Kutt Calhoun Album

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Konichiwa bitches, come visit i called it the apartment
A 6 by 3 or whatever brings out your inner woman
I rock your body the twat is creamy and hot is saki
Let me inside and i'll let you ride on my Kawasaki

Let get a bit of bump bump bump bump bump bump bump action
And ima hit you the bump bump bump bump hump re-hump action
I got your number, baby you might wanna slumber
Party over with a under cover brother who wonder

To find out what the D like inside in between thighs
Baby wont you tell me what that be like
I got a fist full of hair and you ain't going nowhere
Right I'm done kissin your pear right on as you wanna stare

Cover your face up with the bed spread you lettin the legs spread
Damn girl you know you got the bed wet
Now you callin me humounga strokin you with the thunda
I have to say I love the way you bump rock

You aint never seen a bunk
Panties off and just offer herself like this
You aint never seen a broad
Get her rocks off a rockstar nigga like this

Don't be afraid of the way you feel
You know the team and the way we drill
'Cause after the party, it's after the party
On the bus with a bunk rock bitch

You feisty and finnikey
Have a bottle of hennesey
Tour bus can for sure bust
And you full of that energy

Aint no doubtin your southern routin
It's pure and repleinishing
Once you swollow now follow me to the back lets come get inbetween

The top and the bottom f**k off in the middle for me
Once i swollow a little pill those other rappers symbolize the pompus more sweet
Kutty cal you're workin with somethin baby boy dont be rough with me
Cuase you know i got a boyfriend established when we do it he'll be known as C

Thats when she put on that maginum with her mouth when feelin no teeth
And then she hopped on the dragon bringin out the villian in me
Got a little bit of somethin for nothin put my name in the pussy for sheezy
Cant wait to get a bump full of lovin next time when i'm in her city

And I got my mojo and tack right give women that act right
My foreplay is the crack but then my dick is the glass pipe
My bunk is the hideout nobody will find out
When she leaves she tweakin lookin all spooked cuase she hide out (on the bunk rock)

It goes, one little two little three little bunk rocks then
Four little five little six little bunk rocks then
Seven little eight little nine little bunk rocks
More than 10 of them bitches share some stories with me

I had fun with em hung with em plunged in their hot spots
I tongue split em, done did em, flug them and dropped it
Got drunk with em sung with em sprung them if not
Then I bet you none of them ever speak bad about me

To all the ladies who will be your dishes be on the lookout we in your town
Cuase i'm lookin for a team of butch for her skin and aint scared to put it down
You can be black and chinese, or heavenly mix breed whatever it's gonna be we'll go
Cuase I want the Prada, Gucci or Hadana even what you wearing your nadas gonna hit the floor

To all the ladies across teh globe who aint been in the bunk
We can do it in the bedroom or bathroom, buick or whatever you want
An invitation to me sensation I'll mail it to some
But if you impatient get tired of waitin catch mail in this bunk

You aint never seen a bunk
Panties off and just offer herself like this
You aint never seen a broad
Get her rocks off a rockstar nigga like this

Don't be afraid of the way you feel
You know the team and the way we drill
'Cause after the party, it's after the party
On the bus with a bunk rock bitch

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[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Jeffin, the act of kissing ass in or brown nosing in a persons face
When in actuality you really have I'll feelings toward that person

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Lady momma momma top of the world and I ain't stoppin' no
Things goin' change today my thing droppin'droppin'
See you when I was broke-broke
Ain't said nuttin'-no
Now that the nigga poppin all them bitches get to jeffin
When you see me rollin' up- Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin!
They be like "whassup" Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin!
Yea you- Stop Jeffin!
We ain't cool- Stop Jeffin!
Point your fingers- Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin! Da na na na

