Kutt Calhoun Album

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[Verse 1:]
I came to, toast to the game, (church), ok, let me properly
Introduce 1st my hav-a-hoe game, I have a hoe in different area codes
Few in the East, couple down south, but mostly lay west of the coast
I wouldn't hav-a-hoe wit flaws in her mix, gotta be down right down
Pretty, blade in tha bra with her tits, and if me wit a bitch meant
The kid didn't git no doe, well then I wouldn't have-a-hoe, (that's it)
2nd and foremost, I walk wit a limp, Bishop Don Magic Juan, Pimpin' Ken,
(Yeah) I talked wit a Pimp, Good Game, White Folks, metallic kanes and
Thangs, U-M-E, Miami, Flo., they chopped game wit strange
Beware cause the Industry go get messy, and I walk wit a limp cause
My dicks, well know, I got a fetish for suaving these Dolly Pardon's
These women, vibe off a nigga, that's real, ask Mr. Marcus
I'm here to put the cuffs on tha game, (And palm yo faces)
Whip ya ass till you holla my name, (like domin-atrix)
Ain't nobody gonna take this crown, (why) Cause we stay on point
Like Stacey Adams

[Chorus:]
Bitches on my Bows
Everywhere I go
Pimpin holla church
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Remy extra po'
Get a lot of love haters
Hit the doe. Get up
Out the whip, Gators
Hit the flo. And we
Bubblin, money be dubblin,
Niggazs ain't struggling.
Hat cocked to the side
And we walk wit up limp
Cause my dick heavy...Hey!!

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I'm a barbarian, not a Good Samaritan; I ain't a hoes keeper by far
Leave it to married men, I gotta (stick and move, pick and choose, chick-n-crews
Who like to suck dicks 4 loot
Snatch'em then a hoe gits offered, snake and the bat tatts, (strange)
Flashing threw the sky like gotham, Nick-name sta-flo, cause I'm known
To put a crease, in ya lame day-old, newly grown dubious thesis
A-atrocious behavior, ferocious demeanor, karoded ya name up, you owe
It to Jesus,..to wait in line now, and yearn for the buck flow,...
It don't matter if ya win or lose, learn for the Gusto...
Trust no (B-I-T-C-H), especially when you live in the, (f-I-f-t-y)
(states) uhh huh, KC's, Henry the 8th, with royalty on the plate,
Pop a collar and git yo limp on mate, aaaawwwhhh,...

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[Tech N9ne]
Hey!! Step right up muthfuckas
And get all the pussy you want
This is the place where you can get all types of pussy!!
We got.. Black pussy, White pussy, Mexican pussy, Chinese pussy
Expensive pussy, cheap pussy
If you can find pussy cheaper than ours! (FUCK IT!!)

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
Now take my bitch
She won't complain bout shit
Cause she's my hoe
Kutt is known for tossin' the dick
Cause when I'm fuckin'
Ain't nothing more that I do best
Than Beat it up, leave the bra, tired of breath
I'm talkin bout (real sex)
Something regarding the nookie
This act don't call for a rookie
You get this barred if you can't submit me
Or call for the pussy
Your resume of the way you lay
When you serenade it
Yonkers, secretions what I'm speakin
Is how you demonstrate
Can't be no punk with it
Thrust the cock back, with the hump in it
Grab the bitch by the hair
Put your thumb in the booty hoe
And tell the little heffa what you want with it
You gotta be, down for the booty bang
Bottom line this all, cause the money mine
All the nigga really want is the pooty tang
And I'm a sign your pity on the rent a kind (Yeah)
And there's a whole lot of shit to say
Bitches love it when the dick stay hard
Swithcin' positions to find some missions
We'll pull her card
Which one's the victum (Aey!)
Lick some and get cum sprayed
All over the chest
With the less
You get a double dose of dick a day (Hey!)
(Real sex)

