[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, Most of these niggas shouldn’t be next to us
We keep our distance from those, those acting like hoes
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is gold
Ya wig’ll get told, put the realest niggas
Niggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers and dealers
Streets keep watching, aye, click boom the ghetto bird ya shot down
Straight to the top now, they want a third strike on my background
But nah homie, put the mask on when I slide on ‘em
Put the cash in the safe and here’s a extra slug ‘for I shake
Ya smoke faster than me with a eighth
Or better yet a wet break on a plate
Burning ya faith, all senses covered in tape
Fuckin’ with them boys in blue, chill out ‘for rags at you
You running to the cops saying: How we do?
Saying it’s just rap and them lines ain’t true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, menage a two or maybe trois
Baby girl need a pa pa, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, give praise to Allah
Get blazed in my car, Oxymoron

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, rock came from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still remain as a top shotta
I ain’t no backpack rapper, I ain’t no lyricist
And if he ain’t talking to you mind ya business then
Cold with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold niggas
All the girlies love us, get a whiff of us
They bones quiver, heard some clown throwing stones at us
Holding boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It’s Top Dawg we runnin’ rap, whack rappers, feline
Reason why we don’t run with cats, nine double O five nine -
Where my family at
Pull up in that family van holding tools like the handyman
And to be real not with all this rapping politickin’
Rapper competition, wrapped up my position
’Til I’m finished, ‘Til I make a couple tickets
Then I’m outtie on them islands with my crimmies chillin'
Hide ya feelings, now can I live?
Look I gotta keep my feet on top of the dirt
’Cause everywhere I go they like when you dropping some work?
Been a threat since birth
The rap game’s pallbearer when I’m droppin’ the Hearst
I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this
Industry’s nightmare, red strings in my Nike Air’s
Yeah, the white pair, I’m Jay Rock, America’s most wanted
My chargers? Killing MC’s without warning
Rock!

[Verse 3: Ab Soul]
It’s Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I’m the skinny Biggie
In New York City with Puffy, puffing the sticky
All eyes against me, still even the score
Prolly why I’m always OT on tour
TDE, believe me we want war
I don’t even know what piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, What’s the difference?
We all gon’ die one day until then I’m gettin’ paid
My grandma watching so I ain’t gon’ curse
Still gifted like a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson medicine in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And these days are so bittersweet
I guess it’s just a balance we battle naturally
And y’all still trippin’ off of Jay-Z tweets
I still got laps to run when me and Jay-Z meet
Peep Soul brother number 2
The first one used to make beats for CL Smooth
Top got the s550 but the CL smooth
And rolling weed is the only time I see L’s move
Soul!

[Verse 4: Isaiah Rashad]
Ay, I think I found my second home
Sunny California and it’s ya little nigga brother
You ain’t meant for corners, it’s what they told me
So I never looked back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)
Fat as elephant ass, so we flirt in the path
Passing propellers I tell her, tell her we flying just listen
See we diamond just shining and they gon’ find us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we left with ya bitchh
For the record in Guinness I’m a hecklin’ menace
Where is Robin, I’m Given’
Fuckin’ minding my business
He a regular victim, us regular in women
Uh, regular niggas, you always cater to sluts
You always wasting my time, you always faking the funk
I’m put ya muthafuckin’ dream in ya face
You keep lookin’ for some women to be all in ya face
That deep dussy reach niggas, keep dussy
That Tennessee dussy make a nigga be dussy
You can never rap better than me, ’cause you ain’t dedicated
You ain’t underrated, you ain’t under looked
You ain’t overbooked, you just under cooked
It’s supposed to be me and my niggas in the record book
Now they got by myself still fresh as fuck

[Verse 5: Kendrick]
I hate y’all, I’d do anything to replace y’all,shout out to Face Mob
A ghetto boy ‘til I’m unemployed with a day job
And kicking boxes, I kick ass and then kick knowledge
I’m way more polished than 99% of the scholars you thought had graduated
I’m the master that masturbated on ya favorite MC
’Til the industry had wanted me assassinated
You either corny or an opportunist
I let you eat now go back to church and steal crackers at communion
What I been doing? I’m about to crack the Da Vinci Code, yeah
Yeah, and nothing's been the same since they dropped Control
And tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothes
Ha-ha, joke's on you, high-five
I'm bulletproof, your shots will never penetrate
Pin a tail on a donkey, boy, you been a fake
I got my thumb on Hip Hop and my foot in the back of yo ass
Aftermath get the last laugh
I serve niggas like Master Geoffrey
Jump on this curb turn a shotty to a verb if you let me
You know I’m a killer, I’m on ya head, you know I’m a killa
The West Coast cosa nostra under oath ‘til it’s over
Ya over owe us so what the fuck?
I fuck you niggas up, I fuck you niggas up, she suck and fuck
I fuckin’ duck you fuckin’ niggas like when I want
You go at us, you going fuckin’ nuts
Acting irrational, pop you then pop an Adderall
Know the drill like a lateral, nigga
I’m more Pappy Mason than Pastor Mason
Pacing back and forth, racing my thoughts on embracing data
I spilled blood on my apron cooking this shit up
I feel like some of y’all is hating
Quite frankly ya bitch booty should thank me for grabbing it
Turn these hoodrats to actresses, what a magic trick?
Accidents never happen when murder's involved
Emaculate tactics so follow me, if you need me just call on me
I say “Hold up wait a minute”
Your career ain’t shit less you got some Kendrick in it
Ya pussy ain’t shit, ain’t no rumors left on my dick
'Less you look like Jordin Sparks, make my mark on the cunt, muah
Hollywood’s been good to me little hood nigga used to pawn mom’s jewelry
Family jewels big as fuck and I got the balls to say it
Balls deep, ballin out till spalding need a replacement
And I’m outchea, the west in your mouth chea
Invest in a vest, a Vietnam vet when you out near
The White court building spilling its Merlot
Fillin’ a woman, pimp the industry
Remember these Stacy Adams and furcoats, shook
Ya scared to death, scared to look in the mirror when Kendrick is near ya
King Kendrick

