Kurtis Blow -The Breaks (1980)

KURTIS BLOW

"The Breaks" (1980 Mercury)

LYRICS

Clap your hands, everybody,

If you got what it takes,

'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know

That these are the breaks,

Brakes on a bus, brakes on a car,

Breaks to make you a superstar,

Breaks to win and breaks to lose,

But these here breaks will rock your shoes,

And these are the breaks,

Break it up, break it up, break it up!

If your woman steps out with another man,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

And she runs off with him to Japan,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

And the irs says they want to chat,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

And you can't explain why you claimed your cat,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

And Ma Bell sends you a whopping bill

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

With eighteen phone calls to Brazil,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

And you borrowed money from the mob,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

And yesterday you lost your job,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

Well, these are the breaks,

Break it up, break it up, break it up!

Throw your hands up in the sky,

And wave 'em 'round from side to side,

And if you deserve a break tonight,

Somebody say all right!

(All right)

Say ho!

(Ho!)

You don't stop,

Keep on, somebody scream!

(Owwwww!)

Break down!

Breaks on a stage, breaks on a screen,

Breaks to make your wallet lean,

Breaks run cold and breaks run hot,

Some folks got 'em and some have not,

But these are the breaks,

Break it up, break it up, break it up,

Break down!

To the girl in brown, stop messing around,

(Break it up, break it up)

To the guy in blue, whatcha gonna do?

(Break it up, break it up)

To the girl in green, don't be so mean,

(Break it up, break it up)

And the guy in red, say what I said,

(Break it up, break it up)

Break down!

Brakes on a plane, brakes on a train,

Breaks to make you go insane,

Breaks in love, breaks in war,

But we got the breaks to get you on the floor,

And these are the breaks,

Break it up, break it up, break it up,

Break down! Yo!

Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it!

Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it!

Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it!

Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it!

You say last week you met the perfect guy,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

And he promised you the stars in the sky,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

He said his Cadillac was gold,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

But he didn't say it was ten years old,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

He took you out to the Red Coach grill,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

But he forgot the cash and you paid the bill,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

And he told you the story of his life,

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

But he forgot the part about--his wife! Huh! Huh!

(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)

Well, these are the breaks!

Break it up, break it up, break it up,

Break down! Ya!

Monie Love - It's A Shame (My Sister) (1990)

Monie Love
"It's a Shame (My Sister)"
Album: Down to Earth (1990 Warner Bros)

LYRICS:

My sister, my sister
Tell me what the trouble is
I'll try to listen good
And give the best advice that I can give
So, what's up with you this time?
Your honey took a dive
And now he's playin with your mind?
Oh no, this can not be accepted
The feelings that belong to you must be protected
Hold up, time out
I shout, get it together sister
Tell him to be nice or ditch the mister

It's a shame
The way you mess around with my heart
It's a shame
The way you hurt me
It's a shame
The way you mess around with my heart
It's a shame
The way you hurt me

Get back on your feet, please
I'm beggin you to check out all your own needs
Don't let nobody see you in a state of grievin' over the brother
There's another possibility
Which is for you to work out where you went wrong
I guarantee to you that it will not take long
For you to make your mind up if the two of you belong
You know where honey's head at
And where he's comin from
Get it out your system
Don't be another victim
This took the nerve, oh boy
He really picked 'em, whaddya know
It's time for you to show you're not sleepin
A progress report on the two of you you're keepin
Peekin through the peephole
To see if honey's sneakin
You estimated right
That night the other weekend
Collectively the facts should conclude the decision
You caught the brother in a terrible disposition

It's a shame
The way you mess around with my heart
It's a shame
The way you hurt me
It's a shame
The way you mess around with my heart
It's a shame
The way you hurt me

