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2,342 | I.B.S | Cam’ron | [Intro]
Let me tell y'all a lil' story about myself
This right here is a true story, check it out though, uhh...
[Verse 1]
Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality
Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You know my attitude: arrogant, cocky, rude
Eating off papi food, used to be a stocky dude
Weighed two-twenty, with two honeys, I move money
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
I become berserk, it was no fun to work
Every day my stomach hurt, ripping off my undershirt
The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishing
Throwing up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassing
Regurgitating: green, yellow, burgundy, boom
But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh)
In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage
They said pimping symptoms, huh, a dope addict
There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin
Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine
[Chorus]
My baby mama, mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris
This is a true story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again
You might also like[Verse 2]
Never mind stunting, dime puffin, doc spent his time fronting
He like a bad detective, he ain't find nothing
Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie dinner (why is that?)
My son growing up, I'm looking like the movie Thinner
I'm thinking suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh)
What hurt my baby moms asking if I'm getting high
She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love
If it ain't hustling ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all)
I'm losing weight though, every day pounds of muscle
Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle
Bein sick, huh, it get sickening you know
I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's
You know my attitude, get it how I get it
If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot
And oops, I thought I had it mapped
Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend
Dame mane I pained again
[Chorus]
My baby mama, mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris
This is a true story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again
[Verse 3]
Killa!
Ayo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishing
Had to go low, The Mayo Clinic, Minnesota
I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place
For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace
Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam
Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram
Laparoscopy, endoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed)
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS
And that's irritable bowel child, I had to spit it y'all
Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all
Get it, get it, get it, get it?
[Chorus]
My baby mama, mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris
This is a true story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again
My baby mama, mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris
This is a true story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again1 | Comics and Games | 16 | 5 | 2,006 | 15,507 |
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2,343 | Pussy Monster | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
David Banner on the beat, bitch
Uh, uh
I got a, I got a, I got a, I got a
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
Now can I eat you? Now can I eat you? Mmm
[Verse 1]
I gotta taste for you, now what you wanna do?
Girl, you cold, let me suck out your flu
Girl, you cold, girl, you cool
You heard of Salt N' Pepa? Well, girl, you food
Girl, you hot like a bowl of hot stew
And I just stood over my stew and just blew
And when there is no more you in the soup
I remove my spoon and drink your juice
You wanna do me? Do what you wanna do
And if her job is to blow, you could bet she blew
Mic check, one, two, how's about one, two
P-L-A-Y because I don't have a clue
But when I find out, I'ma show and tell you
When I lift my top lip, I could still smell you
When I swallow my spit, I could still taste you
Put that pussy in my face every time I face you
It go P-U-S-S-Y
Because it's the reason I am alive
Mama, I need it to stay alive
It's like I gotta eat it just to survive
You might also like[Chorus]
Hi, I'm the pussy monster, the pussy monster
The pussy monster, the pussy monster
And you gotta feed me
Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy
Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy
I got a, I got a, I got a, I got a (Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy)
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
Now can I eat you? Now can I eat you?
[Verse 2]
Now let me get back to her
She call me Dracula, and I'll vacuum her
Catfish, catfish, that cat, tuna
I'll smack it up flip it like a spatula
Lil' Chris said 'Run It' and I tackled ya'
Baby, can I be the worm in ya apple butt?
Now go and back it up, and if you back it up
I'll suck the front of that pussy from the back of ya
And I'm a urban legend like a black Acura
My taste buds set on a black actress
(Action) The cameras is lookin'
And I hope she make me eat my words 'cause my words is
Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy, pussy-pussy
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm the pussy monster, the pussy monster
The pussy monster, the pussy monster
And you gotta feed me
Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
Now can I eat you? Can I eat you?
[Verse 3]
I got pussy comin' to me, pussy comin' to me, pussy
Now show me that pussy, I'ma show you where to put it
And I could make it rain, I'm the hurricane, son
Say I could make it rain, wit' my hurricane tongue
Like la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Imagine if I did that with your pearl on my tongue, aha
I could make that pussy talk to me (Yeah)
I could make that thing jump off of you and walk to me
Now walk it out, girl, walk it out, girl, walk it out, girl
Pussy, pussy
[Bridge]
I can make that pussy start crying, baby (Ayy)
And if you on fire, you know the fireman can put out the fire, baby, baby
Probably 'cause it's the reason I am alive
Mama, I need it to stay alive
It's like I gotta eat it just to survive
[Chorus]
Hi, I'm the pussy monster, the pussy monster
The pussy monster, the pussy monster
And you gotta feed me
Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy
Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy
I got a, I got a, I got a, I got a
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
Now can I eat you? Can I eat you?
[Outro]
I don't know what she thought, I don't know what she thought
I don't know what she thought, I don't know what she thought
I could play wit' that pussy like I play my guitar
I could play wit' that pussy like I play my guitar
I could play wit' that pussy like I play my guitar
I could play wit' that pussy like I play my guitar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy
Pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy
Pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy
Yeah, play wit' that pussy like I play my guitar, ow
Yeah, David Banner on the beat, bitch
Young Mula, baby5 | Hip-HopRap | 10 | 6 | 2,008 | 120,301 |
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2,345 | Pedal to the Metal | Wiz Khalifa | [Intro]
Cool
Blue Ice
Things never looked this nice
[Verse 1]
It's the life we live, it's the price we pay
400 a zip, Imperial Rosé
Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless
Vow to never break your heart or a promise
I got us
Ain't a show off, just being honest
You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em
Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars
Other bitches you heard about em
But you're moving forward and never backwards
Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice
Love to role play, you studying to be an actress
What the haps is, I'ma call you later then I'll fall through
Maybe we can all get faded
And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it
Self made G, millionaire in the making
Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement
Face it
Now you drunk and your heart's racin
See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Hook]
Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
The money come in, the money go
The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes
So I keep it G, continually stack this paper
While all them bitches chase me
Won't be a net for your safety
Bitch can't hold her self down
Then she bound to drizzown
We party in Vegas, Smokin'
Pina Colada papers
Travel the world, people know what our face is
Waitress, bringin' 'em by the cases
For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
I'm talkin' plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit
Can probably make you leave your man
For first class living, taking pictures in the sand
100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan
So you rollin' if you know like I know
Them niggas don't go where I go
Gangsta
[Hook]
Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
(Verse 3)
Ok
Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you
I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you
Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you
No respect to niggas who smoke blunts wit you
All wins, no loss
Big house, mowed lawn
No lease, owned cars
Straight work, I'm my own boss
[Hook]
Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah3 | Hip-HopRap | 14 | 4 | 2,010 | 23,224 |
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2,346 | I’m Me | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
The hottest under the sun (who dat?)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dream, somebody gon' die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin'
Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang
[Verse 1]
Un-fucking-believable! Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch; call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him—bury him?
I know one day they got to bury him
Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the Devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar
Yeah, bitch, I'm heavy metallin'
You can get the fuckin' Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
Yes, I am the best—and no, I ain't positive, I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffin' it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the New Testament
And I'm the God, and this is what I bless 'em with
You might also like[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you?
You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
Yeah, Junior
[Verse 2]
It's Cash Money over everythang
It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud
What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin' at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you?
You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch
[Verse 3]
Last year they had the Grammy's and left me in Miami
Sleepin' on a nigga like I'm rappin' in my jammies
I'm rappin' when you sleep
I was rappin' when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny
I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint—let's go!
Niggas don't wanna see me ‘cause I'm better in bold
The only time I will depend is when I'm 70 years old
That's when I can't hold my shit within, so I shit on myself
‘Cause I'm so sick and tired of shittin' on everybody else
I try to tell you like I'm sayin' somethin'
I'm from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And now nothin' gonna stop me, so just envy it
Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit, ha ha
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, bitch I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you?
Fuck you , you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch!
[Outro]
The hottest under the sun (who dat?)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
(Who dat?) Somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin'
Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang24 | Hip-HopRap | 24 | 12 | 2,007 | 194,029 |
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2,347 | Living in Pain | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Intro: Just Blaze]
Welcome to the House of Pain
Just Blaze, niggas
[Bridge: Mary J. Blige]
There's no way out, it seems I can't get free
Somebody tell me what's happened to me
[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
The country bud got me chokin'
I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin'
Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth
With the extra clip for that extra shit
Don't you know that a killing is thrilling?
All the blood spilling is all a part of drug dealing
A born gangsta, my daddy was a thug
Had a .38 with the hollow point slug
So when he licked shots, niggas dropped
Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
A little nigga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's, huh
Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster
Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder
It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain
I'm livin' in the house of pain
You might also like[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Is anybody listenin'?
Tell me, can you can see this darkness surrounding me?
Nights gettin' colder, heavy on my shoulder
And it's gettin' hard to breathe
Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried
'Cause it's gettin' hard to see
When you're livin' in the house of pain
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
The motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust?
My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box, I ain't even go!
Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame?
From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame
Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block
Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin' from my smokin' Glock
And bustin' niggas asses to stay alive
Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry
They ask me how I'm livin', high, I'm a hustler
Buckin' busters 'til they die
Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard?
Niggas got they AK's headin' for the 'burbs
Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the House of Pain
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Nas]
Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see
This darkness surrounding me
Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder
And it's gettin' hard to breathe (MJB)
Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried (Be worried, niggas)
'Cause it's gettin' hard to see (Yeah, Nas)
When you're livin' in the house of pain
(What up, B.I., Pac?)
[Verse 3: Nas]
Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted, maybe I should
'Cause these rappers'll have your phone tapped like Savion Glove'
And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are Bloods
But these Teflons I loaded explodin' some mugs
I'm like Furious in Boyz n the Hood, but at the drive-thru
I ain't runnin', I'm dumpin', crazy like a Piru
And loc'd up, know how Nas do
I'm callin' Henchmen and Concepcion, to organize a black truce
Then we party hard, party with Nas
Since there ain't no more - Mardi Gras
And Bush won't apologize
I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize
And .45's for them suckers y'all idolize
Y'all yellin' my name, but y'all soon dyin'
Tryin' to portray real but they be lyin'
'Cause they want the real niggas to die so they could gain
But never that, this ain't Everlast, this the House of Pain
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see
This darkness surrounding me
Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder
And it's gettin' hard to breathe
Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried
'Cause it's gettin' hard to see
When you're livin' in the house of pain13 | Hip-Hop | 20 | 12 | 2,005 | 50,964 |
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2,351 | Celebration | Kanye West | [Chorus]
Yeah, you know what this is
It's a celebration, bitches
Grab a drink, grab a glass
After that, I grab yo' ass
[Verse 1]
Why you actin' all shy and all?
Why is y'all lyin' for?
"I never did this before..." Stop that
What, you want some Patron? I got that
I mean, I promise y'all, you fine and all
And your girlfriend, she kinda raw
But she not like you
No, she not like you
Right now, I need you to mute all the monologue
All that talking is gon' give me a Tylenol
You put a nigga to sleep, I'm tired of y'all
Right now, The Louis Vuitton Don is signing off
[Pre-Chorus]
But, I just thought you should know
We hit the liquor store
Got some Cris' and some Mo'
And we about to let it flow, oh, oh
Had some problems before
But see, we let 'em go
Got an ounce of that 'dro
And we about to let it blow, oh, oh
You might also like[Chorus]
Yeah, you know what this is
It's a celebration, bitches
Grab a drink, grab a glass
After that, I grab yo' ass
[Verse 2]
See, you know my style, I'm very wild
And I vow that my child will be well-endowed
Like his daddy
And tell him that your mama had a fattie
He looked up at me
Said, "Daddy, that's the reason why you had me?"
Yep, we was practicing
'Til one day, your ass bust through the packaging
You know what, though? You my favorite accident
So go head, pop some Cristal for my newborn child
[Chorus]
'Cause now y'all know what this is
It's a celebration, bitches
Grab a drink, grab a glass
After that, I grab yo' ass
[Post-Chorus]
But, I just thought you should know
We hit the liquor store
Got some Cris' and some Mo'
And we about to let it flow, oh, oh
Had some problems before
But see, we let 'em go
Got an ounce of that 'dro
And we about to let it blow, oh
[Outro]
Oh, oh
We lookin' for some hoes, hoes
Oh34 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 8 | 2,005 | 135,746 |
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2,352 | The Thrill is Gone | B.B. King | [Verse 1]
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone, baby
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong, baby
And you'll be sorry someday
[Verse 2]
The thrill is gone
It's gone away from me
The thrill is gone, baby
The thrill is gone away from me
Although I'll still live on
But so lonely I'll be
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Verse 3]
The thrill is gone
It's gone away for good
Oh, the thrill is gone, baby
It's gone away for good
Someday, I know I'll be over it all, baby
Just like I know a man should
You might also like[Verse 4]
You know I'm free, free now, baby
I'm free from your spell
I'm free, free, free now
I'm free from your spell
And now that it's all over
All I can do is wish you well10 | BluesFolk | null | 12 | 1,969 | 81,799 |
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2,353 | Respect | Aretha Franklin | [Written by Otis Redding]
[Verse 1]
What you want, baby, I got it
What you need, do you know I got it?
[Chorus]
All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you come home
(Just a little bit) Hey baby
(Just a little bit) when you get home
(Just a little bit) mister
(Just a little bit)
[Verse 2]
I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone
Ain't gon' do you wrong 'cause I don't wanna
[Chorus]
All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you come home
(Just a little bit) Baby
(Just a little bit) When you get home
(Just a little bit) Yeah
(Just a little bit)
[Verse 3]
I'm about to give you all of my money
And all I'm askin' in return, honey
Is to give me my propers when you get home
You might also like[Refrain]
(Just a, just a, just a, just a) Yeah, baby
(Just a, just a, just a, just a) When you get home
(Just a little bit) Yeah
(Just a little bit)
[Instrumental]
[Verse 4]
Ooh, your kisses, sweeter than honey
And guess what? So is my money
[Chorus 2]
All I want you to do for me, is give it to me when you get home
(Re, re, re, re) Yeah baby
(Re, re, re, re) Whip it to me
(Respect, just a little bit) When you get home, now
(Just a little bit)
[Verse 5]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, take care of T-C-B
[Outro]
(Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect
(Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe
(Just a little bit) A little respect
(Just a little bit) I get tired
(Just a little bit) Keep on tryin'
(Just a little bit) You're runnin' out of fools
(Just a little bit) And I ain't lyin'
(Just a little bit)
(Re, re, re, re) Start when you come home
(Re, re, re, respect) Or you might walk in
(Just a little bit) And find out I'm gone
(Just a little bit) I gotta have
(Just a little bit) A little respect
(Just a little bit)21 | RBSoul | 29 | 4 | 1,967 | 495,594 |
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2,354 | Friend of Mine | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
No, fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes
All my niggas know
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, Gucci Don, you know how we play
Fuckin' scandalous-ass bitches
You know how it go, Gooch
I meet a bitch, fuck a bitch
Next thing you know, you fuckin' a bitch
You just pass around shit, pass the shit like a cold and shit
Fuck 'em
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim]
Now when I'm fucking off gin I'm invincible
Don't love no ho, that's my principle
'Cause, uh, bitches come (And uh) bitches go (Uh)
That's why I get my nut and I be out the fucking door (You know)
They might be the one to set me up
Want to get they little brother to wet me up
That's why I tote TECs and stuff, to get them off my case
Just in case the little fucker ends up misplaced
I don't give a bitch enough to catch the bus
And when I see the semen I'm leaving
Bitches be scheming, I kid you not
That's why I keep my windows locked and my Glock cocked
One ho said, Big, why you so hard on us?
Why you swear all bitches are so scandalous?
Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch
'Cause when I like you, then you go and fuck my friend, bitch
And you know that ain't right
You might also like[Chorus]
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim]
You see, I don't sweat these hoes
I keep them in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds
Bitches just like to play the merry-go
Yeah we know, drop the scenario
It was me, Dee, the MPV
The blunts and brew thang, knocking some Wu-tang
M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch
Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit
Light the blunt clip and recognize a pimp
Needless to speak, the G's obsolete
Don't sleep, banged the skins in a week
On the creep up the avenue
I seen her on the block, who she rapping to?
That's my nigga Dee, damn he got G
Now she fucking him and fucking me, see
You know that ain't right
[Chorus]
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine, uh
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Now I play her far like a moon play a star
She still sweat me hard 'cause I'm a rap star
I be cruising up the block, I be passing her
Pimping hard with a female passenger
And the only time I call her to hang
Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, scheming on a gangbang
She should have used her intuition
Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen
She's saying I dissed her 'cause I'm fucking her sister
A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uh
But she started that fucking family
She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? (True)
Plus your sister look better than you
Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
So break the fuck out like a rash
I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty ass
[Chorus]
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine12 | Hip-Hop | 13 | 9 | 1,994 | 117,806 |
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2,355 | Who Am I (What’s My Name)? | Snoop Dogg | [Intro]
Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house (The bomb)
Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (The bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (Dog)
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
Long Beach is the spot where I serve my 'caine
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip
Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit
So I ain't holdin nuttin' back
And motherfucker, I got five on that twenty sack
It's like that and as a matter of fact (Rat-tat-tat-tat)
'Cause I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
Yeah, so peep out the manuscript
You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit
What's my motherfuckin' name?
[Chorus: Jewell]
Snoop Doggy Dogg (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh (Dog)
See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 2]
It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin
Yiggy yes-y'allin', Snoop Doggy Dogg in
The motherfuckin' house like everyday
Droppin' shit with my nigga Mr. Dr. Dre
Like I said, niggas can't FUCK with this
And niggas can't FUCK with that
Shit that I drop 'cause ya know it don't stop
Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin' cop
Tic toc never the Glock just some nuts and a cock
Robbin' motherfuckers then I kill dem bloodclots
Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog
'Cause I'm Snoop Doggy (Who?) Doggy (What?) Doggy Dogg
[Chorus: Jewell]
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay
Bow wow wow yippie-yo (The bomb)
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay
Bow wow wow yippie yo yo yo yo (Dog)
[Verse 3]
Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air
And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care (Dog)
Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank
And watch your step (Why?) 'cause Doggy's on the gank
My bank roll's on swoll
My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll
With the Dogg Pound right behind me
And up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me
Layin that, playin that G Thang
She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what?
He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherfuckin' name?
[Chorus: Jewell]
Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)
Snoop Doggy Dogg (Dog)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh (The bomb)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh (Dog, the bomb)
[Outro: Jewell]
Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg
(Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay
Bow wow wow yippie-yo (The bomb)
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay
Bow wow wow yippie yo (The bomb))
What is, his name? (Dog) Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (Dog) (The bomb)
Oh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (The bomb)
Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name
C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (The bomb)
And the Dogg Pound
Snoopy Dogg (The bomb) Snoopy Dogg
Snoopy Dogg (Dog)
(Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)49 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 10 | 1,993 | 283,984 |
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2,356 | Boss Tycoon | Mac Dre | [Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I know, do re mi
But no I'm not a R&B singer
I'm a gangster rapper throwing up the middle finger
To them square Rubik's Cubes, who don't smoke and use
I'm a cutthoat boy and I got a short fuse
I get kinda hyphy when I'm gone off a little gin
You don't like it? Say hello to my little friend
Rat-a-tat-tatta, it really don't matter
I push a hard line, cross it, niggas gon' scatter
I'm not the mad rapper, I'm the rapper gone bad
Recording on Pro Tools at the pad
I get a gang of bab; boy, I'm a sav
Come through the sideshow yolkin' a cab
[Hook: Mac Dre]
Fuck what it cost (what it cost)
I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Tycoon (Ty-tycoon)
Dipped in sauce (in sauce)
I floss (I floss)
I-coon (I-I-coon)
Fuck what it cost (what it cost)
I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Tycoon (Ty-tycoon)
Dipped in sauce (in sauce)
I floss (I floss)
I-coon (I-I-coon)
You might also like[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
What you know about a 600 V12 CL's
Spinnin' on them Sprewells
Dirty as hell like 'Fuck a detail!'
Still knock yo' female
Mack that bitch til' she break her Lee nails
On the track in the TL, Yukmouth
First week out, 80 thousand on the street sales
Now I'm CEO, that's seven dollars on the retail, bitch
I got niggas poppin' they collars, poppin' E pills
Poppin' them bottles then poppin' them cowards with that heatelle
And fuck Spitz, I get my ice from Vionnis
My New York Italianni, he plug me with Spanish mamis
Bitches belly dancin' like a swami, but fuck 'em
I'm too cocky, poppin' that Dom P., smokin' my broccoli
'Cause I'm a million dollar man like Ted DiBiase
The Feds see me, watch me, baby Liberace
The wrist stay rocky, the whips stay saucy, rims glossy
With mackin' ass Dre beside me, call me frosty Frosty the Snowman, the Oakland dopeman
Sell more kicks than Copeland's, bitch
The Oakland mayor, the Oakland Raider
With the king of Vallejo, bitch, foldin' paper
We tycoons, nigga
[Hook: Mac Dre]
Fuck what it cost (what it cost)
I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Tycoon (Ty-tycoon)
Dipped in sauce (in sauce)
I floss (I floss)
I-coon (I-I-coon)
Fuck what it cost (what it cost)
I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Tycoon (Ty-tycoon)
Dipped in sauce (in sauce)
I floss (I floss)
I-coon (I-I-coon)
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
I ride around town in my clean ass Benz
Range Rove, Cougnut on some clean ass rims
Felt like Ted Turner, I pack a lead burner
Spit it, to get it, can't quit it, I'm a bread earner (ch-ching)
Boss up at the 5-star telly
Dre touch mo' bread than the motherfucking deli
Young rich nigga, 20-inch nigga
P-I-M-P, it's all on a bitch, nigga
I've been getting scrill, diamonds in my grill
Rep the pill, and boy do I keep it trill
Show-off, that'll go off on a blade
Kill like Raid and stay gone off naid
Do what the fuck I wanna, got bitches on the corner
Not just a thizz user, I'm a Thizz owner
Sometimes I thizz, sometimes I shroom
But whatever I do, I'mma stay a tycoon
[Hook: Mac Dre]
Fuck what it cost (what it cost)
I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Tycoon (Ty-tycoon)
Dipped in sauce (in sauce)
I floss (I floss)
I-coon (I-I-coon)
Fuck what it cost (what it cost)
I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Tycoon (Ty-tycoon)
Dipped in sauce (in sauce)
I floss (I floss)
I-coon (I-I-coon)5 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 8 | 2,002 | 27,415 |
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2,357 | Hustlin’ (Remix) | Rick Ross | [Chorus: Rick Ross]
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm, every day I'm
Every day I'm hustlin'
Hustle real hard (Rick Ross, Triple C's)
Hustle, hustle real hard (Port of Miami, Poe Boy)
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle (305 M-I-Yayo)
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle (Dade County)
Every day I'm, every day I'm (This Ross)
Every day I'm hustlin'
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts
Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask
They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order
But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base
Look ya dead in ya face now tell me how good does it taste
Willy Falcon, I'm the Dow Jones
Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on
Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
My shit bigger than yours, at the biddin' wars
I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just a bigger draw
I'm into distribution, I'm like Def Jam
Release fish scales, scales on my desk man
See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm, every day I'm
Every day I'm hustlin'
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle
Every day I'm, every day I'm
Every day I'm hustlin'
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Hey, let's go
Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same drawers
Flat screens on my walls, floors look like bowling balls
I know Big Meech, the real Big Meech
It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough
You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
I stack big faces, I stack small faces
I stack all faces, squares as white as pillowcases
I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean
Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams
Hit the Dodge lot I must've copped six Magnums
Marriott suite, I must've used six Magnums
Feds on my tail, you know them boy Six Flagged 'em
Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride
G-Mix, remix still talkin' white bricks
Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm, every day I'm
Every day I'm hustlin'
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle
Every day I'm, every day I'm
Every day I'm hustlin'
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Hold up
Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I'm in the air I don't hear niggas corny raps
Ya nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back
I got a honey bun, no not a chick
I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred them
Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundredth one
'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
With linen shorts and shades, 'case they thought you was lyin'
My Louis slippers, Polo top
Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha
Yeah I balls a lot, now I owns the team
Ricky Ross, Young Jeezy we owns the scene
Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal
It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo
Which means that I'm puro, which means that I'm gordo
Which means that I use a G4, like an auto
I'm a walkin' memorial
I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that raw
So nigga just let that chorus go
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm, every day I'm
Every day I'm hustlin'
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle
Every day I'm, every day I'm
Every day I'm hustlin'3 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 8 | 2,006 | 71,560 |
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2,358 | Shootouts | Nas | [Produced by Trackmasters]
[Verse 1]
Yo, release what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
The cop who got grazed back in the days
Chasin' niggas through my project maze
That cop — he got a death wish
He run behind niggas until you breathless
Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!
