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1,983 | Spend Some Time | Eminem | [Intro: Eminem]
If there's any bitches in this room
Then there's somethin' I gotta say
For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way
I've been down that road
And now I'm back, sittin' on square one
Tryin' to pick myself up where I started from
[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
I never woulda thought that I'd see you out of control
Even though my penis was deep down in your hole
You should know, between us, we was like mates of soul
Nothin' could intervene us, especially no hoes
You was more so the chalant type I chose
'Til more shows, haunted you nights, I suppose
That's how it go: with time spent, emotion grows
In the beginning friends, we decided to roll
So who's responsible when you get excited, explode
And Obie's grinnin', then you invite that Obie's cold
But bitches they gon' talk, niggas they gon' hate
We established this way before we became mates
So what's required is that you chill with all that fire
Get your desire when I retire and—
[Chorus: Dina Rae & Eminem]
Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine (Ha-ha)
I never thought I'd find someone to be mine
Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line
Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine
You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem]
I used to say I never met a girl like you before
Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are
Almost went as far as introducin' you to my daughters
'Til you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers
Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for
Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore
You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours
All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls
If you recall, I used to treat you like a groupie broad
When we fucked, I refused to even take my jewelry off
But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off
It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on
You started gettin' moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue
And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me
And who'da even knew that? Who would'a even thought possibly
Cupid could shoot another one of them Goddamn darts at me?
It's true that I got shot in the heart
But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are
But see, when you're in it, it's too hard to see
'Til you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach
Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat
Before you make a decision that's life-altering
And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave
You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring
[Chorus: Dina Rae & Eminem]
Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine (Ha-ha)
I never thought I'd find someone to be mine
Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line
Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine (Ha-ha)
[Interlude: Stat Quo]
Ha, ha, yeah right, bitch
Spend some time on my dick
[Verse 3: Stat Quo]
In most cases, Stat's attitude is, "Fuck a bitch!"
My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch
But you was different, thought we shared a covenant
Even held your hand in pub-a-lic
We sufferin' because of this
Shawty on some whole 'nother other shit
Tryin' to play slick, thinkin' I'ma trick off grip
I'll admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit
Feedin' you the best of me, I should've fed you piss
We started off closer than close
But who could've predicted to know
Your trifling ways would'a stopped our growth?
And the final result, back in that same boat
I asked myself: "Do I love these hoes?" — Nope!
[Verse 4: 50 Cent]
(Yeah) Em introduced us: "50, this is Tanya, Tanya, this is 50"
Then slid off and left her to kick it with me
I complimented her, I said, "You have very nice lips."
With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick
We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast
Had her comin' over in a cab to give me some ass
Downtown Manhattan, on the balcony, stare at the skyline
Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind
She got to talkin', talkin' like an opportunist too
Why talk, when suckin' my dick is the real career move?
Said she's an aspiring actress, she do videos for practice
Yeah, yeah, know how many times I done heard that shit? (Ha-ha!)
[Chorus: Dina Rae & Eminem]
Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine
I never thought I'd find someone to be mine
Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line
Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine46 | Rap | 12 | 11 | 2,004 | 237,400 |
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1,987 | Sure Shot | Beastie Boys | [Intro]
I love you
[Refrain: Beastie Boys]
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Mike D, come and rock the sure shot
[Verse 1: Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA]
I've got the brand new doo-doo, guaranteed like Yoo-hoo
I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu
I'm a newlywed, not a divorcee (yeah)
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey
Well it's the taking of the Pelham 1, 2, 3
If you want a doo-doo rhyme, then come see me
I've got the savoir faire with the unique rhymin'
I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time, and
Strictly handheld is the style I go
Never rock the mic with the pantyhose
I strap on my ear goggles, and I'm ready to go
‘Cause at the boards is the man they call the Mario
You pull up at the function, and you know I Kojak
To all the party people that are on my Bozac
I've got more action than my man, John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Carew (yeah)
You might also like[Refrain: Beastie Boys]
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
You know you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Ad-Rock, come and rock the sure shot
[Verse 2: Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA]
Hurra-, Hurra-
Cane will cross fade on your ass and bust your eardrums
Listen, everybody, 'cause I'm shifting gears
I'm fresh like Dougie when I get my specs
And on the microphone, I come correct
Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop
Top notch is my stock on the soapbox
I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs
And that's a lot because I've got my share (oohh, weee)
I've got a hole in my head, and there's no one to fix it
I gotta straighten my thoughts
I'm thinking too much (yeah) sick shit
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes
I'll have to step back, I gotta contemplate
Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very on
Rock the microphone, and then I'm gone
I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard
Never quittin', so won't you listen
[Interlude]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, yes, indeed, it's fun time
[Refrain: Beastie Boys]
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
MCA, come and rock the sure shot
[Verse 3: Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA]
I want to say a little something that's long overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the end
Well, you say I'm twenty-something, then I should be slacking
But I'm working harder than ever, and you could call it macking
So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch just watching my TV
I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the CD
Well, I'm that kid in the corner
All fucked up, and I wanna, so I'm gonna (yeah)
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quittin'
Think I'm-a change up my style just to fit in
I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all the nations
Like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication
[Refrain: Beastie Boys]
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Keep on and rockin' the sure shot
[Outro]
B-boys, b-girls...
Tick-tock, tick-tick...tock-tock9 | Punk | 31 | 5 | 1,994 | 129,421 |
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1,988 | The Plan | J. Cole | [Hook]
One time for the plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Live for the moment, be hot
Act like you want it, reach high
Now we ain't known, but we try
Now holla back and reply
[Verse 1]
Feel like I lived for this moment
I see it in their eyes, them other guys don't want it
My style they can crown it, but can't dethrone it
I was aiming for the top and now I I I'm on it
What a powerful performance
I was in my zone, send flowers for opponents
Tell 'em "Get well soon"
Cause I ain't in the mood
So if you read that word backwards then it should spell 'doom'
I'm on fire, y'all can inhale fumes, as I zoom by ya
As you thinking, 'Who's higher?'
Fueled by a desire you should admire
That's why I'm what they aspire to be 'fore they retire
A livin' legend, with God givin' blessings
And game so cold they probably watching this in Heaven
Expecting the incredible, so baby watch me do that
And make the Angels say 'Lord, how he do that?'
You might also like[Hook]
One time for the plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Live for the moment, be hot
Act like you want it, reach high
Now we ain't known, but we try
Now holla back and reply
One time for the plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Live for the moment, be hot
Act like you want it, reach high
Now we ain't known, but we try
Now holla back and reply
[Verse 2]
A champion's mentality
And so I'm scoring, ignoring the fact you're fouling me
And one, where I go you can't come
I was schooling your father boy, that make you my grandson
I've been around the block twice, now my shot nice
No referee but best believe out here I got stripes
Now that they finally consider me a legit scorer
Would you believe I started off as a bench-warmer?
Have me feelin' like Master Splinter
Now the haters and commentators say 'there's a winner'
Hey, hard work pay off, now I don't take a day off
I rest not, I guess that's why your best shot? Way off
These are the things that dreams are made of
The sweep, no time for sleep, when you're elite
If what you reap is what you sow, then what was you expecting?
Expect to come in second
While I become a legend
[Hook]
One time for the plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Live for the moment, be hot
Act like you want it, reach high
Now we ain't known, but we try
Now holla back and reply
One time for the plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Live for the moment, be hot
Act like you want it, reach high
Now we ain't known, but we try
Now holla back and reply
[Outro]
Why don't you reach for the sky?
You don't believe you can fly?
I guess I'll see you when you get here
I guess I'll see you when you get here
Why don't you reach for the sky?
You don't believe you can fly?
I guess I'll see you when you get here
I guess I'll see you when you get here
[Hook]
One time for the plan
Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands
Live for the moment, be hot
Act like you want it, reach high
Now we ain't known, but we try
Now holla back and reply1 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 9 | 2,010 | 9,506 |
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1,990 | Suckas | Jay Electronica | [Verse 1]
This goes out to those that choose to use
Disrespectful views
On the game of H-i
P-H-o-p, we terrorizing you misfits
These wack emcees got the game twisted
We don't give a fuck about your rings or your chains
Your four-dot six Range
Or Frankie B jeans
I came in the game muhfucka, it's death to the bling
Jay Elect reign supreme over everything
Meet the heavenly man, mics in my hand I rip 'em
Brrrr-ha stick 'em ha-ha-ha stick 'em
Wack rappers we vick 'em
And leave 'em for dead
For spitting that wack shit
That they see in they head
Mufucka'
A new beginning - Forever
[Verse 2]
The last dragon, carrying weight like Oprah
Redeemer of Abnner Louima and Sankofa
I mash out more posses than Billy and Fame
Sucka emcees rock ice but they really in flames
Eighty-five think they free but they really in chains
Talking that big willie looking silly and strange
Earthquakes and rain, hail, snow, locusts and bees
All of the above is caused by the dopest emcees
Back day I used to rock Adidas open with Lees
Windmill on the cardboard and close with the freeze
Silly suckas
You might also like[Verse 3]
It's War with The Dragon, visit your day see god
Spar with a passion, this is your day swing hard
As I spark your imagi-nation it may seem odd
This world is crazy hard, but it made me god
Rock with the blastmaster of rock with a rap masters
The Notorious BIG and 2Pac were the last pastors
I gotta grab the, torch and lead the flock to the pastures
Return of the Jedi, who stud-ied under the master
Jakes wanna creep me, the eighth beast seeks to defeat me
I'm feelin leapy, Homeland Security breechy
They can't compete B, my Third Eye vision is 3D
Seeing what Maussan couldn't civilize in the BC
Rap is a misfit, a cheap trick covered with lipstick
Yappin about freaknik, and plattin about deep-dish
War with The Dragon, I'm here to clash with the beast
Harass the Police, in the process of establishing peace
Forever!2 | Alternative | null | null | null | 9,091 |
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1,991 | Love You More | Eminem | [Intro]
Still love me? Take this
You ready? One, two, three!
[Chorus]
The more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say you hate me, I just love you more
You don't want me, I just want you more
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me
I know it's sad but it's makin' me happy
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on
'Cause you love me and I love you more
[Verse 1]
It's sick, but who could ever predict we'd be doin' the same shit?
We say we do it for our baby, but we don't
We do it for us, it's lust 'cause neither one
Of us trust each other, so we fuck till we bust
And we cuss each other out, we know what it's about, shout
Till I throw you out the house, you throw me out the house
I throw you on the couch, punch you in the mouth
Fist fight 'til we turn this mother out
Then apologize after, laughter, pain
It's insane, we're back in the same chapter again
And it's sad, but it's true, when I'm layin' here with you
There ain't nothin' anyone could ever say or ever do 'cause—
You might also like[Chorus]
The more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say you hate me, I just love you more
You don't want me, I just want you more
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me
I know it's sad, but it's makin' me happy
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on
'Cause you love me and I love you more
[Verse 2]
'Cause I hate you, do you hate me?
Good, 'cause you're so fuckin' beautiful when you're angry
It makes me wanna just take you and just throw you
On the bed and fuck you like I don't even know you
You fuck other people and I fuck other people
You're a slut, but I'm equal, I'm a mutt, we're both evil
In our ways, but neither one of us would ever admit it
'Cause one of us would have one up on the other, so forget it
We can make accusations, people spread rumors
But they ain't got proof, till they do it's just the two of us
It's you and me, 'cause any chick can say that she's screwin' me
But you gotta believe me to a degree 'cause true indeed
If you didn't, I wouldn't be hittin' — yeah, I would
'Cause the sex is too damn good, if I ran who would I run to
That would be this soft and warm?
So it's off and on, usually more off than on
But at least we know that we share this common bond
You're the only one I can fuck without a condom on
I hope the only reason that I cope is 'cause of that fact
And plus, I can bust in that, and that's why—
[Chorus]
The more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say you hate me, I just love you more
You don't want me, I just want you more
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me
I know it's sad but it's makin' me happy
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on
'Cause you love me and I love you more
[Verse 3]
I can never understand it, that's why I don't try
From junior high until we both die, it's silly
Oh, why must we try? Is it really so rough
That we must always call each other's Billy Goat's Gruff?
Try to pull each other's legs until the other begs
We're lyin' to ourselves, that's the beauty of it, yeah
'Cause we truly love each other, that's why we always fightin'
All we do is shove each other every other fuckin' night
And it's clear it ain't gonna change, it's pent-up rage
We both have, we both feel like we've been upstaged
By someone else, we've both been someone else's
"Someone else," problem is neither one wants help
It's an addiction and it can't be fixed
Our family's mixed up, there's a baby sister in the mix
And it hurts 'cause the pieces to the puzzle don't fit
And anybody who thinks they know us doesn't know shit
And they're probably just tired of hearin' it all the time
On every song, every lyric in every rhyme
All the hoopla, all of the whoopty-woo
What you put me through, fuckin' whoopty-do
But I won't be made a fool of, if this is true love
You wouldn't do what you did last time, you wouldn't screw up
This time, 'cause this time, girl, I'm tellin' you what
You do it again, I'm fuckin' you up no matter what
[Bridge]
No matter what you say, or what you do
I'mma hunt you down till I find you
No matter where you run, I'll be right there
Right behind you in your nightmares
So I brought you the flowers and the candy
All the times that you threw it back at me
Told me you hate me, you gon' hate me more
When you find out you can't escape me, whore
[Chorus]
The more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say you hate me, I just love you more
You don't want me, I just want you more
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me
I know it's sad but it's makin' me happy
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on
'Cause you love me, and I love you more51 | Rap | 12 | 11 | 2,004 | 224,165 |
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1,993 | Whatever You Like | T.I. | [Intro]
Aye, Jim, you know the ol' sugar daddies?
They be trickin', they tell them girls
I said you could have whatever you like (If you like)
I said you could have whatever you like (If you like)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Stacks on deck, Patron on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
And, baby, you could have whatever you like (If you like)
I said you could have whatever you like, yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I gas up the jet for you tonight
And, baby, you could go wherever you like (If you like)
I said you could go wherever you like, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Anytime you want to pick up the telephone, you
Know it ain't nothin' to drop a couple stacks on you
Want it, you could get it, my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentleys, I swear, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I want yo' body, need yo' body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it, I got it, go get it, I'll buy it
Tell them other broke nigga be quiet
See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus]
Stacks on deck, Patron on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
And, baby, you could have whatever you like (If you like)
I said you could have whatever you like, yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I gas up the jet for you tonight
And, baby, you could go wherever you like (If you like)
I said you could go wherever you like, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Shawty, you the hottest, love the way you drop it
Brain so good I swore you went to college
Hundred karat deposit, to vacations in the tropics
‘Cause e'rybody know it ain't trickin' if you got it
You need never ever gotta go to yo' wallet
Long as I got rubberband banks in my pocket
Five, six rides with rims and a body kit
You ain't gotta downgrade, you can get what I get
My chick could have what she want
And go in any store for any bag she want
And, no, she ain't never had a man like that
To buy you anything your heart desire like that, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I want yo' body, need yo' body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it, I got it, go get it, I'll buy it
Tell them other broke nigga be quiet
[Chorus]
Stacks on deck, Patron on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
And, baby, you could have whatever you like (If you like)
I said you could have whatever you like, yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I gas up the jet for you tonight
And, baby, you could go wherever you like (If you like)
I said you could go wherever you like, yeah (Yeah)
[Bridge]
I'm talkin' big boy rides, and big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in yo' life
You just be so fresh, and look so nice
Let me put this big boy in yo' life; that's right
[Pre-Chorus]
I want yo' body, need yo' body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it, I got it, go get it, I'll buy it
Tell them other broke nigga be quiet
[Chorus]
Stacks on deck, Patron on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
And, baby, you could have whatever you like (If you like)
I said you could have whatever you like, yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I gas up the jet for you tonight
And, baby, you could go wherever you like (If you like)
I said you could go wherever you like, yeah (Yeah)29 | Hip-HopRap | 29 | 7 | 2,008 | 271,231 |
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1,994 | Oh Bo (Studio) | Bo Burnham | [Intro]
I feel like hip hop
Used to be a voice for the voiceless, y'know?
And now it's become, at least in the mainstream
A symbol of misogyny, gay panic, fiscal irresponsibility
So I figure
If you can't beat 'em
Join 'em
[Verse 1]
Hittin' the club up VIP
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
I look like Wooly Willy
With a really wooly willy
And I bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser
Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride on Bo's hose
And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego
We go do it, through it, she says, "Dios mia mi amigo!"
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya
Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa!
[Chorus]
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oh, Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
You might also like[Verse 2]
You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top
But careful, cherry, cause I'm the King of Pop
Pop pop pop goes my weasel
Now ya look like Jackson Pollock's easel
My suggestion is you don't blow 'til you know what congestion is
Swallow when you know what digestion is
Follow Bo, the only question is
Have you been splattered before by the mad-hatter matador?
Cake-batter never more
It don't matter whether you're Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian
I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon
[Chorus]
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oh, Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Oh, Bo
Oh Bo-o, oh Bo, Bo
A-a-oh Bo, oh Bo, oh Bo
[Verse 3]
You think that you can handle me?
Girl, don't make me laugh
I said my junk is bipolar
It'll split you in half (yea)
And if you're lucky, I might just bring you home
And I'll have you going down like you're growin' an extra chromosome
And when you grab me, don't grab me by my buns
Cause I got a bad case of the runs
I got the runs
I got the runs
[Chorus]
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oh, Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Oh, Bo
[Interlude]
I wanna break it down for y'all
I came from the streets, with nothin'
Now I'm makin' hit records
For my people still livin' in the streets
Still livin' in poverty, I wanna tell you
I'm doin' this for you
My success is your success
And I know you may be thinkin'
Hey, if you really believe that
Why don't you use some of your money
To help rebuild the neighborhood
Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?
And to that I say (uh, chorus is comin' up):
[Chorus]
Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oh, Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make them fellas say
Uh uh!
[Verse 4]
You got a fume like a tuna
I'll smell ya later
I met a fat chick and I fucked her in an elevator
It was wrong on so many levels
It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels
It was wrong on so many levels (uh)
It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on
[Chorus]
Single every single
Do it every single
Pop that single like a Pringle jingle
Oh, Bo
This song's almost completed
All this little ditty needed
Instrument that's double reeded:
The oboe
[Outro]
(Yea)
Oh, Bo, play that oboe15 | ComedySpoken Word | 19 | 10 | 2,010 | 136,075 |
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1,995 | Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head | B.J. Thomas | [Verse 1]
Raindrops are fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet
Are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head
They keep fallin'
[Verse 2]
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like
The way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head
They keep fallin'
[Bridge]
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me
Won't defeat me
It won't be long 'til happiness
Steps up to greet me
[Verse 3]
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes
Will soon be turnin' red
Crying's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain
By complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothing's worryin' me
You might also like[Trumpet Solo/Verse 4]
It won't be long 'til happiness
Steps up to greet me
[Verse 5]
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes
Will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain
By complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothing's worryin' me15 | Country | null | 10 | 1,969 | 82,677 |
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1,996 | Sickology 101 | Tech N9ne | [Intro: Tech N9ne]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shit - welcome to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is: Tech N9ne!
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
This is style, I use pitch to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, monotone is what you spit
Switchin' the pattern, bust out that quick Middlewest chatterin'
Some people hate but it ain't matterin'
But the people gather, it's flatterin'
Switchin' the pitch, mixin', there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin' full clips on a mission, full bliss when I be rippin' this shit
Make it exciting, got to be inviting when you're writing your piece
Never be dick riding, if you're going to be biting, you're igniting the beast
This is melodic, melodies if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin' off-key, it's garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction
Don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin' motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!
See Tech N9ne LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
[Interlude: Tech N9ne]
From our West Coast instructor: Crooked I
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
My killer cadence can keep me crushin' the competition
Comin' correct when creatin' the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin''
Cali killers on candid cock emissions
That was constant consonant wordplay
Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the pronunciation of words per se
The English language got to do whatever my verse say
So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I'm puttin' swag in my style (in my style)
It's an emphasis on the simplest sentences
Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to cost higher
Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You need some better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the crossfire!
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
[Interlude: Tech N9ne]
From our East Coast instructor: Chino XL
[Verse 3: Chino XL]
Everybody start lockin' their windows and doors
Chino might get in
It's like lightning and how I'm strikin' a triflin' rifleman
Bullets flyin' up and I'm numbin' the bum like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling
Chino be curdlin' blood, don't get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin' drama with Chino, God forbid
on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man
With a sick delivery like I drive a coroner van
I'm demented, spittin' writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin' and fittin' to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin' Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
(Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat!
Yes, I got to be vicious, this is Sickology
[Outro: Tech N9ne]
For those who don't know what the fuck's goin' on
This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let's kill these niggas8 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 4 | 2,009 | 53,638 |
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1,997 | Puke | Eminem | [Intro]
*Eminem pukes into the toilet*
*Eminem hocks and spits into the toilet*
*Toilet flush*
There I go, thinking of you again
[Hook]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you I puke
You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
[Verse 1]
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more
More suitable for this type of song, whoa
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to
So fuck it, I'ma start right here, I'll just be brief, I'm
'Bout to rattle off some of the reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo
Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do?
I go and get another one, now I got two (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Now I'm sitting here with your name on my skin
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim (Shi-i-i-i-i-i-it)
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfucking thing you've ever put us through
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you (Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo)
You might also like[Hook]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you I puke
You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
[Verse 2]
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter that you'd probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to, a stupid piece of
Paper, I'd rather let you see how
Much I fucking hate you in a freestyle
You're a fucking cokehead slut, I hope you fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fucking guts, you fucking slut, I hope you die (Di-i-i-i-i-i-ie)
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back
It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack (A-a-a-a-a-a-ack)
But what else can I do? I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now all I wanna do is pu-u-u-u-u-u-uke
[Hook]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you I puke
You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
[Outro]
*Eminem pukes into the toilet*
*Eminem hocks and spits into the toilet*
*Toilet flush*
*Eminem burps*
Ah, damn!
Fucking bitch44 | Rap | 12 | 11 | 2,004 | 222,775 |
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1,998 | Big Weenie | Eminem | [Intro]
I don't understand
Why are you being so mean?
You're a mean, mean man
[Chorus]
You're just jealous of me 'cause you, you just can't do what I do
So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say
All kinds of really mean things about me
'Cause you're a meanie, a meanie
But it's only 'cause you're just really jealous of me
'Cause I'm what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot
When you say these mean things, 'cause it's too easy to see
You're really just a big weenie, big weenie
[Verse 1]
Alright, listen, I need you to focus
I need you to go dig deep in your mind, this is important
We are going to perform an experiment of the sorts
I'm going to have to ask you to bear with me for a moment
Now I need you to open your mind, your eyes, close 'em
You are now about to be placed under my hypnosis
For the next four and a half minutes, we are going to explore
Into your mind to find out why you're so fucking jealous
Now why did they make yoo-hoo? Pippity-kaka-poo-poo
Psych, I'm kidding, I just wanted to see if you're still listening
Okay, now I need your undivided attention
Sir, I have a question, why do I always sense this undeniable tension?
From the moment that I enter into the room it gets all quiet and whispers
Whenever there's conversation, why am I always mentioned?
I've been dying to ask, it's been itching at me, is it just because...
You might also like[Chorus]
You're just jealous of me 'cause you, you just can't do what I do
So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say
All kinds of really mean things about me
'Cause you're a meanie, a meanie
But it's only 'cause you're just really jealous of me
'Cause I'm what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot
When you say these mean things, 'cause it's too easy to see
You're really just a big weenie, big weenie
[Verse 2]
Alright now I (Shit), I just flubbed a line
I was going to say something extremely important
But I forgot who or what it was, I fucked up
Psych, I'm kidding again, you idiot, no, I didn't
That's just what you wanted to hear from me is that I fucked up, ain't it?
But I can bust one take without looking at no paper
It doesn't take a bunch of takes or me to stand here in this booth all day
For me to say the truth, okay? You're drooling, you have tooth decay
Your mouth is open, you're disgusting, what the fuck you eat for lunch?
A bunch of sweets or something? What, you munch a bunch of Crunch 'n Munch?
Your tooth is rotten to the gum, your breath stinks, wanna chew some gum?
"Yes, I do, sir, what am I on?" You, sir, are on truth serum
"Marshall, I'm so jealous of you, please say you won't tell nobody
I'd be so embarrassed, I'm just absolutely terrified
That someone's gonna find out why I'm saying all these terrible
Evil and awful mean things, it's my own insecurities"
[Chorus]
You're just jealous of me 'cause you, you just can't do what I do
So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say
All kinds of really mean things about me
'Cause you're a meanie, a meanie
But it's only 'cause you're just really jealous of me
'Cause I'm what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot
When you say these mean things, 'cause it's too easy to see
You're really just a big weenie, big weenie
[Verse 3]
Alright, now we, we're going to conduct
That experiment that we were talking about earlier
Just to see what a frog looks like when it takes two hits of ecstasy
'Cause that's exactly what your eyes look like, wanna check to see?
Here's a mirror, notice the resemblance here?
Wait, let me put these sunglasses on, now look in this mirror
How 'bout now? What do you have in common?
You're both green with envy and look like idiots with sunglasses on 'em
You look like I sound like singing about weenies
Now take my weenie out of your mouth
This is between me and you, I know you're not happy
I know you'd much rather see me lying in the corner of a room somewhere crying
Curled up in a ball, tweaked out of my mind, dying, there's no denying
That my weenie is much bigger than yours is
Mine is like sticking a banana between two oranges
Why are you even doing this to yourself? It's pointless
Why do we have to keep on going through this? This is torturous
My point is this
That if you say mean things, your weenie will shrink
Now I forgot what the chorus is, you're just as...
[Chorus]
You're just jealous of me 'cause you, you just can't do what I do
So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say
All kinds of really mean things about me
'Cause you're a meanie, a meanie
But it's only 'cause you're just really jealous of me
'Cause I'm what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot
When you say these mean things, 'cause it's too easy to see
You're really just a big weenie, big weenie
[Outro]
Fuck off my dick34 | Rap | 12 | 11 | 2,004 | 252,160 |
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1,999 | Encore / Curtains Down | Eminem | [Intro: 50 Cent & Eminem]
Sh-Sh-Sh, Shady! Aftermath! Haha!
G-G-G-G, G-Unit! Haha!
[Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent]
'Cause we came here to set this party off right
Let’s bounce tonight
And if they don’t let us in through the front
We’ll come through the side
'Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game
Without at least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Scream one last time
[Post-Chorus: Eminem]
Get your ass up for the doctor, one more time
Get your ass up for the doctor, come on now
Here we go, cliff hanger, it's another club banger
Got you hangin' on the edge of your seat, get on down
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre, Eminem, & Both]
Time's up, game's over, you lose, I win
’Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
Oh yeah, new year, next phase, begin
Look who's got you goin' crazy again
I'm a trend, I set one every time I'm in
I go out, and just come back full circle again
You a fad, that means you something that we already had
But once you're gone, you don't come back (Oh!)
Too bad you're off the map now, radar can't even find you
We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you
You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you
We walk around, just playin' the violin behind you
Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whining and bitchin'
Sit and observe, listen, you'll learn if you pay attention
Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond
Worldwide, we're on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin'
You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent]
'Cause we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side
'Cause I don't ever wanna leave the game
Without at least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Scream one last time
[Post-Chorus: Eminem, Dr. Dre & 50 Cent]
When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk
Get it crunk! Crunk! Crunk! Crunk!
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre, Eminem, & Both]
The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it
I don't gotta' promote it for you to know that Doc is off the benches
We keep the party rockin' off the hinges
We ain't showin' off, we just going off popular consensus
But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk
Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin'?
Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression
You must be on the cock of Doc 'cause Doc left you all guessin'
So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record (What?)
We gon' have this motherfucker hoppin' in a second (Bump, bump)
That's why we always save the best cut last
To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass
'Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators
Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers
Whom, if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap, may be raised to be racist
Who may have never got to see our faces
Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages
Broke down barriers of language and races
Just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre to
Pass the mic and we can play the
Back and forth all day like the hot potato game
That's why we came to
[Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent]
'Cause we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side
'Cause I don't ever wanna leave the game
Without at least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Scream one last time
[Refrain: Eminem]
50 Cent, come on!
[Verse 3: 50 Cent, Dr. Dre, Eminem, & Both]
Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do
We make the club jump everywhere we go
It's no secret, everybody know
When Dre's involved, there's plenty of money involved
And plenty honey's involved and sunny Sundays and palm trees
Cali, everyday is just another party
From the valleys all the way to them 8 Mile alleys
Let's rally, hands up for the grand finale
Now raise up out your seat, Dre's about to speak
Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week
You can catch me in the studio, bangin' out the beats to
Provide you with the heat that keep blazin' out your speakers
So never say never 'cause Shady, Aftermath together
Along with G-Unit Records, presents the return of the
The Doc and Shady, no one can do it better
We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that, uh
[Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent]
We came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side
'Cause I don't ever wanna leave the game
Without at least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Scream one last time
[Outro: Eminem & 50 Cent]
Yeah, haha! Still Aftermath, 2006!
And don't worry about that Detox album, it's coming
We gon' make Dre do it (Haha!)
50 Cent, G-Unit, Obie Trice, D-Twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain't leaving, let's go
Haha! Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming out! Peace!
Oh shit! I almost forgot
You're coming with me!
Hahaha! Bye, bye!
See you in hell, fuckers!31 | Rap | 9 | 11 | 2,004 | 201,293 |
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2,000 | Amazing | Kanye West | [Verse 1: Kanye West]
It's amazing, I'm the reason
Everybody fired up this evening
I'm exhausted, barely breathing
Holding on to what I believe in
[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West]
No matter what, you'll never take that from me
My reign is as far as your eyes can see, it's amazing
[Chorus: Kanye West]
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I'm a monster, I'm a killer
I know I'm wrong, yeah
I'm a problem
That'll never ever be solved
[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West]
And no matter what, you'll never take that from me
My reign is as far as your eyes can see, it's amazing
[Chorus: Kanye West]
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
You might also like[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I'm a monster, I'm a maven
I know this world is changing
Never gave in, never gave up
I'm the only thing I'm afraid of
[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West]
No matter what, you'll never take that from me
My reign is as far as your eyes can see, it's amazing
[Chorus: Kanye West]
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
[Verse 4: Jeezy]
I'm amazing (Amazing), yeah, I'm all that (All that)
If I ain't on my grind, then what you call that? (What you call that?)
Victorious, yeah, we warriors
We make history, strive off victory (Yeah)
Standing at my podium, I'm trying to watch my sodium
Die high blood pressure, either let the Feds catch ya (Yeah)
I'm amazing, born on a full moon
I was bred to get it in, no spoon
That's why I'm so goon, summertime, no June
Big family, small house, no room
They like, "Oh, God, why he go so hard?
Look what he's been through, he deserves an applause"
[Chorus: Kanye West]
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing
So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing62 | Hip-HopRap | 24 | 11 | 2,008 | 435,928 |
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2,001 | Who’s the Mack? | Ice Cube | [Produced by Sir Jinx & The Bomb Squad]
[Intro]
One of these motherfuckers is different
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
[Verse 1]
Who's the mack? Is it some brother in a big hat
Thinking he can get any bitch with a good rap?
