Gangsta's Paradise .......... Coolio

Curiosity .......... Aaron Hall

Havin Thangs .......... Big Mike

Problems .......... Rappin 4-Tay

True O.G. .......... Mr. Dalvin

Put Ya Back Into It .......... Tre Black

Don't Go There .......... 24-K

Feel The Funk .......... Immature

It's Alright .......... Sista

A Message For Your Mind .......... Rappin 4-Tay

Gin & Juice .......... Devante

This Is The Life .......... Wendy And Lisa

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
coz I've been blastin and laughin so long, that
even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
but I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of
you better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking
or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but i gotta, loc
As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight

been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise

They got the situation, they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
so I gotta be down with the hood team
too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
got my 10 in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta set trippin' banger
and my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool
death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away,
I'm living life, do or die, what can I say
I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24
the way things are going I don't know

[Chorus:]

Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise

Power and the money, money and the power
minute after minute, hour after hour
everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
what's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's kickin'
they say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
if they can't undersstand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can't, I guess they won't
I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool

been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me

[fade out]

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Hmm, heh, stay wiv me
Chorus:
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (I gots ta have it)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
Time plans change and change comes with time
Throughout these years I learned to get down for mine
Had to do some crime
With the attitude of not givin a fuck
Born with no luck, refuse to stay stuck
I make the bucks
Did what I had to, I did what I could
My rise to the top was no surprise cos I knew dat I would
make it, oh, the chance I had to take it
Fake it, never
because that nigga was too clever
If there ever was a motherfuckin die for his crime
it had to be me, the B-I-G Mike and he straight G
Come sun down, come sun up, gun up
for dem niggas who wanna run up
wishin my colly came up short, that nigga done what?
Fool, you think black nigga don't go for no losses
I had ta get rid of my runners so I recruited mo' horses
Down wit neighbourhood bouncers I made a connection in rows
Laid up with elbows in vogues
I just kick back and stack rows and hoes
Chorus:
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Stay wiv me)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made (I gots ta have it)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (All my stuff here like that)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
Times are changin, I'm livin my life in and out the dope, black!
Loungin here and there somethin screamin in my ear
"Michael go back home!" but I ain't really sure, black
I gots ta get my shit together the right way, nigga I know that
Comin up short, swangin by the tail-in
Thinkin of a masterplan, this nigga's bailin
down the road and I promise not to look back
at what I once had, what I have now, would've left left when I was
two,
black
Shook that, now I'm in my own realm
Controllin shit, kickin it, never knew life could be so damn well
I got mine, everything feelin lime
Time for a change and change comes with time
Chorus:
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (They done)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made (Hmm!)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Fool!)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
Lock another nigga up, throw away the fuckin key
That's the way they punish me, motherfuck society
I can spend a century in a penetentiary
it won't make a difference G
cos ain't nobody missin me
Round and round and round we go, a diff'rent day, a diff'rent face
Damn I wish I could run away, I hate this motherfuckin place
Too many goddamn rules that's why I quit school
Givin me a quickie test, I ain't no damn fool
Can't walk out my house because they always in my face
And if I step outta place, they wanna give me a case
Ain't no difference between society and a jail house
Everybody's locked up and wanna get the hell out
Just cos you ain't locked down you think you got it good
but you better think again cos the police are checkin niggas in the
neighbourhood
beatin our ass down
Cos society is just like the pen so get ready for the lock-down
Clock now while you can, man huh
cos it's all about havin thangs
An' I'ma get mine fool!
Time for a change and change changes with time
Chorus:
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Hmm)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
*repeat x 4*

No, I can't run, I can't hide from all of this pressure
If I sell out, that means I'm copping to a lesser charge
And whenever there's a will, baby
There's a way
Each one, teach one - I always say
The murder rate is rising, society can't scare me
Life is like a puzzle, ain't no telling when they'll burry me.
They wanna tell me how to live
But I've got dues to pay
Now how much money you gonna give
For my PG and me bill, cos it's a week late
Leave the hustler alone, fool don't procrastinate
Because, I'm a get mine and that's the way I was taught, fool
Now what you thought?
That I was born and raised in a big house
While you were asleep up in the bed
I slept on the couch
I tried to study but was often interrupted
Because the neighborhood I'm from is so corrupted
Rats and roaches creeping through the cracks in the walls
While my folks down the street, breaking plenty laws
Tried to count as much as they can count is like hell
It's kind of hard being raised off up in the cell, get on your own
And get you some business, black
Stay sucker-free and by all means, watch your back
You ain't gotta listen
But take it from your boy, 4-Tay, fool
You think you promised another day?

