love and affection
So I told myself that I deserved better
You only came my way because you heard I had cheddar
And now you seem to me to be so immature
And I don't think I love you no more
And plus I know about that stuff you told your crew when we met
I gotta go somewhere so please let me jet
See you forget about my generous ways and my good heart
You never wanna admit you're wrong, but you should start
Let's put our differences away and end this peacefully
We haven't been getting along at all recently
I've been thinking about this since I came home from tour
And I'm sure, I don't love you no more
Craig David:
Now I gotta explain that I'm loving and feeding you no more
Everything keeps sticking around since I came back off tour
So tell me why do I have to explain myself baby, ey
Cuz girl you gotta admit that there's nothing more for me to say
Ooh yeay
I don't love you no more
Come I'll show myself to the door
I don't love you
Cuz I don't love you no more
I don't love you no more
Come I'll show myself to the door
I don't love you
Cuz I don't love you no more
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Guru:
Whassup sweetheart? Of course you're always lookin the part
Plus I love to see your body sihlouette in the dark
Hold me down ma, stick around ma
Cause I always got your back f'real, so how that sound ma?
It's strictly plush, wanna ride in the six with us
Get with us, kick it on some fly shit with us
I've travelled across the world
And I've unravelled the thoughts, of many pretty girls
I be the one they wanna talk to
My conversation so stimulatin, they wanna sparkle
And I could never approach you with the same old game
I know you don't wanna hook up, with the same old lame
You know my voice, you know my name
From, Brooklyn to Spain, always tight when I'm hookin a dame
I like brains and beauty, your total package may move me
If you choose me then it's only my duty
Big Shug:
To all my ladies, to all my mamies
To all my sugars, I said where you at?
To all my sugars, to all my sweeties
To all my honies, I said where you at?
Hey mami, let's swing an episode
You upon your back or your toes, near your earlobes
Now your middle exposin ecstasy
I'm just happier the fact that you layin here next to me
Let's take a trip on the low to Acapulco
To see the pretty women with the sexy toes
I got a fetish for your toes girl, plus behind closed doors
You're hot and sexy, like a showgirl
I heard you stretch that body like plastic
Bring it on baby, let me peep the asstastics
No need to sweat you, already been chosen
I could be no harder if my whole body was frozen
I'ma rub you down with body butter
If you feelin that scratch your name in my back
I'ma do what Shug got to do, and I
Promise you that I cum, way after you, after you
To all my ladies, to all my mamies
To all my sugars, I said where you at?
To all my sugars, to all my sweeties
To all my honies, I said where you at?
To all my ladies (Get your dough right)
To all my mamies (Get your flows tight)
To all my sugars (Get your toes tight)
I said where you at? (Aight?)
To all my sugars (Get your dough right)
to all my sweeties (Get your flows tight)
To all my honies (Get your toes tight)
I said where you at? (Aight?)
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Isaac Hayes:
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough
It's all around
Guru:
The city skyline, in the nighttime, be the right time, to ball out (Yeah)
Who's the real pimp, gangster hustler, you call out
Is it him, is it him or is it, Dukes over there?
Real recognizes real, so yo, no one cares
The chief executive mack, in so deep you can't imagine
I've seen the beatdowns, the gunfights, plus the paddywagon
See daddy with his pants saggin, pushin whips that's too fly
Switchin up to a suit and tie, ladies say he's too cute to lie (Forget about it)
And none of my girls, wanna, talk to you
Plus, none of my boys, gotta, talk to you
Cause when you see me, they'll be somewhere in the cut
And you can't be me, so nip that weak talk in the butt
The party's crowded, and everyone, is showin love
Whassup, what's the deal, how's things holdin up? (Whassup young blood?)
