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2,129 | Amityville | Eminem | [Intro: Eminem]
(Kill, kill, kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum... dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da
(Kill, kill, kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum... dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm
(Kill, kill, kill)
[Chorus: Eminem]
He's mentally ill from Amityville
He'll accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will
He's mentally ill from Amityville
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit
Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin 'til my chin's full of splashed whiskers
Hash, whiskey, and ash 'til I slap bitches
Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past six years
Mash with me again and imagine this
[Chorus: Eminem]
He's mentally ill from Amityville
He'll accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will
He's mentally ill from Amityville
He's mentally ill from Amityville
He'll accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will
He's mentally ill from Amityville
You might also like[Verse 2: Bizarre & Eminem]
I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat
Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope
My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
And bitches know me as a horny-ass freak
Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her pussy while she was sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin' up in the urinal
(You fuckin' homo!) That's what I said at my dad's funeral
[Chorus: Eminem]
He's mentally ill from Amityville
He'll accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will
He's mentally ill from Amityville
He's mentally ill from Amityville
He'll accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will
He's mentally ill from Amityville
[Verse 3: Eminem]
That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin' idiots still (Still)
That's why the first motherfucker poppin' some shit, he gets killed (Killed)
That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville (Ville)
You can get capped after just havin' a cavity filled (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
That's why we're crowned the murder capital still (Still)
This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin' Hamburger Hill (Hill)
We don't do drive-bys, we park in front of houses and shoot (Shoot)
And when the police come we fuckin' shoot it out with 'em too (Too)
That's the mentality here (Here), that's the reality here (Here)
Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here? (Huh?)
While I'm holdin' a pistol with this many calibers here? (Here)
Plus a registration that just made this shit valid this year? (Year)
'Cause once I snap, I can't be held accountable for my actions
That's when accidents happen (Happen), when a thousand bullets come at your house
And collapse the foundation around you and they found you
And your family in it; goddammit, he meant it when he told you
[Chorus: Eminem]
He's mentally ill from Amityville
He'll accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will
He's mentally ill from Amityville
He's mentally ill from Amityville
He'll accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will
He's mentally ill from Amityville
[Outro: Eminem]
Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da
Dum53 | Rap | 23 | 5 | 2,000 | 281,572 |
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2,133 | Home for the Holidays | J. Cole | [Produced By J. Cole]
[Verse 1]
Hey, this is the story of a youngin dreamin'
Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin’
Big city on his own shit
But every now and then a nigga get homesick
Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling me, be warned
A lot of shit done changed in the time that you’ve been gone
Streets got meaner, the hoes got growner
And went and got babies the day they got they diplomas
Damn, gon’ be some niggas missing when you fly back
If you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq
Old buddy that we hoop with, with the bad chick and a fly 'lac
And a gold chain? Caught him on the Merc, tryna buy crack
Damn homie! Shit, in high school you was the man homie
The fuck happened to you?
Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school
Now you looking like a motherfucking fool
[Chorus]
Said I’ll be home for the holidays
So when you see me, better holla at me
I gotta get up out this city ‘fore it try to trap me
I gotta leave, I wish I could stay
But I’ll be home for the holidays
And to those that I used to know
From way before, keep your head up
Come let's get this bread up
Girl, I gotta go, I wish I could stay
But I’m coming home for the holidays
You might also like[Verse 2]
Hey, this is a story bout some puppy love
But at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love
Although now I'm on my grown shit
She bad as hell, a nigga still get home sick
I was fresh up off a scholarship
Dressed like a black man in college shit
Got a little knowledge now I’m following the politics
But I still gotta holla at my old chick
So sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it’s me
She said “what, we ain't homies no more”
You go to college now you act like you don’t know me no more
Girl please, we got history, semester seem so long
The last time I seen ya baby you ain't have no clothes on
So if history repeats itself
When I get home, girl it's on, you ain't gon' need ya belt
Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind
Just don’t give it up in the meantime
[Chorus]
Said I’ll be home for the holidays
So when you see me, better holla at me
I gotta get up out this city ‘fore it try to trap me
I gotta leave, I wish I could stay
But I’ll be home for the holidays
And to those that I used to know
From way before, keep your head up
Come let's get this bread up
Girl, I gotta go, I wish I could stay
But I’m coming home for the holidays
[Verse 3]
Man I reminisce on them school days
I know you know them act a fool days
That missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed
Trying to get laid so I gotta stay fly
But a nigga hella shy you would have thought that's where the Bulls play
Was just a freshman could used a little Kool-aid (cool aid)
Crushing on them upper classmen but it was too late
Buddy she was dating, yeah, he had the freshest shoes
But the nigga graduated and he never made two A’s
Hey if you’re listening, we got in school
But who will pay our tuition man?
These niggas crazy
One year cost about same as a Mercedes (benz)
Four years cost wife, crib, and a baby
Ay maybe this ain't for me
Only if I could be LeBron and go straight to league
The worst part of growing up man: shit just ain't for free
Maybe I can be somebody people pay to see
And maybe I should move up out here to the place to be
To get from A to Z, aye what you think I'm crazy
If I told you one day that I'ma sign with Jay-Z
And will I make it man I guess we gotta wait and see
[Chorus]
Said I’ll be home for the holidays
So when you see me, better holla at me
I gotta get up out this city ‘fore it try to trap me
I gotta leave, I wish I could stay
But I’ll be home for the holidays
And to those that I used to know
From way before, keep your head up
Come let's get this bread up
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay
But I’m coming home for the holidays6 | Hip-HopRap | 12 | 11 | 2,010 | 101,935 |
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2,135 | Bridge | Jean Grae | [Hook - MeLa Machinko]
See I can be the bridge that takes you home
Or I can be he wind that makes you moan
Depending how you treat me baby
See I can be the beacon, brings you light
Or I can be blacker, colder than midnight
So how you gonna see me baby
Now either you can go on and choose me
Or baby you're gon' go on and lose me
Cause I can be, I can be, I can be, I can be
I can be, I can be, I can be, I can be
[Verse 1 - Jean Grae]
If I could be blatant with, well, what I gotta say about you and I is
What I gotta do to not see it Kevin Smith way
You know, View Askew, babe
Give it to me straighter than a hetero, I'll pay for petrol
We can go riding through the metro (polis)
Put it together because separate causes, misunderstanding, watch
Metropolis
That's like us, see together we marvelous
Hard as the city of the concrete gardens
Split it up, inserts the margins, you get confusion, the words lose purpose
The mark and the target, the arc and the aim like a dart just miss position
If I can explain the way we need to go and where we gonna go, I can do it just like this
Listen
I guess this is the infamous, "What is this really?" conversation
Man I hate as a miss is this it's me bringing it up
Predictable dating
But you won't, I've been waiting
I wouldn't bother, wouldn't have the patience
It would be the aphid in the room, wasted breath, but I think you're amazing
That being said... (dot, dot, dot)
Love the way the bed rock non-stop
Love the time we spend, chill, eat, shop
Even iller the days we pretend we wanna be at our own spots
But then you knock, knock, knock
But yet still not confirming lock
I need to know or else just get dropped
Get canned, get blocked
Got plans, or not?
You might also like[Hook - Jean Grae]
[Verse 2 - Jean Grae]
The way you think is appealing I
Like the feeling of thinking of you
Like to know that you're thinking of me
Like the feeling of being us, two
Might reveal how I'm feeling too much
Might be feeling the fear, we do rush
Fight the feeling to flee, to lose us
Type to reel in the scenes and lose trust
Slice the dealings and leave, abuse lust
Cuts and bruises, I see you lose love
But you chose to redeem it, who does?
Fuck the blues and the demons, choose one
Human to humor cupid with some "cue in the music cupid shit"
Come
Lose the race in the shoes that you run
Fuse the pace of the two into one
[Hook - Jean Grae] | RBSoul | null | null | null | null |
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2,138 | Where I’m At | Lloyd Banks | [Intro: Eminem]
Yeah, you got me
I’m up now, it’s your loss
Must suck to be you
[Break: Eminem]
History is like a quarter-note delay
It keeps repeating itself, and what else can I say?
You wondering why I act this way
I never should've gave you the time of day
Guess you know what time it is now, eh?
[Verse 1: Eminem]
There must've been a gust of wind
‘Cause you change your mind every time it blows
And you just changed it a-motherfuckin'-gain
You just said you just wanted some dick 'fore I stuck it in
I wouldn't have been such a prick to you, fuckin' men
You say you don't trust 'em
Why do I hear the sound of toilets flushin'?
Some shit is goin' down
You must've just not been truthful from the start
See for me it’d be nothin' to say you never had my heart
But I’d be lyin'
Fuckin' see why they call this bullshit a relationship: ships sink
And you know it's love as soon as you fall in it ‘cause shit stinks
And it feels like every time I fuckin' do I get jinxed
Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks
Have went by and we only spoke twice
I’m sittin' in your driveway, callin' you from the car, suffice
I think it's safe to say you’re not at home
I’m callin' your cell phone
You answer but I can tell though that you're not alone
How was I to know?
It should've been time to go a long time ago
I kept holdin' on, it's comical
When I think back now why I couldn't get the hint
And feel the draft you were throwin', I wasn't catchin' your drift
But there's a cold breeze blowin' over me, I'm over you
Success is the best revenge to pay you back
And that payment is overdue
I overcame odds to get even
The sober me is shittin' all over the un-sober you
And I hope they play this in every club that you're goin' to
I’m hauntin' you, bitch, everywhere you turn I'm followin' you
‘Cause I loved you with every ounce of me, you know it's true
It's killin' you now, yeah, I hope the ho dies slow in you
It's ‘cause of you now I don’t trust ‘em at all, fuck 'em!
Middle finger up, I’m gon' just keep grabbin' my balls, cup 'em
I’ll never fall again, I trip on stairs, I fall up 'em
So, buttercup, don't try to come back knockin' on my door all dolled up
You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
‘Cause I’m movin' on, don’t worry about me
‘Cause I’m gon' be just fine without you, you’ll see
There ain't no one on this Earth right now I’d much rather be
‘Cause, goddamn it, I’m glad that I’m me
[Chorus: Eminem]
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)
You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you)
If you felt the way I feel, I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t ‘cause you just feel like you
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)
You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you)
If you felt the way I feel, I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t ‘cause you just feel like you
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I’ve had it for the last time
Your actions got me hot as my last rhyme
Your options are leave or put out, granted, your ass fine
Fine just ain't gon' cut it
Drama is what you’re in love with
You and them bitches you run with
Lately I’m feelin' smothered
You snooped around for dirt to be uncovered
Conceited with cover girl motives, I gotta rise above it
You thinkin' about who's lovin' me, I’m thinkin' about who doesn’t
Doesn’t really matter what you say, sickness in my stomach
Told you I was gon' be splittin', you don’t think I mean it?
Left you with everything I got, fuck you! Ain’t no secret
No apologies, you keep it
Now that I’m doin' my thing and you peep it
The badder times all outweigh the recent
Your energy, who needs it?
Every rumor you hear, you go believe it
Point out the times you’ve seen it
You stabbed me, should have leaned it
Revenge is mine, I need it, need a way out
It’s my fuckin' life, let her find a way to stay out
Bet you thought I’d break, it ain't that easy
Bet you thought I'd need you a million times before you need me
Leave me everything that I gave to you
Ain't no freebies, get your coat and go
The female Pinocchio, money-hungry hopeless ho
You fuckin' with my focus so
Go back to that chump that played the role befo'
Love is like a cancer when you don’t let go
I’ma blow fo' sho'
Unnecessary weight makes the boat go slow
I don’t need you sinkin' us, hope you float
Lyin' through my teeth, I hope you don’t
(Drown, drown!) Not a sound out her be dope
Bottles pop out while he smoke
Hate we met, proud that we broke
Let them girls crowdin' me go
If they got somethin' to show, let 'em show me
I don't love 'em, never lonely, never even left a scar
You fell hard, I’m laughin', ha ha ha ha ha
Tire smoke fancy car, nothin' is what we are
No beginnin', no tomorrow
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks, Eminem & Both]
‘Cause I’m movin' on, don’t worry about me
‘Cause I’m gon' be aight without you, you’ll see
There ain't no one on this Earth right now I’d much rather be
‘Cause, goddamn it, I’m glad that I’m me
[Chorus: Eminem]
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)
You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t, ‘cause you just feel like you
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)
You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t, ‘cause you just feel like you
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)35 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 158,539 |
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2,144 | Welcome to the World | T.I. | [Intro: T.I.]
Yeah, ay 'Ye
Why don’t you let me welcome these niggas
To the world they ain't welcome to, you understand?
It bring me great pleasure to welcome the real and banish the fake
No bigmouthed hoe caked fag bait ass niggas allowed
But to everybody else
[Chorus: Kanye West & T.I.]
I would like to welcome (you) to the world of (world of)
Fast money, fast cars
Big diamond rings, teeth, chains and the girls of (girls of)
Fake smiles, broken hearts
And if you looking (what) for your real love (well)
You won't find it here
If you looking (what) for your real love (who)
Well goodnight my dear
[Bridge: Kid Cudi]
Oooh, if you looking for real love
Don’t come around here
Oooh, if you looking for real love
It ain't here my dear
Mmm mmmm, move on
[Verse 1: T.I.]
It’s my pleasure to welcome you to the world of
Fast money, flashy cars, big guns
Undone, threw away for the love of
The game, I don't need a chain or the fame, still shine
Spend time with the girls of
Fake smiles, broken hearts trying hard in the club
Looking for her real love
You won’t find it here
All I got is hard dick and conversation for you
I was just high, even lying when I say I love you
My mind saying it were both, I just wanna fuck you, her too
Blowing lyle, smelling like a bubba kush perfume
She coming home with me, she finna meet her doom
She ain't saying I’m the greatest finna change her tune
The coldest and the hottest call me December, June
Deliver euphoria straight to your room
I hit that ass and away, I zoom
Make it rain nonstop call me Young Typhoon
Top spot already filled up no room
Thought I would put some paper and your purse so soon?
Well wrong she is and mistaken she was
Tip broke, never heard no such thing of
I’ll fuck you up, don’t touch me cause
Just trust me bruh, It must be
Li-li-li-living my dreams, don't wake me up
Yo-yo-you fake it till you make it, must suck
All th-th-th-the haters hate us for the flav of the paper
Th-th-that's why I can't love my neighbors
Da-da-da-da-dangerous, stomp, kick, cut you
If you ain't welcome in my world bitch fuck you
Da-da-da-da-dangerous, stomp, kick, cut you
You ain't welcome in my world bitch fuck you
See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & T.I.]
I would like to welcome (you) to the world of (world of)
Fast money, fast cars
Big diamond rings, teeth, chains and the girls of (girls of)
Fake smiles, broken hearts
And if you looking (what) for your real love (well)
You won't find it here
If you looking (what) for your real love (who)
Well goodnight my dear
[Bridge: Kid Cudi]
Oooh, if you looking for real love
Don’t come around here
Oooh, if you looking for real love
It ain't here my dear
Mmm mmmm, move on
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I would like to welcome you to the world of
Fake bitches, no love
What the fuck you take me for? Show love
I hate haters in the club
You must not really know where I come from
Exactly where my heart
Or you would never, never, never!
Uhh, where do I start?
People ask me shit about Illuminati
First off, fuck that mean?!
He loved Jesus when he he he was worse off, oh I see
When they, think a nigga is, stupid rich
People just start coming up with stupid shit
Man, shit I could never predict
Hold up, let me hit you with this
Rolling in a Bugatti with fo’ chains is some foolishness
Yea yea yea, that’d be the shit
They’d rather see a nigga locked up, why? For stupid shit
Look how they did my nigga Tip
Soon as Wayne get out, Tip go in
Wonder why the nigga wanna make the clip go in
Wonder why it so hard when it get going
Hold ya head, my niggas the system is
Made to make niggas fall, made to make niggas fail, uhh
Especially if you ball, they don’t take niggas well
Hell nah, you can't come through flying
In a, in a Bentley shining
I’m in the back, backseat driving
Screaming on a nigga like I’m actually driving
[Chorus: Kanye West & T.I.]
I would like to welcome (you) to the world of (world of)
Fast money, fast cars
Big diamond rings, teeth, chains and the girls of (girls of)
Fake smiles, broken hearts
And if you looking (what) for your real love (well)
You won't find it here
If you looking (what) for your real love (who)
Well goodnight my dear
[Bridge: Kid Cudi]
Oooh, if you looking for real love
Don’t come around here
Oooh, if you looking for real love
It ain't here my dear
Mmm mmmm, move on4 | Hip-HopRap | 7 | 12 | 2,010 | 68,189 |
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2,146 | I’m Just Raw | Lyrics Born | [Intro]
Born)
And he is, as they say, wild and crazy
As a composer, arranger, and producer
He's exploring it all
From the furthest reaches of musical outer space
To the most down to earth funk
And he sounds, well, he sounds exactly like this
Born]
Nobody 'members those
Rap City episodes from twenty years ago
When you were the guest host
Past history, let it go
Get off on a medical
Pack a duffle bag with all your wrinkled clothes and pedal home
Get a little dictaphone and sit alone
In the middle of the room and let it flow
Wouldn't it be better
If you went and chose a new career path
Like a shepherd or a flight attendant on an aircraft?
You're pitiful, a pollywog
Tiny fishy in a smaller pond
Holding barbie dolls and leftover beads from the Mardi Gras
Actin hella hard but that's just poppycock
Cause inside you're hella soft like a Jolly Rancher lollypop
I'll give you cauliflower ears stupid
You're weird
Feelin blue
On a stool somewhere, two-fisting beers
At a Hofbrau
Moaning like a hot cow
Cryin on the shoulder of some old man you met just now
You might also like[Hook]
I'm smarter than you
I'm harder than you
I'm better than you
I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you
More popular than you
More clever than you
And goshdarn it, people like me
I'm smarter than you
I'm harder than you
I'm better than you
I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you
More popular than you
More clever than you
And goshdarn it, people like me
Born]
Look I'm sorry, mate
This is awkward, k?
Little hard to say
So I'll just say it
Me and your mommy date
She's awfully great
She's a saucy dame
She calls me late
Always wants to meet
On her coffee breaks
She bought me seats
To Bonnie Raitt
Now there's no concrete date
But she bought the ring
It's laundry day
And my stockings stink
From my foot up in your ass
Cause you drive me absolutely batty
See I'm crabby when you get around me
Tell me who's your daddy
Call me Mister McAffee, your poop-deck pappy
Shut your trap and get back in the backseat of the Camry
Don't sass me or I'll backhand you
Smack you with an axe-handle
Burn you with a wax candle
Slap you with a sandle
I'm trying to watch the rap channel
Can't you tell we laugh about you?
Call yourself a rapper but I gives a rat's ass about you
[Hook]
Born]
Why do I even bother with these off-brand cats
Y'all are wombats man
I'm bout to blow this pop stand
Lyrically y'all don't compare to me in any contest
Like a stealth bomber up against a Hyundai Accent
Tall-can to a shot glass
Bong-hit to a contact
Gary Coleman versus Big Boss Man
The Loch Ness Monster up against a crawdad
Talking Sly Stallone in Rocky versus Sly Stallone in Copland
Judge Judy versus Johnnie Cochran
Oh man
Nell Carter versus Karen Carpenter topless
Better yet, Broadband
Compared to a long ass
Piece of string connecting two pop cans
It's all bad
Don't quit your job at all believe me you'll be so glad back
Hold on with both hands
It's sucks washing sauce pans
I know there's an off chance that one day hip-hop heads
Will maybe feel rappers in the top-ten that cross-dress
[Hook]
[Outro]
Ever since his triumphant return from his first album, L.T.D
Born) the brightest new star in years
(Same Shit, Different Day) is his new album, on his own label
Born) always surrounds himself with
Here's a sample of what they're raving about | Hip-Hop | 19 | 4 | 2,005 | null |
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2,147 | One | Ghostface Killah | [Intro: Ghostface Killah & Trife Diesel]
Yo (Yeah), new Ghostface! (True, indeed)
Glorious days, (True, indeed, God)
Check it out, y'all
We back, yes, yes, y'all (Fake roller derbies), yeah
Masked avengers, (We're here to sharpen your sword)
All praise is due, T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost (Ayo)
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
We at the weed gate waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest
Pull out this kite from this white bitch
Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic
Past tense placed in gold caskets
Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is you might start to spit
You nice, Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted on the dance floor
Makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan sesscapade, push your new court dates
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the vein
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy rock a wristful
Modern-day slave God, graveyard spells fog you goggles
Laying like needles in the hospital
Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, Baguette swizzle
Ziploc the air, hear thistle
You might also like[Pre-Chorus: T.M.F.]
To my real bitches take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off"
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and grow up (Grow up)
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the past, heavy ice Rollie laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high, sugar, get a crack at this
Dicking down Oprah, jump rope, David Dinkins
Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over
Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture
Castor Troy laying for Travolta
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and grow up
[Outro: Ghostface Killah & Tommy Whispers]
Ayo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin' joint
We all connect as one
That's it, baby, straight up and down y'all, Staple-town, y'all
Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? One
Ah-hah, that's it? (Trey-Mack, what? Shaolin), yo
Staple-town, B (What?)
How many nuts you might bust? One
Haha, straight up and down (What?)
Take to drop a nigga, yo (What?)
How many shots? One
How many shots? I'm gunnin' for the dome
And it only takes one
That's it, word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all? One
Yo, yo, yo, how many L's we smoke? One
Hahaha, at a time, nigga
At a time, you know we do, at a time
Dope fiends, dummy
Like, like, like, like (One)
How many bags it take to get these dope fiends off that bullshit?
One12 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 2 | 2,000 | 102,430 |
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2,149 | Switch (The Science Project) | Lupe Fiasco | [Intro (Spoken)]
Yeah, Revenge!
Now what we gonna do right now, a-ha! uh
Is gonna try a little experiment, just a little experiment
You know what I'm saying? A little "science project"
You know what I'm saying? I like to call it
[Verse 1]
(Switch!) You you you, yes let the words woo you
subdue you
Massage and soothe you, move you, till conscience lose you
Lu now rules you, do what Lu do and you'll do beautiful
(Switch!) I'm the meanest! You the meanest?
I'm the meanest, and I mean this
Now I don't mean this to sound fiendish
But I'm a genius, you a genius?
And the cleanest, never seen this
As clean as my cleanest
From on top, from underneath
From behind, or in between us
(Switch!) I'm a hustler, creeping with my hat low
Niggas know I pack, so, what they gonna do that for?
Niggas got my back, though, like answering the back door
Catch you, I'ma slap you, leave you redder than the Batphone
(Switch!) With a little bit of this and a little bit of that
That, mixed with a little bit of pimp and a little bit of mack
And a little bit of limp, and a whole lotta gangsta lean
I can't be seen, I ain't the King
But a nigga is strengthening to paint the scene
And take the thing over like a soldier, colder than a polar
Got the hood like a cobra, nigga thank the team (Switch!)
You might also like[Hook]
Switch, nigga, this is how I got it
I switch like hydraulic cars
Switch like DeBarge, nigga (Switch!)
[Interlude (over Hook)]
Aight, now remember that
That's a, that was a part of the experiment
I had to set it up, so, so, don't worry
I know what you're thinking, I was thinking the same thing
Just, just follow me, okay? Watch, okay? Come on now
[Verse 2]
Murder niggas, step on my shoes, I hurt a nigga
Kill a nigga, fill a nigga with holes, call women hoes
Hold up niggas, hold up hoes, break the calm, detonate bombs
Blow up niggas, blow up hoes, turn around, smack they moms
(Switch!) Heal niggas, educate and build niggas
Instill in niggas, it’s real to respect women
Treat 'em like they real, they feel, nigga, watch the words
Watch Dr. Phil, nigga, chill, nigga, go learn a skill, nigga
(Switch!) Rims, Mercedes Benz, twenties, twenty-twos
Twenty-fours, rose gold, platinum watches, cases of Mo'
Gucci, rubies, mansions, models, VIP, Ferraris
Chinchillas, diamond rings, change, Range Rovers, bling bling
(Switch!) Niggas bust his trains, pocket full of change
Dimes, quarters, taking orders, delivering pizzas
Air conditionless, beaters, hand-me-down sneakers, silver
Wannabe models won't show me love and I can't get in the club
(Switch!)
[Interlude]
Ha, it's getting good right?
Yeah, aight, so check this out
Now go back to the first one, aight? Run back to that one
We're going to have a little bit more fun with that one, aight?
You ready? Aight, come on
[Verse 3]
(Switch!) Hey hey hey, it's coming back to you
Lu no longer rules you, you can do what you do
Back to your usual
(Switch!) It's official, it's official, I'm official
As officials, got the stripes
And the flags, and the whistles
(Switch!)And watch my niggas come from the underground
Just like Thriller, play Bambi and you gon' hear that Thumper sound
(Switch!) They can't touch the sound that I'm busting now
It's like a cloud tryna touch the ground
Tough and bound, ever since we're touching down
Jealous niggas catch your feelings 'cause I'm hustling now, what?
(Switch!) They be hating (Switch!) They be hating?
(Switch!) What? What? What? They be hating
Don't give them stage then
(Switch!) What's a nigga s'posed to tell 'em
When they up in my face then?
(Switch!)That you got a cousin that don't mind catching cases
Busting niggas' heads and slapping niggas' faces
(Switch!)And he-a do it, he-a do it
He-a do it, and I'll prove it
'Cause I done seen it, you done seen it?
I done seen it, he the meanest
(Switch!) Ho-ho-ho, wait, I mean it
I thought you were the meanest
See? That's why this thing is fiendish, right now
(Switch!)
[Hook]
Switch, nigga, this is how I got it
I switch like hydraulic cars
Switch like DeBarge, nigga (Switch!)
[Outro: Lupe talking]
Yeah, experiment done
I think that was a goody, I think that was a good experiment
I think that was nice, it's a nice little science project
Haha! Revenge!
Shoutouts to my homies at Asylum, what up? Yeah6 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 1 | 2,006 | 24,765 |
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2,152 | Shattered Dreams | UGK | [Intro: Pimp C]
UHH
Dedicated to all the underdogs, knahmtalkinbout?
Muthafuckas told me I wasn't gon b
Told me I was gon be able to do this rap shit
Knahmtalkinbout?
My own family talked down on me, knahmsayin?
[Hook: Sleepy Brown (Pimp C)]
You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams... (My uncle told me I wasn't gon be shit)
It might not be all bad as it first seems... (I used to walk around with a bag full of rappers)
You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh
(Motherfucker told me, a nigga from Texas couldn't make no record)
But all you got to do is believe
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah
(Then after I made the record, muh'fuckers said they would never give us no respect)
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... (But now they tryna rap like us)
You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah... (Tryna be like us, tryna smell like us, knahmtalkinbout?)
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money (Check this out)
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Man I refuse to let the bitches take away my pride
Them hoes can lock my body up, but they can't lock my mind
See I'm a young street flame, I got them fire eyes
I mean that Eyes of Fire, the Tiger, the Black Pride
I call some women bitches and I call some women whores
A bitch a dirty boar, a ho open up the pussy store
Now what's the difference between the two? Man, I just told you that
But that don't mean that every woman I know is down with that
If you a bitch and wanna switch, it ain't too late to change
It's all about how you carry yo'self and how you handle thangs
Some say that hoes and pimps is born, I don't believe that shit
Cause anytime you wanna stop, it ain't too late to quit
Just cause you sold your body don't mean you a ho for life
I got to speak it right for all the one that paid the price
But if ya in it to win it, go head and live the life
But baby, if you ain't in it, you still can do it right
(right...right..)
You might also like[Hook: Sleepy Brown]
You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams (hmm...)
It might not be all bad as it first seems (hmm...)
You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh
But all you got to do is believe
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah
I got to get my money-hey, oh-ho
You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money
[Verse 2: Pimp C]
To all the babies havin' babies on ya' own
I know you feelin' fucked up and feelin all alone
I know ya people tellin you, "Ya fucked up your life"
Ya only fucked up if you lay down and don't continue to fight - uh!
And to the young nigga out there tryna sell dope
I know ya family fucked up and it's your last rope
In your heart, I know ya cold with this rhyme shit
But ain't nuttin hap'nin but this twenty and this dime shit
And you the daddy wit lil' mama that's bout to have the baby
You wanna own ya team but niggas tellin you, "Ya crazy"
"What you thankin? You too young to have a family"
But all the moves ya makin, look like you a man to me!
When you get caught up man them niggas ain't gon ride witchu
But get down wit that girl and she gon keep it live witchu
But she gon help ya put your money up and save somethin
Cause right now ya run it, th'ew it back and you ain't made nuttin
It's time to change sumthin
[Hook: Sleepy Brown]
You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams (hmm...)
It might not be all bad as it first seems (hmm...)
You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh
But all you got to do is believe
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah
I got to get my money-hey, oh-ho
You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
If you a ballplayer, man go 'head and play ball
Don't let nobody steal your dream if you ain't came to fall
I know they say, "It ain't enough room in the NBA"
You tell them haters, "Save that bullshit for another day"
If you a sanger, lil' mama go 'head and sang ya song
Them hoes say, "You ain't gon make it", the funky bitch is wrong
You ain't got to get butt-naked on stage in a thong
Just sang your records to show the people you got it goin on
I see a whole lotta motherfuckers come and go
I know young niggas sold they soul for the dirty dough
They want a rapper, I understand go 'head and chase ya dream
But chase too hard, give up the lord and end up like a fiend
Some people gay, what can I say? The only judge is God
But don't be ashamed and try to hide cause then you livin fraud
Cause everythang done in the dark, gon' come to the light
So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right
Right, right, right, right
So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right
...(Uh!) | Hip-HopRap | 7 | 8 | 2,007 | 7,519 |
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2,155 | Rainy Dayz | Raekwon | [Intro: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Samples]
It's a mystery inside
Of how I'm gonna get mine
I'm thinking 'bout so many ways
Of how to conquer these rainy days
You sang beautifully just now
I sing for him and he isn't here
It's going down, man, word, man (What's up, black?)
Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man (Word?)
