(12-12-2018 05:24 PM)Unionman76 Wrote: this was recorded at stax's in 1968, unreal
whoa...psychedelic
smell of incense....wow Hippie drums would have been a nice addition to that one...lol
wa-wa horns in the Rasp Rug...lol
there is a new box set out named Stax ’68: A Memphis Story
it has everything recorded at stax in 1968, 134 songs
the group above named southwest f.o.p. was doing a song by west coast experimental band, two guys in the fop band were dan seals and john colley where later performed as english dan and john ford coley. dan seals is the brother of jim seals, who was in the band seals and croft
Memphis homeboy Moneybagg yo and lil baby.....all of a sudden
Ugh ugh ugh
Fed ****
Ayy, gangster **** only nigga
Lil Baby what's poppin'?
DMac got me too bangin'
All four of my pockets full now
I can't be totin' no handguns (Glock)
Unless that ***** come with a thirty (with a thirty)
I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes
Unless that ***** come with a buddy (with a friend)
I can't be drivin' no regular cars (skrt)
That ***** gotta come with a button (a button)
I was broke like a while back
Now I'm up all of a sudden
I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget (send me that)
I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber (slip in that)
I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy
I just came home with nothin' (woo)
Now I'm up all of a sudden (hey)
Now I'm up all of a sudden (hey)
Now I'm up all of a sudden (hey, hey)
Moneybagg, Moneybagg (**** with it)
I'm in the booth with a money bag
Here go the bricks, where the money at?
Give me a load, I ain't comin' back
I make 'em shoot where your stomach at
We gon' pull up where your mama at
Runnin' through hoes like a running back
We can **** but you can't call this number back
If you knew better, baby you'd do better
I got plenty hoes, call me Hugh Hefner
I'm with MoneyBagg, we went four federal
Four Pockets, Bread Gang, who better?
I can't be totin' no handguns
Unless that ***** come with a thirty
I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes
Unless that ***** come with a buddy
I can't be drivin' no regular cars
That ***** gotta come with a button
I was broke like a while back
Now I'm up all of the sudden
I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget
I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber
I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy
If I said **** you I meant that
I'm whippin' this coupe, I ain't rent that
The **** that you savin', I spent that
And if you want smoke you can get that
I just want proof of the backend
Any time I **** her I hit from the back end
I'm pullin' her hair while I dig in her
She like hold up baby, keep my tracts in
I can't hit that ***** raw, got a glove on me
I'm in the trap with the drugs one me
I just went bonkers all up, exclusive gang
Fly as **** like a dove on me
Diamonds wet like a tub on me
Hurricane Harvey, flood on me
Left the spot with a dub on me
Walk in the spot, ******* tug on me
I can't be totin' no handguns
Unless that ***** come with a thirty
I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes
Unless that ***** come with a buddy
I can't be drivin' no regular cars
That ***** gotta come with a button
I was broke like a while back
Now I'm up all of the sudden
I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget
I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber
I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my kush be muddy
I just came home with nothin'
Now I'm up all of the sudden
Hey, now I'm up all of the sudden, hey
Now I'm up all of the sudden
I just came home with nothin'
Now I'm up all of the sudden
Hey, now I'm up all of the sudden, hey
Now I'm up all of the sudden
Ahhh Cardi!
Turn around, **** it all the way up
Bust it down, turn around, **** it all the way up
Bust it down, turn around, **** it—look
Let's get it straight, girl, you don't need a nigga for nothin'
Lookin' better every day, you got that Benjamin Button
Claimin' he don't got a girl, you know niggas be frontin'
You don't need no ***** comin' up to you as a woman (ayy)
And you a boss, so you hate when niggas waste time
You too pretty to be paused on the FaceTime
Damn, I'm just statin' the facts
You hate that like you hate when niggas tell you, "relax" (What the **** you mean, "relax"?)
You want somethin' more than just physical (word)
It's been a while since you met someone original (word)
You spend your time drinkin' wine in your livin' room
All that good *****, can't find the one to give it to (what?)
Issa, issa shame (issa shame)
You see me, see the squad, issa gang (issa gang)
You see him, issa bum, issa lame (issa lame) But issa difference 'tween me and what's-his-name (ayy)
I swear to God, word to Mase (ayy)
I'ma drink this Henny to the face (ayy)
**** a condom, I'ma bring Saran Wrap
I can't let no good ***** go to waste (ayy)
Back, back-backin' it up
I'm the king of talkin' ****, then backin' it up (ayy)
Back, back-backin' it up
Throw that **** over here, girl, that's what it's for (what you say?)