[Tech N9ne:]
This is Kansas City lingo blurrr you mungo single
You call it jockin' but stop jeffin's what we bring you
It's when people really hate you but love you when you in the place
So if ya "don't like me stay the hell up out my face Hey! "
Don't be jeffin with me Mr. Jefferson I pill fit-it
Jeffery from Jefferson City I'm sick and I'll pull the kill-switch
Talkin' behind my back gotta wrap your man and tell me how you really feel with' it
And if it's real then we can deal with' it
Jeffin is ass-kissin' then talkin trash dissin'
When you missin' when you present he bitchin' "have chicken"
No gizzard he 'bout to get it with' a liver be
Welcome to misery, cookin Jeffery rotisserie
Swinging on the deals-nic, jeffin for a hot second
Turn around and cut me down I'm a catch you rollin' Prospect
And my obsession will begin or I consend a nigga in glock heaven
So mafucka stop jeffin!

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[BG Bullet Wound:]
What's happenin'
This for them niggas that saw we shappin' them Jeffro Bo Dean niggas
"oooo he so clean with' it"
Slappin' two fifteens canary yellow bright
Ho's like to jeff with they jizzle they flaunt it every night
Every night poppin this pistol bottles up off every flight
Mafuckers they won't do it but they ain't livin' right
Where you get your shoes from? where you get your weed at?
Whatcha freakin' eyes on man I know your gee's fat
But I don't really fuck with' this nigga
Put him off in the back seat with Tech N9ne he stuck with' this nigga
Cause I'm jeffin-jeffin no I can't help ya-help ya
Grab your sack and get to steppin'-steppin
Off of deuce click homie yea I'm keepin' it reppin'
Keepin' it flexin' keepin' all you Jeffery's in session
"correction" and I don't really know what the fuck
Hell nah I don't know no Tech and no Kutt so quit jeffin

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[Kutt Calhoun:]
They rest to death in my skinny's and twenty-three's
You get dressed to impress but you lookin' like mini me's
But the jeff is un-neccesary that you givin' me
Makes me question the jesture of your sexuality "Hey! "
You niggas approach me like y'all the bitches be all up on my dick
Askin' for telephone numbers hopin' to take pictures of shit
If I wasn't in this business you niggas wouldn't even call
You see me the source of the murder dog now you swingin' balls
Hey Kutt can you get on my album nigga y'all click is the shit
You puttin' the town on the map I'm thinking this nigga's a bitch
When I wasn't makin' no noise you wasn't a part of no Kutty
No I'm a tax you mafuckers for half of your budgets
Take a big breathe of this hella shwagga with relish it
Inhale it and tell me if you can handle the smell of it
It smell like I'm rich don't it, I know when you pimps want it
So quit all that chattin' you ain't equip for this shit fold-it

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Colors (x 12)

Colors, live my life somely Imma ride for my
Colors, blood in and blood out because niggas died for my
Colors, whoever whenever all day all night for my
Colors, my nigga I'm probably gonna die for my (x 2)

Kutt:
Started in '85 when my town got turned out
Niggas from Cali brought to the Mid and we learned how
Blue or red paisleys powders was the start of the war and now
Unification that got the whole world concerned now
Middle of '91 I was jumped by a cuz hive
Solely the reason I was introduced to the Blood Life
Niggas about they money, make it sunny at night fly
Whips and bitches and everythang was hung from the right side
We gettin it back bangin and ballin you feelin me strapped
With heavy artillery on streets and it's kill or be killed
40's of malt liquor and sherm was instilled in me
Taught to dump any nigga from differnt facilities
Real talk and it's real life, it's dangerous ain't it
Suburban lifes better think twice for you thinkin of bangin
Whatever town that you in if it's enriched in the flamin
Throw your bandanas in the sky and rep the gang that you claimin cuz this is

Colors, live my life somely Imma ride for my
Colors, blood in and blood out because niggas died for my
Colors, whoever whenever all day all night for my
Colors, my nigga I'm probably gonna die for my (x 2)