[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
It's raining, he's changing (Fuckin'— Yo, I'ma murder somebody, man, for real, I ain't playing, whatever, man, whatever)
My man is going insane, insane (The war is on, yo)
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch
Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes
We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
How it goes the only pesos made from scratch
But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy
Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies
Old flicks remind me of Gucci's
Back in Union Square when little Maxmil blast Pierre
That was Build Build, fast forward, ninety-four
Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more
Bless me out of state, howdy, Jake, Starks is back
Niggas want work, nine brought back off a g-pack
Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip
Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it
Stop it, the projects over-flooded with slow leaks
The fiends geek, new faces get wrapped in sheets
I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line
Sipping on fine wines, the power of the blacks refined
(Rainy days) Divine
Waiting on these royalties takes too long
It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee
But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me
I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship
Meatheads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit
So now talk shit, nigga, what?
You might also like[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
It's raining, he's changing
My man is going insane, insane
It's raining (Past sunlight, more gunfight)
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes?
The beat breaks, 'cause all my niggas to break, son
Styles is similar to criminals locked up
With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up
I live once, though the mind stays infinite
Traveling to touch nine planets in my midst
While I carry, to earn a decent salary
Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be
Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max
And real cats cold watch my back
But listen to the Wu, son, and maintain
It's all real, starving individuals kill
I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone
Projects infested with rats, cats, and crack, holmes
Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it
So many fake, half real freedom-build
Born to science my alliance analyzes
Wild surprises, keeping my eyes wide to this
The unfortunate, laying in mountains counting
With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn
Chill dun, just for real ones, light the lye up
I hate to have to tie the next guy up
Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends
Now I'm steering you to truth, buckle up
Now who's a legend?
[Chorus: Blue Raspberry & Raekwon]
It's raining, he's changing (Word up dun)
It's raining he's—, my man is going insane (Peace to Philly, VA, these days, word up, y'all)
My man is going insane (Word up, the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up y'all)
[Outro: Blue Raspberry]
No sunlight, more gun fights
I've lost him to the street life
Street life (I've lost him to the street life)
No cash flow, no more dough
He's someone I don't even know
Someone I don't know
Rainy Days
Getting through those rainy days
Getting through those rainy days
Getting through those rainy days
Getting through those rainy days
I lost him to the street life
The street life, woah12 | Unknown | 1 | 8 | 1,995 | 65,135 |
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2,156 | Bang Bang | K’naan | [Hook: K'naan]
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang - she shot me
[Verse 1: K'naan]
Ahh, there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
In other words, she came through explodin’ in the podium
Dynamite Napoleon like sodium mixed with petroleum
Slowly but surely, she was walking toward me
Cut the convo short ‘cause she had to wake up early
But continuing the story, don’t worry
She gave me digits for her Blackberry
“You’re very handsome” is what she said
And the way she looked in my eyes said, “put me to bed”
Oh my, oh my, I should have known when she said to me on the phone
“You do not know me very well, but I would never hurt a fly”
Then she aimed at my chest with love in her eye
Said she aimed at my chest with love in her eye
[Chorus: Adam Levine & K'naan]
She was walkin’ around with a loaded shotgun
Ready to fire me a hot one
It went bang, bang, bang, straight through my heart
(Straight through my heart)
Although I could have walked away
I stood my ground and let her spray, ooh
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang - she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang - she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang - she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang
You might also like[Verse 2: K'naan]
Scorpion, she’s so hot she’s a scorch-ian
Killing me softly: Lauryn or Kevorkian
Couldn’t tell if she’s cuckoo or quirky, when
I asked her her name, she said, “call me Ten.”
Testing, testing
Things just got more interesting
She’s dressed in a vest pin, double-breasted holster
A very Western toaster
She ain’t nothing Kosher
Ah, she lets me closer
Hotter than a pepper-crusted Samosa
While I try to keep my composure
[Chorus: Adam Levine & K'naan]
She was walkin’ around with a loaded shotgun
Ready to fire me a hot one
It went bang, bang, bang, straight through my heart
(Straight through my heart)
Although I could have walked away
I stood my ground and let her spray, ooh
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang - she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang - she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang - she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang
[Bridge: K'naan]
Am I wrong?
But what is love without the pain to go along?
And what is pain?
If not the reason for me to sing this song?
And this song is for the weak and for the strong
'Cause I was strong
And still, she got me, she got me
Bang, bang, she got me
She got me, she got me
Bang, bang
[Chorus: Adam Levine & K'naan]
She was walkin’ around with a loaded shotgun
Ready to fire me a hot one
It went bang, bang, bang, straight through my heart
(Straight through my heart)
Although I could have walked away
I stood my ground and let her spray, ooh
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang - she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang - she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang - she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang5 | Pop | 2 | 12 | 2,008 | 40,980 |
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2,160 | Royal Flush | J. Cole | [Intro]
Yeah, this is the... warm up
[Verse 1]
Okay, I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up
I blowed up, had a hole up in my pocket, now it's sewed up
They feinin' for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product
You niggas tryna stop it, better load up, I hang my coat up
Aye, I'm gon' be here for a while so I smile, haters
I'm on that green like a flower, like an alligator
Now or later, I'm serving niggas; I'm a sound waiter
Just tell me what you want, I bring that back an hour later
Look how I cater, dog what you afraid of? Nothing
They talking gangsta without no data, they fronting
Jackie-Chan, Jean-Claude-Van-Dam, straight stunting
I wish a nigga would say something
I'm a Carolina nigga, boy I got it on my back
Piggy back style I ain't talking 'bout no tat
And I'ma rep the Ville in every city that I'm at
And I guarantee I'm bringing home plaques
Shoutout to my brother Zach, and my mother, I love ya
[Break]
[Verse 2]
Yea look ain't that about a bitch? This nigga on his own dick
They say I'm like the human body, I produce my own shit
And I toot my horns, a star when I was born
My name ain't James, my word is bond
Yea shoutout to Canibus, had a similar line 98-99
Damn, that was the times never mind dwelling in the past
You're listening to the future
The flows gets tighter, them hoes get looser
Then they wanna seduce ya like Medusa, be cool
I said I got a girl, she told me, "Me too!"
So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood
Baby don't be foolish but call her I'll watch her do it
You might also like[Break]
[Outro]
Yea and this is only "The Warm Up" yea7 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 6 | 2,009 | 32,996 |
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2,161 | U Can’t Touch This | MC Hammer | [Chorus]
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
[Verse 1]
My, my, my, my music hits me so hard
Makes me say, "Oh my Lord"
Thank you for blessin' me
With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
It feels good, when you know you're down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch
[Chorus]
I told you, homeboy (You can't touch this)
Yeah, that's how we livin' and ya know (You can't touch this)
Look in my eyes, man (You can't touch this)
(You can't touch this)
[Verse 2]
Fresh new kicks, and pants
You gotta like that, now you know you wanna dance
So move outta yo' seat
And get a fly girl and catch this beat
While it's rollin', hold on
Pump a little bit and let 'em know it's goin' on
Like that, like that
Cold on a mission, so fall on back
Let 'em know that you're too much
And this is a beat, uh, they can't touch
You might also like[Chorus]
Yo, I told you (You can't touch this)
Why you standin' there, man? (You can't touch this)
Yo, sound the bell, school's in, sucker (You can't touch this)
[Verse 3]
Give me a song, or rhythm
Makin' 'em sweat, that's what I'm givin' 'em
Now, they know
You talkin' 'bout the Hammer, you're talkin' 'bout a show
That's hyped and tight
Singers are sweatin', so pass them a wipe
Or a tape, to learn
What's it gonna take in the 90's to burn
The charts? Legit
Either work hard or you might as well quit
[Chorus]
That's word because you know (You can't touch this)
You can't touch this
Break it down!
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh—
Stop, Hammer time!
[Verse 4]
Go with the flow, it is said
That if you can't groove to this then you probably are dead
So wave yo' hands in the air
Bust a few moves, run your fingers through your hair
This is it, for a winner
Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner
Move, slide your rump
Just for a minute let's all do the bump
(Bump, bump, bump)
[Chorus]
Yeah (You can't touch this)
Look, man (You can't touch this)
You better get hype, boy, because you know you can't (You can't touch this)
Ring the bell, school's back in
Break it down!
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh—
Stop, Hammer time!
[Bridge]
(Woah, woah)
(Woah, woah)
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oooh
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Chorus]
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
You can't touch this
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
You can't touch this
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
You can't touch this
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
You can't touch this
Break it down!
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh—
Stop, Hammer time!
[Verse 5]
Every time you see me, the Hammer's just so hyped
I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic
Now why would I ever stop doin' this?
With others makin' records that just don't hit
I've toured around the world, from London to the Bay
"It's Hammer!" "Go Hammer!" "MC Hammer!" "Yo Hammer!"
And the rest can go and play
You can't touch this
[Chorus]
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
Yeah (You can't touch this)
I told you (Can't touch this)
Too hot (Can't touch this)
Yo, we outta here (Can't touch this)33 | Hip-HopRap | 13 | 1 | 1,990 | 248,231 |
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2,163 | Break The Silence | Asher Roth | [Verse 1: Asher Roth]
And see I never thought it'd happen to us
Not another family as happy as us, its a matter of love
Just a little different, a little twisted
A bit sick, but sick is realistic
It isn't fiction, its the hidden truth
Some would rather act stupid than admit it's true
Just because it doesn't happen to you
Doesn't mean it doesn't happen
It happened to exclude you
I excuse you if you'd rather not
But someone you that know might be on the topic
On the hot seat
It's not easy to keep a secret and I can't keep this
It's too deep, real deep
[Hook: Big Prime Da General]
Deep secrets can't tell a friend
But it hurt so I can't hold it in
Hairy thoughts been sitting on the conscience
Its up to me to break the silence, the silence
The silence, break the silence
The silence, the silence
Break the silence, the silence
Silence, break the silence
The silence
Its up to me to break the silence, the silence
You might also like[Verse 2: Big Prime Da General]
Aye everybody gotta life story or situation
That they going through
So let me tell you what I'm facin'
My back against the wall
The hand I was dealt
Sorta like I'm playing spades
But not having a spade at all
Gimme one time to stand, one chance
One try and ill have you feeling my life
To the point where you cry
The separation of my parents
Left me embarrassed in school
Cause my dad was never there
Mom just act a fool
I think growing up in public housing
With my grandma it kept me grounded
Now I ain't high as mountains
Yea, now my goal is to keep you educated
Know my life
So you can tell
In every rhyme, that I'm dedicated
[Hook: Big Prime Da General]
Deep secrets can't tell a friend
But it hurt so I can't hold it in
Hairy thoughts been sitting on the conscience
Its up to me to break the silence, the silence
The silence, break the silence
The silence, the silence
Break the silence, the silence
Silence, break the silence
The silence
Its up to me to break the silence, the silence
[Verse 3: Asher Roth]
She was 13 and he was 32
And she could leave man if people only knew
B-but as a teen what hell you supposed to do?
Molested by her dad who was molested too
So confused she ran from and hided
Stashed away like it was a secret dialing
She cried at night
No one to confide it
Scared her mother wouldn't love her
If she finds it, so she lies
Kept it bottled up inside and
Mama came sick with the blindness
And in her mind everything was quite fine
'til he decided to break the silence
[Hook: Big Prime Da General]
Deep secrets can't tell a friend
But it hurt so I can't hold it in
Hairy thoughts been sitting on the conscience
Its up to me to break the silence, the silence
The silence, break the silence
The silence, the silence
Break the silence, the silence
Silence, break the silence
The silence
Its up to me to break the silence, the silence | Hip-Hop | null | null | null | null |
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2,164 | Breakfast | Curren$y | [Intro]
Ugh
Yeah, yeah
Some of the good things that weed can do (Yeah, ha)
PSA
Let me start shooting 'em fucking commercials
(Jets in the house) Yeah
Man (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch
[Verse]
I'm so cold with it; the potency of the beat—
Is consistent with the fact that Mos did it
Prolific not shaken or stirred
In the presence of those niggas, herbs
They only after your bread—them fucking birds
You think they like your haircut? Fair enough
Live your life, partner
Guess I could keep them two cents in my pocket
Add that to these underground-rap dollars
Refused the majors and stayed real—I kept my promise
Rolled Bambús in the Bahamas, mama
It's either that or them strawberry coladas
Xbox web browser
Download a updated NBA roster
Play a eighty-two-game season
Condo full of snacks, Spitta not leaving
Off-brand muh'fuckers
Odd number, you are not even on my level
Write that sickness, my ink pen sneezing
Yancey Thigpen can't catch me sleeping
You air-hustling motherfucker, and I'm eating
Creeping with my side bitch, hope I don't get caught cheating
New Orleans this morning, New York in this evening
Squinting they eyes and shit, they can't see him
Fly in the hive, buzzing, them bugs can't be him
Illegible letters in my ledger, they can't read 'em
Smiling, money piling, I'm cheesing
Odometer broken, I ain't know that I was speeding
Fast living, sloe gin for these bitches
I got that game from my Pittsburgh nigga
SV Diablo, ninety-six, wings lift
Daniel-san, crane kick—wah!
See Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Outro: Mos Def]
You're the best around
You're the best around
You're the best around
You're the best7 | Hip-Hop | 13 | 7 | 2,010 | 27,804 |
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2,166 | Better Run Run | MC Hammer | [Hook]
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
Better run, better run run
Better run, better run run, let's go there
Let's go there
[Verse 1]
Let's go where the lights is hot
Where a rapper gotta back up all the shit he pop
Let's go there, the game is so cold
I could see it in his eyes, the boy sold his soul
Devil said "I'ma give you the world"
"I'll take it, plus give me a girl
Mr. Devil, can you give me a sign?"
He said "Throw the Roc up, thats one of mine"
[Hook]
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
Better run, better run run
Better run, better run run, let's go there
Let's go there
You might also like[Verse 2]
Yo Jay, I got a reason to doubt
If I knocked on your door would you come on out?
If I knocked on your door that mean I'm knocking you out
If I knocked on your door boy, I'll bust ya in ya mouth
Uh, see me, son, I don't play
I come from the shoulders, that's two the hard way
New rules, let me show you the way
If a rapper talk tough, he gotta back up what he say
[Hook]
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
Better run, better run run
Better run, better run run, let's go there
Let's go there
[Verse 3]
I don't really have to go in on a fella
But that dude wrote back to devil
Nah nah, I don't rock your wear
Your shoes, I don't need a dark pair
That boy tried to steal my swag
Fingerprints all over the bag
Imposter, get him outta here
Imposter, the king is right here, lets go
[Hook]
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what
Better run, better run run
Better run, better run run, let's go there
Let's go there
[Outro]
Yeah you're now rocking with the king of heart
The king of heart, tearing all imposters apart8 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 11 | 2,010 | 21,173 |
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2,167 | It’s So Hard | Big Pun | [Verse 1: Big Punisher]
You can catch me in the cherry red 150
Got the Glizzy locked in the stizzy
Pop the clizzy, goin' 60 down a one-wizzy
Drunk pissy, tryin' to cruise through the avenue
While my peoples is poppin' bottles up in Sue's Rendezvous
Fuck that! Spun the U-ey, lost a hubcap
It's back to the shack, came back in a "What's that?!"
Straight from Paris, checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage
Perry Ellis, auburn cherry reddish
Fresh out the dealer, got the TEC for the squealers
Wear a vest for the killers, nothin' less ‘cause it's realer
In the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled
Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
Trust no one; got beef? Bust yo' gun
You don't need no one, talkin' 'bout that you owe 'em
I'ma go for dolo, Scarface without Manolo
One deep, I be solo, bustin' heat, throwin' bolos, it's hard
[Hook: Donnell Jones]
And it's so hard, yeah
Niggas wanna be like Pun
But they don't bust they guns
And it's so hard!
Niggas wanna fuck my wife
Nggas wanna take my life
But it's so hard!
You might also like[Hook adlibs: Big Punisher]
It's hard work, baby
I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin' to live
I ain't goin' nowhere
I'm stayin' alive, baby
That's my wife, I paid for them titties!
Get your own! Your own! Ya heard?!
[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
Rollin' with the Squad, we like Gods
Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars, strip bars in Miami
Almost came home with the Grammy
Next year, bringin' home three for the family
Watch me, you can catch it live on Hitachi
Poppin' shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase
Fuck that! Liberace, fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me!
Never that! SKEE-YU! Where my niggas at?
Uptown!! Uptown!! You know you feelin' that
Cash rule, hardcore, you can dance to
That old Biggie "Gimme One More Chance..."
Take a glance, then I'm off with yours
With both hands, take off my drawers and jerk me like the Source Awards
I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive
Terror Squad, nigga, stop sleepin'!
[Hook Adlibs: Big Punisher]
What you say your name was again?
And I know you from where? Elementary school?
I don't know you, man!
Money, not you again, go that way!
[Hook: Donnell Jones]
And it's so hard, yeah
Niggas wanna be like Pun
But they don't bust they guns
And it's so hard!
Niggas wanna fuck my wife
Nggas wanna take my life
But it's so hard!
[Coda: Donell Jones]
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' my wife, takin' my life
And if you just hatin', just walk on by
All you haters, just walk on by
See, me and Big Pun be rollin'
Schemin' on you and your homie
Better just walk on by
While we role back and talk for a while
And to the Boricuas — stay up, stay up, stay up!
And to all my homies — you gotta know what's up!5 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 3 | 2,000 | 113,126 |
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2,168 | Pyrex Vision | Raekwon | [Intro: Raekwon]
Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo
"Fuck, with your pot again?"
[Verse: Raekwon]
The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke
Fuck it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen
Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing
Break it down, yo, chop it like he raided your luggage
Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling
Tryna form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin
"What up beloved?" Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it
Plus, put a little bit of milk in—the fiends love it
Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out
All I see is all white stuff, suds in it
Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates
We thinking ten mil a man—nigga, fuck it
It's on, get the baking soda, dump it
How many niggas'll pump to get eighty more? Get it jumping
Live by the code, and we thumping
Nigga, take this
Fuck around and taste a flake: "Bitch, you drunk it"
It's all in the eyes of the hungry
It's all for the wise and the humbly, their eyes came upon meYou might also like | Unknown | 8 | 9 | 2,009 | 5,947 |
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2,169 | 10 Bricks | Raekwon | [Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, Iron Chef, gracias
I need some of that, slide through the back
I need ya'll to come back to the, I heard juice
Back of the store over here, just be easy and tell ya man to be cool
We got some culinary cats right here, we need you we'll kill him if he fault
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Aiyo, rappers steppin' to me, they want a brick son
But I'm the Chef, my price is twenty-six son
Move up, about thirty-two of those and open locker dough
Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor
Flamboyant police is X fives, watchin' my lofts
So many leeches I just left it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money, movin' and ridicule
Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me
Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through
Takin' trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga peoples
Sellin' drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil
Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran white van pulled up
They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man
Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geekin'
She threw the rifle in her mouth and said good evenin'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth
Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, pony
Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me
You might also like[Hook: Raekwon]
Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt
Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick
[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats
Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at
The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs
Four macs, caught a nice sale for four stacks
Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat
Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a date with real goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wet
Might know him used to talk to his sister named Yvette
I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up
I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks
Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks
Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust
[Hook: Raekwon]
Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt
Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, I lit a boogah up, rocks is gone, so we baggin' up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake
Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry
Got them dirty joints that scatter, don't act surprised
Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe with one hand, the other countin' the billies
You know how it be with the peppermint Clarks, throwing darts at a hoodrat
Getting slow neck up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall, writin' raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezzle
When I was twelve in the church, I started packin' that metal
A deuce-deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce
Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK
Cuz you can get scratched like AJ
Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
I have a team of niggas moving my furs
[Hook: Raekwon]
Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt
Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick | Unknown | 8 | 9 | 2,009 | 11,012 |
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2,170 | Everything I Am | Kanye West | [Produced by Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Damn
Here we go again
Common passed on this beat, I made it to a jam
Now everything I'm not made me everything I am
Damn (Here we go)
Here we go again
People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
[Verse 1]
I'll never be picture-perfect, Beyoncé
Be light as Al B or black as Chauncey
Remember him from Blackstreet? He was black as the street was
I'll never be laid back as this beat was
I never could see why people'll reach a
Fake-ass facade that they couldn't keep up
You see how I creeped up? You see how I played a big
Role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?
I'll never rock a mink coat in the wintertime like Killa Cam
Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like will.i.am
Let me know if you feel it, man
'Cause everything I'm not made me everything I am
You might also like[Chorus]
Damn
Here we go again
Everybody sayin' what's not for him
But everything I'm not made me everything I am
Damn (Here we go)
Here we go again
People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
[Verse 2]
And I'm back to tear it up
Haters start your engines, I hear 'em gearin' up
People talk so much shit about me at barbershops
They forget to get they hair cut
Okay, fair enough, the streets is flarin' up
'Cause they want gun talk, or I don't wear enough
Baggy clothes, Reeboks, or A-di-dos
Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows?
So, say goodbye to the NAACP Award
Goodbye to the India Arie Award
They'd rather give me the Ni-Nigga Please Award
But I'll just take the I Got a Lot of Cheese Award
[Chorus]
Damn
Here we go again
Bum-tu-bum-bum-bum
But everything I'm not made me everything I am
(Here we go) Damn
Here we go again
People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
[Verse 3]
I know people wouldn't usually rap this
But I got the facts to back this
Just last year, Chicago had over six hundred caskets
Man, killing's some wack shit
Oh, I forgot, 'cept for when niggas is rappin'
Do you know what it feel like when people is passin'?
He got changed over his chains a block off Ashland
I need to talk to somebody, pastor
The church want tithe, so I can't afford to pay
Pink slip on my door, 'cause I can't afford to stay
My fifteen seconds up, but I got more to say
That's enough Mr. West, please, no more today
[Chorus]
(Here we go!) Damn
Here we go again
Everybody sayin' what's not for him
But everything I'm not made me everything I am
(Here we go) Damn
Here we go again
People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
[Outro]
Here we go-we go
Here we go-we go
Go-go-go again76 | Hip-HopRap | 11 | 9 | 2,007 | 610,914 |
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2,171 | Paper Planes | M.I.A. | [Verse 1]
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one done in a second if you wait
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one done in a second if you wait
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I think sittin' on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name
Sometimes I think sittin' on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name
[Chorus]
'Cause all I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
All I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
All I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
All I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
You might also like[Verse 3]
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bongs
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison for the system
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bongs
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison for the system
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hard, just pumping that gas
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hard, just pumping that gas
[Chorus]
'Cause all I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
All I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
All I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
All I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
[Bridge]
M.I.A, third world democracy
Yeah, I've got more records than the KGB
So, uh, no funny business (Are you ready all?)
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
All I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
All I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money
All I wanna do is—, and a—
And take your money169 | Alternative | 11 | 2 | 2,008 | 876,239 |
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2,172 | Birdflu | M.I.A. | [Verse 1]
I'm big on the underground, what's the point of knocking me down?
Everyone knows, I'm already good on the ground
Most of us stay strong, shit don't really bound us
Gon' go on my own, making bombs with rubber bands
Have my heart down, so I need a man for romance
Streets are making 'em hard, so they're selfish little roamers
Jumpin' girl to girl,Make us meat like burgers
When I get fat, I'm gon' pop me out some leaders
[Verse 2]
Protocol to be a Rocawear model?
It didn't really drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle
Protocol to be a rocker on a label?
It didn't really drop that way, my beats were too evil
Now I put away paper for later so I'm stable
A better something better come, gotta get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops, stored up in my stable
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off the table
[Verse 3]
Village got on the phones said the street is comin' to town
They wanna check my papers, see what I carry around
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the burial ground
Don't order me about, I'm an outlaw from the badlands
Put away shots for later, so I'm stable
Live in trees, chew on feet, watch Lost on cable
Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my stable
From the crap you drop, on my crop when they pay youYou might also like3 | Alternative | 23 | 11 | 2,006 | 18,272 |
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2,173 | 10 Dollar | M.I.A. | [Refrain]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
[Verse 1]
Mottai pappathi
Rotti suttalam
Enney patthalaiyam
Kasu ennalam
Kadaikku ponalam
Kasu patthalaiyam
Kadaikkarana partthu
Kannu adicchalam
Hey, what now?!
You might also like[Verse 2]
Chinna girl is a little girl
From a town, that's all ya need to know
Lolita was a maneater
Clocked him like a taximeter
Fuck gold, she was platinum digger
Shakin-ass-making moves on a mover
Visa, then a plane ride to ya
Peace out, she'll kill you like Uma
[Pre-Chorus]
She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough
She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop
She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough
She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop
[Refrain]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Hey, what now?!
[Verse 3]
Chinna girl grew up to be a big girl
Had her sights set on a bigger world
Dial-a-Bride from Sri Lanka
Found herself a Yorkshire banker
Need a Visa? Got with a geezer
Need some money? Paid him with a-knees up
Year later, started to ease-up
Got her own way, shouted out, "See ya!"
[Pre-Chorus]
She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough
She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop
She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough
She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop
[Refrain]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
[Chorus]
What can I get for 10 dollar?
Everything you want
And what can I get for 10 dollar?
Anything you want
Yeah, what can I get for 10 dollar?
Everything you want
Yeah, what can I get for 10 dollar?
Anything you want
What can I get for 10 dollar?
Anything you want
And what can I get for 10 dollar?
Anything you want
Yeah, what can I get for 10 dollar?
Anything you want
Yeah, what can I get for 10 dollar?
Anything you want
[Refrain]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey1 | Alternative | 22 | 3 | 2,005 | 25,720 |
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2,175 | Rude Boy | Rihanna | [Chorus]
Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah)
Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me
Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah)
Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me
[Verse 1]
Tonight, I'ma let you be the captain
Tonight, I'ma let you do your thing, yeah
Tonight, I'ma let you be a rider
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, babe
Tonight, I'ma let it be fire
Tonight, I'ma let you take me higher
Tonight, baby, we could get it on, yeah, we could get it on, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Do you like it?
Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, want
Give it to me, baby, like boom, boom, boom
What I want, want, want is what you want, want, want
Nah, nah-ah
You might also like[Chorus]
Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah)
Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me
Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah)
Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me
[Verse 2]
Tonight, I'ma give it to ya harder
Tonight, I'ma turn ya body out
Relax, let me do it how I wanna
If you got it, I need it, and I'ma put it down
Buckle up, I'ma give it to ya stronger
Hands up, we could go a little longer
Tonight, I'ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby
[Pre-Chorus]
Like it?
Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, want
Give it to me, baby, like boom, boom, boom
What I want, want, want is what you want, want, want
Nah, nah-ah
[Chorus]
Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah)
Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me
Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah)
Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me
[Bridge]
I like the way you touch me there
I like the way you pull my hair
Babe, if I don't feel it, I ain't faking, no, no (Oh no)
I like when you tell me 'kiss you there'
I like when you tell me 'move it there'
So giddy-up, time to get it up
You say you a rude boy, show me what you got now
Come here right now
Take it, take it, baby, baby
Take it, take it, love me, love me
[Chorus]
Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah)
Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me
Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah)
Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me
Love me, love me (Love me, love me, love me, love me)
Take it, take it, baby, baby
Take it, take it, love me, love me
Love me, love me (Love me, love me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Take it, take it, baby, baby
Take it, take it, love me, love me204 | Pop | 20 | 11 | 2,009 | 291,829 |
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2,176 | Pretty Girl Rock | Keri Hilson | [Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah
Uh, uh, uh
Now do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Now what's your name?
[Verse 1]
My name is Keri, I'm so very
Fly, oh my, it's a little bit scary
Boys wanna marry, looking at my derrière
You can stare, but if you touch it, I'ma bury
Pretty as a picture (Hey)
Sweeter than a swisher (Hey)
Mad 'cause I'm cuter than the girl that's with ya (Hey)
I ain't gotta talk about it, baby, you can see it (See it)
But if you want, I'll be happy to repeat it (Ow)
[Verse 2]
My name is Keri (Hey), I'm so very (Hey)
Fly, oh my, it's a little bit scary (Hey)
Boys wanna marry (Hey), looking at my derrière (Hey)
You can stare but if you touch it I'ma bury
Pretty as a picture (Picture)
Sweeter than a swisher (Swisher)
Mad 'cause I'm cuter than the girl that's with ya
I can talk about it 'cause I know that I'm pretty
And if you know it too, then ladies sing it with me
You might also like[Chorus]
All eyes on me when I walk in
No question that this girl's a ten
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It's not my fault, so please don't trip
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Hey)
[Post-Chorus]
Aye, now do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Do the pretty girl rock, rock
All my ladies do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Do the pretty girl rock
Now where you at?
[Verse 3]
If you're looking for me you can catch me (Ah, hot spot)
Cameras flashing (Hey), daddy turned his head as soon as I passed him (Mm)
Girls think I'm conceited 'cause I know I'm attractive (Hey)
Don't worry about what I think, why don't you ask him? (Oh)
Get yourself together don't hate (Never do it)
Jealousy's the ugliest trait (Don't ever do it)
I can talk about it 'cause I know that I'm pretty (Hey)
And if you know it too, then ladies sing it with me
[Chorus]
All eyes on me when I walk in
No question that this girl's a ten
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Me 'cause I'm)
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It's not my fault, so please don't trip (Please don't trip)
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Don't hate me 'cause I'm)
[Post-Chorus]
Doing the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Do the pretty girl rock, rock
All my ladies do the pretty girl rock, rock
Get along with your pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Still show me your pretty girl rock, rock, rock
All my ladies do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock
Sing it with me now
[Chorus]
All eyes on me when I walk in (When I walk in, yeah)
No question that this girl's a ten (Oh-oh)
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Oh-oh)
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It's not my fault, so please don't trip (Please don't trip, no)
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Beautiful)
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (You're beautiful, yeah)
All eyes on me when I walk in (Ooh)
No question that this girl's a ten (Don't hate me)
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Don't hate her 'cause she's)
My walk, my talk, the way I drip (Oh, beautiful)
It's not my fault, so please don't trip (You're beautiful)
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (You're beautiful)
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Oh-ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)29 | Contemporary RB | 12 | 10 | 2,010 | 111,897 |
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2,177 | 16 on Death Row | 2Pac | [Intro]
Death Row
That's where mothafuckas is endin' up
[Verse 1]
Dear Mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me or will this nigga snitch?
Should I shoot his bitch or make the nigga rich?