That's it, pack it up
Be wise my sister
'Cause the facts keep stackin up
Tell him to kiss the - you know what
Make sure the door is shut behind you
I do believe the brother's out of luck and stuck
But that's not your P-R-O-B-L-E-M
You gotta let him go and let him know this is the end
You've been kissed, dissed, listed as a dumb one
I hope he likes sad songs, he's gonna hum one
He's been a dum dum and that's the way it is forever
There comes a time, when you're at the end of your tether
And you know, I think you went far beyond that
So it was bound to backtrack
And smack you with an irksome vengeance as it attacks you
Makin sure you get the full entire view
Of who's to blame at the end of the game
Things will never be the same
And it's a cryin' shame

It's a shame
The way you mess around with my heart
It's a shame
The way you hurt me
It's a shame
The way you mess around with my heart
It's a shame
The way you hurt me

It's a shame
The way you mess around with my heart
It's a shame
The way you hurt me
It's a shame
The way you mess around with my heart
It's a shame
The way you hurt me

It's a shame
The way you mess around with my heart
It's a shame
The way you hurt me
It's a shame
The way you mess around with my heart
It's a shame
The way you hurt me

Bob Sinclair feat.Sugarhill Gang - Lala song (2009)

Bob Sinclair Featuring Sugarhill Gang
"Lala Song" (2009 Various labels)



 LYRICS:

Oh Yeah
What’s up world?
It’s Master Gee and Sugar Hill Gang, Wonder Mike, Hen Degg
and we are here with the man Bob Sinclar
Let’s do it, C’mon

Lalalala lalala lala
lalalala lalala lalalalalala

Master Gee: Back, back, back in the day
when the djs spoile on night
when the party fun, the mc’s come drop
and test the mic (wonder mike: oh yeah)

Not need to worry, No need to hurry …
… are just for you
Keep hopping and ..
Breaking and rocking
Everybody knows
there ain’t no stopppin’

Como yo Ge on the floor
… or more
Ain’t no party like an old School party
Gonna old school party
don’t stop

So DJ drop
my favorite
…
and let me rock the mic
Now throw your hands your hands up in the air
Everybody saying “Oh Yaeh!!!”

Lalalala lalala lala
(Master Gee: Yeah! Just Do it! Do it! Do it!)
lalalala lalala
(Master Gee: Its on and on and on and on)
lalalalalala
(Wonder Mike: I like that)
(Master Gee: Talk to me. Wonder Mike c’mon, let get down)

Wonder Mike:
Yes, yes yo! it’s wonder mike and I like to rock the house.
I’m working that body
work that body
And babe just …
I’m really hippin’ that hop hop
and don’t you stop
Let me see that body rock
Put your … cap to the side
Let me hear you say “Alright”!

The groove so funky furious
.. make you get so serious
When the people hear enough
They start to go delirious
Work it! Let’s work it!
Let’s work it work it work ti!
Let’s somebody, anybody, everybody scream!

Lalalala lalala lala
(Master Gee: Now somebody, anybody, everybody scream!)
lalalala (Master Gee: yeah! Now wave your hands from side to side)
lalala
(Master Gee: Its on and on and on and on)
lalalalalala
(Wonder Mike: I like that)

One, Two, Three, Four,
Step on
Once upon a time not long ago
When there were no rap stars on TV shows
No movie deals, commercials

Lalala lalala
(Master Gee: Yeah! Just Do it! Do it! Do it!)
lala lalalala
(Master Gee: Now somebody, anybody, everybody sing!)
Lalalala lalala
(Master Gee: Yeah! Just Do it! Do it! Do it!)
(Rock that body! Move that Body! Move that Body! C’mon”)
lalalala lalala
(Master gee: It’s on and and on and on and on!)
(Wonder Mike: I like that)
lalalalalala

Arrested Development - People Everyday (1992)

Arrested Development
"People Everyday"
Album: 3 Years, 5 Months & 2 Days in the Life of...(1992 Cooltempo/EMI)

SINGLE:



LYRICS:


See I was resting at the park minding my own
Business, as I kick up the treble tone
On my radio tape player box, right
Just loud enough so folks could hear it's hype, see ?
Outta nowhere comes the woman I'm dating
Investigation maybe she was demonstrating
But nevertheless I was pleased
My day was going great and my soul was at ease

