we make it good volume 11: salem

salem mixes for fader
some trippy slowed down shit
the series

do y'all know about this band? some crazy crack-smoking motherfuckers out of nyc. i don't really care too much for their music but this mix is pretty cool.

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a little gansta love

1- missy elliot (ft nicole wray and big boi) - all in my grill
2- guerilla maab - fondren and main
3- foxy brown - no one's
4- brandy - wanna be down
5- isley brothers - between the sheets
6- jodeci - feenin'
7- aaliyah - one in a million
8- crime boss - put em up
9- 112 (bad boy remix) (ft the notorious b.i.g. and mase) - only you
10- warren g - gansta love
11- 2pac - thug n me, thug n u (first ya'll do me, then i'll fuck y'all!)
12- pimp tyte and esg - thug love
13- little italy (ft silkk the shocker) - ghetto fame
14- too $hort, 2pac, mc breed - for my hustlers
15- 8ball and mjg - it's like candy
16- da brat and jd - just wanna party
17- 2pac - live and die in la

by dj screw
part one
part two

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all we know how to do is screw it

mostly from don deal and dusk 2 dawn mixtapes. i found links to the dj screw discography, if such a thing could be complete, this is pretty close. hit me up ill give you the link. meantime, turn this up and enjoy.

part one
part two

1- if i ruled the world (nas + tupac)
2- big momma thang (lil kim + jay-z ) (one of my fav kim songs - original is great too, lyrics below)
3- rapper's ball/black superman (e-40/above the law) (this song is insane!!!)
4- can't stop the reign (shaq + biggie)
5- call me (daz)
6- i likes to funk (above the law)
7- sittin on top of the world (da brat)
8- what that mail like (spice 1)
9- snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg)
10- it's just the way it go (above the law)
11- show me u ain't a hater (too $hort)
12- u ain't never had a friend like me (tupac)

I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carots nigga
That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll
And play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy I
s it marriage Damn, this bitch is bad
Baby carriage Damn, I love that ass
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time why

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why youre mad at me

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on tv's, platinum CD's
Shit, I never faught
Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin, half a millin
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin mine
And I'm married to this
Ya'll strategy misses still plannin weddin's
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh

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DIG THIS SHIT

since the previous screw mixes have basically been badass things meant to blow out your speakers and take you to that other level in the sky...i toned it down with this one so you can slowly slide down the banister into one of those bean bag sacks made of sweet, smooth, and sexy sounds (with some exceptions in terms of subject matter)
uploaded some of my favorites individually

part one
part two

1- boom - mac mall
2- in the house/best friends - brandy
3- fire it up - da brat
4- bangen screw - woss ness
5- shinin - dj dmd/a week ago- jay-z
6- one more chance - notorious b.i.g.
7- g ride
8- high with the blanksta - point blank
9- tales from the hood - domino
10- bad news - too $hort
11- the game goes on - k-rino and z-ro
12-do g's get to go to heaven? - richie rich
13- reason for rhyme - eightball and mjg
14- lay your head on this pillow - richie rich
15-we can freak it - kurupt
16- g's roll 4 deep/swang and bang - esg (~20mins but so good)

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versatile style

dj screw: do g's get to go to heaven? - richie rich
(1) dj screw: reason for rhyme - mjg & eightball
(2) same song, different version

original mjg track on yt
original richie rich track on yt

i posted the richie rich song because the first version of reason for rhyme uses the richie rich beat and it makes the song so different from not only it's original version, but the second chopped/screwed version as well. you can enjoy both songs on totally different levels. another thing i love about dj screw's mixes. for a particularly great song, he will use it mulitple ways so you can really just trip out on them both and experience all their facets. like when he rewinds a certain lyric and plays it again and again and then just chops it up so the words are barely distinguishable. this happens on the second version. i like the first one a lot though because it lends this slow and sad character to the song once you've come from listening to the richie rich track, they follow each other on dj screw's mix. you can really focus on the lyrics in this one although the climax of the song sounds and feels totally different in each version. the second version is really epic because dj screw takes that climax to a whole nother level and it's so fucking amazing. he really goes wild on the turntables and picks out the craziest rhymes to play over and over again. i love when you can tell that dj screw had a lot of fun screwing the song and how much he just enjoys the song for itself. just the way he treats the best parts of this song can inform you about that i think. he makes you feel it just like it should be felt, in the club, all those bass vibrations, rhymes giving you goosebumps.