My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it
(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar
Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She due, be lookin' weaker now, her teeth are foul
Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her window
'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info
So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up
(Yo, let me knock first)
Soon as he open, let your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors
They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down
A-yo, the bitch is saved now
She's livin' in a snitch grave now
You might also like[Chorus]
Shootouts is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold
See, It Was Written, but was never told
Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron
Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot
Fuck Jake, cock and shoot
[Verse 2]
Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek
To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board
Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape, play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends
(Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill
Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air, yeah
Frank returned with Pierre
A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started reachin'
They had gats in each others faces
With kids and grandmothers around
Frank's only concern was his papers
My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off
Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off
Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots
Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it
Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless
Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95
[Chorus]
Shootouts is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold
See, It Was Written, but was never told
Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron
Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot
Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot10 | Hip-Hop | 2 | 7 | 1,996 | 85,492 |
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2,359 | Lovers and Friends | Lil Jon | [Intro: Usher & Lil Jon]
Usher (Lil Jon, Ludacris!)
Yeah man, once again it's on (It's on)
You know we had to do it again right?
(We had to do it again boy!)
Uh-huh, uh, yeah
(I want you to sing to these ladies man)
Uh oh-oh-oh, I guess I'm up first, let me at 'em
Uh oh-oh-oh, check me out, let's get it
[Verse 1: Usher]
Baby, how you doing? Hope that you're fine
Want to know what you got in mind and I
Got me feenin' like Jodeci, girl I can't leave you alone
Take a shot of this here Patrón and it's gon' be on
V.I.P done got way too crowded
I'm about to end up calling it a night
She should holla at your girl, tell her that you're shaking the scene
Pulled off, beep beep, shotgun in the GT with me
She said, "Ohhhh! I'm ready to ride"
(I was like) Yeah
'Cause once you get inside, you can't change your mind
Don't mean to sound impatient but you gotta promise baby, oh!
[Chorus: Usher & Ludacris]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, I gotta know baby, oh yeah)
Tell me again (Make sure you're right, oh before we begin)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, oh it's a good look baby)
It's a really good look baby, look here
You might also like[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Sometime wanna be your lover, sometime wanna be your friend
Sometime wanna hug you
Hold hands, slow dance while the record spins
Opened up your heart
'Cause you said I made you feel so comfortable
Used to play back then now you all grown up like Rudy Huxtable
I could be your Bud, you could beat me up
Play fight in the dark then we both make up
I do, anything just to feel yo' butt
Why you, got me so messed up?
I don't know but you gotta stop tripping
Be a good girl, now turn around and get these whippings
You know you like it like that
You don't have to fight back, here's a pillow, bite that
And I'll be setting separate plays
So on all these separate days, your legs can go they separate ways
[Chorus: Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again my baby)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, it's a good look baby)
Tell me again (Tell me over and over and over again)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Make sure you're right before you choose)
[Verse 3: Lil' Jon]
I's been knowing you for a long time (Shawty)
But fucking never crossed my mind (Shawty)
But tonight I seen something in you (Shawty)
That made me wanna get with you (Shawty)
You ain't been nothing but a friend to me (Shawty)
And a nigga never ever dreamed we'd be (Shawty)
Up in here kissing, hugging, squeezing, touching (Shawty)
Up in the bathtub rub-a-dubbing (Shawty)
Are you sure you wanna go this route (Shawty)
Let a nigga know before I pull it out (Shawty)
I would never ever cross the line (Shawty)
Shawty let me hear you tell me one more time
One more time
[Chorus: Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again my baby)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, it's a good look baby)
Tell me again (Make sure you're right, oh before we leave)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Tell me over and over and over again)
[Outro: Usher, Ludacris & Lil Jon]
Ah, ah-hooh, ah, ah-hooh
Ah, ah-hooh, aw yeah
Please tell your lovers and friends
That Ursher, Jon and Luda had to do it again (Hey!)
Uh, please tell your lovers and friends
That Ursher, Jon and Luda had to do it again (Hey!)
That's right, yeah, please tell your lovers and friends
That Ursher, Jon and Luda had to do it again (Hey!)17 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 11 | 2,004 | 369,780 |
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2,365 | No Scrubs (With Rap) | TLC | [Intro: Chilli]
Oh-oh
[Verse 1: Chilli & Left Eye]
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
And is also known as a busta (Busta, busta)
Always talkin' 'bout what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass, so
[Pre-Chorus: Chilli & Left Eye]
No, I don't want your number (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
No, I don't wanna give you mine and
No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere (No)
No, don't want none of your time and (Uh)
[Chorus: Chilli & T-Boz, Left Eye]
No, I don't want no scrub (Uh)
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me (Woo)
I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-uh, no love)
Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Trying to holla at me
[Verse 2: Chilli & Left Eye]
Well a scrub checkin' me, but his game is kinda weak
And I know that he cannot approach me
'Cause I'm lookin' like class and he's lookin' like trash
Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass, so (Yeah)
See TLC LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Chilli & Left Eye, Both]
No, I don't want your number
No, I don't wanna give you mine and (Said no)
No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere
No, don't want none of your time (Check it)
[Chorus: Chilli & T-Boz, Left Eye]
No, I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-huh, come on)
Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me (Ha)
I don't want no scrub (No scrubs)
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-uh, no love)
Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
[Bridge: Chilli & Left Eye]
If you don't have a car and you're walkin'
Oh, yes son, I'm talkin' to you
If you live at home with your momma
Oh, yes son, I'm talkin' to you (Baby)
If you have a shorty that you don't show love
Oh, yes son (Yeah, yeah), I'm talkin' to you (Yeah, yeah)
Wanna get with me with no money
Oh no, I don't want no
No (No scrubs) scrub (No love)
No (No scrubs) scrub
No, no (No love)
No (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, no scrubs) scrub
No, no, no, no (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, no love)
No (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) scrub
No, no (Uh, uh)
[Chorus: Chilli & T-Boz, Left Eye]
No, I don't want no scrub (No scrubs)
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side (Yeah) of his best friend's ride, oh
Trying to holla at me
I don't want no scrub, no
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side (Uh, uh) of his best friend's ride (Yeah)
Trying to holla at me, yeah
[Verse 3: Left Eye]
See, if you can't spatially expand my horizons (Horizons)
Then that leaves you in the class with scrubs, never risin' (Risin')
I don't find it surprisin' if you don't have the Gs (Gs)
To please me and bounce from here to the coast of overseas
So (So), let me give you somethin' to think about (Think about)
Inundate your mind with intentions to turn you out (Turn you out)
Can't forget the focus on the picture in front of me (In front of me)
You as clear as DVD on digital TV screens (Digital TV screens)
Satisfy my appetite with somethin' spectacular (Spectacular)
Check your vernacular, and then I'll get back to ya (Back to ya)
With diamond-like precision, insatiable is what I envision (Envision)
Can't detect acquisition from your friend's Expedition
Mister (Mister) Big Willy, if you really wanna know (Know, know)
Ask Chilli, could I be a silly ho? (Ho, ho) Not really
T-Boz and all my señoritas are steppin' on your FILAs
But you don't hear me though (But you don't hear me though)
[Chorus: Chilli & T-Boz, Left Eye]
No, I don't want no scrub (No)
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh)
Hangin' out the passenger side (Uh) of his best friend's ride (Yeah)
Trying to holla at me
I don't want no scrub, no (No scrub)
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (No love)
Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me74 | RBSoul | 2 | 2 | 1,999 | 1,806,768 |
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2,366 | Balls Out | Bloodhound Gang | [Bridge]
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
[Verse 1]
I don't give a shit about celebrity
But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who's here? Me
The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain
Frontin' from the back of the line on some dude named
After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas
Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that
Cut like a jalapeño popper fart
Burnin up an asshole that once ripped apart
Punched hard but it ain't like I ever cared if I went
Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent
Outta shape than the Cirque du Soleil ever had so
Though he throws his weight around he's still in my shadow
In the dark so he doesn't know his girl remarked that I make her
Laugh on the inside but I can hear it later
With my dick as her other cunt gets screwed
In the process I got to get hot chicks nude
[Hook]
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on those bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on those bitches
You might also likeBalls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
[Bridge]
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
[Verse 2]
Thanks to you bitches I got more screams
Than David Arquette's resume what that means
Is my job involves getting' mobbed like John Gotti
Dressed to kill like I'm Gianni Versace
But I gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more
In a huff like that fat kid that had sat out for
Every gym class due to his asthma that wore
One correctional shoe but still passed that I swore
I spotted at the smorgasbord sprintin' for seconds
That I reckon ain't as sloppy as the leftovers gettin'
Me clocked by blocked cock pissed my tryst with his missus
Got her panties in a bunch just like his is
That my face between her legs? Because that could be
What convinced this dick getting' hard I'm a pussy
But if that were my name I would have autographed her breasts with
Motherfuckin' dollar signs instead of s's
[Hook]
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up1 | Rock | null | null | 2,005 | 7,114 |
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2,368 | Holiday | Vampire Weekend | [Verse 1]
Holiday, oh, a holiday
And the best one of the year
Dozing off underneath my sheets
While I cover both my ears
[Chorus]
But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
To go away on a summer's day
Never seemed so clear
[Verse 2]
Holiday, still so far away
Our republic on the beach
I can't forget just how bad it gets
When I'm counting on my teeth
[Chorus]
But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
To go away on a summer's day
Never seemed so clear
[Bridge]
A vegetarian since the invasion
She'd never seen the word 'bombs'
She'd never seen the word 'bombs'
Blown up to 96-point Futura
She'd never seen an AK
In a yellowy Day-Glo display
A T-shirt so lovely, it turned all the history books grey
You might also like[Verse 3]
I got wheels, I got Cutter spray
And a healthy sense of worth
Half of me is the gasoline
But the other half's the surf
[Chorus]
So if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
To go away on a summer's day
Never seemed so clear5 | Indie Rock | 7 | 6 | 2,010 | 60,209 |
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2,370 | So Ghetto | JAY-Z | [Intro]
Back at'cha
How we do
Preemo, Jiggaman
History in the making
Let's go
Ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh
Uh-huh-uh-ugh, ugh
I spit the murder-murder-murderous
Muh-muh-muh-murderous shit
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-ugh
I keep it gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
Gah-gah-ga-gangsta, bitch! Feel me? Ugh
I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
Uh-ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh, uh-ugh, uh-huh-ugh
Yo
[Verse 1]
Career crook; nobody rep Brooklyn like me
Jiggaman, Volume 3: I'm back lookin' like me
Stop the presses; baby girls, drop your dresses
B-K, lick a shot for Big Pop' in Heaven
Ever since I came through, niggas got the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question
Stop the guessing—it's hot
Flows proving; I pack 'cause my dough's moving
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners; stand there like you got a cape on you
Fine—you'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard-bottom
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nothing to nobody, but them boys shot him"
Brandish iron, outlandish buying
Bentley Coupes—not bragging, just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto; only difference, we go back
Back up in D&D on this Primo track—listen
You might also like[Chorus]
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg Slim, baby, ride rims"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well..." "...by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me or hate me..." "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-A-Fella lock the whole block down" (Ugh)
[Verse 2]
Wednesdays, I'm up in Shine; Cheetah's, Monday night
I'm fucking with the model chicks Friday night at Life
So I'm cruisin' in the car with this bougie broad
She said, "Jiggaman, you rich, take the do-rag off"
Hit a U-turn: "Ma, I'm dropping you back off"
Front of the club: "Jigga, why you do that for?"
Thug nigga 'til the end—tell a friend, bitch
Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich
Eighty-eight, been hustling; linen, been crushing 'em
Women, been fucking 'em—huh?
You see, I live for the love of the street
Rap to the ruggedest beats, hall closet cluttered with heat
I spit that murder-murder-murder, that Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit
Furthermore, ma—
We tote guns to the Grammys, pop bottles on the White House lawn
Guess I'm just the same old Shawn
[Chorus]
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg Slim, baby, ride rims"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well..." "...by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me or hate me..." "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-A-Fella lock the whole block down" (Check it out now)
[Verse 3]
I'm from the M-to-the-A-, baby, -R-C-Y
So it's hard for me to let the larceny die
Niggas see me in the streets with no bodyguards
Just two big guns that'll body your squad
'Cause niggas be schemin' on me—probably y'all
Think Jigga's a joke, nigga? Hardy-har
I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust
Radio's gotta play me, though I cuss too much
Magazines said I'm shallow—I never learned to swim
Still, they put me on they cover 'cause I earn for them
Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him
'Cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for them
I spit that murder-murder-murderous every time
A verbalist iller than Verbal Kint is, or O-Dog in Menace
I'm ill, start-to-finish, I rip apart contenders—I'm hot!
Hahahaha
[Chorus]
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg Slim, baby, ride rims"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well..." "...by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me or hate me..." "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-A-Fella lock the whole block down" (Ugh, ugh)
[Outro]
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Ugh
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls... Hahaha
(Ugh, ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh) Yeah
Ugh, yeah, bump, yeah
With me, yeah, biatch, yeah
Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah
Gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah
Brooklyn, yeah18 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 12 | 1,999 | 72,791 |
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2,373 | Snakes in the Grass | Waka Flocka Flame | [Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Ay I’m like, make that fucker bark
This gon' be hard
Oh, that shit gon' be hard
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say Flocka tripping, shawty on that other shit
I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Kris Kross, bitch
I ain't gone cross over, ay, rap nigga, move over
They say I ain't gone make it, so this year, I gotta show you
Man, I'm known in the hood for making that fucker bark
You know Flocka shoot first like John Starks
40 nights, 40 days, no Noah's ark
If we was living in water, I'd be a shark
I'm in the front, you in the back like Rosa Parks
Got heart like Rosa Parks, ay, where the fuck to start?
Don't got the gun, then I'ma use a dart
I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci's Bart
Bitch, we shooting over here, no martial arts
Oh, okay, man
I'm finna go in, man, real talk, man
I got nigga knowledge, your girlfriend's pussy got hella mileage
I’m a street nigga, so middle finger to the college
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit
All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich
They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit
All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich
See Waka Flocka Flame LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Verse 2: Cartier Kitten]
Cartier, no watch, so high that my ears pop
Right here, where that Lear drop, hop out yeah, like, that's hot
Now where the bread? I'ma need that, boo
When it off the head, I'ma need like two
Nigga rich, what that make you?
I'ma trigger chick, my belt, my proof
Now what you want? I'ma shut this down
Niggas try to front like I don't run this town
Niggas try to front like I don't wreck this shit
Nigga, hide the blunt, I smell the piff
While I'm tipping corners, I'm rolling with foreigners
My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras
Got bread to blow, got a mean sixteen
Turn the camera on, I'ma rep my team
I'm making hits, like, back to back
Y'all cute and shit, y'all try to rap
Get stupid, chick, how you trying to act
I'm stupid rich, no platinum plaques
I'm nigga rich, boy, what you rep?
No nigga business, no nigga checks
Cartier
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit
All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich
They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit
All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich6 | Rap | 5 | 10 | 2,010 | 56,035 |
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2,374 | No Mercy | T.I. | [Chorus: The Dream]
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake? We'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
Let me go
You've got to let me go
Right or wrong
Let me go
I'm on my path
Let me go
[Verse 1: T.I.]
My mama loved me more than I do
She said, "ya pops was just like you"
Trapped in a vicious cycle
Jesus' youngest disciple
Tell the judge if he throw a book at me
Make it The Bible
Started calling myself "The King" for lack of a better title
Loyal beyond belief to my detriment
It's so vital I change or blow opportunities
Like a choir recital
Now while I do not care who telling
Meanwhile, selling powder puts food in the bellies
Well it's unfortunate
The orphanage couldn't keep up the mortgages
Kid go to school stupid, they teachers ignoring it
Sorta just doomed, forced into being a goon, selling kush in a jar
Mixing up the tar in a balloon
Consumed with the same way of life I left
Everything I know now, I learned by myself
All you see are the whips
The Maserati's, Ferrari's, so they don't sympathize
Don't nobody feel sorry
No mercy
See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: The Dream]
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake? We'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Everybody's standing and waitin
Chanting, they' hating
Gospels say they should forgive me
They'd rather hand me to Satan
Blatant, displays the day of hypocrisy
Boy you got to be kidding
Could it be possibly the second coming of Pac is me?
Remember that, when he was here?
And when he died you realized you need him here
God with me partner, ain't no one for me to fear
Hindsight: 20/20
Future not as clear
But I'm a rider 'till I die
Put bullets 'tween my eye
I just ask that I can make my peace with God and say goodbye
Fuck up the world like Lady Di
On the day he died, his wife and sons and daughters know that every day he tried
To be a better person, nah, they wanted better verses
They could market to the merchants
But when they' closed curtains
You could be for certain ain't nobody perfect
But when you're rich, nobody gives a shit
No mercy
[Chorus: The Dream]
There's no mercy for me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy for me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake? We'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
You've gotta let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go!9 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 11 | 2,010 | 33,496 |
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2,375 | Hazy Shade Of Criminal | Public Enemy | [Intro]
"But he like so many other White leaders appears to have missed the point"
"Once the riot started, it went like a forest fire. It started in a lot of different places at pretty much the same time"
[Intro: Chuck D]
Five hundred FBI agents comin' after us with a license to kill
Thirty mil, claimin' it's just a drug bust
[Ad-lib]
They thinkin' they making a fly switch
Replace the devil for a witch, dirty *****
[Chorus]
Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people and the beats
(Oh yes)
[Verse 1]
Some people accuse some people of crimes
Some people get away with losin' my rhyme (Uh!)
They don't like where I'm comin' from, so they play dumb
Dumb-diggety-dumb-diggety-dumb
But I'm tellin' you what they do, everybody plays a fool
While the real thief cools in a pool (Yeah!)
He who got the finger on the war button
Talkin' loud and sayin' nothin'
TV got 'em bigger than life
(Oh yes) All he needs is a knife
Who the criminal?
You might also like[Verse 2]
Blind, deaf and dumb, hard to see 'em comin', but they come, here they come
Don't be dumb-diggety-dumb
Politickin' write bad checks, still they gettin' wrecked
Going for a ***** neck (Uh!)
Rolling in a blue and white gang
Ready to bang-biggety-bang
Hanging 'round the hangin' rope
(Nope, nope, nope!) N-O-P-E
I ain't bendin' for the soap (Yeah!)
Never understood why the 'hood half a who's in the joint
Now they got me losin' my point
Gotta have it goin' on
Born criminal, born
[Verse 3]
Take a piece of America back, but who had it first?
Hear the Indian curse (Uh!)
Robbed and stole so many so much, it ain't funny
Now who got 'em face on money?
Politician passin' a bill, paid in full
C-note rockin' in a pocket, how they livin'
Making sure they lockin' us up, I got a feelin' I'm (In a minute)
When it come to somethin' we say
What they don't like is a brother like me on the mic in fact
To the gritty, ain't none of us wack
Noriega had back (Yeah!)
Jeffrey Dahmer enters the room without cuffs
How the hell do we get stuffed
In the back of a cell on a isle, ain't it wild?
What's criminal?
[Chorus]
Power to the people and the beats
[Verse 4]
Only if I had one more
Time to kick the rhythm that keep rippin' down the door
So the real criminals get exposed behind the clothes
Doors and the suits that make and break the law
Lookin' for my own 'cause I had enough bull
I can't understand it, must been the crooked way they planned it
Police 'posed to keep the peace
But I can't trust 'em, so I keep my piece
Loaded and cocked 'cause I don't miss the block
Talk about the ones who don't get chained to the rock
Those who got away with the dirt and the grime
While we go away for the neighborhood crime
Never liked what I saw in the law
Indiana trees hanging us instead of leaves (Yeah!)
We hanging from the roof (Yeah!)
By real criminals
[Ad-lib]
They thinkin' they making a fly switch
Replace the devil for a witch, dirty *****
[Chorus]
Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people and the beats
Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people and the beats
Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people and the beats
Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people and the beats
[Outro]
Power to the people and the beats
Power to the people and the beats1 | Hip-HopRap | 13 | 10 | 1,992 | 6,528 |
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2,377 | Stapleton Sex | Ghostface Killah | [Intro: Girl]
Mmm, oh, ugh, put it in
Yeah
[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
You can put my, dick in your mouth and play with my nuts
But before I bust, babe, I think I'll cum in your butt
I got my, gun on the floor and I'm ready to fuck
Like it's nothing, it's nothing
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo my, face is wet, got hair on my tongue
Cuz I'mma greedy nigga, absorb pussy juice like a sponge
Feel the pretty warm dick, rub it on your clit
Oh, right before I bust, I spray it on your tits
Switch you over, throw you to the side with one leg up
See the head slide in your hole, he stay up
Dick all shiny, helmet head bulging, smack it on your tooshie
When I hear the (click click) it's wet and it's gooshy
From behind, I'm a master mind, hundred fast ones
And slow it up, because I know how to fuck
Keep your pussy right there, don't move, ooh
Holla at your boy, baby, do what it do
I love fucking you, your pussy's the bomb (yeah)
Think about fucking this shit all day when I'm gone
Get up, suck that dick, spit on it, slob on that shit
More bubbles at the knob of that shit
It's my word, you'se a whore, taste good, right?
Turn around, get on all four
(You pulling my hair) Shut the fuck up
(Why you fucking me like that?) Shut the fuck up
This ain't no R&B dick, this hood
My slow jam dick is on Thursday's, if my sugar high
My dick don't get up, you know I'm the best
Just, shut your mouth up like you under arrest
I'm ready to cum (you ready to cum)
Yeah, keep it right (oh my gosh, my pussy is numb)
OK, just rub it up against your hole
Put your thumb in your mouth, and fuck me real slow
Look at me, yeah, baby, I'mma let that go
Tell me you love me (I love you, baby) Oh oh
You might also like[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Girl)]
Oh shit, don't touch me, don't touch me
I said don't touch me, chill
Let me get a cigarette (you don't smoke, nigga)
Oh yeah, I forgot (haha) I love when you fuck me like that
I'mma go put up some work at the studio, though
But when I get back, have a little nurse outfit on
With the hat to the side, so I can bend you over
In that little desk we got in the room
In your thigh highs, word up, and I'mma stop at the Adel store
And get one of them little screaming O's
So you can sit your little clit on it and just
Let it buzz off all day (yeah) Knowhatimsaying, ma?