Rolling in a fucked-up Lincoln
Leaning to the side so it looks like he's sinking
Into that leopard interior
This nigga think every girl's inferior
To his tongue, get a dumb bitch sprung
As she's selling more butt and don't even get a cut of the money
His name is Sonny and he know the play
And hope to god that he don't find a runaway
That's looking to become a star
He'll have your ass in and out of every car
With every Ron and Rick, sucking every John's dick
Come short of the money, get your ass kicked
You don't like it but you still call him hunk
Last night the nigga put yo' ass in the trunk
You wanna leave, but Sonny started talking fast
And it make you wanna go and sell more ass
He's getting rich, you his bitch and it's like that
Now ask yourself, who's the mack?
See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Verse 2]
Who's the mack? It is that fool that wanna pump the gas
Give you a sad story and you give him cash?
He start macking and macking and you sucking
Quick to say I'm down on my luck, and
You give a dollar or a quarter and he's on his way
Then you see his sorry ass the next day
Are you the one getting played like a sucka?
Or do you say, "Get a job, motherfucka"?
Every day, the story gets better
He's wearing dirty pants and a funky-ass sweater
He claims he wants to get something to eat
But every day you find yourself getting beat
He get your money and he run across the street
Don't look both ways 'cause he's in a daze
And almost get his ass hit for the crack
Now ask yourself, who's the mack?
[Verse 3]
Who's the Mack? Is it that nigga in the club
Asking "have you ever been in a hot tub?"
I know the game, so I watch it unfold
When I see a boy pinned to your earlobe
He's talking shit and you crack a smile
When he tell you that he can go buck wild
For a girl like you and make it feel good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
He started dragging and hopefully he can start tagging
The pussy so he can keep bragging
He say, "I'm 'a leave baby, can you go with me?"
You wanna do it but you feeling like a H-O-E
You grab his hand, you leave and it's over
Cause the nigga ain't nothing but a rover
Ya knew the game and you still ended up on your back
Now ask yourself, who's the mack?
[Verse 4]
Macking is the game and everybody's playing
And as long as you believe what they saying
Consider them a M-A-C-K and with no delay
They are gonna get all the play
But when it comes to me, save the drama for your mama
It's Ice Cube and you know that I'm a
Mack in my own right when it comes to rhyme and rap
Cause all I do is kick facts
Unlike Iceberg Slim
And all of them be claimin' be P-I-M-P
No, I'm not going out that way
I'm just a straight up N-I-double-G-A
Next time, you get over on a fool
And you did the shit like real smooth
Thank Ice Cube for giving up the facts
And ask yourself, "Who's the Mack?"
[Outro]
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack6 | Hip-HopRap | 16 | 5 | 1,990 | 16,878 |
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2,005 | Yolanda’s House | Ghostface Killah | [Ghostface Killah]
Ay, yo, I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed
Still buggin' earlier around four how I escaped the bust
The way I fell cracked the face of my watch
My mans chantin' me on like "Run son! Don't go up in the spot"
Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out
Dogs is barkin' all you hear is the car's sirens
I'm tryin' to think and toss the iron
Bomb in my sweats got me runnin' funny, you think I'm lyin'
May God strike me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my chest
Tryin' to focus up and make progress
That's what I get for slingin' in them projects
Next thing you know I'm in this bitch's crib chillin'
Told her my story and like this I had her legs in the ceiling
Cookin' me fries, fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits
While she doin' this, the bitch still slidin' on lipstick
Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a dutch
I'm playin' with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
Like come here miss lady wop, where you put the condom box?
She finished off the last one, oh shit I hear the cops
Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white Yorkie
Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's
So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door
Like ooo I seen my man Meth goin' in raw
So he jumped up balls out, hid in the closet
I'm dyin' laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet!"
You might also like[Method Man]
...and let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on?
Shoulda knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong
Bustin' in here on that government shit
Got this chick screamin' grabbin the sheets tryin' to cover her tits
She's asthmatic and you laughin' son
I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin tryna grab the gun
'Cause shit's real man, you spazzin' dun
There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run
You know we family like Crack and Pun
But Mr. GFK, state your business after that, be one
Now can it be that you hot, lord?
You did some shit on the block that the cops tryna lock you for?
Can't believe you blowin' the spot, lord
My chick is buggin', she trippin'
My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers
Now I'm caught up in the drug sting
Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on
Can't understand it, it's a thug thing
And in the middle of thought, I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon
[Raekwon]
I need my money Meth, gonna buy them hundred birds
Tell Tone get at me, all them little clients want work
He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me
Word to mother lord, son he got me hurt
You still fuckin' shorty? I knew it
The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my balls out
Her little brother wanted two bricks
You know the nigga licks, a Maybach on twenty-six
All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick
He told me foul shit, wild shit
That nigga wear a lot of loud shit, no that Steve Rifkind style shit
Hit me with some other talk, him in New York
They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a fork
That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little nooses
Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm4 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 12 | 2,007 | null |
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2,006 | Shakey Dog Starring Lolita | Ghostface Killah | [Ghostface Killah]
I had my eyes squinched up tryin' to get through the fog
Pullin' up mad slow blunted, passin' police cars
I saw one two three bodies
Blood mixed with the rain ran through the gutter
That's the work of a tommy
But then I heard it was the work of a mami
Spanish chick bad, about five six, long hair, red Jag
Kinda bowlegged, Chanel sweatpants, she thick
She love her some pussy, don't really give a fuck about dick
That's when I got the call, yo Tone come to the shop
Some fire jumped, chill I'm about to pull in the lot
Lowered the tunes, pulled the Benz keys out the ignition
Brushed the ashes off my blazer then finished my Guinness
So then I walked in, seen the God shufflin' cards
Spades game, it's goin' down, he lost a couple of yards
Peace Lord, how your physical?
[Raekwon]
He upstate miserable
Stressed, doin' a thousand sets
But yo check the visuals
I'm at this hotel in Queens
Me and Charene getting' slow necked
That's live, I couldn't finish the bean
Gotta a phone call, seen the whole bitch face fall
Dope fiend look like the bitch swallowed an eight ball
They talkin' about killin' ya man's and them
That kid from Staten, his jewels is tough, his robes is satin
Yo that's my heart Tone; yea yea he killed the captain
What nationality nigga? The kid was Latin
It happened uptown, broad day, right in Manhattan
I was shoppin' with my home girl, Leona with acne?
But you know what, Flaco niece Lolita
Flew in, she from Medellin, he deaded her uncle over them seventeen bricks
Niggas ain't slick, niggas is dicks
Y'all got beef for life now cause that bitch is a trick
You might also like[Ghostface Killah]
Ay yo fuck that, close the gate
[Raekwon]
And lower the shade
Then a shot popped off
[Ghostface Killah]
Hit lil' bro in his fade
And then I see him dropped his clippers
[Raekwon]
He dipped with the quickness
It was Lolita black down yo
[Ghostface Killah]
With four other bitches
She had a nasty hammer, fat ass
[Raekwon]
Her tits was bananas
Yo the clip was ninety shot
[Ghostface Killah]
She lit up the cameras
So then I bugged out, ran up the steps
[Raekwon]
Yo I got hit in the leg
[Ghostface Killah]
He shot back, hit one bitch in her breast
Under the pinball game aimin'
[Raekwon]
It's foggy and rainin'
[Ghostface Killah]
My jewels is clangin'
[Raekwon]
Yo Tone tuck your chain in
She shootin' like she wanted a payment
Throwin' bullets like Joe Nameth, yellin'
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo it's all entertainment
Where y'all girls at? Where ya'll pussies at?
Thought y'all bang on Gaten Island?
I killed three things on Staten Island
(Guns firing)
Take that!
You fuckin' with me huh?!
That's all you got babyyyyyy?
Hold that! Motherfuckaaaaa!
Yea! You on Staten Island now nigga!
[Ghostface Killah]
Now where the fuck is your brain at now ho?
You fuckin' with me, brains is all over the wall like Velcro
I fuck your pussy while you die slow
Wake up! You cock suckin' ass maricon
That's what you get for killin' Frankie
(Police loudspeaker)
Tony Starks, Tony Starks drop you weapons now
Put your weapons down or we will shoot
Ay yo Rae I got this
I ain't surrenderin', they gon hang me
You know what it do, yo I love you
Say peace to my kids, say peace to my wiz
I ain't goin' to jail
Fuck it's on G, let's get...FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS! | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 12 | 2,007 | null |
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2,008 | The Announcement | Jay Electronica | [Introduction: John F. Kennedy]
Its hazards are hostile to us all
Its conquest deserves the best of all mankind
And its opportunity for peaceful cooperation may never come again
But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal?
And they may well ask why climb the highest mountain?
Why, 35 years ago, fly the Atlantic?
Why does Rice play Texas? We choose to go to the moon!
We choose to go to the moon
We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things
Not because they are easy, but because they are hard
Because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills
[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
My view is aerial, your crew inferior
My crew imperial, MC Killers: milk and cereal
Get it? Forget it
You’ll still be connecting the dots with smoking holes in your fitted
Those that got it be all at the shows throwing fitteds
The light from the dynasty sign froze all of the critics
And nary a soul got on they frog toes to ribbit
Shhh...T'was the night before the coming
Sugar plum candy coated lines for the dummies
Decoded hieroglyphics in the shrines for the mummies
We not illuminati but our eye is on the money
My mind's on the scripture -
It’s beautiful,I see every line on the picture
So when the leaves rustle and the cock crows winter
Just know that the Black Gods mingled a bit
Then the fingers got pricked, then the single got picked
Man I’m living out my brain I don’t dream about shit
If I say dream, I meant dream, fresh not Hampton
I got a date with destiny I’m definitely not canceling
Romancing...The Stone
The Roc...The Throne
The elegant celebration sent tremors through every nation
The stars aligned like cars at Grand Central Station...elevation
Yours truly my duty and obligation
A newly appointed ruler who move with no observation like W.D
Say my name on a record, WW III
I’ll put you niggas in a box like the WB
Here’s a footnote on the Blueprint, Whoms fucking with We?
Yeah, bad grammar Widescreen panorama
Paranormal activity seen on the camera
So if you want that turmoil
I’ll Twitter Facebook YouTube Worldstar you
Rap Radar Nahright 2dopeboy you
Your plans is foiled, your guns is borrowed
We living in tomorrow, a tissue for your sorrowsYou might also like15 | Alternative | 7 | 7 | 2,014 | 38,687 |
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2,009 | Busa Rhyme | Missy Elliott | [Intro: Missy Elliott]
Uh, Slim Shady
Uh, Slim Shady
Uh
Slim Shady
Ooh (Uh), yeah
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Then pop the same shit that got 2Pac killed
Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode
Punch a bitch in the nose 'til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate: girls, women, and bitches (What?)
I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg (Oh!)
Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches
Hit a fucking [pregnant] bitch in her [stomach] with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, or back out
Lookin' for somebody 'of' to beat the crap out
I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers (Eat this)
I flip you off in French, then translate it to English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it
[Chorus: Missy Elliott (Eminem, Missy)]
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?
(It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?
(It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?
(It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?
(It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady)
You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem]
I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (One more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me (One, two)
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology (Whoops)
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of url, head twirls every time the toilet swirls
Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (Shut up!)
I made this rap game suspenseful
Cause now I got an impulse game to insult you wit a pencil (Bitch)
They waste the paper on you, chopping down the oakwood
Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nothin'
[Chorus: Missy Elliott (Eminem, Missy)]
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?
(It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?
(It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?
(It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?
(It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady)
[Bridge: Missy Elliott]
Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors (Uh, uh)
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas (Uh huh, uh)
Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily (Uh, wha-wha?)
What you want, what you got
Is it hot, is it hot?
Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors (Uh, uh)
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas (Uh huh, uh)
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily (Wha-wha? Yo)
What you want, what you want? Uh yo...
[Interlude: Timbaland]
"A person from another planet might disagree with you."
"Well, if you want my opinion, he comes from right here on Earth."
Slim Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland
Slim Shady, Misdemeanor
[Verse 3: Eminem]
I'm homicidal and suicidal with no friends
Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' TECs at you until you see your fucking legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds laying next to you (Ah!)
Fucking mad dog, foaming at the mouth (Grrr)
Fuck mouth, my whole house is foaming at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming!)
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed
Chopped 'em in half, suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit, if I get any higher
I'mma get the East and West beefing again
Fly back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire
[Verse 4: Missy Elliott, Missy as girl]
Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy! Get back
Uh, I'mma put you all in the line uh, and I'mma watch you MC's die
Yo Mommy, Mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this time
Yeah, I'mma have to bus' you through your chest and
Uh, you gon' have to clean up the mess (Uh huh)
It's raining, raining and it's pouring loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uh, I hear that the gats go cha-pow
You shot me dammit! Bitch get down
Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (Uh huh)
I'mma lay em on down, like they lived underground (Uh)
For the sounds that me and Timbaland, we found
Get your ass kicked later or get your ass kicked now
[Outro: Missy Elliott]
Uhh, one-two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady, Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh, two, two, two, triple zero9 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 6 | 1,999 | 45,483 |
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2,011 | Shake That | Eminem | [Intro: Eminem & Nate Dogg]
Woo! Shady, Aftermath
Look at that bitch
Oh, shit, hey (Damn)
[Chorus 1: Eminem & Nate Dogg]
There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk
Get fucked up, hit the strip club
Don't forget ones, get your dick rubbed, get fucked
Get sucked, get wasted, shit-faceted
Pasted, plastered – puke, drink, throw up
Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin'
Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin'
I was dehydrated 'til the beat vibrated
I was revived as soon as this bitch gyrated
Them hips and licked them lips, and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit
[Verse 2: Nate Dogg]
Two to the one, from the one to the three
I like good pussy and I like good tree
Smoke so much weed, you wouldn't believe
And I get mo' ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from the one to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me:
Conversation and Hennessy
I've been to the motherfuckin' mountaintop
Heard motherfuckers talk, seen 'em drop
If I ain't got a weapon, I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo' ass, I'm gon' continue to rock
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause strobe lights lie
You might also like[Pre-Chorus 1: Nate Dogg]
We 'bout to have a party (Turn the music up)
Let's get it started (Go 'head and shake your butt)
I'm lookin' fo' a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin', baby? Step right up
Some girls, they act retarded
Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm lookin' fo' a girl that will do whatever the fuck
I say, every day she be givin' it up
[Chorus 2: Nate Dogg]
(Now) Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, come on, girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, ah, girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, come on, girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
[Verse 3: Eminem]
I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
Open your mouth for about four or five minutes
Take a little bit of this fluoride rin-inse
Swish, but don't spit it; swallow it and now finish, yeah
Me and Nate D-o-double-g
Lookin' for a couple bitches with some double D's
Pop a little champagne and a couple E's
Slip it in her bubbly, we finna, finna have a
[Pre-Chorus 2: Nate Dogg, Eminem, Nate Dogg & Eminem]
We 'bout to have a party (Turn the music up)
Let's get it started (Go 'head and shake your butt)
I'm lookin' fo' a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' butt
Some girls, they act retarded (Man, I told you–)
Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it
I want a bitch to sit at the crib with no panties on
Knows that she can, but she won't say no
(Now) Look at this lady all in front of me
Sexy as can be, tonight, I want a slut
Would you be mine?
Heard you was freaky from a friend of mine
Now, I hope you don't get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak, he said he wants a slut
Hope you don't mind
I told him how you like it from behind
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
(Now) Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, come on, girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, ah, girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, come on, girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
[Pre-Chorus 1: Nate Dogg]
We 'bout to have a party (Turn the music up)
Let's get it started (Go 'head and shake your butt)
I'm lookin' fo' a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin', baby? Step right up
Some girls, they act retarded
Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm lookin' fo' a girl that will do whatever the fuck
I say, every day she be givin' it up
[Chorus 1: Nate Dogg & Eminem]
There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
[Outro: Eminem]
God
And I ain't leavin' without you, bitch!
Comin' home with me!
And my boy, and his boy
And his boy
And his girl
Haha, Nate Dogg!98 | Rap | 6 | 12 | 2,005 | 821,100 |
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2,013 | We As Americans | Eminem | [Intro]
There's an intruder
In my house
He cut my phone line (991, emer-)
Can't dial out (Shit!)
I scream for police
But I doubt
They're gonna hear me (*gun cock*)
When I shout
*gunshot*
[Verse 1]
A couple of cocktails'll send me to jail
There's a couple of cops hot on my trail, but this time
When I get pulled over there's a Doberman Pinscher
And a pit bull in the seat, these pigs'll get bit foolin' with me
Quit foolin' with me, bitch, you're gonna see
No pistol in the seat, why it always
Gotta be an issue when you're me in which you're gonna see
In the long run, I'ma be the wrong one
You wanna harass with this limo-tinted glass
Flashin' that flashlight on my ass — where was you at
Last night when them assholes ran up on my grass?
Rapper slash actor, kiss the crack of my cracker slash ass
They took away my right to bear arms
What I'm 'posed to fight with, bare palms?
Yeah, right! They comin' with bombs, I'm comin' with flare guns
You might also like[Chorus]
We as Americans, we as Americans
Us as a citizen gotta protect ourselves
Look at how shit has been, we better check ourselves
Livin' up in these streets through worse and through better health
Survivin' by any means, we as Americans
Us as a citizen, we are Samaritans
What do we get us in? We better check ourselves
Look at how shit has been, take a look where you live
This is America, and we are Americans
[Verse 2]
I make beaucoup bucks, wearin' beaucoup vests
Drama hangin' over my head like a voodoo hex
I coulda been next to fly over the cuckoo's nest
With you-know-who, with an S tattooed to my chest
But I've finessed it, now I got the industry pissy
Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on 50
It's funny, we got a buzz spreadin' quicker
Than makin' paper airplanes out of a twenty
Fuck money! I don't rap for dead presidents
I'd rather see the President *daed*
It's never been said, but I set precedents
In the standards and they can't stand it
My name shoulda been "Bastard," the shit shoulda been plastered
On my forehead with a stamp, I shoulda been blasted
I shoulda been had a cap put in my ass
But I'm too swift and fast for that, I'm past it
I'm too old to go and cruise Gratiot — fuck that shit!
I done seen how fast this rap shit
Can turn into some pap-pap shit, that quick, snap click
But this time, they got the fuckin' automatic
Ain't no one gon' test this man — clack, click (*gunshot*)
[Chorus]
We as Americans, us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been
We better check ourselves, livin' up in these streets
Through worse and through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We are Samaritans, what do we get us in?
We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been
Take a look where you live, this is America, and we are Americans
[Verse 3]
(Shht!) I got a secret if you can keep it between us
I tuck two ninas under my jeans, either side of my penis
Under my long johns, under my Sean Johns
One run-in with the long arm of the law, I'm long gone
I'ma do five years — no less than that, no questions asked
So it might be a good idea that I stop right here
And quit while I'm ahead, already in the red
Already got a steady infrared meant for my head
A target on my back, bigger problems than that
Bin Laden on my ass, he probably gon' send a task
I ain't gon' even ask, they ain't gon' let me pack
They ain't gon' give me my semi, but I got my weed back
[Chorus]
We as Americans, us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been
We better check ourselves, livin' up in these streets
Through worse and through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We are Samaritans, what do we get us in?
We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been
Take a look where you live, this is America, and we are Americans57 | Rap | 12 | 11 | 2,004 | 186,606 |
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2,015 | Git Up | D12 | [Verse 1: Eminem]
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, pistols big as M-16s
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?
Nina, two ninas, a piece, they don't even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one
They're gonna think it's machine guns
Vandals-vo-vandals, bananas and old flannels
Hands around our Colt handles, hold them like Roman candles
So ban us, go ban us, banana-fanna-fo-fannas
Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded
Managers, bouncers, and the club owners
The motherfuckers don't want us to come up, bum rush in the club
And run up in it with a bunch of motherfuckers from Runyon
Steady popping them onions
Ready, set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixing to get into some shit, just itching to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coconut rum up
So, yeah, yeah, ho, what up? See my people posted up
See you talk that ho shit now, when you're down you won't get up
And can't sit up you're so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater-no-heater, automatic-no-matic
Mag or no mag, it don't matter if I have or don't have it
You never know when I'm packing so you just don't want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass
You don't wanna chance to risk it, no biscuit
Milli mac or mac milli
Will he, won't he, don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dilly
Fuck it, let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy!
You might also like[Chorus: Eminem]
Git up now! Let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin'
Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin'
We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for?
The wait is over, say no more
Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin'
Git up now! Y'all are still sitting? What the fuck, are you deaf?
You motherfuckers don't listen I said
We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', bitch
Git up now!
[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
I keep a shitload of bullets, I pitbull it to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth get closed
Permanently, you get burned to line quickly
You cannot hit me niggas, too terrified to come get me
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run
When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal blood
Nigga what? Steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone
I be still rollin' with stolen toasters while on parole
Snatch you out our home like eviction notices, ho
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wickedest scroll ever told
When I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin'
And furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin'
'Cause niggas don't know the difference
You bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction, riffing it
Gripping the pump
And who want to fuck with a walking psychopathic pyromaniac
Shady cats with eighty gats
And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatile
So run and record your verses now while you got a mouth
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my acquittal
And a Glock or two will stop you from walking
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans
A Indian giver, and nigga
We back in your life and back in your wife
Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight
[Chorus: Eminem]
Git up now! Let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin'
Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin'
We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for?
The wait is over, say no more
Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin'
Git up now! Y'all are still sitting? What the fuck, are you deaf?
You motherfuckers don't listen I said
We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', bitch
Git up now!
[Outro: Bizarre & (Eminem)]
Hahaha, Yeah, D12, we back
Haha, (Get up now!) Hahahaha
Runyon Ave soldiers
Amityville
Who the fuck want it with us?
Ha, ha!
Nobody17 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 69,006 |
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2,016 | Shiny Suit Theory | Jay Electronica | [Intro: Jay Electronica]
One two, one two, yeah, uh huh, yeah
[Chorus: Jay Electronica]
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
In the land before time
A land before altar boys, synagogues, and shrines, man was in his prime
Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme
The method is sublime, you get blessed with every line
I'm in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca
The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras
Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami
He said, "Nigga, fuck the underground, you need to win a Grammy
For your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up
You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up
Nigga, what you scared of?
Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love, pollinate they earbuds
Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture
Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures
They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you
They casting judgments 'cause they feel they got the right to
Fuck 'em, I let the dice roll like The Father did
I gotta shine, it's in my blood, I'm a Harlem kid
I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike
Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice
I thought you said, "It's the return of the black kings
Luxurious homes, fur coats, and fat chains"
You might also like[Chorus: Jay Electronica]
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity
Quack said I crossed the line 'tween real life and fantasy
Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett?
Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with muh'fuckers
Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers
If you believe in that sort of luck, your screws need adjusting
In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses
I'm the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers
My God, it's so hard to conceive
But it all falls perfect, I'm like autumn is to trees
Aw, the doc interrupted
He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac, he said, "Take that for your mustard
Boy, you must be off your rocker
If you think you'll make it off the strip before they 'Pac ya
Nigga, you gotta be psychotic or mixing something potent with your vodka
It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous
How could this nappy-headed boy from out the projects
Be the apple of America's obsession?
You totally disconnected with reality, don't believe in dreams
Since when did black men become kings?"
[Bridge: The-Dream]
You have no idea, yeah
The meaning to what I say
And you have no idea
Of how I got this way
Now hear my dreams
And by the time you wake
I'll look down from the clouds
See I'm on my way
[Chorus: Jay Electronica]
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know"
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go31 | Alternative | 15 | 11 | 2,010 | 180,113 |
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2,017 | Just Like U | D12 | [Intro: Eminem]
Daddy?
[Hook: Kids]
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
[Verse 1: Bizarre]
You don't wanna be just like your daddy
Pimpin' hoes out here drivin' Caddies
Runnin' 'round town, fuckin' with skeezers
Shots in your ass, catchin' diseases
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth
From fuckin' bitches in they foul mouths
I can't help it, my group's D12
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail
Talkin' nasty shit, Bizarre won't stop
I'll fuck two twins, with a midget on top
A sick mind, rapin' an old lady
Knowin' damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby
All I can teach you, learn how to mack
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back
Matter of fact, smack your sister, she's a slut
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck?
You might also like[Hook: Kids]
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
Don't go to school, become a Catholic priest
Sell crack to your Auntie Denise
If Auntie Denise is short forty cent
Make her get on the ground and {suck} some more {dick}
Nas is gon' probably hate me
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon' suffocate me
"Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon' do is talk about hoes and smoking crack"
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore
Leave her no money and go out on tour
Nah, I'm playing, leave her something:
A pack of hot dogs and a fucking dirty muffin
You're my son, I'm trying to teach you something
You're {eight} years old? It's time to start fucking
You know daddy won't give you the wrong advice
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice
[Hook: Kids]
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
[Outro: Bizarre]
All I can tell you how to do is pop pills and stay high
And tell a bitch to suck a dick
I'm a parent, yeah
A motherfuckin' role model
Hi-Tek10 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 34,140 |
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2,018 | Pop the Trunk | Yelawolf | [Verse 1]
Meth lab in the back
And the crack smoke peels through the streets
Like an early-morning fog
Momma's in the slaughterhouse with the hatchet
Helping Daddy chop early-morning hog
I'm catching Zs like an early-morning saw
When I woke up to the racket, yawn and pause
What the fuck, man? I can never get sleep, man
Peeped out the window, what's wrong with y'all?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweatpants
And threw my pillow
Looks like Daddy caught the motherfucker
That tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands
Nah, he's rough like a Brillo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete
And a gun as heavy and tall as that midget, Willow
[Chorus]
Think he's playin'?
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
He got an old Mossberg
In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
Think he's playin'?
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
He got an old Mossberg
In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
See Yelawolf LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like[Verse 2]
11:30, and I'm pulling up dirty
Smoking babbage out the back of my buddy's Monte Carlo
Spitting over some Supa Hot Beats
With a super hot freak we call "the parking lot ho"
You know we sipping on that old brown bottle
Bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around, bitches follow
And tonight, one of them bitches is giving us problems
Well, one of them bitches
Been fucking one of my homeboy's favorite bitches
And he's been on his hit list for a minute
And I think he's ready to handle his business
He told me "Yelawolf, get this"
And he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist
He said "Watch this shit"
And he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit
[Chorus]
Think he's playin'?
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
He got an old Mossberg
In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
Think he's playin'?
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
He got an old Mossberg
In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
[Verse 3]
Two men stand
One's gotta go
One falls down to the ground
One walks down to the road
Momma better call the police
Now he's screaming, "No!"
Took a buckshot to the chest
With a rock-salt shell, and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled
Enough to give a penguin chills
Hot enough to make a potato smoke
At the tip of the hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed field
In the valley of the hollowed tip
This ain't a figment of my imagination, buddy
This is where I live! Bama!
[Chorus]
Think he's playin'?
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
He got an old Mossberg
In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
Think he's playin'?
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you
He got an old Mossberg
In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk
On you46 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 7 | 2,010 | 152,649 |
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2,019 | I’ll Be Damned | D12 | [Intro: Proof]
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, where all the girls with burgundy hair get in free
G-Unit in the house! What up baby
Performing live tonight live on stage... Captain Save-A-Ho
And the fabulous Case y'all, stick 'em out y'all
All my Detroit players, let's go!
[Hook: Kon Artis]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
You know all I really wanna do is fuck
I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
You damn right, yes I love menage-a-trois
And I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah"
I'm a Trick Daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
That I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya
I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk
But your badunkadunk, keep my mind on hump
When my mind's on hump it mean my .9's in the trunk
And Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
That your man is, and I'm a freak undercover
I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother
I got five of them motherfuckers trying to smother me already
We can't go steady, but you can give me head
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shed
My chapped lips will cut nipples when breast fed
And on the way, leave the bread with Achmed
I'd love for you to stay but I got another date
With a fat chick that eat cake on play skates
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grapes
Plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape
You might also like[Hook]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
You know all I really wanna do is fuck
I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
[Verse 2: Swift]
I'mma make this one thing clear
Ain't no woman here gon' ruin my career
All the hell you doing is pursuing a dream
That's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems
All these hoes be lying, bullshitting each other
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber?
He might as well have went and told the ho that he love her
I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother
Or my wife, and my sisters, so motherfuck a mistress
They signing a contract before these bitches hit this
Never will a woman take me out that way
I keep a RCA camera in their motherfucking face
[Hook]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
You know all I really wanna do is fuck
I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
[Verse 3: Bizarre (Woman)]
What's your name again? It doesn't matter (Fat motherfucker)
My name is Bizzy, a bodyguard for Mr. Mathers
Sit down girl, let me get you a drink
I'mma buy you a mink, and rape you on the sink
From day one, I knew you was a ho
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pad
[Verse 4: Kuniva]
These hoes be on some bullshit, always trying to pull shit
Outta they ass, get mad and put you on blast
Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you, sucked you, put it on you
Boned you, yapping off with they mouth, saying she loved you
All on your dick, calling your phone, spazzing and shit
Having a fit until you feel like calling it quits
Then she starts calling your chick wanting to fight
Every time you show up at a gig she front row with her friends
Flipping you off follow you to the bar, the bathroom
The parking lot, to the car, pissing you off
Until you blackout, now you and the ho is having a scrap out
You get locked up for assault and now you assed out
[Hook]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
You know all I really wanna do is fuck
I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned3 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 23,188 |
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2,020 | Living Proof | Bad Meets Evil | [Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, Bad and Evil is (back)
(Don't stop)
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
We 'bout to get into a tale of a gunner that details the dungeon
Just as the pale moon illuminates the hail and thunderin'
'01's the year where I fell from blunderin'
Shady lifted his wing, then I fell from under it
Now I’m freefallin’, my career is gone into re-calling
Regardless of who’s fault, I was speedballin'
God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth
Then Marshall doubled back and got me from on top of the Hearse
I’m alive, nigga, Justin T ain’t got nothin' on me
'Cause I done cried Mary J. Blige rivers
I realized that God’s with us, soon as I decided
To put that bottle down and pick up my Todd Bridges
The writing's on the wall
Since niggas seen me at the baseball game
With Shady and Jay-Z, suddenly everybody calls
Like, "I’m just checking on you, dog!"
While I throw up this message on the stall
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
When them bottles stop poppin’ and them dollars start stopping
Do what you did to get it and don't stop (don't stop)
I made a promise to my momma, I'mma out live her
How can I be a quitter when haters don't stop? (don't stop)
I’m living proof, nigga, it's pretty safe to say
God giveth and God taketh away
It's the Worldwide American way, I’m living proof, nigga
You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem]
Your body language is sayin’ your confidence is gone
Well, pick ya ass up, lil' homie, come on
You just gon' sit there and take it or make 'em suck it?
Tell 'em where to shove it straight up
You gon' make love to the world or you gon' fuck it?
The last time that life kicked me in the ass
I pulled down its pants and put a foot up its ass
Man, what a catastrophe it’d be for me to be a bitch-ass pussy
And not open a can of whoop-ass, let you piss-ants whoop me
Will be the day I say I ate poop, shit, the day that
I don't straight shoot, I'll drop outta my anti-women hate group
Say I’m a sissy faggot, record it, play it back
And put it on straight loop, you haters look like you ate a grape fruit
To see me climbing back on that wagon, got my swagger back
I was dragging, hopped back on it, grab the reigns on that bastard
And came back on 'em without remorse man
Man, of course, I’m a one-trick pony
'Cause I’ll be screaming on these whores 'til I’m hoarse!