Until a group of brothers started bugging out
Drinking the 40 oz, going the nigga route
Disrespecting my black queen
Holding their crotches and being obscene
At first I ignored them 'cause see I know their type
They got drunk and got guns and they wanna fight
And they see a young couple having a time that's good
And their egos wanna test a brother's manhood

So they came to test Speech 'cause of my hair-do
And the loud bright colors that I wear
I was a target cause I'm a fashion misfit
And the outfit that I'm wearing brothers dissing it
Well I stay calm and pray the niggaz leave me be
But they're squeezing parts of my date's anatomy
Why, Lord, do brothers have to drill me ?
'Cause if I start to hit this man they'll have to kill me

See I am everyday people
See I am everyday people

I told the niggaz please let us pass, friend
I said please cause I don't like killing Africans
But he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube
But I had to take the brother out for being rude
And like I said before I was mad by then
It took three or four cops to pull me off of him
But that's the story y'all of a black man
Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African

You see I am everyday people
You see I am everyday people

The moral of the story is
You better look very hard on who you step into
As you might get killed or shot and it's not worth
Africans need to be loving each other and you know

De La Soul - Eye Know (1989)

De La Soul
"Eye Know"
Album: 3 Feet High and Rising (1989 Tommy Boy)

SINGLE:

LYRICS:


POS:
Greetings, girl, and welcome to my world of phrase
I'm right up to bat
It's a Daisy Age and you're about to walk top-stage
So wipe your Lottos on the mat
Hip-hop love this is and don't mind when I quiz your
Involvements before the sun
But clear your court 'cause this is a one-man sport
And who's better for this than Plug One
Now you don't have to worry about me squashin' other deals
'Cause they've already been squooshed
Freeze a frame about moods the same which we can continue
Right behind the bush
You'll stay with me
Eye Know this
But not because of all my earthly treasures
Or regardless to the fact that I'm Posdnuos
But because

(Eye know Eye love you better)

DOVE:
May I cut this dance to introduce myself as
The chosen one to speak
Let me lay my hand across yours
And aim a kiss upon your cheek
They name's Plug Two
And from the soul I bring you
The Daisy of your choice
May it be filled with the pleasure principle
In circumference to my voice
About those other Jennys I reckoned with
Lost them all like a homework excuse
This time the Magic Number is two
'Cause it takes two, not three, to seduce
My destiny of love is brought to an apex
Sex is a mere molecule
In this world of love that I have for you
It's true

(Eye know Eye love you better)

POS:
Now it's time to let this rhyme style
Get somewhat poured in the mold
Take my hand and we'll pick my plantation
Of Daisies for a bouquet of Soul
Life will begin at the cut of a rim
Take it as filled to the rim as in brim
Squeeze your stoop like Betty Boop
We'll make Campbell's Alphabet Soup
And spell Plug One's within
Forward march is the say
When transistors will play
Come into bed is the mood
Dolby sound will be then top crowned
When I put the needle into your groove
I got a good thing
And in full swing
I show this in gifts, words or letters
But even without those three
Eye know you'll be close to me 'cause

(Eye know I love you better)

DOVE:
It's I again and the song that I send
Is taking steps to reach your heart
Any moment you feel alone
I can fill up your empty part
We can ascend 'till we reach De La Heaven
And in a spin we'll hit the Top Ten
Then we will meet Mr Stuckie
And Pos' brother Lucky will preach
Let the wedding begin
Shot by an arrow of cupid
Through the string of a G-clef
My dear, I claim you're def
And if you can hear me, by golly gee,
Trugoy is ready for what you posess
We could live in my Plug Two home
And on Mars where we could be all alone
And we make a song for two,
Picture perfect things and I sing of how

(Eye know I love you better)

ALBUM:

Neneh Cherry - Buffalo Stance (1988)

Neneh Cherry
"Buffalo Stance"
Album: Raw Like Sushi (1988 Virgin)

SINGLE:



LYRICS:

Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
At the boys from home. They all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?

