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Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get in da Club)

Redman

5 Classic Albums [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

to the new PlayStation 2
I can't help it if the club
Only packin' a G
And the fire marshal want to
Shut it down in 3
And you ballin' as* niggaz
Whose

I could lose it all today
Be back the next day, still up in the same way as I left ya
All in three gestures, down up and aim
I can define death

like the man out on the court
Pull apart the things that we can no longer ignore
You done opened up the door
Now, I'ma work you to the core
Past 3

we are I see one now
And it's snaking through the town, stop the car and set us down 
Hey Hey, it's a long way down the line

We're standing by

of the beast
Digested by the system head on a swivel
My weapons are wit's i'm sending a ripple
Through reflections, so twisted
Too many doors and only one
Will

sittin' on stuck
Drop down to the ground, with them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks
Like that, with a fat bass track

Show Me Luv

Master P

No Limit Records: 5 Classic Albums

2013

representing my home 
I'm asking all the haters to leave me alone 
And uh much love to the calliope 
I'm at the Soul Train awards representing my court 
I

INSTRUMENTAL

III
IN A QUIET RESTAURANT
OVER A CANDLE-LIT MEAL
OLD STORIES WERE TOLD
AND SO LITTLE REVEALED
YOU TOOK ME BY THE HAND
I LOOKED YOU STRAIGHT IN

know you harlequin. Harlequin....harlequin

Three black fluffys on the jacket
Peak down looking, eyes in heaven
My picture is what I believe
Full

I'm in the streets, just growing in power
Work salary, get paid by the hour
We move discreet, strictly for ours
We don't do peace, no love for

playing n64
Police knocking at my door
Police knocking on my door
Empty bottles on the floor
If I can't sell break down doors
I'm a hater to my core
Left

I was born all on my own
Raised in the pouring rain
I never been told where to go
Never been looking to blame
Take my time going down that line
I

And spend the night out on the town
Entre Vous, so I’ll grab the door door
Ladies dancing out on the floor
Let’s tear it up and burn it down
I ain’t gonna lie

Three jabronis bunking along in the game of life
Finding the difference between today and tomorrow
Whenever you're down, whenever you feel like

Peggy Sue is waiting at the fruit bar
Black teardrops on the counter
Undanced petticoat passed by midnight
Coach is gone you know, no man in sight

your dime store troubadour 
well, hes down on his luck 
he's singing songs down by the record store 

Well just hang out for a while 
then burn down

Salsa

311

Grassroots

1994

a beat that's unique and, yes, I like my head zooming
And in my Continental, you know that shit's booming
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors

take you by the hand (uh)
Maybe change the way you think and show you how to plan
Fuck a Chanel bag, I'll put you onto buyin' land
Sit you down, show

Locking the door
Boarding my soul

Give into the delirium

Shout out in vain
Locking the door
Boarding my soul

Give into the delirium


cpparently I've

throw pistols down on they train
That shit like it hot, yo ass just got got (got)
We almost got shot (shot)
But he did not (not)
We follow good directions

know it's true
And I was sitting across from a man on the train
As I listened to a song I felt alone
Someone was singing to me about the futility

nines, I be poppin' ya
Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at your front door, three killas at your back door
These hoes

very surprised
And begin to weep
with your head down
Let's open our door
We need stepping forward
We can get over any trouble
Three o'clock
I see your

they fly like trains go by when I'm on my way home to you
And I think about, if they ran me down, baby, what would you do?

I want to lay on the train