Rolling 2006 Hip Hop Thread

YOUNG MONEY CASH MONEY BITCH
I'm loaded out my motherfuckin mind, ha
shhhhh
that kush
bitch, i'm
MACK MAAAAAINE
unh
Mack Maine AK real nigga(s(h))
real wit the green, no pills, nigga
i bust a nigga tryna sell me some reggie
that's phonier than a fake grill, nigga
chill, nigga

roll that weed
let that burn
s that fire
wait cho turn

babygirl, let's get this shit straight,
jis like yo per(n)m

see, when we sexin like a man
i be
happy you came (u-ha)
but when we sexin like a man
i'm focused on mary jane

your man husslin
but i could tell
he just th(sta)ough(r)ted sellin
but i'm a vet-er-on
with this shit i'm in hellen
(yeah)

now come own, hellen
look, how you gon feed jo daughter, hellen?
when you know your man out (c)here with mo
seeds in his weed than they got in watermellon

but fuck all that
i'm in the coup, baby
with windows tinted
it's indo scented
when people pass by
they be like,
damn,
snoop dog in it?

and when i'm blowin i probly got izzle and tanna wit meh
i chief so much they thought i was from kansas city

i get a quarter pound
betchu i'm'a stash uh O
bitches, be like
boy u selfish
i be, li(ke/ght),
yeah, i no
jeuh

put that work on the table after it's baked up
let me get a razor blade, i give that heart a shape up

An apt deconstruction of the rampant sexual pathos of post 2pac hip-hop.

JULY

Yeah

In 1970 sumpn
my mah'ms and my pops met
shit was difffrint & i ain't even drop yet
years passed with the birth of a little starr
a product of the weed and the barr

predicted a bad seed by farr
now the kids run up
to see my carr

i could probly make it fly if i tried
blowin the la
o(n) the sky (t)'hem hives
an 'f die from the ride wit the nine on my side
let my tombstone read "i tried fulla pride"

i got a whole lotta dough d'get
i am a rolla (shit/chick)
cat(t/k)in, i control (t)he shi(p/ck)
a nigga flow light mind
udda stol the shit
(n) sold a few records before he noticedit
ma i can do this in my sleep
i skip through the beat
hand gripped on the heat

LISTEN

live f'da niggaz that pass
ball out
treat erryday like y'last

cuz bullets ain't got no names
just tarrgets
n leave brains
and stains on carrpets (ew)
the drama gon go down, regardless
these niggas ready f'da showdown, n harrtless

i murrda niggaz from na entro
switch, make the 6-fo ndough
now it's 2 thousand and 6
an i got a bran new house on the cliffs
that's why i walk around in my slips
with a bitch i only keep around f'hrr lips

"They criticized Too $hort cuz he rapped slow
Me for sellin blow and eazy e for bein hardcore,
Besides, critics didn't live it, they clueless
They followin yo lead when they bumpin your music."

xpost yeah that remix is sick

but one thing i like about king is that i've gone back after the initial listen-throughs (when all the obvious classics jumped out and kind of made it hard to appreciate the lesser pleasures) and found the album cuts. this is facilitated by ipod shuffle listening. so my repeat plays have shifted from "what you know" and "king back" and "get it" to "stand up guy" and "told you so" and "you know who." king is kind of an exception and in general i'm all for concision, but if you can make a solid 80-minute album, it's ok by me.

"Stand Up Guy" and "You Know Who" are definitely my favorites right now.

i just kinda slept on the back end of the album the first few times through. which is a danger of long discs, but remediable with a little shuffling.

i say i'm ridin in them big black denalis with big black rims
black polo thermals that cover my black limbs
stonewashed denim with the mismatch brim
two carrots each ear
and a wristmatch them
see chicks introduce me as they rich black friend
but ahon't breakem off
cuz i ain't they kitkat friend
see old folks ask me
how you get that benz?
uncle sam askin maine,
how you get those ends?
the irs hate it
bitches seem to love it
ain't no discussin it
i get this from husslin
casper wit the pen
see the young nigga ghost write
pop tart chr frame when i hit you with the toast right
i went from writing rhymes under dim porch lights
to blindin all color traffic with the bright porsche lights
but see i used to mess with crack addicts
wit the crack habits
now i'm in a whole nudda tax bracket
black bastards
you wouldn't understand how i got the track masters.
see me,
i'm a beast
i represent new orleans
from my town to the east
remember back in the day when we used to fuck that hoeatrice?
but now it's all good
i got bitches ova in Greece
who know how to cook without the grease
let's get it started
mac bitch you know i flow retarded.
it's like i spit sharp my tongue a razor blade
i got hoes competin for me like i'm flava flav
ya'll niggas wouldn't understand
tell yr peeps they undermanned

leave a nigga under sand
fuck it

ya'll niggas pitchin at me underhand.
i hit it so hard, jall niggas giddy/get it
see, i'm on varsity, yall niggas on bidded? what
let's get this shit straight, shit
me, i'm a beast.
i beast the mixtape.
and right now they sayin i'm good,
i'ma get great

i'm standin here with the red monkeys fallin off my ass
shit, alotta money been made/maimed/maine, no fallen/foreign cash
that's how it goin
i'll let it rain in the strip club
and then i leave out the strip club with the tip cup
i skeet in your girl mouth she catch the hiccups.
if you feel played, nigga, ax f'me
shit, nigga, don't say my name nigga that's blaspheme
i got niggas on hollygrove that'll blast f'me
i'm in a coup
y'bitch pumpin gas f'me
shit, that's how it is, i'm a pimp with a gangsta limp.
and it don't take a pimp t'orda sum steak and shrimp
i hp the room service

i'm in the foe seasons
that's um
summer spring winter fall
y'all niggaz gotta understand, i'm a dog
i'm not a german sheperd nigga
i'm a blue pit.
so understand, fuck the ol'
this the new shit
i'm ridn roun wit spitta up in that 6 4
i got a tall bitch she lookin like she 6 4
when she swing atchu like a man you better get lo
if you got 1 bitch i'm tellin you to get mo
cuz thein't no go
an yall niggaz need sum no doze
tryna stay up
so what the fuck is poppin? niggas know ya betta pay up
and right now i'm in the boot i'm feelin like tupac
runnin f'like 2 blocks
from bout two cops
what i got?
2 rocks
shit, all i really need is like 2 shots
i'll hitem in the head, now that's two cops dead
i was seen/over seas across the state lines, that's where a nigga fled
now i'm in hawaii uh maui an i'm chillin
or i might be in bolivia with a bitch named olivia
hopin she ain't got chlamydia
if she do, then like a man, olivia i'm gettin rid uh ya
bitch, i' m a beast,
i'm talkin straight off my heart
i'm talkin straight out my mind
y'fuckin around they tryna take slugs up out y'spine.
and me myself as far as money i'm doin fine.
young money, bitch, we fine,
get it white/right don't get it twisted
shit, uh, i could flow the whole beat if i wanted to

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trina couldn't take me out of my home!

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"my girl got a girlfriend"

*The Very Best of DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince* (Jive/Legacy) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lupe Fiasco *Touch the Sky Hosted By DJ E Nyce* (Mixunit.com)

(I just verified this. It's true.)

Also, ILM should be prepared for the fact that one song samples the NEW RADICALS. I am not even joking.

It's not Street Gospel but I think it's almost as good as New Testament.

The sample on the Nas song sounds waaaay familiar, but I can't place it. I'm not even sure whether I know it from the original or another rap song (I'm thinking the latter). Both of these are pretty hot.