it starts off sounding
complicated
one them ones
thats what you make it
sounds and mixes
tuned for a band
ah singer would say
you can't sing over this
we say
"yes you can'
Background singer
wiff the Creame ah: ooh ahh's
funky groove
bouncing bras
finger snapping
sounds delicous
phat beats
grooves nutreincous
rizpetto set in stanzas
in the video she's on cameras
Changed the lyrics we gotta
new duration
suppozza sing it
but he gonna say it
sound the brasses
sing sumthang like
re-ahh sha wah
the ooh ah-ooh ah on the grind me parts
ahh chi-cha dew wah
bassline licks
hot and stankin
sum strings to sooth the sound
and vocalists getting down
the kinda sound
to were the musics grooving
beats keeps all-ya'll movin
Crunk and full of soul
ya'll like those
ah-she wahs
goofin wiff dah ah-she ah's
riffs groovin on the Wonez
Riffs Grooving on
the Wonez
Just fresh out of one of our drinking bars,
I looked up to the sky and saw some stars,
Drunkenness whispered to me t'was midday,
Why will stars be on the sky that's that grey?
So I asked my friend who was as well drunk,
"Ol' boy! What's that in the sky, you drunk crunk?
He muttered what beer brewed into his head
"You fool! I'm not sure what it is." He said.
A guy, even more drunk than us, was near,
He told us as he was advised by beer,
"Oh! That's the early morning sun." He claimed.
We agreed! Why more than one sun was que*r.
We then went to our separate houses,
Night being morn', same tales to our spouses,
Only that beer made our sleeps lasted hours,
Woken up to empty pockets' grouses
It's Superbowl time
It's time to get crunk
Don't knock my team
The 49ers have *****
They're going to win
The Superbowl you'll see
Watch the game
If you don't believe me
I AM A WOMAN PROUD AND STRONG
MY HAIR IS BLACK AND LONG
WHY DO SOME PEOPLE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY SKIN
LIKE IT IS A BAD CURSE OR A HORRENDOUS SIN
IT IS AN INSULT TO ME
WHILE I AM LABELED TO BE
THE ONLY THING BLACK IS MY HAIR AMONG OTHERS
SO WHAT IS THE DEAL MY DARK BROWN SKINNED BROTHERS
WHY DO YOU YELL PROUDLY
GET CRUNK AND SCREAM LOUDLY
STOP RISING IN ANGER, BUT END UP PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER
WHILE OTHER ETHNICITIES SOMETIMES TREAT US LIKE STRANGERS
SOME RACES DO NOT WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE
SOME DARK BROWN PEOPLE WORK HARD AND GO TO COLLEGE
I DO NOT CONSIDER MYSELF BLACK AND THAT IS MY FACT
BUT WE ARE CALLED THAT BECAUSE OF HOW WE ACT
A POEM ABOUT VIEWS ON MY CULTURE OF HOW DARK BROWN PEOPLE AKA BLACK PEOPLE VIEW THEMSELVES AND OTHER ETHNIC GROUPS VIEW THEM.
love...
So many definitions to it..
Too much, I can’t remember..
Mine’s “sacrifice” but it got me single till O-10 October,
So I force myself to follow the trial that even small feet mark,
Dating all jerks and ass-wholes who think they reach beyond crunk...
Smoking, partying and getting drunk...
All part of their definition of life,
So being my open minded self I let them in..
Watch as they open all rooms and raid my fridge,
Smile and fake laugh to their jokes hoping I fit in,
What can I say? Can’t blame anyone for it,
I wanted to grow...and find love...
I’m trying, I really am but where the **** is it?!
Maybe I lost it, or maybe I have it or I’m yet to search for it,
Word is u can’t replace your mind to where your heart is,
God knows I keep trying my hardest
...to please...
I'll Be Dammed
By Nate Spears
My birth arrived from a place
Where the sun didn't always shine
Neighbors borrowed everything
From Kool-aid to Good Times
Dirt trail tales
Sand lot fields,
Sores filled my legs
From playing out here
Diamonds in the rough
Times were tough
If you didn't play right
They whipped your butt
But,
Under the hood lies a motor
Furious when crunk
Hit the gas and excel
Use it to drive to the top
Elevate with purpose,
Achieving is certain
I'll be dammed if I let the hood
Be my disconnect button.
Me and you, both us, took flight with no wings in sight
Let’s go to cupid’s party, I got an invite
It’s gonna be crunk, it’s gonna be hype,
Let’s make forever… last tonight
This love has no wrong turns, everything is right
I have dark days, you are my light
We fly together, so let’s take flight
We up in the air; are we coming down? Nope!
So with my heart, you have the crown
I can kiss you loud, but make no sound
Whenever we bark, I guess we’re barking hounds
I have nowhere to go, your love surround
What goes around, I guess comes around
We twinkle brighter, than downtown
Who love better? No one, just look around
We’re soaring up, and no eyeing down
Writing a long, lucid love poem
Can be like a sad, sad, country song
Singing about loves, lost or forbidden,
or loves that did not belong.
Well, my love comes on the radio
And sings love songs to me.
A thousand miles away in Atlanta,
He hails as the king of "Crunk n B."
His lyrics are his love letters,
His interviews our dates.
Reading and collecting his magazine articles
Keeps me close to my soulmate.
I can pretend his words are for me only,
And think the radio is like the phone;
Act like the many posters on my walls
Are the pictures he sends me when he's away
and I'm at home.
Everytime I go to the store
I swear his CDs speak to me
And consume all the money in my wallet
When they scream, "Buy me, buy me!"
A star struck, lovesick teenage girl
Is what my mother says this feeling means
For Usher is a multi-millionaire superstar
And our love is only in my dreams.
At the jump ball, get crunk dawg, but make sure you watch the clock
Know when to go for it all, or stop and pause, just make sure you watch the clock
Take it hard to the hole, play d and run the O
Just keep an eye on the clock and play hard fa sho
Handle tight with the rock, got dimes to drop and shots to stop and pop
Be good with the time management
Ball early and often you got time so manage it
Don’t wait and get stuck in the same stance or in the same glance cause TO’s will damage it
Stuck in the same trance, don’t give em the same chance to dance and hit
It’s your game demand it quick, take what they give you but be a man with it
Even when they double team, use the other seem to find the open man
You got to trust your team, don’t rush your dreams but keep in mind the open slam
Do it the first time like it’s your last time
The middle game might not be a simple plain just do it right the first and last 5
Like its your first and last crime, constant with your first and last line
Make sure you win the game and don’t let it win you
And watch the clock and don’t let it watch you
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