Search results for 'Geraldo Rivera'

Overripe, fresh-skeezed California females
With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails
Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking
Like a garbage bag full, overflowing now it's leaking
Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair
So I can climb up and get into your underwear
Rat soup eating, test cheating no business punk
You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk
You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head
You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head
You're all mixed up like pasta primavera
Yo why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera, man?
'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor
So get that money out of your ass you whore
I brought her upstairs onto the roof
I dogged your wife and she is a doofus

What goes around comes around
What goes around comes around
What goes around comes around
And what comes around goes around
Chosen bound
Boogie down
Yo homes, your nose is brown

Clean bee, cleaning the G-spot, you know that we've got
The Dolemite house and you have not
Look out my window look over the city
With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty
Why you want to beat that brat with a bat
Why you want to treat your girl like that
Living in the rat race smoking rat weed
You reap what you sow when you plant the seed
Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto
Got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto

What goes around comes around
What goes around comes around
What goes around comes around
And what comes around goes around

What goes around comes around
What goes around comes around
What goes around comes around
What goes around you know it comes around 
What?

Keysha got me percocets I'm chillin'
And it's hella dope
Tell 'em ho, I ain't Tebow
I don't pray for change
All I do is do it, I'm Nike
I'm drinking Gatorade
I got my hoodie so I gotta be a gangster
Why Geraldo Rivera look like a child molester
Heh, we the ill pandemic
Sick boy, nigga, yeah we royalty forever
All my G-O-O-Ns are well-spoken
One white guy, he's a classic token
Asses open, droppin' shit
Flashback, that's a hashtag
Man fuck down like a mersey
Smell these niggas like an armpit
I be in like David on
My avid baby making hit's
They be making white girls like
'Ye did Taylor Swift
Ain't that some shit, really though
Sealy Posturepedic ho
When she in my bed but she
Ain't haven't even seen a video
Now shoot that, who's that?

Broken Down

DJ Quik

The Midnight Life

2014

I don't understand ya'll niggas
And I know ya'll don't understand me
But if I have to clown ya'll niggas
Just to light a little fire
Well I guess that's just what it's gonna have to be
Yah see, I don't comprehend ya'll suckas
Opinionated, you're dumb and OG
You couldn't keep up with the city
So you moved out to the desert
And you want to blame your drama on me
Keep it Broken Down

You niggas buyin' Meth, I'm buyin' cookware
I'm tired of being a muthafuckin' pall-bearer
I think I'd rather be Geraldo Rivera
And tell the people what's really going on with you squares
How could I lose my identity?

I never been the type to
Throw stones in glass houses
I'd rather throw lightning bolts
And terrorize thousands
Make it happen when I lace the captain
Ran up in the Chase Manhattan
You can't see my face, I'm masking
Now taste my ratchet
It's the Cult Leader, the Isa
Mohammed of terror
Every morning wake up and see
God in the mirror the truth-speaker
I'm the universal chronicle bearer
Like Charles Manson being interviewed
By Geraldo Rivera

"The crown is mine the crown is mine
The crown is mine the crown is mine"

This is Heavy Metal Kings, hardbody shit
Sniffing white i'm concerned with dying
Y'all are concerned with living life
I'm in the Church of Anton
While y'all are kissing Christ
You ain't fucking around with Billy
Or with Vincent Price
I have love for distance, I am the resistance
I am godly while y'all are
Just lacking some specifics
I study bullet trajectory
It's my love for physics
Chicken ain't got nothing to do
With my love for biscuit's i am cancerous
Everything that's around me dies
I am scandalous
Everything that comes out me lies
I believe that you got weaponry
But I doubt the size
You won't see me on anything
I'm poking out your eyes
A bunch of John Wayne Gacys, fucking clowns
Any of y'all that don't embrace me
Knuckle down i don't fuck with small pay
At least a couple pounds
I don't need twelve to trash y'all
Give me a couple rounds

Yeah, hahaha braat vinnie Appice!