You know how to go and get a bag, don't you? (ayy)
You know how to make a ***** mad, don't you (ayy)
Make your ex wanna get it back, that's a fact
Say it louder for the ******* in the back (ayy) I know to go and get a bag, don't I (don't I)
I know how to get a ***** mad, don't I (yeah)
Make my ex wanna get it back, that's a fact
Say it louder for the ******* in the back (ayy)
Back, back-backin' it up
I'm the queen of talkin' ****, then I'm backin' it up (yeah)
Back, back-backin' it up
Throw that money over here, nigga, that's what it's for (what you say?)
Look, said I was gettin' some head, get-gettin' some head
Ran down on a *****, she almost pissed on her leg
******* think they fuckin' with me, must be sick in the head
Why don't you chill with the beef and get some chicken instead?
Got the crown, shut it down, how they hype up in the 6
If she dead, let her lay won't bring no life into this *****
Lookin' this good should be a sin, you should call me cinnamon
Cardi B, bad *****, those is fuckin' synonyms
We see who winnin' (see who winnin'), we see who got it (see who got it)
You see I'm still in the bank makin' deposits (cash)
You see who switched up sides and who was solid (who was solid)
You see who stuck to the code and who forgot it
Talk about it, *****
You know how to go and get a bag, don't you? (ayy)
You know how to make a ***** mad, don't you (ayy)
Make your ex wanna get it back, that's a fact
Say it louder for the ******* in the back (ayy) I know to go and get a bag, don't I (don't I)
I know how to get a ***** mad, don't I (yeah)
Make my ex wanna get it back, that's a fact
Say it louder for the ******* in the back (ayy)
Back, back-backin' it up
I'm the king of talkin' ****, then backin' it up (ayy)
Back, back-backin' it up
Throw that **** over here, girl, that's what it's for (what you say?)
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"Expect me (Tiger) like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me (Tiger), I’m coming, hahaha..."
tupac shakur...until the end of time
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need and I'll never leave
Honestly, someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thing to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to know he'd do the same thing if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the times we be acting up call the cops
Bringing a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away...... till the end of time
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know, I don't hang around the house much
This all night, money making got me outta touch, sh*t
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walking solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear, listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homey had a baby by my old girl
But I ain't tripping, I'm a player, I ain't sweating him
I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican
His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away........... till the end of time
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away.......... till the end of time
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but death row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinking Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath
While begging me to keep the peace
What I can see closer to achieve
In times of danger don't freeze, time to be a G
Follow my lead, I'll supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the training to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about more
Getting raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
So I can fly away.......... till the end of time
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away,,,,,,,,,, till the end of time
Till the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time
If an angel comes down and takes me away
Memories of me and my songs will always stay
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly...... till the end of time
Till the end of time
Our crew is better than your crew. See ya on the court.
Go Tigers Go !
crew...goldlink
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don't act like I'm your man
You just a fan, you don't hold rank
Don't hold no rank
Bet against a real ass TIGER with a sick ass mouth
And a slick ass flow
Catch-a-bullet-'round-me-nigga and a player when
I'm coming for the kitty, I'm a fool, g*dd*mn
Do it for my TIGERS in the ghost right there
Do it for my TIGERS in the ghost right now
Fakers got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
And it wasn't for the boy right now
*******, what a time, what a year
We are what them young boys fear
I kill, never been killed, that's real, no lies
You can tell that from our pulse right now
Bet you wanna f*ck me now
Bet you wanna love me down
Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J said
But know I'm down
Freaky Deaky show me something
Shake it like you owe me something
Pushing on the ***** like a button
Came four times, fifth time you gushing
Still getting rowdy in the function
B*tches on my dick like it's nothing
Everywhere I go now, always got sh*t bumping, jumping, bumping, jumping, yeah
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
Got my piece in Southeast, got her clapping to this beat
She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
She said "But I live in the hills" b*tch, that’s just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I'm a savage
In traffic with MAC 11’s
Baddest b*tch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I'm her daddy
Does she know a tiger ain't average?
Ain't nothing wrong with fake asses
B*tch, turn around let's make magic
I'm geeking, uh huh I'm on it
Don't look at me like you want it
Tell 'em that we ain't stunting
In fourth down we ain't punting it
King of District of Columbia
Can't come here without a permit
This sh*t really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don't act like I'm your man
You just a fan, you don't hold rank
Don't hold no rank
D.A. got that dope!