ps; new mix soon

lyrics
Verse 1, MJG, Eightball:
I'm MJG, the nigga with the versatile style
Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile
When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues
When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues
And take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass
It's been too long, you motherfuckers fittin to feel the south
Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe
I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit
Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch
I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard
For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job
You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself
And now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself
But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot
Mesmerized from all the bitches and the money you got
You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten years
And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career
Now listen here, what do we have, we got probable cause
To keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers, nigga

Remember back when we used to do this shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga beat
No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronic
Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach
Quick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UV
Groovey, like a nigga from a Batman movie
Real about the shit that I express over dope beats
You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street
Concrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,
Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz
And all I ever wanted to be was an emcee
Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me
Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drug
I'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga

My reason for rhyme
Because I'm true to this rap
My reason for rhyme
Because I'm real with this rap
My reason for rhyme
It ain't all about the cheese
Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's

Verse 2, MJG:
My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin
It's not about the fame and them bitches who be yellin
At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuck
Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up
I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order
And use my hand as a tape recorder
Jottin down all the information placed in front of me
The good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be
Now follow G, can you comprehend?
If you can then drink a shot of Hen
Hit this hand on your silver end
Friends don't be friends and foes don't be foes
However the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I suppose
I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paper
And I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony Draper
And I'll potray the man that I'm known to be
Dim the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG


Verse 3, Eightball:
Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hop
And watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mop
Drop presidents among me and my own folk
And let that bullshit walk among the past with ghosts
Ain't no hope of bein takin seriously
When limited avenues are given to me
So, naturally I take shit and make shit mine
Jackin only for position in this thing called rhyme
Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second
I could write some shit down that could get a gold record
Thought about not the first thing that I think about
MJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin out
Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue
Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed
Down for the shit I do, the Suave House crew
True to this shit, because this shit is so true

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dj screw : tupac - it ain't easy

tupac - it ain't easy by dj screw
--and an alternative version



it takes me a while to get through a mixtape, usually i'll listen to each one all the way through at work and add the songs with beats and lyrics that catch my ear to a playlist and then i go home and figure out track names and rearrange the tracks into other playlists for my personal purposes. so i noticed this tupac song but i didn't pay that much attention to it until i was driving khrystean home late one night and i turned the stereo up because i could tell the song was about to get good. i love this song because it has this beautiful, sunny, happy-go-lucky beat to it that makes me think of driving around in the summer sunshine, "getting high, watchin the cops roll by", "late night hangin out til the sunrise". it's just so great. and then tupac is rapping about prison, having nightmares about getting killed, dreaming of being a rap star, his cousins dying...really dark stuff. i really like the contrast of light and dark in the music and lyrics.

lyrics
Keepin it real
I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguments with my Boo is true
I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game
I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh
It ain't easy, that's my motto
Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle
Everybody wanna know if I'm insane
My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke
Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high
Watchin the cops roll by
It ain't easy... that's right

It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free

I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin
Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin
Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin
A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died
I wonder why this the way it is, even now
Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild
Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin
Doin twenty to life in San Quentin
Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life
And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure
Rather have you behind bars than triggers
But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots
Til I see my niggaz free on the block
But no it ain't easy, hahahah
Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh
It ain't easy

Lately been reminiscin
bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block
Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks
It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams
of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
through the years tryin to stack a little green
I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home
Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in
this high powered cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what
do I do in these county blues
Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell
Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail
But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked
They violated my probation, and it seems
I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile
It ain't easy
No it ain't easy

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hos and chains and swangin thangs

there's really only one problem with riding my bike around all the time instead of driving my car. that crucial window of time between chilling at home getting ready to go out and arriving at my destination is now filled only with the sounds of wind and my own curses at various driving/walking idiots and my random and unquietable thoughts. that window is especially important when you're kinda fucked up and going somewhere to get more fucked up...it's so so good to be able to just get in a car and let the music really get you to that level that you need to be at when or before you arrive. the bike ride just can't do that for me (yet). so at a rare moment this past weekend i was able to savor the beauty of operating a motor vehicle and letting the music (specifically this music) take me to that special level. i had the pleasure of sharing it with passengers who i believe were transported somewhere similar. so i'm passing the pleasure onto you.