Don't wanna commit murder, but damn, they got me trapped
Hawkin' while I'm walkin' and talkin' behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it
‘Cause life's a Wheel of Fortune, here's my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin' trigger-happy to let them suckers snatch me
Niggas gettin' jealous, tryin' to find my stash
Whip out the 9, now I'ma dime off yo' ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin', but swear I'm nothin' nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these mites
I listened to his screams until he went insane
I guess the little mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
Remember that little bird? He snitched and told a friend
It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old-timers
And fuck five-0! Blaow, blaow! Turn 'em into forty-niners
You might also like[Hook]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where they find me; 16 on Death Row
[Verse 2]
Dear Mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime ‘cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell is 16 as well
It's hard to adapt when you're black
And you're trapped in a living hell
I shouldn't have let him catch me
Instead of livin' sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm
You can hear his asshole gettin' torn
They made me an animal
Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, niggas countin' cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold and your soul is your best friend
My mama, pray for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me
(Why?) ‘Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope; 16 on Death Row
[Hook]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where they find me; 16 on Death Row
[Verse 3]
Dear Mama, they sentenced me to death
Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath
I'm bitter ‘cause I'm dyin', so much I haven't seen
I know you never dreamed your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society
That doesn't give a shit and they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher's there for me
He's a crook with a book, that mothafucka never cared for me
He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God
About the crimes he's committin' on the poor
And how can these people judge me?
They ain't my peers, and in all these years they ain't never love me
I never got to be a man
Must be part of some big plan to keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin' mothafuckas
Steer clear of these Aryan mothafuckas
‘Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you're better off gettin' shot up
I'm convinced, self-defense is the way
Please stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish I woulda known while I was out there
Now I'm straight headin' for the chair
[Hook]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where they find me; 16 on Death Row
[Outro]
16 on Death Row, Death Row
Death Row, Death Row
16 on Death Row, Death Row, Death Row
It's to all my partners
In the penitentiaries; 16 on Death Row11 | Gangsta Rap | 25 | 11 | 1,997 | 86,356 |
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2,179 | Slow Your Roll | D12 | [Intro: Eminem]
Guess who, New shit!
D12 World, D-Twizzy!
[Hook: Eminem]
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Swift)
And slow your roll
[Verse 1: Swift]
Sinister, a menace to many, I'm not friendly
You get shot in a Kennedy fashion
Pop willingly you walking around with Pac's identity
I'm a mockery you 'bout to watch what it's fin to be
I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked
And it's not about dropping albums, I'll sock a nigga on the spot
You can't help it but to imagine this walking massacre
A madman strapped with a Magnum blow that spasm out ya back
And just stand there and snatch your medallion
See I can't fear any nigga that can not happen
The immaculate Mac handler
That got this wrapping by the back of his neck
A scavenger I'm a threat then you feel me
Like a hand full of syringes
I'm ill enough to scream at your front do'
Blow it off the hinges (nigga)
I'm marksmatic, depressed marksman outta walking
'Cause soon your body they catch me shooting up your carcass
So don't provoke shit, I wish the whole
Mankind was a neck so I can choke it
Ferocious and you ain't gonna be knowing where ya folks is
Fuck the milk cartons and posters, it's over, they ghosts (hey)
You might also like[Verse 2: Proof]
Niggas is bitch instead of digging a ditch
I'ma see how filled this river can get even bitches get hit
I'm raw dog on all fours, I'm barking with long claws
Just fight for the wrong cause
Your boss with thong drawers (oh no)
You ain't in my bracket bitch, following faggots
With wanksta tats on their ass, see ya
[Eminem backwards:] Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice
These scrubs need to do what he love and just play the back
Before I'll put a sword on ya head like a Raider cap
You bust I'm spraying back, leave your hood laying flat
Now what you gonna say to that?
[Hook: Eminem]
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Bizarre)
And slow your roll
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Pull up new county truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up
Fuck butter I killed the DJ
I don't need you, bitch, I got a instant replay
Lay down bitch get butt naked
And fuck the Viagra I'm trying to nut in two seconds
All around the world, fuck wit' different cliques
You ain't got no weed get the fuck out my room bitch
[Verse 4: Kuniva]
I'm calm but I steal on niggas like I was klepto
Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro
Why stop niggas, why not pop niggas, we cop figures
Keep them toast like IHOP nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert
Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt
Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks
I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a LoJack
I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit
A culprit of culture and a chaotic commotion
Kuniva will blow shit off of the map and post it
Knock you out of your penny loafers, fuck that ho shit
[Hook: Eminem]
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and let off the gas
And slow your roll
[Verse 5: Kon Artis]
I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me
To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be
On your p's and q's people we sees to use
No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives
And put it in your little magazine, but you should
Know that was the most desperate thing that you could
Pull out of your crotch you faggots all owe us much
Start doing heroin lines for as much as you gossip
Like bitches with Oscars, y'all actresses
45's make bodies flip like flabby tits
Bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th
Now what the fuck you gonna do to get up out of this shit?
Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb bitch
Do the math, you'll never have a Shady/Aftermath Runyon Ave
Kind of staff to back that ass up so back that ass up
Before we clap that ass up
[Hook: Eminem]
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and let off the gas
And slow your roll
[Outro: Kon Artis]
Nigga you better ask somebody
These niggas think they can just put shit
Out on their own, fuck them3 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 8,865 |
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2,180 | Barbershop | D12 | [Intro: Kon Artis]
This time we're gonna do our thing (Huh)
Is that aight wit' y'all? (Yeah)
It's gotta be 'cause we gon' do it anyway
Ain't that right fellaz (Yeah)
Fellaz ain't that right (Yeah)
Haha
[Hook: Kon Artis]
Tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
Well, it's Friday afternoon and I just woke up (*burp-fart*)
That's right I just woke up
From an excruciating evening at work, woman so what
That it's two-thirty-PM, I'm grown dammit straight up
And know when through my finger either I think it is time we bust, you know
Leave the premises less you planning to cook, I mean it's
Three o'clock and I gotta gimme a cut for that
Big party tonight thrown at K-P Productions
And I don't wanna lose my spot
'Cause everybody know "Big O" got the tightest fans on the block
So I got to be in that seat at Four o'clock
Shoot I need me some crispy-ones to go with my new outfit
So tell ya people
You might also like[Hook: Kon Artis]
Tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Understand me now, I'm cool as a breeze (Wassup playa, wassup)
On the black hand side, gimme some grease (Alright)
I want a line-up and I don't want you to fate me (Nope)
A ghetto girl with an attitude to come and braid me
So what's happening, the hood's seeing in
I get the scoop on everyone in the ghetto so let's begin
Who got shot? (Mike) Who got jumped? (Eric)
Who got ganked? (Shay) Who got robbed? (Dee)
Who went to jail? (Chuck) Who got saved? (Rick)
Who's getting money and who's broke as a joke
And hear about your lady called me that started smoking that dope
You get it all at this little dusty place
Let me be still, she getting out the razor from my face
[Hook: Kon Artis]
See tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
You heard of me, the fat guy that raps
Now it's time for Bizarre to take off his shower cap
It's been five days, I patiently waited
Saturday morning, it's time to get faded
And I mean get faded, "I mean get faded"
Damn at four o'clock, I didn't almost make it
My barber's name is Sarah, she don't really know how to cut
But she got some nice teeth and big ol' butt
So two days a week, I get faded for no reason
Same old haircut, keep it low and even
If you see me in a barbershop, go on and run
'Cause I'm probably getting a perm and my toe-nails done
[Verse 4: Proof, Kon Artis]
Got here full grip, but can't call the cops
I gotta get the script from the lips to the barbershop
Jump in the seat "Yo, give me the line and"
And tell me who came through shining
My homeboy scooped up, in a new truck
Gave everybody a cup and gave me a few bucks
Then he started bragging 'bout his last lick
Cut me a design along with his address
[Verse 5: Swift]
You can have a million dollar suit on, shining with your karats up
But it don't mean nothing if ya flogging in your haircut
Now who next? (Um, I just want my son to get a tape-up)
What about you sweetie? (So what you trying say?)
I'm just playing with you baby (Hey, he do this all the time)
And all you do is whine, and drink wine (Hahaha)
Yo, you know that Cho-chie got knocked out? (Man) (When?)
Early at Le'mott's house (Again?)
(I wouldn't let that man sit on my couch)
(You was wit' him yesterday)
(Man what are you talking 'bout?)
I'm just about ready to throw y'all out
(No you ain't, I'll be here for 'bout a hour)
You know I'll raise up the rates
[Hook: Kon Artis]
Tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)4 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 7,552 |
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2,181 | Prescription | Wale | [Intro]
Simply out of this world by choice
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
[Verse 1]
I focus on the void and I fill it
Hopin' the depressed ain't give in and give up
So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero
From here on a heroin-like high, I give off
Live off my lie and my lullaby
They itchin' for a new breath here's the calamine
And I refuse to camouflage with other guys
You see my mind is amused of they head noddin'
I so got 'em, as hypnosis of hip-hop
Cause, when I talk they don't just watch
I make 'em feel it, the feelings' unfamiliar
A rush of your adrenaline you can pick up a buildin'
You can become a killer if properly scripted
The first one's free, next time I'll be billin' ya
[Chorus]
Here go your prescription
Here go your prescription
Here go your prescription
Take your prescription
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Verse 2]
Don't let the pain getcha
I swear my lane will provide as a painkiller
A painkiller, a 16 of Percoset
Just let it chill Joe
That lil' burn that you feel, feel good, don't it?
Just sit back and relax and take it easy
And let the beat play
Close your eyes, whoever uninspired
Pay me no mind, I put Adderall in y'all's
Riddle them with Ritalin, attention deficit
Niggas start listenin', and what I'm givin' them
The drug that they brain need
Them niggas sick of hip-hop so they appointed me
And I invented but the IV inside of me
And ignorance was drug of choice but they OD'd
Couldn't alone leave 'em
I am the sole leader
The young soul that the OG's still believe in
And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them
I breathe life in the game, they are Kevorkian
They provokin' suicide but as soon assigned
I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time
I do it for all y'all, do it for all y'all
Don't gotta wait long
The doctor has arrived just be patient
Please, please
[Chorus]
Here go your prescription
Here go your prescription
Here go your prescription
Take your prescription
[Spoken Outro]
See, they say one has to know the past to last in the present. So I, bask in the weather while the presence of these laggers lend me they rappin' to give gifts to my brethren. My nigga this is more than a vocal booth, this is my, only truth, this is my risin' up. So you can ask Black Thought if I know my Roots. Shit, before you? Quest my love for this, just know we would play Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P. And before you knew T.I.P. I was tippin' strippers properly to pussy poppin'.
So, when you ask me "What you know about that? ", ironically I'm askin' you the same question partna'. I am hip-hop. Past, present and future. I can rap on some old Primo, sound like the present Sigo and make it feel like a sequel to the new me, bitch. I'm Wale, the prescription | Hip-Hop | 10 | 11 | 2,009 | 7,732 |
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2,182 | Ghost Deini | Ghostface Killah | [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, summer time, holdin' the nine, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass
Bank stoppin', hide your rocks, hydraulic
The kid with the most knowledge will obtain and touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake
Dust and bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake, or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris
Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold
Signs from the most high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin'?
You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead?
Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils
Two Galants, hittin' if we got to
Bustin' at y'all niggas daily, wall to wall, hawkin'
Suckin' your teeth 'cause God chain-talkin'
Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that, Ghost sold crack
Now his revelations spoken through rap
Velour-ed down like the Sheikh of Iran
Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housing
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Frederick Douglass
You know what? Aiyo, fuck this!
Aiyo, how can I move the crowd?
First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instructions, put it together
It's simple, ain't it? Well, quite clever
You might also like[Bridge: Ghostface Killah]
Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine
You stood for somethin', ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohhhh, how we miss you so
We want y'all both to know
We really love you sooo
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'm Gucci down, Wally boots, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound
Ask niggas how I get down
Don't speak much, deluxe plush imaginations
Hold a note like Willie Hutch
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on, we juggle mics
Three Card Molly, amps advance to the final
Show these niggas how the way we dance
Hot night, Jamaica
Came through in a booger green '68 Pacer
Mad paper, high as a fuck, truck
Two rappers got stuck that night, I ain't saying no names
They know who, thank you for the chains
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed
30 seconds 'til we tear and decease
Quick, call my seeds, dipped in the crowd
The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my name out
He walked off softly, we exactly
Formed like Christ and his disciples
Black fatigues, lethal-faced doonie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shit shook
Your favorite rappers droppin' they drinks
On the low, tuckin' they links, we made eighty off the books
[Verse 3: Superb]
One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect
But metaphors'll keep me out the projects
Rap connects'll keep me correct
Aiyo, I wrote this on Donnie roof, after his funeral, on one knee
Thinkin' his killer's followin' me
So to my nigga Donnie, up there
Can you please tell God that we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winnin'? Some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know smokin' cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginnin' 'cause that's how they rewind
Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine
And we don't drink wine
If you don't bring me some motherfuckin' cognac, I'll kill you!
I can't feel you, ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars
I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars, brolic scholars
That's Ghost Deini!!3 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 2 | 2,000 | 47,895 |
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2,187 | Take ’Em To War | Lloyd Banks | [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Bury me with my enemies, dead and gone they remember me
Wasn't me in the dirt nigga
Power hold the show power in the P's
Money bring fleas, and crack put prom queens on knees
Genetics like the jeans on fiends - dirty
I'm seven thirty and I feed off Queens - early
I drive Bentleys and I speed off scenes - pearly
Necklace all over your ex, your wife, your girly
Life flies when it push it to the limit
Fuck just getting by, that’s no way to live it
What the fuck did you take me for?
Try to take something you’ll be laying on the floor
There's a lot less comrades breathing than before
I lose a nigga every time I leave out on a tour
They don’t even respect war
Bullets squeezing out the four
Heaven’s door got to be better than anything we've seen before
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Fuck talking, let’s take 'em to war
Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor
What the fuck do you take me for?
Eye for an eye, time to even out the score
I’d rather be not here, than hungry
I’m sick when I’m not near my money
They want me to lose but I’ma win
I made it there before and I'mma make it there again
You might also like[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Bullshit kept to a minimum
Come at me on subliminal, I'ma retaliate straight
You need a M-F miracle
A Saddam bomb lyrical, something chemical
Hungry enough to scrape plates
A sure shotter, and rule sour
The mall's ours, the whores crowd us for twenty four hours
Ignore cowards, stunting one of my super powers
Stupid dollars, swagger and the coupe is stylin
Used to violence, old beef new medallions
You’ve been drowning, I'm flying en route to island
G-Unit soldier in the front line of the new battalion
The car is German, the paint's black, the shoes Italian
I don’t cuddle or kiss French, shorty you whyling
No need for a stylist, I'm already styling
Profilin' jealousy and crowd pilin'
Keep the neighborhood on edge, ain’t nobody smiling for
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Fuck talking, let’s take 'em to war
Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor
What the fuck do you take me for?
Eye for an eye, time to even out the score
I’d rather be not here, than hungry
I’m sick when I’m not near my money
They want me to lose but I’ma win
I made it there before and I'mma make it there again
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
Rainman, Hoffman
211 Range, bad bitch coughing
Good weed expel out my lungs
Re-up on a rizzy 'fore I’m done
Cocaine pitching, Sandy Koufax
Being broke at thirty give you the chills, Biggie wrote that
Robin Leech tour, condo on the boardwalk
211 X Jaguar, make the girls talk
Hermes stitch, five thousand on the blazer
Disrespect the head turn a nigga chaser
The difference between me and you is you Mel Gibson with your bitch, and I'm a pimp
My Fonzarelli flow make the hoes drool
Candy paint dripping off the old school
So don't merge in my lane
El Chapo of the game
I built a tunnel for the cane
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Fuck talking, let’s take 'em to war
Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor
What the fuck do you take me for?
Eye for an eye, time to even out the score
I’d rather be not here, than hungry
I’m sick when I’m not near my money
They want me to lose but I’ma win
I made it there before and I'mma make it there again3 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 7,681 |
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2,189 | Unexplainable | Lloyd Banks | [Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Here’s where I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt
Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count
Back wit'cha cake out and quit runnin' your mouth
It's somethin' flammable, my hunger is unexplainable
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Cool people, Knievel in my alter-ego
Zero tolerance, we strapped wherever we go
Wife repo, about a mil and a half, ki hole
Bite marks from you slugs on tracks and kilos, three those
Hold my P’s Q’s and my G hoes
G-g-gee whiz, my rise like a superhero's
Four-five ceelo, look how good I reload
Right back at you bitch ass niggas, abide the G code
Click-clack, deep hole, the industry Debo
We built these niggas ground up, why would they figure we fold?
Figure fours on the competition
I Yoke 'Em, tell me you jokin'
My flow is like the levees open
Foreign trips, four to five zips, heavy smokin'
Problem tips, forty-five clips, Chevy smokin'
He put all he got into this, I bet he make it
Ain't gotta give me shit, I'ma take it
You might also like[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Uh
Here’s where I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt
Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count
Back wit'cha cake out and quit runnin' your mouth
It's somethin' flammable, my hunger is unexplainable
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Here's how I show out
Even though I rap I'm with niggas that move the blow out
Let him pull the dough out
You can make it rain but I'd rather make it snow out
Run up in your crib with the big four-four out
Here's how I show out
Watch when I show up gettin' chips off the strip with the piff and the blowup
I'ma kill the block and then leave when it slow up
Get your mind popped off for a sign that you throw up
I just want a lamp to see the weed plants grow up
Niggas get that money, legal or illegally
Bullets put these niggas right where they need to be
Bitches never leavin' me, Porsche pull off easily
Back on the dough route, grams and the O's out
Ki and the pound wrapped, nigga where your pound at?
Top-five in the booth, top-five on the stoop
You can fuck around and I'll pop five in your coupe
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Uh
Here’s where I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt
Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count
Back wit'cha cake out and quit runnin' your mouth
It's somethin' flammable, my hunger is unexplainable
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Ugh
Gettin' money dances and twenty five chances
My camp is crazy as the new Black Panthers
Brush toward the canvas as I stroke my ego
Rap Picasso with my eyes closed, a size that [?] with people
Spark Cohibas while I snicker at the non-believers
I break the heart in hoes, I gave my heart to sneakers
I owe my life to Jesus, put my faith in God
I got a thing for beaches, gettin' my favorite job
Pain happens, young, scarred, that's what made us hard
Money, drugs, guns ain't facade, shorty, play your part
I'm part of the lucky to leave the park
Livin' luxurious, lady layer that's my art
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Uh
Here’s where I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt
Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count
Back wit'cha cake out and quit runnin' your mouth
It's somethin' flammable, my hunger is unexplainable1 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | null |
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2,190 | Royalty | Gang Starr | [Intro: Greg Nice]
"Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like that" (Primo scratching)
"Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like dat" (Primo scratching)
"Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like that" (Primo scratching)
"Gang Starr" "Represent"
[Verse 1: Guru]
One of the meanest and the cleanest
And still I'm kind of fiendish when I'm at this
Been doin' this for eons, peons best to catch this
Vision of excellence precise rappin' ability
'Bout to make some dead presidents, mackin' a million, G
The money though, it's got people acting funny yo
As soon as some niggas get some light, they be like dummies yo
Products and puppets and pawns, gettin' played out
When authentic niggas step up, respect be layed out
Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector
Live and direct, wavin' my mic like a sceptor
Supreme exalted, universal leader
Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer
The overlord, cream of the crop, crème de la crème
Spent years building with cats in the streets so they my men
Again, Gang Starr has done it
Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it
Check it, the ground be hot under our feet
So we be listenin' to beats to keep the cypher complete
Whether you kids be holdin' on the block all day
Or you be puffin' lye out in the back hallway
Or whether you be in school or in the library
Wherever you are, baby paw, realize that your essence
Is divine, son, and let it shine, son, as we refine, son
Ayo, this shit'll blow your mind, son, we're royalty
You might also like[Hook: K-Ci and JoJo]
Wherever I go, I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I have to stand out from all the rest
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I just wanna stand out from all the rest
[Verse 2: Guru]
And all the girls they want to spoil me
My honey anoints me with oils, G
After work she greets me and treats me like royalty
Works with me, givin' herself by my side
She don't sweat me for loot, my fame or my ride
A lot of ladies out there be lookin' lovely
But they don't got no control of their life, inside they're ugly
Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert
Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk
Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot
K-Ci, JoJo and Primo, creepin' to the top
And to the sweethearts out there breakin' hearts
While we're takin' part of this hip-hop art
Listen yo, the best way, it ain't always the fast way
And yes, the best way, it ain't always to act nasty
I'll open up the door always before you pass me
Baby Doll, because you're royalty
[Hook: K-Ci and JoJo]
Wherever I go, I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I have to stand out from all the rest
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I just wanna stand out from all the rest
[Outro: Greg Nice]
"Gang Starr has to gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like that" (Primo scratching)
[K-Ci and JoJo freestyle singing]
[Outro: DJ Premier]
To whom it may concern
This goes out to anybody who’s doing the bullshit, straight up
Yo, everybody’s calling me, my lawyer, everybody on this, ‘yo did you scratch such n such name?
Or this, that, and the third on the record for a hook?’
Y’all keep calling me on that shit and y’all supposed to be hip hoppers and all that, and letting the industry control the rules of the hip hop world that we made?
Y’all need to knock that shit off, that’s some greedy-ass, fake bullshit!
Knock that shit off for real!
Y'know'm sayin'?
And when that shit come and slap you in the face, that greed, I’ma be right there laughing at y’all...
And one other thing... What’s the deal with you break-record cats putting out all the original records that we sample from and snitching by puttin us on the back of it sayin we used stuff?
You *know* how that go!
Stop doing that, y’all are violatin', straight up and down!
Word up, man, I’m sick of this shit
Y’all muthafuckas really don’t know what this hip hop is all about
So while you keep on faking the funk, we gonna keep on walkin' through the darkness, carryin' our torches
Underground will live forever, baby
We just like roaches, never dyin', always livin'...
And on that note, let's get back to the program...8 | Hip-HopRap | 31 | 3 | 1,998 | 41,552 |
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2,191 | Payback | Lloyd Banks | [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I made my flow up at the corner store
Mad niggas rapping out here, I just want it more
Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar
Bagged a hundred bitches last year, just bagged a hundred more
They hating but everything that goes comes back
Sticky green fun pack, jewelry make me hump-back
Back packers want that and they ain't bout the diamond shit
Goon gone commercial, who the fuck you think you rhyming with
I got the drama, kid, and my Obama whip
Bitches running up on my stage, Lil Mama shit
Ugh, lil' mama thick, and my time is slim
Come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot
Put the pedal to the floor, is all a nigga know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second
And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul
It’s funny how the bullshit goes, you never know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We don't take that, I’m on my letters every second
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
They crown me with the punch hat, who better?
I hit red skins, smoke green, and spit blue pepper
Benz blue leather, jet cool weather
Cool meaning hot, so I don’t need the top
Calm down, breath and stop
Start and I’mma skip your pulse
Miss my life’s the shit
Calamari, shrimp, and boats
C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast
I’mma suits em up, well I probably ain't gotta lift my toes
I shut my doors on ‘em like Jehova's witness
I done made it to the top like I said, I told you bitches
They don’t really want me they just want my riches
So motherfuck them all: friends, cousins, and sisters
You might also like[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot
Put the pedal to the floor, is all a nigga know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second
And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul
It’s funny how the bullshit goes, you never know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We don't take that, I’m on my letters every second
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
Then I’m in your ear, in her ear, amping a menage
Nigga done made the money, but never knew how it felt
In a hundred pair of pants, thats a hundred different belts
Stress kills, chronic helps, pussy just for the moment
Balling like a Hornet, see I get it, I want it
Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first
Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost
You can bring two, three, four of them, the war's won
Tick tock boom, make ‘em all run, come on son
Big talk's just talk, I let my money bark
Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start
Go, cause I don’t feel a single drop of pressure
No, eagle strap a foreign guap collector
He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight
I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot
Put the pedal to the floor, is all a nigga know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second
And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul
It’s funny how the bullshit goes, you never know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We don't take that, I’m on my letters every second2 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 6,275 |
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2,192 | Home Sweet Home | Lloyd Banks | [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley
Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
Shit lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
Cause that’s what I’ma give 'em when they land in last place
Hand right by the hammer, ain't too many seein Santa
So they wanna take my gifts, but I wrap em with the fif'
My regular scent is piff, currency, and Cashmere
You done drove your bitch away, I told her she can crash here
Yeah I’m counting paper like the cashier
Living like I’m limited, breathing like it’s my last air
My boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier
Told me if he could do it again he’d do it over
Poverty’s king cobra, squeeze your life out
Cause it's the fatalities and causalities I should write ’bout
These rappers ain’t iced out, they just fooling niggas
Running round town fakers, zirconian cubic niggas
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
Music like heroin, leave you numb the same
Play me like I’m something sweet, be apart of summer slaying
Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted
I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all guns
Cause walking where I’m from, there ain't no way around it
Home sweet home
You might also like[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You motherfuckers can rap 'til you blue in the face
You’ll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste
Throughout history they thrown shots at the greats
But I shoot back, the Lord ain't designed me for hate
I’ve never understood Martin Luther with the speech
With the whole world watching me, turn the other cheek?
Never, so there’s one left to die in the streets
Cause his long arms happen to connect with his reach
Try to kill you then, them near misses was God’s kisses
True Hollywood Story, ghetto Todd Bridges
Diff'rent Strokes that nigga broke, this nigga rich
You only read about the cars that I paddle shift
You only dream about the hoes that I dabble with
Balcony views like a postcard, imagine this
White stones, black steel, cold chrome
This city’s my doormat, bitch I'm home sweet home
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
Music like heroin, leave you numb the same
Play me like I’m something sweet, be apart of summer slaying
Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted
I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all guns
Cause walking where I’m from, there ain't no way around it
Home sweet home
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Niggas see me where you see me, shit I'm always seen
Off the Queens magazines, pissy hallway scenes
Paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
Fuck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams
Drugs for the living, Henny payment for the body
Crosses for the power, ghetto bitches for the smiley
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, whats happening?
Competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps
Keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped
Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them
Bloody heads, turn Timberlands to red bottoms
Fifty bottles just a start now that's how you do it
Carbon fiber through the Spyder playing rider music
Ain't no question of my resume, I gotta prove it
Life’s a bitch and I get blowjobs reclinin' through it
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
Music like heroin, leave you numb the same
Play me like I’m something sweet, be apart of summer slaying
Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted
I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all guns
Cause walking where I’m from, there ain't no way around it
Home sweet home1 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 13,087 |
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2,193 | So Forgetful | Lloyd Banks | [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Boy wonder, one summer I was stunting
Winter falls when I cake more, bag models and crush ‘em
I ain't never been a cuffa, my lifestyle is custom
Chromy Cartier Carrot glare keep me hustling
My lamborghini sunk in, dimes humpin in tight bikinis come when I’m out here doing something
I know it’s something for me, do you think its you?
Problem is I’m thinking her too, and your crew
A girl smooth, got a body like a spur do
And I wanna cruise, hit gears to make your soul move
I’m so cool, ice grills for my cold jewels
Make my own rules, baby I’ma finna rap in old school
She asked why should she, you think you special?
Hell fucking yeah, now come here, let me bless you
Hit yeah, no air hit you in the pretzel
And I don’t remember how I met you, so forgetful
[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you
Yea, so forgive me girl I’m so forgetful
And there’s too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you
If I don’t remember you
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Wet spots on the mattress as champagne splashes
Designer glasses, a couple backstage passes and they fine ass's
Damn how did y'all get here? How are you getting home? ’Cause a nigga gone
Get dressed quick grab her ass grab my phone
Walking out alone, smelling like chronic bag cologne
Driving home still drunk hope they don’t pull me
Cause I’m riding with the bully and it's loaded fully, feel me?
Game tight girl I ain’t a rookie, hear me?
I love the chips, treat 'em like my family
And we got a thing for the light, ball out, fall out
Do the same thing tonight, flash backs to ass claps
It’s going down long as she black jack
Weed up just to help me to snap back
The last text I got says "I missed you"
I must of missed something, so forgetful
You might also like[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you
Yea, so forgive me girl I’m so forgetful
And there’s too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you
If I don’t remember you
[Verse 3: Ryan Leslie]
Flights in planes, overseas, don't be mad, you know my steez
All at once I'll be gone, if you miss me, play this song
I'll do me, you do you
It was good girl, but we through for now
So I bet you I'll forget you
[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you
Yea, so forgive me girl I’m so forgetful
And there’s too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you
If I don’t remember you1 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 7,619 |
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2,194 | Father Time | Lloyd Banks | [Hook]
Yeah they see me moving
They gonna need to stop, drop
Off the face of Earth but, I'mma make it pop, hot
These niggas are not, now
Watch me take my spot
Got money got power and respect baby
I just hope times on my side
I've been trying all my life
Every block someones dying
Always high, here's our life, come inside
[Verse 1]
Energy's my ammunition, like AK shells
So think about that when you plan on dissing, go straight to hell
Bred to be balling since a baby kicking
I had the smell, brand new money ladies sniffing, they take a L
I take a shit on rappers all it's worth
Can't die over, must conquer the world first
Like a monster to media on my beautiful girls search
High and low I am no thing you tamper with
Made the plan you should cancel it, make examples I trample shit
Drop your hair I am cancerous, answer this, who can handle this?
Scandalous, I dismantle these ants and piss on a trucer
You think I seen the future, how I wham, quick recouper
Fire hand, wham turn a brand new man, big producer
Gift from heaven, living legend and I come from Queens
Robbing leggin' 3-5-7 in my fucking jeans
Suffering and fucked up schemes
Twin Bentleys matching beamers on a couple beams
Try my sentencing
You might also like[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Murdered half of y'all on my mixtapes
Come wrapped up in my wrath
Now I'm laughing look at your rib cage
Your ass been in a slump
Cum blasting all in your bitch face
Success is what they want
Tongue lashing will get your shit sprayed
Have it how you want, blood bath
I'm a sharpened switchblade
You'll be smiling for life
Love flashing I got the shit made
Forget where I'm at, now I passed 'em around the sixth grade
Passion for my profession outlast anyone you could name
Hood fame got me riding in wood grain
Look lame, Staten, Harlem to Brooklyn
They know I'm cooked 'caine took aim rappin would bang
I could change, but this sport ain't a good game
I'm strapping sir, back seat in the passenger, semi-auto massacre
Shopping while I laugh at you, rappers feed my appetite
Metaphors will tackle you, these niggas ain't half as nice
Playboy in my afterlife, real nigga with cash and ice
Drop the bread pass the dice, hope I crack twice
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2,196 | U Got It Bad | Usher | [Intro]
Ooh-oh
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No-ooh
[Verse 1]
When you feel it in your body, you found somebody who
Makes you change your ways like hanging with your crew
Said you act like you ready, but you don't really know
And everything in your past, you wanna let it go
[Pre-Chorus]
I've been there, done it, humped around, ha
After all that, this is what I found
Nobody wants to be alone
If you're touched by the words in this song
Then maybe...