I'mma get the nine and move | Hip-HopRap | 29 | 9 | 2,009 | 9,663 |
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2,378 | The Soup | Wale | [Seinfeld Skit]
[George] "I didn't get any bread"
[Jerry] "Just forget it, let it go"
[George] "Excuse me, I think you forgot my bread"
[Soup Nazi] "You want bread?"
[George] "Yes, please"
[Soup Nazi] "No soup for you!"
[Wale]
Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers
Who elevate the game when it was in need of a pilot?
Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem
What you thought was a prize is what I see as a blinder
They ask me why I never wear chains, but if you brought up
How I'm brought up, then you probably feel the same
And I ain't saying chains suck, probably get me 3 or 4
But I got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes
And I can't go to Emmy Lola, stunting with no diamonds on
Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball
I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though
You know your son a asshole, but I hope you got those stacks though
Always on the road again, with Omega or the band
Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans
And I give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that
So gold albums or not, I did affect rap
Uh, for worse or for better
Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better
Huh, they poor effort annoys me, who supporting them?
Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them
They finito, why the fuck they all got egos?
My OG is Tyrique and my kick game be like Bobbito Garcia
This shit a free throw, this shit here for my people
No soup for all you suckers while I'm re-ing up on me so
And they feeling me so, they not feeling y'all so
I volunteer every ten I see, Vince Yarbrough
Pat Summit dough, motherfuck a ho
This is More About Nothing, I'm the fucking show
Hold it, keep rolling
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also likeRespect is like food, nigga what it do?
I'm eating real good, no soup for you
"No--"
No soup for you
"No--"
No soup for you
"No--"
I'm eating real good, nigga
"No soup for you"
"No soup for, for, for you"
I got no time to be a hater, just trying to be your favorite
They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor
It's not about the paper, it's not about the fame
And I don't know no Triple H, but this is all about the Game
Competition I ain't winning but admit it, I'm still in it though
Should've been an all-star, I'm Crawford for Interscope
Em starting, 50 staring, Gaga, Game starting
And Will.I.Am and the Peas, the sixth man I am, y'all
And though I came far, know I got a way to go
Waiting for Pitchfork to say "Wale on this, so way to go"
Text message from Elliot saying "tape was dope"
XXL favorite quote, what else do I need to post?
I am not no homophobe, good thing I don't read The Post
Unless your 'Skin's winning, then I do it just to fucking boast
With this rap shit, you know I do the fucking most
I'm all over this beat like a motherfucking stethoscope
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule
My timing was any better, then bitch, I'd be a metronome
I am such a renegade, but try to be professional
But I am way too passionate to patch shit up and let shit go
Want you all to listen so I rap it in election form
But when you intellectual, some niggas ain't gon' let you on
But I'm here, jo, I hope you niggas know it's on
No soup for you wack niggas, I'mma get my chowder on
Gone
"No soup for, for, for you"
[Susan] "What are you doing?
Since when do you smoke?"
[George] "I've always smoked"
[Susan] "I've never seen you smoke"
[George] "Oh yeah, well, I'm a big smoker
I gave it up for a while but it was too tough" | Hip-Hop | 3 | 8 | 2,010 | 14,596 |
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2,379 | Times R Gettin Crazy | Mac Dre | Awe, yeah
Mac Dre
From the brain
They don’t know nothing about this type of music, mayne
So-so dope
Check it out...
[Verse 1]
1991 can’t leave my house without packing my gun
'cus nowadays things ain't so clean
You either end up dope dealing or being a dope fiend
Too much stress on a young man’s brain
Smoking that dank to deal with the pain
Much love for the brothers in the crew
But who in the crew will be here in ’92?
Every damn day I see more
Brothers getting killed or thrown in a trunk
Dope fiend mothers sellin sex
Welfare mother’s waiting for checks
Pops in the bathroom shooting Hop
Tell me, my brothers, where does it stop?
I got to get a grip, can’t let it phase me
I’m staying strong, 'cus times are getting crazy
[Hook]
Times are getting crazy {crazy, crazy, crazy}
Times are getting crazy
Times are getting crazy
Times are getting crazy
Times are getting crazy {crazy, crazy}
Times are getting crazy!
You might also like[Verse 2]
Brothers search hard for that perfect life
5 bedroom home, 2 kids, and a wife
Dog in the back by the swimming pool
Everybody wants to be living cool
But, to have these things you must have hope, mayn
Can’t get wrapped up in the dope game
It ain’t cool, you better stay far
Life is much more than brains and a car
Girls having babies before it’s time
Getting pregnant and don’t have a dime
THINK, baby, don’t be a fool
You better wait until things get cool
Keep a hat on a young man’s jimmy
It’s safe sex, but you don’t hear me
Wake up, you can’t be lazy
'Cus times are getting crazy
Times are getting crazy...
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Children from the black minority
Locked down in the Youth Authority
Dewitt-Nelson, Washington Ridge
These are places they lock down kids
It ain't right, it wasn’t meant to be
We don’t belong in no penitentiary
You got a talent, you better use it
Pick up a pen and write some music
And if not, boy, play sports
Get the Hoop ball and hit the court
The dope game just ain't cool
You better try and stay in school
'Cus times are getting crazy...
Times are getting crazy
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2,380 | Iron Man | Black Sabbath | [Intro]
I am Iron Man
[Verse 1]
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves, will he fall?
[Verse 2]
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Verse 3]
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
When he travelled time
For the future of mankind
[Chorus]
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfurl
You might also like[Instrumental Bridge]
[Verse 4]
Now the time is here
For Iron Man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
[Chorus]
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 5]
Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron Man lives again
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2,384 | Kool Aid & Frozen Pizza | Mac Miller | [Intro]
K.I.D.S
(You know what? You know what? You know what? Yeah)
[Verse]
Hey, Kool-Aid and frozen pizza
It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa
Dream of rocking crowds, see me filling up arenas
This weed got me laughing like a damn hyena
Yeah, I live a life pretty similar to yours
Used to go to school, hang with friends and play sports
Every single summer taking trips to the shore
And that was all gravy but I knew I wanted more
Ain't ever seen a young rapper like moi
Can't believe they eyes, swear it's just a mirage
Still got my training wheels in the garage
But I ain't gonna need those, I'ma go hard (Go hard)
So far I've done pretty well for myself
Couple trophies on the shelf, so what else
Could I want that I don't have yet?
Well, a little more cash and my own fast jet
So I can go anywhere, (Anywhere) anywhere (Anywhere)
Cali for the kush, 'cause boy I know there's plenty there
'Bout to be in music stores everywhere, but not yet
They can't understand my concept
I've been climbing up the great wall, haven't had a fall yet
These blogs gotta know I'm on next
Clean conscience, good Samaritan
Companies send me clothes so I'm wearing them
If you didn't know, well, I'm from the 'Burgh
Everything I drop recorded by Big Jerm
I smoke herb, then I make music
I don't even talk about it, boy, I just do it
Everybody got their own opinion, the reasons why they feeling him
You must admit he's killing 'em, running off adrenaline
Waiting for the game to wanna let him in, so open up
The boy a barrel of a smoking gun
Whether I'm old or young, the chosen one
I got a hundred billion flows to come
to every single song
So when I'm at a show everyone can sing along
My weed bag empty, bottle at its last drop
I'm feeling like this could be my last shot
But many more songs to make, cousin
So why the fuck you bugging? Haha
You might also like[Outro]
Yeah
Just some motherfuckin' kids
We just some motherfuckin' kids (What?)
We just some motherfuckin' kids (Ayy)
We just some motherfuckin' kids (Shouts to all my fans, man)
We just some motherfuckin' kids (Holdin' me down)
We just some motherfuckin' kids (And all the homies)
We just some motherfuckin' kids (Most dope)
Just some mo—just some—we just some motherfuckin' kids
(You know what? You know what? You know what? Yeah)
(You know what? You know what? You know what? Yeah)
(You know what? You know what? You know what? Yeah)
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2,387 | Closer to My Dreams | Drake | [Intro: Drake]
Yeah I remember me and, me and D used to talk about this kind of stuff all the time
Like what it's gonna be like when you get closer to your dreams
I didn't know much then but, probably tell you a lil' somethin' now
[Verse 1: Drake]
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured quickly
Ex girl strippin'
I can't stop her
New girl trippin' but I can't drop her
Cause I need somethin' to balance out the fact
That it's hard to find a woman when you talented and black
When you hollerin' at labels
And they silencing you back
Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence in ya track
Well
Gunshot for the young yacht owner
See there's everybody else then there's one top loner
First place is often the worst place
But fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Filipinos I think of the worst case
Watch blue and green diamonds I call it the Earth face
I'm gettin' ya cake I tell you how ya dessert taste
I get a dessert plate
Y'all eat pedigree as ya meal
I've been Urkel for some years it's better bein' Jaleel
Though I rock lean snap it's better bein' this real
It's better drivin' a car with the letter B in the wheel
Seat back
Light sayin' tank on E
I got the drank on me
You better bank on me
To be the one and only nigga that you ain't gon' see
In the club with a model spillin' drinks on me
Nah
Gimme 20 in the tank on 3
I'm in the Range bumpin' Keyshia Cole
Singin' off-key like [Andreena harmonizes]
I'mma spare y'all
Why you wanna judge me
I don't ever compare y'all
The city is mine
I know it because I'm there y'all
It ain't even started I'm really tryna prepare y'all
Spring '07 second quarter I'm droppin'
With or without a label man I'm committed to poppin'
And take over the summer
Tour to tour hoppin'
I'mma meet a lot of women I'mma do a lot of shoppin'
Really no other option
Spend a lot of money just to make it back
Anybody I dissed in a song I don't take it back
Same rappers that's all in ya face sayin' Drake is wack
Are checkin' my availability just to make a track
I promise mama
I'mma do it cause I know I put you through it (I know I put you through it baby)
And I just want you to sit around with ya friends at a dinner table
And say "My baby's famous and I knew it" (yeah)
And it wasn't nothin' to it
I've drawn it and drew it 'til the pen was out of fluid
The ballpoint run out
Then all joints come out classic
Rappers are fake we can all point one out
See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Drake Talking]
Yeah
I'd like to introduce you to the first lady of the ATF (uhh)
Miss Andreena Mill
[Chorus: Andreena Mill]
Closer to my dreams I'm gettin' higher
Yeah I feel it in my sleep
I said I'm gettin' higher
Yeah
And closer to my dreams
Whoa
Sometimes it feels like I'll never move on
Closer to my dreams
[Verse 2: Drake]
Look
I took a plane to Hawaii with D
And we was trippin' off of the speed at which life progressed
From meetin' Trey in Atlanta to doin' a cameo in his video
Which made everything right with X (Songz)
I got too many records and not enough shows
Far too many rappers and not enough ___
Well
You can fill the blank in
They tryna be the best
Just tryna place in the rankin'
Day care play pen drop out
To grade ten drop out
To summer '05 with the grey Benz drop out
Charcoal Charger
Racin' through back streets
On my Craig David shit the Artful Dodger
Shola Ama
I told her I'mma
'Bout to get my run on so hold the commas
Times've changed now I'm older mama
And these niggas ain't solid they fold in drama
And that's the realest shit I ever wrote
A compilation of mental thoughts that I never note
And "Hi, haters
I'm back off of hiatus
How ya album doin'?
I'm gettin' cake off of my latest"
Anticipated like the iPhone
Respected in any city that I roam
Summertime
Wintertime
Dinnertime
Anytime
Bet I am the nigga in my town when I arrive
Home
[Outro: Drake talking]
Yeah one more time 'fore we turn the lights out ladies and gentleman
(Sing it to' em 'Dreena) lights 'bout to go down, curtains 'bout to close but
I want y'all to enjoy yourself on the way out, yeah man
(Yeah man)
[Chorus: Andreena Mill]
Closer to my dreams I'm gettin' higher
Yeah I feel it in my sleep
I said I'm gettin' higher
Yeah
And closer to my dreams
Whoa
Sometimes it feels like I'll never move on
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2,388 | Briar Patch | Devin The Dude | [Devin the Dude]
The briar patch
No don’t throw me in the briar patch
You can cut off all my toes but not the briar patch
You can fill me full of holes but not the briar patch
Don’t throw me in the briar patch
Don’t throw me in the briar patch
Please don’t put me in the briar patch
You can season and cook me but not the briar patch
For me no one would ever look off in the briar patch
Don’t throw me in the briar patch
Don’t throw me in
I hop, I jump, I skip through the rubble
Yo, me ain’t looking for trouble
I was just trying to get to the other end, I never been
Maybe then I can tell my friends how it is. I’ve been
Searching for someone to help me, maybe you can
But it’s hard to tell you how I feel when you got a knife in your hand
You can carve me, tie me up and starve me
Put me on the grill, still nothing can harm me
Like the briar patch
Don’t chunk me in
What kind of luck would I have then?
Wait a minute man, before you put me in it use the gun
That you got, a couple of bullets, I’ll be finished – done
Or hey, I can help you find a pot
Help you build a fire, help you get it good and hot
Well, unless you like to eat me cold
You can but oh no
Please don’t throw me in
You might also likeThe briar patch
No don’t throw me in the briar patch
You can cut off all my toes but not the briar patch
You can fill me full of holes but not the briar patch
Don’t throw me in the briar patch
Don’t throw me in the briar patch
Please don’t put me in the briar patch
You can season and cook me but not the briar patch
For me no one would ever look off in the briar patch
Don’t throw me in the briar patch
Don’t throw me in
You’s an ugly motherfucker, dog, I just call it like I see it
And your breath is like death, if you don’t like it so be it
I get mistreated by others if you cut for me or not
Slice off my toes if that’s how it goes I really don’t give a fuck
If all of this belongs to you, do what you do, go ‘head
But throw me in the briar’s patch and you’ll never see so much red
I bled from less than just trespassing cuz, I’m just asking for a favor
Excuse my rude behavior
I’m just trying to savor the flavor of the fruit I just picked
And if you don’t like it, you can suck my dick
But what you don’t do is throw me in the briar patch and then I’m through
Come on man, can’t we call a truce
Can we do somethin about it before people end up crying and shoutin and poutin
Man, come on man, now that would really hurt ...
The briar patch
No don’t throw me in the briar patch
You can cut off all my toes but not the briar patch
You can fill me full of holes but not the briar patch
Don’t throw me in the briar patch
Don’t throw me in the briar patch
Please don’t put me in the briar patch
You can season and cook me but not the briar patch
For me no one would ever look off in the briar patch
Don’t throw me in the briar patch
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2,392 | Down With the King | Run–DMC | [Intro]
Reporters clock, producers jock
They wanna be down with the King!
[Verse 1: Rev Run]
Down with the king for years, about ten of 'em
Recruiting suckers mackin' mic, and makin' men of 'em
Tears and fears for my peers, they rippin'
You think that it is, it is, if not it isn't
Race for the border my daughter, 'cause beats you're bangin' out
Jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time for hangin' out
Gather, or rather form a circle around a loud
'Cause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd
Is it because he's runnin' off with the mouth
Or was he really clearly tryin' to play a nigga out
Nope, shut him down, the king with a crown
'Cause all you wanna be is Diggy Down
[Hook]
Down with the king
The king down with the king [x7]
The king
[Verse 2: C.L. Smooth]
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was meeca, and it went this way
Recollect a mecca mic check on the windmill skills
Mac distracts, wearing Godfather hats
It's okay to parlay to forte better
Tell 'em my nigga made a sweater tougher than leather
Swing another Rodney King thing and I'll wreck
But just like the white one I get no respect
Money stay awake, 'cause them other niggas are fake
From Hollis to the Beacon, now your dumb ass is leakin'
C.L. and Run D.M.C. so rush it
Big time weight before Hammer got to touch it
Remember the faces in all types of places
Look Ma, no shoelaces
And I'm
You might also like[Hook]
Down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King
[Verse 3: DMC]
I'm takin' the tours, I'm wreckin' the land
I keep it hardcore because it's dope man
These are the roughest toughest words I ever wrote down
Not meant for a ho like a slow jam, check it
Sucka emcees could never swing with D
Because of all the things that I bring with me
Only G-O-D could be a king to me
And if the G-O-D be in me, then the king I be
The microphone is branded when it's handed to me
I was planted on this planet and I plan to emcee
The emcee fiends only seem to agree
That I rock all the world and the society
Outrageous on the stages with a tune of verse
I give praises from these pages to the universe
is law
I keep it hardcore like you never saw
[Hook]
Down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King
[Verse 4: Pete Rock]
I'm the man you see, in the place to be
I went to John Jay University
And since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge
And after twelve grade I went straight to college
Down with the kings on the mic, a full swinger
The P to the R, not an R&B singer
The R to the U-N-D-MC'n
The fly human beings, tonight I hold the key and
Flowin' with the funk track, here to soul brother black
Pick up the bass, better yet leave a space
So let me put my big black twinkie on in to the early mornin'
Had skins yawning'
Mecca? (yo) you want the mecca? (yo)
I'll make a funky beat so we can blow, check it out
Pete Rock's the beat knock, put you in a headlock
And now all the outty out flock is down with the king
[Hook]
Down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King
[Outro]
Down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King Down with the
The King Down with the
The King Down with the
The King Down with the
The King Down with the king8 | Hip-HopRap | 2 | 3 | 1,993 | 31,362 |
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2,393 | Let You Havit | DJ Quik | [DJ Quik]
Yeah
[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Now this is for the G's who know we needs that gangsta shit
It's like the P-Funk we funk so its gotsta hit
And when you fire up that hooter pass it to the young G
The nigga Mista Quik, that's me from the C-to-the-P-to-the-T
And when I'm givin' it up for my hood you can't clown
Cause when we lettin' off you gots to duck down
And then we're rollin' back to the spot where they hang
(Westside fo'hundred street gang) so it's a street thang
Makin' that grip and stackin' the chips high
Ballin', never fallin', I gots to stay fly
Whether they smokin' up them beadies or rollin' the joints fat
I gotta kick it with my niggas cause it's like that
And you need to know I ain't for none, because I'm dumpin'
The hollow point rounds that got everybody humpin'
But niggas they keep on mouthin', kickin' up the static
But keep on talkin' shit
And I'ma let you havit
[Hook]
Yeah yeah
Huh, I'ma let you havit
Yeah
Check this
You might also like[Verse 2: DJ Quik]
Somebody told me that you dissed me (bitch) in your video
But I ain't trippin cause I'm knowin you ain't nothin but a silly ho
And yeah I said your monkey ass name in my underground tape
But if you peeped game you woulda heard me say
("To the top of the tree, for C-M-W to see")
We wasn't dissin lettin you know the other side was on a mission
Comin up with the Quik-ness, now you know who's dick this is
Down in the throats of the Compton's Most Bitchest
So take this shit back to your set if you got one
And I'ma be puttin the double 0 bucks in my shotgun
And if you come back fuckin' around I'ma take your life
Why would you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife?
So there it is MC Eiht, cause you're wack
And Mista Quik can beat the niggas down with another sack (that's right)
So keep on rollin' in your Camry or your Rabbit but
If I catch you slippin' in my hood, gotta let you havit
[Hook]
Ahh yeah
Gotta let you havit
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2,396 | Rated “R” | Redman | [Production by Erick Sermon & Redman]
[Chorus]
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me (Nah, nah, nah, fuck that)
[Verse 1: Redman]
Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
With a rap that's shittin' on the story of Jack Sprat
So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit
And if it's beef, I'll punch you in your mouth, kid (Damn)
I got a heart, but my heart is made out of nails
Word to Jamelle, my heart pumps nails in my blood rail
I'm not a warrior or barbarian type of nigga
I'm just quick to smoke your family, then fuck your sister
That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond
Been thinkin' about playin' that nice guy role at heaven door
'Cause ever since I was an infant, I was different
Paid no attention to my moms when she rifted
I was a hardheaded mother-F
But had to step 'cause she hit me with a left, then another left
That's why my brain is out of order
Because it take just a quarter to manslaughter ya little daughter
And do a drive-by, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit
Then carve my name in your pavement
I was Rated X, but I flexed
I beat up the devil with a shovel, so he dropped me a level
Ain't that ill, that I could just stand and watch the blood spill
From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no-frill?
Just because I made a record, I'm a star?
That's bullshit, what's the flavor, Tame? (Fuck what you heard, this rated R)
You might also like[Chorus]
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
[Verse 2]
Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend
Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends
And if I didn't know ya, to hell with ya, punk
And tell the devil I'll be in time for lunch (Heh-heh-heh-heh)
Got naughty in my nature, plus I'm down with O.P.P.
The best part about it, I got AIDS, bitch
Psych, I'm only kiddin', only do it to ugly women
'Cause the pretty one's puss' smell like they went fishin'
I grab my dick with a tight grip 'cause I might flip
Yo, Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with
I had a fight with Chuck, the punk motherfuck
Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with an uppercut (Bing)
Snapped the neck on Michael Myers, then I freaked it
'Cause it was August, and he was talkin' this trick-or-treat shit (Trick or treat)
Jason, my man, slangs rocks like up the block
143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop
Norman Bates work the night shift late
Since he dresses like his mama, I pimp him and his hoecake
Bust a maneuver, Freddy Krueger
Dreamed about me havin' him scooped up, he woke up with his dukes up
That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar
So let's get down with the funk break
'Cause they tailgate my rap style, so to cut 'em off, I truncate
And rough 'em up, tough 'em up, like bust 'em up
With the one-two punch, like servin' a customer
And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from?
I know, from me, the original P-Funk
See ya next LP, chump
[Chorus]
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
[Outro]
Get a check-up from the neck-up, nigga1 | MADE | 22 | 9 | 1,992 | 14,220 |
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2,400 | Tonight’s Da Night | Redman | [Intro: Redman & Hurricane G]
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it, I'm—
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man?
Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man
Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do
[Verse 1: Redman]
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after
I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?
It's the Redman on the funk train
Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
The work perfected, when the funk been injected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
I'm not an addict, more like Puff the Magic
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew (Gots to have it)
I don't claim to be a big rap star
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
You might also like[Interlude]
Fat black bitch, nasty
Bush bear, booga breath bitch
Nasty, talk to your tits bitch
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker
[Verse 2: Redman]
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
and tracks make me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down with the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out with my niggas, my niggas
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
'Cause we can do that black, so "Get the Bozack", Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump
Ba-bump, make your speakers pop
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
But if you wanna see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic more slicker than my man Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by lettin' me make an album (How come, rude boy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
[Interlude]
Nasty fuckin' green thumb Jolly Green niggas
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass
[Verse 3: Redman]
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump, you—
[Outro]
Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (Turn that shit off)
Turn that shit down man
Turn this shit off, G
Boom the new record on, know what I'm sayin'?23 | MADE | 4 | 5 | 1,993 | 108,539 |
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2,401 | Let the Funk Flow | EPMD | [Intro: Beastie Boys]
L-L-L-Let it flow!
L-L-Le-Le-Let it flow! Flow!
[Verse 1: Parrish Smith & Beastie Boys]
Relax while I tax, or you can just max
It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back
Poppin' much junk, now the time has arosen
I pick your card and your name has been chosen
Not all about line uppin' or the stick up scene
Let it flow! you know what I mean
I'm the PMD, in the place to be
Clock rhymin' and I lock ya', around the tick-tocker
Suckers steady clockin' at the same time jockin'
So a brother like MD takes a chill and lay low
Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow
[Refrain: Beastie Boys]
Let it flow!