The smooth dude, that moves through, with the utmost precision
Truly a wiseguy, seein life with my night vision
Isaac Hayes:
See that young blood, comin down the street
Don't be hypnotized by the stride of his feet
Pickpockets, streetwalkers, number runners, hustlers
Guru:
Lots of ladies, wanna, check me out
And lots of haters, wanna, X me out
I got more style than Gucci, Louis or Prada
Drop more jewels on you, than your uncle or father
Once this envious kid, was temptin me kid
To stoop down to his level and cold empty his wig
He was mad cause his girl wanted up in my world (hahahaha)
I looked the other way, and she was still, stuck in my world
Aiyyo; baby wants to run with me, come with me, have fun with me
I be the man when I'm dipped, or in a t-shirt, and dungarees
I overheard her man, that was screamin in her ear
While I nodded to my peeps, who was schemin in the rear
If he's gon' flip, he's gonna, find out quick
That I stroll with a click, and we roll mad thick
He shook my hand and laughed it off, that was his best decision
We keep it tight aight? Hangin out, with that night vision
Isaac Hayes:
I bust into this night club
I can see you perpetraters
Passin out your BID'ness cards
Wearin your knockoff gators
Pimps, heartbreakers, dumb-ass Johns
You got to make a decision, to go witcha instincts
And rely on your night vision
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These distraught thoughts of a single mother in a homeless shelter
About pain and heartache, ain't nothing you can tell her
The case worker says that she should find a job
But does this worker know what kind of jobs that there are?
Degrading things like cleaning up people's vomit
For a little bit of dough, and plus your brain gets nothing from it
I'm smarter than that this girl thinks to herself
I'm worth more than that, she thinks to herself
She pours a drink for herself while she stares out the window
This guy says he got work for her, maybe she should go to him yo
The money's good, and plus he'll dress her up nice
She left her baby's daddy cuz he beat her up twice
She don't really like sex
But she hates welfare checks
And where there's money, that's where she thinks there's respect
And what's this girl's purpose? Will she self-destruct?
When this sisters about to go down, who's there to help her up?
These distraught thoughts of a young man in a rooming house
This messed up life, this poverty, he could do without
But what options does he have when all hope is gone?
A brother gotta eat, plus all the Henny and all the smoke is gone
All it takes is one quick stick
Gotta fill his belly now, which vic should he pick?
He does his dirt all by his lonely, forget his homies
He doesn't fell like splitting any loot, them suckas be acting phony
So much potential but all gone to waste
Now he lurks in night, with a loaded gun on his waist
Too late for this lost soul, his life's in a chokehold
Mentality is weak, and doing crime is all he knows
Never caring who he hurts, as long as he's taking money
Forget an education, and legal ways of making money
And what's this kid's purpose? Will he self-destruct?
When a brother's about to go down, who's there to help him up?
Who's there for my people on the streets? (Who's there? Who's there?)
Who's there for my people who got nothing to eat? (Who's there? Who's there?)
They build more prisons, and close down schools
Who's there to teach the children the golden rules?(Who's there? Who's there?)
Who's there for my people in the streets?(Who's there? Who's there?)
Who's there for my people who got nothing to eat?(Who's there? Who's there?)
They break our family, neglect the elderly
Who's there to bring a cure? Where's the remedy?(Who's there? Who's there?)
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Junior Reid:
Sound your horn!
Stiggetty-yooour-higgety-horrron
Yeah! Sound your horn, boy!
You see
Dem want to kill de youths
Kill de youths and Kings
Dead first at eleven
Never tell de youths that Pokemon be the settin'
Never tell de youths
Send down to earth be the endin'
Now look what I did
Mashin' up da earth
Ghetto youths they wanna destroy
But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys?
Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before?
Not to mention Riker's Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor
Guru:
Check the cycle God ended
what's the fate of this planet?
Black on black love and hate's got my people frantic
Peep the criminal mind
The subliminal line
Such difficult times
Automatic pistols and glock nines
I wish I could stop time
For the cat who drop dime
Thinkin' about his lifeline
A young man told me that my wise words saved his life
It made me feel good
Made me feel real good
Back in the day I used to steal goods
Dreams without means is like a lack of self-esteem or lack of cream
I go for delf or roll out for the team
Junior Reid:
Mashin' up da earth
Ghetto youths they wanna destroy
Mashin' up da earth
Ghetto youths they wanna destroy
Prodigal Sunn:
Feel the pain of the ghetto through a teardrop
My peers stop and listen from eighteen years
Muslim and Christian We all face conviction
In this moment of oppression The world is like infection
On this block we confessin'
I use my mind as a weapon
Like I told my brothers Glock and Snub
Ain't No Half-Steppin' We gotta live Heaven
And watch our seeds taste the blessin'
I learned my lesson 'bout havin' snakes around my crew
Now I know the evil that men do and bitches too
We had thought by our riches
Some called thugs and snitches
Through the different timeframes
Kid, I watched crime change
In the time of fame
My man is like crack/cocaine
But through the black rain I seen many suffer in pain
We go for gain and pain
Now they rock some fat gold chains
Iced-out name perform a concert, sellin' out in Maine
Own the properties and all types of things
Some say the drug game and the music game is all the same
Junior Reid:
Ooh, Pray for the youths
Said me nah gon' cry, Ooh-ooh-ooh
Mashin' up da earth
Guru:
We can no longer put all the blame on the man
For those sellin' out I'm sayin', "Shame on the man"
For those fallin' victim I'm sayin', "Make a new plan"
And for those that need a way I'm sayin', "Take my hand"
See this mental slavery causes rash behavior, G
And I have to say for me that I wish it would all stop
Before we become extinct before we all drop
And R.I.P. to the rappers that's been slain
And R.I.P. to the fine young men who've lost their lives
I feel the pain
And do you know what it's like to lose a loved one?