Gigolo, Huh, sucka?
Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sucka?

Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me

No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me

Get funky. Yeah Timmy
Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ

So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
When your shows worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
Committed a crime and went inside
It was coming your way but you had to survive
When you lost your babe, you lost the race
Now you're looking at me to take her place

Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me

Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance
Looking good when it comes to the crunch
Looking good's a state of mind
State of mind don't look behind you
State of mind or you'll be dead
State of mind may I remind you
Bomb the Bass rock this place
What is he like? What's he like anway?
Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a giggolo man
You know I mean?

No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me

No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me

Wind on my face, sound in my ears
Water from my eyes, and you on my mind
As I sink, diving down deep deeper into your soul

No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me

ALBUM:

Malcolm McLaren & The World's Famous Supreme Team - Buffalo Gals (1982)

Malcolm McLaren & The World's Famous Supreme Team 
"Buffalo Gals" 
Album: Duck Rock (1983 Charisma)


SINGLE:







LYRICS:
Haaaaaa, Ha-la-ha-la, Ba - Ba - Ba - Ba - Ba - Ba - Ba
Ba-ba-ba (baa-ba) Ba-ba-ba-ba, Ba-ba-ba-ba, (ba) Ba-ba (ba)
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, (ba) ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba-be (ba)
Boy that scratchin is makin' me itch (ba, ba)

Dub-dub-dub (ba), Dub-dub-dub (ba), Dub-dub-dub, Dub-dub-dub, ba-ba-ba-ba (ba)
Dub-dub-dub, ba-ba-ba-ba-be (ba) Dub-dub-dub, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba
Dub-dub-dub, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba

First buffalo gal go around the outisde, round the outside, round the outside (you know it)
Two buffalo gals go around the outside, 'round the outside, 'round the outside
Three buffalo gals (baaa) go around the outside (baaa, ba, ba)
Four buffalo gals (baaa) go around the outside, 'round the outside (baaa),
'round the outside (baaa)
Four buffalo gals go around the outside and dosie doe your partners (baaa)

Ba - baaa, She's lookin', she's lookin', she's lookin', she's lookin'
She's-she's-she's-she's-she's-she's, lookin' like a whore girl

Three buffalo gals, three buffalo gals (ba), three-three buff-three-three
Three buffalo gals (ba), gals-gals, buffalo, buffalo, (ba) three-three-three-three-three

Wooh, Girl, it's a pity that you're so dirty
You're only dancin' just to be friendly (baaa)
So pretty you drive me loco
And so silly you make be blush so-o-o (baaa)

Yeah, huh, you're my buffalo girl, yeah-heah-eah

It's a pity that you're so dirty
You're only dancin' just to be friendly
So pretty you drive me loco
You're so pretty you make me (baaa) blush so-o-o
(You're lookin' like a whore girl)

I'm an ape, I'm an ape, I'm an ape - I'm an ape

First buffalo boy go around


ALBUM:

De La Soul - Me Myself and I (1989)

De La Soul
"Me, Myself and I"
Album: 3 Feet High and Risng (1989 Tommy Boy)

SINGLE:



LYRICS:

[Dove]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me mirror what is wrong?
Can it be my De La Clothes
Or is it just my De La Soul
What I do ain't make believe
People say I sit and try
But when it comes to being De La
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I (repeat 3x)
[Posdonus]
Now you tease my Plug One style
And my Plug One spectacles
You say Plug One and Two are hippies
No we're not, thats pure Plug Bull
Always pushin that we formed an image
There's no need to lie
When it comes to being Plug One
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I (repeat 3X)
[Dove]
Proud, I'm proud of what I am
Poems I speak are Plug Two type
Please oh please let Plug Two be
himself, not what you read or write
Write is wrong when hype is written
on the Soul, De La that is
 