Huh
Life coaches gamin like hoes do
A poodle ain't a pit cuz its nose blue
Most pits are sweet dogs 
Abused & used 
Like these alphas & betas & haters
In cages confused
Frontin like they paid dues 
I held so many Ls, I got nothin to lose
I love bullies
Come get your last victim 
Cuz I brrrrrr stick em
Ha ha ha stick em

I feel so happy when I smell ya hair
Scarlet Lavey
Curves bustin out the clothes you wear
Scarlet Lavey
Let em talk, it's not a concern
Scarlet Lavey 
Let's get naked while the world burn 
Let it burn 
Naked while the world burn
While the world burn
Naked while the world burn
While the world burn
Naked while the world burn
Fuckin while the world burn

My condolences
Ya side chick like me, it's not a joke 
She on the pill
Still shake it like her water broke
Flooded the club
We gonna need a larger boat 
She treat you 
Like a dealer who ran outta coke
That ain't my fault, Slick, ya wife called 
I'm in a booth alone
I'm like Al Capone
Geraldo Rivera won't find shit in my vault  
Chicken Little wanna make the sky fall
In a pandemic
That petty shit relevant as SkyMall 
When airlines crash & the food lines long 
I'm just tryin to do right 
Often do right wrong
But I do write songs
Til the moonlight gone
Mind over matter
Prime, optimus 
Infinite toplessness, bottomless nautical
Orgy w Godesses
Hang on I gotta piss

I feel so happy when I smell ya hair
Scarlet Lavey
Curves bustin out the clothes you wear
Scarlet Lavey
Let em talk, it's not a concern
Scarlet Lavey 
Let's get naked while the world burn 
Let it burn 
Naked while the world burn
While the world burn
Naked while the world burn
While the world burn
Naked while the world burn
Fuckin while the world burn

Anti fascist, sex magic, orgasmic
All natural demon-killa 
Real motherfucka til I'm buried by God
What

The black Lil' Raskal, with loot like Waldo
I make Oprah rhyme by throwin chairs at Geraldo
Rivera, I joke around like, Hanna Barbera
But mirror mirror, Tame is a terror
My hair got the knots, my name got the props
I'm the coach of a rap note cause I call the shots
Tamedy Tamedy, I'm showin the mad me
Damn style flam and T why?

I get the money, I get the money the money the money, I get the money, Robert Dinero
I get the money, I get the money, I get the money, Robert Dinero
I get the money, I get the money, I get the money
I be like andale, andale, andale, andale, andale, quick when it's coming
Andale, andale, andale, andale, andale, quick when it's coming
I get the money, you see how it's coming, I get the money
Stacking the twenties, the fifties, the hundreds, I get the money
I get the money, you see how it's coming, I get the money

Suck my dick, bitch I'm rich and I'mma flaunt it
If I pull up in it, then I own it
I kill these niggas deader than a weekend at Bernie's
They come with that garbage, Fred Sanford
I got that E-40 yup, nope
Birds comin' faster than a nigga colon narrow in a toilet
I be callin' Remy darling, Wanda Sykes, Raven-Symoné-moné
Big Truck Records is a muthafuckin' one man army, Sylvester Stallone
Bitch I got them knuckles, bitch I got them elbows
Bitch I got them Jonny Bones John-John
You can call me Mystikal and you can call me Michael
Bitch, just don't call me on my phone
I got them cars and them houses, got them Benzino, I got them Larry Holmes-Holmes
I got that rabbit, got that log cabin, bitch I got syrup
I got that lethal, I got that purple, got that Danny Glover, Whoopi Goldberg
No Danny Devito on my Robert Deniro
You gon' fuck around and get the business bitch, Geraldo Rivera, shit

Robert Dinero, I get the money (I get the money)
Robert Dinero, I get the money (I get the money)
Robert Dinero, I get the money (I get the money)
You see how it's coming?