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
When them bottles stop poppin’ and them dollars start stopping
Do what you did to get it and don't stop (don't stop)
I made a promise to my momma, I'mma out live her
How can I be a quitter when haters don't stop? (don't stop)
I’m living proof, nigga, it's pretty safe to say
God giveth and God taketh away
It's the Worldwide American way, I’m living proof, nigga
[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nah, I ain't fading yet, I’d rather stay and rap
I might've made a debt but I find excitement in wondering what I’ma write next so I don't stay in debt
Me broke, you might as well cut the embryo
Out of my momma and play catch
With the baby with AKs with baby bayonets
I’ma get rich or I’ma die trying
That's why it's either kill or be killed
So call me suicide homicide Ryan
[Verse 4: Eminem]
There's a bomb inside my head, I’m a live wire
I am on the edge, teetering on it like a totter, I might
Get on a nut like a tire iron, I have no desire stopping
So why would I drop and roll? That's how much on fire I am
Rappers are fun and I’m the time 'cause I’m just flying by ‘em
Man, I’m laughing at ‘em the entire time, why am I up?
'Cause tribulations I have triumphed, bitch, I’m fired up
"So one time for me, just let your fuckin' lighters light the sky up"
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
When them bottles stop poppin’ and them dollars start stopping
Do what you did to get it and don't stop (don't stop)
I made a promise to my momma, I'mma out live her
How can I be a quitter when haters don't stop? (don't stop)
I’m living proof, nigga, it's pretty safe to say
God giveth and God taketh away
It's the Worldwide American way, I’m living proof, nigga21 | Hip-Hop | 14 | 6 | 2,011 | 100,137 |
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2,021 | Best Friend | J. Cole | [Verse 1: J. Cole]
I see your homegirl tryna sway you
How you figure I would play you
Would you look at that?
The same one that caught her nigga with some freak
All in her sheets left for a week
Then what she do? Double back
Now I know we far from perfect
But I feel like this is worth it, do you disagree with that?
If not then holla back
Hey and tell ya girl you’ll call her back
[Bridge: Aaliyah]
My best friend say, she sick of me, crying on the phone
Telling how her man dogging me
My best friend say, don't tell her nothing 'bout me and you
'Cause she ain't showing me no sympathy
My best friend say, if she was me, she woulda let ya go
Home a long time ago
My best friend say
My best friend say
I’ll be there, I’ll still be there for you
[Hook: J. Cole, Aaliyah, & Missy Elliot]
In time of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I’ll be there for you
I’ll be there for you
In time of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I’ll be there for you
You might also like[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Now, now, now, now, know we be arguing
But ain't you riding with me?
We breaking, up we making up
Like Dwayne Wayne and Whitley
You throw things, you broke things
Use both hands and hit me
And right when you call the law
I’ll tell my boy to come get me
Then you, then you start listening
To friends, and then it gets tricky
They try to tell you leave, but this love is real sticky
So you ignore the hickeys, the pics of chicks in they vicky’s
That they sent me, is that real love
You’re the only one that I will love
Damn, damn
[Bridge]
My best friend says
I can stay with her
At her house, no doubt, anytime I like
My best friend says
Don't let you in my life cause you don't do for me and you don't act right
My best friend says
If she was me, she would let you go a long, long time ago
My best friend says, my best friend says
[Hook: J. Cole, Aaliyah, & Missy Elliot]
I’ll still be there for you
In time of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I’ll be there for you
I’ll be there for you
In time of need
You can lean on me
Come on, come on
I’ll be there for you
[Outro: J. Cole]
Girl I can see it in your eyes
How you feeling? Let me know what's on your mind
We’ve been together for a long long time
Hey, girl I can see it in your eyes
I know to you it feel like I’m never around
Round, round, round
But if you leave me then who else gon hold me down?
Hey, hey, hey4 | Hip-HopRap | 12 | 11 | 2,010 | 124,207 |
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2,022 | U R the One | D12 | [Hook: Kon Artis]
Now out of all the women in the place
You got me staring at your pretty face
And what that body I can truly say
That U R The One, U R The One, U R The One
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shaking ya ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
Cause U R The One, U R The One, the only one that can move
[Verse 1: Swift]
And you wonder why I call you every day of the week
And have the operator breaking on yo line when you speak
And I can say I'mma make you mine in a blink
You nominated just for your behind and I'm geeked
You a thug with yo best of friend mud wrestling
Sitting in the corner with a mug and a cup of Gin
See me looking for you when you win in the pen
See, I hug you dirty, you confronting me for flirting
You wanted me too, suddenly my company's a burden
But I won't jump a balcony and how can I be hurting?
I'm just playing with you and it's working
Your friends can't save you, they faking like they're nurses
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
The first time I saw you up in them Guess
You the only reason I use Federal Express
Shit.. I don't be having no packages
Now I'm getting dressers, lamps, and big mattresses
I go crazy when I smell your odor
I just wanna pick you up and take you to Ponderosa
Steak and potatoes whatever you want
Alright just the buffet my publishing check didn't come
You don't care about D12, you don't know about Bizarre
All you know is that I'm weird and I wear a Wonder Bra
That's fine... I just wanna make you mine
Niggas say you a three, I think you a dime
You might also like[Hook: Kon Artis]
Now out of all the women in the place
You got me staring at your pretty face
And what that body I can truly say
That U R The One, U R The One, U R The One
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shaking ya ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
Cause U R The One, U R The One, the only one that can move
[Verse 3: Proof]
I love the way your body grinding all in my face
Only thing on your mind is which wallet to rape
Yo ass look so perfect with your thong on your waist
Built like a stallion you belong in a race
Got money by the barrel, King Kong in the place
Movie and a dinner is as long as I wait
Hey, I ain't in your ear all talking dates
Got you dizzy off the crissy, you ain't walking straight
Got a room key in yo booty and let's cultivate
You so pretty love them titties, they soft and fake
Bring yo friends damn, your skin smell like coffee cake
Yo, meet me at the place when you get off at 8
[Verse 4: Kuniva]
The way you moving got me bugging out
And you quit to take off your jacket and slug it out
We thug it out, pouring 40s out, We give each other daps
In fact We both hate going out, we both hate small gats
You the truth, I'm for real yo I love you to death
And if we break up I'mma stalk you and bug you to death
Until you scared to leave the house because you know I'm in the bushes
We went from hugs and kisses to shoves and pushes
It's all love take it in stride I'm only joking with you
I don't get down like that, you know I'll never hit you
But still and yet if I ever feel I'm about to
I'll gently grab your shoulders and SHAKE THE SHIT OUT YOU, GIRL!
[Hook: Kon Artis]
Now out of all the women in the place
You got me staring at your pretty face
And what that body I can truly say
That U R The One, U R The One, U R The One
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shaking ya ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
Cause U R The One, U R The One, the only one that can move
[Verse 5: Kon Artis]
I take 'em light skin, dark skin, short and black
Attitudes sassy and they asses fat
Corporate suburb but you can be a classy rat
Louis Vuitton cost too much to have a bag to match
Girl, forget all that, I'm getting rich off rap
And you can be my A&R as long as you got my back
Sagittarius are entrepreneurs and that's a fact
And your birthday is seven days after mine correct?
Well, that's two thing we got in common, baby
Hope it ain't a problem that I'm involved with Shady
Cause come next year I will not be dating
Cause my plans to be with your stanking ass, okay?
[Hook: Kon Artis]
Now out of all the women in the place
You got me staring at your pretty face
And what that body I can truly say
That U R The One, U R The One, U R The One
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shaking ya ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
Cause U R The One, U R The One, the only one that can move2 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 14,267 |
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2,023 | 6 In The Morning (Come On In) | D12 | [Intro: Eminem]
Good morning! Ha-ha!
Wake your motherfucking asses up!
Are y'all with us or what?
Well, come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleeping on my group, BITCH!
[Verse 1: Eminem]
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin' my ass whipped
'Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past these little piss ants
That wanna be brawny bad asses so bad
And they so mad, they can't stand it
'Cause we can and they can't spit
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap, and it's a wrap, and it's scrap, and then it isn't rap, is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you gotta go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but my passion is to smash anyone rappin' without havin' to slap him
Believe me, I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic
'Cause I'm tellin' you right now, you're not gonna like it
'Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin' you with me
You poke a stick at a pit bull, you get bit, B
These words stick to you like Krazy Glue when you diss me
'Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets to 50
I'm the beautiful-lest thing and you gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Keith Murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof, are you with me?
You might also like[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody, good morning!
[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
They consider me the epitome me of a beef starter
In a party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs, I'm walkin' gloves with a shotgun
Constantly poppin' slugs, they hot, son, better not run (Aah!)
The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain't conscious
In a house full of dog shit
I'm a gothic death project, you stop breathin'
You die quicker than Mach speed without bleedin'
It ain't about what you readin'
When you meet me, better speak like a season's greetings
Either that or we'll be beefin' frequent
You niggas need an ''E'' just to speak shit
Your leader's a petite bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it, and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from the mind of a mental patient
When Glocks wave, you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody, good morning!
[Verse 3: Kon Artis]
I heard you niggas don't like us, but so what?
This beef is like, "What the fuck did he say in his rap, Em?"
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggas squeeze on me
Please, I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks and my MPC and a mic
They empty out on them bike to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphors to get points across when I write
This emotion's enough to say: "Fuck you, bitch, and I don't like you!"
What?! I might as well give this up, but that'd be selfish as fuck
To leave D12 in this, but we can't self-destruct
I've never felt it this much, c'mon, fellas, get up!
We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, c'mon!
[Verse 4: Kuniva]
I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off of the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifth
Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick
We can't take you seriously, you a comedy skit
You probably wish that you could be out, shooting at G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can't believe
You speaking on moving keys, but every time we hear you kick it
The only thing that you selling is woof tickets
I look wicked 'cause niggas'll test your nutsack
So when they bust, you better bust back or get your guts clapped outta your stomach
And when they want it I'll bring a hundred niggas from Runyon, so get to gunnin' if you coming
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody, good morning!9 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 41,827 |
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2,024 | Whether or Not (Freestyle) | D12 | [Hook: Eminem]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fuck
[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh?
Where the fuck you think he started at holmes, huh?
Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you take
Kick yo' face 'till yo' head go through this window and break
Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
And collect bank from every weed spot like I'm one time
I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive prone to hit anything at any given night
Fuck leaving my roots, I'm still in cahoots with nincompoops who shoot out like troops in Beirut
Pull up in a red hearse with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse
With a coach purse screaming his throat hurts
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
On my Harley Davidson, I ride down Main Street
I speed with my dad's name on my ass cheek
Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anyone else who wanna get fucked, 'cause
(Yeah bitch, oh shit!)
You might also like[Hook: Eminem]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fuck
[Verse 3: Eminem]
We interrupt your little world of perfectness
To bring you the shit to murder conservatives with
To curse and diss, with verses so merciless
These words can just fuck up your high worse than this
{Police Sirens}
I've killed for less, and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I've concealed a piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just because I got caught by these cops once
I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns
So many damn murders I can't even count one
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
I don't know what the fuck they're called, I just grab them
12-gauge dumps in a drug-fueled rage, fuck age, still goin' through my "fuck-you" stage
I'm a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, I'mma never grow up, bitch, I ain't gon' ever get old
I'll be sitting here with a cane and a beard
Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah
So until I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, I'mma drop a damn single every goddamn week, people
It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID
Kids
[Verse 4: Proof]
Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously
The outcome's hot, once split your brain in three
Proof with crooked raps, always ask them "What the fuck you lookin' at"?
And invite the hook to scrap
I gave my life to God, nigga, then I took it back
Move it black, this fuckin' gat'll leave your cookie cracked
Detroit's derelict arrogant terrorist, straight on you aerospit
Spit at various people to leave you with a body to get buried with
Every hit was serious, niggas wanna know how murderous the Dirty Harry is
When I'm on your front porch with guns about to bust
'Cause
[Hook: Eminem]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fuck
[Verse 5: Swift]
When they run into Swift they change directions
My shit so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection
You need protection, you gon' fear it
I snatch away yo' DNA from existence, with no spirit
Give up the carats or see the nine
Fuckin' with mine is like Farakhan chewin' up swine, on Christmas
With a white trailer bitch on his arm, chillin' in Europe, havin dinner with a Uncle Tom
I attack killin', fuckin' hoes like Matt Dillon
Stackin' obituaries higher than Michael Jackson's ceiling
I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin'
Hate what I'm deliverin', you know the best then send 'em in, crack you with a fifth of gin
You got your men, but they all wearin' skirts like them niggas from Scotland, you hoes are not grim
Don't make me stop in with a mag, and blow yo feet up out yo Top Tens
[Verse 6: Kuniva]
I'm the one they call in to torture ya
Smackin' your bitch and forcin' her in the back seat of an old Corcia
Kuniva's the silent type, but under the silence is a violent life, usually followed by sirens and lights
Get your throat cut by this tyrant's knife, from high as a kite
And my get-a-way driver's drivin' right
Fuckin' with Hans will get you flipped like a baton, the deadliest bombs
Wrap around niggas like Camabons, you know I ain't nothin' to play with
Thinkin' you real like The Matrix, fuckin' with niggas drippin' off self-hatred
I'm on some live shit, rappers be on some "Ready To Die" shit
'Till I put a ice pick, right through they eyelids, fuck heaters, I'll knock you out instead of shootin'
I hit hard, break yo' fuckin' jaw like Resolution
Give up the cash and coat, or get your little brother's classroom smoked
And the substitue gagged and choked
Nigga
[Hook: Eminem]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fuck
[Outro]
D12, June 19th
Do 'shrooms like me
Get ready for it.
Trouble soon, baby
You know it
Tell your mama and your sister too
'Cause we fuckin' 'em5 | Hip-Hop | null | 4 | 2,001 | 17,944 |
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2,028 | Stand Up | Ludacris | [Intro: Ludacris & Shawnna]
Stand up! ah
Stand up! yeah
Stand up! ah
Stand up! uh
[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna]
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
How you ain't gon' fuck?! Bitch, I'm me!
I'm the goddamn reason you in VIP
CEO, you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali
Blaow! We ain't got nothing to worry about
Whoop ass, let security carry them out
Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless
It feels like a midget is hanging from my necklace
I pulled up with a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks, ahh
Pass the bottles, the heat is on
We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong
What's wrong? The club and the moon is full
And I'm looking for a thick, young lady to pull
One sure shot way to get them out of them pants
Take note to the brand new dance
Like this
See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna]
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Go on with your big ass, let me see something
Tell your little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where the fuck is the waitress at with my drinks?
My people outside and they can't get in
We gon' rush the back door & break them in
The owner already pissed cause we sort of late
But our time and our clothes, got to coordinate
Most girls looking right, some looking a mess
That's why they spilling drinks all over your dress
But Louis Vuitton bras all over your breasts
Got me wanting to put hickeys all over your chest
Ahh, come on we gon' party tonight
Y'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life
Don't be scared, show another part of your life
The more drinks in your system, the harder the fight
[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna]
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
[Bridge: Ludacris]
Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand up!
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Damn right, the fire marshal wanna shut us down
Get us out, so someone can gun us down
We was two songs away from getting some cut up
Now we one song away from tearing the club up
Move over; Luda got something to say
Do it now cause tomorrow ain't promised today
Work with me, let's become one with the beat
And don't worry about me stepping all over your feet
[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna]
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
[Outro: Ludacris & Shawnna]
Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand up! Just like that?
Stand up! Just like that?
Stand up!
Stand up!8 | Hip-HopRap | 19 | 8 | 2,003 | 105,161 |
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2,029 | Roses | Kanye West | [Produced by Kanye West and Jon Brion]
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I know it's past visiting hours
But can I please give her these flowers?
The doctor don't wanna take procedures
He claim her heart can't take the anesthesia
It'll send her body into a seizure
That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin'
Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words
What do you say at this time? Remember when I was nine?
Tell her everything gon' be fine, but I be lyin'
Her family cryin', they want her to live, and she tryin'
I'm arguin', like, "What kind of doctor can we fly in?"
You know the best medicine go to people that's paid
If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS
And all the broke motherfuckers passed away
You telling me if my grandma's in the NBA
Right now, she'd be okay?
But since she was just a secretary
Working for the church for 35 years
Things 'sposed to stop right here?
My grandfather tryin' to pull it together, he strong
That's where I get my confidence from
I asked the nurse, "Did you do the research?"
She asked me, "Can you sign some t-shirts?"
"Bitch, is you smokin' reefer?
You don't see that we hurt?" But still–
You might also like[Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams]
I smile
When Rosie comes to see me
And I can't wait for a sunny day (Seeing it through your eyes)
Can't wait for the clouds to break
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
They outside of the emergency room, room
You can feel my heartbeat, beat, beat
If she gon' pull through, we gon' find out soon
But right now, she 'sleep, sleep, sleep
My momma say they say she could pass away any day
Hey chick, what these doctors know anyway?
Let me see the X-rays, I ain't no expert, I'm just hurt
Cousin Kim took off of work
Plus, my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Klaye and Aunt Jean
So many aunties we could have an Auntie Team
Feel like Amerie, it's just "1 Thing"
When they said that she made it, you see they eyes gleam
I think we at a all-time high
To get there, we run, we fly, we drive
'Cause with my family, we know where home is
So instead of sending flowers, we the roses
[Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams]
I smile
When Rosie comes to see me
And I can't wait for a sunny day (Seeing it through your eyes)
Can't wait for the clouds to break
[Break: Bill Withers & Patti LaBelle]
'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine (Oh)
[Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams]
I smile
When Rosie comes to see me
And I can't wait for a sunny day (Seeing it through your eyes)
Can't wait for the clouds to break
[Hook: Bill Withers & Patti LaBelle]
I smile
When Rosie comes to see me
And I'm sad when Rosie goes away
'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine (Say)
[Outro: Patti LaBelle]
Can't wait, I can't wait, no
Can't wait, I can't wait, no
Can't wait, I can't wait
No, can't wait for
For a sunny day
Momma can't wait
For the clouds to break
Mm, mmm, mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Oh-oh-oh-oh, no, no, say
Tellin' you the truth now
Said I can't wait, uh-uh
I won't wait, no64 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 8 | 2,005 | 418,058 |
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2,030 | Big Yellow Taxi | Joni Mitchell | [Verse 1]
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot
[Chorus]
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop
Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop)
[Verse 2]
They took all the trees, put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half just to see 'em
[Chorus]
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop
Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop)
[Verse 3]
Hey farmer, farmer, put away the DDT now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees, please
You might also like[Chorus]
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop
Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop)
[Verse 4]
Late last night, I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi took away my old man
[Chorus]
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop)
I said, don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop)
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop)
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot9 | BluesFolk | 1 | 1 | 1,970 | 204,374 |
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2,031 | Light Speed | Dr. Dre | [Intro: Dr. Dre & (girl)]
Hey, yo, whassup?
My name is Dre
Can I blaze some chronic witchu?
(Nigga, what? Fo' sho'!
Roll that shit up!)
Hell yeah
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Still always into something, heart still in Compton
The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals
Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes
And Firm Fiascoes—assholes
Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up
Doing a tango
And cash, always in my grasp
Came up in the game wearin' khakis not kangols, stranglin' hoes
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass
One feedin' me mangoes, the other lightin' my hash
Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (What?)
Came home uptight, ready to mash
Like a gas pedal, get on that '64 Chevy level
AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
'Cause we rebels over here, I smell chronic in the air
That means we takin' over this year
You hear?
You might also like[Bridge: Girl, KRS-One & Dr. Dre]
Chronic, 2000
"One!"
That means we takin' over this year, ya hear?
[Chorus: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al]
Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed
Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas?
[Verse 2: Hittman]
I hang among hustlers, that slang and Hoo-bang Bronson
When bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew
We will hold you captive and bust
'Cause gangbangin' is the active, activity
Where I be livin', B, there ain't no Liberty Statue
Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you
Slippin', without yours, it's warfare outdoors
Ambulance, violent uproars
Trash niggas takin' out like chores
I meet whores on tours
Jeanie`s hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores
B on some hardcore, pornographic
Toting Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic
In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like Lebanon
Makin' fools "Retreat!" like Megatron and Starscream
Oh yeah I scream on stars
That get loot then crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggas
At Bar One, it's either that or make front page stardom
I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sardo Numpsay
But God's my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me, you hear?
By the time you see him *Two gun shots*
That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear?
[Chorus: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al]
Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed
Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas?8 | Hip-HopRap | 16 | 11 | 1,999 | 54,418 |
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2,032 | That’s All She Wrote | T.I. | [Chorus: T.I.]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before
But still, I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
[Post-Chorus]
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote (Yeah)
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
[Verse 1: T.I.]
It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin'
That I’m sewin' up the game, destroyin' life, they hate me for it
Eventually, see they can't beat, and then with me, they join
Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned (Bah)
You tell lies, get cut, nigga, kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop
I just laugh at nigga wishin' they were this hot (Haha)
Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off
Better that than pissed on, I’m the Jetsons, you the Flintstones
Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time
Thought you niggas been known, ain't no blockin' my shine
Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime
I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes
So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind
See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: T.I.]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
[Verse 2: Eminem]
You're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed–wait, Sarah, you're late
Your train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face
Night's over, goodbye, ho, I thought that I told ya
That spilled nut ain't nothin' to cry over
Never shoulda came within range of my Rover
Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up
Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her
To still come back to the crib
Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up
She mistook me for some high roller when I won't buy a soda
Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)
Buy you a bag of Fritos?
I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder
If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya
Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars
You'll get your eyes swolled up, I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear?
Bitch, you're already bi-polar
[Chorus: Eminem]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches knew as soon as they saw me
It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
I roll like a desperado
Now I never know where I’m gonna go
Still, I ball like there’s no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
[Verse 3: T.I.]
The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (That's it!)
But don’t get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit (Nope)
Yeah, life is sure a bitch (Bitch), but she know I’m rich
That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pourin' in
Peso, euro, yen, ah-ha, I’m paid, never gon' be broke again
See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain
Never gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang
It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit
Yeah, I’m on another level, but you niggas still can't get it
It's all over ‘fore you finish—sorry, bro, this where we end it
Won’t give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business
[Verse 4: Eminem]
Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it, Tip?
And each one thinks they the shit
Shirt off my back? I wouldn’t give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I’m givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine
Let 'em get a good taste of it
I’m sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didn't
I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it
So, I pace this shit a little bit quicker, that clock I'm racin' it, double timin' it
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks to catch on
While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong
Man, I still say "K-Mart's" like there's an apostrophe "s" on it, dog
And they say McDonald's isn’t a restaurant, well I guess I’m wrong
But if you're gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg!
[Bridge: T.I.]
And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane
I’m as strong as they king, they were gone ‘fore they came
Now I don’t wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys
They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why
[Chorus: T.I., Eminem, Both]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
I roll like a desperado
Now I never know where I’m gonna go
But still I ball like there’s no tomorrow
Goodnight, it’s over with (and) that's all she wrote
[Post-Chorus: T.I. & Eminem]
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote85 | Hip-HopRap | 7 | 12 | 2,010 | 481,589 |
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2,033 | I Don’t Feel So Good | Lupe Fiasco | [Intro: Gorillaz]
Picture I'm a dreamer
I'll take you deeper
Down to the sleepy glow
Time is a low
Don't you know?
What are we going to do?
What are we going to do?
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Is there something in the air? Do you feel it?
Is it close? Is it far? Is it here? Do you feel it?
Are you happy? You sad? You scared? Do you feel it?
Is it right? Is it wrong? Is it fair? Do you feel it?
Is it real? Is it fake? Do you care? Do you feel it?
When he stopped and he paid for head, did he feel it?
With his wife when he laid in the bed, did she feel it?
When the police kicked in the door, did he feel it?
When he had to go to war, did he feel it?
When they hung and they swung from a tree, did they feel it?
Well I know when they come for me, will I feel it
When he blew all his money to ball, did he feel it?
When that bullet came through a wall, did she feel it?
When he stopped and he dropped when he died, did he feel it?
When his momma closed his eyes, did he feel it?
When she couldn't take the pain, did she feel it?
When the dope flows through her veins, does she feel it?
When she took off all her clothes, did she feel it?
When she slid down that pole, did she feel it?
Will it all be clear to see, will I feel it?
If God forgives me, will I feel it?
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I ask my baby if she love me, she said she don't know
She said the game's got her heart, the streets have got her soul
I ask my baby if she love me, she said she don't know
She said the game's got her heart, the streets have got her soul
I said, "Wow"
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
When his food come out the trash, does he feel it?
When he sleeps under the underpass, does he feel it?
When she's pregnant and smoking weed, does she feel it?
When the jury just won't believe, do they feel it?
When this song come on in the club, do you feel it?
When a racist shows you love, do you feel it?
When he know he won't win the game, do he feel it?
When a preacher is driven insane, do he feel it?
Every time I write a rhyme, do I feel it?
When I'm running out of time, will I feel it?
When the liquor is poured on the ground, do they feel it?
If my music didn't make a sound, would you feel it?
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2,035 | Imma Do It | Fabolous | [Chorus: Kobe]
The block got my back
And my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin'
Said she need more loot
Every block, every hood
Every ghetto got beef
Got a heater on my lap
And another in the back
Shit, how I’m supposed to cope
With all this stress on me?
Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me
I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it (I'ma do it)
Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it (I'ma do it)
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Yeah!
Feelin' just like JFK
In the city that let 'em fly like JFK (Ayy)
Sometimes LaGaurdia
I ain't gone lie to ya
If looks could kill
Then my style might body ya
That's why I'm with naudia
I call my gun naudia
When she say hi to ya
It's buh-buh-bye to ya
Make it sound like Saudi Arabia
Maybe the haters should
Watch what he say to her
You think
See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Kobe]
I can hold my head high and die
Or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate
I don't give a fuck
[Chorus: Kobe]
The block got my back
And my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin'
Said she need more loot
Every block, every hood
Every ghetto got beef
Got a heater on my lap
And another in the back
Shit, how I’m supposed to cope
With all this stress on me?
Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me
I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Yeah!
Now who are you to tell me
How to conduct myself
Why don't you practice safe sex
And go fuck yourself
The rumor is that I'm a hazzard to a sucka's health (Oh-oh)
I coulda told you that (Oh-oh)
Yeah I coulda told you that (Oh-oh)
Picture me, not fly
Where's them exposures at? (Oh-oh)
Right here, on my lap (Oh-oh)
That's where my composure's at (Oh-oh)
I'm back like a gun cock
I'm so cool that
If I go to hell
All I need is my sun block
[Pre-Chorus: Kobe]
Nigga hold ya head high and die
Or live and duck
My attitude is celibate
I don't give a fuck
[Chorus: Kobe]
The block got my back
And my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin'
Said she need more loot
Every block, every hood
Every ghetto got beef
Got a heater on my lap
And another in the back
Shit, how I’m supposed to cope
With all this stress on me?
Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me
I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
I mean let's be honest
You never liked a nigga
Tryna lesbian-us
So I kept the strap on
Clap off, clap on
Lights out, like flights out
You could be departed
Never me who started
I Lambo Gallard-ed
I am vehically challenged
That means the car is retarded
But regardless
I'm "Tin Man" heartless
No love
Hey son, lookin' for love?
Get a show on VH1
[Pre-Chorus: Kobe]
Nigga hold ya high and die
Or live and duck
My attitude is Virgins
Still don't give a fuck
[Chorus: Kobe]
The block got my back
And my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin'
Said she need more loot
Every block, every hood
Every ghetto got beef
Got a heater on my lap
And another in the back
Shit, how I’m supposed to cope
With all this stress on me?
Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me
I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)1 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 7 | 2,009 | 43,305 |
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2,036 | The Message | Nas | [Produced by Trackmasters]
[Verse 1]
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Zé make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes
32 shotguns, regulate with my dunns
17 rocks gleam from one ring
They let me let y'all niggas know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin', Vegas-style, roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin' on millenniums
20 G bets I'm winnin' 'em, threats I'm sendin' 'em
Lex with TV sets the minimum, ill sex adrenaline
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec
To chase the Henny, wet any clique with the semi TEC
Who want it? Diamonds I flaunt it
Chickenheads flock I lace 'em, fried broiled with basil taste 'em
Crack the legs way out of formation
It's horizontal how I have 'em fuckin' me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
Grab your gun, it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke MAC that won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs bug ‘cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
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I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[Verse 2]
I peeped you frontin'
I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
Across the street you was wildin'
Talkin' about how you ran the Island in '89
Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
I cocked the baby 9, that nigga grave be mine
Clanked him—what was he thinkin'?
On my corner when it's pay-me time
Dug 'em, you owe me, cousin
Somethin' told me "Plug him!"
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one
Heard shots and dropped, son, caught a hot one
Somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came askin' me my name
What the fuck? I got stitched up, it went through
Left the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped?
Black was in the Jeep watchin'
All he seen speed by was a brown Datsun
And yo, nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily
The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lightin' Ls, sippin' Coors on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before
We used to score together uptown coppin' the raw
But, uh—a thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers (Word up)
[Refrain 2]
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
[Outro: Nas & (AZ)]
Thug niggas, yo, to them thug niggas
Gettin' it on in the world, you know?
To them niggas that's locked down
Doin' they thing, survivin', ya know'm sayin'?
To my thorough niggas, New York and worldwide
Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia
9-6 shit, The Firm clique
Illmatic, nigga, It Was Written though
It's been a long time comin'
Y'all fake niggas, tryin' to copy
Better come with the real though, fake-ass niggas, yo
(They throw us slugs, we throwin' them back, what)
Bring the shit, man! Live, man!
(Fuck that son, word up) 9-6 shit119 | Hip-Hop | 2 | 7 | 1,996 | 736,706 |
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2,039 | Did It On’em | Nicki Minaj | [Intro]
(Bangladesh)
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
All these bitches is my sons
And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em (Pss)
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off
And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam, radiator
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Safaree]
(That was a earthquake, bitch), shitted on 'em
(You felt the ground shake, right?), man, I just shitted on 'em
(You bitches ain't fucking with her), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You must've, ah)
(You must've lost your fuckin' mind), shitted on 'em
(You must've bumped your fuckin' head), man, I just shitted on 'em
(You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-looking bitches), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (Uh, yo, ah)
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This stone is flawless, F1
I keep shooters up top in the F1
A lot of bad bitches beggin' me to F one
But I'ma eat them rap bitches when the chef come
Throw some fresh ones
More talent in my motherfuckin' left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan, then the bitch deaf, dumb
You ain't my son, you my motherfuckin' step-son
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Safaree]
(I don't know what layaway look like), shitted on 'em
(Bitch, I can't even spell "welfare"), man, I just shitted on 'em
(You got me mistaken with your mother, ho), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You bitches at the bottom of the totem pole)
(We at the top, bitch, she flopped), shitted on 'em
(Louis Vuitton everything, bitch), man, I just shitted on 'em
(Gucci, we don't fuck with it, it's too cheap, motherfucker), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You bitches, ah, man)
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
All these bitches is my sons
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Phoenix
Bitch, I get money, so I dos what I pleases
I live where the motherfuckin' pools and the trees is
Broke bitches so crusty (Disgust me)
Gave the bitch a ride, got the Continental dusty
Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the duff'-B
Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me, ew
I'm the terminator
Bitch talk slick, I'ma have to terminate her
These little nappy-headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed, I'll spray you with the germinator (Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh)
Move back, bugs
Matter fact, you know the queen could use a back rub (Ah)
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used to be here, now you're gone, Nair
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Safaree]
(You nappy-headed son of a bitches), shitted on 'em
(I'ma start throwing Just for Me perm at your heads), man, I just shitted on 'em
(I'ma get the kid version), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (The kid version, 'cause you're a bunch of kids)
(Bunch of lil' nappy-headed hoes runnin' around, yeah), shitted on 'em
(Just for Me), man, I just shitted on 'em
(You know it, yeah, ho, you know it), shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (Just for Me perm in your head when we see you, ow)43 | Hip-Hop | 7 | 4 | 2,011 | 733,950 |
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2,042 | I’m The Best | Nicki Minaj | [Intro]
Uh
Yo
Yo
[Verse 1]
It was back in '07, did a couple of tapes
Did a couple DVDs, made a couple mistakes
Didn't know what I was doing, but I put on a cape
Now it's, "Which world tour should I go on today?"