Joe Vertigo:
I've been so whoopin and saggin an O.G. status, red raggin it
Long as niggas been hatin the blood, I bust, ain't been havin it, flaggin it
It's drippin bitches like a bitch on a mystery
Let's get straight to the point just like them thangs in my pistol
These are the missles that show you what the blood do
Blood in blood out now you got the blood drippin from your mouth
Imma shout swoop, swoop watch the relliez go
Nigga know, if you ain't come to bang, what you came here for?
I'm fa sho, bacngin on the block I throw the B's up
Bustin busta bitches black Burnelli make em freeze up
Ease up I got some shit that'll plant you like a tree stump
Givin em the business bang wit Strange nigga please jump
Knuckle up, take it to the streets, take our shirts off
Go straight for your throat like a coyote and snatch your skirt off
I'm that nigga that will bring it to your block
Nigga fuck bein a goblin, I'm a muthafuckin juggernaut

Colors, live my life somely Imma ride for my
Colors, blood in and blood out because niggas died for my
Colors, whoever whenever all day all night for my
Colors, my nigga I'm probably gonna die for my (x 2)

Kutt:
Hey don't get it twitted nigga
I got a little crip nigga that don't fuck around
AY YO RIV EAT THEY FACE NIGGA

Riv Locc:
Hellish containin covered in the true proof
I rep the same color that Big Tookie and Snoop do
Color coordinatin goin to war, makin my knowledge evolve
Beffin wit heat over colors, homie like Rocky and Frog
When we choppin poppin watch your partnas drop and dissolve
I can't be touched too long like a hot object honestly
I be the Nightcrawler just like relivin the true dream
You can tell I'm true, by the colors of my shoestrings
Yeah I'll murder your ambitions
And the game will cut deep in ya like a surgical incision
Wit verbular intuition from a vertical position
I represent the word that has no definition
All genuine and more pure than the soul of a Christian
Lyricly the big homie Kutty expose and depicts ya
Colors, fluctuate and keep a pistol in ya waist line
I got the whole city behind my back just like a state line

Colors, live my life somely Imma ride for my
Colors, blood in and blood out because niggas died for my
Colors, whoever whenever all day all night for my
Colors, my nigga I'm probably gonna die for my (x 2)

Colors, Colors

Girl: Hey Melvin, i mean Mr. Kutt Calhoun!
Kutt: Hey whats up girl how you doin?
Girl: Heard you on the radio, ya'll doin ya'll thang
Kutt: Yeah yeah you know, tryin to get this money mane!
Girl: You should give me your number so we ca go out sometime
Kutt: Oh fa sho fa sho here it is here it is! 816-777-9311!
Girl: Alright imma give you a call
Kutt:Alright do that baby alright!
Girl: Wait a minute! 777-9311, wait a minute nigga this ain't no god damn number this a song!

I ain't gotta fabricate my past i always done had bitches
You can ask the teachers, principal, and his assisstant
They know about melvin calhoun and they can tell ya
I often had my way when it came to them izabellas
But this is bout them bitches who wouldn't give me the digits
Or time of day not to mention or kindly hate when you spoke to them
You in her vision you know that you lookin crispy But all of a sudden she turn her nose up when you get closer in
You know the kind that was prissy and actin rude
Dressin sexy and she was cool cuz her nigga was out of school
Now all i got to say now is bitch you a fool
You too late up in this for now, i'm rich heard me up on the radio and now you tryna holla imma
Keep that in mind while you steady standin in line Waitin for your shirt to get signed
And whats goin on thru my mind is
She was a dime but i'm seein now that the time and the firmness of your behind has depleted
You ain't that fine trick
Now i can say
That the night has turned to day
And yeah you hurt me
But you ain't worthy
You need to get ya pain
Cuz i remember way

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Back in the day
She said she didn't wanna
Now that i'm makin big pay
She smellin my aroma
Way back in the day
She said she didn't wanna
Now that i'm makin big pay
She smellin my aroma
Girl wait a minute

