03. Main Source - Just Hangin' Out

The Pharcyde | She Said (1995) Jay Dee Mix - Explicit

Yeah
Originoo crookz
Originoo headz
Doing it like this
What up?

(Buckshot)
I woke up in the morning, hopped on a train and saw my man
He had an L in his hand, hide it from the beast, at least
I catch a bus before I hit my block
I take a mega hit from it, “On the Good Ship Lollipop”
Move the hop, so I can put the hip, in the grip
Everybody slip so I can take a trip to the dip
Dig a deeper hole, microphone-control with soul
Look at my hot eyes and tell me, “How could you be cold?”
I’m coming to you from the underground, with thunder sound
Number one question, “Yo, how can I be down?”
Well, I’ll tell you, bring your lighter and roll your finger
Back up on your lighter so you see the fire finger
Move from left to right, then front to back
Herbal verbal letters give the mic contact
React whenever I keep the heads scoping
Ahh, don’t front, you know I got cha opin

[Hook: Buckshot]
Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check my dialect from my diaphragm, my man
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

Me and my crew walk the streets at night like
“Looking for the right one, baby”
If it’s payday, I’m at your doorstep
I never sweat swinging the ep’ nowadays 'cause my rep
Is known for the tricks that’ll trade like toys
In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy wrecking shop
I drop the top and make the seeds pop
From the lye that I sparked last night in the dark
I be dedicated to the Moon 'cause it’s Black
Resurrect, come back, tell me about the other side, Jack
Now we’re going back to “Who Got Da Props?”
And when I blew up the spot last year on The Box
Pressure, to come back with another fat single
Not too underground to make it stop when you mingle
But bust it, pay attention to the third verse
And I’ma take you to another level first, yeah

Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check my dialect from my diaphragm, my man
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

First of all, listen, I’m the N you know
But when you see me at a show, you better prepare for the flow right away
I’m dimming the brighter day
It’s never sunny, still don’t nothing move but the honey out the pay
So I enta the brother zone
I come to the front of Da Stage and let you know who’s on the phone, leave it alone
See, it’s a hip hop thang
Not a fake, drip-drop fame or corny-ass lame
You can fool the rest but you can’t fool me
See, the best school me for the simple fact
It’s the G-O-D, Buck-to-the-shot
Steele to the Tek, then Ruck to the Rock
So forget the past, no more Shorty
Strictly Buckshot, I rock you one down to forty below
I gots to let ‘em know
That I elevate at levels higher every time I felt the fire
People tried this when your jam got cold
Used to be the man, now your band got old
I know the plan, so I keep ‘em scoping
Don’t front, you know I got cha opin

Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check my dialect from my diaphragm, my man
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

Yeah, without no doubt
This is dedicated to my man, Big 5, Big Trev
Real’s in the place to be
We’re coming to get you out, kid
And we out, no doubt

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NASTY NAS - STREET DREAMS

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run
For a body - now it's time to stash the guns
They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long
Gimme a hot second, and I'mma put you on
It's all messed up somebody snitching on the crew
And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep
Askin' on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep
They said they just wanna question you, but me and you know
That once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you
Then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so
It's a good thing you bounced for now just stay low
Once in a blue I check to see how you're doin'
I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union
They probably knock down the door
In the middle of the night, sometimes around four
Hoping to find who they looking for but they won't succeed
All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed
But word son, you got the projects hotter than hell
Harder for brothers, to get their thug on but oh well
Son they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks
Oh you heard who did what, no I don't know who did shit
So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin' crazy
From windows, I see lights flashing and maybe
Somebody's taking pictures - you know who that be
Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches
They put up a G so everybody's pointing fingers
And lying, aiyyo son, the temp is rising

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
What up black? Hold your head wherever you at
On the flow from the cops with wings on your back
That snitch nigga - gave police your location
We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation
Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home
Phony niggas walk around trying to be your clone
They really fear you, when you was at home they was pale
That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
By the time you hear this rhyme you'll probably be locked up
Tried to hide somewhere along the lines your plans slipped up
Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back
Reminisce on how I used to pick you up in the Ac
Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep
Wondering who snitched it got me losing lots of sleep
At night, you know my mouth is tight
I never sang to the cops cause that shit ain't right
Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack
Damn - why the situation go down like that?
It'll be a long time before the heat dies down
And a - couple of years 'fore we see you around
But 'til then, maintain and keep your story the same
The cops is grabbing wrong niggas, looking for someone to blame
They harrassing, struggling to find the truth
There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out, cause they ain't got no proof
To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy, deliver
Me the gun, I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river
Make sure it sinks to the bottom
Outsmart police, snuck you out the projects, we got 'em
But still, but still, but still...

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