Lyrics containing the term: index staad pro v8i (2025)

If the plural of tooth is teethShouldn't the plural of booth be beeth?It's one goose, two geese why not one mooseTwo meese? If it's one index, two indicesWhy not one Kleenex, two Kleenices?

It's been a long time, true indeedCongratulations to the Count and theCountess on the new seed it's a blessin'You're messin' with a real proThe flow is a heel, the beat is a steel toeGive 'em what they feel to putThey hands up real slowOut in the streets this beThe roll ass Cee-LoKnew he ‘bout to blow ever since hearing BenoVillain known to flip scripts like TarantinoMCs need Aveeno, OK the fun's overOne time, while I give the track a once overWord, quite butteryNumber one answer, did I st-st-stutter, G?

sleigh ridesGotta stab a bitch at least eight times to make it on DatelineI came to stake my claim like a canine waitin' in a buffet lineSo, Kellyanne Conway, I'm a really bad hombreCome play, belly dance on meI've been makin' wedding plans all dayWait, wait, wait a minuteWait, wait, wait a minuteOne goddamn minuteHold up wait a minuteStart shit then I finishHard head I don't listenDiamonds on my wrist glistenNigga like me feel tremendousWait a minute, wait a minuteWait, wait, wait, wait a minuteWait a minute, wait a minuteWait, wait, wait, a minuteStart shit then I finishHard head I don't listenDiamonds on my wrist glistenNigga let me feel tremendous

5% all on the kia man this bitch feel like a Rolls RoyceIf you ain't about this money then that's yo choiceSaid she wanna keep the baby and I'm pro choiceI ain't fit to be a father so that's yo choiceI been staying in my bag smoking on noiseEat the semen she a demon for us grown boysLess you green you can't give a nigga no joyShut the fuck up I'm recording I need no noiseWoods burning while we fuck not tryna ash on yo assSwitch positions only time you get to hit it then you passHad to put yo ass to sleep I got songs to doYou done told me I was toxic I agree with youWant me to be honest that ain't feasibleCan't tell you truth because I care about youSaid nobody put you on a pedestal like I doAin't nobody ever make you feel the way that I doStanding 5'8 but inside that pussy 6'2Don't go through my phone bae I ain't tryna hurt youTell you all these things like I wanna heal youSweet talking have you think I'm all for youGot her ass wrapped around my indexFuck a AKA because I know she got a loose neckShe told me she love me but she only love them blue checksIf I'm down bad she gone suck a nigga mood backTop tier bitch only one I think can do thatMain bitch yeah that's been my same bitchMy lane done turnt a 1 way so I can't ever lane switchDime bitch, way I'm throwing dick I'd make a dyke switchFeeling timeless like I don't know what time isPour up while I'm whipping hope you fine with itLast sip you know I'm downingI been yo-ing you know I be on my stylish shit5% all on the kia man this bitch feel like a Rolls RoyceIf you ain't about this money then that's yo choiceSaid she wanna keep the baby and I'm pro choiceI ain't fit to be a father so that's yo choiceI been staying in my bag smoking on noiseEat the semen she a demon for us grown boysLess you green you can't give a nigga no joyShut the fuck up I'm recording I need no noise

C.L., untouchable with the clip full Impossibly, the posse can't front on me Don't you dare front Don't you dare front Not on me 'cause I'm the man C.L.'s the rhymer Right on time Right on, my brother Come on, kick another verse for me You desire the messiah for the entire empire Total organizer of the earth, wind, and fire C.L. and Pete Rock unlock the hard rock Many want to mock and the honey-dips clock Intercontinental for the residential Never coincidental, rough on a rental Count all the bars numeric Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer If you recognize him, point with your index finger Shock another flock when I hit the block God or Devil on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel In retrospect I detect those incorrect And reflect the black power project Supreme 'cause I chose to never blaspheme Going to the extreme, place it on a very high beam And drop jewels for five thousand fools who stampede 'cause the proper show stopper's what ya need So come and get a taste of the dynamic duo And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me (Yoooo!)