Each piece of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em
Stress'll drive you crazy when you're dealing with these problems
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve 'em
Man, I'm going crazy trying to deal with these problems

Each and every day on these streets, the game is gettin' sicker
Thicker then a king-size snicker
And I know who's got the plug, don't need a witness
Cos your business ain't everybody else's business
Snichers, and gothams, and gangstas, they're so conniving
In 1995, only the strong are surviving
Every time I open up something, somebody wants some
So I could be broke, all on my lonesome
Too many critics, too many debaters
And when they don't hire us, that makes me think they hate us
But that's just another problem pushing through my brain
And it wouldn't change no matter how much I complain
Why would you care if I was living on welfare?
You act like you gon' move me and my family elsewhere
Allow me to make this conversation more concrete
Too many formalities and I find that so obsolete
But I'm a keep striving cos it couldn't get no worse
Ain't robbing no banks or snatching nobody's purse
I finally made me a profit so now I can really chill
Check my mail box, spoke too soon, there's my phone bill
Trying to look out for number one and that's my Mother
And if it ain't one thing, fly, it's another

Each piece of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em
Stress'll drive you crazy when you're dealing with these problems
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve 'em
Man, I'm going crazy trying to deal with these problems

Each piece of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em
Stress'll drive you crazy when you're dealing with these problems
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve 'em
Man, I'm going crazy trying to deal with these problems

Problems, problems - How you gonna solve 'em
I'm a handle mine
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve 'em
Take 'em one at a time

[Thanks to urbanliar@aol.com for corrections]

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Thanks to Julia James for submitting the lyrics

yo check this out baby lemme get that numba
nah i 'ont think so i got a boyfriend
you aint got a boyfriend you aint nothing but a little...

(repeat 4)
awww no wait a minute dont go there cause i aint wit it

(repeat 2)
eenie meenie miney mo
we came to let you know
24k on the go
yeah we got your ho

aw no wait a minute
dont go there...
cause i aint ya HOOOOOOOOOOOOEEE
dont play me like no HOOOOEEEEEEE
yo i aint no HOOOEEEEEEE
i gotchyo HOOOEEEEEE

yea
(repeat 2)
you got to gimme gimme R-E-S-P-E-C-T
i got to get it get it R-E-S-P-E-C-T

(repeat 2)
when i say i
you say aint
when i say your
you say hoe
I aint yo hoe i aint yo hoe

(repeat 2)
aw no wait a minute dont go there cause i aint wit it
eenie meenie miney mo
we came to let you know
24k on the go
yeah we got your ho

WHAT! what you want
WHAT! baby i got it
WHAT! what you need!
WHAT! i been about it
WHAT! all im asking
WHAT! is for a little respect
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
R-E-S-P-E-C-T

(repeat 2)
when i say i
you say aint
when i say your
you say hoe
I aint yo hoe i aint yo hoe

(repeat 2)
you got to gimme gimme R-E-S-P-E-C-T
i got to get it get it R-E-S-P-E-C-T

whos a hoe
your mama mama
whos a hoe
your bay bay

whos a hoe
your mama mama
whos a hoe
your bay bay

come on now

WHAT! what you want
WHAT! baby i got it
WHAT! what you need!
WHAT! i been about it
WHAT! all im asking
WHAT! is for a little respect
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
R-E-S-P-E-C-T

hold up wait a minute dont go there cause i aint your...

Chorus
Let your mind go
Put you in the mood
Let your body groove
Let it soothe
Feel the funk now
Feel the funk
Feel the funk now
Feel the groove

Let the music
Take your mind
Into a place
You never been before
Take the time
To think about memories
Of you and I
It's alright for you to be
Next to me
So I can hold you tight
Girl the mood is right
Oh yeah
Let's take a stroll
To the park or to your house
Trying to do my thang
Let the music play

Chorus

Feel the funk
Yeah, yeah
Let the rhythm take you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel the funk
Feel it
Let the rhythm take you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Focus on the flava of the beat
I say the rhthym
So take a little time and let your mind relax
To this phat track
Reminiscing on yesterdays
And feeling kinda crazy
Take out my pen and I think I'm gonna write
Nothing else to do on this crazy filled night
But to feel the funk
But to feel the funk
Yeah uh yeah

Chorus

[Chorus]
It's alright
As you may have heard
To smoke the fat one and let the thunder burn
It's okay, to play this loud
Mr DJ, don't mean to sweat you down

[Missy]
I stuck my fingers in the socket, I blew up like a rocket
in the market, now I cannot stop it
Oh mami, oh papi, why they envy me?
Messin up my creativity with all this negativity
so now I'm drinkin gin-and-seng
Anything to mess with my concentration with hallucinations
of invasion, from waiting on the nation
to get with my style
Cos I'm about to transmit into some funky ish
Can you get with this?
Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
They ask me if I'm nasty, they ask me, they bet me too
Like osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock suck their cocks
Osh miss Miss iss oh shit
I gets mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh shit then let's split it
into a 20 sack, and I'ma be back
wit my boy Craig Mack like that, ugh!