[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
I got my girls to keep me pumpin', just like Getty
Use the same fuel as Mario Andretti
Kickin' butt in the beginning all the way to the end
He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win
I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip
So if you real, it's no time to slip
'Cause when it's time for some action, check on the Mic-hael Jackson
Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin'
Let the MC's know that I shock like lightning
They mess with the E-Double-E, I sounds frightening
You might also like[Refrain: Parrish Smith & Beastie Boys]
So let the funk flow
Let it flow!
Let it flow!
Let it flow!
[Verse 3: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith]
Blast off, and off you go
We usually take off fast, but now we take off slow
I would say Bon Voyage, but I'm not leavin
I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin'
So I will stay, if that's fine wit you
But I won't leave, until the party is through
So while I'm here, let me get funky
Fiendin' for the rhyme like a four-deuce junkie
Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide
EPMD them goin' nationwide
[Verse 4: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon]
While the bass is steady pumpin' and the beat be like thumpin'
You lose your cool, then you start jumpin'
You're out of control, and I'm right on track
In seconds later I work the bone out your back
To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
We like to hang, torture then slaughter
All sucker MC's, who proceed to intrude
E said "let em slide", say what but I'm in the mood
For dishin' and dismissin', all those who don't listen
Reel the ones who's in, as if we was fishin'
So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late
Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait
[Refrain: Erick Sermon & Beastie Boys]
So let the funk flow
Let it flow!
Let it flow!
[Verse 5: Parrish Smith]
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
When the brother PMD is on the microphone
The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
To go off beat, and come back on time
To maintain and explain, but never sound the same
And when it comes to do this, very few remain
People on my jock for the rhymes I invent
Dip in a phone booth just like Clark Kent
Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess
Chillin' hard, with the P on my chest
Rhymin' on the mic, while the beat rocks steady
Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy
[Verse 6: Erick Sermon]
Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock 'n' roll
Drink a six-pack, maybe Miller or Stroh
That's not the move, it's about hip-hop
The loud guitar playin' and screamin' has to stop
Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine
I hear the girls out there sayin' E is hot
That only shows you what juice I got
And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo
There's nothin' wrong wit me, it's somethin' wrong with you
[Refrain: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith & Beastie Boys]
So let the funk flow
Let it flow!
So let the funk flow
Let it flow!
[Outro: Parrish Smith, Erick Sermon & Beastie Boys]
Yo, this beat is sort of funky
Man, I ain't worried about it, I know it's funky
Let it flow! | Hip-HopRap | 7 | 6 | 1,988 | 6,009 |
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2,404 | The Badness | J. Cole | [Intro: J. Cole]
Yeah, keep followin' me
Keep callin' me
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, ayy
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Believe in God like the sun up in the sky
Science can tell us how, (But) it can't tell us why
I seen a baby cry, then seconds later, she laughs
The beauty of life, the pain never lasts
The rain always pass, the sun don’t always shine (Yeah)
When it's gone, I'm lonely, but when it's there, I'm fine
I hate the wintertime because the nights come quicker
The light make them whites think I'm a nice young nigga
But at night, they think twice and walk a little faster
It's funny, hunnid-years-ago I'd've called this nigga, "Master"
How the tables turn but still the fire burnin', uh
I feel the heat the world is a dryer turnin'
Turnin', I'm lookin' for some higher learnin'
Learnin', girl, you what I desire, yearnin'
Yearnin', you say I'm easily distracted
I think the problem is I'm easily attracted
By the darkside, the temptation got me questionin'
Where my heart lies, I'm tryna separate myself
Like apartheid, but ay the liquor keep swallowin'
I swear I walk with God, but the devil keep followin'
Followin', I say the devil keep followin'
Followin', I say the devil keep followin'
Followin', I say the devil keep followin'
You might also like[Verse 2: Omen]
Uh, feel like I'm ridin' on a
Chartered plane of broken-hearted pain
Turbulence is constant, my pilot has gone insane
If I can find a parachute to parasail
Maybe these parasites of paranoia won't prevail
Character dope as hell
But where is my parallel sweetheart? Deep thoughts
Lost in my brain, so I sleep hard nights
With no progress, mane, I'm thinkin' like I'll prob'ly
Find a Loch Ness in the projects before I find this
Object of my love, this object of my heart
Guitar strings is strum in search of my counterpart
Bound to start drinkin' and smokin', sink in this ocean
Leapin' through the badness, hopin' I'm reachin' for closeness
Feel like the devil keep followin' me
Feel like the devil keep followin' me
Uh15 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 6 | 2,009 | 152,991 |
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2,409 | Kilo | Ghostface Killah | [Intro: Ghostface Killah & Sample]
Yo, yo—
—'round the world today, the kilo is a measure
Oh, yo, Rae, I can't feel my face, my heart pounding and shit
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember
Paranoid as a motherfucker right now—who the fuck—close them blinds and shit. Who that?
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
Captain Kirk? What, it's the fucking Stark Enterprise, the Enterprise shit outside, or some shit?
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember
I need some pussy, though—I'm ready to fuck Catwoman or something. F—Fuck it, let's go!
[Hook: Ghostface Killah & Sample]
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure (Ayo, ayo, Shareefa, go to the store for me)
Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember (I need some razors and a fresh box of baggies)
You never catch the kid going hand-to-hand (The ones with ten in them)
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure (Ayo, son, turn that water down a little bit—just a little bit? Thank you)
Once you got the funds, you got the panties, man
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember (I need two waters, a Dutch, and a cranberry Snapple)
Throughout I-95, I'm the handyman (Ayo)
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Bricks, tar caps, powder, cooked up crack
Phones is tapped over Franklin stacks
Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro'
Break out of town when the Jakes take down the pharoah
Reason: He was moving that Peruvian white
Blowing coolies in the hoopties, slamming cuties at nights
Big, heavy pots over hot stoves
Mayonnaise jars in water with rocks in them
Got my whole project out of order
A kilo is a thousand grams
Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan
Extract oil cut from Cuban plants
The chemists is brolic, Pyrex scholars
Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars
You might also like[Hook: Ghostface Killah, Sample, & Raekwon]
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember
You never catch the kid going hand-to-hand
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
Once you got the funds, you got the panties, man
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember (Yeah)
Throughout I-95, I'm the handyman (Ayo)
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Ayo, peace to those cooking that raw, powder-white
Get your sniff on, Scarface niggas, we getting right
Some call it "bricks," some call it "birds"
How many niggas get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curve?
You would go to jail; get caught with this, niggas'll grow to fail
Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales
They lived like brothers—word life—connects discovered
Most niggas get hard from fucking with them pipes and hustlers
Kilos is one thousand grams
You know your ammo better be heavy, 'cause soon kids is coming in camo
Protect your land, daddy; I'm a announcer
You get caught with an ounce, it's over
Matter-fact, they taking you down, son
[Hook: Ghostface Killah & Sample]
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember
You never catch the kid going hand-to-hand
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
Once you got the funds, you got the panties, man
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember
Throughout I-95, I'm the handyman (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Some say a drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki'
I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets
A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks when they wrapped and stuffed
Four days later, straight cash, two million bucks
Strictly powder, no cut—your coke is vile, that's whats up
Y'all beefing over little shit, we sniff, the balance went up
In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse
Tony got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts
Kilo is one thousand grams, a pile of sand is equivilant
To the eye, it's nice to have a thousand fans
Coke buyers, some be liars; therefore, you check for wires
Dedicated dealers, during holidays, we give 'em lighters
[Bridge: Ghostface Killah]
Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops
Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops
Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops
Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops
Tall tops, long tops, short tops, twelve-twelves
Fifty-eight fifty-eights, weed bags, Ziplocs
Big rocks, coke spots, two Glocks, one ox'
Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack spot
[Hook: Ghostface Killah & Sample]
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember
You never catch the kid going hand-to-hand
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
Once you got the funds, you got the panties, man
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember
Throughout I-95, I'm the handyman, handyman, handyman, handym—4 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 3 | 2,006 | 34,857 |
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2,410 | Who’s that? Brooown! | Das Racist | [Hook: Sample]
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?)
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
[Verse 1: Kool AD]
Brown Elvis, I can't help it
Brown Larry Bird, y'all, the '97 Celtics
All brown everything, better than you've ever seen
Never have you ever seen anything like it
Do you like it? Oh, I think you like it
Maybe you should buy it—you should probably buy it
I swear, I sell like West sell
Sell like sex sell, smell like sex smell
I swear I go like cars go
Move like cargo, so retard-o
Always move forward, never sleep, like a shark, bro
Always with my peoples, like Yarborough, y'all blow
[Hook: Sample]
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
You might also like[Break: Sample]
Browwwwwwwwn
Browwwwwwwwn
[Verse 2A: Heems]
Well, who's that brown? Downtown like Julie
Mixed-race British chicks let me in they coochie
Like, "who he? Heems? Well, yeah, he aight, though
Ball like Michael, life's vicious cycle
[Verse 2B: Kool A.D.]
Chickety-choco, the chocolate chicken
Half Choco Taco, quarter Chippewa Indian
Black Tintin, Jewish Mel Gibson
Kool A.D., juiceman, stab it like Simpson
[Hook: Sample & Heems]
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
Now, what could brown do for you, you?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
What has brown done for me? Lately?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
Now, what could brown do for you, you?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
What has brown done for me? Lately?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
Now, what could brown do for you, you?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
What has brown done for me? Lately?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
Now, what could brown do for you, you?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
What has brown done for me? Lately?
[Break]
Browwwwwwwwn
Browwwwwwwwn
Browwwwwwwwn
Browwwwwwwwn
[Verse 3: Heems]
Now, some, may I say, call me Heems
The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Cream
The truth like Bruce, yes, Baker and Clapton
Cruisin' down the block, I'm riding shotty in a Magnum
Internet celebrity like Dallas Penn and Raffi
Person of color, you can’t see me, copy?
Murder the beat, yes, instrumental Nazi
Papi smoke that shit that come from poppy seeds
This is Greedhead E-N-T-E-R-T-A-I-N-M-E-N-T
MT3, mp3s to your PC or M-A-C—yeah, that's a MacBook
[Hook: Sample & Heems]
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
Now, what could brown do for you, you?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
What has brown done for me? Lately??
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
Now, what could brown do for you, you?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
What has brown done for me? Lately?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
Now, what could brown do for you, you?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
What has brown done for me? Lately?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
Now, what could brown do for you, you?
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
What has brown done for me? Lately?
[Outro: Sample]
Browwwwwwwwn
Browwwwwwwwn
Browwwwwwwwn
Browwwwwwwwn2 | Hip-Hop | 29 | 3 | 2,010 | 24,883 |
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2,411 | Doing It Way Big | Lil’ Kim | [Intro]
{*dice rattle*}
{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice
{*dice rattle*}
{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
You know the Queen Bee known for (doin it way big)
We take trips to Mykonos, Greece
Just to shop, we don't stop (doin it way big)
This is for my millionaire glub golfers
Comin up like Halle and Denzel, winnin the Oscars
Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya
I get mine straight out the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa
I smack niggas 'cross the face with a Centurion Card
Who don't believe I'm (doin it way big)
In the Continental T, magnolia B
.. (man, she doin it way big)
I'm comin through Hummer stuntin, and I'm frontin
Workin that la Burkin, Hermes bag
Only multi-millionaires who know about that
Be like.. (damn, she doin it way big)
[Hook: Lil' Kim]
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G
You might also like[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Pull out the G-55, Cavarolet
Oh by the way I'm (doin it way big)
Eight Alpine speakers, custom made H-R-E rims
(uh-huh, doin it way big)
The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet
It's made out of rubber gutta faggot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass
This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all
Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all
Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets
I got shit department stores ain't even get yet
I drop, 30 or more in Christian Dior
They gotta, close the store and let me shop some more
We go to, Broadway plays in six white Rolls Royce
(now that's what you call doin it way big)
[Hook]
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G
[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
As long as I'm here, I'm gon' keep doin it, doin it how I do it
When I do it best believe I be (doin it way big)
We greet our guests at the door
With champagne and cigars that read (doin it way big)
Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors
Fourteen karat gold, paint on the walls
We swim in pools with marble waterfalls
Ball baby or don't ball at all
My bathroom is Chanel, my bedroom Louis Vuitton
An office decorated in, Ralph Lauren
I got a, Versace couch and pillows I sleep on
With the matchin rob and slippers, I beg to differ
LaPerla lingerie, cause it fits my body
Get with us, we know how to throw a party
And you can't get in, without a Queen Bee members only jacket
That reads (doin it way big)
[Hook]
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G
{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice
{*dice rattle*} (one more time now)
{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice
[Kim]
And the best rapper's still B.I.G1 | Rap | 4 | 3 | 2,003 | null |
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2,413 | Super Boo | Kid Cudi | [Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Look at her she could be ma super boo
In a room crazy, sexy, cool
Intellectually sexy, her body is sick, her face is dope
Somethin like a eye candy photo
Hope to God the broad ain't a ho though
The way she walks is in slow-mo
Yep, ma mind got Tee-Vo
Every punk truck around
Plotting and scheming, wishing and dreaming
Jus for a little nano second to holla at her quick
Tryin' to holla for her name
Yellow bone with a tan like damn
Smile at me, so I smile right back
She move so effortless complimentin' her looks
I be commentin' up in her book
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
You can be my super boo-oo-oo
You can be my super boo, I need you
To come and chill wit me c'mon
One, Two, Check it
[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Mad views on her myspace shit
Just stoppin by, showing her love, while she sits
And all her friends are hot, but not like her she the number one spot
All I wanna do is really introduce Scott
Let her know my dreams and struggles to the top
Show her, that it feels good in a drop top
Rollin down sunset niggas can't stop
I can tell that she really got her mind right
Let me make that move when the time's right
Hope she don't mind a little limelight
You can't go wrong let's get right
And we gon let them other niggas stomp it out
Next step ye we gon' talk it out
I hop hotels 'til the next flight
I think about you cause your so right
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
You can be my super boo-oo-oo
You can be my super boo, I need you
To come and chill wit me c'mon
One, Two, Check it
(Lalalaalaaalaaa)
[Interlude: Kid Cudi]
I know you probably like a lil stand offish
But just take my hand though
And save my world baby
Come ride with me
[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
Let me get it, okay I got it she's so hot move so erotic
Take her to Cancun fly supersonic
Grown and sexy love Gin & Tonic
Askin questions like where you from?
I ain't gonna tell you you should just come
Take that journey beyond the clouds
Let's leave reality truth be told
Yeh baby girl this the code
Come be ma roadie backstage at shows
I can tell that them other niggas did you cold
But am a hot nigga with the heat for sure
I ain't fittin like a scarf in the summer
Am misemplyin and I need you in the summer
Layin on top me enjoying your company
Am runnin out of issue (Can't understand) when I kiss you
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
You can be my super boo-oo-oo
You can be my super boo, I need you
To come and chill wit me c'mon
One, Two, Check it2 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 4 | 2,009 | 13,539 |
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2,416 | Paranoid | Kanye West | [Intro: Kanye West]
She really thought that? (Yeah)
Yeah, she's so paranoid (Yeah, that's good, paranoid)
Girls gonna love this song, ahaha
Why are you so paranoid? (Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Don't be so paranoid, don't be so
[Refrain: Kanye West]
Baby, don't worry 'bout it
Hey there, don't even think about it
You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things
You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things
You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things
You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Tell me right now
You really wanna spend your whole life alone?
A little time out might do you good
Might do us good 'fore we be done for good
'Cause I could make it good, I could make it hood
I could make you come, I could make you go
I could make you high, I can make you fly
Make you touch the sky, hey, maybe so
All of the time
You be up in mine checkin' through my cell phone, baby, no
You wanna kill the vibe on another night
Here's another fight, oh, here we go (Oh, here we go)
You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West, Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi]
Baby, don't worry 'bout it
Lady, we'll go out to the floor
Anyway, they don't know you (They don't know) like I do
They'll never know you (Never know)
Anyway, they don't know you (Never know) like I do
They'll never know you
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
All of the time
You wanna complain about the nights alone
So now you're here with me, show some gratitude
Leave the attitude way back at home
Yeah, you see 'em look
Baby, let 'em look, give ya cold looks 'cause we look cold
Yeah, you heard about all the word of mouth
Don't worry 'bout what we can't control
All the talk in the world lost in the world
'Til you finally let that thing go
You wanna check into the heartbreak hotel
But sorry, we're closed
[Chorus: Kanye West, Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi]
Baby, don't worry about it
Baby, we'll go out to the floor
Anyway (Hey) they don't know you (To the floor) like I do (Hey)
They'll never know you (Never know)
Anyway, they don't know you (They don't know) like I do
They'll never know you
[Refrain: Kanye West]
Baby, don't worry 'bout it
Baby, don't even think about it
You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things
You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things
You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things
You worry 'bout the wrong things
[Chorus: Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi]
Anyway, they don't know you like I do
They'll never know you
Anyway, they don't know you like I do
They'll never know you
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus: Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi]
Anyway, they don't know you like I do
They'll never know you
Anyway, they don't know you like I do
They'll never know you69 | Hip-HopRap | 24 | 11 | 2,008 | 345,067 |
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2,417 | All Along | Kid Cudi | [Intro]
Hey
Ma-ma-ma, ma-moon
Hey
Ma-ma-ma, ma-moon
[Verse 1]
When the days change
So does my attitude
I'm messy at home
I eat a lot of junk food
When the nights change
So do my nightmares too
I dream reality
Is my dream
[Chorus 1]
All along
All along
I guess I'm meant to be alone
All along
All along
I guess I'm meant to be alone
Out there on my own
Yeah
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2]
When the weeks change
The rumors change too
I'm addicted to highs
Would you like to know why?
When the months change
So do my love point of views
I don't want what I need
What I need hates me
What I need hates me
[Chorus 2]
I know all along
All along
I know I'm meant to be alone
It's crazy
But all along
All along
I knew I was meant to be alone
Out there on my own, yeah
[Bridge]
Suppose somehow the lionhearted
Failed to win
Who will be the villain?
All the strangers voted for him
Suppose somehow the lionhearted
Failed to smile
Who will be the villain?
All the strangers voted for him
[Chorus 1]
All along
All along
I guess I'm meant to be alone
All along
All along
I guess I'm meant to be alone
Out there on my own, yeah45 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 11 | 2,010 | 193,041 |
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2,419 | Something You Forgot | Lil Wayne | [Hook]
I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending, and that's all I can do
That's all I can do mama
The love I'm sending
An't making it through to your heart
I hope you hear me
[Verse 1]
Pain! Since I've lost you, I'm lost too
Nigga feelin' like he at the bottom like a horseshoe
Sorry for the trouble that I put you and your heart through
God knows that I'd do anything for a part two, or to
Be prayin' for the day you come back to me
Sayin' that you forgive me, give me another chance
I'm needin' it like a kidney, I don't wanna advance
Give me back her hands, give me back her touch
I don't ask for much, but I fucked up
I know I fucked up, I admit I fucked up
But everybody fuck up, now this other nigga lucked up
Tell him me and my clique don't give a fuck
'Cause, um, we from New Orleans, she was from Georgia
She was my down chick, I was her soldier
I was her gangsta, she was my shoulder
You were the pistol to my holster... BANG!
You might also like[Hook]
You've been hiding, never letting it show
Always trying, to keep it under control
I see you hidin' it, mama
You got it down, and you're well on your way to the top
Keep doin' your thing
But there is something that you forgot
[Verse 2]
You forgot about the house, you forgot about the ring
I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing
I remember the love, right after the fights
You can't tell me you don't remember those nights
And if I would cry, then you would cry twice
To me, you are the brightest star under sunlight
See, take away my title, take away my stripes
You give me back my girl, and you give me back my life
Give me back my girl, and you give me back my life
See, this is just a nightmare, so I blink twice
Open up my eyes hopin' she be in my sight
I remember the time, I wish I could bring it back
What she mean to me is what I mean to rap
[Hook]
You've been hiding (Y'know)
Never letting it show
Always trying (I see you hidin', it mama)
To keep it under control (But I know you know)
You got it down (I know you do)
And you're well on your way to the top
But I wish you and yours nothin' but happiness, shawty
[Verse 3]
But I hope you haven't forgot about me—
Up in the living room, watchin' SportsCenter
You were cookin' dinner, I was such a sinner
But the Lord is a forgiver; you know, they say if you pray
Then you can get your blessings ordered and delivered
And your boyfriend is not like me
Ma, you even went and got a teardrop like me
I remember we would sit at home all day
You called me "butter," I called you "babe"
My momma asked about you, my partners did too
I know your daughter will be so amazing like you
And I know you probably wish you never met me
And I just wish you never forget me, and let me say:
Please don't worry 'bout the women I have been with
No engagement can amount to your friendship
And I hope that nigga know he got a queen
And all I can do is dream, damn!
[Hook]
I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending, and that's all I can do
The love I'm sending
Ain't making it through to your heart16 | Hip-HopRap | 16 | 6 | 2,007 | 215,804 |
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2,421 | The Mood | Kid Cudi | [Produced by: Emile Haynie]
[Intro]
Yup
Yup
[Verse 1]
Shades over my eyes
Make the creepers look back at themselves
Sittin' stuck, in emotional bliss
The skinny model girls rub coke on their gums
Tap my knee, I'm keepin' the rhythm
The young and wild take chances together
They all jump up, twist and groove
But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood
[Chorus]
No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood
[Verse 2]
There's a hunger in the night
The moonlight kissing the nips on a model frame
I kissed her inner thigh
Closed my eyes, she began to make me fish
She like to go the mile
All the while I could see her tear a bit
I forgot her name, somethin that sound like Penelope
Maybe a French twang to it
Her tongue was quick, she was French I knew it
A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism
She like that young nigga vibe
My brown skin, my shagged out 'fro
I'm king to her, and she will please her friend for me
So funny how the starvin' are guardless
Naked is always honest
Her hands all over my privates, lost in the mood
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus]
No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood
[Bridge]
But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood
[Chorus]
No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood16 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 11 | 2,010 | 76,281 |
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2,424 | Christmas in Hollis | Run–DMC | [Verse 1: Run]
It was December 24th on Hollis Ave after dark
When I seen a man chilling with his dog in the park
I approached him very slowly with my heart full of fear
Looked at his dog, oh my God, a ill reindeer
But then I was illin' 'cause the man had a beard
And a bag full of goodies, 12 o'clock had neared
So I turned my head a second and the man was gone
But he must’ve dropped his wallet smack dead on the lawn
I picked the wallet up but then I took a pause
Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus"
A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's
Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease
But I'd never steal from Santa, cause that ain't right
So I'm going home to mail it back to him that night
But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree
Was a letter from Santa and the dough was for me
[Verse 2: D.M.C.]
It's Christmas time in Hollis, Queens
Mom's cookin' chicken and collard greens
Rice and stuffing, macaroni and cheese
And Santa put gifts under Christmas trees
Decorate the house with lights at night
Snow's on the ground, snow white so bright
In the fireplace is the yule log
Beneath the mistletoe as we drink eggnog
The rhymes that you hear are the rhymes of Darryl's
But each and every year we bust Christmas carols
You might also likeChristmas melodies
[Verse 3: Run-D.M.C.]
