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Rapper's Delight [7" Single Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Rapper's Delight & Other Old School Favorites

1998

to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?

Said-a hip hop, the hippie, to the hippie
The hip hip

see it 
I know that 
I need this
This shit is so deeper 
My granny the reason

My only believer 
I miss you Geneva
My brothers they need me
Forever they

as fuck, smokin' the wood, I'm with KD, we in Phoenix
(Damn, dame, you tweakin' on the beat)
This a push start, don't even need a key
All these bitches

we're coming for heads, and we grew like a tumor (Damn)
Stepped in, then there were fewer
Fuck 12, eleven inch ruler (woah)
These hoes get around like

and take lake shore
Three hoes in a four door
We just left the drug store
I know imma need more
I know imma need more, you know i'm gone need more
I know

fine "uha"
Walking in the rain with the one I love, on my mind

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
Damn, this record takes me way back, to day that
I said the words I love

like that, but you'll kill for me
And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks
You right there when I need you
But I know these ain't

slavery
I can't pretend I didn't do the shit I did it made me
This song was like a journal thanks for listening to the pages

the song
Acting like nothing is wrong
We are puffin on that strong
Dog, you can sing along
If you gotta ease that stress
Go an take another hit
By the end

getting poked as well
So, bun General Asad, we're a bag of rebels
This crow's got a bag of bass
And you're a bag of treble
How can I listen to a man
Who

don't need a bigger plate, just a smaller stomach
You Fed up on the feeling once now you convinced you want it
Well go and get it, be another statistic

shit
Yeah, yeah, shorty wan suck on my dick
Oh, oh, this ain't no jig, is a trick
Shit, shit, by the way I'm slinging this brick
Codeine straight to my

to do no wrong)
Family on the rise, we was hard in the matrix (I'm dyin' for better days)
Praises to my God, this the start of somethin' greater (An

other then me moping about it
I really doubt it
Wow, I really need it; a feeling, a title to salvage
When the world has come and gone we were all just

songs to write since we all leave alone
Been through the dark, I bring the light until we reach the throne

Seen my mom cry, seen time roll by, seen how

What's Clef (Instrumental)

Wyclef Jean

Cheated (To All the Girls)

1998

"The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference

What's Clef

Wyclef Jean

Cheated (To All the Girls)

1998

like 3rd Bass 

L.L. stands for Lickin' Lee, or Lickin' Limey 

Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls 

Under the conference room table

bottles came, poured a swimming pool
Now we 'bout to dive (that's right)
Got one room, got three bitches
Nigga, damn right, the way it's supposed to be

this song on
Its all a tactic
Look
Yall lack tactile position
Yall do too much for recognition
Yall don't think and be forgetting
Yall get stuck like

Man this is crazy
We just won twice and we're right back to where we started
But I guess it's just another night
For our type

The extinct kind

tippy toes
She in Chanel, I put her in the best
She comin' right out of that Kenneth Cole
And I need racks just like Venus
Niggas claim a title

don't mean shit
Damn near pulled your wig off, that's on God, suck on my penis
Every bitch on IG think they lit and get they feet licked
I-I-I got

re-tweet off
Social media this to beat off to
Damn, they think we lost cause when we get
Off a look at themselves saying we awful
Cause it's more than

1: Jackmanraps]
Acid... haha!
Ayo it's Jackmanraps
This the mother fucking EP this that debut shit
Shout out to Marc Dee we rolling
Outta Flint