chopped/screwed by dj screw, noted the artists and albums if known
1- leave me alone (greatest hits)
2- ride my car (playaz nite)
3- no time for fake ones (ft puff daddy) - lil kim (100% business)
4- let's go dippin - king tee (9 fo shit)
5- what you want - mc breed (9 fo shit)
6- recognize (ft the twins) - warren g (9 fo shit)
7- havin thangs - big mike (9 fo shit)
8- hypnotize (biggie vs pac)
9- respect (biggie vs pac)
10- g's perspective - mr. mike (blowin big behind tint)
11- house wife (the legend)
12- cds and lps (all work, no play)
13- playaz nite (playaz nite)

i'm pretty sure the track by lil kim is one of the dirtiest i've ever heard, however i think it's fantastic. it's one of the songs i try to sing while i'm on my bike to emulate what it would be like if i was listening in my car. needless to say i've had little luck. "nuthin make a woman feel betta than barettas and amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz"
the warren g track is chopped so well, i love finding out which lyrics dj screw chooses to rewind and play over again, like he just loves those flows so much that he had to hear it again (and he thinks you should too). and again. and sometimes like 4 times in a row. but it sounds so good. i also like finding out where the rappers hail from, like warren g says "east side til i die" and even though i don't know what east side he's talking about, i like hearing all the various 'sides' of the country/city that are given shoutouts.

bangin screw mix part one, part two

p.s. david banner, bun b and z-ro at austin music hall on tue dec 9 for (cheapest) $37 or as much at $147
and
ice cube at mohawk on sun dec 14

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color changin' campaign

color changin' click - bobby booshay

Some info from mixtapetorrent.com where i downloaded this torrent:
This second mixtape released by the Color Changin' Click in late 2001 is all freestyles and features the regular members of the click, Chamillionaire, Paul Wall, 50-50 Twin & Lew Hawk, and also some other random Houston rappers including Lil O, Lil Shane, Big Tho, Big Pic of the Swisha House, Lil Nate, Chris Ward, Poppy, Diction, Foulmouth, HP, Lestor Roy, and Mr. Brown.

The CD is called Bobby Booshay because he was the Waterboy in the movie of the same name and as a click, C.C.C. felt that they were underestimated by people and came up from the bottom like the waterboy did.

When this CD was first released it was a big deal in HTown and people were going crazy over the hot freestyles. People started recognizing that C.C.C. could make it big and succeed without Swisha House, which then led to other Swisha House rappers leaving and starting their own mixtape groups.

tracklist/some faves you can download:
1. Paul Wall & Chamillionaire (Best U Can Beat) [2:55]
"datin your sister and momma and i love em both, i would take em to the mall and buy em stuff but i'm broke haha"
2. 50-50 Twin (Unknown Beat) [2:15]
3. Chris Ward & Big Tho (Knock Yourself Out Beat) [3:12]
4. Poppy, Chamillionaire & Paul Wall - (What It Is Right Now Beat) [3:37]
freestyles about answering machine messages
5. 50-50 Twin & Lew Hawk (Dead Wrong Beat) [3:32]
6. Diction, Foulmouth & HP (U Don't Know Beat) [3:17]
7. Lil O (Oochie Wally Beat) [1:20]
8. Paul Wall, Lil Shane, Chamillionaire & Lew Hawk (Waterboyz Beat) [5:22]
9. Mr. Brown (Grimey Beat) [4:07]
10. 50-50 Twin, Paul Wall, Chamillionaire & Lew Hawk (Help Beat) [5:47]
11. Lil Nate & Lestor Roy (Ballin Outta Control Beat) [3:09]
12. Paul Wall, Lew Hawk & Chamillionaire (Cut Song Beat) [4:38]
"catch me at a frat party up at ut austin, excuse me lisa ray do you come here often?" - then raps about fairy tales (little red riding hood/3 blind mice), tongue twisters (peter piper), and kids songs (frosty the snowman)
13. Big Pic (Bakardi Slang Beat) [1:22]
14. Paul Wall, Billy Cook & Chamillionaire (Can't Deny It Beat) [4:23]
15. Paul Wall & Chamillionaire (Hotboyz Beat) [4:21]

and don't miss the opportunity to own a grill by paul wall. i am personally enamored with the 'don't f#!$ with texas' grill.

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one day by ugk

one day (chopped and screwed)


lyrics
3-2
Mama put me out at only fourteen
So I start sellin crack cocaine and codeine
Time to stack some paper think I'm a do it quick
Thinkin I'm a juvenile but they dont know who they messin wit, yeah
My mama's only son
But I live everyday like its my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'm a die
But if I die or should I say if I go
Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go
Cause tomorrow aint promised to me
The only thing promised to a playa is the penetentiary
So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip
Watch my back sellin crack and pack two clips
When ya think about that you say "it'll be on"
Its a trip youre here today but the next day youre gone

One day youre here, baby
But then youre gone (repeat)

