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Keepin' the Faith

De La Soul

De La Soul Is Dead

1991

honey dip, you're banned)
(You're banned)
Yo, you're banned
Ya banned by the preacher man
You played yourself a stew
Now to me you step, never mind

Or would you leave me in the dirt?
Money can't buy love, so shawty
Tell me what I'm worth

Tell me what you want, lil' shawty
I'ma bring it all to ya
Wanna

but you gotta free yourself, you gotta free your own mind
Ya heard me, they could lock you up and box up but guess what
They can't lock your mind up,

I think I'm comin' down
It's W-Y T-E, the party animal
And hanging with molly is where I'll be found

Eat molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram
Eat

Tryna hide that jealously
They sayin that it's love, but its secret animosity
And you say with the gang
well you gotta play you part in this
Niggas tryna

messed up
You can tell me anything, but make sure that your actions match up
I'm big and bad by being myself, no ain't gotta act tuff
Some of you boys just

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

Respect

The Real Roxanne

Rapmasters, Vol. 1: Best of the Jam

1989

Just a little bit		(repeated)

(Tell ya, I kinda like her, you know)

I'm the fox that cold rocks, and I'm comin correct
And what I want is

gotta tell me nothin
Baby let's make up or something
Baby ya it's all or nothin
I miss you so much
I fuckin cold cut
Ya I'm fucked up
But I'm in love 
Ya

The Horny Song

Vanilla Ice

Hard to Swallow

1998

and put a hump in it
Back stroke, and boogie with a bump in it
Tell me how ya do it like that, how ya got stacked
How you scrambled like a quarter back
I

public
So fuck it
I’ll pat myself up on the back
In fact
While I’m drinkin some Daniels
I’ll tell em to hit the road jack
I’m better by myself
Yeah that’s

Girl dominate you so hot did I tell you
Go and have your way right now I won't stop you
Everything I have made better when with you
Girl gotta love
Your

bigger
Ain't running from no nigga I tell em let's get it
Was really in the trenches wit felons and killers
You already know all my niggas riding
Girl ya

ass songs bitch you ain't the coldest of topics
But maybe one day you'll be better
So I had to write this letter just so I could go and tell ya' bitch

day, I been flipping all day
Pushin' weight, you can tell by the mass
Stay low but I'm paid, On my own I'm self made
How you do that? They gon keep

the only thing that's gon' tell on you, bruh, ya' feel me
So - so, just stay out the way
Run that check up
You already know what the fuck goin' on
I'm comin'

It's gotta be in ya not on ya; Real nigga from the fucking start 
He on the lean give me a cup; he on a bean nigga boost me up 
Yo homie down ima liftem

Why be selfish with yo yeah
Why take the stand and
Yeah
Aha
Why take the stand and tell when you can hold down ya mans
Why smoke up the whole bale

My eyes are weary, checking for ya name to pop in
On my phone but I really know that I should stop it

If you love me then I'll tell you I love you
I

I’ll be down til the end of time
Cuz we underground for life like
Six feet deep
And you ain’t even gotta ask
When I’m dead bury me in my mask

a breeze 
Don't let it pass ya by  

Lotta people don't wanna to listen
Lotta people just wanna give in, to society's opinions of where they should fit in

Gotta keep my cool,
You won't find me overzealous
I been bumping all them youngins
And them old heads they get jealous
Lemme tell ya how it is, don't

I can't let you pass me by
I've been calling for you
My heart's torn in two
All the broken hearted
gather round
I gotta story to tell u

I met this

gutter
A hundred percent tougher
And any one these suckas
I tell 'em, "Go fuck ya mother"
I fell in love with the hustle
You fell in love with