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Oooh la la la la
Give it to ya from the back and the side no panties and no bra
Let me get it mama (hit the na na na na)
(Real Sex)
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, yeah!
I love it when ya do me like this
Baby Bubba and I like it when ya make it do that
(Real Sex)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
At the hotel after the show
The sack 'n the flow
Never really matters
I'm attacking the hoe
I'm mackin' her thou
Really slow mo'
I'm never kickin the Willy bobo
Like a pogo - stick
Got your wife screaming oh no - Dick!
In her face on the low oh - Shit!
Got her thinkin' bout a choo-choo
Lovin' me give me Moo Shoo
Pussy Boo-Koo
On the side of the bed and the back of the couch
Dick slapin' it south
Tecca Nina is a lot to be bragging about
I be stabbing it out
69 and the shit be mine
Liking 'em young but not young enough to get me time
I gets behind
Its a hot and deeply time
I stick it in her and the bitch be cryin'
You let shit declined
I like froggy style
Then I crawl right into that doggy style
I'm hella ready
Ima' call ya Betty and Betty when ya call me, call me Al
Cause it hurts
But ya can't take it home so ya get it in spurts
That's how evil lurks
Come off with that skirt
I make the twat twurk
Cause I'm givin' you the works
I wanna a give it you
You wish ya nigga would do
What I do - So you wanna go this a-way?
I got ya pussy to chew
I got ya nookie to do
Fuckin' the hoes got the niggaz in disarray
Scorpy hoes represent
And fuck bitches in a bigger way
And do every lil thing that nigga say
Fuckin ya good
You get-cha double dose of dick a day (HEY!)

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Oooh la la la la
Give it to ya from the back and the side no panties and no bra
Let me get it mama (hit the na na na na)
(Real Sex)
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, yeah!
I love it when ya do me like this
Baby Bubba and I like it when ya make it do that
(Real Sex)

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(feat. Tech N9ne)

[Tech N9ne]
No more speaking that black male oppressed shit!
Full speed ahead, none of that retrogressed shit!
Looks can be deceiving, know that seeing is believing!
Black muthfuckas on a quest for retribution, overdue for the retrieval

[Kutt Calhoun]
I'm a nigga with no fame, a nigga with no brain, a nigga with mo' Kane than Abel
I'm a nigga with no change, a nigga with no pain, a nigga that won't change a fable
I'm a nigga that's hardcore, a nigga that starts war, a nigga that's far more than war
Thinkin I'm a nigga with a whole lot of venom; but don't nobody know that I'm sentimental
I'm a nigga that's so trife, a nigga with no life, a nigga with no rights at all
I'm a nigga that's so hype, a nigga you won't like, a nigga that don't like the law
I'm a nigga that stay keyed, a nigga that smoke weed, a nigga that pop B's and E's
Please believe he's a thief; reefer leak through the streets to the beast he's a link
Why - am I treated like a redheaded stepchild?
Why - can a brother get ahead of the mess now?
Why - do you think a black man gon' step down?
Why - 'til the inner city heads get left out?
I - never met a black or white with no pride, never met a man in life who won't try
To do what it takes to make a quick rise
Anyone in the way of fam is gon' die
So all of you Nazi Aryan nation placin hatred 'cross the nation
Racin, for segregation, fuck your regulations
Anticipations on yo' gay administrations
Makin weightful statements, you never make 'em, in a whitemanzeyez

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I ride for my people
I die for my people
Stand high on my steeple
To lies treating people
Devils are one sided
Spirits are misguided
Thinking that black birds don't fly
In a whitemans eyes

[Kutt Calhoun]
I'm a nigga with no start, a nigga that get hard, then be in carcerated
I'm a nigga that you brought, a nigga that you fought, a nigga that you taught the hatred
I'm a nigga with no hope, a nigga who's so broke, that his whole life's a joke
With nothing to gain and everything to loose, hell if that ain't lame, then I'm the same as you (huh)
I'm a nigga with no skills, a nigga with no mills, a nigga with Po' children, nigga that go steals
A nigga that dope deals, a nigga that wont feel the pleasure of more fills with leather
I'm a nigga with hard time, a nigga with barred lines, a nigga with art crimes to go
With the life of stars, I'm a trifling' star, fall right in the arms of your woe
Do you feel I'm a get what chu' gave?
Do you feel I'm a minimum wage?
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Do you feel I'm a impotent slave?
Answer this..? feel me with this rage

"In the words of the late great, I'll probably be murdered for this shit that I said
I speak the real, be a legend, breathin' the dead."

