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20 juillet 2009

Method Man & Redman - "I Know Sumptn" Lyrics


[Intro: Redman]
Aiyo, Meth, it's time we came in the muthafucking club, nigga
They gotta know we in the building, nigga, yeah
Ya'll muthafuckas got like, two minutes to get to the muthafucking bar, nigga
Ha-ha

[Redman]
Yo, I walk pimpin' when I'm up in here
Pulled up the G ride, then I'm up in here
I ain't worried, I got mad mutha uckas here
And my advice stay at 'bay' like a 'buccaneer'
I feel good when I walk inside
All eyes on the throw, that's NBA Live
The A.I. of rap, these haters gon' try
To shut me down but, I fly high
A goodfella always gotta keep something close
A gutter flow like mine, gotta let 'em know
I'm explosive like Dre Next Episode
Check my file, baby, this is the mother load
Take off your heels, and shake your hair
A nigga like me weaving through everywhere
I taste like new money, make it clear
Baby, tell your friends, that we right here

[Chorus: Redman (Poo Bear)]
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
(You don't wanna see us shine, talking shit on the law
Hate to see me in the sky, flying high, high, high)

[Method Man]
Who them dudes smelling like trees when we up in here
Straight Gilla and Killa Beez when we up in here
Kush, nigga, I keep the weed in the tupperware
Fuck security, V.I.P., we can puff in here
Niggas know how we do it, I ain't buying the bar
I'm trying to talk her out of drawers, she trynna charge
I ain't trying to ball, or spend no money in the club
If I said that I would, I'd be lying to ya'll
I got to have it, an addict, doing the puffing
You'd rather hate and discuss it, no more discussion, you head of the house
His mouth speaking, the food is ready for eating
Your head is ready for beating, I kick ya teeth in, don't fuck with Tical
You know a nigga blackout off a couple beers
Smoke up an ounce, pass out like a couple years
And mami doing her thing, she in her underwear
You join the team and now win, I put you under there

[Chorus]

[Redman]
You know you smell mad weed when we up in here
A wildboy like Steve when we up in here
And haters they smell chees when we up in here
But when we up in here, ya'll know nothing here

[Method Man]
And you know how we get it in, when we up in here
Women smelling like cinnamon when she up in here
And haters, they pay the fee to get up in here
Meth and Doc, man these MC's don't owe nothing here

[Chorus]

INS interviewé durant Rock The Bells


Inspectah Deck parle principalement du beef avec Joe Budden. Il évoque aussi "The Rebellion" qui sera son tout dernier album.

Boy Jones @ Rock The Bells (Jones Beach, NY)



Boy Jones & RZA - ODB Tribute

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Hell Razah & Shabazz : Interview en studio


Des info sur sur le prochain Hell Razah, niveau feat et production.

Raekwon live @ Jerky's Live Music Hall


17 juillet 2009

Hell Razah sort un nouveau son en attendant "Heaven Razah" (Dld)


HR revient avec un nouveau son intitulé Sleepwalkers, en collab avec Lex Lutha.

Hell Razah est actuellement en studio en train de finir son prochain album "Heaven Razah", qui fait suite à "Renaissance Child" sorti en 2007.

Sleepwalker, qui n'est pas sur l'album, fait partie des exclusivités que l'on devrait avoir sur le net en attendant la sortie de "Heaven Razah".



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16 juillet 2009

Sondage n°13


Notez / Rate Blackout 2

120 personnes ont participé à ce sondage concernant le 2ème album des Blunt Brothers

- 5 : 29 votes - 24%
- 4.5 : 5 votes - 4%
- 4 : 22 votes - 18%
- 3.5 : 7 votes - 5%
- 3 : 7 votes - 5%
- 2.5 : 5 votes - 4%
- 2 : 2 vote - 1%
- 1.5 : 7 vote - 5%
- 1 : 36 votes - 30%
Note moyenne : 3/5
Merci à tous les (nombreux) participants !!

Method Man & Redman - "City Lights" Lyrics


[Chorus 2X: Pimp C sample]
I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

[Redman]
Yo, I'm rolling in my ride, my eyes real chinky
Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies
Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it
I 'will' keep a 'smith', just like Jada Pinkett
Baby, without blinking, I do it my way
I shit on folks, the opposite of R. K.
I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood
Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.
Who am I? That nigga too fly
My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines
I ain't lying, I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard
I'm all swish, make a memo on your black board
This class here, nigga, is for the underground
UGK, Doc and Meth, locking the summer down
And I ain't playing games, homey, so get it right
Cuz I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95
South and the dirty been riding dirty since Dirty died
I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified
And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive
I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearing ponies
And them older niggas was snapping on me
How many rappers know me? I know what cash own
Face it, this game I take it, in holy matrimony
And now can't nothing hold me, I fucks with UGK
Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray
You either in it pimping, or you just in the way
I love this life that I'm living, your shit can end today
Two things to know about me, I guess I'll never change
And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain
And I ain't playing games wit ya, so get it right
And I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
For the king of the trill is up in this bitch
Drop the top, but I get the switch
You see my level, he tuck the stitch
Texas, nigga, we getting rich
Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch
G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po
No more swag, now pass the dough dough
We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo
I'm bout my dough, ho, so don't play with my bread
Man, I be trying to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead
I'm popping that trunk and grabbing that chopper, putting that K to ya head
I'd rather be laying up in the bed with your baby and may getting head
Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, dripping like Bernadette
My steering wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick
I'm riding bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler
And as far as the rims go, I'm an 84 dealer
A smile peeler when I mash out in the Cady
Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smoking on a fatty
This UGK 4 Life, if you ain't know you better get it right
Why, 'I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights

[Outro: Redman]
UGK, Redman, Method Man, in the fucking building, bitch