See, you told me I would lose, but I won
I might cop a million Jimmy Choos just for fun
'Cause bitches couldn't take what was in me, Australia, Sydney
Might run up in Disney, out in LA with Lindsay
Got the eye of the tiger, the Lion of Judah
Now it's me and my time, it's just me in my prime
Everything I tried to teach 'em, they gon' see it in time
Tell 'em bitches get a stick, I'm done leadin' the blind
Got two shows tonight, that's Brooklyn and Dallas
Then a private party at the Buckingham Palace
Which means I gotta fly like a movie, no commercial
That's Young Money, Cash Money, yeah, I'm Universal
[Chorus]
I hear they comin' for me
Because the top is lonely
What the fuck they gon' say?
What the fuck they gon' say?
I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it
I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it
I'm the best, best, best, best
I'm the best, best, best, best
I'm the best
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I remember when I couldn't buy my mother a couch
Now I'm sitting at the closing, bought my mother a house
You could never understand why I grind like I do
Micaiah and Jelani why I grind like I do
'Cause even when my daddy was on crack, I was crack
Now the whole album crack, you ain't gotta skip a track
I ain't gotta get a plaque, I ain't gotta get awards
I just walk up out the door, all the girls will applaud
All the girls will commend as long as they understand
That I'm fighting for the girls that never thought they could win
'Cause before they could begin, you told 'em it was the end
But I am here to reverse the curse that they live in
Got two bones to pick, I'ma only choose one
You might get addressed on the second album
Which means you can breathe 'til I motherfucking say so
To all my bad bitches, I could see your halo
[Chorus]
I hear they comin' for me
Because the top is lonely
What the fuck they gon' say?
What the fuck they gon' say?
I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it
I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it
I'm the best, best, best, best
I'm the best, best, best, best
I'm the best
[Bridge]
It's okay, it's okay
Long as you know, long as you know
Long as you motherfuckers know
I'm the best, best, best, best, best, best
[Chorus]
I hear they comin' for me (I hope they comin' for me)
Because the top is lonely ('Cause the top is lonely)
What the fuck they gon' say? (What they gon' say?)
What the fuck they gon' say? (What they gon' say?)
I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it
I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it
I'm the best, best, best, best (I'm the best)
I'm the best, best, best, best (I'm the best)
I'm the best28 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 11 | 2,010 | 156,446 |
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2,044 | Blazin’ | Nicki Minaj | [Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey, hey, yeah
Oh, oh (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Oh (Ooh)
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin', feels like I'm–
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
How could it be, little me
Had the power to be the best B in the league
Yeah, inevitably, but could it be little me?
You was heckling me, now it's monotony winning regularly, yo
I catch rec on recreation, so I exceed all your expectations
Bitches ain't got it in 'em, I kill 'em and then I skin 'em
The contract was signed, but I am the addendum
So-so where my dawgs at, Randy
Ma-ma-matter fact, get off my dick, bitch, Andy
'Ca-'ca-'ca-'ca-'ca-'cause everything is fine and dandy
Go against me now, I dare you, Bambi
Half a million dollars just to upgrade the car show
I ain't even detonate the bombs in the arsenal
Before the storm comes the calm
Hope you can take the heat like LeBron
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
I'm the best now
Anybody with some money should invest now
Soccer moms need to organize a pep rall'
Your game over, bitch, Gatorade, wet towel
Mothafuckers ain't ready, they never been
As long as I am in the game, you'll never win
I'm on that different type of high, heroin
Put on my cape and hit the sky, heroine
You might also like[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Kanye West]
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Feels like I'm blazin')
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' (Uh)
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Yeah, uh)
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
This is the moment, grab your Kodak
While I'm flying with a flow that is
The greatest throwback since that Nolan Ryan
And the days been crazy and the nights even wilder
And the lights even brighter, baby, stand next to my fire
Only higher is Messiah or notes from Mariah
'Rari six hundred horses, that's my chariot of fire
Where we flyin', they can't find us, all them broke days behind us
I just took your whole life and redesigned it, uh
I think I'm Marc Jacobs, I think I'm Lagerfeld
I think without makeup, you still bad as hell
I'ma grab your waist, then I'ma grab your face and
Then I'ma taste it, then I'ma blaze it
Hello all my bad girls, this just in
Yeezy hurt the beat like he fucked her best friend
And she let him back in, and he just did it again
He crazy, he blazin', he off the deep end
I'm blazin', I'm flagrant, I'm crazy, I'm sayin'
Too much for the world so they abbreviate him
His past is her fave, his stats is amaze
Her dress is just perf, uh, Prada colored beige
It's obvi we the ish and I'm rolling with my Brits
So real, you so trill, baby, everything legit
How you feel? They say we crazed 'cause our styles so diff'
They'll be jeal' when we in the mag lookin' magnif'
As if I ain't used Magnums on your favorite bad bitch
Fuck these background niggas, I was tryna ad-lib
Add this, we blazin', Nicki, what you think?
I got two White Russians, but we also need some drinks
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Feels like I'm blazin')
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
[Bridge]
It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin'
It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin'
It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin'
It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin'
It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin'
It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin'
It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin'
It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin'
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Feels like I'm blazin')
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'23 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 11 | 2,010 | 186,776 |
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2,045 | Moment 4 Life | Nicki Minaj | [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I fly with the stars in the skies
I am no longer trying to survive
I believe that life is a prize
But to live doesn't mean you're alive
Don't worry 'bout me and who I fire
I get what I desire, it's my empire
And yes, I call the shots, I am the umpire
I sprinkle holy water upon a vampire
In this very moment, I'm king
In this very moment, I slay Goliath with a sling
This very moment, I bring
Put it on everything that I will retire with the ring
And I will retire with the crown, yes
No, I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes
Clap for the heavyweight champ, me
But I couldn't do it all alone, we
Young Money raised me, grew up out in Baisley
Southside Jamaica, Queens, and it's crazy
'Cause I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me
Shout out to my haters, sorry that you couldn't faze me
Ain't being cocky, we just vindicated
Best believe that when we done, this moment will be syndicated
I don't know, this night just remind me of
Everything they deprived me of (Yeah)
Put your drinks up
It's a celebration every time we link up
We done did everything they can think of
Greatness is what we on the brink of
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I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life
'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive
I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life
This is my moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive
[Verse 2: Drake]
What I tell them hoes? Bow, bow, bow to me, drop down to your knees
Young Money the mafia, that's word to Lil' Cease
I'm in the Dominican, Big Papi Ortiz
Doing target practice, all these bitches just aiming to please
Shout out to the CEO, 500 Degreez
Shout out to the OVO, red wings and fatigues, oh
Niggas wanna be friends, how coincidental
This supposed to be y'all year? We ain't get the memo
A young king, pay me in gold
40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll
These niggas be droppin' songs, they ain't even cold
Weezy on top, and that nigga ain't even home yet
Yeah, be very afraid
These other rappers gettin' bodied and carried away
Fuck it, me and Nicki Nick gettin' married today
And all you bitches that be hatin' can catch a bouquet, ooh
Yeah, you a star in my eyes
You and all them white girls, party of five
Are we drinking a lil' more? I can hardly decide
I can't believe we really made it, I'm partly surprised, I swear
Damn, this one for the books, man
I swear this shit is as fun as it looks, man
I'm really tryna make it more than what it is
'Cause everybody dies, but not everybody lives, ah
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life
'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive
I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life
This is my moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
This is my moment
I waited all my
Life, I can tell it's time
Drifting away, I'm
One with the sunsets
I have become alive
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life
'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive
I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life
'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive89 | Hip-Hop | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 755,182 |
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2,046 | The Sauce (Benzino Diss) | Eminem | [Intro]
It's all bad now, man
It's all bad
But y'all done fucked up now!
Yeah!
Haha!
New shit!
Ayo
I just want
The whole world to know
That I did not start this
But I will finish it
[Verse]
Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's what it was
Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this rap
For the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassed
Then you hype, ‘cause you last
And you might whoop some ass; if you lost, then you lost
Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in
The Source was like our only source of light
When the mics used to mean somethin', a four was like
You were the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or five means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas
Or Benzino—shit, I don't even think you realize
You're playin' with motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
Probably ‘cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin' breath to get a five
Shit, I was right, I'da fuckin' died already tryin'
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet it's why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
(*Spit*) Fuck a relationship! We through!
No more Source to street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays's head
Every issue there's an eight-page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin' waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
So, listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's 'bout to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfuckin' mother
You motherfuckin' punk!
Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell your little sell-out mag
I ain't mad, I feel bad, here's an ad
Here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit
That you don't know about, yeah?
Let's talk about how you're puttin' your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy, you're bored now
I'm pushin' 30, you're kickin' 40's door down
Bitch, this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll always see me on your TV
‘Cause you've got to stay up 'til three in the mornin'
To see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeah
So, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back
Just know that Benzino's wack; no matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow, jack
You're better off tryin' to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin' and bossin' Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him, and forced him to stay
Locked in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, ‘cause I would have never said shit if you'd
Have kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, Exclusive
Yo, Lantern, yo Whoo Kid
You know what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin' a bitch?...bitch!,
You owe me!You might also like47 | Rap | 21 | 11 | 2,002 | 158,348 |
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2,047 | Taking My Ball | Eminem | [Intro]
Yo, Dre, man
Make my vocals sound sexy, woo!
Come on, man, come on, man, okay
[Chorus]
It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's all right, it's okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm taking my ball and going home, home
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I'm that guy, man, shove a diamond up my hind end
And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals
Slut poke holes in ya shirt, jump in mud puddles
While I stomp mudholes in ya ass, girl, now let's cuddle
Blood curdlin', you're gurglin' on your blood, what'll
I do for my next trick? I'm feelin' wonderful
I think I might just do somethin' a little less subtle
Shove a fuckin' Tonka truck up a little kid's butthole
Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador
Of the Valentine's Day Massacre slash assassin
I slash her in the ass with a icicle
And leave her layin' in a blood bath while I
Put a catheter in and jump in the bath with her
In my Spider-Man mask, man, just imagine the
Fun I can have with a strap-on
Stick it up Kim Kardashian's ass and make the bitch run a triathlon
Are those pistachios? Damn, I'd like to have some
Laying on the patio, man, rolling a fat one
Shady, drop the magic marker, put the cap on
Goddamn, man, are you that much of an asshole?
You might also like[Chorus]
It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's all right, it's okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm taking my ball and going home, home
[Verse 2: Eminem]
I'm like Houdini, tuck my teenie eenie weenie between each
One of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie
Make the shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini
Believe me, homie, you don't know the meaning of a meanie
They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter, I'm tryna manoeuvre the
Hoover up in your poop chute, don't move or ya
Might get it stuck so fuckin' far up in your uvula
You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gluteus (Woo)
Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the studio
Now who do ya think is more fruitier?
Wiener smothered in peanut butter, puttin' on a tube of ya
Eye shadow and man, it looked nice, you should've seen it, mother
I think I'll put a piece of art on my Visa card
Then I'll go beat Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart
Then mosey on over to Rosie O'Donnell's with McDonald's
Jump on her lap then watch The Sopranos
[Chorus]
It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's all right, it's okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm taking my ball and going home, home
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Shady, what are you doin' chewin' on a human?
Grab an aluminum bat, hit Heidi Klum in the back, boom! And
Assumin' the fact that that dude's in the back room
Usin' the bathroom, vacuumin' a raccoon
Skewin' a rat, a cat screwin' a baboon
You shouldn't ask what is he doin' with that broom
You should be glad he ain't leave you full of stab wounds
You in a trance, I'm back doing my dance, ooh
But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair
And make her wear a bathin' suit and take her parasailin'
Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady for?
Why you make her read eighty-four bedtime stories to you in baby talk?
'Cause I'm scared, there's monsters under my bed
Kellie Pickler hid my juice box under my bassinet
No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed
You like graffiti, dyke? Well, I can pee-pee and write your name
[Chorus]
It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's all right, it's okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm taking my ball and going home, home
[Outro]
Fine, nobody wants to play with me?
Fuck you then, bitch!
You guys are always mean to me anyways
All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and stuff
You guys are gonna make me-, make me sad, I'm sad
I'm gonna cry, I'm crying
I'm going to tell my mom
Mom!20 | Rap | 21 | 12 | 2,009 | 111,747 |
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2,050 | Leave Dat Boy Alone | D12 | [Hook: Eminem]
Y’all better leave dat boy alone
‘Cause if they don't, y’all know he gon' come back on 'em
And they don't want him to come back strong
I wouldn't dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
'Cause y'all don't know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
[Post-Hook: Eminem]
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
'Cause you don't want to get that boy going
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
'Cause you don't want to get that boy going
[Verse 1: Swift]
It's my attitude that's making me bust shit
I ain't to be fucked with
So basically niggas wasting they time trying to touch Swift
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks
Be turning ghost 'fore you be looking at yourself get stomped
I'm a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
With a mag and, I'll be glad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation, I'll run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give her gun to mouth resuscitation
A niggas information, they haunted and they sad
Got you mad cause they shitting through their stomach in a bag
We coming too strong so it's irrelevant to blast you
We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think it's elephants dancing
Coming near us
Is the worst mistake that could ever happen
When I'm in my vehicle, I'm pulling you in
I guarantee the world will never see you again
Motherfucker
You might also like[Hook: Eminem]
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cause if they don't, yall know he gon' come back on 'em
And they don't want him to come back strong
I wouldn't dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
'Cause y'all don't know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
[Verse 2: Kon Artis]
Honest to god I usually try to keep to my self
But it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorance, well
Let me explain something to ya
A real street nigga ain't trying to get in the streets
He's trying to get out, feel me?
And he ain't the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
And wave his heat all in the air like he's some dumb ho punk
At least a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
That nigga's dying over pride to prove he got balls
I play keyboards, I don't play beef
You borrow guns, I own shit that explode when it hit
You think it's fun that you homesick and you can't really get sleep
Cause you done laid a nigga down, but that ain't me
Well my conscience won't allow me to make decisions in vain
I'm a man, I do my bidding and I do it again
If you take it to that level, I take it to whoever
Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever
[Hook: Eminem]
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cause if they don't, yall know he gon' come back on 'em
And they don't want him to come back strong
I wouldn't dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
'Cause y'all don't know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Now people know I live trifling, I express it through writing
If you can't feel it, then I must express it through fighting
And I just bought me a new gauge and added on a new knife
And I strike people so fast, niggas think I threw lightning
Clash with a few titans blasted a few hype men
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted Lou Pikner
Plus you know I'm too violent, to be out with you whiling
Cause as soon as you driving I'm a spit a few live ones
And I love to Kuniv' son, and you love ya life run
I know how to hide guns, from skinny to wide ones
Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
You looking for hoes, and up in here you going find none
You niggas done tried once, and you can kiss my nuts
You soft little dry cunts, get stomped till your eyes shut
No time for the why whats, I'm writing these five words
"Fuck you dick riding niggas," count it, it's five words
[Hook: Eminem]
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cause if they don't, yall know he gon' come back on 'em
And they don't want him to come back strong
I wouldn't dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
'Cause y'all don't know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
[Post-Hook: Eminem]
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
'Cause you don't want to get that boy going
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
'Cause you don't want to get that boy going
[Outro]
Swifty McVay (that boy he hot to death)
Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death)
THE Kuniva (that boy he hot to death)
Yep, better step before you get beat to death
Yall don't want to get dem there boys
Dem there boys be makin' noise
Dem there boys got all kind of toys
You better step before you get destroyed
D12
Dem there boys they hot to death them boys
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Like everybody who purchased my CD, then they'll need to learn what to tell 'em what you like about me6 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 19,849 |
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2,052 | Hard in da Paint | Waka Flocka Flame | [Intro]
Lex Luger
That nigga Lex Luger
Flocka!
[Chorus]
I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga?
I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say
Front yard, broad day with the SK
See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga (Flocka!)
[Verse 1]
Got a main bitch (And?) got a mistress (What else?)
A couple girlfriends, I'm so hood-rich
Keep my dick hard (Yeah) and keep me smoking
You'll get bills free, shawty, no joking (Real talk)
And what I stand for? (Flocka!) Brick Squad (Brick Squad)
I'ma die for this shawty, man, I swear to God
In the trap with some killers and some hood niggas
Where you at? Where you trap? You ain't hood, nigga (Bow!)
Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my hood (Flocka)
Crips fucking with me, G's and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrr)
Esé and amigos freestyle off the dome
Brick Squad, Waka Flocka Flame is fucking home (Flocka!)
See Waka Flocka Flame LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Chorus]
I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga?
I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad)
Front yard, broad day with the SK
See, Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga
[Verse 2]
What's up, pussy nigga? (What's up?)
What's up, punk nigga? (What's up?)
They got on that nigga
Make your momma's momma miss you
Hope you got your killers with you
Hope you got your niggas with you
Hope your goons riding with you
They gon' fucking miss you, nigga
Nigga with a attitude like Eaze and Cube
When my little brother died, I said: "Fuck school!"
I picked the burner up, then I grabbed some marijuana
Two years later, screaming: "Now I'm here, your honor!"
Glock 9, the SK, if you want the beef
Shawty, point blank range, I'll put your ass to sleep
Shawty, talk is cheap, so watch what you say
Broad day in the air like this shit legal (Flocka!)
[Chorus]
I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga?
I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad)
Front yard, broad day with the SK (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bow!)
See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga
[Break]
Flocka, Waka
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Flocka, Flocka, Flocka (Waka)
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Waka Flocka, Flocka, (Waka)
Waka Flocka Flame, Brick Squad
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, Brick Squad
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, Brick Squad
Yuh
[Chorus]
I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga?
I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad)
Front yard, broad day with the SK (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bow!)
See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga (Flocka!)54 | Rap | 24 | 8 | 2,009 | 388,384 |
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2,053 | FACK | Eminem | [Chorus]
Ow, ow, ow (Oh, goddamn!)
I'm gonna facking cum! (Oh, shit!)
Fack, fack, fack (Fuck, I am!)
I am, I'm going to cum (I'm cumming!)
[Verse 1]
(Oh yeah, God!) I never seen no chick like this
This bitch can twist like a damn contortionist
Condom on my dick? Of course it is
This bitch don't know what abortion is
So I can't cum in her, fucks like a porn star
Looks like Jenna, fack, I'm gonna
Cum, I think my rubber's comin' off
But oh, it's so fucking wet and soft
Fuck, I'm gonna start lettin' off
I'm squirting and she's not gettin' off
And she's on top, I'm gonna facking
Oh, God, oh, don't do that
Don't, stop, stop, don't, I don't mean "don't stop"
Ow, wait a minute, ow, ow, fuck
I, I'm gonna fucking cum! (*Squirt squirt squirt*)
[Chorus]
Ow, ow, ow (Oh, goddamn!)
I'm gonna fucking cum! (Oh, shit!)
Fack, fack, fack (Fuck, I am!)
I am, I'm going to cum (I'm cumming!)
You might also like[Verse 2]
(Oh, yeah, God!) Ooh, wow, boom that pow
Ooh, ow, I need a cigarette now
Ow, I'm so fucking hot
And you're so fucking hot
Oh my god, I wanna facking fack
No, not "fuck", I said "fack"
F-A-C-K, F-A-C-K
Fack, fack, fack, facking freak me!
Oh yeah, girl see, baby, they call me Mr. Freaky
Let's call your sister, three-way
Have some threesome, me so horny
And you're such a fucking babe
I wanna go down on you—fuck, you shaved?!
Oh, goddamn, here I go again
I'm gonna cum, I am!
[Chorus]
Ow, ow, ow (Oh, goddamn!)
I'm gonna facking cum! (Oh, shit!)
Fack, fack, fack (Fuck, I am!)
I am, I'm going to cum (I'm cumming!)
[Interlude]
I'm Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh
I'm Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh
I'm Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh
I'm Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 3]
Okay, I'm done, I already came twice
You ain't gonna make me cum
I'm all outta gas, not so fast
Uh, your finger just went in my ass
Ow, that hurts, take it out now
Oh, wait a minute, aw
Put it back in, in-in-in
This don't mean I'm gay, I don't like men
I like boobs, boobs, boobs
Now see that gerbil, grab that tube
Shove it up my butt
Let that little rascal nibble on my asshole, uhh
Yeah, right there, right there
Ahh, I'm cumming, oh, yeah
Fack, I just came again
Okay, pull it out now, enhh
Oh, fuck yeah
Wait, he's not out, he's still crawling around up there
Ow, fuck, I think it's stuck
Ow, but it feels so fucking good
[Chorus]
Ow, ow, ow (Oh, goddamn!)
I'm gonna facking cum! (Oh, shit!)
Fack, fack, fack (Fuck, I am!)
I am, I'm going to cum (I'm cumming!)
[Outro]
Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
Ew, ew, ew, ew139 | Rap | 6 | 12 | 2,005 | 731,646 |
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2,054 | It Has Been Said | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Verse 1: Eminem]
It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed
Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead
Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah
It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to warn us
We watched, so many piggybacked off of
Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap
Statistically in fact; it's so sad to see us re-enact
These tragic events, which lead us back
To where we left off on March 9th
To come from such hard knock lives
And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights
And, once they're on us this is our lives
Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us
To see who can last the longest
And he who lasts the longest must be the strongest
In this concrete jungle where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving
Or it could just be somebody's aura, that just horri-fies
And applies to his persona or the sizes
In his entou-rage that intimidates the people
To the point that you know that he's gangster
He ain't just say shit, you just believe it
You might also like[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big
I'm been about my business since then, so anxious
It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, I'm experiencing the same sights as him
It's what excited Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken
Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies
When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life
Palming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican I'd so many times rewind
Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind
Get up out the system, who could give him better signs
No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes
So possibly I'd be popular, huh?
That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I
[Verse 3: Diddy]
I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind
Into the most phenomenal artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed
Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess
Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passing
All I did was build a dynasty off of his passion
And I'm addressing the adolescents absent to who he is
The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna
And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother
On repeat, all of your albums play back to back
And I visit your grave 'cause our friendship's intact
An immaculate concept, extravagant progress
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling "God bless"
Regardless to critics yelling that East/West
I seen the game losing, I'm just pressing the reset
And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual
Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest
Whether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, nigga (nigga)6 | Hip-Hop | 20 | 12 | 2,005 | 28,317 |
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2,055 | Fire Flame (Remix) | Birdman | [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fresh out from my bid, bitch, it’s Lil Tunechi
I Lucille Ball, bitch I love Lucy
If these niggas dogs, I’m animal cruelty
Don't fuck with me at all, cause I’m twisted like in a Rubik's
Cube, oh my, look how the time has flown
And they say time is of the essence, but what if their clock is wrong?
But all my problems will be second and all my worries will be gone
I’ll have money bags for breakfast smell like “Bitch, I’m rich cologne”
Ha, I’m so relaxed my Gucci flats ain't got a scratch
If you got a problem with I, well I will fix them cataracts
They say it cost to be the boss, I paid the price including tax
Bitch I’m a fire flame spitter and, to me, you niggas wax
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
You might also like[Verse 2: Birdman]
In this World with my Tommy gun, banana clip the red rum
100 millions dollars, put my life down for my son
Spend a little cash, bust a nigga ass
5-star nigga, 2 mill on the dash
Yeah, militant minded
Uptown soldier, you have been blinded
Grinding all the time, bitch, stunting, and we shining
Diving in deep shit, the money keep climbing
Blah, the bottles keep popping
Dom P, Rose, Perrier popping
Them bitches see we rocking the whips we be rocking
Iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I got pussy coming to me
Shotgun in my draws, make your woman bite the bullet
Sitting in my hog, tell my chauffeur, “To the penthouse”
Pockets so deep, it's like my money gotta swim out
Marley say fuck 'em, Scoob say fuck 'em
Bitch I’m still the best overall like a jumper
Weezy F-F, fire flame spitter
Hundred million dollars, pocket change, nigga
[Verse 4: Birdman]
See these first class flights, we strapped up in the trenches
Nigga want some business, bitch, we getting it in this business
Some ten figure niggas, blood rich gang nigga
Fire flame spitters, point blank nigga
Money and the power, swag out the shower
Spending nigga, then them pussies running like some cowards
Bigger Than Life nigga, C4, bitch
A hundred million dolllars, my son born rich
Blaaapp
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 37,750 |
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2,056 | Nuttin’ to Do | Bad Meets Evil | [Intro: Royce Da 5'9" + Eminem]
What?
Uh
The Bad!
Yeah
The Evil!
The Bad, the Evil!
Put 'em together...
[Hook: Royce Da 5'9", Eminem & Both]
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do
[Verse 1: Eminem, Eminem w/ Royce da 5'9"]
I came in the diner with skateboarders and placed orders
Ate hors d'œuvres and hit the waiter with plate warmers
Let you inhale the Glock smell while I'm ripping your wallet off
And slipping a Molotov in your cocktail
Burning your contracts, punch your A&R in the face
Smash his glasses and turn 'em to contacts
I'm on some Suge shit; if it's missing, I took it (Whoops)
"Nurse, look at this straitjacket; it's crooked"
I go to jail and murder you from a cell
Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx)
So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive running?
You might also like[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
Coming with five gunmen, waiting to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500, hide from it
For every hundred emcees rhyming about birds
Only about two thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up
Pick the fifth up, cock, spit
You would swear it's raining slugs (What)
I'm the hottest shit in the industry (Uh-huh)
I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me, defending me
You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast
The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half
You know how a thug in this shit'll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up
You get hit, ten down and ten up (What)
I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up
Heat it up, you be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up
Now we rivals 'cause of a small name or title (What)
You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and Bible
[Hook: Royce da 5'9", Eminem & Both]
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause (Yay)
And by the time you all catch on, I'mma end your career
And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothing to fall back on
I'll throw you off of ten floors (Ahhhhh!)
Pull a fucking headache out of my head, and put it in yours (Take this)
I'm indoors, waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores
To go outdoors and do some in-stores
This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen—
You swallow cum, bitch?" "No, but I brought a napkin"
Getting skully while I'm autographing
Got my daughter laughing 'cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting
I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear
Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screaming "You ain't moving here"
Lorena Bobbitt—c'mere, want a souvenir?
I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer
"Juvenile?" Same difference, I need some 'caine
'Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up to seven slain infants (Oh, my God)
Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance
I won't stay the same 'cause I traded brains with a chimpanz' (Ohhh!)
[Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"]
Walking in swamp water with an M-16
Out for the blood, shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
To break braces (What), you say grace and make faces
I'll display hate and break you in eight places (What)
Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff
Precise aim, ice in my vein, blowing your hand off
Dancing with the Devil leading
I won't die, I'm never leaving (What)
I pledge allegiance to forever breathing
Street niggas with nuts, what? My meat's bigger
Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
With a death wish, thinking I'm the nigga to mess with
Let the Tec lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace
For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (What)
A follower never had heart, he just loyal
Thugs is glass doors, I see through 'em, put the heat to 'em
Be careful—you might get what you ask for
[Hook: Royce da 5'9", Eminem & Both]
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do8 | Hip-Hop | 1 | 10 | 1,999 | 41,945 |
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2,059 | I Need a Doctor | Dr. Dre | [Chorus: Skylar Grey]
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm runnin' out of time
I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I told the world, one day I would pay it back
Say it on tape, and lay it, record it
So that one day I could play it back
But I don't even know if I believe it when I'm sayin' that
Doubts startin' to creep in, every day, it's just so gray and black
Hope, I just need a ray of that, 'cause no one sees my vision
When I play it for 'em, they just say it's wack
But they don't know what dope is
And I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this
All I know is, you came to me when I was at my lowest
You picked me up, breathed new life in me, I owe my life to you
But for the life of me, I don't see why you don't see like I do
But it just dawned on me you lost a son
Demons fightin' you, it's dark
Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you
I don't think you realize what you mean to me
Not the slightest clue
'Cause me and you were like a crew, I was like your sidekick
You gon' either wanna fight when I get off this fuckin' mic
Or you gon' hug me, but I'm outta options
There's nothin' else I can do 'cause—
You might also like[Chorus: Skylar Grey]
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm runnin' out of time
I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life
[Verse 2: Eminem]
It hurts when I see you struggle, you come to me with ideas
You say they're just pieces, so I'm puzzled
'Cause the shit I hear is crazy
But you're either gettin' lazy or you don't believe in you no more
Seems like your own opinions, not one you can form
Can't make a decision, you keep questionin' yourself
Second guessin' and it's almost like you're beggin' for my help
Like I'm your leader, you're supposed to fuckin' be my mentor
I can endure no more, I demand you remember who you are
It was you who believed in me when everyone was tellin' you
Don't sign me, everyone at the fuckin' label, let's tell the truth
You risked your career for me, I know it as well as you
Nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy
Dre, I'm cryin' in this booth
You saved my life, now maybe it's my turn to save yours
But I can never repay you, what you did for me is way more
But I ain't givin' up faith, and you ain't givin' up on me
Get up, Dre, I'm dyin', I need you
Come back, for fuck's sake, 'cause—
[Chorus: Skylar Grey]
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm runnin' out of time
I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life
Bring me back to life
Bring me back to life
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
It literally feels like a lifetime ago
But I still remember the shit like it was just yesterday, though
You walked in, yellow jump suit, whole room, cracked jokes
Once you got inside the booth, told you, mic smoke
Went through friends, some of them I put on, but they just left
They said they was ridin' to the death
But where the fuck are they now, now that I need them?
I don't see none of them, all I see is Slim
Fuck all you fair-weather friends, all I need is him
Fuckin' backstabbers
When the chips were down, you just laughed at us
Now you 'bout to feel the fuckin' wrath of Aftermath, faggots
You gon' see us in our lab jackets and ask where the fuck we been?
You can kiss my indecisive ass crack, maggots
And the cracker's ass, little cracker jack beat
Makin' wack math, backwards producers; I'm back, bastards
One more CD and then I'm packin' up my bags
And as I'm leavin', I'll guarantee they'll scream:
"Dre, don't leave us like that, man", 'cause—
[Chorus: Skylar Grey]
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm runnin' outta time
I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life153 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 2 | 2,011 | 1,001,046 |
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2,060 | Get My Gun | D12 | [Intro: Eminem & Kon Artis]
*Gun being cocked*
I'm gonna get my gun!
This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, what the fuck you doing, man
I got something for his ass
Calm down!
No, YOU calm down!
Man, what's your problem
Fuck that, the motherfucker wants to pop shit to me!?