[Chorus]
(You) You got it, you got it bad
When you're on the phone (Oh yeah), hang up and you call right back
(Oh you) You got it, you got it bad
If you miss a day without your friend, your whole life's off-track
Know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house
You don't wanna have fun, it's all you think about
You got it bad when you're out with someone
But you keep on thinking 'bout somebody else
You got it bad
See Usher LiveGet tickets as low as $188You might also like[Verse 2]
When you say that you love 'em and you really know
Everything that used to matter don't matter no more
Like my money, all my cars (You can have it all and)
Flowers, cards and candy (I do it just 'cause I'm)
Said I'm fortunate to have you, girl
I want you to know, I really adore you
All my people who know what's going on
Look at your mate, help me sing my song
Tell her, "I'm your man, you're my girl
I'm gonna tell it to the whole wide world"
Ladies, say, "I'm your girl, you're my man
Promise to love you the best I can"
[Pre-Chorus]
See, I've been there, done it, humped around
After all that, this is what I found
Everyone of y'all are just like me
It's too bad that you can't see
That you got it bad
[Chorus]
You got it, you got it bad (Hey, hey, no, no)
When you're on the phone, hang up and you call right back
You got it, ha, you got it bad
If you miss a day without your friend, your whole life's off track (Yeah)
Know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house (Oh, you're stuck)
You don't wanna have fun, it's all you think about (Look at yourself)
You got it bad when you're out with someone
But you keep on thinking 'bout somebody else (Somebody)
You got it bad
[Electric Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
You got it, you got it bad
When you're on the phone, hang up and you call right back
You got it, you got it bad
If you miss a day without your friend, your whole life's off track
Know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house
You don't wanna have fun, it's all you think about
You got it bad when you're out with someone
But you keep on thinking 'bout somebody else31 | Pop | 7 | 8 | 2,001 | 300,992 |
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2,197 | On The Double | Lloyd Banks | [Hook]
I'ma need a double, bring it on the double
A bottle each hand, I'm the fucking man
Cars double, broads double
And I don't have a girl, so I can't get in trouble
See I can do what, I can do whatever I want
Drink 'til I'm drunk and smoke my blunt
My baby outside you should hear my trunk
They gon' talk about this stunt all month
[Verse 1]
Don't nobody see y'all because we are the best
The mighty mighty Unit, blue fitted, blue vest
Watch me get 'em, who's next? Who wanna be the one?
I'm shining royal diamonds in the nightclub with my gun
Back to the money twenty four hours committed
And I'm strapped like The Mummy, you a dummy you can get it
You ain't getting nothing from me, better get it how you live it
All my days is sunny, I stay out where you visit
Rich nigga I ain't had to think all day
Cash made, Rosé, in my mink all day
I own VIP, have a drink on me
Girl we run this city that's how shit gon' be
[Hook]
I'ma need a double, bring it on the double
A bottle each hand, I'm the fucking man
Cars double, broads double
And I don't have a girl, so I can't get in trouble
See I can do what, I can do whatever I want
Drink 'til I'm drunk and smoke my blunt
My baby outside you should hear my trunk
They gon' talk about this stunt all month
You might also like[Verse 2]
Shorty say I talk a lot of shit
I told her "Fuck talking, I can back it up quick"
She seen as I'm sitting in two hundred thousand whip
And I ain't never seen a vagina I couldn't hit
I roll up like a Marley in my brand new Klum Kardi's
Lamborghini, Ferrari, when I pull up at the party
She ain't usually snotty, now she showing off her body
Flaunting them while she walking and claim that's she's riding shotty
Moet, Henny, Bacardi, have ya chasin' everybody
Outside million four-wheeled Ducati
G's, check! Bentley! Jet!
Sour on deck! Frizzy! Neck, baby!!!
[Hook]
I'ma need a double, bring it on the double
A bottle each hand, I'm the fucking man
Cars double, broads double
And I don't have a girl, so I can't get in trouble
See I can do what, I can do whatever I want
Drink 'til I'm drunk and smoke my blunt
My baby outside you should hear my trunk
They gon' talk about this stunt all month
[Outro]
I can do what, I can do whatever I want
I can do what, I can do whatever I want
I'ma need a double, bring it on the double
I'ma need a double, bring it on the double
Cars double, broads double | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | null |
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2,198 | Any Girl | Lloyd Banks | [Intro: Lloyd Banks]
[Banks:]
Uh uh uh, turn me up
[Lloyd:]
Wuddup Lloyd?
[Banks:]
Ah ah ah?
[Lloyd:]
Hahaha
[Banks:]
Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
[Lloyd:]
Long time in the making huh??
[Banks:]
I, I got em like! Like! Like!
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
L - Banks baby balla’ of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and all of ‘em ‘iz here
It don’t matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear
Tell my new one I’m leavin outta’ the side
Meet me there
Yeah
Weed and bottles everywhere
Metal fulla’ hollows
I don’t mind a petty stare
I don’t need a favor
Baby, I’m a millionaire
Got a show hopping out of the lair in Tanzania
You ain’t gettin’ nuthin’
You ain’t gettin’money
Money make a mack more
More Henney more honeys
Hunned’ dolla’ billz, fifty dolla’ billz, keep the 20’s
Dummy, I’ma’ go-getta’, bitter, old ni$$a, spitter
Gold-digger, couldn’t dig ya’self a chip
Dig ya’self a hole, told ‘em I was cold from the rip
Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi!
Hoes in my whip, Mo’(et) till I’m sick
I’m rich!
You might also like[Chorus: Lloyd] & (Lloyd Banks)
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks] & (Lloyd)
Uh
Black Beamer, blue Benz, red Bentley
Audemar's sporter y'all
All of y'all petty
Heavy metal hangin’
Chain danglin’ on me while I’m boppin’
I can, see the whole crowd watchin’ while we rockin’
Coppin’, bottle-poppin’
Pop a cork like a sport
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my rosé
“LV”s and “G”’s all over my clothes
Bank rolls everywhere Banks goes
She ain’t yours
As far as flows, mine’s like an automatic
Mack 11 or dumb dumb’ll quiet all the static
I gotta’ habit
I’m fuckin’ like an addict
Area code scattered from the way I work magic
So tragic
Nigga run up on me wrong
Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn'
Cases of white brown and bottles of the Don
The chrome, chron', and girls on my arm
It's on!
[Chorus: Lloyd] & (Lloyd Banks)
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Bridge: Lloyd]
Go shawty
Lemme’ see you go shawty
Show me all the things you do wit’ yo’ body
Baby this is yo’ party
Come and get this dough from me
Shawty!
[Chorus: Lloyd] & (Lloyd Banks)
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Outro: Lloyd Banks]
Shawty got a thang for me
She wanna’ put that thang on me
Show me what you got girl
Dough, I got a lot girl
Shawty won’t you go?
Go oh ohhhh
Shawty goo ohh ohhh
Goo oohhh yeh yehhh!2 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 6 | 2,010 | 7,030 |
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2,199 | I Don’t Deserve You | Lloyd Banks | [Intro: Jeremih]
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Ooh
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you
But don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl
From doing your thing (Doing your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you, no
I don't want to hurt you
Play with your mind
Have you running in circles, yeah
Don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It ain't even the puss' I got your mind
It's usually a one way thing but baby girl got mine
Perfection is the formula when me and her combine
Like candy to the corn and yeah you're finger-licking fine
In due time I'm sure that I can please you, squeeze you, weak knees you
Need you like you need me, and don't mislead you
Love's free but treat it wrong and pay the price
Get down on one knee, that bitch gon' leave with half your life
Man believe me, I ain't gon' feed you bad advice
Look it's easy, so don't forget to strap up tight
Ride, I'd be selfish if I kept you so (So)
I love you enough to let you go (Go)
Cause on the other hand I couldn't take it if I
Put all I got in you and someone got you naked
You work hard for money but it's harder when you make it
These chicks coming fast, here's your heart before I break it; take it
You might also like[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you
Don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl
From doing your thing (Doing your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you, no
I don't want to hurt you
Play with your mind
Have you running in circles
Don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
What type of nigga would I be to hold you up?
You need someone to hold you down
And recognize your life's fucked up
I got to shake you out my system
'Cause with the fucking and kissing
And all your emotions mixed in puts me in a tough position
Baby, what am I supposed to do?
I can't control my actions when I'm close to you
We been away too long girl we're overdue
I guess the cake ain't enough you want to eat it too
See me and you have a magnet in between that keeps pulling me closer
I'm like an addict for your scream, your fully loaded toast
Automatic with the beam, the baddest on the coast
I got to have you like the green, your swag is more than most
I got a sex drive that won't allow me to lax
Bring on the next five, look how they grind on my lap
Booty, breast, thighs keep your boy relaxed in back
And you deserve way more than that, I'll just fall back
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you
Don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl
From doing your thing (Doing your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you, no, no
I don't want to hurt you
Play with your mind (Play with your mind)
Have you running in circles
Don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
[Outro: Jeremih]
I've been thinking a long time
And wishing you were just all mine
So maybe this is the wrong time
That I deserve it, I don't deserve it
I've been thinking a long time
And wishing you were just all mine
So maybe this is the wrong time
That I deserve it, I don't deserve it, no
I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it
I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it
I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it
I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it5 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 40,309 |
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2,200 | You Can’t Stop Us Now | Nas | [Verse 1: Nas]
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on, we Superfly
Made Gucci the shit, Louie too, suits and ties
Player trophies, pray to Goldie
Picture wax museums full of Black Panth's and triple OGs
Aunt Jemina hoes, historic horse shit
Girls from long time ago, stagecoach with the horse, kid
Witchdoctors, good ol' pickpockets
Sip moonshine, so-called coons, shines, and darkies
I love y'all, pyramids to cotton fields
To Wrigley Fields, forgotten men who did get killed
Crispus Attucks, the first blasted
Peace to the rich lady purse snatcher shot in the back
I know your hunger kid, I know they hung your dad
Burnt ya mama crib, I know that hurt you bad
Minstrel shows, from gold to shackles and back to gold
We act like we home, matter of fact, we are home
Bad attitudes, octoroon skin tones
Slave food turned to soul food, collards to neck bones
Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass!
[Interlude: Eban Thomas]
As James Baldwin says:
"You can only be destroyed by believing that you really are
What the white world considers - a nigga"
You might also like[Chorus: The Last Poets]
Ohh, no matter how hard you try
You can't stop us now (oh, no matter)
No matter how, hard you try
You can't stop us now (no)
[Verse 2: Nas]
Can't be stopped
Yo, on Dateline, the other night they showed hate crimes
Gave a blood time cause he fought with his canine
Beastiality, humane society
Go to China, see how they dine, see what they eat
Better yet, ask PETA, whoever, which animal makes suede?
If not for suede, would you have survived the Dark Ages?
Cannibal ways of the ancient Caucasians
Stare you like you're steak tartar, pinot noir
David Star on the chain of Sammy Davis
He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers
Now we gettin' our papers, they try to censor the words
And stop our money comin' but you can't escape us - haters
[Chorus: The Last Poets]
Ohh, no matter how hard you try
You can't stop us now (oh, no matter)
No matter how hard you try
You can't stop us now (no)
You can't stop us now2 | Hip-Hop | 15 | 7 | 2,008 | 26,949 |
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2,201 | Sooner Or Later (Die 1 Day) | Lloyd Banks | [Intro: Lloyd Banks]
I know that sooner or later
I'm going, to meet my maker
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I never thought in the beginning I would see his fall in the end
Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends
1990s sins it was all for tha ends
Ends for the rims, rims for the Benz, Benz full of skins
'Fore you talk about money, make a mil first
You don't dig me, sig me, either kill me or get killed worse
Your song's in need of a real verse
Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church
And right after speech time, it's sparking the street crime
Niggas throwing anything at you, except a peace sign
Live by the gun, die by the gun
'Til my time come, I'mma spend time with your son
I can just see them sad when they remind you of them
Them would've did the same thing, We're confined to the slum and those that don't adapt are either blind, deaf or dumb
Spine of a squirrel, mind of a girl set to run
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Why run nigga?
It's gon' come nigga
But 'til the day it does
I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood
Outsiders get no love
You might also like[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Fishin' in a swamp in a desert, Lizard sweater
Half a billy in fives, 2 macs in da ride
They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo
Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets mumped
Ferrari still by tha projects buildin', real dot tech ill
They dumb out wit uzi’s and wheels yo
Steak’ll take meetings, beefin' too much dough — the legion
Bat in my hand — the sweet eastern
Losing money fellas, we won’t have that, better grab that
Or don’t come back, or get clapped at
Me and my vixens in tha kitchen
One sucking dick — I paid to her ass shots and sent to the Brinxton
Dons eating calamari, coke in a lawry’s jar
Never broke, hardly rob, eat with the godly’s god
Get wit the gods or get wit the mob
From Shaolin to Queens, we wild wit the beams
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Why run nigga?
It's gon' come nigga
But 'til the day it does
I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood
Outsiders get no love
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Don't blame me, blame Southside
That's what made me ma, crazy high
But I’ll spot a traitor out my lazy eye, ladies spy
I’m the one you wanna have that baby by — Maybe I'm
Better of alone, Keeps me in my zone
Nights roam, white patron, GT in my chrome
Alien phone home, ET in my throne
I achieved what they wanted, ease into they stomach
When you broke time slow, but ya weeks are numbered
And bad news keeps you weak and numb
Like when i lost my old man, Damn near threw up the whole weekend son
I shoulda listened, friends turned foe, was told so
The fo' fo' make a nigga run like Ocho - cinco
In my mink ho I'm a protege of pimpin'
Livin' for the sippin', now that they rolled away to Clinton
Marijuana shippin' Champagne lobster shrimpin'
Game trained not to listen, maintain pop the clip in
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Why run nigga?
It's gon' come nigga
But 'til the day it does
I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood
Outsiders get no love3 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | null |
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2,202 | Lil’ Ghetto Boy | Dr. Dre | [Intro]
—so, all of you Africans
All of you Africans that know how to do things that's working for other people
Y'all need to open your own business
Save your money, quit paying motherfuckers for jheri curls
Quit paying motherfuckers for perms
Save your money, start your own business
So all these little Africans will have wa— places to work
This is our future right here!
This our future right here! (Right there)
This— (The new generation is goin'! The new generation!)
Hey, I'ma tell you right now
If— If— If I have to die today, for this little African right here to have a future, I'm a dead motherfucker! (You right! Respect!)
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Wake up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck
It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the life of a G, I guess
Eses way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Uh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time
You might also like[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway]
Them say me grow up to be nothing
Look at me now and tell me what you see
I am what I am, it's only me
Little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto street
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Now I'm holding a dub, sitting on swoll
27 years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That I'll be making soon as I touch the streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right
But it ain't no thang to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed OG
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with 'cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what you wanna do?
Didn't know he had a twenty-two
Straight sitting behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that's what I get (For what?)
For trying to jack the little homies for they grip
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway]
Me learn many things from what me see from the street
The outcome of what I've come to be
Little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto street
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Something for the real OGs to get with
Some facts, made our made, now you runnin' but don't play
Like every single day, really, though
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No needing being calm if you pack right
And earning just enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they getting for?
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting for?
Seven young G's put they serve down
In a G ride, east side's where they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county with nothing but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the Pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustlin'-ass youngsta, clocking your grip
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway]
Now me finally grown as you can see, still an OG
For life and always remain to be
A little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto street
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?19 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 12 | 1,992 | 131,691 |
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2,204 | I Need a Girl (Pt. 2) | Diddy | [Intro: Diddy, Ginuwine & Mario Winans]
Yeah, is that bounce right here
Time to move on, time to be strong
Don't stop now, straight to the top now
Someone who truly understands
How to treat a man
This is what I need
[Verse 1: Diddy & Ginuwine]
Girl, you made me believe again
If you happy, then be with him
Go 'head, mami, breathe again, go 'head, mami, breathe again
Don't stop now straight to the top now
Go 'head, mami, make it hot now
I need me a love that's gon' make my heart stop now
And what I need is simple, five foot five with dimples
Potential wife credentials
Know about the life I'm into, life I been through
And how I had a triflin' mental
So ride with me, G Force, fly with me
Times get hard, cry with me, die with me
White beach sands, lie with me
My advice is forget the limelight
Let's make love, while we listen to Frank White
(This is what I need) So tight, now I understand life
You might also like[Chorus: Ginuwine with Mario Winans, & P. Diddy]
What I need (Yeah, take that), oh, baby
Is a pretty woman next to me (A pretty woman, yeah, baby)
To share the dreams that I believe (Dream with me, believe in me)
Maybe we could start a family (Start a family, baby)
Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man
This is what I need
[Verse 2: Loon with Mario Winans & Diddy]
Listen to me now, what should I say now? Come on, ma
Been a whole day, now I wanna lay 'round
And sip coladas, dipped in Prada
I'm smooth as Erik Estrada, dipped in dollars
We out in Vegas Nevada, bubble bath in the champagne glass
'Bout the size of a campaign ad
You don't know how you look to me
But if love was a crime, you'd be a crook to me
'Cause mami, I done been around the world
Seen a lot of places
Been around your girl, believe I read faces
I can tell she don't want me to prevail
But I learn my lesson watchin' Sean stressin'
So why listen to her and start guessin'?
Mami, you ain't ready to ride then start dressin'
I need a girl to receive my mom's blessin'
Confession, my love no contestin'
I need affection
Yes, I need affection, let's go Mario
[Bridge: Mario Winans]
Girl, what the hell is on your mind?
I could be dumb but I'm not blind
There's something leakin' in your mind
Don't look too good for you and me
Always getting weak
That ain't what I need, baby
[Chorus: Mario Winans with Ginuwine]
Is a pretty woman next to me (Oh, please, baby)
To share the dreams that I believe (I need a girl in my life)
Maybe we could start a family (Start a family baby)
Someone who truly understands
How to treat a man (How to treat a man)
This is what I need
[Verse 3: Diddy]
Ayo, the sun don't shine forever
But as long as we're here, then we might as well shine together
Never mind the weather, go somewhere and get our minds together
Build a love that'll last forever
So let's stop the pain, stop the rain
Put stress to rest girl, stop the games
Name the spot, mami, I got the plane
Roll through rough, I got the Range
Ma, I got some thangs, known to put rocks in rings
Pushing hundred-foot yachts and thangs
Your man don't play, have you ever been to Saint-Tropez
Or seen a brotha play a Mandolay?
Girl, I wanna just look in your eyes and watch the sunrise
No more lies, no more tears to cry
No more reasons for leavin', you, I believe in
Love you 'til the day I stop breathing
I love you, girl
[Outro: Mario Winans & Ginuwine]
This is what I need
Is a pretty woman next to me
A pretty woman next to me
To share the dreams that I believe
When I wake up in the morning
Maybe we could start a family
I wanna see your pretty face
Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man
Oh yeah, oh yeah
This is what I need
Is a pretty woman next to me
To share the dreams that I believe
Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man
This is what I need baby
Is a pretty woman next to me
Standing next to me
To share the dreams that I believe
When I wake up in the morning
Maybe we could start a family
I wanna see your pretty face, baby
Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man
Oh yeah, oh yeah
This is what I need
Is a pretty woman next to me13 | Hip-HopRap | 21 | 5 | 2,002 | 273,080 |
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2,207 | Never Forget You | Lupe Fiasco | [Hook: John Legend]
Take me to that old familiar place
Take me to memories we won’t erase
Take me to all that we had
Good and the bad
I’ll never forget you
I’ll never let you go
I’ll never forget you
I’ll always remember, I hope you know
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Let the record reflect the records we set
Best foot forward with every step
And let’s push towards it, never regress
And let’s remember, if ever we get
Down, the places that we came from ’round
And all the good times on the bad side of town
The upside of bad, flip it upside down
Came from the bottom but we up high now
Believe, and from this view we achieved
We looked back at the rules we received
And how we broke those, dismantled and rewrote those
And the ghost still alive in the photos
Sounds of the summer, day and go wise
Cold wind blowin’ through a city on fire
Moments of the past, came here to find you
Not to relive them, just to remind you
You might also like[Hook: John Legend]
Take me to that old familiar place
Take me to memories we won’t erase
Take me to all that we had
Good and the bad
I’ll never forget you
I’ll never let you go
I’ll never forget you
I’ll always remember, I hope you know
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
And let the evidence show, the future’s so bright
It’s never been more, not like tonight
We walk into the glow, right into the light
The past all around us, the time of our life
The first love kisses, the broke heart disses
This is just like a first-class ticket
Back, to the first written rap
The crumbled-up paper and the pen with no cap
The hand-me-down clothes and the unturned hat
The hookers on the corner and the kids sellin’ crack
The needles in the yard where we used to play catch
Stories from the project we could never go at
Or to, these are shades of my youth
Trials of a child, everything truth
Moments of the past, comin’ back to find us
Not to relive them, just to remind us
[Hook: John Legend]
Take me to that old familiar place
Take me to memories we won’t erase
Take me to all that we had
Good and the bad
I’ll never forget you
I’ll never let you go
I’ll never forget you
I’ll always remember, I hope you know
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Everything cherished, remembered in my heart
So you will never perish, you will never part
I tell ‘em all about you, drummin’ in the park
We put you in the ground, but I see you in the stars
Go’n, take a bow, a round of applause
The best dad ever, always ready we are
Love always shines, that’s how I’ll find you
In case you forgot, I hope this reminds you
[Hook: John Legend]
Take me to that old familiar place
Take me to memories we won’t erase
Take me to all that we had
Good and the bad
I’ll never forget you
I’ll never let you go
I’ll never forget you
I’ll always remember, I hope you know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...10 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 3 | 2,011 | 43,472 |
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2,208 | Much More | Lupe Fiasco | [Verse 1]
I gave you honesty on my first joint
And y'all all came out
I showed you what change 'bout
Unroll your blunts, pour your champagne out
Dullers of the pain, so you can plainly see
The black man pain I campaign 'bout
God willing 'fore I wane, I take a champion route
Before I throw a bout: I'll walk out the game
While my fans in the stands is chanting my name out, Lupe
Uh, and it's going to be PPV, won't be back for free
Gone need scratch to see me rematch with me
My greatest enemy, is my inner me
So I take this urge and give you Revenge of the Nerd: Fahrenheit 1-15, uh
Yeah, and you know I fight the feeling
Box so I can shop, sometime it doesn't register
So I return to the ring, like Return of the King
With the habit of a hobbit it makes it hard to drop it
I'm a klepto stealing
And it gets the best
Just when I guess that I left those leanings
I be back on post in a trench coat scheming
[Chorus]
Much is more what we got in store
Just believe me, (than they can ever see)
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
You might also like[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah, uh
So I get back into my stance, revert to my dance
With a shirt full of pants
And my accomplice got a purse full of pants
A pocket full of purses, with no intent to purchase in the plans
And we rehearsed it 'til it's perfect
Just to dodge the searchers of the man
Just to surface outside, then return of all the merch to stay
In the service of the perfect understand, uh, yeah
And I boost myself
So from the coal car to the caboose I'm felt
From the rear to the engineer
From the L to the Underground Railroad
From the redline to the TGV
A champion fighter for whom the bell tolls, L-U-P
Little engine from the hood, the hustler in me
Known to hit the track like John Henry
Just give me my glasses
My eight ounce Everlastes' and a Michael Buffer entry
Shoplifter, tag switcher
That's me, nigga I'm back with ya, uh
[Interlude]
Championship is here, yeah
F&F is here
1st & 15 is here
Madison street, we back in here
Chi-town is here
Lupe Fiasco
Fahrenheit 1/15
Revenge of the Nerds
Part II
Can we bring the hook back
Bring my girl Yummy back
Know what I'm saying, let 'em know that we still rolling
Know what I'm talking 'bout
[Chorus]5 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 1 | 2,006 | 11,138 |
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2,209 | I’m a Slave 4 U | Britney Spears | [Intro]
I know I may be young, but I’ve got feelings too
And I need to do what I feel like doing
So let me go and just listen
[Verse 1]
All you people look at me like I’m a little girl
Well, did you ever think it'd be okay for me to step into this world?
Always saying, "Little girl, don’t step into the club"
Well, I’m just tryna find out why, 'cause dancing’s what I love, yeah (Now watch me)
[B-Section]
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, whoa (Do you like it?)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
(This feels good)
[Verse 2]
I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy
But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy
What’s practical? What's logical? What the hell, who cares?
All I know is I’m so happy when you’re dancing there
[Chorus]
I’m a slave for you
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I’m a slave for you
I won’t deny it, I’m not tryna hide it
You might also like[Refrain]
Baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place
Oh, baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (Are you ready?)
Leaving behind my name and age (Let's go)
[Break]
Like that
You like it?
Yeah
Now watch me
[B-Section]
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, whoa (Do you like it?)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
(This feels good)
[Bridge]
I really wanna dance tonight with you (I just can’t help myself)
I really wanna do what you want me to (I just feel I let myself go)
I really wanna dance tonight with you (I wanna see you move)
I really wanna do what you want me to (Uh, uh, uh)
[Refrain]
Baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place
Oh, baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (Are you ready?)
Leaving behind my name and age
[Chorus]
I’m a slave for you (Like that)
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I’m a slave for you (It just feels right, it just feels good)
I won’t deny it, I’m not tryna hide it, baby
[B-Section]
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, whoa
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
(It's just you and me)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, whoa
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
[Chorus]
I’m a slave for you (Here we go now)
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I’m a slave for you (Here we go)
I won’t deny it, I’m not tryna hide it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Like that13 | Pop | 24 | 9 | 2,001 | 99,518 |
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2,210 | Cadillac on 22's | David Banner | [Intro]
It's gon be aight though
This one's for you, yeah
Cadillac's on 22s
Pimp my voice and mack these beats
Pray to the to the Lord for these Mississippi streets
[Refrain x2]
Cadillac's on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice and mack these beats
Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets
[Verse 1]
God I know that we pimp, God I know that we wrong
God I know I should talk about more in all my songs
I know these kids are listening, I know I'm here for a mission
But it's so hard to get em when 22" rims are glistening
I know these walls are talking, Lord I want to do right
I tried to fight but these demons they come to me at night
Like my Momma, my Daddy, my girl and all my boys
I lost Michelle but I guess I still got Dwayne and Roy
My cousin Sweets, Mama Lena and Jason
Lord I'm praying for SWAC, my heart is steady pacing
Keep him off them drugs, far away from thugs
He's still my hero but just a shell, man of what he was
Yeah smoke and get a buzz, but God I hear you calling
And shit wrong with balling, but my soul is just steady falling
In to sex and the debt, into an Earthly jail
God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell
You might also like[Refrain]
[Verse 2]
Lord they hung Andre Jones
Lord they hung Raynard Johnson
Lord I want to fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord please just tell me something
My folks still dumping my music bumping but I feel nothing
My heart is steady pumping, my heart is steady breaking
Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man I'm so sick of taking
Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is hell and just a place for us to learn
Bout your love, your will and grace
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the first place
Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come home this world right here feeling so dark
It's feeling so cold, Lord I'm getting so old
I don't if I can take this world right here no more
22 inch rims on the 'Lac
I guess that was your footprint in the sand carrying us on your back
[Refrain]6 | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,003 | 16,601 |
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2,211 | The Genesis | Nas | [Produced by Faith N & Nas]
[Skit 1]
[Nas]
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was 12, I went to...
[Hector]
And you're sitting at home doing this shit
I should be earning a medal for this
Stop fuckin' around and be a man
There ain't nothin' out here for you
[Zoro]
Oh yes, there is... This
[Skit 2]
[Jungle]
Yo, Nas, yo, what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son?
You might also like[Nas]
Chill, chill! That's the shit, God, chill
[AZ]
Ayo, yo, pull down the shade, man
Let's count this money, nigga
Ayo, Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there!
You know what I'm sayin'?
‘Cause we spendin' the Jacksons
You know how we get down, baby
[Nas]
True, true
[Jungle]
Nas, yo, Nas, man
Shit is mad real right now in the projects
For a nigga, yo, word to mother
All them crab-ass rappers be comin' up to me
Man, word to mother, man
I think we need to let them niggas know it's real, man
[Nas]
True indeed, knamsayin'?
But when it's real you doin' this
Even without a record contract, knamsayin'?
[AZ]
No question
[Nas]
Been doing this since back then
[AZ]
I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gon' keep it real
We tryin' to see many mansions and Coupes, kid
[Nas]
No doubt, we gon' keep it real, true, true
[Jungle]
Ayo, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at, man?
Takin' niggas a long time, man
[Nas]
Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessy
[AZ]
Ayo, dunn
C'mon, c'mon, man, stop wavin' that, man!
Stop pointin' that at me, dunn, take the clip out!
[Nas]
Nigga, alright, but take this Hennessy, man!
[AZ]
I'm sayin' take the clip, man, c'mon, take it out!
[Nas]
Light them Phillies up, man!
Niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies, man
Light some Phillies up then!
[Jungle]
Pass that henrock, pass that henrock!
Nigga, act like you know!
[AZ]
Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fuckin' with you, nigga
[Nas]
I'm saying though, man
[AZ]
What is it, what is it, baby?
[Jungle]
What is it, son, what is it?
[AZ]
You know what time it is
[Nas]
I'm saying, man, you know what I'm saying?
Niggas don't listen, man
Representin', it's Illmatic39 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 4 | 1,994 | 244,746 |
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2,213 | You | Plies | [Hook: Tank]
You! {You)
Thinking about me! (Thinking about me)
Sucking on you! (Sucking on you)
You sucking on me! (Can you do it for me babe?