I ride for my people
When it's time, when god is my witness
Die for my people
When it's time, I'm bombing with viscous lines
When I speak it, from the mind, and I'm sufficient
Prime, rhyme and reason every time
In a whitemans eyes

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I ride for my people
I die for my people
Stand high on my steeple
To lies treating people
Devils are one sided
Spirits are misguided
Thinking that black birds don't fly
In a whitemans eyes

[Kutt Calhoun]
The black the strong
The heart the lone
Rough the times
In a word on my own
The stress the crys
The truth the lies
That bless the lives
In a word all alone
Death, demise
Reject the spies
Respect will rise
In a world so prone
We be never be no equal cause
You be devilish people so

Could you take a couple seconds out of your time
So I can really voice what's on my mind
Look into the eyes of which is not blind
And tell me what you see when I tell ya i'ma strong
Muthfucka, Independent with long-gevity
And I'm a benefit, it's on!
If you thinkin' I'm illiterate (hit home)
When you hear how a nigga spit
So richeous the nicest
You hate that you like it
I give and take through this crisis
So whites and afrkids fighting for life
But I got Mexicans and Asians beside me
Even Caucasians and Jamaicans taking stand in America what's right
This is a war, and you loosing with un even scores
One for my your hate, three for minorities and even more
(Backwards Talk)
Reach through my blood and pour
Pour Liquid expanding, vicious explosions the final score

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I ride for my people
I die for my people
Stand high on my steeple
To lies treating people
Devils are one sided
Spirits are misguided
Thinking that black birds don't fly
In a whitemans eyes

[Tech N9ne]
If Denzel Washington can do it - I can!
If Forest Whittaker can do it - I can!
If Ving Rhames can do it - I can!
If Don Chino can do it - I can!
If Percy Miller can do it - I can!
If Spike Lee can do it - I can!
If Colin Powel;; can do it - I can!
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If 2pac can do it - I can!

To all my listners out there
This your boy, Kut Calhoun
And this song here, is about my life
It can be about your life
What people have to say about, won't let you live your life
Here's what I think

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
My pants is saggin' braided hair
People stare but I don't care
It's the life that I choose to lead
I'm who I choose to be
And who are you to be abusing me?
With your hypocritical, stereotypical slanders
"Oh! he's a thug he must sell drugs at random"
Just because I'm a young black brother I gotta slang dope
And disrespect black mothers, Nah!
I'm a king for a queen, on a quest to ball
I'm the spleen in a man, an threat to yo'll
I'm black, strapped and packed with intellect and all
I'm what you call your worst nightmare ????
Cause I don't walk around with a happy face
I got a face stressed, and feed mouths, I ain't livin' in Happy Days
So you can say what you wanna
I'ma still gonna be the same ol me in the mornin'
(know why?)

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It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
Here's my chance to make you feel
What I feel
If it's real
Move on
And god bless the child that can hold his own

[Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun]
Now everybody got something to say
About who I be fuckin
The pills that I'm popin'
"Just tone it down okay"
Since everybody wanna open their mouths (Surprise)
I got a big dick for her
Swallow this and get outta (My life)
Instill it in your head, and learn
It's just me!
I never cared to share concerns
About what y'all doin
Who yo'll hanging with
Who yo'll screwing
What your ill legit
Leave me alone
If I wanna bone, every grown woman in the city, then it's on!
You ain't gon' stop it, I'm a grown ass man
Doing mine with the excasty, I'm still gon' pop it
(let a nigga live)
Or give a nigga room
Got a complicated life that's too troublesome for you
So if I'm on the edge, then let me get it right
Cause regardless what you sayin'
At the end of the night
(It's still)

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It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
Here's my chance to make you feel
What I feel
If it's real
Move on
And god bless the child that can hold his own

[Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun]
Tell me?
You ever been with a relative or a friend
That be tellin' you how to live
Really jealous of how you live
Tryin down you
Look at the people around you
Pointin' who they are
You tell em'
To get some business and stay the fuck outta yours
Cause half of they lives, ain't right, and fucked up more
Shit! Half of them probably can't fight behind closed doors
But they always bringing up these stories
Bout the shit they done did
Thinkin' they gon' get some glory

I never let em'
Get the best of me or stress me
All I wanna do is live my life
But people tend ta.
Wonder, if something is under
???? bring the light
So if you a fo, we can pro, we can go
Personal info don't let everybody know
I like to keep it low
Who I hoe when I roll
So don't you put your nose
Straight through the front door
And stay outta

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It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
Here's my chance to make you feel
What I feel
If it's real
Move on
And god bless the child that can hold his own

[Outro]
Yeah, said it's my life
Up under the sun wrapped up in the one (yeah)
You ain't gotta deal with it
Just let me live it
It's my life

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My life in a nut shell contains some things, you wouldn't want to make public to ashamed to sang, i got a pack of black & milds and a gang of change, and crown royal bag put a away for a rainy day, I know its hard to accept this, bar code eleptic.......

I know its a little, but its something
HELP OUT PEOPLE!!!!