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them, "hold it, don't you panic"
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
She loves ******* undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z ****, this that Z **** (This that Z ****)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z ****, this that Z **** (This that Z ****)
Blow the brains out the coupe (Boo)
Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (Woo-woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (Ice)
**** her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
She an addict (Addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (Drippin')
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (Free, free)
When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (Hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them, "hold it, don't you panic"
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
******* undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
This that Z ****, this that Z ****
In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin'
If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin'
Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin'
I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil' baby ride the dick like a seesaw
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl you just a fling, that ain't what I mean
Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z ****, this that Z **** (This that Z ****)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z ****, this that Z **** (This that Z ****)
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha
I'm shutting this thing down right now.
Turn the lights on.
Everybody go home. Boom outta here.
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The Bill Black's Combo's performance of Smokie Part 2 and Yogi in the motion picture "Teenage Millionaire" (1961).
In 1959, Bill Black joined a group of musicians which became Bill Black's Combo. The members in the video are Bill Black (bass); Hank Hankins (guitar); Martin Willis (saxophone); Bobby Emmons (piano); Jerry Arnold (drums). Bill Black was Elvis' bassist and a pioneer of the Rockabilly sound.
Bobby Emmons would go on to play on many many great songs here in Memphis & then followed Chips Moman & the Memphis Boys to Nashville.
Born in Corinth, Mississippi, Emmons began his career as a member of the famed Bill Black Combo and played keyboards in the original house band at Hi Records studios, before joining the American Studios crew formed by producer “Chips” Moman. That celebrated group also featured guitarist Reggie Young, drummer Gene Chrisman, pianist Bobby Wood, and bassists Mike Leech and Tommy Cogbill. Among the iconic recordings on which Emmons and his fellow players appeared were “Suspicious Minds,” by Elvis Presley, Dusty Springfield’s “Son of a Preacher Man” and “Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond. Between 1962 and 1972, they played on more than 100 chart hits.
Emmons’ piano and organ playing was also heard on recordings by Wilson Pickett, Garth Brooks, Townes Van Zandt and Roy Orbison. As a songwriter, he had cuts by the likes of George Strait (“So Much Like My Dad”), Waylon Jennings (“Luckenbach, Texas,” “Women Do Know How to Carry On” and “Wurlitzer Prize”) and Tanya Tucker (“Love Me Like You Used To”). The latter song, co-written by the late Paul Davis, was also recorded by Johnny Cash in 1985.
One of my favorite songs off of Astroworld got a music video. The song features relative unkown Don Tolliver, who is a Houston native who Travis wanted to blow up.
"Scotty Moore comes up with his greatest post-Sun guitar lick and not only converts a comparatively humdrum Pomus-Shuman teen love triangle number into the best of Elvis's early sixties hits but (together with D.J. Fontana's heavy-footed thunderation) gives more than a few pointers toward the metallic rock to come."
"Little Sister" is a Rock and Roll song written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman. It was originally released as a single in 1961 by American singer Elvis Presley, who enjoyed a No. 5 hit with it on the Billboard Hot 100. The single (as a double A-side with "(Marie's the Name) His Latest Flame") also reached No. 1 in the UK Singles Chart. An answer song with the same melody, but different lyrics was recorded and released under the title "Hey, Memphis" by LaVern Baker on Atlantic Records (Atlantic 2119-A) in September 1961. Elvis Presley performs the song as part of a medley with "Get Back" in the 1970 rockumentary film Elvis: That's the Way It Is.
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Kiss me once or twice
Then say it's very nice
And then you run
Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister done
Well, I dated your big sister
And took her to a show
I went for some candy
Along came Jim Dandy
And they snuck right out of the door
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Kiss me once or twice
Then say it's very nice
And then you run
Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister done
Every time I see your sister
Well, she's got somebody new
She's mean and she's evil
Like that old Boll Weevil
Guess I'll try my luck with you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Kiss me once or twice
Then say it's very nice
And then you run
Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister done
Well, I used to pull your pigtails
And pinch your turned-up nose
But you been a growin'
And, baby, it's been showin'
From your head down to your toes
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Kiss me once or twice
Then say it's very nice
And then you run
Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister done
Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister done
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anybody like a new music thread?