Rhymes so loud and proud you hear it
It's Christmas time and we got the spirit
Jack Frost chillin', the hawk is out
And that's what Christmas is all about
The time is now, the place is here
And the whole wide world is filled with cheer
[Verse 4: D.M.C.]
My name's D.M.C. with the mic in my hand
And I'm chilling and coolin' just like a snowman
So open your eyes, lend us an ear
We want to say
[Outro: Run-D.M.C.]
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!15 | Hip-HopRap | 25 | 11 | 1,987 | 68,842 |
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2,425 | Kelly’s 12-Play (Remix) | R. Kelly | [R. Kelly]
Ay, listen to my demo, oh!
That's the sound of the bed when it's tweakin' with you and me in it
The passion, the sex, girl, sex like a clinic
Especially when we put on that bump 'n grind
That 12-Play get that boy some pussy every time
There's something about that shit when we put that shit on
And not to mention when you mix that shit with some Patron
That's why she keep pursuin' it
She love how I'm doin' it
Cause shorty scream like, "Aaah!" like I got two in it
And you don't have to wonder
Twelve's the magic number
Just count from one to twelve, and I'll be going under
Making your body shake like a horror movie (Hit it, hit it!)
It ain't no secret why I be king 'til I die
12-Play deserves a Grammy, because I believe I can fly
I believe that your mommy and daddy laid it down, and they did it
To Kelly's 12-Play
[Hook: The-Dream]
You can't ruin it
From doin' it to Kelly's 12-Play
Like a DJ we screwin' it
While we doin' it (ooh-ooh-in' it) to Kelly's 12-Play
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh!
You might also like[The-Dream]
We gon' come up off that bed, push up to the dresser... yeah, yeah, yeah
Now we're all up on my CD player up
Skip, skip, skip-skip, skip-skip back to seven
And we both sweatin' it out like it's a fire up in here
Reach my hand up to the remote, gotta play that one more gear
As we repeat steps 1 through 12
She's like, "Thank you, Dream!"
I'm like, "No, thank you, Kells!"
So I stunt like my daddy up in here
Girl, you got my lips hangin' off your ear
Clean the CD, check for scratches, get up on my mattress
And now we doin' it to Kelly's 12-Play
[Hook]
[R. Kelly]
Ah, ah, I say we doin' it... k-k-killa! (Killa!)
I am the best at what I do
So close the door and let me show you
I got my tongue all up in it like (leetle-leetle-leetle-leetle-leetle)
Now, I'ma make you change your notes like (leetle-leetle-leetle-leetle-leetle)
Do you like that? Do you like this?
Then tell me how does this feel?
Girl, my only aim's to please your body
I'ma sing to that puss, make it sing right back to me
We can be a duet, we've got that kind of chemistry
And if I smoke grass, baby, I'mma light one up cause that was by far the greatest... (fuck)
'Bout to get that ass up to bidness up in here, 'bout to get your man fired up in here
Because... are you fiendin' for it? And I'm 'bout to run up in it!
So don't hate, listen to my mixtape
And if you wanna know, my favorite's number four on Kelly's 12-Play1 | RBSoul | null | null | null | 5,005 |
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2,428 | Fake Patois | Das Racist | [Intro]
Original, original
Original, original
Turn me up in the headphone
Turn the music up
DR
[Verse 1: Heems]
Yo, got the fake patois
KRS-One did a fake patois
Miss Cleo got a fake patois
Even Jay-Z did a fake patois
Bad Brains had a fake patois
My man Snow had a fake patois
Even Jim Carrey fuck with the patois
So you know he come through with the fake patois
Patois, got the fake patois
You come through with the fake patois
Patois patois patois
Fake, fake patois
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
You might also like[Verse 2: Heems]
Ya not gwan speak patois
Me gwan talk the fake patois
Everyone I listen to, fake patois
Snow from Toronto, fake patois
Original rudeboy, original rudeboy
Shabba Ranks, Cutty Ranks
Your M.O. is mo, me say no thanks
Shabba Ranks, Cutty Ranks
Your M.O. is mo'
Yeah, me right near the beach
Right near my reach is the fire for the streets
Yeah, and now me can't read
Baldhead teef me book and now me can't speak
Yeah, fake patois
This fake patois
Fake patois
[Verse 3: Heems]
All the sudden had a fake patois
Even Busta Rhymes kinda sound patois
Maybe just enjoy it, make it look patois
When he speak, he just speak, but to me patois
The way he did do the patois
With the leaders of the new, but it's sure (??)
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
Fake patois, fake patois
[Verse 4: Heems]
Yeah, the boy a murderer
Here come the hotstepper with fire 'pon ya
Yeah, we nah play games
It's fake patois, winner take names
If the feds test me, me gwan take aim
Crunch like Nestle, Snipe from the planes
Snipe like Wesley, punch like Hawaiian
Snipe from the planes, yeah we shoot while we flying
Murder She Wrote like Chaka Demus and Pliers
More fire more fire more fire
This fake patois
This fake patois
[Bridge: Heems]
Dem Fear
She now look at the big of me foot, me shoe be size ten fear
Me can't read cause dem teef me book but I still come with dem fear
Me now look at the big of me foot, me shoe be size ten
Fear
Dem fear
Dem fear
She now look at the big of me foot, me shoe be size ten fear
Me can't read cause dem teef me book but it come with dem fear
She now look at the big of me foot, me shoe be size ten fear
Ten fear | Hip-Hop | 29 | 3 | 2,010 | 33,141 |
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2,429 | Too Cold | Vanilla Ice | [Verse 1]
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back I got a brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo - I don't know
Now turn off the lights (huh) and I'll glow
And to the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
[Hook 5x]
Too cold, Too cold
[Repeat until next verse]
But you be talkin' that shit
[Verse 2]
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, now as I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit the bull's eye, the kid don't play
And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
You might also likeIce ice baby!, Ice ice baby!
Ice ice baby!, Ice ice baby!
[Verse 3]
Take heed, Cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, That created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
Cause my style is like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and know you wanna step with this
Swamp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, other DJ's say "damn"
If a rhyme was a drug, you know i'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic and when I kick my juice
And if there was a problem, you know that I would solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
[Hook]
Ice ice baby
(throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there)
Ice ice baby, ice ice baby
(throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there)
Ice ice baby, too fuckin' cold
Too cold, too cold, too cold, too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold, too cold | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 10 | 1,998 | 14,541 |
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2,430 | Surf’s Up | The Beach Boys | [Section 1]
[Verse 1]
A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome mannered baton
(Bygone, bygone)
[Verse 2]
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the opera glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
(Bygone, bygone)
[Bridge]
Columnated ruins domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?
[Verse 3]
Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
(Bygone, bygone)
[Verse 4]
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumpeter swan
(Bygone, bygone)
You might also like[Bridge]
Columnated ruins domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?
[Section 2]
[Verse 1]
Dove nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-Step to lamp lights cellar tune
[Verse 2]
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne
The glass was raised, the fired rose
The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
While at port adieu or die
[Verse 3]
A choke of grief heart hardened, I
Beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry
[Verse 4]
Surf's Up, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
The young and often spring you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing
A children's song
[Section 3]
[Refrain]
Child, child, child, child, child
A child is the father of the man
Child, child, child, child, child
A child is the father of the man
A children's song
Have you listened as they played
Their song is love
And the children know the way
That's why the child is the father to the man
Child, child, child, child, child
Child, child, child, child, child
Na na na na na na na na
Child, child, child, child, child
That's why the child is the father to the man
Child, child, child, child, child17 | Rock | 30 | 8 | 1,971 | 92,421 |
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2,437 | Cookie Jar | Gym Class Heroes | [Intro]
[The-Dream]
Radiokilla
[Travie McCoy]
You know what it is
Gym Class Heroes, The-Dream
It’s hard to look innocent when I got cookie crumbs all over my face
[Hook: The-Dream & Travie McCoy]
I like girls
They like me
They look so cute in their 7 Jeans
Want you to be the one
And my only
I want to be faithful
But I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar
My hands, my hands, my haha... my hands
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar
[Verse 1: Travie McCoy]
You see I got this problem
I need help trying to solve it
'Cuz meeting after meeting
And I'm still a cookie-holic
You can hide 'em, I'ma find 'em
On the counter, in the closet
And I'll say I ain't do it
With my face covered in chocolate
My girl be setting booby traps
To catch me eating Scooby Snacks
I left crumbs in the bed once
But I told her I was through with that
She still don't be believing me
And I guess that I'm cool with that
But I got a sweet tooth
That'll never come loose
And the truth of the matter is
You might also like[Hook: The-Dream & Travie McCoy]
I like girls
They like me
They look so cute in their 7 Jeans
Want you to be the one
And my only
I want to be faithful
But I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar
My hands, my hands, my haha... my hands
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar
[Verse 2: Travie McCoy]
I got a thing for Milano biscotti Italianos
And I'll never turn down some Oreos if you got them
Butter pecan Puerto Rican
Or them oatmeal raisin Asians
Hazelnut Brazilians, macadamia Caucasians
Double Stuf or Thin Mint
It don't matter, you gettin' it
'Cause I got a sweet tooth
That'll never come loose
And the fact of the matter is
[Hook: The-Dream & Travie McCoy]
I like girls
They like me
They look so cute in their 7 Jeans
Want you to be the one
And my only
I want to be faithful
But I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar
My hands, my hands, my haha... my hands
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar
[Bridge: Travie McCoy]
I'm a monster for these cookies
I'm a beast for their treats
I'm an animal for they're crackers
Head to feet, they so damn sweet
Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar7 | Alternative | 9 | 9 | 2,008 | 47,303 |
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2,439 | Strugglin’ | K’naan | (Intro: K'naan)
Yeah, yeah, it's me, strugglin'
[Verse 1: K'naan]
I start out, just to vibe out
I ain't about to bow out
I'm more gangsta than you are
But I ain't about the rou' rou'
My season will come, it has to
Honestly I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something
I'm passed due. Sincerely I'm touchy these days
I can't take nothing, I'm tryna treat my record like the law
Shit, I'm dying to break something
And mostly, I'm up and stressin'
When other folks sleep
Believe me, I know struggle, and struggle knows me
My life owes me, like an overdose
I'm slowly, drifting in the arms of trouble
Then trouble holds me
And nothing else is close to me
More than pain unfortunately
Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be
(Hook X2)
Strugglin', and it's trouble in
In this circumstance I'm dwelling in
I find myself in the corner huddling
With some angry men and I gotta settle shit again
Before they gotta kill again
You might also like[Verse 2: K'naan]
I should be chillin' on beaches
Instead my bone freezes
Ducking Glocks and I walks
Sort of like Jesus
The realest thing for me is
Since I was a fetus
The only break I ever got, was at recess
So legitimately, I remain very little relieved
Then at thug rappers I remain very little intrigued
Can you blame me?
Look how we lived in the late eighties
Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies
And when we'd play these
Crazy games, the whole crew had crazy names
We even had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs
But my faith remains, untouched and unchanged
Still in my block you hear more shots than a gun range
I'm
(Hook X2)
[Verse 3: K'naan]
Aight aight, more to the truth
No writing, just recording in the booth
Forced by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove
I speak truth my deep roots remain in equal danger
The pain on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger
Hey man, I'm from the hardest heartless projects
Dared departed I'm now known as a recording artist
Spilling what little remains of your memories in the process
Bitter a little, but making your names into a colossus
Believe me, I'm thankful my brother's still with me
And ain't much changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney
And Bush is still bombing poor people yo he's deadly
And me I got a little recording gig but evidently I'm
(Hook X2)
(Outro)
Yeah...Yeah...The pain in my song is crazy
The pain in my song is crazy
Strugglin', still strugglin' | Pop | 7 | 6 | 2,005 | 5,149 |
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2,440 | Smile | K’naan | [Intro: (Anonymous Man) and K'naan]
(What's up, world, beautiful people, boys and girls? We 'bout to take you on a journey. My man, why don't you introduce yo'self to the people?)
"Salaam" means peace, peace is good. This is K'naan, the Dusty Foot Philosopher. Yo, join me on my journey: this is music - my music - and interpretations of other musics that I enjoy and love. And um, this is called "My Life is a Movie," this whole record. But this song, the first one, is called "Smile." You know, an integral part of our community...we smile while we bleedin', you know. Check it out
[Verse 1]
Ah-uuuuuuhh, ah-uuuuuuhh, ah-uuuuuuhh
Yeah
My tragedy's different
My life's deep, listen
Gotta bail, I'm limpin
Walked outta hell's kitchen
Why bother cherishin'
My past is everything, wrong, and my arrogance
Walk down the stairs pissin'
Cop us cause they're bitchin'
Life isnt fair, singin'
Blues and my rap drippin'
Ooze out the blood sinkin'
Deep down to earth thinking
Leave out a nerp chicken
I should run forfeiting everything I know, Listen!
I was The misdirected
I was The least expected
Hop on And get rejected
Walk on And feel neglected
I feel Like I'm the message
Unheard But I'm the message
I'm the last prolific remaining author from the gutter
You might also likeShot was my girlfriend
When we was younger
Her, I was scarred yo
Bullets I survived though
Death It's came easy
Truth the games needs me
Never let them see me down, smile while I'm bleeding
[Hook]
(Smile) When you're struggllin' (Smile) When you're in jail
(Smile) When you dead broke (Smile) And the rent's due
(Smile) You ain't got friends now (Smile) And no one knows you
Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'
(Smile) When he leaves you (Smile) Cause girl, he needs you
(Smile) Plenty single mothers cry the tears you do
(Smile) Despite the war (Smile) Despite the pain, yo
Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'
[Verse 2]
To my man curently in prison
I can't speak your name
It hurt me that you never listened
It can't be the same
I had to grow my intuition had me deep in pain
Cause I knew my options were either broke or the prison chains
I can't do it
I can't see it, look
Damnit, I can't blow it
I got a judge tellin me my lifes key
They will throw it
Nuh-uh, no sir
I plan to have a chauffeur
It seems to me this chopping crack is really going no where
Therefore I'm resurrected They call me
The poor Injection
I infect you with the real
The Dustyfeetphilosahectagos
I spit, so sick I skid out
Im fallin'I'm Shit outta luck and I'm trapped but ill get out
Can you help me, I'm going crazy
My mind plays tricks and I beat on floors like Bushwick
My fists bloody and blistered a pair like im balistic
I just stare at the red and smile while im bleedin
[Hook]
(Smile) When you're struggllin' (Smile) When you're in jail
(Smile) When you dead broke (Smile) And the rent's due
(Smile) You ain't got friends now (Smile) And no one knows you
Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'
(Smile) When he leaves you (Smile) Cause girl, he needs you
(Smile) Plenty single mothers cry the tears you do
(Smile) Despite the war (Smile) Despite the pain, yo
Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'
[Verse 3]
There are a few things you gotta take into account
I'm not an entertainer, I've never been a clown
I was born where the mothers give birth while they frown
I'd walk with the kids that would bbbrrraaaa a sound, uh
I never really thought I'd make it to fourteen
And anybody wanted to fight, I was most keen
Plus I had a little temper, it was often foreseen
Yo, say somethin' bout my momma I'd shoot ya gut out clean
But, uh, ya gotta keep in mind that I grew up in Mogadishu
The only law was gun law, and we don't walk with a pistol
You get laughed at for being so insensitive to the environment
Cause how will you be heard when them big boys is firin'?
War is no place for a child
Especially if he's rollin' with an AK and a smile
He had witnessed his own mother bloody in a towel
But please, please, never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'
[Hook X2]
(Smile) When you're struggllin' (Smile) When you're in jail
(Smile) When you dead broke (Smile) And the rent's due
(Smile) You ain't got friends now (Smile) And no one knows you
Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'
(Smile) When he leaves you (Smile) Cause girl, he needs you
(Smile) Plenty single mothers cry the tears you do
(Smile) Despite the war (Smile) Despite the pain, yo
Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'
(Smile) When you're struggllin' (Smile) When you're in jail
(Smile) When you dead broke (Smile) And the rent's due
(Smile) You ain't got friends now (Smile) And no one knows you
Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'
(Smile) When he leaves you (Smile) Cause girl, he needs you
(Smile) Plenty single mothers cry the tears you do
(Smile) Despite the war (Smile) Despite the pain, yo
Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'1 | Pop | null | null | 2,004 | null |
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2,441 | Take A Minute | K’naan | [Intro]
And any man who knows a thing
Knows he knows not a damn, damn thing at all
And every time I felt the hurting
I felt the giving getting me up off the wall
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze
[Verse 1: K'naan]
How did Mandela get the will to surpass the everyday
When injustice had him caged and trapped in every way?
How did Gandhi ever withstand the hunger strikes and all?
Didn't do it to gain power or money if I recall
It's to give, I guess I'll pass it on
Mother thinks it'll lift the stress of Babylon
My mother knows; my mother, she suffered blows
I don't know how we survived such violent episodes
I was so worried, it hurt to see you bleed
But as soon as you came out the hospital, you gave me sweets, yeah
They tried to take you from me but you still only gave 'em some prayers and sympathy
Dear Mama, you helped me write this
By showing me to give is priceless
[Chorus]
And any man who knows a thing
Knows he knows not a damn, damn thing at all
And every time I felt the hurting
I felt the giving getting me up off the wall
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze
You might also like[Verse 2: K'naan]
All I can say is the worst is over now
We can serve the hard times, divorce, it's over now
They try to keep us out but the doors is open now
My nigga Akon is getting awards and covers now
This is K'naan, and still repping the S
Coming out of Mogadishu and still draped in the mess
And no matter how we strong homie
It ain't easy coming out of where we from, homie
And it's the reason why I can never play for me
"Tell 'em the truth" is what my dead homies told me, ooh, yeah
I take inspiration from the most heinous of situations
Creating medication out my own tribulations
Dear Africa, you helped me write this
By showing me to give is priceless
[Chorus]
And any man who knows a thing
Knows he knows not a damn, damn thing at all
And every time I felt the hurting
I felt the giving getting me up off the wall
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze
[Outro]
Nothing is perfect, man, that's what the world is
All I know is
I'm enjoying today, you know
'Cause it ain't every day that you get to give7 | Pop | 24 | 2 | 2,009 | 23,694 |
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2,442 | Fit but You Know It | The Streets | [Intro: Teddy Mitchell]
Excuse me, girl
I know it's a bit embarrassing but I just noticed some tan lines
On your shirt
[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine
Maybe even nine and a half in four beers' time
That blue Topshop top you've got on, it is nice
Bit too much fake tan, though, but yeah, you score high
But there's just one little thing that's really, really
Really, really annoying me about you, you see
Yeah, yeah, like I said, you are really fit
But my gosh, don't you just know it?
[Chorus: Teddy Mitchell]
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?
[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
So when I looked at you standing there with your horde
I was waiting in the queue, looking at the board
Wondering whether to have a burger or chips
Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford
When I noticed out the corner of my eye
Looking toward my direction, your eyes locked on my course
I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order
Which lost me my place in the queue I waited for, yeah
See The Streets LiveGet tickets as low as $86You might also like[Chorus: Teddy Mitchell]
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?
[Bridge: Mike Skinner & Teddy Mitchell]
Whoa! (Leave it out)
Are you smoking crack or something? (Leave it out)
Mike, just leave it, just leave it
We cannot have that behaviour in this establishment (Leave it out)
It's not worth it, Mike, just leave it
Don't touch me
It's not worth it
Don't touch me (Leave it out)
Don't t—look, I'm alright, don't touch me
[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
For a while there I was thinking, "Yeah, but, what if?"
Picturing myself pulling with bare white hot wit
Snaring you as you were standing there opposite
Whether or not you knew it, I swear you didn't tick
And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing
Was clocking onto you too, yeah, I had to admit
That yeah, yeah, you are fit and yeah, I do want it
But I stop sharking a minute to get chips and drinks
[Chorus: Teddy Mitchell]
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?
[Verse 4: Mike Skinner]
Now, I bashed my head hard earlier due to the brew
But I am digressing slightly, so I’ll continue
I didn’t want to bowl over all geezer and rude
Not rude like 'good', but just rude like 'uncouth'
You girls think you can just flirt and it comes to you
Well, let me tell you, see, yes, yes, you are really rude
And rude as in 'good', I knew this as you stood and queued
But I just did not wanna give this satisfaction to you
[Chorus: Teddy Mitchell]
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?
[Verse 5: Mike Skinner]
Oi, and just as you started to make your big advance
With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand
I was like, nah, I can't, even though you look grand
But you look sharp there, smiling hard, suggesting and
Gleaming away with your hearty, hearty-looking tan
But I admit the next bit was spanner to my plan
You walked towards my path but you just brushed right past
And into the arms of that fucking white-shirted man
[Chorus: Teddy Mitchell]
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?
[Verse 6: Mike Skinner & Teddy Mitchell]
Oh, oi, what do I give a fuck? I've got a girlfriend anyway
(Whoa, we've all had a drink, mate...)
We're all a bit drunk, we've had a few, fair play
I got this Stella I bummed from that last cafe
This night's not even begun, yes, yes, oh yay
I did fancy you a bit, though, yeah, I must say
I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display
But this is just another case of female stopping play
In an otherwise total result of a holiday
[Chorus: Teddy Mitchell]
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?
[Outro: Teddy Mitchell & Mike Skinner]
Haha, huh, huh, huh
You're fit but you know it
You're fit but you know it
You're fit but you know it
I think I'm going to fall over
I think I'm going to fall o–
Fucking hell4 | Hip Hop | 26 | 4 | 2,004 | 71,577 |
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2,443 | Birthday Sex | Jeremih | [Verse 1]
It's yo' birthday so I know you want to ri-i-ide out
Even if we only go to my-y-y house
Sip mo' easy as we sit up on my-y-y couch
Feels good but I know you want to cry-y-y out
You say you want passion, I think you found it
Get ready for action, don't be astounded
We switchin' positions, you feel surrounded
Tell me where you want your gift, girl
[Chorus]
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night dreamin' about your lovin'
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh
Birthday sex, birthday sex (It's the best day of the year, girl)
Birthday sex, birthday sex (It feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot)
[Verse 2]
See you sexy and them jeans got me on tent
One, two, three, think I got you pinned
Don't tap out; fight until the end
Ring that bell; we gon' start over again
We grindin' with passion 'cause it's yo' birthday
Been at it for hours, I know you thirsty
You kiss me so sweetly, taste just like Hershey's
Just tell me how you want your gift, girl
See Jeremih LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Chorus]
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night dreamin' about your lovin'
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh
Birthday sex, birthday sex (It's the best day of the year, girl)
Birthday sex, birthday sex (It feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot)
[Verse 3]
First, I'm gonna take a dive into the water
Deep until I know I pleased that body, body, ah-ooh
Or, girl, without a broom, I might just sweep you off your feet
And make you wanna tell somebody, body how I do
Or maybe we can float on top my waterbed
You close your eyes as I improv between yo' legs
We work our way from kitchen stoves and tables
Girl, you know I'm more than able to please, yeah
Say you wanted flowers on the bed
But you got me and hours on the bed
[Chorus]
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night dreamin' 'bout your lovin'
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh
Birthday sex, birthday sex (It's the best day of the year, girl)
Birthday sex, birthday sex (It feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot)67 | RB | 7 | 4 | 2,009 | 401,479 |
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2,444 | Sweet Love | 112 | (Q)
Girl I want your body close
You on top of me
Can you feel it
I'm gonna make your body drip all over me
Baby me inside of you
(Slim)
Soooo take off all your clothes and throw them on the floor
You won't need them
Cause I'm gonna give you every little thing you need and more
Let me tell you what I wanna do
[Hook with Slim adlibs]
I wanna make love sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun bring
Your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me
Girl I wanna make love sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me
(Mike)
Baby I can give it to you any way you like it
You just let me know
I'm giving you the key so you can drive me fast or slow
Cause on this ride of love we're gonna go to places you and I ain't never been before
See 112 LiveGet tickets as low as $55You might also like(Daron)
Baby imagine me kissing all over you your body's trembling
I know your feeling me
Ooh now it's getting serious and I'm tired of being curious
Girl my body is filled with lust
I can't take it no more
I am about to explode
[Hook with Daron adlibs]
(Q)
Girl the chemistry between us I can't explain
I love to hear you call my name
(Slim)
I can see it in your eyes that you want me too
(Mike)
Don't you be afraid of what I'm gonna do to you
Girl the tears you cry are out of happiness
Pleasure instead of loneliness
(Slim)
Eeeeevery single part of me inside of you
Pleasing you teasing you
Making sweet love1 | RBSoul | 20 | 3 | 2,001 | 30,526 |
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2,445 | Bop Gun (One Nation) | Ice Cube | [Intro]
At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun
We unleash you a positive light. The bop gun can do you no harm
It frees yo mind, so yo' behind can follow. (Yeahhh.)
