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1. _ P.S.K. What Does It Mean?
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2. _ B-Boy Rhyme and Riddle
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3. _ Livin' in the Jungle
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4. _ Gucci Time
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5. _ Parkside 5-2
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6. _ Mr. Big D**K
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7. _ Coqui 900
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8. _ Put Your Filas On
Code Money!
I say Code MONEY!
[ DJ Code Money responds with scratching ]
Put your Filas on
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
You wear a lotta gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
My deejay's funky
I said my deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
Code Money!
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
I know you wear a lotta gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
Code Money!
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
I know you're wearin gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
Def and mighty, supernatural rappin
Ace boon coon Ski never back-stabbin
Don't give a fuck about what you heard
First name Schoolly, last name D, word
80 dollar shirt and my 100 dollar sneakers
Gemini mixer and some PB speakers
Turnin out parties everywhere that we go
And peepin all the hoes at the end of the show
I say one thing, he says another
What's that word you be sayin, muthafucka?
I guess it's alright, man, I don't care
But I might scare your mama out her underwear
(Fresh)
100 dollar Filas on, it got to be fresh (fresh)
Jammin to a beat just got to be fresh (fresh)
See a fly young lady, she got to be fresh (fresh)
The things I said to her, you know they had to be fresh (fresh)
I said, "Fly lady, now you got a big butt" (fresh)
Thinkin to myself, 'I need to bust me a nut'
"Let's go some place and you give me some smut"
She looked me up and down, I was out of my luck
Man, what the fuck...
Then a pimp pulled up in a Caddy Seville
Put my hand on my nuts when I started to ill
Nigga saw what I was doin and he started to chill
Didn't want to be pushin daisies off some hill
So all you mothers and you fathers, with due respect
I know you have to worry when I got the kids in check
Because the shit I'm sayin, dudel, you did it too
I pull a microphone, 2-1-2-2
Well, I'ma tell you a story never ever been told
About the 52-Crew, so bright, so bold
Five MC's with mics in their hand
Could you rhyme with a hell of a man?
Deejay Lynn on the mix
Guaranteed to put you all in a blizz
If you're out there dancin on the floor in the fix
I let you all know I'm not talkin shit
Cause I'm always rappin never, never rockin the beat
First name Schoolly, last name is D
Code Money!
Code Money!
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
I know you're wearin gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
Ha
We gon' do somethin for ya
You know
I got my block hair cut
You know
I got my silk shirt and my Filas on
I got my tailor-made jewels
There's somethin I gotta say before I go
And it go like this
1-2-3-4
You know we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
It's that Coqui 900, can I have me a sip
Yeah, I get real high, start talkin some shit
And if the shit ain't hot, you know that it's it
And then I meet a fly lady, you're lookin real slick
And then I take you in the back, I give you a kiss
And then I kiss you in the places that I just won't miss
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
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9. _ Saturday Night
It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty
Went to a bar and caught me a 40
Got kinda a high and a...kinda drunk
So I kicked the ass of this little punk
Forgot my key and had to ring my bell
My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"
Wait momma, wait, it's me ya little son
Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun
"I know who you are, but who the hell is that?"
I turned around man, this bitch was fat
I really don't know, she got into the car
I musta picked her up when I left the bar
Ya know I'm horny homey man I wanted to chill
But you know how mothers are, she wanted to ill
So I said, "Hey baby is you on the pill?
'Cause, tonight I want to be your lover
Just one thing: I forgot to buy a rubber"
Wait a little while then we snuk upstairs
Step by step with a hint of fear
We got into my room, bitch started to scream
Momma busted in with a fucked up scene
Shirt ripped off, drawers down to my knees
Wait momma, wait momma, wait, wait, please!
Put back your gun, put down your brew
My mom fucked up the room
The bitch jumped up with no respect
I had to put the big, big bitch in check
I said, "Ya come a little closer and ya will get shot,
I'm sober anyway, I don't need no cock."
Oh yeah, them wild Saturday Nights
It was Saturday Night and I was feelin kinda funny
Gold around my neck, pockets full of money
Went to the corner, man who did I see?
But the super bad bitch lookin back at me
I said, "Fly lady man, you got a big butt"
Bitch turned around, all she said was, "What?"
I said, "My name is Schoolly baby, I'm down with the Shores"
Before I knew it up came my boys
Noisy as hell and drunk as shit
Sayin, "Yo Schoolly Schooll, what time is it?"
Looked a little closer and I knew it was gag
What I thought was a girl was nothin but a fag
Everybody rappin but they don't know how
Shoulda seen the boy rappin to the cow
He rapped so hard that the nigga saw smoke
He lit up his cheeba and they both took a toke
The cow got high and the boy got by
Just don't come in my face and ask me why
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba makin 'em feel like that
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed
It's the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Smokin a J and scratchin' the itch
Along came a spider and sat down beside her
And said, "Yo, what's up with that, bitch?"
But then down the road came Mary and her lambs
Smokin' a Lacy in each and every hand
The poor little spider, he couldn't score any
They were 2 dollar bitches and he only had a penny
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Let me tell ya a little tale about Peter the Pimp
Sucka MCed, tried to cop a limp
Rode around town in a couple of cars
Got gagged by the man tryin to stick up a bar
The judge said, "Boy, what was on your mind?"
He said, "I had some Cheeba Cheeba, cocaine and some wine."
The judge said, "Boy, relax and have a beer
You won't be doin shit for the next ten years."
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah, it's that Cheeba Cheeba
Cheeba Cheeba
Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed
It's the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
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10. _ Fat Gold Chain
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11. _ Smoke Some Kill
Cheeba, cheeba on my brain
Went downtown jump the trai
Twelve o'clock in New York
No cab I had to walk
Downtown Latin quarters
Got inside drunk some water
Stepped on stage started to talk
Said yo yo what up new york
Danced all around act so silly
Homey in the crowd said must be from Philly!
Code was cuttin' I was grabbin my dick
Thought to my self I'm tired as shit
Jump off stage ran outside
Grab code money jump a ride
Turn left no homey turn right
Straight back to the after midnight
Got into the place people was cheerin'
Girls threw panties that they was wearin'
Fella's in the back they was learin'
My fat gold chain they was starin'
I wasn't carin you faggots
I ain't fearin'
Calm down cool and chill
Crack another forty smoke some kill
Woke up early Sunday morn
Jump out tha bed fila's on
Thought about the hangover
Kiss the dog called my mom rover
Went into the kitchen Captain Crunch
Turn on the tube the Brady Bunch
Instead of a house they lived in a palace
Jan was fuckin' Mike Mike was fuckin Alice
My little eyes opened up wide
The thing in my pants started to rise
Sat down on the couch to cool and chill
Crack me a forty roll some kill
I was smokin' I was tokin'
My mom said boy you must be jokin'
Threw me outside it was rainin' I was soakin'
That weed so damn provokin'
Yeah! So I crack another forty
Smoke some kill thought to my self my mom got I'll
Yeah
Wait to she get my bill
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12. _ Dedication to All B-Boys
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