Dating with no dough lyrics

Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill 3 quarts of my blood into the street Let alone the heat Fuck em, they hate a nigga loving this life In all possible ways, just know the Feds is buggin my life Hospital dazed, reflecting when my man laid up On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slipping, this is a minor setback Yo, still in all we living, just dream about the get-back That made him smile, though his eyes said "pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process And I ain't got nothing but time I had near brushes, not to mention Three shots close range, never touched me: divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight Without rap, I was crazy straight Partner, I'm still spending money from '88"Album: Reasonable Doubt Song: Dead Presidents II Verse: #1 Verse Artist: Jay-Z "Who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce Stack cheddars forever Live treacherous, all the et ceteras To the death of us: me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill 3 quarts of my blood into the street Let alone the heat Fuck em, they hate a nigga loving this life In all possible ways, just know the Feds is buggin my life Hospital dazed, reflecting when my man laid up On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slipping, this is a minor setback Yo, still in all we living, just dream about the get-back That made him smile, though his eyes said "pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process And I ain't got nothing but time I had near brushes, not to mention Three shots close range, never touched me: divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight Without rap, I was crazy straight Partner, I'm still spending money from '88"Album: 3Rd Eye Vision Song: At the Helm Verse: #1 Verse Artist: Del the Funky Homosapien "My rhymes is like droppin your head on cement Crackin' it open hopin to make a dent; I'm hell-bent on Resurrection, per-fection Lesson #1: rekindle the essence Rap ain't about bustin caps and fuckin bitches It's about fluency with rhymin ingenuity All of this is new to me, see I peep rhymes With scrutiny, under a microscope I walk a tightrope A thin line between insanity and sanity Mixed with a little vanity, boostin the morality With Hiero hospitality, soon to strike it rich Like calories, salaries, ahh sounds like a plan And, I will expand hip-hop as well Might even kick a little impromptu, to stomp you Weaklings, speaking things foreign to the human ear That, you will fear now, whether you like it or not Blood clots on your little life on the situation And on the stipulations...