Style is surely our own thing
Not the false disguise of show-biz
De La Soul is from the soul
And in fact I can't deny
Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie
And from me myself and I
It's just me myself and I (repeat 3X)
[Posdonus]
Glory Glory Hallelu
Glory for Plug One and Two
But that glory's been denied
By concensing dookie eyes
People think they diss my person
by stating I'm darkly packed
I know this so I point at Q-Tip
and he states, 'Black is Black'
Mirror mirror on the wall
Shovel chestnuts in my path
Just keep all nuts twistin up
so I don't get an aftermath
But if I do I'll calmly punch them
in the 4th day of July
Cause they tried to mess with third degree
That's me myself and I
It's just me myself and I (repeat 3X)

ALBUM:

Eric B and Rakim-Paid in Full (1987)

Eric B and Rakim
"Paid in Full"
Album: Paid in Full (1987 4th & Broadway)

SINGLE & ALBUM SLEEVE:







LYRICS:


Turn up the bass check out my melody hand out a cigar 
I'm lettin knowledge be born and my name's the R 
A k i m not like the rest of them I'm not on a list 
That's what I'm sayin I drop science like a scientist 
My melody's in a code the very next episode 
Has the mic often distortin ready to explode 
I keep the mic in Fahrenheit freeze MC's and make em colder 
The listener's system is kickin like solar 
As I memorize, advertise, like a poet 
Keep you goin when I'm flowin, smooth enough, you know it 
But rough that's why the middle of my story I tell E.B. 
Nobody beats the "R", check out my melody... 

Verse Two: 

So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I sing 
One of these for MC's so they don't have to scream 
I couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to test 
Then let my melody play, and then the record suggest 
That I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm 
Any MC that disagree with me just wave your arm 
And I'll break, when I'm through breakin I'll leave you broke 
Drop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smoke 
So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait 
I won't push, I won't beat around the bush 
I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to 
You might try but you can't get close to 
Because I'm number one, competition is none 
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun 
Whether playin ball or bobbin in the hall 
I just writin my name in graffiti on the wall 
You shouldn't have told me you said you control me 
So now a contest is what you owe me 
Pull out your money, pull out your cut 
Pull up a chair, and I'ma tear shit up 
My name is Rakim Allah, and R & A stands for "Ra" 
Switch it around, but still comes out "R" 
So easily will I e-m-c-e-e 
My repetition of words is "check out my melody" 
Some bass and treble is moist, scratchin and cuttin a voice 
And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice 
I wouldn't have came to ?set? my name ?around the? same weak shit 
Puttin blurs and slurs and words that don't fit 
In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone 
I take this more serious than just a poem 
Rockin party to party, backyard to yard 
Now tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods 


Verse Three: 

The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp 
I can swing off anything even a string of a harp 
Just turn it on and start rockin, mind no introduction 
Til I finish droppin science, no interruption 
When I approach I exercise like a coach 
Usin a melody and add numerous notes 
With the mic and the R-a-k-i-m 
It's a task, like a match I will strike again 
Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped 
Put in order to pursue with the momentum except 
I say one rhyme and I order a longer rhyme shorter 
A pause, but don't stop the tape recorder 

Verse Four: 

I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor 
Melody arranger, poet, etcetera 
Extra events, the grand finale like bonus 
I am the man they call the microphonist 
With wisdom which means wise words bein spoken 
Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin 
I came to express the rap I manifest 
Stand in my way and I'll lead a ??? words protest 
MC's that wanna be dissed they're gonna 
Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta 
All they can go get is me a glass of Moet 
A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet 
I take 7 MC's put em in a line 
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme 
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine 
And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time 
Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin 
No fessin, no messin around, no chewin 
No robbin, no buyin, bitin, why bother 
This slob'll stop tryin fightin to follow 
My unusual style will confuse you a while 
If I was water, I flow in the Nile 
So many rhymes you won't have time to go for your's 
Just because of a cause I have to pause 
Right after tonight is when I prepare 
To catch another sucka duck MC out there 
Cos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe 
And after this you'll call me your majesty 
My melody... 