We are the G, O-D'sAnd we came to rock, the spotLike Ironman StarksThey be the illest MC's, in the world todayCappa Raekwon and the R-Z-ASo listen to them clear, and put the box right near your earLight your blunts and down your beersCause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer BeesSay peace to cats who rock mack knowledgeKnowledgists, street astrologistsLight up the mic God, knowledge thisFly joints that carried your pointsCorolla Motorola holderPlay it God, he pack over the shoulderChrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchiseFront on my guys, my enterprise splash many livesRapel on fakes like reflectorsHe had sugar in his ear in his last crack careerWe can can him, manhandle him, if you wannaRun in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limoAnd jet to the flyest estate, relate take a breakBreak down an eighth and then wait drop it like DrakeThugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeingClaim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck your unionIt's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turn styleOn the alley tried to challenge God for the new vialsEspecially that, aluminum bat in the actRelax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays blackThe Mac-10 flex white cats like WindexIndex finger be sore, busting these fly scriptsThe Wally kid count crazily grands with our plansLaying with my bitches and my mans in Lex LandsWe losing em, jet to the stash and now JerusalemAbusing em, rocking his jewels like we using 'emLow pro star, seven thick waves rock PolarRoll with the older God, build with the Son and the StarAll these MC's start realizingThat Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibingThe Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finestBut if your shields are weak, you better step behind usMercury raps is roughed then God just shown like tapsRed and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hatDoing forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikesRobbin niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikesVoice be metal like Von Harper radio bubbleMurder sleep away camp, the fly lady champThe arsonist, who burn with his pen regardlessSlaying all these earthlings and fake foreignersIn the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling stringsBody chemical cream, we burn keroseneThe conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like NixonLong-heads inscriptions with three sixes inKiss the pyramid experiment with high explosiveI slap box with Jesus, lick shots at JosephZooming like binoculars, the rap blacksmithMoney's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotlessI'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloyTrue identity hidden inside secret tabloidsBreathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxesThe track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxesYo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ingSip Irish Moss out of WideliansAll these MC's start realizingThat Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibingThe Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finestBut if your shields are weak, you better step behind usGive me the the fifty thou, small billsMy gold plate, my slang killsMy Benz spills, what up LilsMurder one DunnKiller bee stung, guess who back home SonMy technique of slang camp won, third platoon soonCristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobeThe mad-hatter big dick style, beware goonsSmuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombsLet the Gods build, pull up the grillCheck out the mad skillsTop secret technique, too hard for you to peep itAnd keep it, jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slangSweep it out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughterSpoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgottenHigh top notch, borderline rhymes is handcockedNinety-six, my ill sound clash is still hotGet yourself shotAll these MC's start realizingThat Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibingThe Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finestBut if your shields are weak, you better step behind us

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Expect me to stand still or something cuz you STUCKOr maybe you're saying that if I win it's only LUCKOr want me to not improveI stop and then follow youThat's something I oughtta doBut wouldn't cuz you SUCKOr maybe you notice that you be getting set backsYou'd actually learn something if you just step back andWatch as a pro approaches the templateAnd actually gives attention for more than a couple secondsButIndex to the ring dawgRead between the linesKnow you mad cuz you know I don't tryAin't too many people really by my sideBut I'm closer to finding who's down for the rideIndex to the ring dawgRead between the linesKnow you mad cuz you know I don't tryAin't too many people really by my sideBut I'm closer to finding who's down for the rideLookI hold it down whileEverybody doubting meWhen I was back in high schoolThey was clowning meNow I'm laughing cuz the ones who pointed fingers are the onesWho try to hit me up to tell me that they proud of meLike oh shoot waitNow you say you down for meYou wanna go to my shows now and shout for meOk but let me first show youWhere the unfollow button from my Instagram or facebook account would bePlus I laugh at the ones who say I'm now like thisAnd the ones who claim to know me"HELLO""New style who dis"Don't be mad and be saying that I've changedCuz I say what I want to yo face then I smile like thisMan I'm tired of thisI'm always poked for the blameNo I don't go for the throatThe head is somewhat a gameAnd I got accurate aimAt making you overthinkUntil it reads an R.I.P next to yo nameIndex to the ring dawgRead between the linesKnow you mad cuz you know I don't tryAin't too many people really by my sideBut I'm closer to finding who's down for the rideIndex to the ring dawgRead between the linesKnow you mad cuz you know I don't tryAin't too many people really by my sideBut I'm closer to finding who's down for the rideNiggas talk too much, couple words for hatersNigga wasn't fucking with me til I started making paperWasn't calling wasn't texting, barely ever got a mentionStarted building up aggression, used to motivate progressionWas working in the basement, then I started owning cyphersDoubting my talent, on the low as I fly higherNever mind em, I was chillin at the bottom I was waitingYoung King in the making, no doubts to where I can take itNever faking, smoke rappers wake and bake emThis here is my life, never saw an ultimatumFirst love was my mic, you ain't gang, this ain't a gameYou and I ain't alikeSo quit playing, need graves for niggasI fightPeople actin like we tight, alot of fake onesWhen you on the rise, niggas act like they days onesAll these people round me, got to question where they come fromNever let them steer me from the goal that I was chasingNigga on the beat I'm Jason, drowning in the flowThis a sport, I'm a pro, run the game, my cardio is running niggasOut the frame, no anecdote don't treat us the sameIndex to the ring dawgRead between the linesKnow you mad cuz you know I don't tryAin't too many people really by my sideBut I'm closer to finding who's down for the rideIndex to the ring dawgRead between the linesKnow you mad cuz you know I don't tryAin't too many people really by my sideBut I'm closer to finding who's down for the ride