It makes you numb
Especially when it's over somethin' small but ain't no fun
I lost four friends in one year I could feel
Them watchin' over me see their faces still
Some clear and some fear what's out there
For me I have no time to and may I remind you
This is a corrupted world of our design, du'
Peep my discussion no one can changes these things but us, son
We didn't ask for the liquor, crack and guns
We didn't ask for the poor eduction and lack of funds
But I know one thing none of us wanna die
But still we're mashin' up this world and I don't know why
Junior Reid:
Mashin' up da earth
Ghetto youths they wanna destroy
Mashin' up da earth
Ghetto youths they wanna destroy
But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys?
Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before?
Not to mention Riker's Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor
Ooh, pray for the youths
Said me nah gon' cry, ooh-ooh-ooh
Mom and Dad wipe the tears from ya eyes
Ooh, pray for the youths
Said me nah gon' cry, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, riot in the prison
Riker's Island
When a gust of G-P-E Babylon will stand to see
So the sentence can't be free
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, pray for the youths
Said me nah gon' cry, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Mashin' up da earth
Ghetto youths they wanna destroy
Mashin' up da earth
Ghetto youths they wanna destroy
But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys?
Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before?
Not to mention Riker's Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor
Ooh, pray for the youths
Said me nah gon' cry
Ooh-ooh-ooh
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This is history right here in the makin
So call this timeless
And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin
So this here is timeless
This is pure original innovation
So call this timeless
This is somethin to give you inspiration
So this here is timeless
Timeless, priceless, survive any crisis
Born to carry on, now we on just like this
It's quite crisp, the way the tune hits your stereo
These two brothers right here gettin props, everywhere we go
More potent than any herbal essence
Ill grooves verbal lessons
Dominant, prominant, eternal blessings
Never underestimate the weight of the force
It's actual, classical, natural resource
Plus we manage to tear down and damage
Any walls they try to place around us on this planet
I never slack I never lack cause I'm your highness
And this type of thing right here kid is timeless
This is history right here in the makin
So call this timeless
And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin
So this here is timeless
This is pure original innovation
So call this timeless
This is somethin to give you inspiration
So this here is timeless
Just caught the fresh-cut baldie, my peoples call me
Guru, the man, yes the one with all the
J-A-Z-Z, Y type essence
Deep type lessons, the sun moon crescent
Divine perspective, of the life we live
Our time is collective, of this music we give
Through the errors of our colorful struggle
Comes the strength of a people so powerful, so thorough
Enough to be diamond-like, despite dirty conditions
Check how we put it down, respect this worth rendition
Never before, have you felt such energy
The flyest combo, so feel our chemistry
This is history right here in the makin
So call this timeless
And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin
So this here is timeless
This is pure original innovation
So call this timeless
This is somethin to give you inspiration
So this here is timeless
Feast your eyes as I uniquely surmise
Jazzmatazz represents real deep ties
Traditional, almost ritual is my lyrical
Soon your spirit will become more concious when you hear it you'll
Give it up for our +Streetsoul+
We reach y'all, we're addin on just like a sequel
Been down and up, so I'm roundin up
Mad troops new recruits O.G.'s and up
Me and my right hand man Mr. Hancock make landmarks
In foreign terrortories true warriors, stand tough
Two livin legends with the gifts of seven
Grab your glass as we pour one more sip of heaven
This is history right here in the makin
So call this timeless
And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin
So this here is timeless
This is pure original innovation
So call this timeless
This is somethin to give you inspiration
So this here is timeless
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