So wide you can't get around it
So low you can't get under it
So high you can't get over it
IIIIIIII, can't get over it
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Well all right!
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Attention all radio station jocks
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Haw haw, got to be groovin' jammin' on yo box
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
The Mothership Connection is upon you again
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Yeah, workin' up a sweat, is it wet yet?
Ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in
[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce
Ice Cube comin' with the half ounce
Not Just Knee Deep, Jeep fulla smog
A, To, mic, Dog
Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine
How much longer will you be mine?
And I'mma tell ya, I don't like drama
So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama
'Cause Bertha Butt did her fuckin' boogie with her crew
But I'd rather fuck you, boo
And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum
Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' shit
One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it
Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son
And hit you with the bop gun
See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[George Clinton]
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Gonna be freakin' up and down
Hang up really late
The groove I only got
We shall all be moved
Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down for the one which we believe in
One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
{Yeah.}
Dance, sucka, dance!
{Yeah, heh heh. And it don't stop. Sheeeit.}
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Aw, feet don't fail me now! Ha ha!
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Do you promise the funk {yep}, the whole funk
Nothin but the funk?
{Hit you with the bop gun, heh
Buss a cap with my bop gun
Gotta hit you with the bop gun
Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun
Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, cause I'm the top gun...}
Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep, come on}
Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down on the one which we believe in
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys
Playin with our toys
M-1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun
Under the sun, under the sun
So rough, so tough when I get down
The disco fiend with the monster sound
I wants to get fucked up when I'm chillin', whoa
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in
You let her funk me cause my funk is the best
Comin from the West
Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips
Hittin them dips, cd skips but I'm straight
As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that
If it's rough, make the girls say
"Do that stuff! Aw, do that stuff!"
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
{Trick! Yeeah!} Jus hit 'em with the bop gun!
One nation under a groove {heh}
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
{Get up with the bop gun...}
One nation under a groove ('bout time we got down, one time)
Gettin' down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh}
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove (now everybody say)
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Feet don't fail me now! Ha ha!
{Get 'em with the bop gun
I'm a' blast with the bop gun ... heh heh
On yo ass with the with the bop gun
I'm talkin' trash with the bop gun ... yeah
And it don't stop
And it won't stop}
Here's my chance to dance my wayyy
Out of my constriction
(Yeahhh, feel the shit now!)
{Oh shit}
... hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
{Oh yeah}
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Feet don't fail me now
(That's right!)
Do you promise the funk
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Ooo, feet don't fail me now
Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd
'Bout time I got down one time
(Can I get down one time)
[Ice Cube]
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo bitch go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got Daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale
Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin' for the theme from the Black Hole
Now I'll big bang you with my black pole
Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun
[Outro]
(Ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in)
One nation under a groove
(Here is my chance to dance my wayyy)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (One Nationnnn)
One nation and we're on the move
(Get it on my good foot, good gawd)
Nothin can stop us now
(Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
(Now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!)
One nation under a groove
(Can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
(Uh huh, uh huh, one nation)
One nation under a groove
(Can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove (Ooh yeah)
Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Ooh yeah)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
(Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us nowwwwww2 | Hip-HopRap | 7 | 12 | 1,993 | 31,713 |
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2,447 | Speakers Going Hammer | Soulja Boy | [Chorus]
I wake up early in the morning 'round the crack of dawn and
Wave to my neighbors like what's up? (Say what's up?)
And I’m all tatted up, dat bang in my trunk
Everybody in ma city show me love
Because I got my speakers going hammer, bammer-bammer-bammer
[Verse 1]
My speakers out of space like ET
Cops watch me all day like TV
SOD hit the club, we be so deep
Mayne I'm deep in the game I grind like a OG
I got 12 diamond chains like a OZ
Follow me like the Wizard of Oz
Girls love my style cause it is so neat
Ask about me in the streets I spit so heat
Ain’t nobody in the game messing with my clique
Style swift hot like it’s July 10th
Fly chick in my whip with nice tits
Her boyfriend paid for it, I didn’t
Ice game, cold as a polar bear
Sun hit my chain, watch it make a solar flare
We gettin' money over here hands in the air
Y'all making it too easy, it’s not fair
[Chorus]
I wake up early in the morning 'round the crack of dawning
Wave to my neighbors like what's up? (Say what's up?)
And I’m all tatted up, dat bang in my trunk
Everybody in ma city show me love
Because I got my speakers going hammer, bammer-bammer-bammer
See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Verse 2]
I remember back in the days, man, I was broke
These days Soulja Tell 'Em run a hundred spokes
No joke, mayne I’m balling out the atmosphere
Say you ball harder then me, man get 'em outta here
I gotta my speakers going ham in my Lamborghini
Two door coupe, girl in bikini
Passenger seat and she five star she so swag
She so Fabolous, they way she throw it in the bag
Its young soulja soulja mayne I swear I’m popping tags
Back then, you could catch me in a Pontiac
These days drop top Phantom with a 100 stacks
Yeah they buy this album but they want they money back
Girls wet like they living in a fish tank
I’m getting money man what the fuck a bitch think
Young Soulja got my speakers going MC Hammer
Like Rick Ross bitch I think I’m MC Hammer
[Chorus]
I wake up early in the morning 'round the crack of dawning
Wave to my neighbors like what's up? (Say what's up?)
And I’m all tatted up, dat bang in my trunk
Everybody in ma city show me love
Because I got my speakers going hammer, bammer-bammer-bammer4 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 10 | 2,010 | 22,065 |
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2,448 | Addiction | Kanye West | [Intro: Etta James]
You make me smile with my heart, oh
[Chorus: Kanye West & Etta James]
Why everything that's supposed to be bad make me feel so good?
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would
Man, I tried to stop, man, I tried the best I could
But you make me smile
[Verse 1: Kanye West & Etta James]
What's your addiction? Is it money? Is it girls? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted by not one, not two, but all three
She's got the same thing, about me, but more, about us
She's coming over, so I guess, that means, I'm her drugs
(You make me smile)
Just let me peek now, I mean, damn, I'm so curious
She's got a lover, so the lies, and the lust, is a rush
Time's of the essence, I need you to be spontaneous
Roll up the doja, Henny and Co-Co-Coca-Cola
(You make me smile with my heart, ohh)
Then I'm co-coming over 'cause it's ne-never over
[Chorus: Kanye West & Etta James]
Why everything that's supposed to be bad make me feel so good?
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would
Man, I tried to stop, man, I tried the best I could
But you make me smile
You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West & Etta James]
I see the emotion in your eyes, that you try not to show
We get the closest when you high, or you drunk, or you blown
So I pour the potion, so we could both get high, as we could go
Then I'll get the lotion, and do somethin' to me, when your thighs is exposed (You make me smile)
There's no turning back now, I mean I don't mean to impose
Not now but right now, I need you to undress, and then pose
I'm into that now, catch a vibe, when the doors, get closed
Roll up the doja, Henny and Co-Co-Coca Cola
(You make me smile with my heart)
And I keep co-coming over 'cause it's ne-never over
[Chorus: Kanye West, Strings & Etta James]
Why everything that's supposed to be bad make me feel so good?
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would
Man, I tried to stop, man, I tried the best I could
But you make me smile
Why everything that's supposed to be bad make me feel so good?
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would
Man, I tried to stop, man, I tried the best I could
But you make me smile
[Outro: Kanye West & Etta James]
I just wanted to ask you
Just wanted to um, let me, how would I put this, uhh
Let's say, all your friends, remember the one
You said, if you ever, she would be the one
Okay, okay, okay (You make me smile with my heart)
Well, I was thinking, hypothetically
I mean, don't take this seriously
Don't take me, I mean, just, uhh, not credibly
I'm feeling incredibly, I mean, let's let it be
I just let it be
I mean you, her and me (You make me smile with my heart)
I mean you, her and me
Maybe, baby, baby
You know I was just kidding
Unless you gon' do it (You make me smile)51 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 8 | 2,005 | 296,574 |
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2,450 | Pray | JAY-Z | [Intro: Beyoncé]
Deliver me from my enemies, oh God
Defend me from all that rise up against me
Deliver me from the work of iniquity
And save me from the Bloody Men
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Look, mind state of a gangster from the 40s
Meets the business mind of Motown's Berry Gordy
Turned crack rock into a chain of 40/40's
Sorry, my jewelry's so gaudy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauris
America, meet the gangster Shawn Corey
"Hey, Young World," wanna hear a story?
Close your eyes and you can pretend you're me
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedys
Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese
This is the genesis of a nemesis
Mother America's not witnessed since
The Harlem Renaissance birthed Black businesses
This is the tale of lost innocence
As the incense burn
And the turntables turn and that Al Green plays
I see my mother's afro
As Mama taps her toes, as she rolls her J's
And my papa just left the house
In search of the killer of my Uncle Ray
And she's trying to calm her nerves
As I observe, this is just one day
And what tomorrow has in store, we can never be sure
So all we can do is pray
You might also like[Break: Beyoncé]
Because of your strength
While I walked upon thee
For God is my defense
Pray for me!
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
As I head to my homeroom
I observe the ruins, dope needles on the ground
I hear a car go, "Vroom"
Drug dealer in the BM with the top down
As the girls start to giggle
I ask, "Why you laugh?" They say, "You're too little"
"One day, you'll understand when you become a man
About things you have to get you"
Fast-forward, freeze-frame on my pistol
Fistful of dollars, ignorance is so blissful
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me
Around here, it's the shit that you just do
I just left school
The same BM is pulled over by the boys dressed blue
They had their guns drawn, screaming, "Just move!" ("Don't move!")
"Or is there something else you suggest we can do?"
He made his way to the trunk, opened it like, "Huh?"
A treasure chest was removed
Cops said he'll be back next month
What we call corrupt, he calls paying dues
Now, when the rules is blurred—
As they is and were—what am I to do?
But pray? Pray the Lord forgive me
Pray He guides me by for what I'm 'bout to go through
Pray
[Break: Beyoncé]
Deliver me in thy righteousness
And cause me to escape
And climb thine air unto me
Save me thine Lord
Pray for me!
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Geah... Anywhere there's oppression
The drug profession flourishes like beverages, refreshing
Ahh! Sweet taste of sin
Everything I seen made me everything I am
Bad drug dealer or victim, I beg
What came first? Moving chickens or the egg?
This is why I be so fresh
I'm tryna beat life 'cause I can't cheat death
Treat shame with shamelessness
Aim stainlesses at anuses
You know the game this is?
Move coke like Pepsi, don't matter what the brand name is
I stand behind mine
Everything I do, I'm a man behind mine
I'm not an angel, I'm sure
But every night before I lay, I drop my knees to the floor
And I pray
[Outro: Beyoncé]
The name shall endure forever
The name shall be continued as long as the sun
Pray for me!
Men shall be blessed in Him
All nations shall call Him blessed
In Your name, I pray
Pray for me!
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2,452 | We Major | Kanye West | [Produced by Jon Brion, Kanye West & Warryn Campbell]
[Chorus: Really Doe]
You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up
And watch how we roll up, and
I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts
I take a sip of that 'gnac, I wanna fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end
Puff-puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, nigga, that's a chaser
Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior
Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper
High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper
Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major
[Post-Chorus: Kanye West]
We major? C'mon, homie, we major
We major? C'mon, homie, we major
We major! C'mon, homie, we major
We major! C'mon
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Feeling better than some head on a Sunday afternoon
Better than a chick that say "Yes" too soon
Until you have a daughter; that's what I call karma
And you pray to God she don't grow breasts too soon
Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up
Niggas hats broke off, that's how we grow up
Why else you think shorties write rhymes? Just to blow up?
Get they first car and then, IRS show up
He ain't never had shit, but he had that nine
Nigga come through flicking and he had that shine
Put two and two together and a little bad weather
Gon' be your whole family on that funeral line
Asked the reverend, "Was the strip clubs cool?
If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school?"
That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey
I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me
You might also like[Chorus: Really Doe]
You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up
And watch how we roll up, and
I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts
I take a sip of that 'gnac, I wanna fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end
Puff puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, nigga, that's a chaser
Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior
Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper
High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper
Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major
[Post-Chorus: Nas]
We major? C'mon, homie, we major
We major? C'mon, homie, we major
We major! C'mon, homie, we major
We major! C'mon, homie, we major
[Verse 2: Nas]
I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write
First line—should it be about the hoes or the ice?
Four-fours or Black Christ? Both flows'd be nice
Rap about big paper or the black man plight
At the studio console, asked my man to the right
"What this verse sound like? Should I freestyle or write?
He said, "Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, still"
Looked at the pad and pencil, and jotted what I feel
Been like twelve years since a nigga first signed
Now, I'm a free agent, and I'm thinking it's time
To build my very own Motown
'Cause rappers be deprived of executive nine-to-fives
And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life
And I love to give my blood, sweat and tears to the mic
So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt
I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony when King got killed
I survived the livest niggas around
Lasted longer than more than half of you clowns
Look, I used to cook before I had the game took
Either way, my change came like Sam Cooke
[Refrain: Tony Williams & Nas]
Ba-dop-ba-ba (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Feeling better than I ever felt before today
Like better late than never; it's orientation
Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away
Oh, oh, oh, ooh!
[Chorus: Really Doe & Tony Williams]
You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up
And watch how we roll up, and (Ba-dop-ba-ba)
I can't control it, I can't hold it, it's so nuts
I take a sip of that 'gnac, I wanna fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end
Puff-puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, nigga, that's a chaser (Oh, oh, oh, ooh!)
Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior (Ba-dop-ba-ba)
Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper
High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper
Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major
[Post-Chorus: Kanye West & Nas]
We major? (C'mon, homie, we major)
We major? (C'mon, homie, we major)
We major! (C'mon, homie, we major)
We major!
[Refrain: Tony Williams]
Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-ba-ba
Feeling better than I ever felt before today
But better late than never; it's orientation
Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away!
[Interlude: Kanye West & Tony Williams]
Can I talk my shit again?
Can I talk my shit again?
I can't believe I'm back up in this motherfucker
I'ma be late, though
I gotta figure out what I'm finna wear
Yeah
The Roc is definitely in the building
G.O.O.D. Music's definitely in the building, ugh
I gotta say "What's up" to Tony Williams
On the vocals!
Sings—He sings quite beautifully, don't you agree?
Don't you agree?
Ugh
And Jon Brion on the keys right now
And Warryn Campbell on the keys right now
So they asked me:
"Why you call it Late Registration, 'Ye?"
'Cause we takin' these motherfuckers back to school
La, la, la, la-la-la-la la
If you know this part right here, feel free to sing along
La la la la la, la-la-la
[Refrain: Tony Williams & Kanye West]
Ba-dop-bop-ba (Oh)
Feeling better than I ever felt before today (If you feeling good)
But better late than never; it's orientation (It's orientation)
But we can make it better, throwing all your cares away
[Outro]
We want you to get used to this
Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-bop-ba
Ugh, they can't do what we do, baby
Uh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do baby
Uh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do, baby
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh, ooh!50 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 8 | 2,005 | 403,295 |
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2,453 | Damn It Feels Good To Be a Taylor | Wiz Khalifa | Yeeh
It's young Khalifa man
I know I say that before every song
But that's really, actually who the fuck I am so
Uh uh
Damn it feels good to be a Taylor
To rock camo shorts, chuck-t's and smoke papers
Weed comin' in all flavors
Fall up in the spot as long as the champagnes there
Couple pretty hoes I don't know their name here
Smell the weed, see two fingers know my gang near
Yeh you ballin' but they ain't cheer
I guess they tired of rootin' for the same players
Real niggas run up on me at my shows, hoes show me love, promoters give me plane fare
I'm somewhere at the top I'm planning on stayin' there
Mouth full of kush ridin' in my favorite pair
And this is for anyone who seen a nigga vision from the begining realize that you made it clear
Laugh now fly later, damn it feels good to be a taylor
And that's what it is man, taylor gang or die
Damn it feels good to be a taylor
So ya'll just catchin' on it's all good
You know I fucks with all my taylors
Taylor gang world wide
You know I had to do something strictly for the fans
I'm workin' on my album right now
I made kush and orange juice go through the roof
I'm smokin' some sour kush
See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also likeI'm smokin' one got another one rolled
(it's really good sour)
Seein' tickets to every show so
They won't sleep till we let them know
(so roll up, you know)
Now they repin' taylor gang everywhere we go
(do what we do)
I'm smokin' one got another one rolled
(keep it Taylor man)
Seein' tickets to every show so
(2010)
They won't sleep till we let them know
(this years almost over so next year)
Now they repin' taylor gang everywhere we go
We just gonna' be doin' the same shit but like on a higher level
And that was a weed joke
(na-hahahahaha)
Let's go
Jerm I see you
Yah you thought I was goin' in the song without sayin' whats up to Jerm
That nigga Taylor Gang
Whaddup Bill
Yeh
All my twitter follows man
Straight up
Everyone hit me up on youtube
All my fans that download my mixtape at datpiff.com
Yeh
All the blogs that fuck withchu man7 | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,011 | 22,183 |
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2,461 | GhettoMusick | OutKast | [Intro: André 3000]
Woo!
Turn me up, don't turn me down
Cut me up, don't let me down
Find, find a way
[Chorus: André 3000]
Find a way to get out, a-without a hit out
You dig in, you dig out, you get out
GhettoMusick
GhettoMusick (Woo)
Find a way to get in, to fit in, to get on
To get out, without a doubt
GhettoMusick
GhettoMusick
[Interlude: André 3000]
Climbing out this hole (Climbing out this hole)
With a frown on my face
(In the place to be) In the place to be and not to be at the same time
[Pre-Chorus: André 3000]
G-H-E-T-T-O M-U-S-I-C-K, stay down
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, just know that we won't play 'round
If it don't stank like they stank, then they can't swallow that down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish Grandma could see us—
You might also like[Chorus: André 3000]
Find a way to get out, a-without a hit out
You dig in, you dig out, you get out
GhettoMusick
GhettoMusick
Find a way to get in, to fit in
You get on, you get out, without a doubt
GhettoMusick
GhettoMusick
[Post-Chorus: Big Boi & Patti LaBelle]
I just want you to know how I feel (How I feel)
Feeling good, feeling great
How I feel, oh, I
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you, you?
I just want you to know how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
How I feel
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
[Verse: Big Boi]
Hot tub, bad to the bony, I'm Tony
Ask my Grandmama Edna Mae Kearse—she showed me
How to be the smooth operator, dominator
In the state of Georgia, hip-hop standard destroyer
Leave a motherfucker open like a foyer
"He from the Dirty"— now here come the paranoia
A lawyer couldn't object or disrespect the technique
Sweat me, wipe off the sweat
Fight off the shit, and flush the waste down
The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground
Find my purpose on the surface of this Earth
This planet's standards trust and the purpose
Campaign in vain for the same lame fame you've obtained
You ought to be detained
By the Hip-Hop Sheriff, locked up, no possibility
Of getting out because the shit you make is killing me
And my ears, and my peers
I hear the end is near, no fear, we disappear
Then reappear again in a fresh, new light
I hope it's peaceful and cloudy, 'cause if it's not, we gotta fight, like
[Pre-Chorus: André 3000]
G-H-E-T-T-O M-U-S-I-C-K, stay down
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, just know that we won't wait 'round
If it don't stank like they stank, then they can't swallow that down
Your battleship is sunk, I wish Grandma could see us—
[Chorus: André 3000]
Find a way to get out, a-without a hit out
You dig in, you dig out, you get out
GhettoMusick
GhettoMusick (Woo)
Find a way to get in, to fit in, to get on
To get out, without a doubt
GhettoMusick
GhettoMusick
[Post-Chorus: Big Boi & Patti LaBelle]
I just want you to know how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
How I feel
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you, you?
I just want you to know how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
How I feel
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?10 | Hip-HopRap | 23 | 9 | 2,003 | 74,718 |
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2,462 | The Bounce | JAY-Z | [Intro: Jay-Z]
Uh, just point out the bounce, uh-huh
Show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, geah
Timbo the king, yeah
Young Hov the king, yeah
Just point out the bounce, yes
Just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Rumor has it The Blueprint classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever
Of a revolutionary Jay Guevara
Now it's a whole museum of Hov MC'ers
Everybody dupin' the flow—you see 'em
Everybody loopin' up soul
It's like they tryna make The Blueprint 2 before Hov
Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kanyeezy
See how we adjust to the game so easy
Chicks belly dancin, glancin every chance they get
Like, "Oh shit, he's so handsome"
Still in demand in the longest run standing
Kidnapped rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back, no rap
Young Hov's going to Canton, I'ma land ya
You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z]
(Point out the bounce) I'll show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts 'til it's hard to count
(Point out the bounce) I turn a eighth to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R-O-C
(Point out the bounce) Timbo the king, nigga (Uh-huh, woo)
Uh-huh, ay, uh
(Point out the bounce) Geah, young Hov the king, nigga
Uh, I got y'all
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
For those that think Hov fingers bling-blingin'
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is
And single that out to be the meaning of what he's about
And being I'm about my business, not mingling much
Running my mouth, that shit kept lingering
But no, dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinkling
The album with to keep the registers ringing
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Geah, you jingling, baby
See, I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin them O's like a real OG should
"Oh, he's good"
"No, he would never sell out, he's so hood"
[Chorus: Jay-Z & Kanye West]
(Point out the bounce) I'll show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts 'til it's hard to count
(Point out the bounce) I turn a eighth to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R-O-C
(Point out the bounce) Timbo the king, nigga (Uh-huh, woo)
Uh-huh, ay, uh
(Point out the bounce) Geah, young Hov the king, nigga
Uh, uh (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Magazines call me a (Rockstar) girls call me (Cock star)
Billboard (Popstar) neighborhood (Block star)
Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps (We mobsters)
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feel (Uh-huh)
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O-C, OG, Bobby Johnson son
Ask me, "Ray-Ray, is that yo' car?"
"I seen MTV, I know who you are"
"You did Takeover, do you got beef with Nas?"