Tune inIntroducingThat ain't a two but a duece isPro to himSpeaking in second personThat ain't rhyme but last bar had a two inLaid back looking obtuse inA two seaterTwo deepCould of had emTwo friendsBut word to that group with two menNot for squishingThe door eclipsed emJust two for sittingCartooned the new whipCar tunes.. they boostingDivide by fiveThere's a two againNeed a pair of shoesBetter not be a pair of twosThem things double ugly maneThat was two two timesAdd an sDouble spare, ugly maneBucsemiLyrically a semi I'll spook yaCall meBoo-semiBut when the semi booIt'll leave you in twoDeuceCount it with my middle & indexI'll peace ya in twoDeuceByeShould've been smart, got a tutorNow ya tuna andThat was just a tune up

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Boi I'm one bad day from a relapseOn my dickThen you better grab knee padsFucking on my exLil boi gon' keep thatIon flexIon rock designer dont need thatEgo big as TexasFucking bishes on your wishlistIon need sexI just wanna get my dick lickedNever been a trickBut I can do a sick kick flipTryna get richThen give it all too my childrenSay lessBut I'm doing the mostBitch I'm self madeShowed myself how this goesI barely drinkBut had a problem with dopeAll hand madeWith these words I'mma proLately been too honestLeave myself too exposedIon got the time for dramaSo I leave it aloneAnti-social like my mommaNever answer the phoneI stay working like my fatherOvertime on the roadTrueCut out toxinsSee how much I can growMy body feeling awfulMental state running lowI'm finally facing problemsYeah, it's taking a tollI'm in debt another commaSwear to god I'm so brokeI stress too oftenMix cannabis & cancerous smokeMake progressHating that the process slowBeen lostToo long I've been trapped on the slopePissed offGot better at maintaining controlTalking shitGetting skippedPay attentionI might tripNever slipHandle businessPromise I'mma be a gawd when this finishPlay my part & watch the margin get biggerI'm the father of sinnersAnd all these rappers my sonsI'm eating pussy for dinnerI got em back on the runIf I get any sickerI might start coughing up bloodIndex finger on triggerIf they sending me slugsYeahI'm jumping all inYell GeronimoWant a hunnid blue Ben's an a mean ass hoeI mean I want a bad bish with deep ass throatThe waves I make too big for a weak ass boatMy bish bad like Margot RobbieMy team all proAnd I'm Vince LombardiHaters all madSorry not sorryYeahI'm back on roadTell em back up off meAye

I been around the world and backTwo times ain't nothing like home its crackingAfter all the women, the money and the TV showsI'm not really tryin to see these hoes[DJ Quik]Now AMG said her eyes are the index to her soulBut when I look at her face, all I see is a hoWe sex playing, with the Hennessey, and she in the moodWhile y'all see her as a broad dude, I see her as foodTake her back up to the bar to get her cigarette litI told her, "I be buying liquor like it Shh.."

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CL, untouchable with the clip fullImpossibly, the posse can't front on meDon't you dare front don't you dare frontNot on me 'Cause I'm the manCL's the rhymer right on timeRight on, my brotherCome on, kick another verse for meYou desire the messiah for the entire empireTotal organizer of the earth, wind, and fireCL and Pete Rock unlock the hard rockMany want to mock and the honey-dips clockIntercontinental for the residentialNever coincidental, rough on a rentalCount all the bars numericPro-prosthetic if ya let itResurrect the nongenericThe brother on the cover, yesA rapper not a singer if you recognize himPoint with your index fingerShock another flock when I hit the blockGod or Devil on the set that's levelLabeled as a rebelIn retrospect I detect those incorrectAnd reflect the black power projectSupreme 'cause I chose to never blasphemeGoing to the extremePlace it on a very high beamAnd drop jewels for fiveThousand fools who stampede'Cause the proper show stopper's what ya needSo come and get a taste of the dynamic duoAnd I'm sure you will agreeYou can't front on me (Yoooo)You can't front, boy'Cause we're the skilled fools (skibooze?)