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Joseph "Rev Run" Simmons visited the University of Arkansas at Pine Bluff during Welcome Back Week. He discusses his journey from rap to preaching and everything in between. Sponsored by the Office of Student Involvement and Leadership.

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Joell Ortiz - "Brothers Keeper" ft. Royce da 5'9", Joe Budden & Crooked I (Prod. by THE HEATMAKERZ)

Each week, HuffPost Entertainment's Podcast examines a different pop culture phenomenon. The premiere episode of HuffPost Entertainment's podcast is all about BOOTY. 

Inspired by Vogue's recent article, "We're Officially in the Era of the Big Booty," HuffPost Entertainment's Managing Editor Christopher Rosen and Editor Lauren Duca invite rappers Trina and Sir Mix and NYU's media and culture studies professor, David Clinton Wills Lot to join them in discussion.
 
The hosts and guests reflect the history of booty in song and culture and if the recent booty-mania is a body positive trend. 

Bootycast with Trina and Sir Mix-a-Lot

We have a special Thanksgiving treat for you. The Queens legend N.O.R.E. stops by and talks growing up in Lefrak, being an advocate for self defense in the hood, if Pun really hit Jay Z with a bottle and why hip hop needs more black executives. This episode was definitely for the culture. 

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The crew remembers Charlie Murphy and tells stories from times with him and his impact on comedy. Jess Hilarious stops thru to talk about her experience on Wild N Out and doing comedy with Martin Lawrence and Mike Epps. Karlous brings perspective on Janet Jackson and her divorce, Aries Spears on The 5150 show plus a legendary old school battle. Plus D.C. talks about The Chris Brown comedy tour.

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Digital Underground demo tape 1989

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A remaster (2020) of an old-school Pynner rap song about drinking tequila. The beat is a remix of The Champs' song "Tequila".


One night I dreamt I was in Mexico
Why I was there I just don't know
But the sun was beatin' down and makin' me hotter
So I stepped into a bar for a cup of water

I asked the bartender, and he said,
"Drink the water here and you'll be wishin' you're dead.
You'll be sittin' on the crapper all day long.
So drink something else you just can't go wrong"

So I said, "Okay, what else you got on tap?
I'm not used to being this far South on the map.
Maybe I could have some icy cold beer?
Or is it too hard to keep the beer cold here?"

He said, "Exactly" then started to think
Of what kind of beverage I might like to drink
So he grabbed a clear bottle with a worm inside
And said, "Drink this shit, it'll take you for a ride"

Whether it's white or gold, warm or cold
From a bottle or a can, I'm lickin' salt from my hand
It's a drink I love a lot and my favourite shot
And it's 1 2 3 4 5 TEQUILA!

The next morning I awoke from what had seemed
To be to me an educational dream
Went to the bathroom washed my teeth and eyes
And spent the day watchin' Family Ties

As time ticked on day turned into night
I went to the bar and thought that I just might
Introduce a new idea to my friends
Of trying a new beverage on the weekends

Half passed ten was the time
When we went to the bar and got our lemon or lime
To bite into when we're done our shot
Of the coolest drink that we'd ever bought

Poured more salt on our hands and drank more down
We all took turns buying the rounds
It was 1 tequila 2 tequila 3 tequila 4
We drank tequila 'til we hit the floor!

Whether it's white or gold, warm or cold
From a bottle or a can, I'm lickin' salt from my hand
It's a drink I love a lot and my favourite shot
And it's 1 2 3 4 5 TEQUILA!

The next morning I woke up with a pain in my head
I was just happy to be in my own bed
Grabbed a glass of water icy cold and tall
How I got home I just don't recall

Later that day it was about 4:20
I had to go to work so I could make some money
I collected my pay when I finished work
Then I went across the street to see the liquor store clerk

I said, "Hey man, could I get some
of that hardcore booze that's not whiskey or rum.
It ain't vodka, but when swallowed it burns.
I'm talkin' 'bout the drink that comes with a worm."

He looked at me with a smile
Then pointed behind me straight at the aisle
That held the beverage that I adore
So I bought a 26er and I headed for the door

Whether it's white or gold, warm or cold
From a bottle or a can, I'm lickin' salt from my hand
It's a drink I love a lot and my favourite shot
And it's 1 2 3 4 5 TEQUILA!

The Champs - Tequila (Pynner Old School Hip Hop Remix)

We switched it up a bit to sports talk with rising star Bomani Jones of ESPN and SB Nation fame. How he went from teaching at college, being a music writer, the image of the Black athlete in America, his run on terrestrial and satellite radio, how New York Knicks fans are "funny" and how to detect crazy from women online. We also got a surprise visit from Kazeem Famiyude of Hip Hop Wired and Rhymes and Dimes. 

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