dj screw mix - hos and chains and swangin thangs

there's really only one problem with riding my bike around all the time instead of driving my car. that crucial window of time between chilling at home getting ready to go out and arriving at my destination is now filled only with the sounds of wind and my own curses at various driving/walking idiots and my random and unquietable thoughts. that window is especially important when you're kinda fucked up and going somewhere to get more fucked up...it's so so good to be able to just get in a car and let the music really get you to that level that you need to be at when or before you arrive. the bike ride just can't do that for me (yet). so at a rare moment this past weekend i was able to savor the beauty of operating a motor vehicle and letting the music (specifically this music) take me to that special level. i had the pleasure of sharing it with passengers who i believe were transported somewhere similar. so i'm passing the pleasure onto you.

chopped/screwed by dj screw, noted the artists and albums if known
1- leave me alone (greatest hits)
2- ride my car (playaz nite)
3- no time for fake ones (ft puff daddy) - lil kim (100% business)
4- let's go dippin - king tee (9 fo shit)
5- what you want - mc breed (9 fo shit)
6- recognize (ft the twins) - warren g (9 fo shit)
7- havin thangs - big mike (9 fo shit)
8- hypnotize (biggie vs pac)
9- respect (biggie vs pac)
10- g's perspective - mr. mike (blowin big behind tint)
11- house wife (the legend)
12- cds and lps (all work, no play)
13- playaz nite (playaz nite)

bangin screw mix part one, part two

the warren g track is chopped so well, i love finding out which lyrics dj screw chooses to rewind and play over again, like he just loves those flows so much that he had to hear it again (and he thinks you should too). and again. and sometimes like 4 times in a row. but it sounds so good. i also like finding out where the rappers hail from, like warren g says "east side til i die" and even though i don't know what east side he's talking about, i like hearing all the various 'sides' of the country/city that are given shoutouts.

i'm pretty sure the track by lil kim is one of the dirtiest i've ever heard, however i think it's fantastic. it's one of the songs i try to sing while i'm on my bike to emulate what it would be like if i was listening in my car. needless to say i've had little luck.

no time lyrics
[Intro/Chorus: Puff Daddy]
Heh, heheheh
I got, no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)

I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)
[1] - ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - B.I.G.)
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[2] - ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" - B.I.G.)
>From East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let's go)

[Verse One: Lil' Kim]
Yeauhhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles
96 models, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell em how we roll) Cruise control
Nuttin make a woman feel betta
than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz
Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos
Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos
If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
that you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
nanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy!

[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Puffy (Kim moaning in the background), Lil' Kim]
How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
Work down your ta-ta's do the cha-cha
Make you scream Pa-pa

You da best, Da Da
Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy
Uhh! Say my name baby (okay)
Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady, and feel my three-eighty *gun cocks*
or the raven, oohwee I see
Your girl ain't a "Freak Like Me", or Adina
Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)
Lil' Kim pussy (uhh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)

[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Lil' Kim]
Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)
Diggin in your stash
(Niggaz think they gonna get some ass) No money money
no licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky
and the quickie, gimme your loot
Your Mac-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it
Don't sweat it, I bet it'd
make ya cum smooth if you let it
Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin
Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin, and you ain't know
While you be kickin that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl
(That's right... nine-six Bad Boy c'mon)

[Chorus to end]