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ll wreck the most'Cuz the Mecca land never had a Leo AfricanosThe Sudanian, master of the MediterraneanAnd if it's lovely I'm the one you're Skypagin'Lower than the Mole Man, R and B, you're sillyThe only male hardcore crusin' through my cityRise to the supernova, Swami like BolaHeavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulderMeasure like a yardstick, thick at arithmeticYou add it up and I roast a high pick flickHit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk lingers onI don't publicize here to keep the black race tornBut steady at an altitude where you get the mental foodNot to be rude, here's a fresh pot brewedOh, what a web we weave when we practice to deceiveSparkin' off a trick up the sleavePete stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll seeAnd I'm sure you will agree you can't front on meYo, you can't frontIt's like that, c'mon, yeahYes, you know I got to talkYou can't frontI'm tellin' you nowC.L.

One guy, two girls, three hoes.44s, 4th floor, low lowWith the go pro, take a photoCall the popo, that's a no noYou gotta go, now you know hoeHitting rojos, she a dancer, call her go goI'm successful, but call me localFirst I observe, but then I'm vocalI make spectacles happen where I'm the focalThe Index, clean up your act, call it WindexMy gluttony getting stronger, I'm Rimuru TempestI'm not a gangster, but I'll die about my principlesI'll make you my Mark, and call it Omni, you not InvincibleI make you feel small like your presence is invisibleI'm the Original, you're a sired individualBitch we the onesWe not the twosWe cannot lose lil bitch I refuseAct like you know we the talk of the townI be smoking loudCan you hear me now?

Now when it comes to rhymes, I'll drop a swift one('they'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - rakim)I'm the rap senator, ake about ten of yaThe best mc on the southeast perimeterEquipped to flip with the slip of a lipSo dance, hop, or skip or shake your hipsCause I'll wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit katDon't even riff back, I ain't with thatSkillful sharp with the words of an indexSpark and glow mc's like windexSwifter, faster, microphone masterLord finesse writes rhymes by the chapterAdapt to rap but I won't even break yetSo damn hype that I might blow your tape deckFull grown, stoned to the boneWrite rhymes and poems just to get knownSuperior sargeant, take your whole squadrenToast mc's, eat em up with marginCause I'm smart like einstein, I say the fly linesI get funky while you play the sidelinesHere to take care of you, never sound terribleReady equipped, cause I'm always availableTo rag, snag, and rip the micCause me and dre will get ya hypedOn top in rank and I plan to stay thereThe funkiest poet out since shakespeareTake note of this soloist, cause I'm a pro at thisEven make the crippled want to get up and go to thisNow mc's try to get rid of meBut, I won't fall in negativityCause I'm well respected, lord that's majesticRhymes are written by thoughts that's selectedReleased in public, but not as a subjectMany are below it but not quite above itDre my brother, drop the know howOne, two three, here we go now[a.g.]

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Voll Drauf: Logo!Schwanger: Oh No!Aber Pro-Choice: Let´s Go!Weil du meine Perle bist,Den G-Punkt immer triffstPearl Inndex super lowIch lass dich nie mehr los ah ah ah ahInnsbruck Orga-a-asmus-SpenderWeil du meine Perle bist,Den G-Punkt immer triffstPearl Inndex super lowKein Höhepunktverbot ah ah ah ahJa wenn du mit mir kommst, dann komm ich mit dirHier dreht sich alles, SpiraleDas Kondom bleibt bis zu FinaleCoitus Interuptus, da steigt der Blutdruck intravasaleTemperatur-Methode oder Hormone Diaphragmen nicht zum AtmenWas für Männer ganz ins ModeAlles möglich nur nicht ohneTrage Latex, Latex nur beim SexZu viel Blut im Glied ich hab ‘nen Apoplex, ist dein index hoch dann bist wieder wegWie beim trichtern, kein WürgereflexSo Männer und FrauenIhr wisst alle wie es gehtIhr habt es alle schon gehörtAusziehen, auf das Gesicht setzen, Nur LiebeIhr wisst wie es gehtGehen wir es anZieh dich aus mit meinen Blicken Baby komm ich will dich ah ah ah (Ficken)Mein Gesicht ist gut zum sitzen Lieber Safer Sex als mit der Ha ah andAcht, sieben, sechs, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, SexWeil du meine Perle bist,Den G-Punkt immer triffstPearl Inndex super lowIch lass dich nie mehr los ah ah ah ahInnsbruck Orga-a-asmus-SpenderWeil du meine Perle bist,Den G-Punkt immer triffstPearl Inndex super lowKein Höhepunktverbot ah ah ah ahJa wenn du mit mir kommst, dann komm ich mit dir