Bun B
This world we livin in man it aint nuthin but drama
Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas gettin shot fo bombers
Now they got yo life in the former they in like California
Niggas who roll that hydroponic-marijuana
Gangbangin got the ghetto hotter than a sauna
Back in Orange my nigga Pop died on the corner
Behind a funky-ass dice game
I saw once before he died wished it was twice mayn
I remember bein eight deep off in Chucky crib
Lettin us act bad not givin a fuck what we did
When we lost him I knew the world was comin to the end
And I had to quit lettin that devil push me to a sin
My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten
But now it looks like when he come out man I'm goin in
So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fuckin zone
Cause one day you here but the next day you gone

One day you here baby
But then youre gone (repeat)

Pimp C
I'm up early cuz aint enough light in the daytime
Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line
Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes
Ak loader as I get swallowed under city lights
Niggas be lookin shife so I look shife back
Cant show no weakness in these streets you'll get yo life jacked
Mayn its a trip where i stay especially for me
This bitches tryin to lock me up for the whole century
They gave my boy down in Florida Dante 19
I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean
My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I aint no liar
My man RoRo jus lost his baby in a house fire
And then when I got on my knees that night to pray
I asked God why he let these killas live and take my homeboy's son away
Man if you got kids show em you love em cuz God jus might call em home
Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone

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smoker's anthem by z-ro

original

chopped and screwed

lyrics
[ Interlude ]
I'sa root 4 like a domino and found me' cuzin froze,
soar like an eagle on the porch smokin a
mule den I go sit down pon' de centa',
and fill it up this swisher,
time 2 lick and roll ganja now smoke up,
digest, cums the smoka' time 2 start choke,
now ignite killa, man getta puff hand de' dro since I,m
da' one dats pimpin' da pen and da' who checks da frint doh',
im not goin' 2 put da' sweet out cuz i hear knock pon' de door.

[ verse 1 ]
I'mma getta box phillies from out da' sto' and cum rite bak'
then I'mma roll a phillie fat as a finga and lite that,
lemon lime, hydro and regular pine, u know i like dat,
un da' influence a' sticky theres no need 2 fight back,
cuz I luv it when i be lifted alla' my years be dun' shifted,
one deep be up in da car comin out cuz I'm so talented and gifted,
skoopin up nuthin but playas and we're thang in da same,
nuthin but flippin and sippin, and runnin a train on mary jane,
love it mane. Roolin up and blowin up all day,
posted up in da rear view inn smellin good in da hallway.
Put a wet towel up unda' doh' but it aint
enuff 2 stop da do'do' and lite da pojo,
I'm about 2 rep da logo smoke on in a tinted out 4 doh'.

[ hook ]
Nuthin but swisher smokin 2 nite, anything that you want from
you gotta wait till i get high, I'm not kappin,
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/iTA ]
butonly stinky green is on my mind,
well if you wanna match dis weed well i think we can compromise.

[ verse 2 ]
I'mma huff, and I'mma puff cuz I done made it da' habit from point
a ta' b and even ta' point c im searchin 4 sum cabbage.
Hold up look up in da sky is it a bird?
Is it a plane? No its them dem so lovely its mary jane.
I'll admit I'mma a fiend 4 nuthin but codiene and killa green wit a
24 hour high and lean cuz I'm always smokkin on da scene.
Everybody wanna out me 2 da test,
I'm just tryna ease da tention and stress.
In hale but I gotta "let it go" congested in my chest,
in an attempt 2 bust a long hydroponics got me sprung,
goin broke behind dis woman and willin 2 spend all my funds,
I goota get a fat sack wit 1 double o wit lifted dats 4 sho doh'.
And lite da pojo imma bout 2 rep da
logo smoke on in a tinted out 4 doh'.

[ hook ]

[ verse 3 ]
I'm liter than al, tryna smoke myself into
anotha deminsion pleeze lite up dat dare', cuz i really need 2 calm
my nerves I be trippin dats why I gotta stay smokin and 2 keep all
my fantasies really a challenge and I'm vilently chokin nigga gone
drop 85 mo' sack fatter than a fat back nigga think would we r-a 2
the n-k everyday all day stimulaing in my mind guerilla maab
1 deep and 1 of a kind, betta not crush dat luv,
betta pass if you wanna live, puff puff give on da cool I'm sick
of my buzz acopocko or gold (skunk) get da red air pump,
cuz I'm blowin kill, even if im on paper 4 pullin a caper,
I gotta be blowin steel and you know its real (burnin kill)
put a wet towel up unda da doh', but it aint enuff 2 stop da do'do
and lite da pojo imma bout 2 rep da logo smoke on in a tinted out 4 doh'.

[ hook ]

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