Man, he wasn't popping shit
You heard him, he was popping that shit!
What shit?
That shit, you heard him!
He asked for your autograph!
[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
I'm mass murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting through bricks
I mix anything together, I done guillotine a nigga
Keep a heater that pop clips with seventeen or better
I'll be severing heads, I'm in everyone's nightmare
A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds
Send the niggas that'll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, there's nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off, I'm raw dog
Crazier then all y'all, wet you like the navy when I'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a Narc's car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagles will eat through people
When I see you I'mma heat your beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
You might also like[Hook: Eminem]
This motherfucker's popping that shit
Nah, fuck that, I'll be right back (fuck you)
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Nah, motherfucker, fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch, how you like that
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch, this is my gat
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
[Verse 2: Kuniva]
I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flipping around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, bucking
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, ducking
Squatting under trucks and screaming "that nigga's bluffing" (you bluffin')
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigga Big I and Mal' letting the heat blow
Heat seek hoes got A&E closed
Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta get a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missile on his shoulders
We can fold or blow your brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimy, older cat will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling froggish, then leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and (I'm gonna get my gun!)
[Verse 3: Proof]
My whole outfit count clips, get your house lit the fuck up
Your spouse shit, and your mouse clip
Better bounce, bitch, countless, slugs I'mma send
Watch you holler when the hollow tips go through your skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz I'mma see him
When I cock back, right, I’ll put your blood on your friends
Make a rug outta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going nowhere like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lead when I slight your lights out
With a street cleaner, wipe your life out
Bullets gnaw at your ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...
(I'm gonna get my...)
Fuck that, run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
Ain't no prob to leave your whole bod' holey
[Hook fades out in the background]
This motherfucker's popping that shit...
[Break: Eminem]
Dumbass motherfuckers always gotta come to me with some dumb shit
Fucking
I done told this motherfucker
Wassup, bitch?! (*cocks gun*)
Autograph this! (*gun jams*)
Oh shit...
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
[Verse 4: Eminem]
I'm trying to pull the trigger but it's stuck, fuck
My shit is all jammed up, ugh
Come on, you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing
Motherfuckin' piece of shit shoot, ah
Yeah! What up, bitch!? Say that shit again
Shot, the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it
Ricocheted back in his shin
Went through his bitch on a way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or... (I'm gonna get my gun!)
And it's a shame, I'm too drunk to even aim
Denaun stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg
It's like
[Verse 5: Kon Artis]
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, pow, pow, pow
Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra', Ra', Ra'"
But when you see me in the street I be like, what's up, now (what up)
Their bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (chill out, bitch)
Fuck that! I got a bone to pick
You said it then we should address like some grown man shouldn't we
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we
Just shoot a fair one and handle this situation seriously
I guess not, you want to resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
But get separated with the squeaza
You ain't ready for war, Runyon ain't nothing to play with
[Hook: Eminem]
This motherfucker's popping that shit
Nah, fuck that, I'll be right back (fuck you)
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Nah, motherfucker, fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch, how you like that
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch, this is my gat
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
[Verse 6: Bizarre]
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one hour, bitch, my photos ain't ready
Pictures of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey, Kate, do you wanna get raped
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
Cause every time I lose, this what the fuck happens *Gunshots*
Back to the pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitch's brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cellphone and called Reverend Run
And all this crazy shit, I regret it
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked4 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 45,663 |
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2,061 | Bitch | D12 | [Intro: Eminem & Bizarre]
I always got something for the bitches
These bitches always be all, giggling and shit
But they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club
Catch an attitude and shit
So we got one for them, it goes like this
[Verse 1: Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear it, here it goes
A little something you probably won't hear on your radios
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, bitch
Ju jah jah jah dah du ju jah, you just made me mess up, bitch
Blibiri babiler blabber, it don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying anyway
I'm just traveling in one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat b-b-beat
I could be saying anything, just get your ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore
[Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis]
Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass, bitch
Yeah that's it, bitch
Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch
What you going to do about it, bitch?
Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass bitch
You little trash, bitch
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch
Not trailer trash, switch
Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch
You might also like[Verse 2: Swifty, Eminem]
Tell me that it ain't no hanging and fuck calling home
Until you look at me, before you answer the phone
When I flee, your ass can get naked and be as free
As you wanna-be freak, but I'm taking the key with me
You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask
Disrespect my wishes (Bitch) I'll beat your ass
Watch me coming home full, eating half of your doggy bag
And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva already (Switched)
Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless you're hoeing
When I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you going
[Verse 3: Bizarre & Eminem]
Ho ain't the only thing you call a girl:
Slut, Tramp
Oh, how you doing, Sheryl?
Ever since I was eight I been starting to hate
I said fuck the hoes and started eating cheesecake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hold on wait... Bizzy!
Okay back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches, a fucking half-Indian chick, sucked my dick
This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they ain't Now and Laters, bitch
[Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis]
Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass, bitch
Yeah that's it, bitch
Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch
What you going to do about it, bitch?
Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass bitch
You little trash, bitch
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch
Not trailer trash, switch
Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch
[Verse 4 / Skit: Kon Artis, Kuniva & Dina Rae]
Hey baby, what's up with you?
Hey...
Ayo, your man here with you?
Nope
Nah, you single, I can tell
You came with them hoes, didn't you?
Huh?
No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor
Hahahaha
Ayo, let's get this party cracking these bitches ain't got niggas
Bitches?
Now you know he didn't mean that...
Come on, you seen that...
She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex
What did he say?
Nothing! He said you seem stressed
Naw, you gots big breasts
Huh?
And you wearing your nice dress
Cause I was finna say...
Oh, you wasn't finna say shit!
Excuse me?!
He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift
Oh...
Dumb hoe!
Nigga?
Noo... Gumbo! He wanna cook it for you tonight
Bitch, what up though
Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change
Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range
Shh, shit, shut up nigga, no, shut up
Man, fuck both y'all niggas
See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick
Oh, somebody's jacking off tonight
[Verse 5: Proof]
I call you a
Bitch so don't trip, I say the same to my mama
I got Christina, Britney with me, shit, we bangin' Madonna
Watch you strip, you want a tip, bitch? Got change for a dollar?
Blow your tongue and give this one the mouth you came with a condom
Quit countin' them bottles and just swallow, breathe
Swallow, breathe, now swallow these seeds
I know you mocha lotti Mommies won't get down on your knees
You want some money, honey, damn, you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly, fuck her belly, you ain't gotta go eat
Plus you wanna be a model, you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp, bitch, don't be shy, show me them big tits
Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
For instance, bustin' nuts is only my interest
So princess, don't get your feeling hurt, 'cause men just
Party and bullshit 'til she gargle and swallow my dick
I'm takin' the train to Spain, don't bother callin' me, bitch
[Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis]
Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass, bitch
Yeah that's it, bitch
Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch
What you going to do about it, bitch?
Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch
Get up and dance, bitch
Wiggle that ass bitch
You little trash, bitch
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch
Not trailer trash, switch
Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch
[Outro: Kon Artis & Eminem]
Hahah!
Yeah you heard me bitch, did I stu-stu-stutter stupid?
You ain't listenin' to the words of this song anyway
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumb ass, bitch!
Dancing, trying to get a nigga money in the club, haha, with your stupid manipular self
We was talking bout you DODO
You, you dumb bitch! YOU! Haha
The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it
Spend all your money you make all week on that dress
And I spill a drink on it, acting like I'm drunk when I'm not
I'm just tryna fuck! Haha!
I'm just tryna fuck, bitch!
Hahah!
Wooo! D-Twizzy, yeah!
Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!10 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 41,304 |
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2,062 | Echo | Bad Meets Evil | [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues]
All around
The world there's an echo
As he takes
A bow, and they all know
All the girls, the boys
They chase the noise
Through the highs and through the lows
They will follow the echo
Echo, echo, echo
They will follow the echo
Echo, echo
[Pre-Verse 1: Eminem]
It seems like no matter what I do, I just can't get away from them
Get away from what?
The voices
I can hear 'em callin', callin', callin', callin', callin' me
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I eat rappers, with the rhyme, consume 'em
The only fucking thing that you consume is time, I'm super human
My world is like a Rubik's Cube, it's too complex, girl, you assumin'
Cupid's looming, my mentality's caveman, stupid woman
My life is Truman Show, all I have is music, ho
I stopped chasing every chick under the sun many moons ago, so pretend my dick is a balloon and blow
But you better put a fork in it if you think I’ma lay here just spooning, yo
Oh, you think you the shit 'cause I just said you was beautiful?
Diabolical to my last molecule, down to my last hair follicle and cuticle
Rotten to the core to the bone cold all the way down to my soul from my head to my toe
Ever since I was 13 I learned how to sew and sewed shut my own bootyhole
'Cause I ain't took no shit since I looked down to my nuts and saw my first pubic grow
I told these stupid hoes when I come back I’ma set this bitch on fire!
And this time I don't mean I'ma pour gasoline on some chick and light her
'Cause this time when I fuck this world I’ma put the whole goddamn dick inside her
I ain't even put my tip in that hole yet, I'ma go get Nickel and try to rip it wider
You might also like[Chorus: Liz Rodrigues]
All around
The world there's an echo
As he takes
A bow, and they all know
All the girls, the boys
They chase the noise
Through the highs and through the lows
They will follow the echo
Echo, echo, echo
They will follow
The echo, echo, echo
[Pre-Verse 2: Royce da 5’9” & Eminem]
Shh!
Did you hear that? Somebody just said something
Is anybody there?
I can hear 'em callin', callin', callin', callin', callin' me
[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9”]
Classical poems, battle my own demons, I need a glass of Patron
Bad as I need a horn stabbing my clavicle bone, I'm matador prone
First time I seen a desert eagle I was letting the .44 buss, the .44 pop
The first time you seen one, you was eating coco puffs, looking at Robocop
I am not a man, I'm a logo, I'm a such thang
In order to clean my veins you need Saleen, I'm never referring to the solution, I’m talking about more like the Mustang
Vroom! Get respect from the get-go, hello! Step to the echo, echo, echo
Pen got a mind of its own, got to write my rhymes with a timer
Otherwise I’ll probably vibe out to a nine minute song
As the echo follows the Maserati, as the petrol swallows
I'm a thousand bodies away from a skeleton, check your Bible inside it
It'll say this guy's an elephant, I’m fly like I’m killing the scene like
I’m a villain with wings, I’ll sleep when I’m 6 feet deep
Right now I’m living a dream, though we may be reckless
The ladies check us, they whisper Shady Records, baby echo!
[Chorus: Liz Rodrigues]
All, around, the world, there's an echo
As, he takes, a bow, and they all know
All the girls, the boys, they chase the noise
Through the highs and through the lows
They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo41 | Hip-Hop | 14 | 6 | 2,011 | 170,830 |
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2,063 | D12 World | D12 | [Intro: Bizarre]
Yeah, D-Twizzie back up in this bitch!
"Eminem buddies"
Buddy this, nigga
[Hook: Kon Artis]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world
[Break]
Word, word *gibberish*
How do we smoke crack, how do we smoke?
How do we smoke?
[Verse 1: Bizarre]
Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick
When D12 rock his summer it's over with
All these bitches and all these hoes
What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!)
Oh yeah, you like my chain
Wanna get your skinny ass up in the Range
I like my bitches raspy and nasty
I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley
You might also like[Verse 2: Swift]
I slide you dope without no procrastination
And you can watch me fuck up your imagination
I'm always getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes
I mean it, I leave them screaming like pterodactyls (aaahh)
This is our world
[Kuniva]
We'd love to smack you
Hot lead flying with debris and shrapnel
Ripping you to shreds, fucking up your tattoo
Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too
[Kon Artis]
D12 is, that's who! Got you limping
Still popping something purple with a bottle of gin, bitch!
I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit
Peep, I stole your mom's jeep and crashed into my street
[Proof]
Crazy deranged, of course we Shady's gang
Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks
Chew on shrooms, drink booze, and pee acid
[Hook: Kon Artis]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world
Welcome to D12 World!
Shrooms, gonorrhea, syphilis, ebola
Welcome to D12 World!
Aaaaahhhhh!!!
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Ayo, niggas be talking shit, but they laying slump now
I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now
I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it
Now I open they wig, if they don't open my budget, bitch!
[Bizarre]
Them D12 niggas, they be quick to blast
I'll take my shower cap off, and whup your ass
Stepping to us, you can't be the smartest
Cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist
[Verse 4: Swift, with Kuniva, Kon Artis]
They catch me mingling by a bitch with class
When she turn I'll be sprinkling some shit in her glass (aahh)
What part of this you can't understand?
I'll emmilliate a man, worse then making a band
Don't be mistaking that man
He'll invite you over
Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of Ebola
[Kon Artis]
I've been doing this for a minute
And I'm starting to see my little brother Caleb
Look more like a star then me
That's why I just started working out
Man, this shit ain't working out
[Hook: Kon Artis]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world
Welcome to D12 World!
Shrooms, gonorrhea, syphilis, ebola
Welcome to D12 World!
Aaaaahhhhh!!!
[Outro]
Hamnili-lalala
Hamnili-lalala
Hamnili-lalala
Hamnili-lalala
(*Hacks and spits*)
Hamnili-lalala
Hamnili-lalala
Hamnili-lalala
Hamnili-lalala
Hamnili-lalala
Hamnili-lalala
Hamnili-lalala
Hamnili-lalala8 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 26,027 |
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2,064 | Kush | Dr. Dre | [Produced by DJ Khalil; Keyboards by Danny Keyz & DJ Khalil]
[Intro: Kobe & Slim the Mobster]
Hold up, wait a minute (Uh-huh, I see)
Let me put some kush up in it (Breathe with me now)
Hold up, wait a minute (I see)
Let me put some kush up in it (Breathe with me now)
Hold up, wait a minute (I see)
Let me put some kush up in it (Breathe with me now)
Hold up, wait a minute (Yeah)
Let me put some kush up in it (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Now, this that "puff, puff, pass" shit, Cheech and Chong glass shit
Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress
Speedboat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, fuck around and get your ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses
Probably won't pass it, smoke it 'til the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre, 3001, another classic (One, one, one)
Go ahead, ask 'em— bitches 'bout how I be smoking out
(Party all night) Oh, yeah, it's goin' down
Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff
Oh yeah, we smokin' all night
Yeah, puff puff pass that shit right here
Nigga, better than my last batch
Caramel complexion and her ass fat
You might also like[Bridge: Sly Pyper]
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale, whoa
[Hook: Akon & Sly Pyper]
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (Whoa, oh)
Take a whiff of this, suicide
Holla at me, ‘cause I got it all day (Yeah, ayy)
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing
You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?
Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.
Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)
Inhale (L.A.), exhale
[Bridge: Sly "Pyper" Jordan]
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Hmm! Still, I am
Tighter than the pants on will.i.am
Black throwback Steeler hat, pound in my backpack
Next to where the Swishers at, smoking presidential
Got some bubba, I'll give you that, need it for my cataracts
Four hoes and I'm the pimp in my Cadillac (Where my money, bitch?)
You can tell them Cali back; matter-fact, they'll know
This ain't 'dro, get a whiff of that
No, it ain't no seeds in my sack, you ain't never gotta ask, dog
"What he smokin' on?" Shit, kush 'til my mind gone
What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown
High as a motherfucker, yeah, ain't no questions 'bout it
Niggas say, "Smoke me out," yeah, I really doubt it
I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded
So if you want it, you know your nigga, homie
You can put it in a Zag or a blunt and get blunted
[Bridge: Sly Pyper]
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale, whoa (Yessir)
[Hook: Akon & Sly Pyper]
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (Whoa, oh)
Take a whiff of this, suicide
Holla at me, ‘cause I got it all day (Yeah, ayy)
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing
You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?
Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.
Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)
Inhale (L.A.), exhale
[Outro: Blaqthoven & Kobe]
Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke
Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back
‘Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain't that
Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale46 | Hip-HopRap | 18 | 11 | 2,010 | 193,268 |
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2,065 | American Psycho II | D12 | [Intro: B-Real]
Yeah, homie
I thought we told you, we been fucking loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch!
[Hook: B-Real]
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho
[Verse 1: Swift]
I'm a motherfucking omen, I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us poking
They nose in our business, hoping that I don't come smoke 'em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could fuck the culture up, probably rap
A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat
Speak when you spoken to
And I don't have to read a fucking magazine or quotable
To notice what you hoes will do
You might also like[Verse 2: Kuniva]
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
And show up at your residence, light your front door up
Get scared, life ain't fair
And I'm prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say "Hell yeah!"
So watch what you say 'cause it can happen either today or the next minute
I can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious
You could be dead period, end of story
I'm on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep
You see my poster in the 'hood for "the G of the Week"
[Hook: B-Real]
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me
I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee
And I don't know too much about my daddy
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in the fanny
I ain't a racist, I just hate whites
Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites
Thirteen years old and joined a fucking gang
Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane? Who really knows?
'Cause any second my temper can fucking blow
I get colder than December
Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
And blow your brains the fuck out!
[Verse 4: Eminem]
I probably got a screw loose or two
Or maybe three or four of 'em
Some fell out and hit the floor
All I know is ever since my fucking head hit the snowbank
I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's
Trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips
Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up
It's been two hours and six days and I'm still up
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute
There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up
Pick the new Cypress Hill up
And go find who did that shit to Xzibit
And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss
And shatter his fucking lips with it
[Hook: B-Real]
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho
[Outro: Kuniva]
Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz
Rest in peace, homie24 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 112,862 |
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2,066 | Bugz ’97 | D12 | [Bugz]
Fuck that!
Who run shit once these drums hit?
You dove headfirst into some old dumb shit
Here's a can of asswhip, for you to come get
Your clique made they trip, I make them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she know the scoop, don't fuck with Bugz' bitch
I chop off her titty, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly niggas, is who you run wit
Making half-ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit!
You could make a double album, won't have one hit!
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I can't outwit
I ad-mit, that my style is unfit
For momma's baby boy, because I'm on some dumb shit
Like I commit, larceny, give harm quick
You pull the alarm switch I stab you in your armpit
Now who the nitwit wanna come get wit
This egotistic hip-hop fundamentalistic
Don't risk it, you get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep existence
I'm persistent when it comes to bend shit
Smoke the blunt with my judge right before my sentence
I'm relentless, to deny is senseless
Your bitch pay my bill, that's where the hell your rent went
Fuck that!You might also like6 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 13,607 |
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2,067 | Good Die Young | D12 | [Intro: Bizarre]
Dawg, I shouldn't have left
They wouldn't have tried that shit if I was with you
Maybe he would've picked another time or maybe chose another way
Or maybe my prayers would've convinced him to choose another soul
Shit, it's just me, mom and Tony now
Man, you look so peaceful right now
How can I argue with that?
They say that the good die young
[Hook: Kon Artis]
They say that the good die young (die young)
That's why I think that you should have fun (when you're young)
'Cause time won't wait for no one (uh-huh)
When God calls, you gotta go home (go home)
They say the good die young (die young)
That's why I know that we gon' have fun (uh)
In this life 'cause you only get one
When God call for me don't cry, I just went home
[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
I'm sure that everybody heard their momma say there'd be days like this
When you see, one of your friends die in the midst
In the struggle, into the circumstances
A risk that they take, just to prove a point to a friend
Even then, accidents are prone to happen
To any man or woman that's dumb enough to pretend
And huh, God will hold them accountable for sins
That they commit and they try to repent the sins to repent
But I guess that's the way things go
I was blessed to see twenty-four
To wake up to that "Hi, My Name Is" video
Motivated me to write what I wrote
And I knew my little brother sold dope
And mom and daddy wanted to move our row
I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show
I just wish we ain't have to lose Bugz to the struggle
'Cause you know
You might also like[Hook: Kon Artis]
They say that the good die young (Die young)
That's why I think that you should have fun (When you're young)
'Cause time won't wait for no one (Uh-huh)
When God calls, you gotta go home (Go home)
They say the good die young (Die young)
That's why I know that we gon' have fun (Uh)
In this life 'cause you only get one
When God call for me don't cry, I just went home
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
I know you used to Bizarre on some silly shit
But niggas in my clique is dying quick (For real)
In Detroit niggas don't party
They pull a fo'-fo' out, snatch off yo Carti's
That's why I keep the pistol under the truck
I'm 27 years old, too old to be getting jumped
And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts
B-U-G-Z, tatted on my wrist
Me and you in the Jeep, listen to screamo beats
It's a shame me and Fuzz don't even speak
I got married, my wife name is Dee
Peace to 31, and 5150 I miss you
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
I think back on that tragic day my phone rung
And Bizarre's voice telling me Bugz was going home
It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn't breathe
I didn't wanna accept it, didn't wanna believe it
I swear, at his wake, dawg I cried so hard
Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car
While I stand in this booth now, it's tearing me apart
But I had to let it out 'cause it was tearing at my heart
'Cause he died over something so petty and so small
A human life is so very precious, I hope y'all
Understand how I'm feeling 'cause I love you Bugz
I wanna rhyme with you, laugh with you, hug you Bugz
But I can't, and you were so close to see your dreams
A coward came along and took you away from the team
So don't mistake this track as just another song
This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one
'Cause you know
[Hook: Kon Artis]
They say that the good die young (Die young)
That's why I think that you should have fun (When you're young)
'Cause time won't wait for no one (Uh-huh)
When God calls, you gotta go home (Go home)
They say the good die young (Die young)
That's why I know that we gon' have fun (Uh)
In this life 'cause you only get one
When God call for me don't cry, I just went home
[Verse 4: Proof]
They say it's never too late to have an early childhood
If I could turn back the hands of time, God should
Forgive what I did as a kid that run blocks
Now my dreams is just screams, cops and gunshots
The fun stops when your homies up in the box
My doody Bo, bless his soul, snuffed by the cops
I used to question a lot, if there's a God around me say something
If you love us so much why ain't you gave nothing?
When he took my homie Snook was only in eleventh grade
Now I hope to see his face at the Heaven gates
It ain't never late in the game, Satan remains
With a grudge to see slugs break through my frames
My heart aches with the pain, and life limits breath
We got to have fun now, there's only minutes left
And in death 'cause stress youngins is sucked in
To get tats for my fallen homies? I ain't got enough skin
Miss y'all!
[Hook: Kon Artis]
They say that the good die young (Die young)
That's why I think that you should have fun (When you're young)
'Cause time won't wait for no one (Uh-huh)
When God calls, you gotta go home (Go home)
They say the good die young (Die young)
That's why I know that we gon' have fun (Uh)
In this life 'cause you only get one
When God call for me don't cry, I just went home
[Verse 5: Swift]
When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn't wise
That crashed and the driver died, my partner on the passenger side was paralyzed
And I'm surprised by the look of that ride, that the other two survived
Nine months later, another one dies
Somebody shot him in his side when he was starting up his ride
Three years go by, I made a hell of a run
And that's when Funky got done, Joey playing with guns
And Tookie over funds, Cardie was my man
And Reggie, I wish that I was with you in that van
And Bugz, if it wasn't for you
You know I wouldn't be standing in this booth
And that's the truth, I miss y'all
[Hook: Kon Artis]
They say that the good die young (Die young)
That's why I think that you should have fun (When you're young)
'Cause time won't wait for no one (Uh-huh)
When God calls, you gotta go home (Go home)
They say the good die young (Die young)
That's why I know that we gon' have fun (Uh)
In this life 'cause you only get one
When God call for me don't cry, I just went home
They say that the good die young (Die young)
That's why I think that you should have fun (When you're young)
'Cause time won't wait for no one (Uh-huh)
When God calls, you gotta go home (Go home)
They say the good die young (Die young)
That's why I know that we gon' have fun (Uh)
In this life 'cause you only get one
When God call for me don't cry, I just went home12 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 60,421 |
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2,068 | Ricky Ticky Toc | Eminem | [Chorus: Eminem]
Once you call my name out, things will never be the same
They should've never let us get our foot in this game
[Verse: Eminem]
Ever since I was introduced to rap music
I been missing a screw like Bishop in Juice, I could lose it
At any moment, those who know me know it
So they probably told to go with the flow just so that
I don't explode, and- have another episode
Where I let it go as far as the one with Benzino did
I'm waiting for that next beef, I'm cocked, locked and loaded
I'm ready to go so bad
I'm going bananas, my dick's so hard Anna
Nicole could use it to fucking pole vault with
Oh shit! I mean when she was still bloated
Before they cut her stomach open and lypo'd it (Heheheh!)
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name
It's a game, 'cause they know that they don't spit the same
It's a shame what people do for 10 minutes of fame
Every day it's the same thing, people in this game
Try to buddy-buddy us
Just to get close enough to study us, everybody just wants
To have something to do with that
They all trying to get that stamp, they after that Shady/Aftermath money
It's like a monopoly
They probably just now finally understand "How to Rob" fully
50 Cent was like a fucking jackpot for me
And Dre, it's like we hit the fucking lottery
And the damn slot machine at the same time as each other
Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers?
When we rhyme with each other, in time we discovered
That we had more in common than we thought with each other
Both robbed of our mothers, our fathers ain't want us
What was wrong with us, was it our fault?
'Cause we started thinking God doesn't love us
Two odd motherfuckers who just happened to meet at the right time
What a coincidence, 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica
Queens, I still remember the call up at Chung King 'cause
Big L had just got popped just a month before
If 50 lives he's getting dropped from Columbia
Two years later, me and Doc had to come, and, uhh-
Operate, that's when he popped up at number one
And we ain't never gonna stop if you wondering
Even if I'm under the gun
You ain't got to agree all the time with me or see eye-to-eye
There'll always be animosity between you and I
But see the difference is, if it is, I could give a shit
I'm still gonna conduct motherfucking business as usual
Egos aside 'fore I bruise 'em all
Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it with shoes you call
Nikes, Earthlings, how do you like these?
You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats
Stomping, I been romping
Since Tim Dog was hollering "Fuck Compton"
I was whiling, freestyling
Back when they were still making Maxell cassettes
I wasn't even rap's Elvis yet, that tells us that
Any doubts in your head, that seals the shit
Ricky ticky toc, ticky ticky toc
Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc
And ya' don't stopYou might also like31 | Rap | 12 | 11 | 2,004 | 71,791 |
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2,069 | Soldier | Eminem | [Intro]
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier (la-de-dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah)
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Yo
[Verse 1]
Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangsta 'til I graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'
Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin'
Willin' to stick out my neck for respect
If it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said
When you're me, people just wanna see if it's true
If it's you—what you say in your raps, what you do
So they feel it's part of your obligation to fulfill
When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real?
In confrontation, ain't no conversation, if you feel
You're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed
If you feel it, kill it; if you conceal it, reveal it
Being reasonable'll leave you full of bullets, pull it
Squeeze it 'til it's empty; tempt me, push me, pussies
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze
[Chorus]
(I'm a soldier)
These shoulders hold up so much
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
(I'm a soldier)
Even if my collarbones crush or crumble
I will never slip or stumble
(I'm a soldier)
These shoulders hold up so much
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
(I'm a soldier)
Even if my collarbones crush or crumble
I will never stumble
You might also like[Verse 2]
I love pissin' you off, gets me off
Like my lawyers when the fuckin' judge lets me off
All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off
I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do, bitch, it's news
Pistol-whippin' motherfucking bouncers 6'2"
Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets
An excellent method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better 'cause instead of you murderin'
You can hurt 'em and come back again and kick dirt at 'em
It's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued
You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops
All you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops
Runnin' and duckin' out the Hot Rocks parking lot
You'll all get shot, whether it's your fault or not, 'cause I'm a—
[Chorus]
(I'm a soldier)
These shoulders hold up so much
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
(I'm a soldier)
Even if my collarbones crush or crumble
I will never slip or stumble
(I'm a soldier)
These shoulders hold up so much
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
(I'm a soldier)
Even if my collarbones crush or crumble
I will never stumble
[Verse 3]
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to 'em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to 'em
I'm like a thug with a little bit of Pac influence
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it
You motherfuckers could never do it like I could do it
Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever in your life try to knock the truest
I spit the illest shit ever been dropped in two-inch
So ticky-tock, listen as the sound ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock
Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen
Motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey
'Til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty
And Lord, have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities, in the face of adversity, I'm a—
[Chorus]
(I'm a soldier)
These shoulders hold up so much
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
(I'm a soldier)
Even if my collarbones crush or crumble
I will never slip or stumble
(I'm a soldier)
These shoulders hold up so much
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
(I'm a soldier)
Even if my collarbones crush or crumble
I will never stumble
[Outro]
Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left
Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left
Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left
Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left148 | Rap | 26 | 5 | 2,002 | 538,991 |
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2,070 | Say Goodbye Hollywood | Eminem | [Chorus]
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
(Hollywood, why do I feel this way?)
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
[Verse 1]
I thought I had it all figured out, I did
I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim
But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once
I found myself layin' on my knees in cuffs
Which should've been a reason enough for me to get my stuff
And just leave, how come I couldn't see this shit myself?
It's just me, nobody couldn't see the shit I felt
Knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell
To catch me; the minute shit was heated, she just bailed
I'm standin' here swingin' on like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even see the millimeter when it fell
Turned around, saw Gary stashin' the heater in his belt
Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground
I just sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail
I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female
I need to slow down, try to get my feet on solid ground
So for now—
You might also like[Chorus]
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
(So, how do you like my life now?)
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
(Hollywood, why do I feel this way?)
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
[Verse 2]
Bury my face in comic books, 'cause I don't wanna look
At nothing, this world's too much, I've swallowed all I could
If I could swallow a bottle of Tylenol, I would
And end it for good, just say goodbye to Hollywood
I probably should, these problems are pilin' all at once
‘Cause everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up
I think I'm bottomin' out, but I'm not about to give up
I gotta get up, thank God I got a little girl
And I'm a responsible father, so not a lot of good
I'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the mud
Must be in my blood ‘cause I don't know how I do it
All I know is I don't wanna follow in the footsteps
Of my dad ‘cause I hate him so bad
The worst fear that I had
Was growin' up to be like his fuckin' ass
Man, if you could understand why I am the way that I am
What do I say to my fans when I tell 'em I'm
[Chorus]
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
(Hollywood, why do I feel this way?)
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
[Verse 3]
I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it
For me to have this much appeal like this is sick
This is not a game, this fame, in real life, this is sick
"Publicity stunt" my ass, "conceal" my fuckin' dick
Fuck the guns, I'm done, I'll never look at gats
If I scrap, I'll scrap like I ain't never whipped some ass
I love my fans, but no one ever puts a grasp
On the fact I've sacrificed everything I have
I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at
This is wack, this is more than I ever coulda asked
Everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood or mask
What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that?
It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt
I'm trapped, if I could go back, I never would've rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level head intact
Imagine goin' from bein' a no-one to seein'
Everything blow up, and all you did was just grow up emceein'
It's fuckin' crazy, ‘cause all I wanted was to give Hailie
The life I never had, instead I forced us to live alienated, so I'm sayin'
[Chorus]
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
(Hollywood, why do I feel this way?)