Me! (Me)
Thinking about you! (Thinking about you)
Cumming on me! (Cumming on me baby)
Me cumming on you! (Come on sugar, yeah)
[Verse 1: Plies]
I don't wanna be cute, tonight I want to get nasty
Let me drop this mayonnaise, baby, in your salad
Slide your hand in my pants if you want to grab it
Bet as soon as you touch it, you call me "big" daddy
Want to lick all over you before I let you have it
Hold your legs open for me so I can really pack it
I'm already rock hard, you ain't got to jack it
Bet the tip of this tongue make you really like it
Picture us on the floor with no clothes on
You eating me, I'm eating you, shit we both grown
Let you ride me tonight off your favorite song
Tonight a special night, baby a freak is born
[Hook: Tank]
You! (You)
Thinking about me! (Thinking about me)
Sucking on you! (Sucking on you)
You sucking on me! (Can you do it for me babe?)
Me! (Me)
Thinking about you! (Thinking about you)
Cumming on me! (Cumming on me baby)
Me cumming on you! (Come on sugar, yeah)
You might also like[Verse 2: Plies]
Let me cut a hole right in the middle of your panties
Put a peep-hole right on top your candy
I'mma have you moaning win you a Grammy
I'm a goon little momma but I like it fancy
See, sucking all on you is what gets you all ancy
Seeing how a goon moves, got you want to chance me
After I rip you tonight you might want to ban me
Your friend wanted me too, thats why she can't stand me
It's your print in your jeans what got my attention
A real nigga in your life is all you missing
Ain't nobody like me baby, I'm my competition
Bet when you walk out the door in the morning you leave with me
[Hook: Tank]
You! {You)
Thinking about me! (Thinking about me)
Sucking on you! (Sucking on you)
You sucking on me! (Can you do it for me babe?)
Me! (Me)
Thinking about you! (Thinking about you)
Cumming on me! (Cumming on me baby)
Me cumming on you! (Come on sugar, yeah)
[Verse 3: Plies]
If you want to we could just tease each other
Get drunk. Get naked and lay under cover
Let me peek at her first before I go any further
Stick my finger in yo mouth before I even touch her
Ain't got to put it in, we could just hunch each other
See if I could make you nut without even fucking you
Feel me pushing up against you, then go on and rub him
Now you mad you want to fuck, I could tell how you cussing
Just a couple minutes ago, you wasn't fucking nothing
Now you pressing up against me because that pussy gushing
Got you squirming all over, now I got you touching
Baby crunked up, now we sucking and fucking
[Hook: Tank]
You! {You)
Thinking about me! (Thinking about me)
Sucking on you! (Sucking on you)
You sucking on me! (Can you do it for me babe?)
Me! (Me)
Thinking about you! (Thinking about you)
Cumming on me! (Cumming on me baby)
Me cumming on you! (Come on sugar, yeah) | Rap | 7 | 8 | 2,007 | 11,518 |
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2,217 | Black Friday | Lil’ Kim | [Intro: Angie Martinez, Nicki Minaj, and Lil' Kim]
It’s funny 'cause, you know, we've been asking people what they wanted to know
I mean, clearly, you've been having this thing with Kim
And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper
And I'm thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming
Even though you say it's not specifically about her, that "Roman's Revenge" is for Kim
Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window, and you gotta be careful when you pick fights
And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know—
Shut the fuck up!
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck want war?
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It'll be a murder scene
I'm turnin' Pink Friday to Friday the 13th
A'ight, you Lil' Kim clone clown
All this buffoonery, the shit stops now
Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds
I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage
We all know your last name's what got you your job
You's a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage
Since you puttin' on a show, you gon' get the applause
Clap, clap, lift your frame like a fucking garage, yeah
This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for
This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for
I'm still countin' what Hardcore generated
Bet my shit keep spinnin' like it's syndicated
Corny broad, I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated
You hot air ass bitch, should have been deflated
This ain't a championship fight, I've been the greatest
See, the fact is what you doing, I did it
Lames tryna clone my style and run with it
That's cool, I was the first one with it
You's a Lil' Kim wanna be, you just hate to admit it
I'm the blueprint, you ain't nothin' brand new
Check your posters and videos, you'll always be number two
I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still, I remain
Sweetie, you goin' on your fourteenth minute of fame
I'm over ten years strong still running the game
Cut the comparisons, I'm in the legendary lane
Fighting for a spot, child, please, I'm solidified
With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried
Either you're high or sippin' that shit Wayne on
I get top dollar for whatever my name on
Go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm
I drop bombs, Flex, napalms
Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto
Giuseppe's when I step out, posted up in stilettos
Pussy so pink, like my kitty sayin', "Hello"
If I whistle, they'll pistol whip you in all five boroughs
I'm from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably
Now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me?
You're the type to run your mouth and then run from me
I'm poppin' off in your hood with no company
Come on, Queens ain't showin' you no love
I was there the other night, poppin' bottles with the thugs
You're like Washington, heffer, I'm Benji
You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy
Oh, yeah, welcome to the fam, Fendi
You need to stop, you're not hot, you're a burnin' match
That means the end is near soon, copy that?
Oh, I see, they really got you gassed like I'm a thing of the past
Better slow down, dummy, you 'bout to crash
Stank pussy ho, I'm givin' you a bath
Thermometer in hand and I'm comin' for your ass, ha
Who you think you gettin' past?
I see right through you, your whole shit is made of glass
You might also like[Verse 2]
I draw back, I'm a Brooklyn thorough bitch, rep for my borough, bitch
Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit
I ride out 'til the wheels fall off
And my niggas squeeze 'til the last shell go off
Fuck your whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdos
You's an airhead bitch, scarecrow
Ha, ain't nothin old but my money, bitch
Ha, this is grown liquid assets
Benjamin's my daddy, you Young Money bastards
You and Diddy, sorry bunch of swagger jackers
I mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my income taxes
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great
So on my next move, I'm yellin', "Checkmate"
I smell a massacre
Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her
Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin' like lunch to me
'Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy
Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy
You're hilarious, thanks for all the laughs
You're garbage, so I'm takin' out the trash
You, shit on me? Come on, baby girl
Ain't enough ass shots in the world
You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new shit
But you could never fuck with me so chuck it up, deuces
All around the world, I ball like a ball team
I stack chips, call me Mrs Rothstein
Tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, you're my offspring
Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring
[Outro: Lil Kim mocking Nicki Minaj]
I mean, I know, I know you guys asked me if "Roman’s Revenge" was about Kim
And no I, it’s not about Kim
Actually, if Kim thought it was about her, I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry, I apologize, Kim
I don’t know, I just had temporary insanity, I lost my teeth and my mind...25 | Rap | 14 | 2 | 2,011 | 162,230 |
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2,226 | Fuck You! | Slim Thug | [Verse 1: Slim Thug]
As is, I ain't changing for you suckers
If you ain't fucking with me, fuck ya
And if you ain't feeling how I feel, fuck ya
You bitches ain't paying my bills, so fuck ya
I’m a Boss, hogg outlaw, riding for my clique
Or you can ride with us or eat a sick dick
I tell it how it is, them niggas speak fiction
I gotta keep it real, that shit is an addiction
So open up ya ears, all ya gotta do is listen
Then every time you see me, I’ma pull the description
If I say I got a Bentley than that bitch outside
If I say the watch 50, ask my jeweler if I lie
Thug boss bitch
[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck, if I do it’s fuck you
If you don’t like what a nigga do, fuck you
That shit you niggas talking ain't true, fuck you
We got our money right nigga, what you wanna do
I don’t give a fuck, if I do it’s fuck you
If you don’t like what a nigga do, fuck you
That shit you niggas talking ain't true, fuck you
We got our money right nigga, what you wanna do
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I don’t give a fuck, if I do, it’s fuck you
Running threw these hoes like Maurice Jones Drew
Life on the edge, I want my jumpsuit
My hoes keep their mouth closed like they suck glue
Weezy in this bitch, Thugga I got ya
I’m all up in they face like the fucking eye doctor
Fuck with me wrong turn ya brains into pasta
Double barrel punk, it look like nostrils
Real nigga status, real nigga period
You a real nigga, now that’s a conspiracy
Young money shit, you gon need some artillery
Science class nigga, me and money got chemistry
You might also like[Hook]
[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
Ain't no punchlines in my rhymes I’m like this and like that
Its just 36 lines of straight facts
Okay I take that back, 36 lines of crack
Now that's a brick hard nigga can you buy that
Try that
Is that shit that you rap about real?
Okay tell me this, how many niggas you done killed?
Okay, tell me this, is your clique really trill
Or you just get gassed on, these pay the bills
The niggas tell the truth what would they be saying
Be caught up in the streets and be like I was just playing
That's why they get robbed or set up for the slam
I’ma be me even when I’m verse laying
[Hook]1 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 11 | 2,010 | 6,545 |
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2,227 | Hello | Eminem | [Refrain]
Hello (Hello)
Allow me to introduce myself (Myself)
My name is Shady
It's so nice to meet you (It's so nice to meet you)
It's been a long time (Long time)
I'm sorry I've been away so long (So long)
My name is Shady
I never meant to leave you (I never meant to leave you)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
You see that chick in the gym, checking me out?
Any second I'm 'bout to stick her neck in my mouth
I lose a pill and I'm recklessly wreckin' the house
That was supposed to be breakfast, where the heck is it now?
There's the necklace I lost, right next to Stephanie's blouse
Man, I should check to see if my mom left any out
Nope, guess I'll re-route
Maybe somewhere in the depths of the couch
Oh, jackpot, yeah—open sesame, mouth
Down the hatch, and the feeling—you can't match it
I rap-tat-tap on your door with a damn ratchet
Attack-tack-tacking a whore with a damn hatchet
A knapsack packed with like forty-some Xanaxes
Shorty, come back, I'm tryna score me some lapdances
I'm 'bout to relapse, so, baby, pour me some Jack Daniel's
Formula 44D and 40s with bad capsules
The bad apple spoils the bunch, I'm back at ya
You might also like[Chorus 1]
Girl, I don't mean any harm
All I wanted to do is just say hello
And are you menstruating, baby?
My little friend's waiting to say hello
The way your titties are wigglin'
And your booty's shakin' like jello
Girl, I don't mean any harm
All I wanted to do is just say hello, yeah
[Verse 2]
My equilibrium's off—must be the lithium
I don't need to buy any drugs, man—people give me 'em
It just becomes everyday, extra-curriculum
No reason in particular—it was strictly fun
A fifth of rum and two bottles of 151
Fifty-one people asleep in my damn living room
Excuse me, hun, but what is your name? Vivian?
I woke up next to you naked, and, uh, did we, um?
Of course, we did, but didn't I strap Jimmy, hun?
I'm looking for the torn wrapper, but there don't seem to be one
No offense, baby girl, I don't mean any harm
But disease is something I'm trying to keep my penis free from
I find the package, and I'm cool—I immediately run
Like Speedy Gon-zales to see if I see anyone
Who might have a couple of 3's—I'm fiending for some
My head is pounding to the beat of the drum
[Chorus 2]
Girl, I don't mean any harm
All I wanted to do is just say hello
And do you happen to have anything on you
To make my mood mellow?
Some are oval and some are pink
Some are blue and some are just yellow
Girl, I don't mean any harm
All I wanted to do is just say hello
[Verse 3]
Oh, those were the days, they certainly were
It's hurting me to know that I'll be closing that curtain for good
Word-word, chk-word-word, chk-word, chk-chk-word
I second that and I third, rushed to emergency surgery
To try to flush me because of the drugs that he purchased
He's no longer getting them free—hundred bucks for these Percodans
Plus, it's getting to be where he'll lustfully search the den
Pain is hitting his knee and his muscles be hurtin' him
Tirelessly on the phone trying to rustle up
Muscle relaxers for his back and a couple of Paxils
Now he's doubling backwards, and he's stumbling back
Slipped and fell, hit his back, boom, heard something go crack
Now he's up in the bathroom like he's busting a nap
Almost ended it that soon because of the fact
I'm just busting my own chops while I'm busting a rap
Resuscitated and rejuved, so fuck it, I'm back
[Chorus 2]
Girl, I don't mean any harm
All I wanted to do is just say hello
And do you happen to have anything on you
To make my mood mellow?
Some are oval and some are pink
Some are blue and some are just yellow
Girl, I don't mean any harm
All I wanted to do is just say hello
[Refrain]
And so I'm saying, "Hello" (Hello)
Allow me to introduce myself (Myself)
My name is Shady
It's so nice to meet you (It's so nice to meet you)
It's been a long time (Long time)
I'm sorry I've been away so long (So long)
My name is Shady
I never meant to leave you (I never meant to leave you)
[Outro]
Yeah, it's like starting over
Clean slate
Ha70 | Rap | 15 | 5 | 2,009 | 235,346 |
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2,228 | Love Lockdown | Kanye West | [Verse 1]
I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
What I had to do, had to run from you
I'm in love with you, but the vibe is wrong
And that haunted me, all the way home
So you never know, never, never know
Never know enough, 'til it's over love
'Til we lose control, system overload
Screaming, "No, no, no, n-nooo!"
I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
See, I wanna move, but can't escape from you
So I keep it low, keep a secret code
So everybody else don't have to know
[Chorus]
So keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown
Keeping your love lockdown, your love lockdown
Now keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown
Now keep your love lockdown, you lose
[Verse 2]
I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
I can't keep my cool, so I keep it true
I got something to lose, so I gotta move
I can't keep myself and still keep you too
So I keep in mind, when I'm on my own
Somewhere far from home, in the danger zone
How many times did I tell you 'fore it finally got through?
You lose, you lose
I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
See I had to go, see I had to move
No more wasting time, you can't wait for life
We're just racin' time, where's the finish line?
You might also like[Chorus]
So keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown
Keeping your love lockdown, your love lockdown
Now keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown
Now keep your love lockdown, you lose
[Verse 3]
I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
I bet no one knew, I got no one new
Know I said I'm through, but got love for you
But I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to
Gotta keep it goin', keep the loving goin'
Keep it on the roll, only God knows
If I be with you, baby, I'm confused
You choose, you choose
I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
Where I wanna go, I don't need you
I've been down this road too many times before
I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
[Chorus]
So keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown
Keeping your love lockdown, your love lockdown
Now keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown
Now keep your love lockdown, you lose
[Outro]
You lose, you lose
You lose, you lose
[Produced by Kanye West & Jeff Bhasker]80 | Hip-HopRap | 18 | 9 | 2,008 | 489,367 |
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2,229 | Hollywood Divorce | OutKast | [Chorus: André 3000]
Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And I'm a star
Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I really think they're stealing from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like hammers home
The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
Oh, but you right if you just put a little ice on
And cut your mic on but you don't even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python, I meant Cobra
I'm so not sober, I'm high like a Hollywood
Coffee or soda, you can call me a roller
Hold up, your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it?
Bling bling, I know and did you know
I'm the creator of the term, I just straightened the perm
They let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn
Make a movie of our lifestyle, but they earn
Like a dead body burned on the mantle piece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
And I be's the little nigga, cooler than anti-freeze
Defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne, don't make me none
So that's why I got a pre-nup
I do
You might also like[Chorus: André 3000]
Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
[Verse 2: André 3000]
Yeah, Yeah
A is for Adamsville
B is for Bowen Homes
See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I don't
If she ain't got a good head on her, leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her, let her sing a song
D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer
But she keep coming back three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act
Now that I've got your undivided attention, I'm
Gonna say this and run under condition one
Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball
Promise me you'll invest three fourth of it all
For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
Can't get with it? Get, get, get, get, get on your knees
'Cause wealth is the word
Rich is round the corner from the curb
Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
(Starts off)
Tenth grade, the way was paved for me and Dre to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and crafts
Now could we make ah a difference
Antwan Patton and André Benjamin
Been jammin' for you crabbing rap niggas and journalists
That's quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed
Part two the sequel all new 'Kast
Just ain't the same gang of nerds on the internet
Slandering your name behind that screen name
They're lame and their life is pretty plain
M&M's with no nuts
Won't show up face-to-face straight bitch made
Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin' to plot
Or these niggas on the block who want the queen
(Nigga please)
But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it
But God don't make mistakes must be something bigger waiting
[Chorus: André 3000]
Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
I do, love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, it's game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife?
To love her and cherish her for all your life?
I solemnly swear to dare share and take you there
And me and you together, baby, we a lucky pair
It's been a long time, we walked a thin line
Others say they got you but you been mine
As I sit back and watch all them cat fights
Domestic violence — is that right?
But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now I'm growin' up, showin' up, blowin' up
I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now it's so messy straight cut out and left me
[Outro: André 3000 & Snoop Dogg]
Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin' about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But it's cool
We just keep it goin' and make new shit
Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame
And then they kick us to the curb that's a cold thang13 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 11 | 2,006 | 68,942 |
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2,233 | Baby by Me | 50 Cent | [Chorus: 50 Cent]
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire
[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, oh (see what I mean)
I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on)
Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean
See what I mean, come see what I mean, come on
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
First is her neck, yeah, then her back
Me I'm a freak, I get into all that
Girl, I'll perform for ya like a porno star
'Til you've had enough then I just need a little bit more
New music, new mood, new position
New erotic sounds, it's going down, now listen
I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin'
I could paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'd get ya
I’d work that, murk that, just the way you like it, baby
Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we be moving as fast as a Nascar rides
Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now
You could feel every inch of it when we intimate
I use my tongue, baby, a little sprung maybe
I had your head spinning saying ''50 so crazy''
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Bridge: Ne-yo]
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, oh (see what I mean)
I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on)
Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean
(See what I mean) Come see what I mean, come see what I mean
[Chorus: 50 Cent & (Ne-Yo)]
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (oh)
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (come see what i mean)
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh)
Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh)
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh)
Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire (Yeah, yeah, oh)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Girl, I want you to give me what you got then give me more
Baby, you could start on top or all-fours
You know I like it when you get in to it
Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel a rush from my touch
Get intoxicated, drunk off my love, call it Hennessy thug
Passion, you laughin', I make you smile on the regular
Tell me what you want, shawty, and that's what I'mma get to ya
Yo, I need you to be what I need more than liquor and weed
I need you to maybe give me a seed
I need you to give me a reason to breathe
I need you, I'm telling you so now you know what I need
I'll be your part time or full time lover, significant other
Don’t matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter
Girl, you could get it however you wanna get it
I’m feeling you, still I'm feeling you right now, I'mma get it
[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, oh (see what I mean)
I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on)
Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean
(See what I mean) Come see what I mean, come see what I mean
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire
(Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off)
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
(Want me to break you off, I'll break you off)
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire10 | Hip-HopRap | 10 | 9 | 2,009 | 74,014 |
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2,234 | Sorry, Blame It On Me | Akon | [Intro]
As life goes on
I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility
And I realize that everything I do
Is affecting the people around me
So I wanted to take this time out
To apologize for things that I've done
And things that haven't occured yet
And things that they don't want to take responsibility for
[Verse 1]
I'm sorry for the times that I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I'm sorry for the times that I had to go
I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know
That you were sitting home, just wishing we
Could go back to when it was just you and me
I'm sorry for the times I would neglect
I'm sorry for the times I disrespect
I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done
I'm sorry I'm not always there for my sons
I'm sorry for the fact that I'm not aware
That you can't sleep at night when I am not there
Because I'm in the streets like every day
I'm sorry for the things that I did not say
Like how you are the best thing in my world
And how I'm so proud to call you my girl
See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $345You might also like[Chorus]
I understand that there's some problems and I'm not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you, even though you might not show
If I can't apologize for being wrong, then it's just a shame on me
I'll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me
[Verse 2]
I'm sorry for the things that he put you through
And all the times you didn't know what to do
I'm sorry that you had to go and sell those bags
Just tryin' to stay busy 'til you heard from Dad
When you would rather be home with all your kids
As one big family with love and bliss
And even though pops treated us like kings
He got a second wife and you didn't agree
He got up and left you there all alone
I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own
I'm sorry that I went and added to your grief
I'm sorry that your son was once a thief
I'm sorry that I grew up way too fast
I wish I would've listened and not be so bad
I'm sorry that your life turned out this way
I'm sorry that the feds came and took me away
[Chorus]
I understand that there are some problems and I'm not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you, even though you might not show
If I can't apologize for being wrong, then it's just a shame on me
I'll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me (Oh yeah)
Said you could put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me
[Verse 3]
I'm sorry that it took so long to see
That they were dead wrong tryna put it on me
I'm sorry that it took so long to speak
But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani
I'm sorry for the hand that she was dealt
For the embarrassment that she felt
Just a little young girl tryin' to have fun
Her daddy should've never let her out that young
I'm sorry for Club Zen getting shut down
I hope they manage better next time around
How was I to know she was underage?
In a 21-and-older club they say
Why doesn't anybody wanna take blame?
Verizon backed out, disgracing my name
I'm just a singer tryin' to entertain
Because I love my fans I'll take that blame
[Outro]
Even though the blame's on you
Even though the blame's on you
Even though the blame's on you
I'll take that blame from you
And you can put that blame on me (On me)
And you can put that blame on me
You can put that blame on me (Blame's on me)
And you can put that blame on me (Blame's on me)
And you can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me46 | Hip-HopRap | 17 | 7 | 2,007 | 335,506 |
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2,236 | Yesterday | The Beatles | [Verse 1]
Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
[Verse 2]
Suddenly
I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday came suddenly
[Bridge]
Why she had to go
I don't know, she wouldn't say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday
[Verse 3]
Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
[Bridge]
Why she had to go
I don't know, she wouldn't say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday
You might also like[Verse 3]
Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
[Outro]
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, hmm-hmm94 | Pop | 13 | 9 | 1,965 | 2,150,679 |
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2,238 | Sabotage | Beastie Boys | [Verse 1]
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'ma set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rocking when I'm in here
'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm telling y'all, it's sabotage
[Verse 2]
So, so, so, so listen up, 'cause you can't say nothing
You'll shut me down with a push of your button
But, yo, I'm out, and I'm gone
I'll tell you now, I keep it on and on
[Verse 3]
'Cause what you see, you might not get
And we can bet, so don't you get souped yet
Scheming on a thing, that's a mirage
I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage
[Pre-Chorus]
Why?
(Our backs are now against the wall)
You might also like[Chorus]
Listen, all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen, all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen, all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen, all y'all, it's a sabotage
[Verse 4]
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'ma set it straight, this Watergate
But I can't stand rocking when I'm in this place
Because I feel disgrace because you're all in my face
But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be? It's a mirage
You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage29 | Punk | 28 | 1 | 1,994 | 227,775 |
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2,247 | Big Nut Bust | Big Sean | [Hook]
Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me?
Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
L-l-look now, bitch, look down
Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then
Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now
How I look now? Bitch, look down
[Verse 1]
Okay she wobbledee, wobbledee, drah-droppily, droppily
Got her legs in a angle, that shit just look like isosceles
I got 80 carats on because I make all that broccoli
Got her camera phone pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, don't you be poppin me
N-Now eay-eay, we hot, we hot
At the bar givin' away more shots than G.I., G.I
Your girlfriend is all on my D-I, D-I, you know, you know, B-I, B-I-G
[Hook]
Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me?
Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
L-l-look now, bitch, look down
Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then
Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now
How I look now? Bitch, look down
[Verse 2]
These hoes crazy, all their jackets should be straighted
And my nigga sold 'caine, he ain't need no old lady
Okay, she is from Venus, I bet I make it to Uranus
I mean, I, really dont give a fuck about
Your thinkers, okay now woah 'dere hold 'dere
Now, hold up them hoes there is on my whoa, there
Cause I'm luckily gettin' green up and down
Left and right, I'm a fucking clover
I am V12 rippin, you know how I roll there
B-Big tank rollay, horses in my motor, I was a
See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Hook]
Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me?
Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
L-l-look now, bitch, look down
Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then
Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now
How I look now? Bitch, look down
[Verse 3]
I walk up in this bitch feelin like the fuckin' man
I might take yo bitch and make her fuck my mans
I'm who to fuck, if you fuckin' can
Fuck this dick ho, fuck as you plan
Fuck fuck fuck, you can fuck your friends
Hold up, I got another "fuck you" again
I'm a little off like a touch up while you gettin' butt fucked
Jacking off to two girl shittin in one cup
I am with two girls, sippin on one cup
VIP and I got one truck, and
I got weed that'll cough yo lungs up
Forklift liftin' my nuts up, because
It's going, to be, a very, big nut bust (SPLASH)
[Hook]
Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me?
Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
L-l-look now, bitch, look down
Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then
Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now
How I look now? Bitch, look down1 | Unknown | 31 | 8 | 2,010 | 17,576 |
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2,248 | The Artistic Integrity | Wale | [George Costanza]
Okay, uh, look. If you wanna just keep doing the same old thing, maybe this idea is not for you. I for one am not going to compromise my artistic integrity. And I'll tell you something else, this is the show. And we're NOT gonna change it
[Wale]
Never will I ever utter never to myself
Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf
I never back up like Cleo Lemon on myself
Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out
When life gets sour know I still devour
I remember Peabody mice crawling up the shower
Now it's motorbikes, warm nights out in Maui
And white bitches and light skinned women be smilin'
DC star, a PG legend
MoCo phenomenon holmes I'm all of it
Yeah, they all love it though critique Jon Lovitz
And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public
See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change
If you never do, still niggas look at you strange
Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news
Once you made it you cool, they label you brand new
Really in subconscious
They see a star no longer the underdog
So nobody wanna walk with ya
They all talk like you think you was a god n'shit
But you the same that you always is
Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit
This all be different if you had an office key, yeah
And I'm the same, on e'erything I love, or everything I love
Please pardon my integrity
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Seinfeld]
What were you thinking? What was going on in your mind? "Artistic Integrity"?
Wh-where did you come up with that? You're not artistic, and have no integrity
You know you really need some help, a regular psychiatrist couldn't even help you
[Wale]
Check it, so, my chin's high like a Japanese pilot
They frontin', they Charles S. Dutton movin' garbage
And what you callin' that so-called hard shit?
None like me, like I, founded a convent
To contend my content I'm on ends meet like a vegetable omelette, see?
So the more you see, it's few niggas speakin' like me
So they put me in the box with he, and he
And them which is more of a circus than a fair
They work to get there so to work to get theirs
I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror
Respect still there but ya boy's right here
We apples and oranges but everybody pears
They say I'm Lupe, they say I'm Lil' Wayne
They say I'm too Jay to portray new-lay
They say I'm too nice to be a rapper
The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened
They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion
I laugh at 'em, though Mr. West I ain't mad at ya
See, he in his soul mode, I'm in my go go
Only thing in common is these fuckin' Matsumotos
Yeah live from the SoHo, and hov told me I'd blow Joe
See I rap like a lifetime blown nose
All I know is I'm merely at Allah's nose
Meaning I'm lesser than a god but higher up than ya'll
A lion in form, Matt Leinart when firing the ball
Pause Maya Angelou spawn, abandoned and raised by Nas
Raised by the sharks but I'm swimming with the prawns
I found my own lane, meet Mr. Folarin2 | Hip-Hop | 30 | 5 | 2,008 | 13,171 |
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2,250 | Hello Brooklyn | Beastie Boys | Hello Brooklyn!
New York, New York - it's a hell of a town
You know The Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name - only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know, I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be stickin' up old ladies with the handgun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the three-pack bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the three-pack bonanza
If you ask a question, then you shall get the answer
Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M, O-N, E-Y, the belt
I stay at home, just like a hermit
I got the jammy, but I don't got the permit (you know why)
You got a boyfriend, and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town 'cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn ("just to watch him die")You might also like2 | Punk | 25 | 7 | 1,989 | 23,696 |
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2,261 | In My Car | Wiz Khalifa | [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
When I'm ridin', I'm high
Got my drink poured, my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go, this gang go
Some talk it, they lame though
Hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by, So
Won't you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car (x4)
Girl
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
My car match what year it is
It's hard not to hear the shit
Just know I'm gone no matter what gear I'm in
Eyes closed when I'm steerin', blowin' O's out the window
Suede on the floor, doors plus the ceiling
And I keep it clean
Hoes wanna get in they gotta wipe they feet
Go over a few things then I'mma light this weed
Don't want no burn marks sweetheart
So hang it out the window
If you gotta fuck up once I get you outta here
Uh, I'm talkin' loud pipes and rally stripes
So much paper I mistake and have to count it twice
Yellow car come out at night, all the hoes be into it
Remote control starter, that bitch runnin' when I get to it
Watch yo bitches run up 'til they get to it
And girl there's only one you ain't gon' get two of it
So ride wit' the nigga gettin' high, sittin' 22 inches fly
Who the shit
See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
When I'm ridin', I'm high
Got my drink poured, my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go, this gang go
Some talk it, they lame though
Hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by, So
Won't you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car (x4)
Girl
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Smokin' on some taylor shit, lookin for a thirsty bitch
Ridin' on 26's, my pockets never empty
I'm high and always tipsy, ecstasy there plenty
Model chick, stripper bitch, I be fuckin' many
Every car paid cash, I don't pay no lease fee
But I get my dick sucked, Monica Lewinsky
Y'all niggas the toilet bowl, I do all the shittin'
Lamborghini flyin' doors, gone wit' the wings in
I pop a lotta pills, I pop a lotta seals
I pop a lotta pussy niggas that are not real
When you see my jewelry game, you gon' get the chills
Got hoes like Hilary and smoke like Bill
Bitch
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
When I'm ridin', I'm high
Got my drink poured, my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go, this gang go
Some talk it, they lame though
Hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by, So
Won't you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car (x4)
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2,263 | Right Thru Me | Nicki Minaj | [Chorus]
You see right through me
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
[Verse 1]
You let me win, you let me ride
You let me rock, you let me slide
And when they lookin', you let me hide
Defend my honor, protect my pride
The good advice I always hated
But lookin' back, it made me greater
You always told me forget the haters
Just get my money, just get my weight up
Know when I'm lyin', know when I'm cryin'
It's like you got it down to a science
Why am I tryin'? Know you ain't buyin'
I tried to fight it back with defiance
You make me laugh, you make me hoarse
From yellin' at you and gettin' at you
Pickin' up dishes, throwin' 'em at you
Why are you speakin' when no one asked you?
You might also like[Chorus]
You see right through me
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
You see right through me
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you? (Do that)
How do you? (Do that)
How do you? (Do that)
How do you? (Do that)
How do you?
[Verse 2]
What are we doin'? Could you see through me?
'Cause you say, "Nicki," and I say, "Who, me?"
And you say, "No, you," and I say, "Screw you"
Then you start dressin' and you start leavin'
And I start cryin' and I start screamin'
The heavy breathin', but what's the reason?
