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Josef's Pad
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About Me
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Name: Josef Kanapi
DOB: March 9, 1984
Residence: Rancho Palos Verdes, California
I'm a: Los Angeles Lakers fanatic!!!
I Crave for: Pasta
I love playing or doing(in order): Basketball,Golf,Skiing,hockey
My Contrast: Green
My Niggaz: Mase, Puff Daddy, Notorious Big, Bone Thugs n Harmony, Warren G.
Oh, this what I think of when I'm bored: Girls, Girls, Girls!!!!
I don't like: Ugly Girls & Fat Girl
Designer Clothes: POLO By Ralph Lauren, A/X By Giorgio Armani, Versus By Gianni Versace, Gucci
Some of my Shoes(take note: SOME!!!): Armani & Nike
My Future Car(3 years from now): Porsche, Mercedes Benz, Ferrari
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Verse One: Mase
Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
to the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
*singers come in over this last line*
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Puff Daddy
Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now's
when all the ballin stops, nigga never
home got a chrome one and a yacht
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women
but treat dimes fair, and I'm
bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 2X)
Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.
Uhh, uhhh
B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G.
be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass kizzack
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 3X)
What's goin on?
What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 3X to fade)
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Mo Money Mo Problems by Notorious Big, Puff Daddy and MA$E
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Feel So Good By MA$E
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Artist:Mase
Song: Feels So Good
You ready Mase?
Party people
In the place to be
It's about that time
For us to
Yeah, uh-huh
Verse One
Yo, what you know about goin out?
Head wet, red Lex,Tv's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up, ride into bigger truck
Peace all glittered up,sticker kid, nigga what?
Jig with the cut,sip Cris,spit it up
Hoes ride,get your nut, till i cant get it up
Im a big man,give this man room
Ima hit everything from Cancun to Man's Tomb
Why you standin on the wall?
Hangin on your balls
Lightin up drugs,always fightin in the club
Im the reason they made the dress code
They figure I wouldnt wild when Im in my French clothes
Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, but gets in my Rolls
Reck shows, collect those, extra O's
Buy an E,get a key,to the Lex to hold
East,West, every state comon, bury the hate
Millions the only thing we in the area to make
Better friend or ex-friend in a Lex or a Benz
Let's Begin. Bring this bs to an end
Come on
Chorus
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldnt change you if i could
Verse Two
You cant understand, we be, ridin kinky
sippin DP to the TV, look greedy.
Little kids see me, way out in DC
with a Z3, chrome VBs they wanna be me
Nigga's talkin shit, they ought to quit
Im fortunate,they dont see a forth what i get
And those be the same ones walkin while i whip
Just started seeing cars, cause they alternate
So while you daydream, mama's city gleam
And i deal with hoes that pose for Maybeline
One time you had it all, i aint mad it all
Now give me the catalog, ill show you how daddy ball
Six cars in power, the five big stars
Phillip,CEO style smokin on cigars, nigga.
It's like yall are talkin funny
I dont understand language in people with short money
come on
Chorus
Verse Three:
Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah
Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah
Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah
But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah
Well me personally
It's nuthin personal, I do what work for me
You do what work for you
And I dress with what i was blessed with
Never been arrested for nuthin domestic
And i chill the way you met me
With a jet ski, attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestle
No mad rap ask cat, where my check be?
Problem with ya'll, i say it directly
Went from hard to sweeps, started to eat
From no hoes at shows to manaj at suites
Now i be the cat that be hard to meet
Gettin head from girls that used to hardly speak
come on
Chorus
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