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Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Just Jazz, Just Two (Charles Sibirsky) · The Best of Rodney on the ROQ (Rodney Bingenheimer) · Rodney Redman (Rodney Redman) · Rappin' Rodney (Rodney Dangerfield) · But What Will the Neighbors Think/Rodney Crowell (Rodney Crowell) · Rodney's Parallel Universe (David Friedman) · Hangin' with Rodney (Rodney Carrington) · Romeo Rodney (Rodney Dangerfield) – and 90 other albums »


Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet 
One hour done passed 
Done watched two episodes of MASH 
And when I'm almost through 
They call my name
and the truth was distorted
My peers on the West won't speak up, so I will
Rodney O & Joe Cooley goin for the kill
The crew of two don't care if we cause
Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records
Well I do, so fuck him and fuck
Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records
Well I do, so f*** him and f***
by a money hungry jerk
Got a letter, answer woman, won't you freak out on my shirt?

Well can you rock it like this?
I can rock it like that
Can you
break it down, they shuttin us down
while we play around, we fallin, stallin
while God's callin, all in to fall in

[Chorus]

[Chorus] - 1/2
stop just because
The people in the crowd are watching us
'cause we don't give a damn what they say
This is the- the remix baby

(Usher)
Come a little
on sumpthin pitifull 
They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgettable 
The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot 
I'm surrounded by nimphos
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington

[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
better read the papers
All my homies goin' crazy baby only God could save us
Got my, min on currency hurry see I ain't worried
It's a gangsta party, so Bad
better read the papers 
All my homies goin' crazy baby only God could save us 
Got my, min on currency hurry see I ain't worried 
It's a gangsta party,
better read the papers 
All my homies goin' crazy baby only God could save us 
Got my, min on currency hurry see I ain't worried 
It's a gangsta party,
of Biggie and Jay
Where niggaz got Will Smith chips, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the city all day
Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch
the language
I know that you barely try 
(I know you barely try) 
I love The Smiths and my cigarettes
Like you in my bed 
But I don't need you to get by
shout out to Will Smith
Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world
Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas
Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers
Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's
Some will overstand but
humans, towns run
By young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
on sumpthin pitifull 
They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgettable 
The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot 
I'm surrounded by nimphos
Digga]
Keep the five for ya, the ruggedest chick
Spread shit like Tom Sawyer, bitch Will Smith
Be I the Fresh Princess, rulin shit run things
Your
to do with it, motherfucker I did it
Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
Cause you don't get sun, you just
block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
Def
as hot as it was so they say we ain't as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
Niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son
Mad
Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
Niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son
Mad
[Intro]
[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good
[Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog?
[Akir:] Before we get