G. Dep Lyrics
G. Dep Lyrics
"Special Delivery (Remix) Lyrics"
Mother's Pride Lyrics
Oh she knows She takes his hand And prays the child will understand At the door they watch the men go by In the clothes that daddy wore Mother's pride Baby Boy His father's eyes He's a soldier waiting for war Time will come He'll hold a gun His father's son And as he grows He hears the band Takes the step from boy to man And at the shore she waves her son goodbye Like the man she did before Mother's pride Just a boy His country's eyes He's a soldier waving at the shore And in her heart the time has com
Oh she knows She takes his hand And prays the child will understand At the door they watch the men go by In the clothes that daddy wore Mother's pride Baby Boy His father's eyes He's a soldier waiting for war Time will come He'll hold a gun His father's son And as he grows He hears the band Takes the step from boy to man And at the shore she waves her son goodbye Like the man she did before Mother's pride Just a boy His country's eyes He's a soldier waving at the shore And in her heart the time has com
(feat. Craig Mack, Ghostface, Keith Murray)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Fuck the whole industry!!!!
You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!
Y'all must be kiddin me!!! ay yo fuck the whole industry!!!
Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me now!!!
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne is spillin while we hittin every club that my Denali hit
Outfit is four thousand and better
The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater
Pa it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O.
Fuck bitches on the reg with no problemo
Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more
Where I coped two more, bought four for Rza
BadBoy thank you for this special deliver
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent
May 30 over dust dime I was killin 'em
Did cash on one sixteen I was feelin 'em
Them days kept the crisp cold dollar bill on 'em
I lived it out -- special delivery
I spit it out -- special delivery
I sniffed it out -- special delivery
[Chorus: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special Delivery!!!
This is the remix,
Things (featuring Dean Martin) Lyrics
Every night I sit here by my window (window) Staring at the lonely avenue (avenue) Watching lovers holdin' hands And laughin' (ha ha ha) Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do (Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the park (things) Like a kiss in the dark (things) Like a sailboat ride (ya ya) What about the night we cried Things like a lover's vow Things that we don't do now Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do Memories are all I have to cling to (cling to) And heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to (but you got me now)special delivery!!!
Come on, special delivery!!!
Badboy baby!!, special delivery!!!
We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!!
Yeah! G Dep! child of the ghetto! As we proceed!!!
[Verse 2: G. Dep]
Aiyyo! Aiyyo!
Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time
Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form
Show power the child of the ghetto is born
Uh, feet first, preach to the speech I kick ya each verse
Groove let the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exaulted
At your door with a portrait of the raw shit
Picture that while I spit anthrax
On your cd, tape, and wax so stand back
You don't really wanna jump the gun
In the airless flow with disfunctioned lungs
Go 'head and stand there and bump the gum
If ya wan't the problems we can hurry up and come bury ya
I'ma play the courier
[Chorus: P. Diddy]
Special delivery!!! Yeah come on, Special delivery!!!
This the remix!!! Special delivery!!!
Ha ha ha ha!!! Special delivery!!!
Come on come on!!! Special delivery!!!!
Yeah yeah!!! Special
What what!!! Special delivery!!!
Ladies and gentleman, Keith Murray aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
[Verse 3: Keith Murray]
Yo! This for my niggas dem special delivery
Bang ya head off to this fuckin up your memory
I'll shake your cradle and rock your boat
Buck 50 your face then butter your throat
It don't matter where you been or where you at
I'm here now and I'm bangin, kid you softer than the Queen of England
Phraseologist natural philosopher wordsmith
Authentical metaphorical lyricist
Sharp descriptive writer kill a biter
Panty raider, party exciter
Yo Murray what the deal how ya feel?
Yeah I'm gutter what I utter got you timid hesitatin like I stutter
Oxy moron don't be dumb
I school niggas like the united negro college fund
I see you plottin schemin tryin to snake
And when you do I'm a give it to you special delivery
[Chorus: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special delivery!!!
This is the remix!!! Special delivery!!!
Get wit me now come on special delivery!!!!
BadBoy baby!!! Special delivery!!!
Ay yo hold up a second......this is the remix
so let's bring back my
[Verse 4: Craig Mack]
Aiyyo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records
as the dumbest motherfucker alive
Figurin' you 'gone survive
You couldn't move to my terrain, even in a 4 wheel drive
And I'm your highness, finest
You hungry try this, buy this livest
Uh huh, I take my rap style real serious
What you think it ain't...that serious?
I bang clubs and streets it's gettin hot
See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top
Young black america my CD drop
In two thousand and two to change hip hop
Grown folks shake your bones
In talkin cyclones and terrordomes like Mel Gibson's
My heat will cook you bweeeyyyyy!!! hook you bweeeyyyyy!!!
Mack came to shook you bweeeyyyyy!!!! Sons of bitches
[P. Diddy]
Sons of bitches!!!
[Chorus & Outro: P. Diddy]
Take that!!! come on!!! special delivery!!!
(I need that) Special delivery!!!
This is the remix!!!! Special delivery!!!
G. Dep!!!! Special delivery!!!
Come on now!!! Special delivery!!!
Child of the ghetto!!! Special delivery!!!