You couldn’t hope to hold in all the fractures
Forget the same page, I’m taking in whole chapters
Whole eras, whole epochs, holocenes and beyond
For eons I’ve been watching the goings-on of you peons
I’m everywhere while everything concurrently happens
I watch min like that doctor from Manhattan
I’m rollin’ in a Model-T to rock it at the Carnegie
I’m at the first cell divide though it’s real hard to see
I’m posing for DaVinci as Vitruvian man
I’m going way too hard at this Vesuvius jam
I’m pulling fish onto land on the shores of Pangea
I’m at the end of existence with no panacea
Like sands through the hourglass, power down the flower patch
Reverse photosynthesis, Prince of Persia power back
So…I…manipulate time every time that I rhyme
I never done a second take ‘cause I just simply rewind
*whirring* I just simply rewind
That’s why I’m fine wine while you whine and die on the vine
The high divine writes lines inside the intertwined
Time is a flat circle…center is mine
Time’s Person of the Year ever since the beginning
And even when there wasn’t an an award, somehow I’d win it
And If God had special plans for me, I wish he woulda told me first
I don’t rap in sixteens, I’ll drop a multiverse
…Served as entertainment in every era
From Alexander the Great to Geraldo Rivera
And if time is a construct…then I construct time
And the skills come easy with a name like mine

You couldn’t hope to hold in all the fractures
Forget the same page, I’m taking in whole chapters
Whole eras, whole epochs, holocenes and beyond
For eons I’ve been watching the goings-on of you peons
I’m everywhere while everything concurrently happens
I watch min like that doctor from Manhattan
I’m rollin’ in a Model-T to rock it at the Carnegie
I’m at the first cell divide though it’s real hard to see
I’m posing for DaVinci as Vitruvian man
I’m going way too hard at this Vesuvius jam
I’m pulling fish onto land on the shores of Pangea
I’m at the end of existence with no panacea

Like sands through the hourglass, power down the flower patch
Reverse photosynthesis, Prince of Persia power back
So…I…manipulate time every time that I rhyme
I never done a second take ‘cause I just simply rewind
*whirring* I just simply rewind

That’s why I’m fine wine while you whine and die on the vine
The high divine writes lines inside the intertwined
Time is a flat circle…center is mine

Time’s Person of the Year ever since the beginning
And even when there wasn’t an an award, somehow I’d win it
And If God had special plans for me, I wish he woulda told me first

I don’t rap in sixteens, I’ll drop a multiverse

…Served as entertainment in every era
From Alexander the Great to Geraldo Rivera
And if time is a construct…then I construct time

And the skills come easy with a name like mine

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway

I gotta quit drinking, what was I thinking
Woke up with a girl look like Abraham Lincoln
Drop out a house, more like a jail
Don't wanna see you again cause
Your legs are too pale
I roam the streets holding my meat
Bitch want top, you get slapped in the teeth
Sweep the knees, Karate Kid 3
Starring me, director Spike Lee
I do the right thing, fuck you on the sink
Then choke your tit's with
Your grandma's mink
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway

Step on the scene like
Peter Vincent for instance
I ball in an instant
Rap game Dan Majerle I shoot
Shots from a distance this ain't practice
Hit the trench coat in the hedges
45 in the blender with the
Matching bald eagle feather
OshKosh B'gosh suspenders
Over the 1989 Geraldo Rivera sweater
Oh you want bitches, peep the driveway
Looks like a Saint Patrick's Day parade

I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway

Got bitches in the driveway of my home
Looking like big titty garden gnomes
I hope they never leave til I say so
Feed 'em yayo if they water my tomatoes
Give 'em halos if they fuck with my pesos
Before you get merked ho, da me beso
Hear chickey chicken, gobble this nut
I'll stick Puerto Rican dick up your butt
Don't worry cause the sprinkler
Is filled with lube
Bitch how you got no neck and one boob
Clip your clit off like Kid Icarus wings
Your pussy's so broken when you piss
It stings

I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway

Ass cheeks on my brake lights
First world problems left handed
And I face right
She could robbing niggas blind
Cause her snatch tight
She Was 17 in the club foolin' mad guys
Now she in my driveway looking like a ballet
Got her friends with her on their
Twitter and they roll J's and they go gay
Got her actress friends and them
Chickens like to role play
So fry 'em up and dick 'em up
Like it extra crispy, 960 bitch I eat it up
Bitches in my driveway
I just turn the speakers up
Riding when I'm ready
Real niggas yell "giddy up"
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway
I got bitches in my driveway
So many bitches in my driveway