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
[Outro]
Goodbye, goodbye Hollywood (Goodbye)
Please don't cry for me (It's been real)
When I'm gone for good (This shit is not for me)
So goodbye, goodbye Hollywood (I'm not a fuckin' star)
Please don't cry for me (No way)
When I'm gone for good (I'm goin' back home)66 | Rap | 26 | 5 | 2,002 | 314,565 |
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2,074 | Grindin’ | Clipse | [Intro: Pharrell & Pusha T]
Yo, I go by the name (I'm yo' pusha)
Of Pharrell, from The Neptunes
And I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is about to feel something (I'm yo pusha)
That they've never felt before, c'mon
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whipped or un-whipped, it’s soft or hard
I'm the, neighborhood pusha
Call me Subwoofer, 'cause I pump base like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy, cuz
Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could duck to the Feddy Govs
Sorry, my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Benz convoys with the wagon on the side
Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why scram?
I'm tryna show y'all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting, be damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep talking this music shit
[Chorus: Pharrell]
(Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Huh-huh
You might also like[Verse 2: Malice]
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
Then disguise it as rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick topless
Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
Grindin', cousin, I got wholes for a dozen
Even eleven-five if I see ya keep it comin'
And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
Cocky, something that I just can't help
'Specially when them twenties is spinning like windmills
And the ice thirty-two below minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word that best defines me
I'm just grinding, man, y'all never mind me
[Chorus: Pharrell]
(Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Huh-huh
[Post-Chorus: Clipse & Pharrell]
Grindin' (Woah)
You know what I keep in the lining (Woah)
Niggas better stay in line when (Woah)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding)
Grindin' (Woah)
You know what I keep in the lining (Woah)
Niggas better stay in line when (Woah)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding)
[Verse 3: Malice]
My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
Them days I wasn't able, there was always 'caine
Four and a half will get you in the game
Anything less is just a goddamn shame
Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake, I'm grindin'
[Verse 4: Pusha T]
I move 'caine like a cripple
Balance weight through the hood, kids call me Mr. Sniffles
Other hand on my nickel
Plated whistle, one eye closed, I'll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick, my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen
The other, noddin' and dozin', I'm grindin', Jack
[Chorus: Pharrell]
(Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Grindin' (Ahh)
Huh-huh
[Post-Chorus: Clipse & Pharrell]
Grindin' (Woah)
You know what I keep in the lining (Woah)
Niggas better stay in line when (Woah)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding)
Grindin' (Woah)
You know what I keep in the lining (Woah)
Niggas better stay in line when (Woah)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding)
[Produced by The Neptunes]41 | Hip-HopRap | 14 | 5 | 2,002 | 209,442 |
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2,076 | American Gangster | JAY-Z | [Intro]
And you say New York City
Uh-huh
Put your hands together
Young!
Uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yes! (Yes!)
[Verse 1]
I'm from the '80s
Home of the her-on
Era of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custies
New Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Momma was a mink wearer, papa ran numbers
So it's plain to see where my whole plan come from
American dream, I'm living the life still
Way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill
Still I'm grinding, army jacket lining
40 below Timbs on, getting my M's on
My best friend's gone
I seen bad days, still find songs that I hear him on
Getting my Mary J. Blige Reminisce on
I hear his voice in my mind like, nigga live on
So I get on that fly shit I been on
Spin on corners in Enzo with rims on
But for info, puffing on Endo-Nesia
Give me amnesia
I ease up, that right, I'm high nigga
I want the sky
The world when I'm done
I'm give it to my sons
Let 'em live it up, split it up, switch it up, uh
Sixes kit it up, man I did it up, done
The rest of my belongings belong in the hall of fame
A list of hits next to all my names
I came
You might also like[Bridge]
(Woo!) uh-huh (geah)
I want the sky baby
I want the sky baby
[Verse 2]
If the sky should fall
And it all goes tomorrow and they foreclose on the house
And auction off all my cars
Don't cry for me Argentina, I mobbed the Beamer
Took trips abroad, got mobbed in Sardinia
In Ibiza, I had pizza in the club
Ladies know I'm that guy, they wanna piece of my love
Now they wanna do your boy like Mike in his prime
Billie Jean, the goddamn boy ain't mine
And the Roc break up, had the people losing hope
Can't lie, they had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes
Now I'm back in the go mode, back in the go-go's
Throwing the diamond up, repping the logo
Rose gold, Rosé flow, I'm okay though
What don't kill me makes stronger than before so
Here we go and I'm not Domino
When it all falls down, I'm like Kanye's jaw
I might break but I don't fold, 'til I hold the sky in my hand
Yeah, that's my goal
And then I bid you Freddy Adu
Prodigal Child, y'all not ready for the fu-ture, ture
Then I disappear in the Bermuda Triangle
My name will be viewed as such
Here's to the man who refused to give up
I want the sky nigga, chuuurch
[Outro]
I want the sky baby
I want the sky baby4 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 11 | 2,007 | 57,966 |
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2,078 | Fly | Nicki Minaj | [Chorus: Rihanna]
I came to win, to fight
To conquer, to thrive
I came to win (J.R.), to survive
To prosper, to rise
To fly
To fly
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, yo
I wish today it would rain all day
Maybe that'd kinda make the pain go away
Tryna forgive you for abandoning me
Prayin', but I think I'm still an angel away
Angel away, yeah, it's strange in a way
Maybe that is why I chase strangers away
They got they guns out aimin' at me
But I become Neo when they aimin' at me
Me, me, me against them
Me against enemies, me against friends
Somehow, they both seem to become one
A sea full of sharks and they all smell blood
They start comin' and I start risin'
Must be surprisin', I'm just surmisin'
I win, thrive, soar, higher
Higher, higher, more fire
You might also like[Chorus: Rihanna]
I came to win, to fight
To conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive
To prosper, to rise
To fly
To fly
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, yo
Everybody wanna try to box me in
Suffocatin' every time it locks me in
Paintin' they own pictures, then they crop me in
But I will remain where the top begins
'Cause I am not a word, I am not a line
I am not a girl that could ever be defined
I am not fly, I am levitation
I represent an entire generation
I hear the criticism loud and clear
That is how I know that the time is near
See we become alive in the time of fear
And I ain't got no motherfuckin' time to spare
Cry my eyes out for days upon days
Such a heavy burden placed upon me
But when you go hard, your nays become yays
Yankee stadium with Jays and Kanyes
[Chorus: Rihanna]
I came to win, to fight
To conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive
To prosper, to rise
To fly
To fly
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Get ready for it
Get ready for it
Get ready for it
I came to win
Get ready for it
Get ready for it
Get ready for it
[Chorus: Rihanna]
I came to win, to fight
To conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive
To prosper, to rise
To fly
To fly46 | Hip-Hop | 30 | 8 | 2,011 | 490,945 |
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2,079 | Save Me | Nicki Minaj | [Verse 1]
I drove for miles just to find you and find myself
All these screams, all these voices in my head
You gave me strength, gave me hope for a lifetime
I never was satisfied
[Chorus]
This time, won't you save me?
This time, won't you save me?
Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up
This time, won't you save me?
This time, won't you save me?
Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up
Givin' up
Givin' up
Givin' up
[Verse 2]
It's not your fault, I'm a bitch, I'm a monster
Yes, I'm a beast, and I feast when I conquer
But I'm alone on my throne, all these riches
I came this way, all this way just to say, ayy
[Chorus]
This time, won't you save me?
This time, won't you save me?
Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up
This time, won't you save me?
This time, won't you save me?
Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up
Givin' up
Givin' up
Givin' up
You might also like[Bridge]
I'm givin' up baby, yes
I'm givin' up, baby
It feels like I've been drivin' for miles (Yeah)
I'm givin' up, baby
And I can't seem to silence these voices in my head (Yeah)
This time, won't you save me?
Come save me
This time, won't you save me?
Come save me
[Chorus]
This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me?
Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up
This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me?
Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up
This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me?
Baby, I can feel myself givin' up (Givin' up)
Givin' up25 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 11 | 2,010 | 144,046 |
|
2,080 | Here I Am | Nicki Minaj | [Verse 1]
Why is it that you could only see the worst in me?
I swear, sometimes, it feel like it nurtures me
But to keep it all real, it's kinda hurtin' me
I could say I'm done with it, but it lurks in me
So I'ma just tell myself that it works for me
Take a real long drive in the Mercedes
And I might pop a couple of them Percoce's
Yeah, that'll make me transform to Hercules
[Pre-Chorus]
I am who I am
Ah
[Chorus]
Here I am, here I am
So take me as I am
Here I am, here I am
So take me as I am
Here I am, here I am
So take me as I am
[Post-Chorus]
I am who I am
Ah
You might also like[Verse 2]
I swear to God, man, everything in life is old
And the only thing that changed is the price of gold
Even in the afterlife, I'ma fight your soul
'Cause the second time around, I'll be twice as bold
So do you take me to be who I am?
To have and to hold 'til death do us part?
'Cause if not, it's just best we both part
'Cause how am I supposed to finish what you start?
You got me thinkin' twice to just breathe (I am)
Then you say I won't survive if I leave (Who I am)
But I got a couple of tricks up my sleeve (Ah)
I no longer need your attention, at ease
[Bridge]
It's a joke, it's a game
Why am I still keeping score?
I'm in pain, I'm ashamed
I'm a woman, hear me roar
It's a joke, it's a game
Why am I still keeping score?
I'm in pain, I'm ashamed
I'm a woman, hear me roar
Now it's a joke, it's a game
Why am I still keeping score?
I'm in pain, I'm ashamed
I'm a woman, hear me roar
It's a joke, it's a game
Why am I still keeping score?
I'm in pain, I'm ashamed
I'm a woman, hear me roar (Here I am)
[Outro]
Here I am, here I am
So take me as I am17 | Hip-Hop | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 67,325 |
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2,081 | Dear Old Nicki | Nicki Minaj | [Intro]
Mmm, oh
Mmm
Yo
[Verse 1]
Maybe you died 'cause everybody ask me where you at
I tried to channel you in hopes that I could steer you back
But it's like every intersection we just missed each other
You got your fans waitin', tell me you ain't six feet under
And tell me that you comin' back and you just took a break
Maybe I blamed you for everything, that was my mistake
In hindsight, I loved your rawness and I loved your edge
'Cause it was you who talked me down from jumpin' off the ledge
Your earings bamboo, your long nails too
Your BMW every time you came through
You was the brave heart, you stole Wayne heart
You never switched it up, you played the same part
But I needed to grow, and I needed to know
Were there some things inside of me that I needed to show?
So I just deaded you, left you in all black
But dear old Nicki, please call back
[Chorus]
You told me you'd come when I needed you
And you said it so sweetly, I believed you
But I'm standing here calling, I can't see you
But I am holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you
To that
You might also like[Verse 2]
Yo, did I chase the glitz and glamour, money, fame, and power?
'Cause if so, that will forever go down my lamest hour
I shoulda kept you with me, gettin' at them nameless cowards
They was no match for you, couldn't defeat your prowess
I had to make them changes, I hope you understood
You see, for every bad, I did a ton of good
But you was underground and I was mainstream
I live the life now that we would daydream
My only wish is you come enjoy it with me
Get on them conference calls, go meet the lawyers with me
The money came, yeah, I tripled and quadrupled it
But I still miss us when we was just on some stupid shit
And it's still fuck the media
They ridiculed you, never believed in ya
They just deaded you, left you in all black
But dear old Nicki, please call back
[Chorus]
You told me you'd come when I needed you
And you said it so sweetly, I believed you
But I'm standing here calling, I can't see you
But I am holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you
To that
[Outro]
And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you
And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you
And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you
To that
And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you
And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you
And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you
To that31 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 11 | 2,010 | 130,885 |
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2,082 | Last Chance | Nicki Minaj | [Intro: Natasha Bedingfield]
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo
I could've been had fame
Jump shot with a stupid-ass aim
'Cause you couldn't get around the last name
So my cross-over wins the last game
And it's ill, right?
Switched up the flow, but it's still right
Go back to that, yeah, I still might
I'ma just do me when it feel right
Uh, you could bring it any day
Natural bad-ass, NBA
That's my initials, that's why officials
Don't blow the whistle, bang-bang the pistol
A-a-and I'm bossy
Can't keep these hoes up off me
Damn, the flow nasty, coffee
Don't you do like the Pope and cross me
[Chorus: Both, Nicki Minaj & Natasha Bedingfield]
Yeah, this is my last chance (Oh)
Last chance (Oh)
Yeah, this is my last chance
Then shoot, I'm ready to shoot (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot)
I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot)
I'm ready, I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot)
I'm ready, I'm ready to shoot (Uh huh)
I'm ready to shoot (Uh, uh)
You might also like[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I get it in though
No sexual innuendo
Nobody that I could just depend on
Until I touch down in the end zone
And then they come out like roaches
P-p-pecking away like vultures
But little did they know, distribute the payroll
Pick out the outfit, pick out the single
Sadly, I'm so business savvy
Similar protocol, but the tidbits vary
Never been like me, ain't never been like this
My flow's a crisis, they screamin' high pitch
Uh, gun cock, pause
And I'm well aware of the gun laws
Tell 'em that I'm gunnin' for the top, Forbes
Headed to the top, dot org
[Chorus: Both, Nicki Minaj & Natasha Bedingfield]
Yeah, this is my last chance (This is my last chance)
Last chance (Oh yeah, yeah)
Yeah, this is my last chance (My last chance)
Then shoot, I'm ready to shoot (Eh, eh, eh, eh)
I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot)
I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot)
I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot)
I'm ready to shoot
I'm ready to shoot
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj, Natasha Bedingfield & Both]
All the days of my life, I have been waiting for this time (Oh)
Could you believe now it's right before my eyes?
Anybody tryna stop me better not fuck with me this time (Oh)
Shoot, I am ready to shoot into the sky
[Chorus: Both, Nicki Minaj & Natasha Bedingfield]
Yeah, this is my last chance (This is your last chance)
Last chance (Oh)
Yeah, this is my last chance
Then shoot, I'm ready to shoot (Eh, eh, eh, eh)
I'm ready to shoot
[Outro: Natasha Bedingfield & Nicki Minaj]
Only one chance, one bullet in the gun (I'm ready to shoot)
This is my life and I only got one, yeah (I'm ready to shoot)
Running through there and I put on the stars (I'm ready to shoot)
Oh, stick 'em up, stick 'em up now, yeah (I'm ready to shoot)
Only one chance, one bullet in the gun
This is my life and I only got one, yeah
The safety's off and I put it on the stars
Oh, stick 'em up, stick 'em up, uh
I'm ready to shoot
Yeah, yeah, I'm ready to shoot
This is my life and I only got one, yeah
The safety's off and I put it on the stars
Get ready, ha
I'm ready to shoot9 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 11 | 2,010 | 40,759 |
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2,083 | G.R.I.N.D | Asher Roth | 1500 or nothin
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
This one's for the people
All the bees that'll bleed and they sleep and they eat
Shit, breathe, I thought we all equal
Ain't a man on the God's green be underneath any other
I don't wanna play preacher
But, but I swear they turn a ear, when we talk about peace and love
Sometimes might need a hug, yeah we all wanna come on up above
But this ain't about Jesus
No way, no Abe, no Ike, Moses or Muhammad, yeah it's all about believin
Full steam ahead because I know the worst times are behind me
I don't wanna sound cheesy but, but, but, it's just I really mean it eh, eh
Yeah I'm tellin' I can feel it, eh, eh, it's the reason I don't sleep
I be way too geeked tonight
[Hook]
This one's for all of y'all, I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit
I work real hard and all, for every little bit that I get
But this is all I need, so sing this song with me, it goes like
So it sound like this, everybody start clappin hands, it's like, it's like
(IIIIII, I've been on my griiiiind
I can only grind-ind-ind-ind, for so long)
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Said (IIIII, I've been on my griiiiind
I can only grind-ind-ind-ind, for so long)
You might also like[Verse 2]
Yeah, about time to change a few things, we a slave to the bank
And we only wanna buy new shoes, the way that we think
We can do anything that we really wanna put our minds to
The American dream, dream, is a pyramid scheme, scheme
And it feels out of reach, when it's hard and the times are tough
But change starts with us, so yep, yep
We all want freedom
Yeah, to be who we be
I don't wanna be afraid when I speak, to say what I'm feelin
Yeah, together we're strong but divided never been so weak
It's time we get even, yeah, yeah
And really what I mean is, is, is, this change I can feel it
Yeah, yeah, Mr. President, think it's all gonna be okay
[Hook]
This one's for all of y'all, I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit
I work real hard and all, for every little bit that I get
But this is all I need, so sing this song with me, it goes like
So it sound like this, everybody start clappin hands, it's like, it's like
(IIIIII, I've been on my griiiiind
I can only grind-ind-ind-ind, for so long)
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Said (IIIII, I've been on my griiiiind
I can only grind-ind-ind-ind, for so long)
[Outro]
So, it's not about, fame and, and fortune
It's about believing and believing in yourself
And understanding that, that this life is, it's life
It's, it's liberty and, the pursuit of happiness
And, happiness isn't about getting what you want all the time
It's, it's about loving what you have
So Get Ready, It's a New Day
(IIIIII, I've been on my griiiiind
I can only grind-ind-ind-ind, for so long)3 | Hip-Hop | 26 | 7 | 2,010 | 14,317 |
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2,084 | Cost Me a Lot | J. Cole | [Intro (Sampled): Billie Holiday (J. Cole)]
What can I do?
It’s cost me a lot
It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here nigga)
It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here?)
(Shit homie) It’s cost me a lot (Shit homie)
It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here nigga)
It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here?)
It’s cost me a lot (Hey)
It’s cost me a lot (Hey)
[Verse 1]
Just one of them days, a nigga feel like flossin’
A Stone Cold Stunner, bitch, I'm Steve Austin
Cool as Drew Brees, I’m blowin' a few Gs
Just to hear them hoes say he’s awesome
He’s awful, yeah remember when ya fronted on me
Pulled up beside me in that big body and stunted on me
Or when the bouncer just announced that it was bottle service only
Then he kicked me out the line, yeah he punted on me
Well look, I’m back, bitch, back with an attitude
Buyin' out the bar, 'cause I feel like this the shit I gotta prove
Last year the cashier told me my card was not approved
Now I’m tippin' the server a hundred to show my gratitude
Easy, told you I’d be back baby, I guess you ain't believe me
Now I’m living just like the niggas you see on TV
VIP feel like this club oughta thank me
I hit the bar so y’all can see me ballin’, HD
You might also like[Refrain]
It’s cost me a lot
Big chains, big whips with wood grain
It’s cost me a lot
My God, my watch make momma think someone might rob
It’s cost me a lot
Fast life and till the gas light
Copped the type of shit you couldn’t get at half price
It’s cost me a lot
Look but don’t touch motherfucker, think twice
It’s cost me a lot
[Hook]
Now I don’t love no material things
But I’m in love with the feelings they bring
I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that
Damn, how, how, how, how he do that
Now I don’t love no material things
But I’m in love with the feelings they bring
I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that
Damn, how, how, how, how he do that
[Verse 2]
Knee deep in the game, my chain heavy
Somebody get the pilot and ask is the plane ready
To handle all the weight on my shoulders we takin' off
Don’t wanna meet Aaliyah but yet I can’t take it off
'Cause how I’m supposed to shine without the proper bling
Remember when I did a show with Waka Flocka Flame
Felt naked 'cause the boy rocked about a thousand chains
Guess we rock a lot of ice 'cause we got a lot of pain
Thats five hundred years of swellin', I’m tryna tell 'em
Jacob the Jeweler is cooler now that he a felon
Jay put a stamp on the nigga but wouldn’t mail him
If he couldn't sell him, so what that tell him, huh?
My chain heavy and my bitches look very thorough
Must be the money like Deion with the Jheri curl
White Range, call that motherfucker Larry Bird
I got em hangin' on every word
[Refrain]
It’s cost me a lot
Big chains, big whips with wood grain
It’s cost me a lot
My God, my watch make momma think someone might rob
It’s cost me a lot
Fast life and till the gas light
Copped the type of shit you couldn’t get at half price
It’s cost me a lot
Look but don’t touch motherfucker, think twice
It’s cost me a lot
[Hook]
Now I don’t love no material things
But I’m in love with the feelings they bring
I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that
Damn, how, how, how, how he do that
Now I don’t love no material things
But I’m in love with the feelings they bring
I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that
Damn, how, how, how, how he do that8 | Hip-HopRap | 12 | 11 | 2,010 | 89,466 |
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2,085 | Pull My Hair | Ying Yang Twins | [Girl]
Hey you
You know you been talking a lot of shit
Whispering in my ear
Making me feel all, hot and bothered and shit
Making a mother fucker horny
You say you can fuck? Prove it
[D-Roc]
Look bitch
You done talked a whole lot of shit
But wait 'til you see my dick
I ain't really for the talking game
You done came in the room and started handling me things
First off with brain and I'm a beat the pussy up
Hit it from the back and beat the pussy up
Girl why you fronting
Doing all that running
Be your ass still
Long dick coming
Now ride on the dick like you were dancing in the club
You really love attention, so show them some love
Now come up slow and just ride the head
Now drop down fast, put it all in it
Now turn your ass around an let me hit it from behind ya
Put big dick inside ya
I'm a hit it from the back while I'm pulling your hair
You climbing up the wall while I'm pulling your hair
Getting freaky than a mother fucker sweating
I'm all on you
You all on me
Fucking like dogs
Me and shorty off of the walls
And I like it when she play with the balls
Shorty ain't holding nothing back at all
Ain't scared to put the mouth on the dick
She swallowed it!
And she like it when a nigga be pulling her hair
Talking nasty to her ass while I'm pulling her hair
You might also like[Hook]
Now that I got you in the bed, I'm gonna pull yo hair
Snatch yo ass up by the head, I'm gonna pull yo hair
Pull my hair (pull it hard) Pull my hair (pull it tight)
Pull my hair (come on baby) Pull my hair {*girl moans*}
Fuck me daddy, spank me daddy
Fuck me daddy, spank me daddy
Fuck me daddy, spank me daddy
Fuck me shit!
[Girl with sucking noises in background]
Mmmmm
You like this, You wanna see what I have?
[Kane]
Hey bitch, I'm talking to you
(So tell me what you want me to do)
{*clears throat*}
Look at here {*girl moans*} drop down on all fours like a dog
Now I'm looking at your ass 'fore I hit it
That pussy from the back I'm a get it
I'm walking over to ya with the rubber (oooh)
Your ass in trouble (Is it up high enough?)
I done caught your bluff
Fuck you until you cry {*girl moans*}
You said I beat that pussy from back so much that I hurt yo side
Yo ass should have been built for the war (yeah) Fuck it!
And if you don't want to wear your tail
You need to put it in your ass and tuck it
I whispered, just to get you in the bed
And now I'm fixing to pull your hair on your head (pull it)
Shouldn't've fucked with me, should you?
If your ass could've ran you would've
But you put that there a side
That's how my dick got between your thighs
Now that's all right
I got a ten foot pole
That'll go in your hole
Take yo soul
Make nut come out yo nose
Fall all on yo clothes
[Hook 2X]2 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 6 | 2,005 | 27,440 |
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2,086 | Is There Any Love? | Kid Cudi | [Intro]
Heads up, nigga
Wale
Plain Pat
Emile
[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Off jump boo, Cudi give you funk
Hit you in your head then it work it to your rump
Hatin' niggas can't hate, leave 'em all stumped
They gotta like a nigga, call me Obama
Not a hypebeast while you beast for the hype (no no)
Yeah I'm the underdog, story of my life (yup)
Matter fact I dreamed that I lived twice
Once as a slave who imagined being free
And made it all happen for his family and his seed
And now me, you can call me Mr. Friendly
One life to live, but no acting on my nigga Friendy
Can't stand evil bitches with they Fendi
All they do is envy and plot up on my loins
I give you options baby flip a coin
You get McDonald's, forget the sirloin
Hating my macking, they asking
[Chorus]
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world of ours?
Is there any love
In this world?
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2: Wale & Kid Cudi]
Folarin, the muse of the hater
That music is greater, stupid nigga, bring your face up
Bamas surprised, deprived from attention
Pride of the district all rise so they listenin'
From where gorillas territorial for inches
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't John Lynch them
Off rip that's genius
You niggas so-so like seamstress
No more amore, I refuse to force you
Maybe I lack the fortitude to try to court you
Of course, they all hate
Early adapters agree they all late
So what that say about my watch?
To y'all minds I'm like a UK clock
Hours ahead, so wack niggas is sayin'
What they sayin', young?
They sayin'
What they sayin', young?
They sayin'?
[Chorus]
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world of ours?
Is there any love
In this world?
[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
I was born to do the damn thing
Story of Cudi, nigga getting out my dreams
Zero options to choose
Living in a box full of Cuyahoga blues, and listen
I stayed away from reading The Plain Dealer
Most of my niggas back in Cleveland were plain dealers, uh
Who whipped Supremes, the candy-painted eyes
But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise
Wasn't no love for a nigga in the smug
Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising
High off life? My nigga, not even
I'ma go to war with the Devil 'til we're even
Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing
No commentary my man, I come out swinging
And this will be the song that we sing
Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping
[Chorus]
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world?
Is there any love
In this world of ours?
Is there any love
In this world?18 | Hip-HopRap | 17 | 7 | 2,008 | 65,772 |
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2,087 | Armageddon | Ying Yang Twins | [Hook]
Armageddon (What!?)
Armageddon (What!?)
Armageddon (What!?)
Armageddon (Incoming!)
[Verse 1]
See it's the Ying Yang
And we a hazard
We're gonna get bumping up
And get ready for war
If we have to
It's a disaster
And we're them bastards
They don't know what slap a ho
Jack a ho
Crack a ho, forehead
Bucking we leave more dead
Destined for hell
We might as well
Be narrow bred
Fucking your health
We rearrange the game
Put that thing on your ho
Pussy popping, dropping and twurkulating
Ready to go
Now if you think we, think we won't buck, buck
Try your luck fuck, and I bet you get stuck
Much as y'all want to dog a broad
Little treat the ho
Never to be dull
And let her eat dough
And when you're me though
This how you greet the ho
This how you greet the ho
Hello
Naw I jumped off track
Let me get back to my subject
Y'all victims we suspects
Y'all talk shit we crack necks
We're bad, bad, bad
We're on fire
Fuck the man, man
Cause we all gotta die now
If you figure that you're bigger than God
I can't tell it
And if you shit a little bit in the school
You're gonna smell it
So all you niggas need to quit all that hate
It won't last
But a blast from gun
Player make you run fast
You might also like[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Look up in the sky
It's a bird it's a plane
Naw, D-Roc and Kayne
Who? Ying Yang
Faster than the speeding bullets
And we leap over ghettos
Came to take the rap game
For you niggas that don't know
Here we come come come
Better run run run
Saying 'don't want none"
(Saying "don't want none")
You better move
Get out the way and let a mother fucker get through
If you get ran over then nigga that's on youI know you don't want to see us cut a fool
Cause niggas like us be thorough bred
Thugs cold-hearted
Don't make us get retardedDon't want trouble so you'd best not start it
Step off to the side when you see us come in
Two alley mother fuckers in your city again
We are on now guppy
Cause young ass niggas
Came to thingAnd we always win
But you throwing a win
And let's all have a party
Cause we don't want to hurt nobodyWe just came to have fun
Give me a bottle and a mother fucking cup
And if you feel what I'm saying get fucked up
[Hook] | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,003 | null |
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2,092 | Aston Martin Music | Wale | In life, I think our aspirations should guide us
Even if there’s thing we could never provide or
Be beside, Lord, just give the right to desire or admire such
The finer things you know
To dream is to live life’s full potential
So whatever I’m into, I get it in too
[Hook: Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it (all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby (in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
Let’s go
You gotta turn me up if you feel this mo’f-cker
Shout out Chrissy, Rozay and all that
I’m just feelin’ that good today you know what I’m sayin’
D.C What’s up, Maryland, PG, MoCo, VA
Lets do it
[Verse 1: Wale]
Smooth mo’f-cka, let me do this mo’f-cka
Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble
Tints ain’t legal, I ain’t ordinary people
Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel
Life without dreamin’ is a life without meanin’
I’m grinding like “I gotta hope all my niggas see it
My garments shouldn’t be here, I’m somewhere near the future
As far as being hard, I feel I’m somewhere near Medusa
And everywhere I be at, know I’m at somewhere near my shoota
I swear my peoples keep a strapped like Pinky in the movies
I’m doin well, I’m just hoping I got your respect
Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a Lex
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Hook: Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it (all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby (in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
(Back on that No Days Off)
[Verse 2: Wale]
Look
Momma ain’t raise a thug, Pops ain’t raise a ho
I keep a level head, Gettin high layin low
Morty let me use the Maybach back in May
I told him wait, I’ll have another for him 28s?
Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches
No crucifix chains, I’m ain’t sure if I’m forgiven, Lord
I need a better way, I want that Aston
But I got fam havin’ problems with they FAFSA
I’m prioritizing, a part of growing up
A lot fathers showin’ off instead of showin up
A lot of niggas love a broad till she throwin’ up
9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son
Talking ’bout...
[Hook: Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I can't let it go
Whether that’s right I will never know (ugh but here goes nothin’)
Ralph
No Days Off
[Wale - Verse 3]
Ughh
Smokin’ slight bud?, Coolin with my lil bruh
Ol’ heads schoolin me, sayin’ “Soak it up”
A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
And that’s a scary thing, I try to duck em good
Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good
I’m sayin’ that I know, revealing them most
My God come before this bread
Guess I’m different than most
See, Mel made a couple milli sellin’ Jesus passion
Why these new black churches all resemble castles?
How the Church be always mad when I can’t do a handout?
And why these pastor keep messin’ with these boys Astons
Ralph
Chorus (Chrisette Michelle)
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it (all night)
Breezin’ down the freeway just me and my baby (in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music | Hip-Hop | null | null | null | 17,222 |
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2,093 | Bastard | Tyler, The Creator | [Intro]
Yo, yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put an 18 year old nigga
Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
[Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC and um, I'm guessing that your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehaving
Um, it's gonna be three sessions: today, tomorrow, and the next day
So, just tell me something about yourself...
Well, look, if, if you don't talk, I mean, these sessions are going to go slower, so-
[Verse 1]
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought? This food for death, go 'head and fucking eat
My father's dead, well, I don't know, we'll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga, I'm Satan's son
[Verse 2]
My mother raised me, a single parent, so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers
Are much important, I'm getting angrier while recording
I'm feeling like the bulls, I've got a gang of wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Simple, but probably not, fuck em
You might also like[Verse 3]
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls: the only way I'll get my dick sucked
Suspended from school, coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot, like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on
'Cause this album pack enough evil
That you can't fit inside a Jansport
Go to school with this
[Verse 4]
I go from AP to JC inside a fucking week
Waking up with random girls like "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?"