Hey i remember you
Used to be the most popular girl walkin around in the halls of central high school
For your sake lets use codename Tischa
Always in nautica shirts and pants and white k-swiss's
Or eastlands
Remember how i used to be peekin and seekin
At the skippin parties you wouldn't speak then
Gave me your number then i found out you was just teasin
Your b-friend was a baller on all golds with the beat and
I wasn't old enough and plus i didn't sell deep and
It's crazy how a chick will cut you low at knees men
Later caught up wit you that's when i found out that he's been
Labeled a snitch and now he sits in a penitentiary and he will never get out, get out
I know it hurts don't it
To know you wasted your time
Now you a baby mama, hard times
Those are the worst moments
You kinda cute but not fine
Told me you noticed my shine
Asked me if you could be mine
Let me retort on it
Now i can say
That the night has turned to day
And yeah you hurt me
But you ain't worthy
You need to get ya pain
Cuz i remember way

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This last one is sort of a doozy
Lord i miss suzy
Q and all the cream filling sure to be oozin
She more than a floozy
Whore she a beauty store
I tell ya imma go a mi amore
Straight spanish
She used to walk around in leather and lace spandex
And any nigga callin her ground would make pantin
A fiesty little chica with ass and stayed manish
Would cut a bitch in a blind second she gave damage
She never messed with a black dude
The very first girl i ever seen with a back full of tattoos
Said mommy i'm at you
And she didn't front
She let me get in between them thighs and hips
Put her legs all around my head and let me drill it
Kill it
Now i'm infatuated
Was on her every day
Once i ejaculated
Don't wanna ever stray
Niggas was glad to hate it
Got props in every way
And i ain't mad she gave it
So i won't ever say

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Back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymore
Back back back in the days when i was young
Back back back back back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymore
Back back back in the days
Back in the days

[Intro, Skatterman]
Shotaz: the combination of a soldier and a boss
A nigga that refuse to take a short or a loss
So take a deep breath, today is your death day

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You can call them shotaz
Move how we movin' or get you block (burnt)
Down to the ground we leavin' nada
No witness or survivors
No games, no playin', no words, no save

[Verse 1: Kutt]
Break out your umbrellas niggas and your water-proofed vestses
It leaks bodies so eat hearty and finish your breakfastes
Cause tonight we down in hell so go deliver the message
To your mommy father boy or daughter repent in your next of kin
In the still of the night calm waters'll shake
If you owe me money relatives come to honor your wake
Obituaries and rose wreaths to compliment faith
Only God can determine when your in a ominous state
Cause when the rain drops niggas get wet
You gotsta chill or get popped and killed like EPMD is still in effect
You bleed for mercy with the steel in your neck
Once it verses gettin' worse you feelin' light-headed layin' still on your chest
An 80's baby with a killin' finesse
So fuck parole call up Makaveli with a concealed and carry a vest
You might make it through the alley but won't make it through the night
The ambulance won't understand that we got plans on sight

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[Verse 2: Snug Brim]
Red bandana over these chop thangs
You can run tuck your tail holla lose your brains
It's all the same most of you bitchin' I can show you that
Make sure you got your catchers mitt cause I'm a throw you that
You know where at, south side Kansas City
Missouri nigga we don't roll with nothin' less than fitty
You pussies call yourselves some riders but don't know the meanin'
Soon as a shot let off you're lost and you're duckin' and screamin'
You better move how I'm movin' or get your top seized
Make it hard for you to live I'm talkin' not breathe
If they catch me I'm a lay down like G's do
Silent mode, break the code and niggas bleed you
How can I please you, I roll with tecs and macs and glocks
You try to fake this way I pull up right up on your block
You see the shots sparks fly from the semi
Lay it down and go get gone on some Remy