1-1-5. Harlem's finest!!! Yeah!!!!
Alumni baby!!!! Special Delivery
Every night I sit here by my window (window) Staring at the lonely avenue (avenue) Watching lovers holdin' hands And laughin' (ha ha ha) Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do (Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the park (things) Like a kiss in the dark (things) Like a sailboat ride (ya ya) What about the night we cried Things like a lover's vow Things that we don't do now Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do Memories are all I have to cling to (cling to) And heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to (but you got me now)
Come on, special delivery!!!
Badboy baby!!, special delivery!!!
We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!!
Yeah! G Dep! child of the ghetto! As we proceed!!!
[Verse 2: G. Dep]
Aiyyo! Aiyyo!
Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time
Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form
Show power the child of the ghetto is born
Uh, feet first, preach to the speech I kick ya each verse
Groove let the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exaulted
At your door with a portrait of the raw shit
Picture that while I spit anthrax
On your cd, tape, and wax so stand back
You don't really wanna jump the gun
In the airless flow with disfunctioned lungs
Go 'head and stand there and bump the gum
If ya wan't the problems we can hurry up and come bury ya
I'ma play the courier
[Chorus: P. Diddy]
Special delivery!!! Yeah come on, Special delivery!!!
This the remix!!! Special delivery!!!
Ha ha ha ha!!! Special delivery!!!
Come on come on!!! Special delivery!!!!
Yeah yeah!!! Special
Neighbahood Sickness Lyrics
[Party Arty] Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see [A.G.] The neighbahood sickness (You know my shit is hot) So bear witness (Repeat 2x) [Party Arty] Yo! You step to me with a style that's good, miss Battle me around, bitches when I'm finished they say "Oh my goodness!" I grab the jack and shank the nigga with a knife The last nigga that fought me ended up fighting for his life WHAT? I'm quick to leave a nigga comatose I'm putting niggas to rest from the East or the West Coast A crazy motherfucker if you've
delivery!!![Party Arty] Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see [A.G.] The neighbahood sickness (You know my shit is hot) So bear witness (Repeat 2x) [Party Arty] Yo! You step to me with a style that's good, miss Battle me around, bitches when I'm finished they say "Oh my goodness!" I grab the jack and shank the nigga with a knife The last nigga that fought me ended up fighting for his life WHAT? I'm quick to leave a nigga comatose I'm putting niggas to rest from the East or the West Coast A crazy motherfucker if you've
What what!!! Special delivery!!!
Ladies and gentleman, Keith Murray aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
[Verse 3: Keith Murray]
Yo! This for my niggas dem special delivery
Bang ya head off to this fuckin up your memory
I'll shake your cradle and rock your boat
Buck 50 your face then butter your throat
It don't matter where you been or where you at
I'm here now and I'm bangin, kid you softer than the Queen of England
Phraseologist natural philosopher wordsmith
Authentical metaphorical lyricist
Sharp descriptive writer kill a biter
Panty raider, party exciter
Yo Murray what the deal how ya feel?
Yeah I'm gutter what I utter got you timid hesitatin like I stutter
Oxy moron don't be dumb
I school niggas like the united negro college fund
I see you plottin schemin tryin to snake
And when you do I'm a give it to you special delivery
[Chorus: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special delivery!!!
This is the remix!!! Special delivery!!!
Get wit me now come on special delivery!!!!
BadBoy baby!!! Special delivery!!!
Ay yo hold up a second......this is the remix
so let's bring back my
Here We Go Again Lyrics
Here we go again she's back in town again I'll take her back again one more time Here we go again the phone will ring again I'll be her fool again one more time I've been there before and I'll try it again But any fool knows that there's no way to win Here we go again she'll break my heart again I'll play the part again one more time I've been there before... I'll take her back again one more time
man, Craig MackHere we go again she's back in town again I'll take her back again one more time Here we go again the phone will ring again I'll be her fool again one more time I've been there before and I'll try it again But any fool knows that there's no way to win Here we go again she'll break my heart again I'll play the part again one more time I've been there before... I'll take her back again one more time
[Verse 4: Craig Mack]
Aiyyo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records
as the dumbest motherfucker alive
Figurin' you 'gone survive
You couldn't move to my terrain, even in a 4 wheel drive
And I'm your highness, finest
You hungry try this, buy this livest
Uh huh, I take my rap style real serious
What you think it ain't...that serious?
I bang clubs and streets it's gettin hot
See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top
Young black america my CD drop
In two thousand and two to change hip hop
Grown folks shake your bones
In talkin cyclones and terrordomes like Mel Gibson's
My heat will cook you bweeeyyyyy!!! hook you bweeeyyyyy!!!
Mack came to shook you bweeeyyyyy!!!! Sons of bitches
[P. Diddy]
Sons of bitches!!!
[Chorus & Outro: P. Diddy]
Take that!!! come on!!! special delivery!!!
(I need that) Special delivery!!!
This is the remix!!!! Special delivery!!!
G. Dep!!!! Special delivery!!!
Come on now!!! Special delivery!!!
Child of the ghetto!!! Special delivery!!!
1-1-5. Harlem's finest!!! Yeah!!!!
Alumni baby!!!! Special Delivery