I did take over the game, brought back the soul
Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Platinum to go, yeah, that's the flow
All I know, I gots to blow
And I don't play pause, I'm from Chicago
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
I'll show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts 'til it's hard to count
(Point out the bounce) I turn a eighth to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R-O-C
(Point out the bounce) Timbo the king, nigga, uh
(Point out the bounce) Geah, young Hov the king, nigga
[Outro: Jay-Z]
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce10 | Hip-HopRap | 12 | 11 | 2,002 | 149,037 |
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2,463 | If All Else Fails | Joe Budden | [Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Mic check, one two, one two
This what the fuck I'm talkin about right here though
You ready Parks?
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Check it (woo!), if all else fails, I get back to what I know
Ratchet for my foes (uh), watchin for informants, take a stab at it with snow
Long john jacket for the cold, some habits are hard to outgrow
I work so hard, you think the studio's my lodge inn
If all else fails (what?)
I don't have a doubt that I'd be back in that studio apartment
Gettin it in, closet size living room and the kitchen's my den
Playin lotto, hopin numbers'll save the day
Back to price checking, back to layaways
Since I ain't never hit nothin like a bad fadeaway
Back to the corner, takin a bag of haze to face
Basic flow, when I tried to get my cake to grow (what?)
I hit the pawn shop and turn into Trader Joe
Sheisty kid, yack ya jewels while they glistenin
Snatch the hearing aid from a senior, while they listenin
If all else fail, don't know where I'd be
Scratch that, probably at home, nowhere to be
Or probably fuckin a broad that, I treat like a floor mat
Ugly enough to cover her face when a gauze pad (uh)
And that's a step down from my New York rat
That ride it like a horse back (uh), with the horse back
But it won't fail, so if you try to rob the kid
Banana clips by the bed'll put a stop to it
Nevermind that, first you gotta beat the guard
I can change the channel on my TV and see the yard
If it all failed, I'm ready for the scam
Forgin fake checks screamin �Catch Me If You Can�
If all else fails, I'd be out pullin Jerz capers
Knowin me, I'd be best friends with my worst haters
Uh, I'd be dustin off the AR or be behind state bars, for jackin a bait car
If all failed, I'd be right back in them block cyphers
Just to show these local niggas I'm a lot nicer
Cause the less you succeed, the more you loved for it
While the more you achieve, the more you snubbed for it
If all else failed and my pockets were empty
Everything I despised, I'd probably envy
Ignorant shit rappers floss that offends me
Cause I wouldn't be able to attain it, it would tempt me
Frontin in my man's Maserati
I might bag somethin with a modest body, from a college party
Next morning hungover so she can't remember
I would deck my whole crib out from Rent-A-Center
If all else failed and I ain't get a break yet
I'd get unemployment while collectin a paycheck
Would it mean I wasn't built for the bright lights?
Say goodbye to front row seats at fight night
If it all failed, I'd have a pretty common future
From a Chart House nigga to a Ramen noodler
Would my girl say you no longer attract me
Pack up all her shit and head South with an athlete?
My name would hold no weight, so I'd lose the perks
OD on OxyContin, abuse the percs
I'd be a felon gettin my scriptures tatted on (uh)
First 48 star gettin ratted on
If all else fails, I wouldn't take precaution
New hooptie every month would be my way of flossin
And the crib would be an all night party
With six baby moms, then I'd Jet 'em like Cromartie
Uh, fantasizin the girls I could of dated
Hood referrin to 'em as the one that could of made it
Uh, I'd be the only one who cares
Or am I just recitin my fears as they appear?
Shouldn't of even put the idea in the air
Cause it's not possible, let's make that clear baby (ta)You might also like | Alternative | null | null | null | null |
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2,464 | All Of Me | Joe Budden | [Chorus: Emanny]
I give you my all, but it seems like that's not enough
Now you can get all of me
A lot of things have changed from what I see
Is this the way its supossed to be
[Verse: Joe Budden]
Are you in that mood yet, one mo' 'gain
ARE YOU IN THAT MOOD YET
Look, they say tomorrow's not promised, but if it was I wouldn't get open
Wouldn't get souped, them shit's was made to be broken
'Member comin' up dudes talkin' 'bout hoes, boastin'
I was just a Juvenile movin in slow motion
I dropped outta school to be a dude with mad jewelry
Once I got it shit wasn't even cool to me
I dreamt of condos and video vixens
Until I learned most girls in videos is pigeons
I just wanted the world to see that I was for real with it
Wanted a deal, I got it and couldn't deal with it
I want me and my old homeboys to still kick it
I wish they saw me as Mouse and not a meal ticket
Let the beat play, I wish I could see a day wit no he say, she say, just wanna see Trey
Wanna play the hood and not fuck with the toasters
Middle child, wish me and my brother was closer
I wanna scream at her, catch myself before I start to
And then remember it takes two people to argue
All she do is provoke me, all I do is diss her
All I did was shake her, she say that I hit her
She just takin' everythin' I say out of context
I'm tryin' not to black, I'm like a nigga with a complex
Was mad as a fuck, didn't even show it
Yesterday was better off, didn't even know it
Complete role reversal so it's useless these days
TV got real, music went fake, please help her for God's sake
When I proposed to the game I figured life was merry
Five years later I'm feelin' like Tyler Perry
Maybe I'm exhausted, maybe I just lost it
Maybe I should pick up a pen and try n' force it
Same old story, guts and no glory
They tryna low ball me, do him like Joe Torre
I reintroduced myself to the world: I'm Jerz
I'm an artist, I paint pictures, I don't rhyme words
More than a rapper, I pay attention to detail
But how I do in retail tells me if I prevail
Leonardo ain't seen these trials and tribulations
Foul situations with some mild stipulations
I feel like being an addict is a curse
It's somethin' 'bout dude that makes bad shit worse
There's three types of niggas in this world, you know?
So you either gon' make shit happen (or)
Watch shit happen or (or,) not know what happened
So I couldn't just sit there like, fuck rappin'
It's dudes with problems I couldn't imagine havin'
If I had to have 'em I couldn't fathom me lastin', like
I used to bump into Tammy in the club
Few of them, she even helped a nigga get in
See a person long enough you know you bound to get fly wit 'em
Care for 'em, be more than "hi" and "bye" with 'em
Its been a while, I can't front like I ain't phased
She was my reality check, 'cause we the same age
I mean she put on a show that you can't stage
She made the shit sound effortless
I was damn near in tears checkin' my messages
I got goosebumps all over my skin
She said, "Mouse, I highly doubt that I'll ever see you again"
Hope everything is well, kid
You see I'm just findin' out I have a brain tumor, but I never felt it
The doctor's giving me three weeks to live
Not three weeks 'til I die, that's three weeks to give
I just wanna tell you that I love you and I care
I wish you all the best throughout the rest of your career"
And then she broke into tears
I pressed seven, took the phone from my ears
Sometimes the simplest of things people need it
But I ain't call back in fear of being speechless
What was I to put her at ease with
I picked a real bad time to be strategic
I think my life's bad, picking up the pieces
Some folk already got they appointment to see Jesus
In this world full of diseases
I've learned not to bite my tongue or have seizures
Depression tells me I suck
So I reply, I ain't here 'cause I fell down, I'm here 'cause I got up
And then I'm goin' back and forth with Ransom
Shit came outta nowhere, was real random
According to him, I'm responsible for Jerz too
I never helped niggas, how the fuck you think they heard you
Motherfucka's got a lot of nerve, dude
I was the nigga believed in you spittin'
Had to con the industry just so they would listen
But go 'head, you just gon' rep yourself
How was you protecting me, you can't protect yourself
Keep the lies to a minimal, just read your interview
I can't help but ask what's gotten into dude
Media trainin' but he don't know how that go
It'd help you come across not soundin' like an asshole
In my past though been to jail, I ain't enjoy it
So why would I stand behind the mic and exploit it
I ain't ig'nant, just because I exercise spiritually
They try to ignore how I exercise lyrically
I thought I had a great job
Back when niggas loved the culture, wasn't in it for the money like a A-Rod
Even when I'm spitting 'bout current events
Its a sublime sayin', who's more current than him?
So I'm wonderin', if a higher power tryna under-man
When you shoot for the stars, sometimes your gun'll jam
I ain't been to Summer Jam
I learned from Lupe: when you dumb it down its just harder to understand
2008, foes is still near me
So you can think I'm tight as FUCK, I'm still weary
The Geto Boys say its all in the mind
Certain wounds only heal over time
No shame in my game, no pain, no gain
And since I ain't see a prophet I figured God would stop it
Waitin' on a alley, niggas just won't lob it
Still a risk taker let me put it in words
Can't steal second base and keep your foot on first
Been about ten years since I was high off the angel
Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes that prize keep gettin' dangled
But can't grab at it, my pride is being strangled
Workin' shorty's nerves like a personal trainer
But its me, its personal, it ain't her
Friends keep tellin me leave her, I won't
Cause she sees somethin' in me that I don't
And I see somethin' in her that ya'll won't
If you never been in love don't tell me I'm wrong
See I preach gratitude, she keeps an attitude
Argue long enough and that shit becomes laughable
My norm now since for her it's so natural
Wish I could tell her that all them niggas after you
So not compatible, that we compatible
Its nothin' else in this world that we would rather do
Anybody out there relate to my pain
Turn the music up let me know that I'm sane
We broke up, bitches was starin' at my chain
Dude was fuckin' you but starin' at my name
But we ain't gotta entertain all that
Back like we never left, we overcame all that
Fuck who made better tacos or who's ass fatter
Let's live for now, right now, none of that matters
Keep bringin' it up its goin' backlash us
Why am I meeting so many back-stabbers?
Why when I'm about to crash I go faster? Past is a disaster
When your house is see through, learn to close your eyes
In case the Glass shatters
Just sayin', it's always a million more pages when my stupid ass keep
Thinkin' I'm on the last chapter
No tit for tat, I ain't equipped for that
Back in New York, chit chat with a Midget Mack
As I get older...I keep gettin' sick of rap
Wanna call it quits, but a nigga can't picture that...You might also like6 | Alternative | 15 | 12 | 2,007 | 82,219 |
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2,467 | Gettin’ Jiggy wit It | Will Smith | [Intro]
(Bring it)
Wooooo
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Haha, haha
What, what, what, what
Uh
[Verse 1]
On your mark ready set let's go, dance floor pro
I know you know I go psycho (Woo)
When my new joint hit, just can't sit
Gotta get jiggy wit it, ooh, that's it
Now honey honey come ride, DKNY
All up in my eye, you got a Prada
Bag with a lot-a, stuff in it (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
Give it to your friend let's spin, everybody lookin' at me
Glancin' the kid, wishing they was dancin' a jig
Here with this handsome kid, ciga-cigar
Right from Cuba-Cuba, I just bite it
It's for the look, I don't light it
Illway the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay (Haha)
Give it up jiggy make it feel like foreplay (Woo)
Yo my cardio is infinite, ha-ha
Big Willie style's all in it
Gettin' jiggy wit it
You might also like[Chorus]
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin' jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin' jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin' jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
[Verse 2]
What? You want to ball with the kid?
Watch your step (Woo), you might fall trying to do what I did
Mama (Ugh) mama (Ugh) mama come closer
In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, uh
No love for the haters, the haters
Mad 'cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty-yard line with the Raiders
Met Ali—he told me I'm the greatest
I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd-pleaser
DJ play another from the prince of this
Your highness, only mad chicks ride in my whips
South to the West to the East to the North
Bought my hits and watch them go off, a-go off
Ah, yes-yes y'all (Woo), ya don't stop
In the winter or the (Summertime), I makes it hot
Gettin' jiggy wit 'em
[Chorus]
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin' jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin' jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin' jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
[Verse 3]
Eight-fifty I.S. if you need a lift
Who's the kid in the drop? Who else Will Smith
Living that life some consider a myth
Rock from South Street to one-two-fifth
Women used to tease me, give it to me now nice and easy
Since I moved up like George and Weezie
C.R.E.A.M. to the maximum I be asking 'em
Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum?
Never see Will attacking 'em
Rather play ball with Shaq and 'em, flatten 'em
Psych, kidding
Thought I took a spill, but I didn't
Trust the lady of my life she hitting
Hit her with a drop top with the ribbon
Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly
You trying to flex on me?
Don't be silly
Gettin' jiggy wit it
[Outro]
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin' jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin' jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin' jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Uh uh
(Na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na)17 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 1 | 1,998 | 180,357 |
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2,468 | Tell Me When to Go | E-40 | [Chorus]
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[Verse 1: E-40]
Ooh. Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake em
I ain't got none, but I'm planning on growing some
Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb
Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones
Ooh, tell me when to go (dumb)
Talking on my Ghettro on the way to the store
My second or third trip
Some Henny, some Swishers and some Listerine strips
Dr. Greenthumb lips, just to ease my thoughts
Not just the cops, but the homies you got to watch
The moon is full, look at the dark clouds
Sitting in my scraper, watching Oakland Gone Wild, ta-dow
I don't bump mainstream, I knock underground
All that other shit, sugarcoated and watered down
I'm from the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb
From the soil where them rappers be getting their lingo from
You might also like[Chorus]
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak]
I'm off that 18 dummy juice
Nigga, Raggaman, labeled the Black Zeus
King of the super duper hyphy (hyphy, hyphy, hyphy, hyphy)
Pipey in your wifey, you don't like me
(Like me, like me, like me, like me)
From the Bay to the A
Put me in a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace
(Let's go, it's dope) It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid past on the gas with the bitches at me
It's good, it's good like the granddaddy
Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty
Or zig-zagged, pass me a big old fatty
I drink white, with a snow bunny
Talking big shit in the scraper, going hella dummy
1800, Jose Cuervo
Yadadamean? Yadada I'm saying though?
[Chorus]
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[Outro: E-40]
Now let me direct traffic for a minute
(talk to 'em)
Now, let me tell you about this hyphy movement we got going in the Bay
When I say something you say it right back to me, you smell me?
We're gonna do it like this right here
Ghostride the whip, ghostride the whip
Ghostride the whip, ghostride the whip
Now scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape
Now scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape
Put your stunna shades on
Put your stunna shades on
Put your stunna shades on
Put your stunna shades on
Now gas, brake, dip, dip
Gas, brake, dip, dip
Shake them dreads, shake them dreads
Shake them dreads, shake them dreads
Let me see you show your grill, let me see you show your grill
Let me see you show your grill, let me see you show your grill
Now thizz face, thizz face
Thizz face, thizz face
Doors open, mayne
Doors open, mayne
Doors open, mayne
Doors open, mayne
Now watch em swang, watch em swang
Now watch em swang, watch em swang
Go stupid, go dumb, dumb
Go stupid, go dumb, dumb
[Chorus]
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb11 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 2 | 2,006 | 138,970 |
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2,469 | Bleezies N Heem | Mac Dre | [Intro: (Mac Dre) imitating a Middle Eastern convenience store clerk]
Hello my friend, How you do my friend? What would you like?
Yes, what would you like?
(I want uh... pack of Backwoods...pack of Backwoods
Give me a fifth of that privilege Hennessy and uh... thats it)
Thank you very very much
[Verse 1]
What you know about me? I'm Mac Dreezy
Call Hennessy heem and a blunt a bleezy
I keep a fat sack wrapped in a Backwood leaf
Smoke trees that make me look Japanese
Green seedless, mean when I'm weedless
Never in denial, I'm a fiend and I need this
Any day is a bad day for Mac Dre
When he ain't got it, they ask why he act that way
I smoke champ, kush and Naid
"Man, what's Naid?" Bomb that's sprayed
I can't fade a beezy who don't keep a bleezy
Rolled for a neezy
I ask her, 'What the feezy?'
I gotta have weed to go get weed
You don't like it, kiss my ass 'til your lips bleed
This one's for the club so I'm kinda like keeping it clean
Sing it with me y'all...
You might also like[Hook (x2)]
(Bleezies n heem)
I gots to have my dope
Everywhere I go (Bleezies n heem)
When they ask me, what's my drink?
I say heem, man, what you think?
[Verse 2]
I L-O-V-E H double-E M
I drink like ten of them things that swim
"He's heeming again" is what they say when I come around
I'll get dumb drunk and fuck up your compound
Your building, your establishment
Mobbin', saying "Cuddie, I'm hella bent"
Oh what a feeling when you're looking at the ceiling
And it's spinning and the earl starts spilling
I drink heem when I perk, don't like Erk and Jerk
It don't work, when a nigga chillin'
Might spill it on my Abercrombie Fitch
Know I got the man at the liquor store rich
Well baby would you please run and get...
Me another Hennessy fifth?
Bleezies n heem
[Hook]
(Bleezies n heem)
I gots to have my dope
Everywhere I go (Bleezies n heem)
When they ask me, what's my drink?
I say heem, man, what you think?
(Bleezies n heem)
I gots to have my dope
Everywhere I go (Bleezies n heem)
When they ask me, what I drink
I say heem, man, what you think?
(Bleezies n heem)
[Verse 3]
Fire up, lets get drunk
Get your cup, fill it up, don't be no punk
A party ain't a party if every damn body
Ain't lifted and a little bit tipsy
But don't drink and drive, I remember one time
My cuddie Joogy, wrapped his fifty, rap this with me
And if you don't understand
You a inbred, your daddy and your uncle was the same man
I gotta have dope everywhere I go
When they ask me what I drink I say, "Heem, what you think?"
I gets heem in me, only substitute is Rémy
In Sac with Jimmy, or in Portland with Kenny
I'm danked out, dranked out, can't talk, can't count
If I want some more I'm making baby pull her bank out
You cool on the bomb? What do you mean?
Sing it to him y'all...
[Hook]
(Bleezies n heem)
I gots to have my dope
Everywhere I go (Bleezies n heem)
When they ask me, what's my drink?
I say heem, man, what you think?
(Bleezies n heem)
I gots to have my dope
Everywhere I go (Bleezies n heem)
When they ask me, what I drink
I say heem, man, what you think?
(Bleezies n heem)5 | Hip-HopRap | 20 | 11 | 2,001 | 10,475 |
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2,470 | Since ’84 | Mac Dre | [Mac Dre Talking]
C'mon
Let's do it
What it is
Thizz is what it is
Another knocker
Kick this game around like soccer
[Verse 1]
Pull up a chair let me make you a plate
Of this game that's seasoned like a tasty steak
Since '88 I've been serving them well
I was serving yayo when L was Rocking Bells
Clocking mail, get, get, getting it
Copping it, flipping it, flip, flip, flipping it
Now I'm spitting it bar for bar
European whipping it car for car
No dough, hoe? You know I say no
I need you like Jaws need a rain coat
I fandangoes, stay high as the Star Spangled
Choke the blood out you, bitch, get strangled
Get mangled fucking with this pimpin'
Hot as Lipton, Dre Jay Simpson
You better pay attention, it's all gamed up
Peep the bio, the file, see how I came up
You might also like[Hook]
Since '84 I been out there gettin' my dough
In the Sco the O and Valley Jo
Getting rich in the Rich and San Jo
Grinding and rhyming and pimpin' hoes
Rolling on vogues and 2-4s
Dre Tripper gotta stay with two hoes
Stay with zippas, boy, I keep a few O's
Get bossed and say 'thar she blows!'
[Verse 2]
When I sweat her I say 'read my lips'
Bring me cheddar, bitch, bring me chips
Fingertips, ass, hips and lips
Follow my lead, don't ask questions bitch
I want fresh fits from Abercrombie & Fitch
When it's going down, the Mac comes and shits
The Mac comes to spit
Let me do it to your ear baby
I'm trying to flip, see I do it every year baby
Real off the laddish, getting my cottage
Cheese, geez, please, beez, freeze
Stop it, you're heading down the wrong path
Fuck making love, bitch, I want a tongue bath
Dumb cash, can you do it like me?
Cash a fat check at the bank with no I.D
Can you blow by me when I'm doing 100?
Smacking, slapping in my 500
[Hook]
Since '84 I been out there gettin' my dough
In the Sco the O and Valley Jo
Getting rich in the Rich and San Jo
Grinding and rhyming and pimpin' hoes
Rolling on vogues and 2-4s
Dre Tripper gotta stay with two hoes
Stay with zippas, boy, I keep a few O's
Get bossed and say 'thar she blows!'
[Verse 3]
I got cutthroat friends and lots of women
I ride in a Benz but I'll squat a lemon
I want a stuffed turkey with all the trimmings
To pay and play extra innings
I'm winning, fat lady start singing
I'm finna get the Cougnut and start swinging
Skeet, dance and eat
And when they run my plates, model and make
I'mma shake, like I'm riding with a cake
Pedal to the metal, rarely hit the brake
I love a high-speed getaway
They wanna get rid of Dre, put the kid away
What I'm in today, I'm in the 7 series
So quiet you can't even hear me
Engine, when I smash the gas
And would you look at all that wood on the dash
[Hook]
Since '84 I been out there gettin my dough
In the Sco the O and Valley Jo
Getting rich in the Rich and San Jo
Grinding and rhyming and pimpin' hoes
Rolling on vogues and 2-4s
Dre Tripper gotta stay with two hoes
Stay with zippas, boy, I keep a few O's
Get bossed and say 'thar she blows!'3 | Hip-HopRap | 20 | 7 | 2,004 | 51,942 |
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2,471 | 2 Times and Pass | Mac Dre | Niggas get their thoughts together
Hey! Look over here! I'm open!
Pass it!
Right? Yeah
Pass the weed motherfucker!
Hey Mr. babysitter would you look at all them ashes?
The blunt's going out, is you ever gonna pass it?
Rat bastard it's always you
Sneaking extra hits--I wanna get high too!
Don't lie fool, I see it in your eye
Aight--how come I don't look that high?
Cause you've been smoking more than I
(Hey man we need some more weed!)
Hmm I wonder why?
Hey man what's this all on it? Slob?
Nigga, quit giving the blunt a blowjob
Always cutting, trying to show stop
Oh you get an extra hit just because we at your spot?
I need some more pot cause this ain't kosher
Call Rich the Factor cause I need dozier
Man you know what? You can take your Swisher Sweet to the face
I'mma go get me a Backwood and roll me an eighth
[Hook (x2):]
Hit it two times and pass
(Can I smoke with you?)
Hit it two times and pass
(That's what you're supposed to do)You might also like | Hip-HopRap | 20 | 7 | 2,004 | null |
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2,472 | Let’s All Get Down | Mac Dre | Come on everybody let's all get down
To this old-school sound with that K-Lou pound
It goes a 1-2-3, 3 to 2-1
Can't leave my house without packing my gun
I see
Niggas dying
Mamas crying
They sent cool back to jail
I said "ugh, you lying"
Man, I hope they don't try to strike him out
Have him doing big time in Suzy's house
Hard times is coming to my town
Graduated from the pen, no cap and gown
Cuz back in '85, school was soup
I wanted Trues and Vogues, so I sold goop
Oops-up-side my head
Next thing I know, I'm doing time in the feds
Big spreads with macks and killas
415s and Black Gorillas
On the rilla, ugh, it's nothing pretty
Can't get caught slipping laying under the titty
Gotta be a savage, can't be no jerk
Boy, I do's dirt
And I'm a cold piece of work
You's a smirk
And you're scared to get down
You better do the hokey-pokey and turn yourself around clown
It's going down
I thought you smelled it
Niggas PH-ing and they just can't help it
I keep sucka reppellent
Cuz suckas is tellin
Hear it coming out they throat, I grab my coat and I'm bailing
Two years ago a cuddy of mine
Had to do some time 'cuz a nigga dropped a dime
I'm supa-sucka-free
And they can't fuck with me
Cuz I'm a R-O-M-P from the C-R-E-S-T
We gets dumb
You know how we come
Making up words like shitty-run-fun
Shitty-run-fun? Yeah, is you with me?