Always get the reaction you wanted
I'm actually frontin', I'm askin' you somethin', yo
Answer this question, class is in session
Tired of lettin' passive-aggression
Control my mind, capture my soul
Okay, you're right, just let it go
Okay, you got it, it's in the can
Before I played it, you knew my hand
You could turn a free throw to a goal
Nigga got the peephole to my soul
[Chorus]
You see right through me
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
You see right through me
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you? (Do that)
How do you? (Do that)
How do you? (Do that)
How do you? (Do that)
How do you?
[Bridge]
Stop (Ooh)
Stop (Ooh)
Won't you just stop lookin' through me? 'Cause I can't take it
No, I can't take it (You see right)
[Chorus]
You see right through me
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you do that shit?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
How do you?
You see right through me
You see right through me, baby
You see right through me (Do that shit)
You see right through me (How do you do that shit?)
How do you do that? How do you do that?
How do you do that? How do you do that?
Baby35 | Hip-Hop | 24 | 9 | 2,010 | 191,350 |
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2,264 | Ashin’ Kusher | Kid Cudi | [Intro]
Uhh, yeah, uhh
Uh-huh... yeah
[Verse 1]
First things first, been rippin', get it in Cudder
Niggas know the name, it's none other
I know you know me, the double-O repper
Two-stepper, gun toter nah-nah, smoke kusher
I know you lovin' how I do it when I switch up the lizzane
Skinny niggy-diggy in your city gettin' chizzange
Like I'm Carmelo, meet me in the pizzaint
Yammin' on you sucker niggas, yammin' on these hoes
Roll Swishers in the whip, I'm dippin' so quick
Ask Mel, whiskey motherfucker we up in this bitch
Hoes love Cuda, smooth duder, Cudois
I'm climbing, I'm climbing and I, know why
[Chorus]
Y'all know I keep it funky, motherfucker, better get it right
Get it right, better get it right, get it right
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah)
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh
And I'll be rockin' along, zonin', yeah
Movin' along, zonin'
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah)
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh - hey
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2]
Doing what I want, no need to front
Skinny and tatted the fuck up, hey pass me the blunt, baby get up
We in this bitch, 'laxin
Dennis know the game, he in the crowd mackin'
All up off the dome, no need to pen it, friend
Me and my niggas be gettin' ends again
Told my man Plain Pat, dawg, ever since day one
We gon' get it poppin, that's what I'm here for
If you knew me, man
I don't really worry about a nigga trying to judge
Who are you, Judy?!
Girl shake a feather, do your thang 'til you feel right
I know you know the name, the team, we takin' flizzight
[Chorus]
Y'all know I keep it funky, motherfucker, better get it right
Get it right, better get it right, get it right
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah)
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh
And I'll be rockin' along, zoning, yeah
Movin' along, zoninnnnnnnn
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah)
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh - hey
[Bridge]
Life, together, we all in together now
All in together, all-all baby
'Cause we all in together now
Life, together, we all in together now
All in together, all-all baby
'Cause we all in together now
[Verse 3]
Doing what I need, hater I am A-Okay
How many times must I tell 'em we don't care what people say
Even if I do somethin' unruly
I be like "Fuck it nigga, I was probably zooted!"
Off top... Honestly
The kush and Goose combination harmful, G
Find my own rhythm while I'm looking through my Viennas
Everybody gon' talk that shit until they see him
Then they all on my ballsack, word
Then I bounce and they saying I'm absurd
You old jive-ass nigga, look around
Ay, we be around, fam, I'm in the cloud
[Chorus]
Y'all know I keep it funky motherfucker, better get it right
Get it right, better get it right, get it right
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah)
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh
And I'll be rockin' along, zoning, yeah
Movin' along, zoninnnnnnnn
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah)
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (hey)
Y'all know I keep it funky motherfucker, better get it right
Get it right, better get it right, get it right
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah)
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh
And I'll be rockin' along, zoning, yeah
Movin' along, zoninnnnnnnn
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (hey)
[Outro]
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh
And I'll be rockin' along, zonin', yeah
Movin' along, zoninnnnnnnn
Ay...31 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 11 | 2,010 | 122,619 |
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2,265 | What If I Was White | Sticky Fingaz | [Intro: Eminem, Sticky Fingaz]
Yo I got an idea
Let me go grab Sticky right quick
Hey yo Stick, Stick
Yo, Slim Shady
Yo, I just had like a nightma...
Wait, it wasn't like a nightmare
It was like a good drea...
Well, it wasn't a good...
What was it?
Hey, yo, I just had a crazy dream man
What?
Yo, yo I dreamt I was white!
Oh shit!
[Chorus: Eminem]
What if he was white? What if he was white?
What if he was white? What, if, he, white?
What if he was white? What if he was
White, white, white, white, white
White, white, white, white, white?
[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz, (Eminem)]
What if I was white skinned, the same color as cocaine?
Blond hair, blue eyes, the whole shibang
I know one thing: police wouldn't always be watching me
Pull me over for nothing, constantly jocking me
(Can I get your autograph?)
The yellow cabs in the city would stop for me
I wouldn't need collateral to buy property
If I was white, wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor
Security wouldn't follow me around the store
(Maybe he might have stole something)
Like I'd steal something, because I'm black I rob
And automatically assume I ain't got no job
On my own land, I feel like an immigrant
If I was white, I wouldn't have thought OJ was innocent
(He did it) If I was white...
You might also like[Chorus: Eminem]
What if he was white? What if he was white?
What if he was white? What, if, he, white?
What if he was white? What if he was
White, white, white, white, white
White, white, white, white, white?
What if he was white? What if he was white?
What if he was white? What, if, he, white?
What if he was white? What if he was
White, white, white, white, white
White, white, white, white, white?
[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz, Eminem]
If I was white, it'd be a different world for me
If I was white, hm? What shade would I be?
Would I be Redneck or Skinhead, preppy or high class?
You'd probably live in a trailer park and be white trash!
In any case, that be the ill shit right?
But there's a good and bad side of being white
You can't say the N-word without starting a fight (What's up, my nigger?)
Couldn't dance to a beat, I'd have two left feet
Even if I was white, probably still have a ghetto shit (How you doing?)
Is it a myth or do I really have a little dick? (Nah, it's true!)
If I was white, I would probably listen to hard rock
And cover my ears whenever I heard Hip Hop
[Chorus: Eminem]
What if he was white? What if he was white?
What if he was white? What, if, he, white?
What if he was white? What if he was
White, white, white, white, white
White, white, white, white, white?
What if he was white? What if he was white?
What if he was white? What, if, he, white?
What if he was white? What if he was
White, white, white, white, white
White, white, white, white, white?
[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz (Eminem)]
If I was white I’d probably wouldn't even think the same
I'd watch Tennis and Golf and bet on Hockey games (Red Wings, man)
Wear suit and ties and go to work everyday
If I was white I couldn't live around my way
And there probably would of never even been an Onyx, shit
I be somewhere sipping Vodka and Tonix
Smoking on a Marlboro instead of a Newport
I'd live in Long Island instead of New York
If I was white, I probably couldn't dunk
'Cause everybody knows White Man Can't Jump (Nope!)
And probably wouldn't be able to go to the weed spot
'Cause all of the dreads would think I'm a cop
[Chorus: Eminem]
What if he was white? What if he was white?
What if he was white? What, if, he, white?
What if he was white? What if he was
White, white, white, white, white
White, white, white, white, white?
What if he was white? What if he was white?
What if he was white? What, if, he, white?
What if he was white? What if he was
White, white, white, white, white
White, white, white, white, white?
[Outro: Eminem]
Yo, what if I was white?4 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 5 | 2,001 | 21,875 |
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2,269 | Pillz | Gucci Mane | [Intro: Gucci Mane]
Yeah! Gucci Mane is in the building!
So Icy Entertainment, Zaytoven on the track
We goin' to the club, we got the choppers on deck and the yoppers on deck
[Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane]
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Yeah
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy 'til yo' bitch came in
'Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Ain't yo' name lil' Trina? Cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane, you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin' in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin'
On two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple
"Gucci, show time!" Give me five mo' minutes
And a cold orange juice, cause I'm really really trippin'
Went to the strip club and requested "I'm Da Man"
The next thing you know I was throwin' rubber bands
See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane]
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Yeah
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no dick
Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch
You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
You say you married, well bitch you might be
But I bet your husband ain't icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
With them dopeman Nikes and them Jordache jeans
I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
I'm the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves that's three
Ain't no waffle house baby, hell I can't eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman he's so extreme
Wearing Dolce's in the club cause you know the boy geeked
Drop the top on that thang let you see my seats
We've been rollin', rollin', rollin', we ain't slept in weeks
[Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane]
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Yeah
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane La Flare, nigga get your mind right
Order Cris by the twelve like a case of Bud Light
Sell kush by the bale so you kno might shit tight
7:30 in the morning on an all-night flight
I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pills that's at least bout 40
I'll pour them in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
Take two of these pills, call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pills man I'm so real
Three dollars for a pill; that's a damn good deal
[Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane]
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Yeah
[Outro: Woman in the club & Gucci Mane]
Hey, what's up Gucci Mane, why you sweating so hard?
Is you rolling or something?
Shit, well, baby I might be...
But god damn, what is you doing? You jockin' a playa, you too chewy over here, right?
Look, I ain't K-Rab baby, you know what I mean
I'm not a piece of bubblegum, what I'm doing is not your business. But matter of fact, while you over here, is you a waitress or something? ’Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress
So do what you do, aight. I'ma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you whatever you drinking, bring me and the clique about ten of them orange juices, five Crunk Juices and we'll be straight, how ’bout that
And is you straight? Is you single or is you married?12 | Hip-HopRap | 11 | 10 | 2,006 | 66,659 |
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2,270 | The Realest | Jeezy | [Verse 1]
Supercharger, the same color as PJ
(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range
Pick niggas off, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum)
In 98' I took them trips down to Lauderdale
Back and forth, like Aaliyah
Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million
(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion
Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me
But the mini van still do tricks homie
Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga
You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet
Summertime niggas still ridin' with the heat
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino
Real niggas love me because I talk that lingo
[Chorus]
And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggas ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggas ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggas ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggas ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest
See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Verse 2]
Nowadays, the GT's Glock black (cheaaa!)
The shoes on that motherfucking 3-80 chrome
Gotta be careful what you say on the phone
I'm 36 O's away
From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streets (naww)
What's the difference, I still eat the same
A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same
You niggas rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad
Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends
Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends
Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard
Until then, I'mma make it snow blizzards
[Chorus]
And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggas ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggas ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggas ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggas ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest
[Verse 3]
I stay on the block, and risk my life
Day in and day out until a nigga sold out
You niggas playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout
Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains
Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave
Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale
You rappin'-ass niggas ain't never sold no yams
I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays
Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays
You was in the studio, I was on the block
In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks
25 for the four ways, choppers by the door-ways1 | Hip-HopRap | 12 | 12 | 2,006 | 8,259 |
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2,271 | Another | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Intro: Big, Lil' Kim]
Yeah, fuck you
Fuck you too
Fuck you bitch
Fuck you motherfucker
You ain't shit anyway, fuck you
You ain't shit, you fat motherfucker
Yeah, whatever whatever
Whatever
You wasn't sayin' that when you was suckin' my dick
You wasn't sayin that when you was eatin' my pussy
You nasty bitch
You a nasty motherfucker
Check it, uhh
(Crab ass nigga)
[Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue
You cut the hooker off and find someone new
I need another bitch (Another bitch), in my life
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uh-huh, uhh, uhh
I know he don't treat you like I treat you
Time to explain your game is see-through
Sex is lethal, I ain't gon' lie
Means to get ya back, I ain't gon' try
Like this y'all, my girl sucked another nigga dick, y'all
Light skinned with the chromed out six, y'all
Thought they was creepin', took trips to V-A every third weekend
While you was sleepin', he hit you on the box
Sixty-nine code non-stop
Shoulda left ya then, but my heart said not
You knew too much, the relationship grew too much
You knew about the crack vials, means to be trial
Where I hid dough under the bathroom tile
Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing
Then things got frightenin'
Peep the scene, sorta like Sam Rothstein
Guess you Ginger, huh, go figure
Never thought you could be a gold-digger
Take my dough and spend with the next nigga
Asked my man Jigga, my ace boon coon
Told me cut the bitch off 'fore the shit balloon
Now I'm like Brandy, Sittin' in My Room
Pissy drunk listenin' to Stylistics tunes
Or the O'Jays, thinkin' 'bout the old days
My nigga's like, fuck that bitch, go play
Baller, when she beep you, don't call her
Guess who I seen, that freak bitch Paula
She was askin' 'bout ya whereabouts
Here's the digits, I know you can wear that out
Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight
We'll be all fuckin' tonight, knahmean?!
(I'm fuckin' you toniiight..) feel me? Uhh
You might also like[Refrain 2: Lil' Kim]
What do ya do when your man is untrue
Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new
I need another man, in my life
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Mmm, uhhh, uhhh!
'Member when you said you would die for me, shit
All of that was just lies to me
Motherfucker shoulda never said bye to me
Now you cry for me, like Jodeci
It's like that y'all, my nigga hit another bitch from the back y'all
Black nasty and mad fat y'all; shoulda seen the ho
Nigga pack your shit, you out the do', ohh
What about the fight in The Mirage?
I seen ya Benz parked outside my sister's garage
Said it was your friend Rog, bullshit
I ain't gonna keep puttin' up wit the bullshit
And still I, never sweat these bitches
Q.B. hang like plaques on the wall in your pictures
Scale them fishes, my love is concrete
Stashin' your heat in the passenger seat of the Nautica Jeep
We've been down for so long
Still a bitch like me tryin' to hold on
Teary eyed, damn a bitch steamin'
Girls steady screamin', "Kim you need to leave him!"
When I testified in court
Couldn't think straight thinkin' 'bout the bitches I fought
Over you, nigga have the shit you bought
And fuck you, movin' is my last resort
You see, nine outta ten niggas ain't shit
One outta five niggas suck a dick
You're mad at me, too bad she ain't as bad as me
Shoulda kept the freak bitch off my canapé
Now you see, ain't no pussy warm as mine
Long as mine, ain't no love as strong as this
When I sucked your dick, it's like smokin' a roach
Uhh, why go from first class to coach
[Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue
You cut the hooker off and find someone new
I need another bitch (Another bitch), in my life
[Refrain 2: Lil' Kim]
What do ya do when your man is untrue
Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new
I need another man, in my life
[Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue
You cut the hooker off and find someone new
I need another bitch (Another bitch), in my life
[Refrain 2: Lil' Kim]
What do ya do when your man is untrue
Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new
I need another man, in my life7 | Hip-Hop | 25 | 3 | 1,997 | 104,573 |
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2,272 | Spell Check | Lil’ Kim | I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not B-I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since nine-six a chick been on TV
Like, MTV and, BET
So T-R-L and, one-oh-six
I'm in heavy R.O. when they play my shit
Momma push whips like BM Dubs
And your B.M. trip when she see me in the club
Your man Five-O
I don't see him in the club 'cause he out in C.T. wit a dick in his butt,
Y'all stay OT while I stay O.C
That's, out the country with the A-R-A-B's
With my girl M to the O to the E
She ride like a soldier, that's my co-D
I'm "Bella" to that death and, don't ask why
Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y
And I'm more nigga than them bitch-ass guys
Cause they took the stand, on the D.A.'s side
[Hook]
I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y
And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E
Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
You might also likeI'm in the Lamb' or the Ferrari when I'm M.I.A
Take the Spyder down the strip, when I'm in V-A
The game slow, gotta put a little work in D.C
I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P
On, ESPN or, NBC
I like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep the M-A-C in the SUV
And they air somethin out on the, A-V-E
I'm in the B-E-N-Z doin a buck-oh-three
Tearin the clutch down on the B-Q-E
Get at niggas quick if they try to move me
A.S.A.P. like, T.I.P
You get chopped and screwed, honeygirl don't play
Nigga we ridin' dirty like U.G.K
[Hook]
I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y
And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E
Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
Make a wish when you see me like a falling star
Give a lot of y'all careers, CPR
First lady at the top of, R-A-P
I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E
B-I-G, M-O, M-M-A
No info, for the, D.E.A
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tapped the cell, and the phone in my basement
The IRS tryin to take my pay
And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A
I locks it, I'm toxic like DDT
My flow get'cha high like PCP
I'm number one downloaded on your MP3
I bang on you niggas like an MPC
I make a nigga nut in his D&G's
Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B
[Hook]
I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y
And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E
Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?2 | Rap | 27 | 9 | 2,005 | 8,403 |
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2,274 | Poppin Bottles | T.I. | [Chorus: T.I.]
My section in the club, gimme Rosé
When you’re all ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner: "fuck yo’ couch!" Rick James, bitch nigga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, bow...
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss
Watch you getting money make it rain buy a bottle
Pop a cork, dork
If I may retort
I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before
I pop bottles but I don't pour
Save the glass for guys who balling on a budget
Fuck it, let your glasses rise
I’m straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised
Ask any ho who know me, all I do is smash and ride
Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes
Ain't no subtraction, only cash to divide
We getting money, bank roll, super-sized
Whether rain, sleet, sunny
Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming
See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: T.I.]
My section in the club, gimme Rosé
When you’re all ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner: "fuck yo’ couch!" Rick James nigga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, bow...
[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa
I heard you talk bout other niggas
Them niggas no matter
The tag team back bitch, boom shakalaka
Me and Weezy run this shit so bring me one soda and vodka
And a Fiji for my nigga cause the police probably watching
Man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option
We be sonning all these niggas, put their ass up for adoption
Man we start with straight shots, that get the bottle popping
We be working all night, telethon shit
Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman shit
Oooh, that's that fire, that have you calm shit
You with a lot of dudes, that’s that Elton John shit
Ahh, To each his own, I like a freak that's grown
I like a bad bitch from a decent home
Me and Tip, that's that pimping that we preaching on
And everybody trying to listen nigga, speakerphone
[Chorus: T.I.]
My section in the club, gimme Rosé
When you’re all ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner: "fuck yo’ couch!" Rick James nigga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, bow...
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I know the sucker wish the judge threw the book at me
Cause I show up to the club, super cool, look at me
Everything brand new, you get money like who?
Spent 150 on my car and my Audemars too
When I walk up in the spot, ain't nobody saw you
They see me like “there he go”
Look at you like ” ahh who?”
Bought every bottle at the bar
Shortie you know how I do
I take them all across your noggin', I ain't finna argue
Still big shit popping, nothing changed but my clothes
Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll
Tell the bitch I take you places where your man can’t go
Can’t be, he ain't doing shit, if he ain't me
Can't you see the difference between us when I walking to the door
Your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go
Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low
50 stack, I’m a show you how to ball: triple that7 | Hip-HopRap | 7 | 12 | 2,010 | 88,664 |
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2,276 | Lark On My Go-Kart | Asher Roth | [Verse 1]
Sitting on a truffet, puffing on the best cut buds
Trying to get butt from Miss Muffet
Me and Teddy Ruxpin sturring up a ruckus
Egging all the houses, smashing all the pumpkins
Suck a Dick Butkus, chumps can't funk with the punk kids
Ash Roth be the king of the blumpkins
Any Tim Duncan spur of the moment
Let the whole world know I run shit
Jump ship quick, tell a friend that I'm dumb sick
Spit fungus that'll grow from a dung, trip
Twist to a front flip; son, that was some trick
Watch all the dumb chicks hump when I bump this
[Verse 2]
Kinda like the blonde Bob Saget, Ash can get nasty
Pass me a blunt and some Captain
Chilling with an Ashley, heading to the mall
Sitting in the backseat, getting jerked off
Ten feet tall with the balls of a matador
Door-matted whore with your words, heard that before
Poor metaphor, pedicure, get your feet fixed
Walk in my shoes for a few, you gon' need it
Yeah, get your Wii Fit to practice your frees with
Need a few weeks before you can compete with
Razor Ramon flow, oh so sharp
You can take Kapowski, I'mma take Lark on my go-kart
You might also like[Verse 3]
Mario Kart skills are outrageous
Play me any day and I'll be the best racist
Wait, no, erase it, meant to say "racer"
Traded in my cell phone for a new pager
Take off your Bluetooth now dot com
I'm at the grocery store with hot moms
About thirty-five with at least two kids
We can make out while my friend babysits
All up in your fridge eating left-over shit
Tuna sandwich, Butterscotch Krimpets
Cheetos be my choice of chip
I enjoy for a bit, take a sip from my Ssips and split
[Bridge]
Roll that J up, is it rolled?
Yeah, roll it up, uhh
[Verse 4]
Hair like a troll doll, basketball shorts on
Yeah, I'm a dork, but I'm still holding court
Ball up, baller, y'all take too long to get dolled up
Give a fuck if I look like I just woke up
Who am I trying to impress? Honey in the sun dress
With the breasts luscious just sent me a text
"O-M-G, you're the B-E-est"
If you're trying to have sex, I'm the best at it3 | Hip-Hop | 24 | 3 | 2,009 | 30,735 |
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2,281 | I Feel Like Dying | Lil Wayne | [Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne]
Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Heheh, C3, hello)
Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, hello)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Hehehe, get lifted)
Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, I get lifted)
Yeah, yeah, so get lifted, yeah
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, haha)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Karma]
I am sittin' on the clouds
I got smoke coming from my seat
I can play basketball with the moon
I got the whole world at my feet
Playin' touch football on Marijuana Street
Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleats
Get high, so high
That I feel like lying
Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me
'Cause (I feel like dying) hahaha
[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne]
Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only once the drugs are done (Haha, yeah)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Hahahaha)
You might also like[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Karma]
Swimmin' laps around a bottle of Louis the XIII
Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of codeine
I'm at the top of the top, but, still I climb
And if I should ever fall, the ground will then turn to wine
Pop, pop
I feel like flying
Then I feel like frying
Then (I feel like dying)
[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne]
Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Psst!)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Karma]
I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars
I have just boarded a plane without a pilot
And violets are blue, roses are red
Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead
Wish I could give you this feeling
I feel like buying
And if my dealer don't have no more
Then (I feel like dying) yeah
[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne]
Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying38 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 6 | 2,007 | 325,538 |
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2,286 | Crush on You (Remix) | Lil’ Kim | [Intro: Lil' Cease | Lil' Kim]
UNDEAS
Lil Ceaser
Queen Bee
That's Me
Lil' Kim
[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
Yo, I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease
Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin' wit' bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get callus
Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over, put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin' there with the Crist' in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. | Lil' Kim]
I know you seen me on the video (True)
I know you heard me on the radio (True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
You might also like[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Ayo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be undressed in the bra all see through
Why you count your jewels thinkin' I'ma cheat you?
The only one thing I wanna do is freak you
Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes
And I'll be doin' things that you won't regret
Lil Kim, the Queen Bee, so you best take heed
Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed!)
I'ma throw shade if I can't get paid
Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade
You can slide on my ice like the Escapade
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade
Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he?
I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile
Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up
But don't blush, just keep this on the hush
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. | Lil' Kim]
I know you seen me on the video (True)
I know you heard me on the radio (True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
[Verse 3: Lil' Cease | Lil' Kim]
While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, 'cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude
You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a
Works from the dealers, full-length chinchilla
Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe
Then we speed down the hutch, breakin' trees in the dutch
I'm not the one you sleep wit', to eat quick
Want a cheap trick, better go down to FreakNik
You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course
So I look sick in my six with my Christian LaCroix
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. | Lil' Kim]
I know you seen me on the video (True)
I know you heard me on the radio (True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
I know you seen me on the video (True)
I know you heard me on the radio (True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
I know you seen me on the video (True)
I know you heard me on the radio (True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
I know you seen me on the video (True)
I know you heard me on the radio (True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you20 | Rap | 10 | 6 | 1,997 | 397,881 |
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2,288 | Feel It | Three 6 Mafia | [Tiësto - Intro]
DJ turn the music up
I wanna feel it
It
[DJ Paul - Intro]
Three 6 Mafia!
Kingston, Hypnotize Minds!
Hey, Tiësto!
Rock, let's go!
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I say DJ turn the music up (Up!)
And send another round over to my cup (Cup!)
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
I wanna feel it (HO!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Say, I'm at the bar, gonna have a barre
Sippin Ketel One, stumblin to the car
But I don't wanna leave cause it's too crunk
And these girls got a lotta junk in the trunk
Red bones (red bones), black bones (black bones)
White chocolates (chocolates), big tones (big tones)
Breakin them backs, it's on
I'm a gigolo and it's gone
A freak of the week, tryna get a piece
She better know how the boom stay wit the beat
All on the floor, I gotta get this
Shakin that ass and I'm all in her ear sayin
I'm in the club, gettin wasted
Drink so much, I cain't even taste it
Girls on the floor, I gotta get this
Shakin that ass and I'm all in her ear sayin
See Three 6 Mafia LiveGet tickets as low as $62You might also like[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I say DJ turn the music up (Up!)
And send another round over to my cup (Cup!)
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
Let the music drop (Drop!)
We goin all night, make the party rock (Rock!)
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Yeah!
She-she went face down (down!)
And she went ass up (up!)
I seen her gettin it for free, so I put my money up
But we hit that bar hard
The drinks keep flowin and flowin
She make that booty pop
It just keep growin and growin
You know I had to get 'er
Gotta hit 'er up on where we on
Cause ain't nothin in the world
Better than a drunk and hot girl
That'll break it (down down down down down down down)
To the (ground ground ground ground ground ground ground ground)
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I say DJ turn the music up (Up!)
And send another round over to my cup (Cup!)
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
[Verse 3: Flo Rida]
Hey! I gotta stunt like it's the first of the month
In the projects, just got paid
DJ, keep it comin, keep on breakin 'em off
And bring it back just for the hood sake
Still spendin gwap for the women, they fly
Reppin the bottom, ain't got it, no lie
Travel the world in the G4 alot
Poe Boy the family and we get it hot
I got the beat where the music is live
Rock to the beat like my name can survive
Give me that heat 'tll we all feel the fire
I'm in the streets, but the club get me high
Partaaay! Get shinin to rock the body
The fellas on the dock, the shade's bacarri
We do it non-stop, get on Barcardi
151 and act retarded
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
DJ turn the music up
And send another round over to my cup
I wanna feel (Hey!)
Feel
I say DJ turn the music up (Up!)
And send another round over to my cup (Cup!)
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
DJ let the music drop (Drop!)
We goin all night, make the party rock (Rock!)
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
I wanna feel it (Ho!)
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh2 | Hip-HopRap | 11 | 11 | 2,009 | null |
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2,291 | Rollout (My Business) | Ludacris | [Intro]
Rollout, rollout
Rollout, rollout
Rollout, rollout
Rollout, rollout
[Chorus]
(Rollout) I got my twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back
(Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that
(Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back
(Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that
(Rollout) Twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back
(Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that
(Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back
(Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that
[Verse 1]
Now, where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matchin' Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through?
Man, I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my dues, breakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin' a cruise
Tell me who's your weed man, and how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar, boy, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that bag? What you got in that bag?
A couple of cans of whoop ass, you did a good-ass job of just eyein' me, spyin' me
See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Chorus]
(Rollout) I got my twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back
(Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that
(Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back
(Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that
(Rollout) Twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back
(Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that
(Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back
(Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that
[Verse 2]
Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty thousand bucks gone, where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back 'cause you got money to the ceilin'
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin', the better I'm feelin', the more that I'm chillin', winnin', drillin' and killin' the feelin'
Now, who's that bucked naked cook fixin' three course meals?
Gettin' goosebumps when her body taps the six inch heels
What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?
A couple of gats, a couple of knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives, now it's time to choose
[Chorus]
(Rollout) I got my twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back
(Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that
(Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back
(Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that
(Rollout) Twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back
(Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that
(Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back
(Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that
[Verse 3]
Are you custom made, custom paid, or you just custom fitted?
PlayStation 2 up in the ride, is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin' the hips, touchin' lips to the top of the dick and then, "Whew"
Now, tell me who's your housekeeper, and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace, so shake, shake it
[Chorus]
(Rollout) I got my twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back
(Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that
(Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back
(Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that
(Rollout) Twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back
(Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that
(Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back
(Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that
[Outro]
Get out my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, ah
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
'Cause it's mine, oh, mine
My business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
'Cause it's mine, oh, mine
Ah, ah, Timbaland, Ludacris
Disturbing Tha Peace (Woo)
[Skit]
Yeah, uh, c'mon, what's up? What's up? Come here (Ugh)
Come here, go to sleep (Uh)
Go to sleep right now (Ahh), right now (Ugh)
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Go to sleep (Ah-uhh)
Go to sleep (Ahh)11 | Hip-HopRap | 16 | 10 | 2,001 | 76,361 |
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2,292 | Real Niggaz | JAY-Z | [Chorus: Jay-Z]
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the honeys is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggas do real things, check
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
We started out makin', small time bacon
Two little niggas bakin', talkin' 'bout whippin' cakes
Get clothin' and big cheddar, hopin it gets better
We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever
In front of your building clockin', thought I was makin' a killin'
Right in front of your children, eight-ball in my side pocket
They was corrupt too, disrespectin' the fiends I used to
Look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you
In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York
I'm hollerin' Lifetimes, he hollerin' Life's Too $hort
Parallel lives and jew-els held high
The Range or the rove, get exchanged, for your soul
You know how the game goes, slang to get cheese
And speak in Chinese, everybody gains the same dough
Get your shit scarred fuckin' with my sick squad
From Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, bee-eeyee-otch
You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggas do real things
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
So now you own a record label, I got one too
We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew
You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records
On the shelf and on the charts the double decker
The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me
You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook?
I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways
So I can get paid, everyday
I see the same old shit, I see in the streets
I know you think I'm sellin' keys but I only sell beats
Dopefiend music, it's drug related
You can buy it on the corner, get a radio and play it
It always sounds better when you turn it up loud
Rap music let these motherfuckers know what we about
I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin' niggas
It's just like in the streets mane, how much you get?
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggas do real things
[Verse 3: Too $hort (Jay-Z)]
That's right, I been a hustler for a long time
Always got the right beats, never sayin' wrong rhymes
I started off with nothin' ended up with everything
Now we sip Hennessy in first class on every plane
Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin'
Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin' again
There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy
Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy (that's right)
[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
Now peep, how sweet, niggas lives can get
Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect
$hort Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow
I got love for y'all motherfuckers y'all just don't know
I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's
I like the five speed drops pop the clutch then go
If you're ballin', keep ballin', if you jealous, stop
I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac
How real is that?