Chorus

[Craig Mack]
Don't sweat me down
This jam needs a frontin MC, leave MC's shakin in the ground
Here come the bumpenin sound
Worth more than the coke that they sellin by the pound
I walk the street like Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a life raft
Down with Sista, it's the MC brezzle twister
Mackalicious boy I'll pop you like a blister
Craig Mack's a Jedi Knight with The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my teeth like dental floss
So back up and don't sweat me down
Boo docks on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls like that
Hittin wicked like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh
And we can get back in forth off the back

Chorus

[Missy]
Oh if, I could bring sucker-suckertash
When I farts I poops cash from my ass
Cos If You Think You're Lonely Now
like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like Shaq
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I smokes a beady
I feel, the need to stroke the weedy
Oh big daddy, is you ready *slurp*
to slurp me in your mouth like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug dealer
fo' reala, I drinks some Miller, ugh
Look up in the sky ARGH ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm worthy for certy
Black eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh we's smell panties
All in my crack
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back

Chorus [x2]

Ain't nobody gettin no younger man we're just gettin older and
We need to get bolder than bold as we've ever been
Our reference as Africans where our folks sittin
they cryin out laughin
The game is all you know so you in it to win it right?
Trippin a gang o' bullets decided to find a fight
Life is scattered in directions brotherly connections
Misguided youth driftin in the wrong direction
I hope for the best and say a prayer and keep steppin
Too many kids they own an automatic weapon
A lot of them wanna go home instead of hangin out
It's kinda hard when you're parents' straight smoked out
For you fisters, stay prepared for the up and coming
Get all you can while you can and result to something
You be surprised with this talent that we hold
But we forget and go sick outta control
A lotta homies to die, they left a true lesson
Or fill your soul that I love, this another blessing
You want funk, it used to be bing-bing
To the dome, but nah now it's really on
Go out back, what? To just to be reputable?
Hope you don't lose your life, fools are goin federal
I'm goin forward, showin em up like a pimp
And gettin the truck, you can sell each other profit
Don't let police try to grab you by your shirt collar
You witta black man, who understands black power
Pipin hot, are you the bad brother?
I love to roll rhymes, see my homeboys stickin together
Stay focused cos there's too many blind
Blind to the purpose of life and that's a message for your mind

Chorus:

Tried the dope about a thousand times
So here's a message for your mind
*Repeat x 4*

I once knew a man who couldn't read
He said "It ain't no thang cause
I graduated twice with the game I possess"
Bullet-proof vest to the chest
But when his kids needed help to prepare for a test
It was stress cos Pops ain't acheiving in academics
It's true indeed, his problem is an epidemic
Who wanna work five long hard days through it?
And get tax, I guess somebody gotta do it
So take coke, rock it up brick-solid
Ain't nobody thinkin about a checks up ??? wallet
Kids are growin up with the train of thought
The motion the parents talk, the trip on the *?dopest bar?*
Now look at the man you fuck, he was as black as you
Sweated ya money, it wasn't funny so you did what'cha had to do
How many brothers will be taken out by another brother?
Give a talk show a whole lot to talk about
It's me and my microphone, it's you and your 9
And that's fine, well here's a message for your mind

Chorus

The next verse is out for the chicks
Ho's are to be chosen, nightclub or taking flicks?
The homey might be roughy with a tandy-out Mercedes
Called a girl a 'female dog', well she's a lady
Run into the wrong one, a strong one, a smart man coast her
She pushed you to the left and turned her off when you approached her
You tripped and dissed her, you bashed the sister
And even when you drove off, you couldn't resist her
Solution:Better go, homey, leave her P
Cos you know like I know there's plenty fish in the sea
There's more women in this world than men, for fact, I'm right
Just because she's superfine that doesn't mean that's your type
Briefcase, white shirt, tie and a sportscoat
A hella gold, ???, servin ya friend's dough
Friends are friends then or friends come good friends
A helpin hand in understandin, wants to invite you in
Man's your best friend, boyfriend and girlfriend
It's like a soap opera in this world that we're living in
Misconception from a blink or a wink
He want to get married and all she want is a drink
But it really don't help when you supposed to be faithful
He bought you a boat load and paid for ya cases
Kept it comin, the brother went wrong for expecting some
Got knocked out by ya spouse, now ya started some
It seems strange but these fools are taking people out
For the woman that they love and truly care about
It's understandable, but will hurts when she's givin in
Now was it reaaly worth a life sentence in the pen?
No get-back, nothin but a jail song
A homey told ya that you're woman had it goin on
Now ya stuck and she's on the prowl gettin wined and dined
Damn, now that's a message for your mind

Chorus

Outro

His pocket's fat and his dove is too. He huh

Heah hah hah!
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga

Verse One:

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Chorus: repeat 2X

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Verse Two:

Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
beeeitch, I'm just

Chorus

Verse Three:

Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be

Chorus

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

This is the life
Everyone has to be somewhere
I am here
Testing a dream
The pressure of dreams is the killer
Of dreams
And it only gets harder

This is the life
This is the life
This is my life

Time is the monster
All of us fight the same monster
To win
I scream when I breathe
Fearing that worry will trigger
All my fears

And it only gets harder

(How did I get so serious?)

This is the life
This is the life
This is the life
This is my life

Everyone has to do something
I am here
Doing what I do best

But this is the life
This is the life
This is the life