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Family lunar event April 30, 2009

Posted by Domenico in Music.
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And after the tribute to Dr.C. who could be visiting the BLOG as a contributor more often in the future… We’re back to daily business and we’re more than happy that this is a short week and tomorrow is holiday and that, as for most of the week, today we have another hip-hop song (I know Gio, you’re so happy for this that you’re going to cry…).

So, today we have the Clipse.

This American hip hop duo comes from Virginia and is made up of brothers Gene “Malice” Thornton and Terrence “Pusha T” Thornton. They met Pharrell (this guy is almost everywhere) in 1993, and being impressed with their lyrical talents, he formed a working relationship with the duo and helped them secure a contract with Elektra Records. In the beginning it wasn;t so easy for them to have success, cos the group’s debut single was a flop, but Mr. Williams resuscitated their careers in the early 2000s, signing them to his Star Trak Label.

This year they are going to release the third album, that means they succeeded in getting some visibility and this is proved by the several collaborations they had with Pharrell, Jay Z and others.

Today’s song is one of their collaborations, in fact the song “What Happened To That Boy” is played with Baby & Pharrell:

Enjoy your weekend.

Domenico

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1. Gio - April 30, 2009

WHY do you like hip-hop so much?!?!

Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot’ ’em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherfucker
Clipse, VA, NO nigga
What you smelt
Coke’ll leave plastic
Get off the border motherfucker
Come on little’n handle your business for me boy

[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy

[Malice]
Whoa…Yeah…Malicious…Yeah
I heard they snitchin’ on a player man say it aint so
Even as a young’n they consigned me to blow
Witches claims why I’m worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I’m know for the flip of that coke I ener
I’m heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit ’em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I’m the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
Don’t compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Aye…Aye…Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye…
Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff ’em up, let ’em up bitch)
Been shittin’ up bricks unload ’em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
If I don’t go to jail niggas birds gone flop
Nigga sittin’ on the toilet bitch get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon’ rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It aint nuttin to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my line I’ll show a little somethin’
They callin’ you don’t come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)

[Chorus (2x)]

[Pusha T]
Ughhh…Another soul lost
Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
Ughhh…The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Glistenin’ wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like
Thriller
Gangster…Hustler
At night still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I’m dreamin’ kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin’ fore I get to clappin
And have your body parts mix and matching fella

[Chorus (2x)]

[Baby (talking)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)
Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Let’s get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smell somethin’, coke’ll leave plastic bitch
Get money motherfucker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We did it how we live, aint nothin’ but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherfucker

2. Andrea - April 30, 2009

Thank god the week is over… 😀

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