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggas do real things, check
[Outro: Too $hort & Jay-Z]
Beyotch! $hort Dawg's in the house
Jigga
Much love
$hort Dawg, get your money mane
All the way from the West coast
Uhh, how real is that4 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 11 | 1,997 | 22,055 |
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2,294 | When A Woman Loves | R. Kelly | [Chorus]
When a woman loves
She, she loves for real
When a woman loves
She, she, she loves for real
[Verse 1]
She took me back
After I broke her heart
About a thousand times
She gave her life to me
With no regrets, she followed me
And she, and she, the girl, she raised me
And I'm forever indebted
And I'm forever indebted
I'm forever indebted to her 'cause...
[Chorus]
When a woman loves
She, she, she loves for real
When a woman loves
She, she, she loves for real, oh
[Verse 2]
She filled my soul
With the very touch of her hand
She really did
And she’s got more, more faith in me than a beach got sand
And I'd like to tell her, I'd like to tell her
That I’m forever indebted
That I’m forever indebted
I’m forever indebted to her 'cause...
You might also like[Chorus]
When a woman loves
She, she, she loves for real, yeah, yeah
[Bridge]
See, a woman's love, it will never die, no
Even when I’m dead and gone
I’m gonna love her from the sky
'Cause she’s given me
Something that no other woman has given me
Woo-hoo, when I think about the girl, it makes me sing
[Chorus]
When, when, when, when, when a
When a, woman, loves
She loves for real, oh
When a woman loves, loves, loves
I'm telling you when she loves
She, she loves for real, yeah
[Outro]
Woo-hoo
When she loves (when she loves)
When she loves (when she loves)
When she loves (when she loves)
Oh, When she loves (when she loves)
When she loves (when she loves)
When she loves (when she loves)
She (when she loves)
She (when she loves)
She loves for real
Thank you3 | RBSoul | 7 | 9 | 2,010 | 25,022 |
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2,297 | Drop the Bomb on ’Em | Eminem | [Intro]
Yeah, boy
Dem better ring the alarm, boy
Dem know what's comin', boy
Buck! Buck! Buck! Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Oh my God, fuckin' bomboclaat
I'm hard as Kenard, the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire
Tie a whore up with barbed wire, you're nothing but a bra, boy
I'm the real deal, and charbroil her on the bonfire
And bon voyage, bitch, I'm like Chef Boyardee
In this bitch, send a bomb to my mom's lawyer
I'm a problem for you, boy, you think you're Tom Sawyer
'Til I pull you out the fuckin' storybook and stomp on ya
Fuckin' fictitional characters and fairy tales
Prepare yourself for Captain America on Ferris wheels
But it ain't fiction, it's fact, boy, beware, it's real
you wield equal zero to a hero's shield
Mr. Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father fuckin' your mother
[Chorus]
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
You might also like[Verse 2]
Boy, I'm the Real McCoy, you little boys can't even fill voids
Party's over, kids, kill the noise, here come the killjoys
Me and Dre the steel alloys, the Rap Crown Royals
Who scalp cowboys, now, how that sound for you?
Yeah, boy, you know we're 'bout to put it down for you
So kick your shoes off in the foyer, have a sound voyage
And sayonara, see you fuckers tomorrow
Get some R&R and marinate in some marinara
And have a Coke and a smile, don't make me open a jar
Of whip-ass on ya, that's the last straw you're hopin' to draw
Yeah, you're fresher than most, boy, I'm just doper than all
Boy, I'm that boy, boy, them boys, them no up to par
I just show up, go up to the stage and blow up the spot
There ain't no boy who can do what I do, boy, I'm a star
Boy, I told you, boy, I'm a soldier boy, I'm Deshaun
Holton in this bitch, I'm the proof, boy, you're a fraud
I'll destroy you, boy, fuck around and blow you to sod
Oh my God, boy, you didn't go there, no, you did not
I got a whole storyboard for you, boy, you're the plot
You're gettin' got, whether you try to avoid it or not
Apology not accepted, boy, Detroit is a rock
We get to beefin', ain't no tellin' at what point it'll stop
All I got to do is point to the spot when the bomb drops
Boy, does it drop and when it does, boy, there's a problem
[Chorus]
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
[Verse 3]
Boy, don't jinx yourself, boy, I'm Micheal Spinks with the belt
Stringer Bell, boy, my name rings bells for itself
I'm sick as hell, boy, you better run and tell someone else
Bringin' hell, boy, singin' telegrams and get dealt
And to that boy on them sedative meds who said he was better
I bet he never seen Freddy in a black and red little sweater
Back, better than ever, the cheddar shredder, the grater
The beef grinder, I'll settle vendettas a little later
Givin' haters incubators, think you made a mistake
By sayin' Shady was ghost, I ain't even close to the gate
You got one foot in the grave, just stay put and behave
I'm 'bout to turn this fuckin' place to Beirut in a day
So, hey, wouldn't you say I'm the shit? Couldn't agree with you more
If you were to say that my fuckin' shit doesn't stink
Shady-fuckin'-Aftermath, boy, the ship doesn't sink
It just floats in the fuckin' water 'til we fill up the tank
[Chorus]
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me37 | Rap | 21 | 12 | 2,009 | 106,455 |
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2,298 | Peace Sign/Index Down | Gym Class Heroes | [Intro: Travie McCoy]
Gym Class Heroes. Cool and Dre
This is. You silly for this one
Whats wrong with me? Its Travie
Why you doing this to me? Ha ha
[Verse 1: Travie McCoy]
I started rappin, back of the class, scribbling tracks in hopes
That one of my jokes a have the pretty young things laughing
A chubby little bastard with a nack for little debbie snacks
But what I lacked in looks I made up for it in passion
No advance and plus we make it happen
And ya concious more obnoxious in that laffy taffy snappin
Goodbye yesterday's rags, hello high fashion
Years before you's a man, then built a castle with sand
With no regards for tidal waves I finally established
Til water comes in gallon drums and wipes away my palace
But now I'm sitting lovely off in wonderland with Alice
With purple people passing me at the caterpillars chalice
Ha ha, you probably thinking I'm wrong right
Like I should quit writing these songs right
Tell you what, do it better I just might
Take it back to 86 you wanna lick sike
[Bridge 1: Travie McCoy]
Don't let the tv mislead you, me and you dude we are not equal
Fuck you this is for my people, fuck you this is for my people
Don't try to hide like I can't see you
Your parents must a been trans you so see through
Fuck you this is for my people, fuck you this is for my people
You might also like[Hook: Travie McCoy]
Put up ya peace sign put ya index down
Put up ya peace sign put ya index down
Put up ya peace sign put ya index down
Put up ya peace sign put ya index down
[Verse 2 :Busta Rhymes]
Before I utter words and before I start to begin
Let me make sure you clear I'm about securring the win
I puzzle up my words while I piece another concoction
Cause I'm stubborn with the thought that failure is never an option
I grinds like a carpenter til my calluses bleed
With the passion from my heart to the many mouths that I feed
That's why I look at most of you stupid I know its odd
Because you can't really do nothing to me unless you God
Well being that none of you ain't him
You can't fuck with me now watch me erase them
Now trust me see I'm so determined
I'm walking through the heap of gauntlets how the fire was burning
Or how the tire was turning on the rim of the V
I laugh and shake it off the shit they be doing to me
With all the yappin and talking and so and so
You think that you could ever stop the kid OH NO
[Bridge 2: Busta Rhymes]
So if you get in my way, you know you done son
You best believe what I say, you better run son
Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones
Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones
You better kneel down and pray, cause where I come from
We going hard everyday, that's how the fights won
Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones
Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Put up the peace sign put the index down
Put up the peace sign put the index down
Put up the peace sign put the index down
Put up the peace sign put the index down
[Verse 3: Travie McCoy]
Look mom no hands (no hands)
Your little boys a man (god damn)
Everything you said is finally setting in
The training wheels fell off and I kept pedaling
Now I'm riding wheelies on this industry
Say the word and I'll ghost ride this bitch instantly
Good looking pop all the strength that you giving me
Wasn't for you GymClass would be history
I'm on my upstate shit
I was Brooklyn broke but now I'm upstate rich
Getting brain from two dames with french accents
I don't mess with local chicks I get em upstate shipped
Ha, you probably thinking I'm wrong right
Like I should quit writing these song right
Tell you what, do it better I just might
Take it back to 86 you wanna lick sike
[Bridge 3: Travie McCoy]
Now its a lot of y'all that can't stand me
Cause my resemblance to Prince is uncanny
But fuck you this is for my family, fuck you this is for my family
Upstate New York to Miami, Up late recording in my jamies
I do it for my family, fuck you this is for my family
[Extended Hook: Travie McCoy]
Put up the peace sign put the index down
Put up the peace sign put the index down
Put up the peace sign put the index down
Put up the peace sign put the index down
Put up the peace sign put the index down
Put up the peace sign put the index down
Put up the peace sign put the index down
Put up the peace sign put the index down3 | Alternative | 8 | 7 | 2,008 | null |
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2,304 | Like Me | Tyga | [Hook]
Uh yea bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling
Bet you nigga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Yea, bitches choosing and they calling
Cause I’m balling said they wanna fuck a nigga (like me)
And my niggas paid, they ain't never gotta pay (like me)
Yea bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling
Bet you nigga, he ain’t balling (like me)
[Verse 1]
Uh, Tyga stripe, rally paint
I’m the shit, bitch let it stink (let it stink)
Rinse your eyes with my holy water, I ain’t gone take her
I know that’s his only daughter, nigga whatchu thinkin?
This that big bang rapper balling, huh
I don’t even drink, but she alcoholic
Baby sip it 'til it’s gone (yea I know it)
Uh, cash like coke, bitches gotta blow it
So put your number on this paper, I promise I’ll call
No, I can’t called bitch I’m lying, I don’t use my phone, shit
Shit is on silent all day long
I don’t need no interruption when I’m making you moan
Early morn, wake up, then you yawn
Breakfast in bed, waffles and a little head, Roscoe’s
Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit
Cause I’m balling, bitch
See Tyga LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Uh, hotel suite, presidential
Fuck you bitching what you been through
I got two doors homie, one side for my clothes
Another side for my big shoes
Now that’s balling, don’t think that’s balling?
Motherfucker how would you know it, if you’ve never done it
I turned my engine on loud, wake the neighbor, honey
Life like chocolate when you getting money
Rain, rain dollar bills in my dreams
Bitches fighting for me like it’s Jerry Spring’
But this the Summer, Winter, they falling for me
Colder than a coca cola polo, 7 degrees
You know you watch T.V , separate your mind, please
If you’re the bomb bitch, why you tryna tick with me
Remove your top, time to pop
She said she like it rough, so I beat it up, pussy punch
[Verse 3]
King Lazareth, living on that lavish shit
Lose your mind, lose your sense
Pay attention, yea you feeling me
Fill my cup high as trees, relax feel the breeze
All jokes aside, got a mistress on the side
If you riding for me then you gone ride or die
Ruff Ryder Volume 2 my love
If you wanna party, got a party bus
Capacity us, full moon, brandy glass
So loosen your Gucci baby, lemme spank that ass
Taste so good, blueberry, Raspberry
Berry cherry, whip cream on that twat
You can applaud that, terminator, I’ll be right back
Say my name, Tyga man, screaming so loud, like I know you can
[Hook]
[Outro]
Sound so good; make you wanna slap your Momma
Young Money, Tyga Tyga, nigga5 | Hip-HopRap | 7 | 11 | 2,010 | 21,897 |
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2,312 | Last Words | Nas | [Produced by L.E.S]
[Chorus: Nas & Nashawn]
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful minds, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful minds, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
[Verse 1: Nashawn]
I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone
Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones
Wanna be the heat you feel makin' ya moan
Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on
Wanna be the god you feel when you pray-on
It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper calm
I'm gonna kill somethin', rap cats be real frontin'
Fuck shootin' legs, cock back put his brains on the pave
Nigga how 'bout that, close range with the gauge get payed
First rapper to shoot off stage
Turn the front page the next day, my life is like a book
A twenty four hour song without no hook
Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug
Turn corners when you turn corners, know who to plug
Thugs around me outside its grimy outside
Better slide before you get bodied outside
You might also like[Chorus: Nas & Nashawn]
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful minds, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful minds, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
[Verse 2: Nas]
I'ma prison cell six by nine
Livin' hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house
I'm the place many fear 'cause there's no way out
I take the sun away put misery instead
When you with me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin' apart
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark
Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse
All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin')
I make it hotter in the summer, colder in the winter
If the court parole ya then another con enters
No remorse for your tears I seen 'em too often
When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin
Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep
Make you dream that you free then you wake up to me
Face to face with a cage no matter your age
I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage
Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out
'Cause only you and I know what sufferings about
Yo it's stunnin' when bed sheets become your woman
And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comin'
Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you
You'll always be my property nigga stay legal...
[Chorus: Nas & Nashawn]
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful minds, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful minds, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
[Outro: Nas & Nashawn]
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful minds, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'4 | Hip-Hop | 23 | 11 | 1,999 | 26,098 |
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2,313 | This Way | Dilated Peoples | [Intro: Kanye West, Sample, Choir, & Evidence]
Now turn it up (A little louder!)
Turn it up (A little louder!)
Turn it up (A little louder!)
Can't live my, I, I can't live my
I can't live my, I, I can't live
Turn it up (A little louder!)
I, I can't live my
Can't live my life...
[Verse 1: Evidence]
Yeah, yo, I can't live my I, I can't live my
Life this way, continually get high
Instead of running 'round, lock one bird down (Yeah)
It's a new day, gotta do it big just to get by (Right, right)
Show no respect? Can't live that way (Nah, nah)
You hold my check? Can't live that way
Without my chick on deck? Can't live that way (Yeah)
They say what they like, but I've been that way (Woo!)
I moves calculated through the lens, almost here (Yeah)
Success will be the best revenge (Yeah)
Man, from Clint East' to Kanye West (What up! What up!)
The sun can't chill but everyday it sets (Evidence!)
[Hook: Men's Choir + (Women's Choir) & Kanye West]
This time, I made up my mind
This time, I'm back on my grind
I know there's things in my life
That I'ma let go starting tonight
(I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
(I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
I can't live my, I, I can't live my
I can't live my life
This way (Can't live my, I, I can't live my)
This way (I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
(This Way) I can't live my, I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way (Yeah, Kanye to the)
You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West]
My favorite girl wanna leave me just because I got a girlfriend
My freak girl told me now, she a Christian
My white girl wanna move back to Michigan (Okay)
I'm pulling girls off the bench like a sixth man
I'm in the club, doing the same ol' two step
While Omegas doing the same ol' "Q" step (Q!)
I have my money on my mind, I was thinking green
She a pledge A.K.A., she was pink and green
I want a good girl, she want a gentleman (Okay)
We saying the same thing like a synonym
I wasn't really spitting game, I was scrimmaging
My penmanship so hard it need censorship (Woo!)
I'm a Chicagoan 'til Chicago ends (Yeah!)
Till we blow like Chicago wind
I don't know what's better, getting laid or getting paid (Haha)
I just know when I'm getting one, the other's getting away
This way!
[Hook: Choir + (Female Choir)]
This time I made up my mind (Ugh)
This time I'm back on my grind (Yeah)
I know there's things in my life
That I'mma let go starting tonight
(I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
(I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
I can't live my, I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way (can't live my, I, I can't live my)
This way (I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
This way, I can't live my, I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way
[Verse 3: Rakaa Iriscience]
Go 'head, flip a coin so the game can start
Believe I know the drama, kid name the part
I learned before the hot flame came the spark
It's like before the pop fame came to 'Pac
But this industry'll play with your life man
They playing with your rent, food, water and lights man
That's why Rakaa brings it like that ol' Toddy Tee jam
The Batterram then I'm off to Amsterdam
To rest up for strength to deal with this weight
To deal with these deals, to deal with this hate
I dedicate this Jam Master Jay
Run-D.M.C. showed me how to walk, this way
[Hook: Choir + (Female Choir)]
This time I made up my mind
This time I'm back on my grind
I know there's things in my life
That I'mma let go starting tonight
(I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
(I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
I can't live my, I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way (can't live my, I, I can't live my)
This way (I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
This way, I can't live my, I, I can't live my
I can't live my life this way13 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 4 | 2,004 | 103,346 |
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2,314 | Heat Under the Baby Seat | Lupe Fiasco | [Verse]
Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
He robbed the candy shop, told her lay down on the floor
"Put the cookies in bag, take the pennies out the drawer!"
Little Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and American devils
A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face
Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal
Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad
That he snuck into school in his black book bag
His black nail polish, black boots, and black hat
He going to blow away the bully that just pushed his ass
Little Joker got a gun he bought on the street
To go and kill the niggas that beat him up last week
Cause he don't let go of none of his past beefs
Bullets flying out the window, shells landing on the seats
Little Sarah got a gun from her Uncle Sam
She got armor-piercing rounds and her gun don't jam
She got laser-guided rockets, she killing to go to college
She thought it was an insurgent, it was some old man
Now, you can get guns on the internet
AK's, Glock nines, intratecs
So when you see shorty don't disrespect
Watch 'A Better Tomorrow' and play Grand Theft Auto
Hear a bangYou might also like | Hip-HopRap | 10 | 3 | 2,006 | 5,243 |
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2,315 | Mama Said Knock You Out | LL Cool J | [Intro]
C'mon, man
And with the local DBC news
LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback
Word (But tonight—)
[Verse 1]
Don't call it a comeback, I been here for years
I'm rocking my peers, putting suckas in fear
Making the tears rain down like a monsoon
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosions, overpowering
Over the competition, I'm towering
Wrecking shop when I drop
that'll make you call the cops
Don't you dare stare, you better move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's paying the price
[Chorus]
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
See LL Cool J LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like[Verse 2]
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just getting warm
Just like Muhammad Ali, they called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
That you know I had beef with
Why do you riff with me? The maniac psycho
And when I pull out my jammy get ready 'cause it might go blaow
How ya like me now?
The Ripper will not allow
You to get with, Mr. Smith, don't riff
Listen to my gear shift
I'm blasting, outlasting
Kinda like Shaft, so you could say I'm shafting
Olde English filled my mind
And I came up with a funky rhyme
[Chorus]
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh), breakdown
[Post-Chorus]
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie (Yeah)
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie (Yeah)
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie (Uh)
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie (Huh)
[Verse 3]
Shadow boxing when I heard you on the radio
Uh, I just don't know
What made you forget that I was raw?
But now I got a new tour
I'm going insane
Starting the hurricane, releasing pain
Letting you know that you can't gain
I maintain unless ya say my name
Ripping, killing, digging and drilling a hole
Pass the ol' gold
[Chorus]
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
[Verse 4]
Shotgun blasts are heard
When I rip and kill at will
The man of the hour, tower of power
I'll devour
I'm gonna tie you up and let you
Understand that I'm not your average man
When I got a jammy in my hand
Damn
Ooh, listen to the way I slay
Your crew
Damage, uh, damage, uh
Damage, uh, damage
Destruction, terror, and mayhem
Pass me a sissy-soft sucka, I'll slay him
Farmers (What?) Farmers (What?)
I'm ready (We ready)
I think I'm gonna bomb a town (Get down)
Don't you never, ever, pull my lever
'Cause I explode
And my nine is easy to load
I gotta thank God
'Cause he gave me the strength to rock hard
[Chorus]
Knock you out
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (Huh)
Mama said knock you out (Huh)
[Post-Chorus]
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie (Damn)
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
Gangster boogie, gangster boogie
[Outro]
They all fell
They all—
The— They all fell
They all fell
I excel— They all fell
I excel— They all fell
I excel— They all fell
I excel28 | Hip-HopRap | 26 | 2 | 1,991 | 198,412 |
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2,318 | I’m Bo Yo | Bo Burnham | [Verse 1]
Now, I don't know if all boy scouts are gay
As they could probably "tie the knot" in like fifty different ways
Got a safe full o' cherries, 'cause I pop it and lock it
A girl's like a fridge, once a week you should stock it
Girl, if you're into rimmin', it's only safe if you're swimmin'
But girl, don't sit on that couch, 'cause I treat my objects like women
I spit fire like I just blew a demon
My shit's so hot I'll leave your toilet bowl steamin'
I'm gonna tear it, like the cards of the gypsies
You'll bleed for so long you'll get monthly ellipses
If your pants are loose, I'll replete ya
You're a first time vegan and it's nice to meet ya
[Chorus]
I'm Bo, yo
I'm the greatest rapper ever
And I'll weather your weather-whether you think I'm clever or not
Think you're better, you're not
Don't need a sweater, I'm hot
I'm a real G, shawty, that can really find your G-spot
What the hell's a G-spot?
[Verse 2]
Go to a vagina orchard, count one, two, three
Spin that plant around, you got a third world country
That's right, consider yourself warned
I'm offensive and creative like handicapped porn
You're playing with your breasts, excuse me, can I try it ma'am?
You're pushin' em together like a titty Venn diagram
Look at that crack! Excuse me can I buy a gram?
Right below your diaphragm, ass looks like you're hidin' ham
First base, we're makin' out
Second base, I'm gettin' faked out
I said, third base, I'm gettin' take out
And I'd try to take it home if I knew I'd take it out
But I just don't know, I said I just don't care
I said my flow's so cold I need a tampon from a polar bear
And you can spell and smell my stink
B.O. lingers and it makes you think
You might also like[Chorus]
Cause I'm Bo yo
And I'm the greatest rapper ever
And I'll weather your weather-whether you think I'm clever or not
Think you're better, you're not
Don't need a sweater, I'm hot
You got two eyes, only got one shot, yeah
Yo
[Verse 3]
'Cause girls are like donuts when I be bustin' Bo nuts
I can make 'em cream-filled or give them a layer of glaze
I'm like Doug's friend Skeeter whenever I meet her
'Cause I skeet her so hard people call her Patty Mayonnaise
Yo, my girl is epileptic 'cause she's the one I'm jerkin' with
Come on, you Asian child laborer, show me what you're workin' with
Oh, large machinery?
'Cause there's an inverse relationship between respect and sects
I'm talking about religious sects like a Mormon sect
That says you can't have sex with members of different sects
But you can't have sex with members of the same sex
So if the sects can't be different, the sex can't be same
Then the only sex left is some left hand shame
And girl I left you 'cause you left the game
And if that don't feel right then you can write my name
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm Bo yo
I'm the greatest rapper ever
And I'll weather your weather-whether you think I'm clever or not
Think you're better, you're not
Don't need a sweater, I'm hot
If I can't think of another rhyme, then I ought to think of one
Yeah, break this down, man
Yo, yo
[Verse 4]
This isn't about ironic pigment
If you're imagining this then I'm a chronic figment, yeah
Feel it, ready?
Man, my junk's so long that it hangs and swings
So at the nude beach, people think I'm lookin for lost rings
Play the skin flute, your big boy sings
If you want to take it all, wear African neck rings, oh
Yeah, come on
Haters call me gay, but that ain't hatin'
Cause I'm not homophobic, my morals are straight, and
If I'm in the closet, you are below me
Takin' the B-A-T out of basement, homie, yeah
[Chorus]
Yo, 'cause I'm Bo yo
I'm the greatest rapper ever
And I'll weather your weather-whether you think I'm clever or not
Think you're better, you're not
Don't need a sweater, I'm hot
I'm a real G, that can really find your G-spot
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo
I'm a real G homie that can really find your G-spot, oh
I'm representing you
I'm representing the people from the 01982, yo
[Outro]
Oh my god, buy my EP on iTunes right now
Go, right now, while I stall, buy it right now
Out!22 | ComedySpoken Word | 10 | 3 | 2,009 | 222,106 |
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2,319 | See You In My Nightmares | Kanye West | [Intro: Kanye West & Lil Wayne]
I'm cold (Yeah)
I'm cold (Yeah)
I'm cold (Yeah, yeah)
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I got the right to put up a fight
But not quite, 'cause you cut off my light
But my sight is better tonight
And I might see you in my nightmare
Ooh, how did you get there?
'Cause we were once a fairy tale
But this is farewell, yeah
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I got my life and it's my only one
I got the night, I'm running from the sun
So good night, I'm headed out the door
Door, door, door, door
After tonight, there will be no return
After tonight, I'm taking off on the road
I'm taking off on the road
And that, you know
[Chorus: Kanye West]
That, you know
Tell everybody that you know
That I don't love you no more
And that's one thing that you know, that you know
You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Okay, I'm back up on my grind
You do you and I'm just gon' do mine
You do you 'cause I'm just gon' be fine
Okay, I got you out my mind
And the night is young, the drinks is cold
The stars is out, I'm ready to go
You always thought I was always wrong
Well, now you know
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Tell everybody, everybody that you know
Tell everybody that you know
That I don't love you no more
And that's one thing that you know, that you know
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I got the right to put up a fight
But not quite, 'cause you cut off my light
But my sight is better tonight
And I might see you in my nightmare
Ooh, how did you'd get there?
'Cause we were once a fairy tale
But this is farewell, yeah
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Baby girl, I'm finished, I thought we were committed
I thought we were cemented, I really thought we meant it
But now we just repent it, and now we just resent it
The clouds is in my vision, look how high that I be getting
And it's all because of you, girl, we through
You think your ish don't stank, but you are Mrs. P-U
And I don't see you with me no more
Now tell everybody that you know, that you know
[Chorus: Kanye West]
That, you know
Tell everybody that you know
That I don't love you no more
And that's one thing that you know, that you know
That you know
Tell everybody that you know
That I don't love you no more
And that's one thing that you know, that you know50 | Hip-HopRap | 24 | 11 | 2,008 | 222,403 |
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2,321 | First Day of School | Soulja Boy | [Intro]
First day of school, Soulja
[Chorus]
Hat gon' match my shoe, shirt gon' match my belt
Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself
Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah
Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt
Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself
Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah
Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt
Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself
Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah
[Verse 1]
That boy there be clean and that boy that be fresh boy
And that boy that be seen and that got on dimes boy
And that boy that be fresh, that boy that smell like coburr
That boy there he clean, that boy right there he turned up
That boy that boy clean yeah, that boy that boy fresh aww
That boy that boy swagging, they can't help that boy he got that pretty boy swag
He got them girls going crazy, Gucci served polo draw aww man he crazy
Man that boy that fresh (oh!), man that boy that clean man
Man that boy he rocked them J's that you ain't never seen yeah (oh!)
Man that boy that fresh yoo, man that boy there clean man
Soulja Boy that boy that got the fresh you've ever seen, first day
See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Chorus]
Hat gon' match my shoe, shirt gon' match my belt
Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself
Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah
Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt
Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself
Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah
Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt
Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself
Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah
[Verse 2]
What they do, Soulja?
Man they tried to jock my swag, Soulja Boy duplicate
Can I get that back?
Freshest in the class, yeah I know they hatin'
Cleanest nigga in the school, class 08
I swear it Soulja, boy I told ya
Back then when I was inside Penola
I did days drive top in my Rova
I hate to say it but god damn I took ova
S.Beezy
[Chorus]
Hat gon' match my shoe, shirt gon' match my belt
Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself
Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah
Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt
Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself
Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah
Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt
Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself
Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah3 | Hip-Hop | 26 | 7 | 2,010 | 13,826 |
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2,322 | Apologize | Kanye West | [Intro]
Ah-ahem
There's something I did
There's something I can explain how to-
I can't speak for everybody but, um, man
[Verse 1]
It must be more good women than men, percentage-wise
So her chance of having a husband just minimized
That's why a lot of girls claim they ain't into guys (Haha)
And mess with other girls part-time to improvise (Haha)
I knew she wasn’t bi, no, I seen it in her eyes
But I'm like any other guy trying to get in her thighs
She telling me 'bout how black people should enterprise (Haha)
And I'm like, if you don't get your ass in this ride from Enterprise (Haha)
That I rented yesterday and gotta have in by five
With the gas fully filled up like I didn't drive
Told her I had a girl, dawg, fuck it, I didn't lie (Haha)
Told her this rap game is alright, I'm just getting by (Haha)
She had a little weed and we get a little high
And I'm looking in her eyes and I'm loving her vibe
Told me back in '95, she fell in love with the Tribe (Haha)
Boo, back in '92, I was just like you (Haha)
Please, don't be confused by the ice and jewels
I'm like any other nigga, buy ice to stay cool
Like any other nigga that claim they hate school (Haha)
And think, "Yeah, Free's banging but she's no Rachel" (Haha)
You might also like[Chorus]
We ball 'til we fall, hit the mall. after we hit, don't call
We fill your lives with nothing but lies (Haha) and I would like to apologize (Haha)
We ball 'til we fall, hit the mall, after we hit, don't call
We fill your lives with nothing but lies (Haha) and I would like to apologize (Haha)
But you can't stand right here and tell me everything is going to be alright (Haha)
'Cause until that a real (Haha) man stands up, I'm going to have to improvise (Haha)
[Verse 2]
Was it something I did wrong? (Haha) Yeah, I know I'm wrong
She's at home alone and I'm always gone
Hate it when she mad but more when she passive (Haha)
Now she on the internet, looking for classes (Haha)
Out of state though, man, that hurt, yo
But I got work though, and I'm at work, yo
And she don't call a lot
And when she do, she pouring out her heart (Haha)
"You never listen to me," then the call drop, hmm
And I promised her everything
Told her when I get a deal, I'll get her a wedding ring
But when I got my deal, I was back in the ring (Haha)
Fighting my urges, strip club splurges (Haha)
Never had money, so I felt like a virgin
And I'm trying to break the bank's cherry
Tryna see, can I afford Canaries
With a Ferrari (Haha) and a dinner date with Halle Berry? (Haha)
Went from fifty G's to fifteen hundred in a week
Now I'm trying to call
One ring, two rings, seven rings, eight rings
Her mother picked up the phone (Haha)
Like, "She in school and she don't stay here no more" (Haha)
I guess there's more good women than men, percentage-wise
So her chance of having a husband just minimized
I guess that's why she says she ain't into guys (Haha)
And focus on school full-time to improvise (Haha)
[Chorus]
We ball 'til we fall, hit the mall. after we hit, don't call
We fill your lives with nothing but lies (Haha) and I would like to apologize (Haha)
We ball 'til we fall, hit the mall, after we hit, don't call
We fill your lives with nothing but lies (Haha) and I would like to apologize (Haha)
But you can't stand right here and tell me everything is going to be alright (Haha)
'Cause until that real (Haha) man stands up, I'm going to have to improvise (Haha)
You can't stand right here and tell me everything is going to be alright (Haha)
'Cause until that (Haha) man stands up, I'm going to have to improvise (Haha)
You can't stand right here and tell me everything is going to be alright (Haha)
'Cause until that (Haha) man stands up, I'm going to have to improvise (Haha)11 | Hip-HopRap | 21 | 3 | 2,004 | 58,867 |
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2,323 | Mean Mug | Soulja Boy | [Intro: Soulja Boy]
Soulja!