Come on boys and girls 
Play the telephone game
Whisper to one person
It's hella gon change
They whisper to someone else and tell the wrong thang
When they whisper to someone else they'll tell the wrong name
When it comes back around who the hell they gon' blame
When Van Helsing ride up tryna impale their whole gang
You drew first blood cuz u got some long fangs
Hatin just becuz u hoes want fame/

Ok
What's his background 
Did you check the source
Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source
Let a stranger whisper in your ear
Posted and repeated it
If you knew the source you pro'ly woulda deleted it
Yeah
You played the telephone game
Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat 
Played the telephone game Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat

Stupid bitch
Tried help a rat 50 Cent me
Yeah
You fell for it 
You already resent me
Yeah
Only a select few willin' to represent me
Yeah
I went thru hell and this the gift the devil sent me
Terry Gonzales was a stranger from Modosto
Oh
He killed a kid 
He was tryna make his rep grow
Whoa
He went to Tracy, sent the sarge a lil note
Said he had some information 'bout a murder he could quote
Okay
They came to see em and he asked em for immunity
Naw
District attorney rejected him with impunity
Awww
He made the choice to roll over on his homies
No
Like fuck y'all I'm goin home as a parolee
Gave the cops an interview like Geraldo Rivera
Tellin everything he knew about Gerardo Herrera 
And Victor Barragan
And Luis Dominguez
Got Life without parole and he was still pointin fingaz

What's his background 
Did you check the source
Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source
Let a stranger whisper in your ear
Posted and repeated it
If you knew the source you pro'ly woulda deleted it
Yeah
You played the telephone game
Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat 
Played the telephone game Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat

Stupid bitch
Come on Terry tell the truth bro
You went to prison for killin the son of Kerry Macdougall
A 14 year old boy 
November in '02
Wrote the cops and snitched as soon as you got to Tracy fool
You dropped out the Norte and went SNY
Only to join another gang when you hit the other side
Yeah
I was there, mindin my business makin' music
Yeah
He slithered up on me, asking me how to do shit
Naw
I played stupid, I wouldn't give him the plug
Went and googled his name and BANG, there it was
DANG 
He started complaining, I wouldn't give him love
I ain't feel a lick of fear, nigga  this is what I does
Went and gave em the paperwork, told em to look it up
Turns out they were aware, and none of em gave a fuck
Ok 
They congregated and choose their next move
Demanded two gees from me and I laughed like wooo   

What's his background 
Did you check the source
Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source
Let a stranger whisper in your ear
Posted and repeated it
If you knew the source you pro'ly woulda deleted it
Yeah
You played the telephone game
Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat 
Played the telephone game Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat

Bitch I'll leave on a stretcher 'fore I give your ass a soup
Other than that handle your business, do what you gotta do
I ain't hidin from you hoes, I survived worse than YOU
Salinas Valley '99, Dirty Weather tellin the TRUTH
Ok
He pulled a knife on me and I hit him in the chin
His knees wobbled, he stabbed me and I hit his ass again
His homies tried to help him, fuck it I'll slang with all y'all
On my feet the whole time bitch I never took a fall
The lil homie from Cedar Block ran over to help 
Muthafuckas started jumpin on him, he was by himself
Ain't a cop bust a shot, with the block gun or the mini
Signs say no warning shots but they never fired any
Ok
It's gettin clear now, they workin with the cops
Yeah
I ain't surprised, I always seen em as the opps
Naw
No charges, no court, I never said a thang
Then they hopped on the Internet smuttin up my name

Come on boys and girls 
Play the telephone game
Whisper to one person
It's hella gon change
They whisper to someone else and tell the wrong thang
When they whisper to someone else they'll tell the wrong name
When it comes back around who the hell they gon' blame
When Van Helsing ride up tryna impale their whole gang
You drew first blood cuz u got some long fangs
Hatin just becuz u hoes want fame/

Ok
What's his background 
Did you check the source
Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source
Let a stranger whisper in your ear
Posted and repeated it
If you knew the source you pro'ly woulda deleted it
Yeah
You played the telephone game
Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat 
Played the telephone game Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat