Doctor Dre Ed Lover lyrics
Doctor Dre Ed Lover lyrics
"Who's the Man Lyrics"
Asshole Lyrics
(Spoken) Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream. About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know. (Sung) I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job. I'm your average white suburbanite slob. I like football and porno and books about war. I got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
f/ King Just, Todd One, Notorious B.I.G.
Intro: Mark the 45 King, Ed Lover
Who's the man (yea, yea)
Who's the man (check this out)
Who's the man (four niggas)
Who's the man (four distinct styles)
Who's the man (once more East Coast)
Who's the man (shit)
Who's the man (y'all feeling this out there)
Who's the man (you better recognize)
Verse One: Ed Lover
POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid
Not Michael Jackson or the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Drinkin' that Shaolin tank slang I'm blastin'
The way a record but still kept the plastic
Hurry up, with styles that I've mastered
Lyin' gives me pleasure so therefore I'm fastin'
OOOH NO just can't help
So heyyea heyyea heyyea ho!
Ya catch the flow, too late I let it go
If ya didn't already, act like ya know
Five knuckle sandwich from five guys named Moe
Peace, arrivederci, I'm out the door
But before I go please say I'm your choice
My AT
Check it out I'm on Mista Dennis
Row row my boat through the channels of Vene
ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila
To cure, to cure, I'm diggin that Layla
Hathaway, can we get away pretty
Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy
Gon-zalez, peace out to Harlem
I'm outta here, uh
You suckers get demolished
Chorus:
Who's the man (5 X)
Who's the man (next up)
Who's the man (I believe that's me)
Who's the man (well let your S-T-Y-L-E go free)
Verse Two: King Just
Yo I'm the man, who made me the man that I am?
What motherfucking part you ain't understandin'?
I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy
I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee
Girls want me, but I ain't got no time for the drama
Fuck them bitches, I'm the man slash comma
The horror got my back, and then Dre put me on the track
And now it's on like that
I react, like the Juice I get loose
Poof presto chango, rearrange ya
Straight from the mental of the Shaolin's temple demented
45 King put the swing in the thing
And now I sound like a motherfucking diamond ring
Swing, just like Tarzan
(Buh dah buh dah) I'm the motherfucking man
Chorus
Verse Three: Todd One
Can I be the man, can I be the man, can I be the man?
Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can can
It's Todd ONE! Y'all know my stylo
Sittin' in the back smokin' uh, shootin C-Lo
Tryin' ta make a buck, tryin' to get some butt
Time to push your luck
Betta pecka women, all y'all get stuck
And I'm dippin', messin' with them bitches
Cause you know and I know that they out to get them riches
But I be chillin' G, just like a villain B
So when I rip it I be gettin' top billin', see
All that other shit is deaf and mute
Because you can't be the man if you ain't got loot
Gettin' money is the routine, I'm on a loot schemeSpunta La Luna Dal Monte Lyrics
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(Spoken) Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream. About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know. (Sung) I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job. I'm your average white suburbanite slob. I like football and porno and books about war. I got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
f/ King Just, Todd One, Notorious B.I.G.
Intro: Mark the 45 King, Ed Lover
Who's the man (yea, yea)
Who's the man (check this out)
Who's the man (four niggas)
Who's the man (four distinct styles)
Who's the man (once more East Coast)
Who's the man (shit)
Who's the man (y'all feeling this out there)
Who's the man (you better recognize)
Verse One: Ed Lover
POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid
Not Michael Jackson or the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Drinkin' that Shaolin tank slang I'm blastin'
The way a record but still kept the plastic
Hurry up, with styles that I've mastered
Lyin' gives me pleasure so therefore I'm fastin'
OOOH NO just can't help
So heyyea heyyea heyyea ho!
Ya catch the flow, too late I let it go
If ya didn't already, act like ya know
Five knuckle sandwich from five guys named Moe
Peace, arrivederci, I'm out the door
But before I go please say I'm your choice
My AT
Feelin' Blue Lyrics
Where, do you go, when you're lost. Is it up, is it down, is it here And what, do you see, in the dark Is it real, is it me, are you scared Do you believe in yourself Are you good, are you bad, are you there And can you confess to the morning light And be true, what to do- When it's you, feelin' blue When it's you, feelin' blue Tell me truth, if you can Do you know, who you are In a dream Do you forget, when you open your eyes, and you lose, what to do- When it's you, feelin' blue When it's you, feel
& T but your truuuue voiceWhere, do you go, when you're lost. Is it up, is it down, is it here And what, do you see, in the dark Is it real, is it me, are you scared Do you believe in yourself Are you good, are you bad, are you there And can you confess to the morning light And be true, what to do- When it's you, feelin' blue When it's you, feelin' blue Tell me truth, if you can Do you know, who you are In a dream Do you forget, when you open your eyes, and you lose, what to do- When it's you, feelin' blue When it's you, feel
Check it out I'm on Mista Dennis
Row row my boat through the channels of Vene
ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila
To cure, to cure, I'm diggin that Layla
Hathaway, can we get away pretty
Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy
Gon-zalez, peace out to Harlem
I'm outta here, uh
You suckers get demolished
Chorus:
Who's the man (5 X)
Who's the man (next up)
Who's the man (I believe that's me)
Who's the man (well let your S-T-Y-L-E go free)
Verse Two: King Just
Yo I'm the man, who made me the man that I am?
What motherfucking part you ain't understandin'?
I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy
I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee
Girls want me, but I ain't got no time for the drama
Fuck them bitches, I'm the man slash comma
The horror got my back, and then Dre put me on the track
And now it's on like that
I react, like the Juice I get loose
Slowly Lyrics
Slowly I'm falling more in love with you Slowly you're winning a heart that can be true Now I can't hide my feelings no matter what I do For slowly I'm falling more in love with you More and more I need you and want you by my side More and more I love you as each day passes by My heart I know you're stealing I hope that you'll be true But I'm falling more in love with you (Slowly falling slowly falling slowly falling) more in love with you Slowly I'm falling... (Slowly falling s
Like one-fifty-one proof, I send a mutha off this roofSlowly I'm falling more in love with you Slowly you're winning a heart that can be true Now I can't hide my feelings no matter what I do For slowly I'm falling more in love with you More and more I need you and want you by my side More and more I love you as each day passes by My heart I know you're stealing I hope that you'll be true But I'm falling more in love with you (Slowly falling slowly falling slowly falling) more in love with you Slowly I'm falling... (Slowly falling s
Poof presto chango, rearrange ya
Straight from the mental of the Shaolin's temple demented
45 King put the swing in the thing
And now I sound like a motherfucking diamond ring
Swing, just like Tarzan
(Buh dah buh dah) I'm the motherfucking man
Chorus
Verse Three: Todd One
Can I be the man, can I be the man, can I be the man?
Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can can
It's Todd ONE! Y'all know my stylo
Sittin' in the back smokin' uh, shootin C-Lo
Tryin' ta make a buck, tryin' to get some butt
Time to push your luck
Betta pecka women, all y'all get stuck
And I'm dippin', messin' with them bitches
Cause you know and I know that they out to get them riches
But I be chillin' G, just like a villain B
So when I rip it I be gettin' top billin', see
All that other shit is deaf and mute
Because you can't be the man if you ain't got loot
Gettin' money is the routine, I'm on a loot scheme
Gotta get the dough, get the dough, that's my new theme
Todd One's little niggas got flavour
If I ain't the man, then the man is my neighbour
Chorus
Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.
What's up y'all, whatcha gotta say
Big smoke chronic all day, all day
Split MC's that's a lesson like George Jefferson
Wheezy tried to skeez me, couldn't please me
Floor inch nex, through Detective Ralph's neck
Cause he kept on beggin' for shit
Now Big keep on wreckin' the shit
And the chronic (cough) got a nigga (cough) rockin' shit
Castratin' like that Bobbitt bitch
And if ya don't know, now ya know my flow
Y'all pick like an Afro, wet like soooo blo
Toe to toe niggas can't match
Bullets all catch up in your necks and your backs
So Little Ceeese, pass the lot please
Give honey a pillow, she ain't got the scuffed up knees
I'm the killa, no one gets illa
Who's the man? I see him every morning in the mirror, uh
Chorus