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy, 50 Cent & Both]
My flow sicker, your dough thick? Well, my dough thicker
You talk shit, I will kick your door, nigga
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon
AK-47 got 'em dialing 911
I pull that trigger, y'all fuck with my lil' nigga
I come through, get ya, hop out, them hollows hit ya
Keep thinking it's a game, niggas ain't playin'
Soulja Boy, I'll bust your brain
Nigga talking all that shit, y'all niggas cannot represent
Fucking with a young ass killer, young ass gorilla
Nigga, I'll split ya, I'll deal with ya, knife stick ya, ice pick ya
Run for your life, nigga, I won't tell ya twice
Bitch, go run, do the Dougie, all the gangstas, they love me
These hoes, they be all on me, they can't help that they want me
They want me back
I'm on another level, bitch, you heard me say that, didn't you?
S.O.D, I never mentioned you because you not worthy
Yeah, we royalty, don't talk to me, bitch, you not worthy
[Chorus: Soulja Boy, with 50 Cent]
Mean mug? Nigga, you gon' mug who?
Rob me? Nigga, we gon' rob you
Choppers on me, niggas, we don't give a fuck
I'm in the club, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug
See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Verse 2: 50 Cent & Soulja Boy]
When I'm trippin', I'm twisted, I slap my clip in
When I flip, ho, duck down when I start gettin'
I'm iced out, bitch, my neck and my ears drippin'
I lost count, all this paper I be gettin'
Any fucking game, nigga, pass me the ball
And watch a nigga ball, I'm Gucci to the drawers
I'm money over all, I don't really give a fuck
Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up
Lick me up 'til I pop, shawty swallow every drop
From the balls to the top, she must do this shit a lot
She's a freak, she's a pro, got that paper, it's a go
Bring the kush, bring the dro, she might bless you on the low
Man, that's why I picked you off the ground
If you make a fucking sound
Disrespect my fucking crew, bitch, is you a fucking clown?
Get the fuck back, nigga, we up in the club
High as fuck, talk shit and you gon' get dropped
[Chorus: Soulja Boy, with 50 Cent]
Mean mug? Nigga, you gon' mug who?
Rob me? Nigga, we gon' rob you
Choppers on me, niggas, we don't give a fuck
I'm in the club, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, misery loves company, nigga
I'll send you to see yo' dead motherfuckin' homies
Come right close to you, 187 to most of you
Chop-Choppin' out the window
Fuck is the matter with yo' face, nigga?
What the fuck is you lookin at?
I will spin that motherfuckin' barrel at you, nigga
Try me, ooh, I want you to try me, nigga!8 | Hip-Hop | 30 | 11 | 2,010 | 25,873 |
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2,329 | Hyyerr | Kid Cudi | [Intro: Kid Cudi & Chip Tha Ripper]
Easy, ahh
This is Easy Sunday Morning
And we're right here on a beautiful morning
In Cleveland, Ohio, and it's chilly today
The kids are going to school, the grass is frosty
(This should be my) Let's take it on, on the ride-ide out
(Theme song) In the morning
(To life) Hello Cleveland
(Hahah) Yeah
[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
A nigga like me be so gone
Eyes so low that a nigga gotta throw his locs on
"Wonder what them folks on?" That's what they be askin'
Dumb kush we smokes on, smell it when a nigga passin'
We gettin' to the cash and, you can see a nigga shinin'
Just a little gold, a couple hoes, couple, two, three diamonds
Up in the hood where you find him
'Less he out on the road ('Less he out on the road)
Every show got a bag full of blow and Patron
All my niggas getting throwed like they 'posed to
Cause life is short and filled with lots of grief and doubt
So I just, pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out
And free my scalp, I need to free my mind a puff at a time
I'm up all the time, I'm up on the grind
So a Red Bull and a blunt would be fine
Just wanna feel fine, just wanna kill time
Just wanna relax and think of a rhyme
Don't really like sippin' cause I get to trippin'
My nigga, just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a little bit for the trip
Just in case we get blurped by 5-0
"Sir, you look high", I know, but I prefer my eyes low
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper]
And we get higher, and higher
And higher, and higher
And we get higher, and higher
And higher, and higher
You know we get higher, and higher
And higher, and higher
You know we get higher, so higher
Oh-oh-oh, oh yeah, we get so high
[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Yeah, they say, "Easy friend"
There he go talkin' 'bout weed again
Probably cause of all that weed in him, yes and no
Cause and effect is what most don't know
Doing bad or like Mike said could be doing wrong
Forget about the obvious context of song
Put your brain where it belong
Can't we just all get a bong and tag along?
And we float, we kids with hope
Better to cope when you smoke
Dawg, please don't miss
What a nigga tryna get you thinking 'bout
We outside because my mama in the house
Puff-puff-pass with your bitch-ass
Back in high school, smoked weed when I cut class
And now I'm an addict, tragic, stay rolling up while reclining
I be looking down, see my Jesus piece shining
Good look, Yeezy, now I stay blinded by that light
Somebody pass me that shell to the right
Yes, I'm going, I'll be outtie, and you can find me
I'll be chilling back, I'll be chilling, Jack
Let's go
[Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper]
And we get higher, and higher
And higher, and higher
And we get higher, and higher
And higher, and higher
You know we get higher, and higher
And higher, and higher
You know we get higher, so higher
Oh-oh-oh, oh yeah, we get so high24 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 9 | 2,009 | 137,949 |
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2,330 | Don’t Play This Song | Kid Cudi | [Intro]
Hey, let's have some fun this time
[Chorus: Kid Cudi, Kid Cudi & Mary J. Blige]
Wanna know what it sound like when I'm not on drugs?
Please, please don't play this song
R-r-r-r-right, r-right, r-right, right, right
Trying to get my mind, my mind, my mind, right, right
People think they really being helpful
By telling me please be careful, yeah right
R-r-right, r-right, right, right
Please, please don't play this song
Yeah, haha
[Verse 1]
Pain, hurt, sadness, and loneliness
Balled all that shit right up
Tossed it away to the bottomless pit
The part of my mind that slips
And the part of my mind so sick
I don't even like to take the trip unless I'm sloppy drunk
I pray for my mom, how a teach had a son
That never gave a fuck about a scantron?
All I wanted was to be a human being
And show all the world some new colors and scenes
Imagine all types of beautiful scenery
I remember when I first had trees
Smoked out a Black and Mild, so dumb of me
Now, I'm grape Cigarillo man
Any young black kid, guaranteed fan
Hold it down, humble pie on the humble
And I treat normal girls like models
Reckless and young, and my, my mom's calling
Think I should hit decline
I'm numb faced while I'm thinking 'bout suicide
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus: Kid Cudi, Mary J. Blige, Kid Cudi & Mary J. Blige]
Wanna know what it sound like when I'm not on drugs?
Please, please don't play this song (Please don't play this song)
R-r-r-r-right, r-right, r-right, right, right (Right)
Trying to get my mind, my mind, my mind, right, right
People think they really being helpful
By telling me please be careful, yeah right
R-r-right, r-right, right, right (Hey, whoa)
Please, please don't play this song (Yeah, hey)
[Verse 2]
Black Robin Hood, riding high just like we should
You know the saying, ain't no delaying
Gotta gets the getting while the getting's good
Yeah, demented, my brain was forced to transform
Wise up, I'm checking the gate
On humble tales and minimum wage
The blogs tell it, "Cudi's lame
Wearing a kilt? He must be gay"
Let's keep it trill, fuck being discreet
But some girls tweet how they miss my meat
Yeah, Cudders; HBO, that Vitamin Water
That's money to blow 'cause it's money for blow
Don't take no shit, you can blame my ma
I'm in the maze, I'm in a daze, I'm losing it
I'm locking in my rocketship
I'll be a blip on your radar, bitch
Feels like things can be covered
Until the day I'm above myself, hovered
[Chorus: Kid Cudi, Mary J. Blige, Kid Cudi & Mary J. Blige]
Wanna know what it sound like when I'm not on drugs?
Please, please don't play this song
R-r-r-r-right, r-right, r-right, right, right (—ight)
Trying to get my mind, my mind, my mind, right, right
People think they really being helpful
By telling me please be careful, yeah right (Me)
R-r-right, r-right, r-right, right, right (They thinking 'bout me)
Please, please don't play this song, aha
[Outro: Kid Cudi, Mary J. Blige]
Mmm (Ooh-ooh)
Yeah (Ooh)
Yeah (Ooh)
Mmm (I say ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah)
Mmm (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah)
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2,331 | Careful What You Wish For | Eminem | [Intro]
"Breaking news: Detroit rapper Eminem cancels his sold-out European tour to check himself into rehab after admitting an addiction to sleep medication
We'll have more on this story as it develops"
"Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice has apparently survived a gunshot to the head in what appears to be a random drive-by shooting
Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be alienated--"
"On again/off again relationship with..."
"This just in, a tour bus involving Eminem's bus..."
"Updating a story we brought you earlier about gunfire at an after-hours club, we've learned that the rapper Proof has been fatally shot"
"Shady/Aftermath recording artist..."
"Long-time best friend of Eminem and a member of the rap group D12"
"D12, back in the news again today..."
"Is it a sabbatical or the end? The rumors and speculation continue to swirl around Eminem
He insists he's just taking a break, but doubters believe he's retiring, leaving us all to ask, 'Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?'"
[Verse 1]
So this is it, this is what I wished for
Just isn't how I envisioned it, fame to the point of imprisonment
I just thought the shit'd be different
But somethin' changed the minute that I got a whiff of it
I started to inhale it, smell it, started sniffin' it
And it became my cocaine, I just couldn't quit
I just wanted a little bit, then it turned me to a monster
I became a hypocrite, concert after concert
I was rakin' in the dough, rollin' in green
Had the game hemmed up, like a sewing machine
But I was losing my freedom, there was nowhere for me
To not go and be seen, and just go and be me
And there was no in-between, you either loved it or hate it
Every CD critics gave it a three, then three
Years later they go back and re-rate it
Then called The Slim Shady LP the greatest
The Marshall Mathers was a classic
The Eminem Show was fantastic
But Encore just didn't have the caliber to match it
I guess enough time just ain't passed yet
A couple more years, that shit'll be Illmatic
And eight years later, I'm still at it
Divorced, re-married, a felon, a father, sleeping pill addict
And this is real talk, I feel like The Incredible Hulk
My back has been broke and I can still walk
You might also like[Chorus]
So be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it
And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it
'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold
I said be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it
And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it
'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold
[Verse 2]
I got a letter from a fan that said he's been praying for me
Every day and for some reason
It's been weighing on my mind heavy
'Cause I don't read every letter I get
But something told me to go ahead and open it
But why would someone pray for you
When they don't know you?
You didn't pray for me when I was local
And as I lay these vocals, I think of all the shit I had to go through
Just to get to where I'm at, I've already told you
At least a thousand times in these rhymes
I appreciate the prayer but I've already got God on my side
And it's been one hell of a ride, hasn't it?
Just watching it from a opposite standpoint
Man, boy's got to look
Nuts, and that's the only word I can think of
Right now, on how to describe the shit
This is like a vibe you get, go ahead and bop to it
Just watch what you wish for 'cause I got the shit
[Chorus]
So be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it
And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it
'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold
I said be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it
And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it
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2,332 | The Autograph | J. Cole | [Intro]
Just turn the beat down just a little bit
Hey, yeah
[Verse 1]
They say anything's possible
You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles
Chasing obscene profits so we ain’t stopping for the red lights
Look in my rearview, all I see is niggas' headlights
Catch me if you can ho, they try and sack me and I scramble
Look up in the sky you’ll see exactly where I am bo
Hey, don’t you see me man?
Making my wishes come true with no genie man
I got the keys to my beamer with no Beenie Man
I’m on these rich niggas' ass, no bikini man
I bring the real to the day the Lord free me man
Never imagined that the kids would want to be me man
Ay, could it be I give the hopeless broke kids hope?
Caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
Simply had to approach, "What's up youngblood?"
Ay, ain't it strange?
A year ago today, my nigga, I was counting change
Yeah, hopping trains up in New York City
Know I gotta thank God, 'cause if you weren’t with me
Then I surely woulda died, you can throw the fork in me
This my New Year's resolution, dawg, no more pork in me
Uh, I ain't no Muslim though
Caron Butler, I’m a wizard if ya doesn't know
It's Young Simba, yeah, I’m ballin’ 'til the buzzer blow
You's tryna kick the shit I kick, man you gon' stub your toe
Boy that's just how tough I go, see this is my light work
This shit y'all callin' classic, I be like, "That might work"
Want you to feel something new, that's how a dyke work
They ask me 'bout pressure, they want to see my pipe burst
You might also like[Interlude]
Not tonight nigga
Ay, not tonight nigga
Yeah, hey
Man, man, hey
[Verse 2]
Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so politely
Never met a baby momma momma who don’t like me
Met a couple baby fathers though that wanna fight me
I hit it 'til she snooze like the news nigga, nightly
Send her back to you when she no longer excites me
Now she bitter with this nigga 'cause he ain't quite me
One thing's for certain baby girl, you are a wifey
Two things for fucking sure, I am not the husband though
So run back to him while you still can
He sticking with his wife and kid, yeah, that's a real man
I was ashamed all along and I still am
We let the lust interrupt something real, damn
Well girl we grown so you gotta play your own position
I wouldn’t say that you a ho, just made a ho decision
And you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibition
We both know that's what you wanted girl, I know you listenin'
[Interlude]
Hey
Girl, I know you listenin'
Uh, I know you listenin'
Hey, yeah
[Verse 3]
Shoutout to the bootleggers who supply my shit
The fans online tryna find my shit
And to them niggas listening but won't buy my shit
Then catch me in the street and wanna ride my dick
Y’all niggas is the worst, see me
Like, "J. Cole homie, could you sign my burnt CD?"
Nigga please, a album ten dollars, you act like it’s ten Gs
This food for thought cost the same as two No. 3s
So at ease with that broke shit
We all tryna get a dollar boy, no shit
You know I feel your pain, therefore I slang this hope shit
And give you lines that you rewind and think, "Oh shit"
These rappers talk a lot of money, cars and hoes shit
I give you that and then a whole lot more shit
That "got rich and still rapping like I’m poor" shit
You niggas think you know shit, man you don’t know shit
[Outro]
Ho bitch
Yeah, Cole, bitch
Uh, J. Cole, nigga
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2,333 | My World | Kid Cudi | [Intro]
Hello, yeah
[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Uh, little homie, in the room
In-in the room, boy on the moon
(Had-had no-no one) No one to hang out with
Talk that shit to just my little homies
One year younger, they ain't get where I was going
Took a turn to the worse when my father left me lonely (Hmm)
Lonely in my room
I-I mean me, up on the moon
Entertained myself, laughed at myself
As I grew to be a teen, I disguised myself
Had the lowest self-esteem, especially with the girls
Tried every sport just to impress all the girls
Instead of all the ladies, 'cause they talked down
I was too artsy, known to be a clown (Hmm)
(Ah-huh) And now my Facebook poppin'
'Cause I told the same girls I would be the hot shit
One day
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Billy Craven]
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Yeah, yeah, uh, big homie, made the move
Made-made the move, flew off the moon
Still (Had no-no one) no one to hang out with
Talk that shit to just my Brooklyn niggas
All I would wonder is when will my time come
Had mad jobs and I lost damn near all of them
Thinkin' 'bout my bosses, yep I hated all of them
Studio at night had me hustlin' to most of them
Nigga, I was late damn near every day
But I'ma be on time when my stars align
When my soul was happy on my Ramen diet
Followed by a loosey, was the meal of grinders
If you knowin' the truth, all you think about is that thing
Always be a hater tryna shoot down any dream
Until you meet a kid like K-I
Niggas thought I was crazy, my mama know I stay high
We getting money, mom
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Billy Craven]
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
[Bridge: Kid Cudi]
I was heavy-heavy-heavy on my grizzle
And none of y'all had a clue about me
And none of y'all had a clue about me
And none of y'all really knew about me
I was heavy-heavy-heavy on my grizzle
And none of y'all really cared about me
And none of y'all really cared about me
Now, guess what? I'm all you see, I'm all you see
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Billy Craven]
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
[Outro]
Yeah-ay-ohh-ohh
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2,334 | Not My Job | Mac Dre | [Verse 1]
Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stones
And get on a nigga head like some headphones
I'm finna spit it with a clear tone
Get your attention
The biggest thing since the TV invention
Dope as Zoloft, a big shot, a show off
Plus, I'm a big pimp, I get tore off
Fuck a good job, she need a good jaw
To sell BJs 'til her mouth get raw
I'm from the California coast, beaches and bridges
Hit the cock, get ghost, I don't be sleeping with bitches
I got a Cougnut, sitting on wires
On vogues, bitch, not Michelin tires
Can't control my desires
I buy from Nordstrom's, not Fred Meyer's
I do a lot of weed, love my supplier
She keep it, fuck the blood out my supplier
Man, I'm bigger than life, I do it Magnum
And 'bout these broke bitches, I'm through with having 'em
Dre bogard, he shove and he push
And start a war for nothing like G.W. Bush
We be loving the kush, but only in the Backwood
Without a Backwood, it ain't all that good
I'm from the streets, where most need heat
But I'll slice a nigga up like some roast beef meat
You might also like[Hook]
I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my job
I'll peel your cap back, but anything else, not my job
I'll get you for racks, but anything else, not my job
I'll make you a slap, but anything else is not my job
[Verse 2]
Bitch gon' ask me to come with her to grocery shop
I told her straight up like this, no siree Bob
That's not my job, I don't do that
I'm a pimp slash rapper, I thought you knew that
And where your dude at? Should I serve him the news
And let him know he's finna be walking in some brand new shoes?
Ooh, you a fool, gotta watch thyself
One false move and can't stop thyself
Sometimes I'm not myself, I'm another man
I'm a rockstar, in another band
Plus, I'm the man with the plan in his hands
Soon, we all playing in sand
'Cause to my estimations and these calculations
And all the money I made off The Rompalation
I'm finna get as many digits that's on a license plate
And shit on some of these midgets, bitch, I can't wait
[Hook]
I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my job
I'll peel your cap back, but anything else, not my job
I'll get you for racks, but anything else, not my job
I'll make you a slap, but anything else is not my job
[Verse 3]
When I dip, they trip off what Furl dressed in
Plus, I got a mouth full of girl's best friend
I'm a Back to the Future, new game kind of nigga
Y'all lames is plain, drinking the same kind of liquor
Wearing the same kind of clothes, fucking the same kind of hoes
And you Bedrock pimping, meaning your game's kind of old
And you don't want it with me, I'll bother ya
So get lost, pal, before I clobber ya
I got golden gloves, I'll give you a new look
With a stiff left and a sharp right hook
Niggas know snitches, they ride and they go with them
It's all gravy, as long as they don't tell on them
Me and my team, see, we a machine
You fuck with my mans, and I'ma have to intervene
I'm a sport coat and a sancho
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2,337 | GHOST! | Kid Cudi | [Intro]
Yeah, woah-woah, oh
Yeah, woah-woah, haha
Yeah
My name is Scott Mescudi, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Gotta get it through my thick head
I was so close to being dead, yeah
Life, live it, with nobody's help tips
Man, I'm just walking without being led
See the world is so crazy and filled with such risk and man
I just know I gotta dodge them, yeah
The beginning is always followed by an end
In the in-between time I'm not runnin' or hidin'
[Pre-Chorus]
See things do come around
And make sense eventually
Things do come around
But some things trouble me
[Chorus]
The people I've met and the places I've been
Are all what make me the man I so proudly am
But I wanna know one thing
When did I become a ghost?
I'm most confused about the world I live in
You think that I'm lonely, well I probably am
One thing that still gets me
When did I become a ghost?
Yeah
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Post-Chorus]
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, woah-woah, haha, yay
Yeah, whoa, whoa-whoa, yoo
[Verse 2]
Tried to fight it, but soon that gave in
Went down a road with no lights on
Can't describe it, and you don't move like them
You become their worst nightmare
You remember the things that your parents had said and well
Rather find out the hard way
You should tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend
I keep with my stroll, I'm not runnin' or hidin'
[Pre-Chorus]
See things do come around
And make sense eventually
Things do come around
But some things still trouble me
[Chorus]
The people I've met and the places I've been
Are all what make me the man I so proudly am
But I wanna know one thing
When did I become a ghost?
I'm most confused about the world I live in
You think that I'm lonely, well I probably am
One thing that still gets me
When did I become a ghost?
Yeah
[Post-Chorus]
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, woah-woah
Yeah, woah-woah
[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh
I hope they understand that I really understand that
They don't understand
I hope they understand that I really understand that
They don't understand
I really understand that they...
I really think I, umm...
I hope they understand that I really understand that
They don't understand
Whow
Listen to me
Whow-whow-whow
Listen to me
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2,339 | Fuck The Money (remix) | B.o.B | [Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Well I’mma quit this crazy scene
Its funny cause this is what I waited to be
Being on stage was amazing to me
But now I'm in the game it ain't the way that it seem
Well I’mma quit this crazy scene
Cause being famous ain’t all what they make it to be
But back then y’all this was my favorite dream
But now, I wouldn’t hesitate I would leave
Cause I’mma
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[Asher Roth]
I’mma quit this crazy scene
Cause everything you see ain’t really how it be
Please don’t believe in that TV screen
I’m sorry kids but there’s no such thing
I’m gonna
You might also like[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Well I’m gonna quit this crazy scene
It’s funny
Cause this is what I waited to be
Bein’ on stage was amazin’ to me
But now I’m in the game, it ain’t the way that it seems
I’mma
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[Asher Roth]
And I don’t know how to feel
When this
Dream of mine used to be so real
I would anything just to sign a deal
But now I trade it all for a home cooked meal
I wanna
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Oh, what?
You say it could be worse?
Well step in my shoes, put yourself in my shirt
I’m only human y’all so we all gotta work
But sometimes I wonder why I even came to this earth
I’ma
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[Asher]
Look, cause they don’t care about us
They just use us up
Leave us in the dust
And it roughs me up
So much I could cuss
But enough’s enough
I want out of these cuffs
I’m gonna
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Sometimes I just feel hopeless
Pacin’ back and forth, man I can’t even focus
So I’m always smokin’ in the booth recordin’
Cause my mind races
Like Jeff Gordon
I’mma
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[Asher]
It ain’t supposed to be so hard
I always said I’d quit if it felt like a job
I’d rather be pissed than pretend that I’m not
And try to play along with the whole facade
I wanna
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
It ain’t a question to me
Look at me
I know what I’m destined to be
This is spiritual y’all
I’m wrestlin’ beasts
But pretty soon
I’ll be restin’ in peace
I’mma
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[Asher]
And I don’t even wanna be famous
And all my close friends become complete strangers
Don’t try to tell me this is one of these stages
Man you don’t know me, you only know what my name is
I’mma
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
But still it just ain’t enough
Cause the rest of the world still just wakin’ up
So all the real niggas can relate to this stuff
But those who asleep, still hatin’ on us
Cause I’mma
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[Asher]
It couldn’t be more fake
When they wine and they dine and they smile and wave
But when it comes time to decide your fate
They’ll sign you on the line right next to Satan
I’mma
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Come y’all, y’all actin’ like I can’t feel you
I can look in your eyes and tell you what you done been through
And I could give a fuck because I got bigger issues
So at this point in my life
How can I get through?
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[Asher]
Okay
Yeah, I’ll play yo game
I’m in
I’ll dance, I’ll rap, I’ll sing
And use it as a chance to provide some change
Just know I’ll walk away at the end of the day
Right when I
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Look
This is my stress reliever
But somehow, it became my stress for demons
So I get up in this booth and I’m heated
Like ‘Ye said
I’m turnin’ atheists into believers
I’m
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Look
A lot of haters attack but
It’s my job to speak the truth on the track
So say what you like, you just givin’ me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I’ma
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Fuck the money I’m leavin’
I’m goin’ back home after I break even
I said what I said so as long as I’m speakin’
B.o.B got the upper hand as long as I’m breathin’
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[Outro]
I’m gone. Peace
Well I guess I got problems
Dropped outta school ain’t think about college
So apologies to my mother and father
For being stubborn ever since I was a toddler
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
Well I’m a quit this crazy dream
Cause when I hit the stage all the ladies scream
And when I pass by they all waving at me
But I be getting tired, y’all pray for me
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, I’ma make a lot of money
And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[Asher Roth]
I feel you B.o.B I feel you man
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2,340 | Air Strike (Pop Killer) | Canibus | [Intro]
"Alright, we're about to blast the hell out of here"
"Rear (?), what's your position? Got 3-6 down, one two... (?)"
"Okay"
"Here comes"
"Holy!"
"But uh, like, honestly, I don't let them have it yet, you know. His little... Whatever, like, barely peeped my radar, you know. So hopefully, he'll do something better, like, get my attention or whatever"
War Lab, call us haters all you want
[Verse 1: Kuniva]
Fuck it, call me a hater, full blown instigator
Leavin niggas on intubators breathin like Darth Vader
I hate people that pack guns but they don't bust 'em
Or bitches that come back to my room but they ain't fuckin
Pistol clutching, the Dozen, you heard it don't get is misconstrued
Whatever we do'll hit the news once we get the tools
[Interlude]
If you’re an MC and you mention my name in the wrong way, you draw first blood, I’m gonna come at you"
[Verse 2: Canibus]
You pushed D12 to the side to sign Voltron 5
If Proof was alive, he'd be dyin' inside
You ain't no hip-hop messiah, you a bitch 'cause you dissed Mariah
Shit like that supposed to be private
I'ma fry you on behalf on Mariah and Michael
Put you back on them drugs, make you suicidal
You can't shut the record down, nigga it's viral
When you use the word "nigga," just remember your idols
You might also like[Verse 3: DZK]
I got a question, I'm white, can I join D12?
I'll sell you four million records then I'll tell you go to hell
Leave Swifty in charge, then remove all the stars
And make the group wish Bizarre shot pool in a bar
An assault lawyer stop the beat, suing us all
I really do hope you know who get involved
Cause I'm a fan and I'll get you for a Nick Cannon dissin'
And you already know how fuckin' sick Canibus is
[Verse 4: Swifty]
I hate a bitch-ass nigga just as much as I hate fags
I love goin' to war but I hate when they raise the flag
These niggas hittin' the streets spittin' venom on me
Then start renegin' the beef, I hate peace treaties
Forever yo' enemy I increase beef as Amityville's finest
Cause I don't believe in stoppin' violence
I'm a tyrant that'll snatch my respect and scram
I use a Uzi cause I hate a Tec when it jams
I hate when dudes treat this like life a movie
Usin' rap as his excuse to do shit and they only move keys in the booth
I piss on niggas hands, whoever's grown, patches and tombstones
I hate 'em ass when I break into a home
I'm barefaced, I clap your cat, ransack it
That's what I'm wearin' black and I hate goin' out the back
So call me a hater, walkin' detonator, I ain't afraid
To stick this blade into your fade in front of spectators
[Interlude]
You're an emcee, big small it doesn't matter
No matter how big I get, I just want people to know
[Verse 5: Canibus]
You the devil in a red dress on MTV
You signed more black people than a basketball team
What you trying to say subconsciously? You can't rock the beat like me
Consciously, you know I rock you to sleep
Slim Shady you a coward 'cause you scared to rap with me
The only black man you respect is 50
And the greatest rapper of all time was dead right and dead wrong
You shouldn't have even been on that song
[Verse 6: DZK]
He fell off so hard this faggot broke his accent
I'm flippin through the channels seein Bruno get his ass sniffed
And I'm disgusted man, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Why'd you date Mariah? Mariah's not a fuckin' dude
You never even saw her nude and you busted, too
Must have been thinkin 'bout your stepdad touchin' you
But that ain't nothin new, I asked your ugly crew
They verified it, so bitch quit lyin'
[Verse 7: Canibus]
I remember the first time we met, I ain't even liked you
Walkin' around my video set like you was in high school
It must excite you seeing black people being tribal
That's why Dr. Dre signed you
I bet you right now you got a big rotten Rosenberg beside you
Trying to be just like your father, inside you
Your Stan android fanboys need to kill that noise
I know what you thinking, "kill that boy"
[Verse 8: DZK]
We leavin' Elvis funny money makin' pelvis shattered
Let's see you square dance now, let's see you hold your bladder
Let's see you fire back Em where's the fire at it?
Suicide hotline time, go dial that
Put on that "8 Mile" hat and write a vile track
Get at some people that can actually diss you back
No more target practice on retarded actors
And pop stars, Marshall you're not hard
[Interlude]
"Whatever happens to me in this game, I've always got my ear to the street"
"Whatever happens to me in this game, I've always got my ear to the street"
"Whatever happens to me in this game, I've always got my ear to the street"
[Verse 9: Canibus]
Renegade Schemenegade, you pink like lemonade
I've been better than you before Genesis was made
You ain't better than Black Thought, you ain't better than Mos Def
You ain't better than Canibus, Professor Griff, Hotep
So Renegade Schemenegade, you pink like lemonade
I penetrate through Halley's Comet with metal blades
Yeah! You and I both know why I'm saying this
I hope Whoo Kid get fired for playing this
[Verse 10: Bizarre]
Get off, Nikolai Volkoff, mazel tov
Ready to show off, fo'-fo'll blow your do' off
Blowin off steam, goin off the beam
Let the nine sing, bitch this ain't a dream
Bitch I'm the king, color me bad
Skinny jeans, what happened to the sag? You makin' me mad
Y'all a bunch of JJ Fags, now who the fuck is bad?
Motherfucker I'm bad!
Call me a hater
[Outro]
"I'm kinda doing this deliberately 'cause I wanted a reaction from him"
"Oh you want us to get him on, you two can go at it"
"Well, that would probably take up the whole hour and we don't have a lot of time so you can do that"
(Laughs)
"Stink niggas and they go tattle
It tastes like when Eminem and Canibus had a battle"
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