I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet
Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
No to drugs, I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes
By those that were slow as molasses
Take this shit to school
[Verse 5]
Raquel treat me like my father, like a fucking stranger
She still don't know I made "Sarah" to strangle her
Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler
All because she said no to homecoming, demons running
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares are caught, go to sleep
[Verse 6]
I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky
"Fuck me," the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either
A fucking sin or too illegal, play this shit in church
[Verse 7: Tyler, The Creator, Dr. TC]
I graduated without honors or fucking father
He died (I'm so sorry) No bitch, don't even fucking bother
I wanted a brother, my mother I told her
But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
That's having our brains racing like Dayton
Wearing some fucking Heelys
[Verse 8]
I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me
But times I'm so serious, you think I'm silly
I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11
Seven, what's religion nigga? I am legend
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented
Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci
When they have kids they haven't seen in years
Impressing their peers
With the same problem, the only way to solve them
Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear
The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid
My father didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit
My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents
When Danielle or Milan decide to fucking share
This confused boy, I wanna hug, oy
I’m bad for your kids to listen to, soy is not the choice
I'm bad milk, drink it
[Interlude: Dr. TC]
Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say
Uh, who knows I might feel as I'm evaluating
[Verse 9]
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah
Well that's not her fucking name, but I think this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm kissing
But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing
With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen
'Cause I don't give a shit like sitting down pissing
Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries
Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
Losers can never win me, you can never offend me
My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully mom'll attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email
So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail
[Outro: Dr. TC]
Wow, umm
So, Tyler, if you had the chance to tell him something
What would you tell him?105 | Unknown | 25 | 12 | 2,009 | 997,754 |
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2,094 | Hanh! | Ying Yang Twins | [INTRO]
Ying Yang, we done done it again
And put it on the map like hahn!
Put it on the map like hahn!
[Hook]
Think we ain't crunk
They think we playing
All around the world
Is what they saying
Think we ain't crunk
They think we playing
All around the world
Is what they saying
Hanh x8
Take a pen and a paper
And we spit on some game
And flip the script
And got the world start screaming our names
Ying Yang in this thing and its evident
(You don't really like us nigga?) You irrelevent
We brought hands to the game and we taking over
Mind control them like a hypnotic potion
Puff of smoke them
Nigga we don't bluff we rolls them
Curve your stomach you vomit from the roller-coaster
We've been around the globe
Done seen the world
Now we still make jingles for the boys and girls
And they like when a nigga say hahn (hahn!)
Play a nigga song like hahn (hahn!)
Cause we keep coming wit the shit ya like
I say you got that right?
You got that right
Niggas stay crunk like hahn (hahn!)
Nigga off the chain like hahn
Kane bring it back now (hahn!)
Niggas in the club like (hahn!)
Bitches in the club like (hahn!)
We roll on dubs like (hahn!)
We scream throw it up like (hahn!)
Go slow like (hahn!)
Hit the floor like (hahn!)
Ho, drop that shit to the floor like (hahn!)
Pop it until you can't no more like (hahn!)
Say them boys is out of control (hahn!)
We gonna crank this bitch until it flow
Say Hanh! (hanh!)
If you feel it mother fuckers say hahn! (hanh!)
If you don't give a fuck say hanh! (hanh!)
Ain't no kool-aid in your cup say hanh! (hanh!)
Crank this mother fucker up like hanh! (hanh!)
We gonna have a ball
And party like its Mardi Gras
Even if you're on the wall
Just clap ya hands
Ying Yang in this thing like hanh!
We was on Soul Train screaming hanh! (hanh!)
On 106 and Park screaming hanh! (hanh!)
We was on Spring Bling screaming hanh! (hanh!)
We was on the Bassment screaming hanh! (hanh!)
When we in your city we gonna scream hanh! (hanh!)
When you ain't wit us we still gonna scream hanh! (hanh!)
All these years we gonna scream hanh! (hanh!)
Even next year we still gonna scream hanh! (hanh!)
When we take the description of the song
Just cause we make it a jingle
That don't mean its a get along
See we make it like this
So you can learn it quicker
And find out why we ain't concerned with niggas
The twins and we quicker than little nigga
We quicker to drill a nigga
We jump up on a stage and kill a nigga
They wishing that they crowds would feel them nigga
The way me and my mans and them nigga (x4)
Scream hanh! (hanh!)
Till you can't no more
After that start stomping the flo'
Kinda like you got the holy ghost
Get crunk, start doing your thing
Get up, start doing your thing (hanh!)
You might also like[Hook]
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2,098 | What the Beat | DJ Clue? | [Verse 1: Method Man]
Niggas is like "Oh My God! Not you!"
Yes! I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed
With sex, drugs and rock & roll, new TECs and calicos!
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers who don't add up
You get broke, battered and slapped up
8 million stories in the Nekkid, call yo' man Method
Straight guerrilla, iller nigga kill a murder record
My verbal shooter does it to ya
The 16-bar Ruger, bustin' yo' funky dope maneuvers
But I'm not ya Super Lover Cee, I'm the Super Sperm
Splash it on your skin, rub it in like it's Lubriderm
10 outta 10, I be the men of all men, I mean the
Crème de la crème or schemer, sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima
True, Professional 2 (DJ Clue!)
Now that Bush is president, nigga, we all through! (Word!)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Yeah, it's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder
'Cause I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy to crazy people
To make 'em believe I'm crazy, so they can relate to me
And maybe believe in Shady, so they can be evil, baby, I like that!
I'm only as crazy as people made me
Believe me, they'd be just as many mutherfuckin' murderers
And heroin users without Marilyn's music
But I figure, I make my music, I don't care if you use it
To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it!
Now the parents are suin'
'Cause little Darren is screwin' Karen and Susan
'Cause I told him to do it on Clue's new shit
Now it's all ruined, the whole world is fucked up
'Cause of me, two 12-year old girls is knocked up
My attitude's 'Fuck it!' like Pac's was at one point
Wanna come join? Pick up a Glock and just point
Now everybody's killin' everybody and everybody's bloody
And I'm just laughin' like it's funny
'Cause I don't really give a shit about no-motherfuckin'-body
I'm so motherfuckin' nutty, I don't give a fuck about nothin'!
You might also like[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]
My wrist is water and freezer mix
This is Audio Jesus, the repent shit gets big
Keep a sharp-like knife in a pop device
So "Duro, you gotta let it bump!", I came from a hard knock life
They say this kid be rude like this can't be true
I'll suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed
Vampire, sun go down, I'm still wildin'
Bullets travel through the Air In The Night like Phil Collins
Rock City, baby, knife through your throat 'til you're broke
Rise from the underground like sewer smoke
It's all shifty, I got all of my dogs with me
And they all rich, and still all of they palms itchy
We'll pump, rumble over birds, jungle urge
Walkin' like we talkin' drunk, while we stumble over words
Clue *inhale*
Duro *inhale*
Slim *inhale*
Meth *inhale*
5'9" *inhale*
Hold up, breath!
[Chorus: Method Man, Eminem & Royce da 5'9"]
It's just, Mr. Meth and DJ Clue
I ain't crazy, I just do what the beat say do
It's just, Slim Shady and DJ Clue
I ain't evil, I just do what the beat say do
Uhh, uhh, Royce 5'9" and DJ Clue
I ain't bad, I just do what the beat say do
[Outro: DJ Clue]
DJ Clue! Desert Storm!
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2,100 | Friend or Foe ’98 | JAY-Z | [Produced by DJ Premier]
[Intro]
Uh-huh uh, the saga continues...
Motion picture shit
[Verse]
I'm done talking
Ran up in the spot gun smoking
Shot it in the air, one woke him
Son soaking, sweating in his bed like dun' loc'in!
Thinking to himself what done provoked him
His thoughts is racing like a Vulcan
I swear I saw a light bulb when
He finally realized who was the culprit
I said yeah, remember me from Friend or Foe when
I told you don't ever ever come around here no more
Time to pay now, you try to rise, I wave the gun - lay down
This time you're really going to listen to Jay now
I try to talk sensibly, hoping that eventually you realize
I had this locked and it just wasn't meant to be
Plus I had sympathy when we all bought rims with your keys
And it was an afterthought that maybe you'll try to avenge me
But I was like "Nah", Homes had to know he was wrong
And if you caught me on the foul now you sing me the same song
Plus you promised
And that's really no fun
And here I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns
And all your goons, lined up in adjoining rooms
Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon
But my mind's like a flower in bloom
Peep how my eyes just scour the room
I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk I got it laid out
You think you the first nigga I played out, in a two-hotel town?
Come on now, I peeped your Lexus as you
Left the exit got some niggas on that side of the town
Money well invested, rudely interrupted
Jamaican accent (Boy you know who you dun fucked with?)
A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with?
I'm done talking, back up and clap him, one in the abdomen
Do me a favor duke, get two ice cubes I pass them
Take that ice up, for the nicest MC
And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable
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2,101 | Enchanted | J. Cole | [Intro: J. Cole]
Yeah, this is where the
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Yeah, this is where the fathers ain't livin', least not with us
Might see 'em round the city and won’t even say wassup
When niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors
And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
Just a small town nigga, big city hustle
Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell
These were our heroes, strictly for them zeros
For that Robert De Niro, niggas reload on them kilos, uh
Dodgin them people, mad at myself 'cause
I done seen some things that I’d rather not tell
Shawty smoke crack and her boyfriend too
And sometimes, he touch her daughter how them boyfriends do
Pull up to the club where my boys went too
See that yellow tape and the boys in blue
A nigga on a stretcher, and though I never met you
I'm thinkin', "God bless you, the city tryna get you"
[Bridge: J Cole]
Man, don’t let the city get you
Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler
If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue
Your face on the front of our shirts, screaming, "We miss you"
You might also like[Chorus: J. Cole]
Come with me
Run quick see
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
Come with me (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
Run quick see (Da-da da-da da-da)
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
[Verse 2: Omen]
Yeah, now see God, I know you only do what's best for me
But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny?
They always tellin’ me it’s temporary
Then why it's feelin' like a cemetery? My dreams ain't got no obituaries
My city hurtin' and none of us well-equipped here
You heard me say I was ballin’, I probably meant tears
I’m tryna get clear
I’m tryna quit fear, who wrote the scripts here?
These kids live their whole life just killing time
Running the race with no finish line
They tryna noose us with they ropes, but I'm finna climb
I think my foolish pride might become my suicide
But I ain't tryna go, no, baby
And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope
'Cause I ain't dying, my words gon’ last forever
You can hold the treasure, look inside, see a diamond in my mind
I'm tired of seeing dope fiends wiping they nose clean
Is my neighborhood just a smokescreen?
I think I'm in the dungeon fam, I see low green
Sons raised by both queens but it's no kings
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Come with me
Run quick see
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
Come with me (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
Run quick see (Da-da da-da da-da)
What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?
Da da-da-da, da da da da
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
It seems like niggas either feel you or they tryna kill you
I face the sky and hope that God ain't acting unfamiliar
You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar
They tell me that it's God’s will, I’m asking "God, will ya
Heal a nigga from all this pain?" Mama smokin' cocaine
As it rains out, am I to blame? Try to stay sane
So I came outside where they rock with them thangs out
To clear my mind, the same time they blew that boy brains out
But will it change? It's like niggas is free
But our minds still in the chains, brothers killing each other
The blood spill, it's a shame, will it ever slow up?
A lot of niggas getting older, but they never grow up
And do they sons like they fathers did and never show up
No need to cry about it, just another episode of
Life, watch the whole season, nigga, no reruns
The devil out here buying souls, nigga, no refunds, huh
[Bridge: J. Cole]
Man, don’t let the city get you
Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler
If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue
Your face on the front of our shirts screaming, "We miss you"
[Outro: J. Cole]
Another day, another song
A mother prays, another gone
But still we play, like ain't nothing wrong
Like ain't nothing wrong, 'cause ain't nothing wrong
I'm not as fast, I’m not as tall
But before I pass, I gotta ball
I gotta ball, I gotta ball
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2,102 | Scary Movies | Bad Meets Evil | [Intro: Eminem & (Royce Da 5'9")]
What's your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (Yo, Royce 5'9")
Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?)
We got the film right here
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers
Buck if I really have to, I really slap you
King of Detroit, who they namin' the city after
Scandalous partners whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with?
Expert, Bad & Evil is comin' soon
MCs get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin'
Leavin' all of you cats shittin' kittens
I gotta diss you, my niggas be cockin' pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splittin' the profits with you
Six percent of y'all niggas is just pretend
Cliques with clits, pussy niggas stink with dicks
Niggas act bully and blast for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packin' semi
Speak darts — yo, you get paid?
Rhymin' about it is the sweet part
You can't be street smart with a cheap heart
5'9", a street nigga with deep feelin'
I keep illin', my steez willin' to keep killin'
Fuck rap! A lot of y'all all is just acts
Trust that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And I'ma spit thunder, stick to my guns
Niggas is finished before they gimmicks: one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls
I'm a pitbull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw
Split y'all, holler, "It's on!" – then I diss y'all
All of y'all niggas get pissed on claimin' you pissed off
You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"]
Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it
Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it
[Verse 2: Eminem]
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin'
Any man plannin' to battle'll get snatched outta his clothes
So fast it'll look like an invisible man standin'
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this — and you better inhale!
‘Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin' taken advantage of, like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushin' a ten speed
Screamin' to Aunt Peg
With three spokes stickin' outta my pant leg
Fuck a headache! Give me a migraine, damn it, I like pain
You should be anywhere that a mic ain't
You rap knowin' you wack
You act up and I'm throwin' you down a flight of steps
Then I'm throwin' you back up them
If they don't like the track, fuck 'em! The rap struck 'em
Harder than gettin' hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
I'm free-fallin' feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath
I'ma climb the Empire State Building
And get to the last step and still have half left
[Chorus: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"]
Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it
Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it
[Outro: Eminem & (Royce Da 5'9")]
Bad, the Bad (Uhh, when the Bad meets the Bad, yo)
The Evil (Take the Evil with the Evil)
Put 'em together (What? Nine-nine)
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2,103 | Beast Mode | B.o.B | [Verse]
I really don't know how long I been doing this shit
I guess 2010's the first year that you gave a shit
I was the underdog, so please excuse me a bit
I need some space so someone please make me some room in this bitch
'Cause I’m in beast mode, feast mode
Gimme those beats, I eat those
All day I don’t sleep, no, I don’t even know what I got sheets for
Them pillowcases and bed frames, oh no, take that, don’t need those
So high I don’t get high, I don’t even know what I got weed for
People, I’m in beast mode, why’d you think I got these teeth for?
Why do I rep that east side and why do they all call me B.O.?
But see, I knew this beat before anybody fed my ego
Back in the hood at east shows, so we take hood wherever we go
Please know, I am as loyal as loyalty is when it’s gave
Dedicated, determined, dependable
Yes, I committed myself to the game
Don’t be letting them tell you them lies
We make the industry real when it’s fake
So stay meditating so your head is facing
Into the direction that you aim, bitch
Okay then, know what my name is
Excuse my language but I’m fed up with the same shit
They say they love me, but it's really 'cause I’m famous, see
My momma told me this back when I was nameless
So fuck y’all, I’m shameless, I’m a beast unleashed, I’m raging
I’m living inside of this Matrix, this video game that I’m playing
I ride around and they praise me, I crack a smile and they waving
I guess you could call me David Ruffin
I’m circled in the temptations, huh
Or maybe I’m angry, maybe I just need a little more patience
Or maybe I’m crazy, maybe I just get a little too anxious
Sometimes I rhyme like I’m inside Einstein's mind
Look at the time fly by, plenty of times I died
Looking at these jive guys claiming they lost they mind
You ain't really seen shit, nigga
Till you had the whole world flipped upside down
Right side up from the DEC so the Eastside’s up
Fired up so you know
When I get to the booth I go ham, cause I gotta do what I can
So I’m like "kadoish, kadoish, kadoish, Adonai Tsebayoth" I chant
I’m kinda like a blur with these words
Guess I'm more absurd with these verbs
Running at a hundred kilometers, man
Pretty soon I’ma leave Earth
Earthlings, or whatever, human beings
I’m a beast, you're a feast, curly fries, onion rings
This is not a fucking game, ain't no referee’s involved
This is military combat soldiers standing guard round my yard
Entourage, ham squad to be exact
Smoking ham, smacking back
Take your girl, have her back
We don’t want her round my team
She’s a slut and she’s a freak
But you don’t know cause she’s discreet
I swear I see everything that's a bit
Man I’m fed up to my neck with the stress
I could use a wish; Hayley, where you at?
I guess the only exception to these girls is that I rap
But I only attack
'Cause I’m in beast mode, just beast mode
Everybody know that I’m a motherfucking monster
Monster... Energy Drink shoulda been my sponsor
But sometimes I wonder, what is this race I run for
I give a fuck about numbers so I do find it ironic
These niggas get mad at me
Talking all sideways with they eyes glazed
They mad cause I’m straight, what the mind sees, the eyes say
And they say that I went pop and the streets say I ain't hip hop
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2,105 | Apologize (Remix) | OneRepublic | [Refrain: One Republic]
I'm holdin' on a rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearin' what you're saying
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
Tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, I say hey
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay, I'm talking 'bout a good girl gone bad
Crooked world, wrong path; right Mom, wrong Dad
I sing this song mad but not mad enough to shoot you
But it just eats me up, like some barbecue from Luther's
In the morning with the roosters
On the corner with the boosters
And she's the fresh-cut and they're on her like sutures
And I wanna talk to her, but her momma has to school her
I wanna see her better, she's the weather of my future
I don't wanna see another hurricane
Baby, you can kill the pain
If you just let me explain, trust me, I know what I'm sayin'
You will end up on the track of an on-comin' train
Stuck in the passenger seat, travelin' through the fast lane
You might also like[Verse 2: Bun B]
Well, once upon a time there was a mom and a dad
Who on the outside, had everything people wished they had
A beautiful daughter, two-story house, two-car garage
And a white picket-fence wrapped around the front yard
See, Daddy was a doctor and Mommy was a banker
Mommy's job got outsourced, so now Mommy's a dranker
Daddy had a malpractice suit, now he's a snorter
And all this shit is takin' place right in front of the daughter
She says, "Daddy, what's wrong?", but he's just too high
"Mommy, what we gon' do?", she just get drunk and cry
Caught in the middle of two wrongs, tryin' to do right
Looking for answers all alone in the darkness of night
Shit ain't right
[Refrain: One Republic]
I'm holding on a rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you're saying
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
Tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, I say hey
[Hook: One Republic]
You say that it's too late to apologize
It's too late
I said it's too late to apologize
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2,107 | Girls Fall Like Dominoes | Nicki Minaj | [Chorus: The Big Pink & Nicki Minaj]
These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes (Uh-huh)
Dominoes, d-d-dominoes (Yo, ayo, ayo)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I'ma need sixty-nine real bad girls for my tour bus
Somebody get security to escort us
They go the long way, but we take the short cuts
Give me the blonde hair, long weave, short cuts
You know the flow sick, came in on the small bus
So give the D-cup, C-cup, small bust
They judge me like the girl's on trial
But every time that I come out, it's just girls gone wild
Got the domino effect, in the front row passing out
With little bikini tops, they got they asses hanging out
Say my shoe game nuts, so I call 'em cashews
Every other city, it's another Nicki tattoo
Steal Wayne girls, I steal Drake girls
You know the real bitches love me, fuck the fake girls
So if you pretty, I sign titties
I got the key to every muhfuckin' city (Kyuh)
[Chorus: The Big Pink, Nicki Minaj]
These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes (Yo, yo)
Dominoes, d-d-dominoes (Yo, yo)
You might also like[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Okay, so when I'm in the hills, I hang with Kristin Cavallari
And when I'm in Miami, I'm with Kourtney, Kim, and Khloe
And when I'm in the A, I'm with Ciara or it's Keri
I'm feeling like a diva, then I hit Mariah Carey
I'm in the UK, I'ma see M.I.A
Superhero by night, r-r-rapper by day
And if I just wanna talk, I'ma hit up Monique
If I need a bad bitch, Angelina Jolie (Ooh)
Material girls like Madonna, model for Donatella
Ain't nothing you can tell her 'cause she get the mozzarella
She look just like Rihanna
She work with Wilhelmina, only rocking Galliano
She might be Filipino, be sipping Pellegrino
Be watching Al Pacino, she could probably sniff a kilo
Anyway, yo, hit up Grace Jones and tell her I said Strangé
I'm out in Paris, motherfucker, with Beyoncé
[Chorus: The Big Pink]
These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes
Dominoes, d-d-dominoes
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA
Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA
Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA
Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA
Where my Westside girls at? (Girls at)
And where my Eastside girls at? (Girls at)
Yo, where my Northside girls at? (Girls at)
And where my down-south girls at? (Girls at)
Yo, where my Westside girls at? (Girls at)
Yo, where my Eastside girls at? (Girls at)
Where my up-north girls at? (Girls at)
Now where my down-south girls at?
[Chorus: The Big Pink]
These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes
These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes
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2,108 | Rock the House | Gorillaz | [Verse 1: Del the Funky Homosapien]
I know you like that, you want to try that
It's like a flashback, so shake your ass crack
I got the balls to rock the salsa
Funk the blues-a, any groove to
Make your move, ‘cause taking you to
Another landscape is my mandate
I'm highly animated even though I'm decomposin'
So if your feet is frozen, I'ma die to see you ropin'
[Pre-Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien]
And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhyming and the DJ cutting
I want y'all to just get down
And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhyming and the DJ cutting
I want y'all to just get down
[Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on, trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on, shake and bake, do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
You might also like[Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Gravitational pull'll have you making a fool
Out of yourself on the dance floor
Doing back spins, running man and more
Party down with vigor and candor
Coming to the jam or look like a landlubber
And do the aqua boogie, win lots of goodies maybe
Pop a Gucci wallet, turntables is talking to me
It's awfully groovy, seeing all the treasure and the booty
[Pre-Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien]
And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhyming and the DJ cutting
I want y'all to just get down
And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhyming and the DJ cutting
I want y'all to just get down
[Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on, trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on, shake and bake, do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
I want to get down lower than Atlantis
Going toe to toe with an enchantress
Get funkier than Funkadelic wearing Pampers
While you eggheads is on the wall preparing answers
Sharing transcripts, while we over here
Dipping and dancing, rhythm romancing
Wallflowers, giving no action, no
All hours we chillin' and maxin'
So relaxin', opposites attractin'
I'ma toss my hat in, floss when the track spin
Like I'm on a crack bend, jigglin' and wigglin'
Freaking booties, speaking to the cuties so belligerent
No religion, just bump the feed on
You'll feel reborn, negativity we just dead it like decoy
Better lift your feet and just measure the beat on
The pulse when it responds
[Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on, trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on, shake and bake, do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)18 | Hip-HopRap | 26 | 3 | 2,001 | 90,655 |
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2,109 | Rather Be (Vagina Is For Lovers) | Wale | [Intro]
I'd rather be with you babe, yes I do
I'd rather beeeeee with youuuuuuuuuuuu
[Chorus]
Rather be, rather
Rather be, rather
Rather be, rather
Rather beee with youuuuuu
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Yeah
Hey
Ay though I love you hate that bitch that's always with you
A Shame I gotta put up with her shit just to get you
She threw another fit you had to split because she was wit you
And now I'm at the crib all alone damn I miss you
Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through
And then I got you loose it's like a glove how I fit you
Your two lips they smell like tulips so official
My niggas'll probably clown me if I told 'em that I kissed you
But you clean as a whistle wet as a tissue in the toilet
Love to hit that spot get you hot like I boil it
Even let ol' girl watch she enjoy it
Even though she make it hard for me to see you
Knowing that I need you
Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch
Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did
For me looks good she said oh you so sweet
Now get me while you can you bout to have to wait a whole week
Ah hell not the beast really I don't give a fuck
Well since you already bleedin' that mean I don't get to cut
Ay look I'm already fienin' so just let me slide thru
Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know Jacuzzi that shit
Then I'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick
The only reason that I put up with this moody ass bitch
Is... you
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Chorus]
Rather be, (Hey baby its... you) rather
Rather be, (Now baby its... you) rather
Rather be, (Hey baby its... you) rather
(And I... ) rather beee with youuuuuu
[Verse 2: Wale]
Yeah
She said I love you she talks tellin' me to kiss her up
But when her friend visits I doesn't get it much
Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason
Now my shit is like a crip sneaker
Listen love of my life, I'm tryin' to get some, a-
-ttention. You don't gotta listen just give a fuck
Your mouth, I don't need, your legs, you can keep
Just tryin' to get up in your jeans re-sew your seams
And your pussy was the cameo but stole the scene
So I got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese
Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress
Goodbye to my girl when I'm in it
I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine
I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines
See it's a part of you I gotta be a part of
But every other part of you make me wanna depart and
Baby look at what you started, why am I working for it
Why are we still conversing when I'm sure you've heard the chorus
I'm sure you get the point and I prefer you throw it urgent
Your mind can say no but she can't control the urges
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
Trying to get you hot and wet you know Jacuzzi that shit
Then I'm bustin' like an uzi when I'm through with that shit
The only reason why I put up with this stupid ass bitch
Is because of you
[Chorus]
Rather be, rather
Rather be, rather
Rather be, rather
(And I... ) rather beee with youuuuuu
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Uh, and how I wish I would've met you first
Never had a chance to try
Cause your overprotective friend saw the lust in my eyes
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
Which you know I'm different, right
You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights
Recognize shawty, be real with ya'self
Mama feelin' herself literally
And I wondering if her mission is to get rid of me
Cause every time you come by to kick it
And I open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you
Influencing your decisions I can't even get a minute
Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention
She talk and I don't listen, I'm just picturin' me stickin'
And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen
Spitta be that nigga bitches reachin' for my zipper
Cause they figure that's the way to my digits I beg to differ
Lifted like the research group, I so get it
She know you'll never be the same if I hit it
You know you longing for the stroke so you drippin'
She smoking and that'll be the scapegoat for slippin'
Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips
I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know Jacuzzi that shit
Then I'm bustin' like an uzi when I'm thru with that shit
The only reason that I put up with this bougie ass bitch
Is... you
[Outro]
Rather be, rather
Rather be, rather
Rather be, rather
Rather beee with youuuuuu3 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 6 | 2,009 | 41,709 |
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2,110 | Super Bass | Nicki Minaj | [Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
This one is for the boys with the boomin' system
Top down, AC with the cooler system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up
And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a mothafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip, kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kinda dude I was lookin' for
And yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin', ho
[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
I said, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy
I mean, my, my, my, my, you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh
Yes, I did, yes, I did
Somebody please tell em who the F I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up
Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up
You might also like[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Ester Dean]
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way
Can't you hear that
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that's that super bass
Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass)
Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah)
Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass)
Boom, boom, boom (Bass)
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
This one is for the boys in the polos
Entrepreneur niggas and the moguls
He could ball with the crew, he could solo
But I think I like him better when he dolo
And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on
He ain't even gotta try to put the mack on
He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look
Then the panties comin' off, off, uh
[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy
You know, I really got a thing for American guys
I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes
I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side, uh
Yes, I did, yes, I did
Somebody please tell 'em who the F I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up
Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Ester Dean]
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way
Can't you hear that
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that's that super bass
Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass)
Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah)
Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass)
Boom, boom, boom (Bass)
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo)
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
See, I need you in my life for me to stay
Know, know, know, know, know, I know you'll stay
No, no, no, no, no, don't go away, hey
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way?
Oh, it be like
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Can't you hear that
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Ester Dean]
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way
Can't you hear that
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that's that super bass
Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass)
Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah)
Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass)
Boom, boom, boom (Bass)
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo)137 | Hip-Hop | 5 | 4 | 2,011 | 1,625,531 |
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2,111 | Blow Ya Mind | Nicki Minaj | [Chorus: Danny SchofIeld]
She said her name was Nicki
She came to play and her body was sick, yeah
She kill when she walks, so sexy when she talk
Aw, you know she gonna blow ya mind
Okay, Nicki
[Post-Chorus: Safaree & Nicki Minaj]
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em, ayo)
Somebody, somebody, some, some (Get 'em, yo, yo, yo)
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em, yo, yo, ayo)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Did these niggas fall and bump their little heads?
I got 'em like, ah, which one of them I'ma dead?
'Cause when they get sick, they start to cough bread
So (Eh, eh, eh) just cough up that bread
The body look right, plus we crop heads
The Rolls Royce phantom, yep, the Drophead
And that just goes to show I'm that bitch
I twenty-six inched the rims with black lips
You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Now this is the anthem, this, this is the anthem
Now this is the anthem, this, this is the anthem
I'm in there, I'm in there, all in your in-ear
Boy, I put this pussy on your chinny, chin, chin, yeah
[Chorus: Danny SchofIeld]
She said her name was Nicki
She came to play and her body was sick, yeah
She kill when she walks, so sexy when she talk
Aw, you know she gonna blow ya mind
Okay, Nicki
[Post-Chorus: Safaree & Nicki Minaj]
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em, uh-huh)
Somebody, somebody, some, some (Get 'em, yo, yo, yo)
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em, yo, yo)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Tell that nigga not to drink no mo'
Thinkin' that he hot, he really just so-so
That's just a ridiculous mofo
Fuck I look like? (All that) Pull up in the (All black)
Suede on my (Floor mat), bad bitch (Format)
Rosé (Pour that), don't expect a (Call back)
'Cause I'm international, tell him to call me Borat
[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Now this is the anthem, this, this is the anthem
Now this is the anthem, this, this is the anthem
In-ear, in-ear, in-ear, in-ear, all in your in-ear
Boy, I put this pussy on your chinny, chin, chin, yeah
[Chorus: Danny SchofIeld]
She said her name was Nicki
She came to play and her body was sick, yeah
She kill when she walks, so sexy when she talk
Aw, you know she gonna blow ya mind
Okay, Nicki
[Post-Chorus: Safaree & Nicki Minaj]
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Fuck I look like? What the fuck I look like?
I'm a bad motherfucker, what the fuck I look like?
Fu-fu-fuck I look like? What the fuck I look like?
I'm a bad motherfucker, what the fuck I look like?
Fu-fu-fuck I look like? What the fuck I look like?
I'm a bad motherfucker, what the fuck I look like?
Fu-fu-fuck I look like? What the fuck I look like?
I'm a bad motherfucker, what the fuck I look like?
[Chorus: Danny SchofIeld]
She said her name was Nicki
She came to play and her body was sick, yeah
She kill when she walks, so sexy when she talk
Aw, you know she gonna blow ya mind
Okay, Nicki
[Post-Chorus: Safaree]
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some, some
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some, some (Get 'em)
Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)7 | Hip-Hop | 21 | 6 | 2,011 | 31,308 |
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2,112 | Muny | Nicki Minaj | [Pre-Chorus]
Oh no, we don't play with silly girls
All I know is the material girls
Give me the muny, the cars, the caseloads
The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos
[Chorus]
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny
[Verse 1]
Told y'all on Drake's shit, told y'all to fixate
Bitches want my old shit, buy my old mixtape (Oh)
I ain't fuckin' with you bum bitches no more
Always in the club lookin' like a bozo
Talkin' 'bout money, we could have a conversation
Top five tax bracket in the population
Hatin' and I know they got a reason why
I ain't gotta wonder if I want to lease or buy
And I dictate how I'm gon' piece the pie
I ain't talkin' about no mothafuckin' pizza pie
'Cause I keep a bad bitch, booty big and the waist thin
Seen his little weiner, but we don't like Nathans
Nah, homie, you gon' need a bigger cock-pit
'Cause when I fly, I be right behind the cockpit
You might also like[Break]
Ayo, Captain, ayo, Cap
I-I don't wanna hear that navigation, big pa
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to get some sleep, ya dig?
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh no, we don't play with silly girls
All I know is the material girls
Give me the muny, the cars, the caseloads
The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos
[Chorus]
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny
[Verse 2]
I'm in the UK, but just for one day
Who's to say I won't come back again?