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[Verse 3:]
[Snug Brim:]
And I clap those, believe that
Y'all just some lil homies hustlin' for you weed sack
For these stacks ain't no tellin' what I come across
I keep it real, play the game without a fuckin' flaw
Money talks so you ho niggas ain't sayin' much
My pistol stay within the reach and I ain't playin' brah
This rap shit is irrelavent, I got mail to get
Short on your nickels and dimes and I got hella clips
[Kutt:]
Shit and I got hella spit hit from a fast repitition
About an automatic rap and I handle the bidness
Give me a reason to proceed ram all the witness
Don't take no turkey talkin' steak from a sandwich nigga
About my cake but I ain't ate cause the candles are missin'
But on my momma like Obama I scramble for vision
So here today just consider me a man on a mission
Light up your porch like Mork from Ork nanu nanu you niggas

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[Intro]
See I don't know what you've been told
Sooomebody told meee..
Never trust a man with a smiling face..
Just might be the day of life they take..

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[Verse One: Kutt Calhoun]
This here be a letter from the heart, is anybody listen anymore
I dunno what where how when why, no trust anymore
Everyone got the same look, hard to decifer what's real
My little homie Layne just got tamed but he copped 5 with a deal
Does that really mean that he snitchin when he's smile tellin' me that it's official
Guess I'm ganna find out in his discovery, if it's game that was spittin'
Can't even trust my own girl, I done fucked up too much
Keep havin' dreams of her fuckin other niggaz, man it's just my luck
My old baby momma got it in for me when she tellin' me shits straight
Got a weird feelin' everytime I talk to her now we being taped
By some jealous ass bitch nigga thinkin' me and her in cahoots
Any given day and the federei speak no words when they shoot
This is what I deal with daily, ain't enough kills to lay me
Down to sleep I don't even trust a cheap life when you feel this crazy
That alone will decay me, lettin' all this realness fade me
Please look God, Heaven has a way let me see the real what's phazing?

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What's that smile you wearing
What's that smile you weeaarr

[Verse Two: Kutt Calhoun]
Look at him plan as we speak, looking like the devil with a grin
Got it in for a building then can't wait to put it to an end
Hope Brock Obama got a plan, everybody waiting on you man
To get assassinated cause they all hatin' better be related to the clan
Hope you got a vest when it comes, Better yet a section of yard
Would be killaz who don't give a fuck sent to protect where you run (from)
Look at John Melville's state, think he had a smile when he aimed?
Shot and killed life was sealed, hit an old lady in the face
The world is full of monsters, you can see it hide behind the grin
Watch the movie there's a hidden message cause I think they all devil advocates
Even momma wish she on the drugs, different person when you give her hug
Everything you say and do is all official when you got the poison in your blood
Don't goto church that much, find out the weapons are bold
Get the money, get the whip, get the house and get the phills of the 12 year old
But they smile all in your face, and then they tell you the Lord is great
I just hope they all burn in hell when I bail with a smiling face

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[Verse Three: Kutt Calhoun]
Pac was a "Martin Luther King," died young cause he had a dream
To make it nessisary for each and every man and women to make amends
Told us all to smile through the madness, couldn't understand what he had then
Now I recognise he was prophesized angel in disguise in his passing
Don't know what this shit mean, Good and bad through the same thing
Till I know I'ma walk around with a Gun before I let the streets take me
Stress level at a new high, look around everybody a suspect
The man at the liquor store, the women at the mall, ain't nobody worth trustin'
Smiles every mother fucken where nigga go everybody ain't happy
Where the snakes at show the comment, why the jealous ones was the one to cap me
Keep smiling I keep brawling and I feel like ima catch an end soon
Before you get me, I'ma get you, don't visit me up in the pen fool
Cause you just gana come with a smile, sayin' everything's ok
When I know that's all just bullshit I'm never gana see the light of day
I'd rather just talk to myself, I swear to god it's better that way
Cause I feel ain't nobody real like I'm real, There, now I said it
Good day!

[Phone Message - but it's really Tech N9ne]
You have exceeded your time limit!