I do plan on making another list that includes more impactful and powerful verses and doesn't focus so much on the rap ability, but rather the artistic touch of a rapper and the pure message.(Listen to the full playlist on You Tube here.) Cobain bios overflow with stories of how much Kurt idolized the Melvins, and few songs telegraph that love more than the punishing, titanic “Paper Cuts.” Nirvana drafted then-and-current Melvins drummer Dale Crover to fill in on a 10-song demo while both bands recovered from lineup implosions; three songs from that demo ultimately ended up on Bleach after failed attempts to rerecord them with Chad Channing.“Paper Cuts” bears Crover’s influence the most, infused with his trademark, stop-start concrete thud.Song: A Penny For My Thoughts Verse: #1 Verse Artist: Common "This the start of somethin big Methink I knows ya gonna dig it It's time to plant the seed Hip-Hop's the tree and I'mma fig it Figure it out, the mic, I'm rippin it like a ligament Gimme a light a Bud Light, and shit'll get lit just like a cigarette I'm a b-boy so don't test me, many rappers don't impress me You try steppin into my city I'll, Snipe em like Wesley So you best be on your way, I'm doper than Marion Berry, hey Wake up everyday and make-up rhymes but I'm not Mary Kay Some say I'm dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest My flex is kinda Mean Joe, so hey kid, catch These nuggets, these nuggets, these nugget ugget uggets With some peas and a hole in the bucket (cool, cool) Dear Liza, Minelli, I jam like jelly and I got Helly what, helly what, helly rhymes I can remember times when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks Nobody really gave a, so I had to beg for fucks Now what do niggas do when they got not food Skibbidy skap and busta bust a rap So I pick up the pen and then begin the thoughts to get to pumpin Hopin like all the people let me talk, let me say somethin Cause nothin for nothin leaves nothin, I got nuthin to lose I put, nuttin in my notes, I'm not your host when I got nuttin to use Dues gettin credited, now I debit my bank account Not on a blind date, could I see me taken out By some glutteus, glutteus, maximus, maximus I'm spas-ta-gis-a-mister-gis a mister-gis-ta-spas-ta-gis Spectacular, the papes I Count like Dracula You can't cut the rug, because you suck, MC Vacumn Up Rappers I stiff arm like Walter Payton Their ain't no way or half-step, and flex a rhyme like a bicep Some steps with concepts, but umm, WHO cares Not even the damn People Under the Stairs"Album: Can I Borrow A Dollar? Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin' in-to my library Oh-my-gosh! Don't you know you be funky, while You're smilin backstage doin' your mother, ugh, doggystyle Hot, wild, raw, whore's still suave *laughter* Check out this style that I've Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky Semi-social, never seem sloppy See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy We see so-so-songs and some shots, so Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin' Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system Smoke the joker, three times over And owe her, go with the flow Or I'm about to yoke a joker"Album: Naughty By Nature Song: Yoke The Joker Verse: #1 Verse Artist: Treach "I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one If I was born in Chun-Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk And all that shit I hear about me losin' is small talk I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore I don't scare chief The reason I called you pussy cause you are what you eat, each Lick it a little closer to the center of a Blow Pop Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op How dare you even try me?Song: A Penny For My Thoughts Verse: #1 Verse Artist: Common "This the start of somethin big Methink I knows ya gonna dig it It's time to plant the seed Hip-Hop's the tree and I'mma fig it Figure it out, the mic, I'm rippin it like a ligament Gimme a light a Bud Light, and shit'll get lit just like a cigarette I'm a b-boy so don't test me, many rappers don't impress me You try steppin into my city I'll, Snipe em like Wesley So you best be on your way, I'm doper than Marion Berry, hey Wake up everyday and make-up rhymes but I'm not Mary Kay Some say I'm dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest My flex is kinda Mean Joe, so hey kid, catch These nuggets, these nuggets, these nugget ugget uggets With some peas and a hole in the bucket (cool, cool) Dear Liza, Minelli, I jam like jelly and I got Helly what, helly what, helly rhymes I can remember times when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks Nobody really gave a, so I had to beg for fucks Now what do niggas do when they got not food Skibbidy skap and busta bust a rap So I pick up the pen and then begin the thoughts to get to pumpin Hopin like all the people let me talk, let me say somethin Cause nothin for nothin leaves nothin, I got nuthin to lose I put, nuttin in my notes, I'm not your host when I got nuttin to use Dues gettin credited, now I debit my bank account Not on a blind date, could I see me taken out By some glutteus, glutteus, maximus, maximus I'm spas-ta-gis-a-mister-gis a mister-gis-ta-spas-ta-gis Spectacular, the papes I Count like Dracula You can't cut the rug, because you suck, MC Vacumn Up Rappers I stiff arm like Walter Payton Their ain't no way or half-step, and flex a rhyme like a bicep Some steps with concepts, but umm, WHO cares Not even the damn People Under the Stairs"Album: Aquemini Song: Aquemini Verse: #4 Verse Artist: Andre 3000 "My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten Meet the twin Andre Ben, welcome to the lion's den Original skin many men comprehend I extend myself so you go out and tell a friend Sin all depends on what you believing in Faith is what you make it, that's the hardest shit since MC Ren Alien can blend right on in with your kin Look again, cause I swear I spot one every now and then It's happening again, wish I could tell you when Andre, this is Andre, y'all are just gon' have to make amends"Album: Aquemini Song: Aquemini Verse: #4 Verse Artist: Andre 3000 "My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten Meet the twin Andre Ben, welcome to the lion's den Original skin many men comprehend I extend myself so you go out and tell a friend Sin all depends on what you believing in Faith is what you make it, that's the hardest shit since MC Ren Alien can blend right on in with your kin Look again, cause I swear I spot one every now and then It's happening again, wish I could tell you when Andre, this is Andre, y'all are just gon' have to make amends"Album: The Low End Theory Song: Scenario Verse: #5 Verse Artist: Busta Rhymes "Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind Powerful impact (Boom! Not braggin', try to read my mind, just imagine! Don't you know you be funky, while You're smilin backstage doin' your mother, ugh, doggystyle Hot, wild, raw, whore's still suave *laughter* Check out this style that I've Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky Semi-social, never seem sloppy See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy We see so-so-songs and some shots, so Snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin' Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system Smoke the joker, three times over And owe her, go with the flow Or I'm about to yoke a joker"Album: Capital Punishment Song: Super Lyrical Verse: #2 Verse Artist: Black Thought "Black Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice Stressing to emcees how they don't really want this Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit These cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch Dancing double dutch and all saying nothing much My sound wave lifting your chin up like uppercuts New found ways of ripping shit up, I de-ve-lop Your squad chest swell up, still you're mini-ay-ture to me Nature-ally I bring the extremity Musically intense with the globe in suspense Contemplating where the world traveler been since The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic Immerse you in some 'ol next shit, ill poetic Thought from Illadelph Somethin' like nothing else My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, cause what"Album: Capital Punishment Song: Super Lyrical Verse: #2 Verse Artist: Black Thought "Black Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice Stressing to emcees how they don't really want this Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit These cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch Dancing double dutch and all saying nothing much My sound wave lifting your chin up like uppercuts New found ways of ripping shit up, I de-ve-lop Your squad chest swell up, still you're mini-ay-ture to me Nature-ally I bring the extremity Musically intense with the globe in suspense Contemplating where the world traveler been since The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic Immerse you in some 'ol next shit, ill poetic Thought from Illadelph Somethin' like nothing else My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, cause what"Album: Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous Song: Danger Zone Verse: #2 Verse Artist: Big L "I got styles you can't copy bitch, it's the triple six In the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey sticks Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray Fuck Carlito, we doin' shit the Devil Son's way Every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man Won't hit a girl well I ain't real cause I beat bitches up I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill I'm takin lives for a great price, I'm the type To snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ And I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest The Big L's mad stressed, cause hell is my address I'm on some satanic shit, strictly, little kids Be wakin up cryin, yellin, "Mommy Big L is comin to get me!

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