Materialistic, I'm narcissistic
My shoe game is mean, it's so sadistic
I took the Learjet to cop some lipstick
Yeah, I'ma risk it, I'm optimistic
I sip on Rosé, you sip your Mystic
My flow's a biscuit short of a picnic
Okay, Versace Pythons, Louis aviators
Balenciagas and they gotta be the Gladiators
Chanel lambskin, vintage Vanson
I'm on the bike, doin' wheelies in a mansion
A lot of bad bitches on the pole dancin'
Gucci bag, just to put the coke cans in
[Break]
Hey, yo, Anna, hey, yo, Anna Wintour
I'ma need that cover, baby girl
It's Pink Friday, ya dig?
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh no, we don't play with silly girls
All I know is the material girls
Give me the muny, the cars, the caseloads
The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos
[Chorus]
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos
The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny
The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny
[Bridge]
Material, I’m always on that new shit
Material, this shit is exclusive
Material, material world for material girls (Girls, girls, girls)
Material, don't ever get the truth bent
Material, I could give you the blueprint
Material, material world for material girls (Girls, girls, girls)
[Outro]
Material, material, ma-ma-material
Material, material, ma-ma-material
Material, material, ma-ma-material girls (Girls, girls, girls)
Material, material, ma-ma-material
Material, material, ma-ma-material
Material, material, ma-ma-material girls10 | Hip-Hop | 21 | 6 | 2,011 | 46,570 |
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2,113 | Bet I | B.o.B | [Hook: B.o.B]
Put me on anything, still I bet I bust
Put me anywhere on the map, I bet I bust
This is what I does so, please don't gas me up
Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud
I bet I bust
I bet I bust, I bet I bust
I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust, I bet I bust
Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud
I bet I bust
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Yo, bud boys, bet I bust, that's just what I does, yes
Put me anywhere on the map with a backpack strapped, still I bet I bust
Bet I flow, bet I rip this beat, bet I feel that soul
Bet I go, bet I bench these niggas like Ray, sit down bro
Bet I know everything about this game, bet I know my role
But they know when I come to the court this is my sport, B-dot-o-B
So bet I'm gone, bet I'm on a brand new plane
Bet I'm in a whole different zone
I ain't really from this place, so I'm up all night long
Really I'm in outer space, really ain't got no home
Really I'm a saint, bet I'm blown, bet I'm thrown
Up to the sky, over the ocean
So I'll fly, wherever I'm goin'
When I'm by, bet I'm focused
If it's fire, you can bet I roll it
Matter of fact, you can bet I bust
You might also like[Hook: B.o.B]
Put me on anything, still I bet I bust
Put me anywhere on the map, I bet I bust
This is what I does so, please don't gas me up
Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud
I bet I bust
I bet I bust, I bet I bust
I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust, I bet I bust
Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud
I bet I bust
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Yeah, hey, gather round, front and center, the King finna enter
The room when the boom hit the booth, I deliver
The hottest, you probably too small to acknowledge, you
Impossible to copy like what everybody try to do
We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu
I'm fallin' hard baseline, ball through the alley-oop (bang!)
Comin' through this thing like James
In the air, off the rim I hang
Nigga, this king
Pretend you forgot my name if you wanna
I'ma come hard like a boner, don't I
Make a nigga wanna rebound, turned up all the way
We amped, two or three tramp
With 'em in the mill, same Bentley
Niggas said they do it like us, you shittin' me?
'96, '97 in Atlanta
Didn't we have more blocks than Mutombo, Dikembe?
For those who can't hold water, need new kidneys
Put 'em down under Australia, Sydney
And I'm still representin'
For the niggas on the prison yard, tuned in, listenin'
I'm back to doin' big things
A sucker lookin' for me, start in your bitch's dreams
Or twenty feet tall standin' on the big screen
Get dough, big green, my flow sickenin'; it's the King, nigga
[Hook: B.o.B]
Put me on anything, still I bet I bust
Put me anywhere on the map, I bet I bust
This is what I does so, please don't gas me up
Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud
I bet I bust
I bet I bust, I bet I bust
I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust, I bet I bust
Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud
I bet I bust
[Verse 3: Playboy Tre]
Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, nigga
Y'all don't really know Tre
Really know me, really know the streets, no
Y'all niggas really ain't G, really ain't hard
Never really served no hard, y'all be playin' that role
Talkin' that pimp shit, never really pimp shit, nah
Y'all be savin' them hoes, but I don't and I won't
I'll get a bitch anytime I want
I'm that guy, spit that fire, shake the ground every time I stomp
Beat in the trunk, cup in the air
You can talk shit but I really don't care
Man I'm in the Cadillac
Gun go rat-tat-a-tat-tat but a nigga ain't scared
From that Red Clay, east of the A
Young niggas get locked up everyday
Cops ain't shit, so I drop that shit
Have it drop on 'em, make it through the day
Grindin' for my pay, it's that nigga Tre
Bustin' like a pistol best believe it when I say that I bust
[Hook: B.o.B]
Put me on anything, still I bet I bust
Put me anywhere on the map, I bet I bust
This is what I does so, please don't gas me up
Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud
I bet I bust
I bet I bust, I bet I bust
I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust, I bet I bust
Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud
I bet I bust7 | Hip-HopRap | 20 | 4 | 2,010 | 15,879 |
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2,114 | When the Last Time | Clipse | [Intro: Pharrell]
(Get down)
Niggas and bitches (Get down)
You are now listening to (Get down)
The real (Get down)
And that would be (Get down)
Clipse, The Neptunes (Get down)
And the new label (Get, get down)
(Get down) Star Trak
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Top down, chrome spinning
You see the boss grinning, I'm loving these damn women
I let two get in, she tried to let the rest fit in
I'm like, "Nah, love, that's forbidden"
I ain't for squishing, that's a problem to the wheel well
Trust, I know them twenties real well
Now we coasting, me, two chicks and toasting
I turn up the volume, watch the bass get 'em open
Soft spoken with a wild side
I love 'em in the ride, they lovin' the ride
We was moving bodies before we hit the party
'Fore the DJ started cutting (I was already fucking)
Cinderella'd you girls, from nothing to something
Hit the parking lot, hear the club system thumping
Lose the face, you twos was great
But it's to the V.I.P., I got new moves to make (Get down)
You might also like[Chorus: Pharrell]
When the last time you heard it like this?
Smoke something, drink something, get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down)
Only if you know you live
From the club to the parking lot
How many chicks can you fit in that ride?
Put 'em up, homie (Get, get down)
[Verse 2: Malice]
Hey, it's just a day in the life
Club nights, one of the reasons I love life
Chicks be in the back tipsy
We gets in for free, "Ay, they with me"
Two stepping, you see each crew repping
Slipping on the floor, mirrors and walls is sweating
Shorty in my ear say she got a thong on
And I love how she move any time her song on
I like that, ma, you do something to me
Come this way and prove something to me
Fast or slow, she got the right moves
And I got the right dough for any date that I choose
I'm open, but nah, I don't lose focus
If the shit jump off, you know the thing that I'm toting
But I'm only here to party, y'all
Carry every weekend like it's Mardi Gras (Get down)
[Chorus: Pharrell]
When the last time you heard it like this?
Smoke something, drink something, get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down)
Only if you know you live
From the club to the parking lot
How many chicks can you fit in that ride?
Put 'em up, homie (Get, get down)
[Interlude: Pharrell]
Yo, you are now listening to the sounds
That are vibrating your speakers
Please do not be alarmed (Get, get down)
It will not hurt you at all
For it is the real
For all my real niggas and bitches (Get, get)
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
When they say, "Last call", it don't mean the night's over
It mean it's time for her to show ya
How quick she can hop out those Gucci loafers
Pin her ass to the sofa and attack the chocha
S&M chick, asked Pusha to choke her
But I thought about how rich I am and said, "No sir"
Chick was crazy, gave her crazy space
What did it, the whip appeal or my baby face?
[Verse 4: Malice]
The night's still young and I'm already leaning
Cruise through the lot on the deuce-twos gleaming
The liquor in me and I don't need a reason
Obnoxious with the women, hot tucked in the linen
I pull up, let her get in, she know from the beginning
She added to the list of them chicks that I done been in
Her head spinning and my head spinning
Mine from juice and gin and hers from neck and chin and
I'm a winner, man (Get down)
[Chorus: Pharrell]
When the last time you heard it like this?
Smoke something, drink something, get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down)
Only if you know you live
From the club to the parking lot
How many chicks can you fit in that ride?
Put 'em up, homie (Get, get down)
When the last time you heard it like this?
Smoke something, drink something, get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down)
Only if you know you live
From the club to the parking lot
How many chicks can you fit in that ride?
Put 'em up, homie (Get, get down)
[Outro: Pharrell]
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get, get down
Get down10 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 7 | 2,002 | 38,000 |
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2,115 | Universal Mind Control (UMC) | Common | [Intro: Pharrell]
Aiyyo, all they wanna do is dance
That's all they wanna do
[Verse 1: Common]
This is that automatic
I stay fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
P goes spastic, C galactic
Southside boy, we Cadillac it
Charismatic, Asiatic
I hustle for mathematics
Cameras, action, changed the status
Actor tappin' yo' favorite actress
Gucci rockin', coochies poppin'
Movie watchin', booties droppin'
Body movin', showin', provin'
Stylin' and being fly (c'mon)
I touch the masses like a Catholic
Expensive rap shit, my future's backlit
Interact with the cat who macks and stacks
My vernac' attracts y'all react; so let's go, uhh
[Hook: Pharrell]
This is that new shit, keep 'em standing in line
That universal mind control, now move yo' behind
Uh, you know you like it; it's calling yo' name
Nigga, this is that new shit, and it don't feel the same
It's got that dang da-da-dang d-dang-a-dang dang
Dang diggy dang d-dang-a-dang dang
Bop bop, d-dang d-dang diggy diggy
Bop bop, d-dang d-dang dang
See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Verse 2: Common]
Some pop, some lock, some move robotic
Like cash money I stay in pocket
U.M.C. r-r-r-rock, don't stop it
Chicks exotic, mix Hpnotiq
Superhero role boy, I'm bionic
You a fad on some level, I'm a supersonic
Girl, you 'bout it, you can strip like comic
And trance to melodic Technotronic
Beats knockin', seats droppin'
Seeds poppin', streets rockin'
Freakin', shakin, money makin'
Stylin' and being fly
I'm the one the ladies-ladies chose to
Strip and pose to, take off their clothes to
Toast to the one that go coast to coast to
Mr. Global, the focal, let's go, uhh
[Hook: Pharrell]
This is that new shit, keep 'em standing in line
That universal mind control, now move yo' behind
Uh, you know you like it; it's calling yo' name
Nigga, this is that new shit, and it don't feel the same
It's got that dang da-da-dang d-dang-a-dang dang
Dang diggy dang d-dang-a-dang dang
Bop bop, d-dang d-dang diggy diggy
Bop bop, d-dang d-dang dang
[Verse 3: Common]
I am a renegade, I never been afraid
Fresh and I'm get-tin paid
The future future of this age!
From the Chi so I talk this way
Twist the hay and the Grand Marnier
Rock the fly shit like every day
To the top and I'm on my way, let's go, uhh
[Hook: Pharrell]
This is that new shit, keep 'em standing in line
That universal, mind control now move yo' behind
Uh, you know you like it; it's calling yo' name
Nigga, this is that new shit, and it don't feel the same
It's got that dang da-da-dang d-dang-a-dang dang
Dang diggy dang d-dang-a-dang dang
Bop bop, d-dang d-dang diggy diggy
Bop bop, d-dang d-dang dang10 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 7 | 2,008 | 12,725 |
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2,118 | Slow Ya Roll | Young Buck | [Verse 1: Young Buck]
Let me take you back to high school, '94
When at least when a nigga had time to go
Walk to the bus stop, selling rocks on the way
Little bad motherfucker with a pocket full of yay
Fell in love with a shorty that was bad
I would go and skip class just so I could see that ass
But she was too fast, and I was too slow
'Cause she wanted a nigga who already had dough
She found her a man who was like 24
But what she didn't know that he had plenty hoes
She was too young, so now he got a new one
'Cause shorty went and bought her a new gun
See when she catch this nigga she gon' do something
Not fight, but shorty gon' shoot something
But she never got a chance, a change of plans
Shot herself in the back putting the gun in her pants
[Chorus: Young Buck {with Chester Bennington}]
Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga
{Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga
Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down
{Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down
You might also like[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I got a graveyard tatted on my arm
So I'ma just start with my uncle William Hahn
My momma only brother, he served in the Navy
He lost his life because the war made him crazy
My nephew Shannon, 15 years old
When I think how he died I get real cold
'Cause they found him in a field with some crack stones
There was no flesh, it was just bones
I was just home, with my cousin Craig
And then I got a phone call said they found him dead
So what's next, ain't went to Bizz funeral yet
Instead of one casket I need two of them shits
It don't quit, just when you think I'm seeing better days
My auntie just find that she got AIDS
And it's fucked up, 'cause her life don't end
And she locked up, so she dying in the pen', damn
[Chorus: Young Buck {with Chester Bennington}]
Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga
{Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga
Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down
{Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down
[Refrain: Chester Bennington]
This can't be life, we're living
'Cause I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no morrrrrre
This can't be life, we're living
'Cause I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no morrrrrre
This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't want it no morrrrrre, no morrrrrre
This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't want it no morrrrrre
No mooooooo-ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrre!!!!!!!!
[Chorus: Young Buck {with Chester Bennington}]
Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga
{Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga
Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down
{Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down8 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 3 | 2,007 | 6,291 |
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2,119 | Mad Bars | Chris Webby | Yeah, this shit right here is for all the haters
Alright, everybody sayin', "Yo dude, you can't spit."
And I'm like, I'm like, "Yo fuck that I can spit!"
Ha. So uh, let me just lay down mad bars
Yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I'll spit a whole bunch of bars, re-roll up cigars
I am greater than the rest Supernova, the stars
You're just the common cold I am SARS
I do not spar, every single blow will hit hard
And I know what you are and hm, you're not me
Outdo you in anything bitch, just watch me
Drop shit on any topic, hotness
Then swap spit with hot chicks and get my cock licked
I'm a rot pit mixed with a little bijon
Hugh Hef in the flesh, Stay rollin' with three blondes
So don't hate this, I can't help that I'm great bitch
I spit a rhyme and then I'm outtie, Like an A6
I make hits and I hit the marijuana
Then beat the shit out of Rihanna just because I wanna
Haha, Nah, I ain't Chris Brown, I am Chris Web
CT is listenin' to everything this kid says
The only time I get bread's at a meal
Before my main course, god damn I need a deal
I'm broke out on bail and I'm livin' with my parents
But I spit, and got these high school girls starin'
Darin' to be different, apparently it's rhythm
That's keepin' me goin' every moment that Webby be spittin'
Spittin' like I got a loogie stuck in my throat
But fuck it I'm dope, the ring leader's runnin' the show
So ring around the rosie with a pocket full of OC's
Pop 'em all at once and OD
Oh me! Oh my! So high! I don't even want to land
Contraband in my waistband, rip it cause I can
Half man, Half ninja turtle
Half a fuckin' head case
If I don't make it on the mic I'll make a sex tape
Me, Kim Kardashian, and Paris in a three way
Burn it right to disk and make a million off of Ebay
I got true blood runnin' in my veins
Sharper than a vampire's fangs
Bang! Sneeze a lightnin' bolt, cause I'm always spittin' thunder
Runnin' shit like Ari, cause drama like Vince's brother
Smoother than butter with a pocket full of rubbers
And skills that'll make your girl s-s-s-s-stutter
Back up in this m-motherf-fucker with a vengeance
Make 'em pause like they got a comma in their sentence
You can tell I'm the shit as soon as I hit the entrance
Fuck the shampoo, we that rollin' that Herbal Essence
Cause I'm great like Alexander
Two Poke balls hangin', spit flames like Charmander
And I got your chick wetter than a Blastoise
She said I'm sexy and she love my raspy ass voice
I'll turn the stage into a slaughter house, ask Royce
Fuckin' with Webby is just a bad choice!
I'm a mothafuckin' goblin man
Get the cable vision rhythm, rippin' on demand
You can see me with the mic on my sonogram
The doc was like "hm, I think we've got a problem ma'am"
Had a rattle in my right hand, dutchie in the other kid
Diaper on my ass, thirty rack up in the fuckin' crib
Had 'em sayin' "what the fuck is up?"
Cause all I do is fill up cups and puff a dutch
Rollin' with a crew of giants like Justin Tuck
So if you really wanna step, better muscle up
Cause I really got to show 'em when enough's enough
Cause now these rappers trying to bite me like Scruff McGruff
Gotta get these damn dogs euthanized
I am back ill as can be, and super-sized
Like Star Fox, I am truly fly
Can't do what I do, excuse you I
Be runnin' shit with my manager younger than me
And I'm young as fuck, and still nobody fuckin' with me
I am in A&R's wet dream ready for the shit
Cause the games a fuckin' rap when they let Webby in this bitch
Because the game's a fucking rap
When they let Webby in this bitch. [x2]
Yeah, you know, mad bars
Maaaad bars
Spit straight on any mixtape
I'm ill, yeah, whatYou might also like | Hip-Hop | null | null | null | 5,156 |
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2,121 | Miami 2 Ibiza | Swedish House Mafia | [Verse 1]
She said she likes my watch, but she wants Steve's AP
And she stay up all hours watching QVC
She said she loves my songs, she bought my MP3
And so I put her number in my Bold BB
I got a black BM, she got a white TT
She wanna see what's hiding in my CK briefs
I tell her, "Wear suspenders and some PVC"
And then I'll film it all up on my JVC
[Chorus]
Scene one
Everybody get in your positions
Pay attention
And listen
We're tryna get this all in one take
So let's try to make that happen
Take one
Action
[Verse 2]
She pose for FHM, she like my black LV
We spilling LPR up on my APC
I'm in my PRPS and my Nike SB's
Raving with SHM, London to NYC
I got my visa and my Visa, a diva and her dealer
Bitch, I'm up on the guest list with the Swedish House Mafia
You can find me on a table full of vodka and tequila
Surrounded by some bunnies and it ain't fucking Easter
I'll wake up in the morning with a mild case of amnesia
With a girl that like a girl like Lindsay Lo and Queen Latifah
If you niggas are balling, then boy, I must be FIFA
And that's standard procedure from Miami to Ibiza
See Swedish House Mafia LiveGet tickets as low as $35You might also like[Outro]
Yeah
From Miami to Ibiza
Yeah
From Miami to Ibiza18 | Dance | 3 | 10 | 2,010 | 100,151 |
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2,124 | Bottoms Up (Remix 1) | Trey Songz | [Intro]
Yeah
Oh oh it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Oh oh it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl oh oh
Let's go
[Hook: Trey Songz]
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Everybody know that when I step up in the building
And I'm doing what I'm doing I be crowding up the block
Comin' up and killing em and fuckin' up the building
Get into the bar buy a couple bottles of Ciroc
Bottles of the 'Tron bottles of the Grand Marnier
Couple bottles of the 'Yac bottles of the Rosé
Throw another couple shots back throw another rack
Bring another couple of the models (OK-K)
Get another drink let the waiter know
'Till every single bottle finished spend a lot of dough
I don’t even know what I'm about to go and drink next
Gotta make a choice eenie meenie miney mo
Now we sip a little don Julio shawty
Ass big you could hide up in that booty hole
Pop pop get it get it money when you know you finished
I'm about to give it to ya in the studio
Now we in the cut better put your bottle up
Mommy got a little strut (baby baby)
Pour a little in the cup get your little bottom up
You can get up in the truck (maybe maybe)
Let me come in then I give it to ya raw
Baby girl go ahead wiggle to the floor
We bang 'till you can't take it anymore
While a nigga drunk everybody fall on the floor
King Kong with it y'all know when I come through
Imma give it to you niggas that are hatin'
Imma -- evaporate everything around me
See the way I do it how the kid disintegrated
When I'mma do it I'mma neva neva do it wrong
And I hit you with the bang and I hit you with the bong
Back murderin' another track, every nigga better black
While I hit ya with another Trey song
See Trey Songz LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
My vision's blurred, my words slurred
Its jam packed, a million girls
And I ain't tryin to leave though
We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero
Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side
[Hook: Trey Songz]
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, could I get that 'Tron?
Could I get that Remmy?
Could I get that Coke?
Could I get that Henny?
Could I get that margarita on the rock rock rocks?
Could I get that salt all around that rim rim rim rim?
Trey? I was like "Yo, Trey?"
Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rose'?
Okay, lets get it now
I'm with a bad bitch he's with his friends
I don't say "Hi", I say "Keys to the Benz"
Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz!
Muhfuckin right yeah, weed to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute I'mma stomp her
Throw a lotta money at her then yell fucka, fucka, fucka
Then yell fucka
Then I'mma go get my Louisville Slugger
Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady
I rep Young Money
You know Slim, Baby?
And we be doin' donuts while we wavin' the .380
We give a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin all around the world
Do you hear me? Do you like my body?
Anna Nicki
Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, you're so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my dosage
[Hook: Trey Songz]2 | RBSoul | null | null | null | 35,312 |
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2,125 | Hi-Life | UGK | [Intro: Smoke D]
Dawg, it's real up in here
Niggas will kill you if you fuck up
You know what I'm saying?
They shoot all kinds of game
I'm just thankful the lord blessed me that I can see it a hundred miles away
You know
[Chorus]
High life
We living that high life
High life (High life, mmm)
We living that high life, mmm
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm tired of living fucked up, tired of living bad
Tired of hearing grandmama telling me
"When you gonna go to church, Chad?"
Now I'm tryna live up to the image that she would want to see
But I got one foot in the street
And every week I flip a ki
I never wanted to be a G but niggas depend on me
It ain't safe to hit I-10 so niggas fear wit' me
And all the niggas that I went to school wit'
Got cool wit', went to fool wit'
Out there sellin' that white shit
Pushing cocaine, niggas' whole existence
Dependent on the game
What ya want me to do? It's like somebody cut my throat
Got twenty-thousand dollars trying to turn it to a hundred
And ain't nobody got no dough
So niggas tend to smoke, bad habits do exist
And this bitch think that she can ease my mind by sucking my dick
Bitch, maybe for a minute but that shit never lasts
It's 1996, niggas is dying from laying on some ass
First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
And you be wonderin' why young niggas out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell y'all I wore a rubber every time
But if I told you that, nigga, you know that I be lying
And I've been fucking pussy since the tender age of nine
It's getting to be a full-time job just trying to stay alive
And crackers tend to smirk
Offended by the weed smoke coming off my shirt
But still I put in work and front for my folks
'Cause where I come from, nigga, family just ain't no joke
Now D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
But what about Baby Doe? Some say that nigga's selling dope
And you know I ain't lying, that's just how family talk
But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork?
And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved
Most preachers just false prophets fucking hoes and getting paid
I'm looking for the
You might also like[Chorus]
High life (High life)
We living that high life
High life (High life, mmm)
We living that high life, mmm
[Verse 2: Bun B]
You only got one life to live, that's all they give us to do it
You can bullshit your way through it
Or stay true, it can be complicated 'cause niggas be gettin' shot in the cross
People and names get lost, the feeble and lame get tossed
Streets'll eat your ass alive
Take your possessions with pistols, bare hands and knives
And nobody's surprised if somebody don't survive the dusk to see dawn
It's treacherous how we was left here to just die on these streets that we be on
Motherfuckers sleeping on them corners that you pee on
Probably 'cause society felt they didn't belong
Now who in the fuck made it this way for us?
Got all these little niggas selling that yay
Because it ain't like they make higher levels gainable
And that quote piece of American pie just ain't attainable
So how can I sustain a full life before death?
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self
Now come on, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham?
Living off of ramen noodles, beef jerky and spam
Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
All I can see in front of me is up for grabs, come off your slab
'Cause poverty'll push a nigga over the brink
Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge
And so instead of being without, I'm hustling
Trying to get through these ungodly days
Thinking of ways to get the fuck outta this maze
A man'll commit a crime 'cause a fucking crime pays
I'm going through a phase you don't grow out
Until you a reason a motherfucker gots to po' out
His .40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind
But still sometimes he don't know why
He walking around just hoping he get one more try to make it
It's bullshit he going through, but yo, he gots to take it
You can't fake it, to get the high life
[Chorus]
High life (High life)
We living that high life
High life (High life)
We living that high life, mmm (High life)
High life
We living that high life
High life (High life)
We living that high life
High life
We livin' that high life (High life)
High life (High life, mmm)
We livin' that high life | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 7 | 1,996 | 36,540 |
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2,126 | The Run Down | Lupe Fiasco | [Girl Talking]
Just give them a lil' run down man
I mean it's a lot it's a lot people
Who hear a lot of stuff in the streets about you
Give them a little run down
[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Uh F&F Up..(Oh)
Yeah (Uh)
I'm in rare form man
(haha...westside)
Yeah..Madison born man
Yeah...Uh huh Gemini Up
Yeah...Uh huh Shayla G Up
Yeah...Uh huh Pro Up
Yeah...Uh huh Chilly Mac
What!
[Verse: Lupe Fiasco]
Career crookin' (Yeah catch him)
Watch me Watts, come here Brooklyn
Follow me Houston, see what I'm 'bout
Really South Philly Bank Head keep looking
Uh...You feel me I'm a product of pushing
That was red off whooping pull switches off trees
Pull of the leaves like she loves me...not
It's hot I couldn't tie a shoe
Move slow like Tai-Chi
Down the block, come kick it with me like Kung Fu
Where I hung like noose, they call me young bruce
I cop Jordans pull chickens with these
Please was not odd to work at pa-pa
Though I came with a biscuit
Just tryin' a make a mill
I brang in the bidness
Flow like chuch, pulpitted with ease
Pivot and pull from the lines like threes
Gain a better understanding
I'm just tryin' a make it real
Like a fisherman, pon da river fam
I'm pon my bank, deposit my thoughts
Till my mind draws a blank
And I withdraw from checking
I'll leave that with y'all for a second
Give you a minute to let it sink
Didn't I advise baptize?
For them dead presidents, I'll tie a bomb to your brakes
And burn money faster than you learn you ain't even conserve money
Gave you a second now I return hungry
Period young blood, I return monthly
To bogart like humphrey
Stern, gully, seldom, stumble
Welcome to the jungle like FernGully
Man it's gorillas here
Takes a village to raise a villain here
And you might have to raise his bail
Tryin' a free the whole cartel
I need to raise a million hereYou might also like | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,005 | null |
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2,127 | Love Me Not | J. Cole | [Chorus]
It's like she loves me
She loves me
And then she loves me not
She loves me not
Feel like she loves me
She loves me
And then she loves me not
She loves me not
Then she loves me not
[Verse 1]
Hey, I know that this ain't nothing that you used to
Out of the ordinary, unusual
I know you had your whole life planned out
So to watch this pan out I know this shit gotta confuse you
I know you wonder why I had to choose you
Don't wanna take you for granted or abuse you
So I’ma keep it honest
I think it’s a little ironic
If I hit another chick its gonna bruise you
Shit, staring out the window of this plane
Thinking if it crash, I’ll never see your ass again
Wouldn't that be a shame
Cause look at all the shit we overcame
Made it through the flame and never got cremated
I made it to the fame and never got too jaded
All them other couples we fuck with, secretly hated
Flash forward it’s been years, we the only ones that made it
Shit, remember I was straying from home
And "Where I Wanna Be" was my favorite song
Sometimes I still be on my Donell Jones
But I just can’t leave you alone
You might also like[Chorus]
It's like she loves me
She loves me
And then she loves me not
She loves me not
Feel like she loves me
She loves me
And then she loves me not
She loves me not
Then she loves me not
[Verse 2]
She know me like a book, its too easy to read my ass
Unhappy stressed, yelling don’t mislead my ass
I mean I make it so easy to please my ass
The shoe was on the other foot and you would leave my ass
True that
My song all on the radio, Who Dat
Am I so far gone, used to see both sides like the Mohawk on
Now I know you wonder why this phone lock on
All this time that I’ve been with ya you ain't used to do that
I loved your ass way before I knew you could rap
The way you breaking my heart I should sue you for that
Call up my uncles and my cousins have them do you for that
We had a deal you ain't keeping up your end of the shit
In my mind I know she get the short end of the stick
Try to justify it thinking, man we finna be rich
Some bad bitch I barely know sending me flicks
[Chorus]
It's like she loves me
She loves me
And then she loves me not
She loves me not
Feel like she loves me
She loves me
And then she loves me not
She loves me not
Then she loves me not15 | Hip-HopRap | 12 | 11 | 2,010 | 148,491 |
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2,128 | Nothing Lasts Forever | Nas | [Intro]
A lot of times it seems like you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life
But, yo, yo, if you got a plan, believe me, you gon' get there
You gon' get everything you ever wanted, baby
That's my word
Trust
[Verse 1]
My niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tourin'
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferraris with navigational screens
Guide us through your hood and any locality, then back to Queens
Piped out seats, Oakwood MB cord speakers
Bumpin' out old shit
That made me think of Old Easters '86 in a Le Tigre short sleeves
Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up
From Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt
100 niggas rush the door with Queensbridge tournament shirts
Back then, nobody wore a vest
Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test
Get your Pumas took, come home barefoot, wylin'
Look at the chain I snatched with the medallion worth a thousand
Cops rushed, the God done made it home smilin'
Half of the crew? Prob'ly on the island
Project call play puff ball the hoop was made out of a hanger
Playin' corners, stick the elevator never thought
Project life would promise nothin' but to die trife
For steppin' on the next man's Nikes, my motto: look for tomorrow
Today is yesterday look at the hood now, I'm mad that it turned out that way
Gats spray, these shorties is killers
The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller
And they look at me like I'm on the outside lookin' in
Like 'who's you?' when I cruise through
I call shorty took him in watch your friends, get ends
Be clever, realize that today's the first day that begins forever
You might also like[Chorus]
Everything will eventually come to an end
So try to savor the moment, 'cause time flies, don't it?
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
'Cause nothin' lasts forever, ya know? Yo
Everything will eventually come to an end
So try to savor the moment, 'cause time flies, don't it?
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
'Cause nothin' lasts forever (Yo)
[Verse 2]
Nice cars, livin' like a star, club-hoppin'
Poppin' bottles at the bar, love shoppin'
Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs
One for your wife, one for your freak
Silver-spurs Rolls Royce, too good to be true, houses worth 2.2
Pool parties, beautiful view
You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style, baggy jeans style
Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile
Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses
Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin'
Thinkin', "Damn, wish my niggas could afford this"
On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless
Talkin' to lawyers, accountants, investments
Money doubles, triples, protect it: hard work you manifested
Worries of failure, when you buried is your familia
Gon' keep your name prosperin' to the maximum?
You should live, there's only one life, that's the physical
Rich or poor or in jail, why the fuck should you be miserable?
Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin'
Love could have your heartbeat skippin', thugs turn to religion
The bitch you love could start to hate you
The shit you used to do escape you
Things that make you laugh represent the past
Reminisce the block, gamble Gs on the floor
Niggas use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more
Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
Turned 'em into shopping malls, the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real
[Chorus]
Everything must eventually come to an end
So try to savor your moments, 'cause time flies, don't it?
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
'Cause nothin' lasts forever, ya know?
Everything will eventually come to an end
So try to savor your moments, 'cause time flies, don't it?
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
[Outro]
Ya know? Ya know? Nothin' lasts forever, ya know?
Let it go, let it go6 | Hip-Hop | 23 | 9 | 2,002 | 35,001 |
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