don't push me cuz i'm close to the edge i'mm trying not to lose my head
2006-11-19 14:02:18 · 7 answers · asked by Jmeシ 1 in Entertainment & Music ➔ Music
Diddy: Can't Nobody Hold Us Down
i think Mase might be in that one too..old school
2006-11-19 14:06:15 · answer #1 · answered by lovingangel323 3 · 0⤊ 1⤋
Grandmaster Flash - The Message
2006-11-19 22:33:04 · answer #2 · answered by K 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Sugar Hill Gang, Rappers Delight
2006-11-19 22:05:26 · answer #3 · answered by megatronbomb 4 · 1⤊ 1⤋
its~~~ Mase and Puffy~~~
(THE NEW VERSION)
Cant Nobody Hold Me Down....
Now its on.. on the hot track
Melt like its hot wax
Put it out, all the stores
Bet you could shop that
Leave a ***** with a hot hat
Frontin like Bad Boy.. and got tracks
(***** stop that)
There's no guy slicker than this young fly *****
Nickel-Nine *****, floss you die quicker
The fed time, outta town pie flipper
Turned Cristal into a Crooked Ide's sipper
Everybody want to be fast.. see the cash
**** around a weak staff
Get a heat rash
Anything in Bad Boy way, we smash (smash)
Hundred feet stash
Push a bulletproof E-Class
I'm through with being a playa' and a baller
Just loan me one bad bit so I can sparlah
Mase wanna be the one you respect
Keep 'em in your decks
Rock Versace silks over spilled Brunette
Got green, never seen
So you suck my jewels
Clutch my ooze
Anything I touch I bruise
Puff make his own Lord
*****, **** your rules (That's right)
Goodfellas.. you know you can't touch this dude
Chorus:
DONT PUSH US
CUZ WERE CLOSE TO DA
...EDGE
WERE TRYIN NOT TO LOSE OUR HEAD
Uh...hah hah...hah
I get the feelin sometimes, it make me wonder
Why you wanna take us under
Why you wanna take us under
(x2)
Can't nobody take my pride
Can't nobody hold me down...Oh no
I got to keep on movin
Verse Two: Mase
Broken glass.. everywhere
If it ain't about no money, Puff I just don't care
I'm that goodfella, fly guy
Sometime wiseguy
Spend time in H-A-W-A, I-I
(Mase, can you please stop smokin 'La La')
Puff why try...I'm a thug, I'm a die high
I be out in Jersey, puffin hershey
Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby
No, I'm never drugged, honey when I'm in the club, G
Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me
Could it be I move as smooth as Bugsy
Or be at the bar with too much bubbly
Naw, I think it must be the girls, want to lust me
Or is it simply, the girls just love me
(Brothers wanna)
Rock my Rolls
Rock my clothes
Rock my ice
Pull out glocks
Stop my light
I'm like damn how these ****** got the cut
Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife
Do you think, you snake me.. cuz he hate me
Or you got a P-H-D
Player Haters Degree
Chorus
Verse Three: Mase
Quit that (uh huh)
You a big cat (yeaaa)
Where your chicks at (where)
Where your whips at (where they at)
Wherever you get stacks, I'm a fix that
Everything mass big dreams...I did that
Don't knock me cuz your borin'
I'm record sales soarin.. straight tourin
Simply a lot of men be wantin to hand me
Cuz their words just don't offend me
We spend cheese, In the West Indies
Then come home to plenty, Cream Bentleys
You name it.. I can claim it
Young black and famous
Wit' money hangin out their anus
And when you need a hit.. who you gonna get
Bet against us.. not a sho' bet
We made hits that'll rearrange your whole set
And got a Benz, that I ain't even drove yet
Chorus
Outro:
*(Repeats and fades til end)
Can't nobody take my pride
Can't nobody hold me down.. Oh no
I got to keep on movin
2006-11-19 22:14:21 · answer #4 · answered by Swtnis 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The Message by Grandmaster Flash, Mele Mel & Duke Booty I think. I have the vinyl at home.
2006-11-19 22:13:25 · answer #5 · answered by Kronsteen of Spectre 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The Message - Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
and scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
'cuz the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
if I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
'cuz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cuz it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "You want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
'til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so...
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
2006-11-20 00:42:28 · answer #6 · answered by Matthew D 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Grandmaster Flash The Message Lyrics
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
and scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
'cuz the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
if I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
'cuz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cuz it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "You want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
'til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so...
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
2006-11-19 22:07:41 · answer #7 · answered by Jen 3 · 0⤊ 1⤋