Verse Five: 

Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it 
Eric B made a cut and advertised it 
My melody's created for MC's in the place 
Who try to listen cos I'm dissin ??? 
?Take off your necklace, you try to detect my pace? 
?Now? you're ?buggin? over ??? off my rhyme like bass 
The melody that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin 
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island 
My wisdom is swift, no matter if 
My momentum is slow, MC's still stand stiff 
I'm genuine like leather, don't try to be clever 
MC's you'll beat the "R", I'll say "Oh never" 
So Eric B cut it easily 
And check out my melody... 

Snoop Dogg ft Justin Timberlake & Charlie Wilson - Signs (2004)

Snoop Dogg & Justin Timberlake
"Signs" 
Album: R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta):The Masterpiece (2004 Geffen)


SINGLE:





Chorus - Justin Timberlake (Uncle Charlie Wilson)]
I'm not sure what I see
Cupid don't fuck with me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, noticing no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign? (OHHH!!!)

[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Ooh wee!!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, you ain't no G!

[Verse - Snoop Dogg]
It's legit, you know it's a hit
When The Neptunes and the Doggy Dogg fin to spit
You know he's in - tune with the season
Come here baby, tell me why you leaving?
Tell me if it's weed that you needing
You wanna breathe? I got the best weed minus seeds
Ain't nobody tripping VIP they can't get in
If something go wrong then you know we get to Cripping

[Chorus - Justin Timberlake]
I'm not sure what I see
cupid don't fuck with me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, noticing no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign?

[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Oh ohhh!! yeah!)Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll,
you ain't no G!

[Verse - Snoop Dogg]
Now you stepping wit a G, from Los Angeles
Where the helicopters got cameras,
just to get a glimpse of our Chucks
And our Khakis and our bouncer cars
You wit you friend right? (yeah)
She ain't trying to bring over no men right? (no)
Shiieet, she ain't gotta be in the distance
She could get high all in an instant

[Chorus - Justin Timberlake]
I'm not sure what I see
cupid don't fuck with me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, noticing no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign?

[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Oh ohhh!! yeah!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, you ain't no G!

[Verse - Snoop Dogg]
Mami, mamasita, have you ever - flown on G5s
From London - to Ibiza? You gotta have Cape Town
You'll have Sunday's with chiquitas
You'll see Venus and Serena, in the Wimbledon Arena
And I can take you

[Chorus - Justin Timberlake]
I'm not sure what I see
cupid don't fuck with me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, noticing no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign?

[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Oh ohhh!! yeah!)Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll,
you ain't no G!

[Bridge - Uncle Charlie Wilson]
Nigga don't be young and foolish
You don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you've lost until she's gone (gone)
She Got a pretty face, drove you wild
But you ain't got that Snoop Doggy Dogg Style

Chorus - Justin Timberlake
I'm not sure what I see
Cupid don't fuck with me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, noticing no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign? (OHHH!!!)

Arrested Development - Mr. Wendal (1992)

Arrested Development
"Mr. Wendal"
Album: 3 Years, 5 Months & 2 Days in the Life Of...(1992 Chrysalis)


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Here, have a dollar, 
in fact no brotherman here, have two
Two dollars means a snack for me,
but it means a big deal to you
Be strong, serve God only,
know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr.Wendal, that's his name,
no one ever knew his name cause he's a no-one
Never thought twice about spending on a ol' bum,
until I had the chance to really get to know one
Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges,
still most of y'all come out confused

[CHORUS:]
Go ahead, Mr.Wendal (2x)

Mr.Wendal has freedom,
a free that you and I think is dumb
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
for Mr.Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
and an occasional harassment by the police and their chase
Uncivilized we call him,
but I just saw him eat off the food we waste
Civilization, are we really civilized, yes or no ?
Who are we to judge ?
When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved
and killed over a racist grudge
Mr.Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways
but we don't hear him talk
Is it his fault when we've gone too far,
and we got too far, cause on him we walk
Mr.Wendal, a man, a human in flesh,
but not by law
I feed you dignity to stand with pride,
realize that all in all you stand tall

[CHORUS]

Mr.Wendal, Lord, Mr.Wendal



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