That's when your stomach is bubbling and your booty is drippy
Sticky, gooey
Smoke it with the Louie
Step in the throne looking real rag-gooey
Oooowwheeee...! that's how I sound
So come on everybody, let's all get downYou might also like1 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 4 | 1,998 | 10,520 |
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2,474 | Death to My Enemies | 50 Cent | [Intro]
Dre, niggas think we bullshitting
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
Boy, I'll put your body in a bag
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[Verse 1]
Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Bushmaster hundred shot, drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggas'll flip
Six shot semi assault, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
If D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
It be your tombstone and your fucking grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien, nigga, when I start getting loose on you
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on you
I make it hard to breathe
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossing the street
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus]
Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
Boy, I'll put your body in a bag
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[Verse 2]
Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique, hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
This ain't the "Carter" nigga, this is Sparta
It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your pussy ass running like a race horse
Follow orders now, Yay' shoot his face off
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have-not's turn into Sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go 'head nigga twist it
Get lifted, goddamn I'm gifted
[Chorus]
Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
Boy, I'll put your body in a bag
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Headshot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him
It's a hit, not a jux leave the shines on 'em
Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell trying to stop me
That 430 Spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like Al Qaeda, natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
The Mack'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid
[Chorus]
Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
Boy, I'll put your body in a bag
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies9 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 11 | 2,009 | 19,061 |
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2,475 | The Day the Niggaz Took Over | Dr. Dre | [Intro: Protestor]
I'ma say this and I'ma end mine
If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States
Period, point-blank
If you ain't down for the ones that suffered in South Africa from apartheid and shit
Dammit, you need to step your punk-ass to the side
And let us brothers and us Africans step in
And start puttin' some foot in that ass!
[Bridge: All]
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
Dem wonder why mi violent, dem no really understand
For de reason why mi take mi law in mi own hand
Mi not out for peace and mi not Rodney King
De gun goes click, mi gun goes bang
Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach
Dem riot in L.A. 'cause dem no really wanna see
Niggas start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricade us like Beirut
Mi don't show no love 'cause it's us against dem
Dem never, ever love me 'cause it's sport to break dem
And kill, at my own risk, if I may
To lay, to spray with my AK, and put 'em to rest
You might also like[Interlude: Reporter]
Yes, we have—there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting
Well, I don't wanna say rioting, but there's been looting downtown
But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is
They have started fires down at the end of the street
[Refrain: All & Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]
How many niggas are ready to loot?
Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do?
I said, how many niggas are ready to loot?
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
[Interlude: Interviewee]
That's what they told us today, "In other words, you still a slave"
No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit!
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Sitting in my living room, calm and collected
Feeling that gotta-get-mine perspective
'Cause what I just heard broke me in half
And half the niggas I know, plus the niggas on the Row is bailing
Laugh now, but cry much later
You see, when niggas get together, they get mad 'cause they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese's helpin', nigga, it's time to rob and mob
And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem so dem can't love me
Yo, straight puttin' it down, gettin' my scoot on
It's jumping off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or somethin'
Got a VCR in the back of my car
That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop 'til they all drop
[Interlude: Reporter & Reporter 2]
Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, uh
People in the crowd throwing things at the officers
And swinging at them as well
As there was a, uh, young woman there, you see, took a swing at—
At an officer with some object in her hand
[Refrain: All & Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]
How many niggas are ready to loot?
Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do?
I said, how many niggas are ready to loot?
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
[Verse 3: RBX]
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints on a nine I throw away
Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
Pop-pop, pop, another motherfucker drop
And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo
Creepin', with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut
And crack-up, so now he best to back up
I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up
I zip uptown but motherfuckin' cops are all around
Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin'
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go
[Interlude: Reporter 2]
This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, uh, ignited
I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way
[Bridge: All]
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
[Verse 4: Daz Dillinger]
The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall
Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall
The description of three blacks
Shows no justice, so, pick up it's your right
If you riot again, mi, turn the other cheek
We, be too many, mi got, mi nine to my side
So mi bust, flick, 'cause he don't give a fuck
And mi don't give a fuck
And all my problems end with that buck-buck
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Blam, blam, blam 'til dem fall
Listen to the shots from a nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots
Diggidy Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots
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2,476 | Deeez Nuuuts | Dr. Dre | [Skit: Warren G + Woman]
Let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doing
Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit, man
Hello?
What's up?
Nothing, what you doing?
Nothing, just kicking it
Are y'all done?
Nah, what you gon' do today?
Um, pick up my clothes from the cleaners, I think I'll go get my nails done
Serious?
Why? What's up?
Ay, did, did what's-your-name done get at you yesterday?
Who?
Deez nuts!
Aw, shut up, nigga
[Intro: Rudy Ray Moore]
"I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hanging on the wall, what would I have honey?"
I said, "Darlin', you'd have some walnuts"
She said, "Well, daddy, if I had some nuts on my chest, would those be chestnuts?" I said, "Hell yeah"
She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no, bitch, you'd have a dick in your mouth!"
[Chorus: Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg]
Chicky-check, microphone check one
Chicky-check, microphone check two
Chicky-check, microphone check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
You might also like[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park, you pops your trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfucker, clowning and shit
Got your Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that ho
If she proper, I'ma pop her, the ho hopper
Is back on track
With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack
[Interlude: Snoop Dogg]
So Daz, step up on they ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
[Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz]
Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But, uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Starting static with Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
(Long Beach, tic-tac, grab your gat, watch your back)
Here I come, stomping in my khaki suit
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling
[Interlude: Snoop Dogg]
But could you raise up off his nuts?
'Cause Dr. Drizzae's about to rizzip shit up
[Chorus: Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg]
Chicky-check, microphone check one
Chicky-check, microphone check two
Chicky-check, microphone check three
You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get they scrap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky-ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G
Real G's who drop ki's
Protect these N-U-T's, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (Biatch)
So recognize game from the gangsta
Things will remain the same until I change 'em
[Interlude: Snoop Dogg]
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G
[Outro: Nate Dogg]
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day
Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day
Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
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2,477 | A Nigga Witta Gun | Dr. Dre | [Skit: Dr. Dre & Man]
Yeah, nigga, what's up with all that motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga? (Hey, why you trippin'?)
Huh? (Hey Dre, why you trippin', why you trippin'?)
Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin', nigga? (I ain't say nothing, why you trippin'?)
You're a motherfuckin' liar, nigga, that was you (Nah, that wasn't me!)
That was you, nigga (That wasn't me!), hey—
Hey, check this out, motherfucker
What's wrong, nigga? (It wasn't!)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (Nah, it wasn't me, Dre!)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (It wasn't me!)
Listen up, nigga, you know Lucifer? (Nah)
Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & The Kay-Gees]
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Forty-four reasons come to mind
Why a motherfuckin' brother is hard to find
He been walking on the streets and fuckin' with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
See, I never take a step on a Compton block
Or L.A. without the AK ready to pop
'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I think it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas looking at? You going
"Goddamn!" 'Cause it's the city
And for you to survive, a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I relax, sit back, do a job and jet
Yo, I know you understand my flow
So here we go, and Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know
You might also like[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & The Kay-Gees]
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
D-R-E, a motherfucker who's known for carrying gats
And kick raps that make snaps, adapts to
Any environment that I'm located at
If you see me on the solo move believe that I'm strapped
Four-four, tray-eight or AK-47
'Cause slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
And lay a punk motherfucker flat
As he wonder what popped before he got popped
I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop
Now I know you understand my flow
So here we go, and Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & The Kay-Gees]
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
[Bridge: Dr. Dre]
I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah
I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
I breaks 'em off, but I ain't speaking about between the thighs
I'm talking about cocking a gauge in between your eyes
It'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize
That a gat'll make any nigga civilized
Old buster-ass nigga talking bullshit
Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that breaks 'em off properly
Real G so don't doubt it
I'm the one who's doin' it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my forty-four Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin' dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name is Dre Eastwood when I'm packing a gun
You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die, you's a buster, 'cause real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me, though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga, yo
So now you know
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & The Kay-Gees]
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun10 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 12 | 1,992 | 55,636 |
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2,479 | Lyrical Gangbang | Dr. Dre | [Intro]
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
[Verse 1: The Lady of Rage]
Now I'ma kick up dust as I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust
When I kick up, I lick up, your face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you mothafuckas just pack up
Or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stockin'
I'm knockin' 'em out the box and
Knockin' 'em out their socks and 'cause Robin is rockin'
Breakin' 'em down to the slab
Takin' 'em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle? Uh
Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin' paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not the same old plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh
I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss
Do what I must, and what I must is bust
A bubble or two, some trouble for you
So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin' through
You might also like[Interlude: B-Real]
Some cool shit
Some cool shit
Boo-ya, spittin' out buckshots
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like the polar cap
Clenchin' as the hits misses the roller's back
Pushin' packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck on the topic, so stop and give me my props, kid
I'm livin' large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart so the fact is
This young black kid a mercenary, merciless
Murderin' millions of niggas, so who's first to diss?
They say I'm bad, so you'll find none worse than this
Chewin' motherfuckers up like a Hershey's Kiss
I leave in the minds of each
Rough when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half, niggas
You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass, nigga
Then watch me blast, nigga, 'cause I'm the last nigga
You wanna fuck wit', so up your cash, nigga
I make 'em stagger, I'm scandalous as Jimmy Swaggart
I'm a good tracker, scopin' your girl then watch me tag her
Pullin' steel like a stunt
Shown like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
Here to torment, I put track on crack
And I'm strapped with a semi-tone milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th
[Interlude: B-Real]
A to the motherfuckin' K
[Verse 3: RBX]
Back in the days, niggas, they use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas, they pull their strap
'Cause, um, police, them come wicked then them shoot niggas
So niggas retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boot stompin'
Black soldier here to teach and mold ya
The innovator, dominator, narrator
R-B to the motherfuckin' X, flex wicked
Stylee, bump and be found and do bleed by a
Maniac with a gat
See, nowadays, niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Buh-buh-buh, now I'm on death row
Fuck it, niggas goin' wild
Every night they shoot, it's like Beirut
Maybe you should get a Kevlar vest for your chest
Anytime steppin' through my hood
But that'll do you no good
One slug to your face, don't hate
You're gettin' smoked like wood
Nasty nigga, bloody pumps, face flat
On the concrete, here comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner, caught with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape
Audi like five G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang10 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 12 | 1,992 | 81,793 |
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2,480 | High Powered | Dr. Dre | [Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yo, yo, what's up?
Yo, man, give me some of that old, gangsta-ass shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Some shit I can just kick back, smoke a fat-ass joint to
You know what I'm saying? Haha
Hell yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I like that old gangsta shit
'Cause you know it's a lot of niggas out there
Woofin' all that bullshit, talkin' 'bout they got this and got that
Talkin' louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin' shit
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, nigga, I see your lips quivering
But you ain't sayin' a motherfucking thing
But my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin' house
And they gon' tell you what's really going on
Got my motherfuckin' nigga RBX definitely in this motherfucker
I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker, ready to kick some real shit
Know what I'm saying?
And that little shit you hear in the background?
That's my homegirl Rage
So, RBX, kick this shit
[Verse: RBX]
Seven execution style murders
I have no remorse 'cause I'm the fuckin' murderer
Haven't you ever heard of a killer?
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
So now I walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse
Snap, adapt to this, but you need no adapter
This is just the first chapter
In a book from a crook
You get caught slippin', your ass gots to die
Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure
Trigger happy, RBX to cap you
Pump, pump, and I can't wait to bust a round
Pump, pump, my hollow point smacks the clown
'Cause what I said split his head
And now they got me running from the feds
But I refuse to go alive
It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive
I'm high powered
You might also like[Outro: Dat Nigga Daz]
Yeah
It's Daz, that mass-murdering motherfucker
So, what, you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool, you better recognize
Death Row came to chastise
So if you cross the Row
Remember the first name is Death
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2,481 | Stranded on Death Row | Dr. Dre | [Intro: Bushwick Bill]
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we, haha
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them?
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this path called
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Stranded on death row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggas know the flow that I kick, there's no equal
I'm murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks
When I grip the mic and kick shit niggas can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
Why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O.G. should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia
Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya?
Ain't nothin' but a buster
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun
Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
You might also like[Verse 2: RBX]
No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
When I kick a wicked rap, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it many storms
When I'm vexed, I fight leg, necks, and arms
In this dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
Emcee mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna do?
The narrator RBX, cell block two
[Verse 3: The Lady of Rage]
Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded on death row and now I'm servin' a
Lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty
On all counts, let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my AK
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame, there's another dead, bang
Laying lame, put to shame, who's to blame?
Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin'
From the D-E-A-T-H and R-O-W, takin' no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 1-8-7 on motherfuckers, don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust, there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block H
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Ayo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homie, little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks
And I'm still serving for mine
Peace to my motherfuckin' homies doing time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell
And you're sayin', "Fuck the police"
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's driving the cops crazy
But ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby
Uh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin'
I bet'cha don't wanna see the D-O-double-G
And you can't see the D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C
You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ
That's my homie and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat 'em, man
We gotta smoke 'em then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman
It's like three and to the two and two and to the one
Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done
[Outro: Bushwick Bill]
Yo, now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong?
See if you can travel on
'Cause only the weak will try to speak
Those who are quiet will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
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2,482 | So So | B.o.B | [Verse 1]
Yes sir is Bobby Ray, aka A. B.o.B. (O)
I can't be eco-conscious, I'm always burning trees
And this that fire, fire, call it that third degree
And call me supersonic I shake the earth beneath ya
Hell yeah you heard of me, quite an emergency
The way I take the game and I beat it so un-unmercifully, yeah
Ladies with curly features, wait at concerts to see you
They can roll home with B.O., and maybe service me up
But if you wanna work for me then girl you need your working visas
And if you ain't working then you just should not converse with me
That's not that serious, don't take it so personally
Plus currently I prefer the girls who prefer the three C.P.O
C.P.O. I think I think I'm Neo
I'm caught up in her Matrix and I think it's time to reload
And if this were a court, then girl I would have to appeal
I think that the defendant have some things that she must reveal
Heels ha, heels ha, tell me what's the deal, ma
Got me chasing you to see if I could cop a feel, huh
I gotta keep it real, kosher, kosher, kosher
Cause she don't want that bullshit, no sir, no sir, no sir
Her thighs go round like roller-coaster motors
And like a minute bundle, I had to roll them over
Had to connect the headset into her Motorolla
This bout to get scary like the end of October
You might also like[Hook]
And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow
I got that fire man, and other shit is so so
And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow
I'm at the frying pan, your shit is so cold
And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow
I got that fire man, and other shit is so so
And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow
I'm at the frying pan, your shit is so cold
[Verse 2]
So cold like a hobo wearing no clothes in a snow globe when the temperature is below froze
I mean below freezing and there's no reason to be so cheesy, got my own team and my own league
My own lane and my own speed, it's a long road so I don't sleep
If I don't know you I don't speak, it's a small world and it's gonna shrink
If you're full of shit, then you're gonna stink
I'm a realist I'm gonna think, with a pair of eyes so I'm gonna see
I'll be whatever the fuck I wanna be, I'll be everything except a wanna be
I'll be everything you ever wanna be, if you're clever enough you can corner me
But what's a corner to me, I'm geometry
So tell me who gave you the authority? Who the fuck are you? The authority?
What am I supposed to be orderly? pardon my honor you're charging me?
Saying something I oughta be but I got some much heart that my arteries will always be partying like a camaraderie
Man I'm already famous historically so my story is already glorious
Just like P Diddy victorious to the B.I.G. Notorius
I'm a champion, I'm a warrior, I bring war to ya
So if you got beef that's unfortunate, we'll hang ya'll out like portraits
[Hook]
And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow
I got that fire man, and other shit is so so
And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow
I'm at the frying pan, your shit is so cold
And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow
I got that fire man, and other shit is so so
And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow
I'm at the frying pan, your shit is so cold3 | Hip-HopRap | 21 | 2 | 2,012 | null |
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2,483 | Cook it Up | Aesop Rock | Cook it up spooky salute
Look 'Zook'll hook it up to
Shoop the local Winnie Cooper loopy
Low brow, low brim
She asked me, "What's your name?"
I flashed the grossest fang in show biz
Young Valkyrie is open, "What's yours?"
"Um, Jenny, um..."
Body clocked in a ten-penny sum
Sprung colossal, "Miss, may I process your Pentium?"
But Ae is hesitating
"My princess
The pigeonholing rose out your predecessor's lunacy in the kismet"
Her eyes googled back as that of one unfortunate breed plus a new kink in the posture
"Just don't get all barnacley
Or get P.T. Barnumed in 3D THX sound stereo dismissal
Sorry hun, it's just the last few have been a fistful
Like.. like them girls you bump into out dumb luck
Get high and innocently kiss once when she's punch drunk
Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touch
Crazy McCling-a-lot claim instant one love
And you've gotta beg your friends to take 'em off your hands like thumbcuffs
Or them barbies you'll vibe for a sexy second (lovely)
Give it a month Hyde heckles Jekyl and she makes Hitler look cuddly
But Jenny in the sky with emerald eyes
You're so different so delicious so the fish
I'd be willing to walk the limb with
So let's just get a few things out the way: (okay)
I'm clinically bonkers and hate just about everyone God's great earth offers
I won't be getting dressed up to impress your family dear
And if I can't wear jeans and sneakers then I won't be lamping there
Nope, aggro-pimp, sinfully, finicky nova, bag it up no-diggity soldier
Magic touch fingertip donor
Own up to your dirty debutante animalistic instincts
Ritual courting dance and breeding behaviors (like what?)
I dream of Jeannie and fucking her obsecenly
But Jenny could be Jeannie so easily if you'd let me
Hell, the bad tact daddy-o Merlin-- 'e' for effort
Most of these high-post Fabio world motherfucks make my head hurt
Dead up-- I got death in the skull but you'll get used to it ma
Dinner and cinema, yes, just cough the bread up
Sure, he schleps with a naked pocket but I carry dreams
Like I wanna be an astronaut after you marry me"
(WHAAAAT???)
"You're rushing this I feel smothered it's crowding me awfully"
Dolly, I love you, "Get the fuck off me!" Sorry. (Call me)
And I'm circling her like a tiger shark frenzied but friendly
"I'm cool, how you feeling Jenny?" (Jenny?) Jenny? (Jenny?) Jenny?
"So quiet, oh I like that, so mysterious, I dig it
The way you haven't made eye contact with me once in ten minutes
I'm just saying girl, I'm dirty-dog raw vintage mixed with mega-low society
Mister gutter-fuck etiquette - try me!
So there it is, game. I mean it's not like I'm sweating you
Because when it comes down to it, most of y'all females are the same
But now it's your turn baby, spit it out"
"Okay" She punched me dead in the fuckin mouth and walked away
You might also likeOw! Fuck!
Watch out ladies cause you know he don't love ya
Bazooka Tooth is one bad motherfucker
He's a low life pimp with a low life game
He needs a no life dame with a strobe light frame
Cook it up now
No ring on the finger
There ain't no strings attached
But if you love television and
Manic depression
Get a carton of cigarettes
And we can make it happen
Get to mackin'
Just leave your baggage on my curb with the trashcans
It ain't like I seen you in Maxim
Relax with the tap dance
Lights, camera, lap dance!
Cook it up now | Hip-HopRap | 23 | 9 | 2,003 | 9,428 |
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2,485 | Suck It Or Not (Touch It Or Not) | Cam’ron | [Intro: Cam'ron]
Killa!
Dip-set!
Lil' Weezy, Cash Money!
Yo ma, lemme holla
Let's do it!
[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block)
That's right! Hustlin' rocks (hustlin' rock)
I know, I been pufffin' a lot (puffin' a lot)
But a nigga wanna know
Babygirl, you gon' suck it or not?
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Huh?
My dick hard as a motherfucker
You don't what?! Tell that shit to another sucker (what I look like?)
I ain't no sucka, mama, come on fuck the drama (fuck that)
Peck kiss of death, a lil' pucker-rama (lil pucker-rama)
I'm so active, you being so drastic
Got something for ya face, fuck Proactiv
I'm a pro at this
Round the globe, atlas
But I need to know ma, you gon' suck it or not?
Babygirl, I'm in love with the twat
Missionary, back shots, pop it off, rocket off
I tell you right now if my cock is soft (what I want?)
Head before and after (what's that?)
Top it off (do what?)
On ya knees, show you how to top a boss (how it go?)
Lick, suck, deep throat, stop, cough
Hop on, hop off, lollipop off
I know it's white, but here come the hot sauce
You might also like[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block)
That's right! Hustlin' rocks (hustlin' rock)
I know, I been pufffin' a lot (puffin' a lot)
But a nigga wanna know
Babygirl, you gon' suck it or not?
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Lookin' light skinned, mami was tight slim
Fat ass, big tits, I noticed her nice chin (sturdy chin)
I approached her, slight grin, white Timbs, number you can type in
Said she don't like men (hahaha)
I just laughed, ma, if we link, we link
You don't like men? Me neither, what a coinki-dinky (what a coincidence)
Ms. Jiggy, Ms. Piggy, Pinky mink, pinky ring blingin'
Ma, you gon' suck it or not?
I ain't the type to diss you, kinda like the issue (I like that)
That's the situation, bring wifey with you (bring her)
Would you like a tissue? (Why?)
You gon' need it for the cum up in your nose, babygirl, cause you sucking my cock!
Ain't a question now, it's a guarantee
They say I think I'm the shit, (oh well) well apparently
But you won't hear words like "Marry me" (what, marry me?)
Only thing you gonna hear is, "suck it or not!"
[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block)
That's right! Hustlin' rocks (hustlin' rock)
I know, I been pufffin' a lot (puffin' a lot)
But a nigga wanna know
Babygirl, you gon' suck it or not?
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I get head in the strangest places
Two at the same time, call it changing faces
I tell a bitch "we ain't trading places"
Now stand back and catch my amazing graces (heh heh heh)
Taste and savor it
Vanilla Ice Cream, she say "ooh, my favorite"
Do you know who you playin' wit?
Wayne
Chillin' like a scarecrow, looking for some brain
Drivin' in the range or
Flying on a plane
Her head is crazy so she's insane
She know the game, get in and get right
Every bitch in the industry wanna rock my mic
I'm hot like light
I'm tough like Ike
I don't fuck with dog hoes cause them hoes might bite
Yeah, and then she follows
In the back of my mind, I'm hoping she swallows
[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block)
That's right! Hustlin' rocks (hustlin' rock)
I know, I been pufffin' a lot (puffin' a lot)
But a nigga wanna know
Babygirl, you gon' suck it or not?6 | Comics and Games | 15 | 2 | 2,006 | 93,823 |
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2,486 | The Watchers | B.o.B | [Verse]
Yes, I feel the end, the end is close
The same thing happened eons ago
To know exactly you have to read up some more
Everyday technology speeds up some more
As is above, so is below
Some feel the heat, yet some feel the cold
We are the souls, yes, we have been chose
Some roll with angels and demons and ghosts
But shh! Hold up, Bob, don’t go there!
You know that they watching, the all-seeing stare
But they can’t stop me, I’m already there
And y’all ain't seen shit but y’all already scared
I’m gone, high like fructose, fructose
You wanna know the truth? Really, you don't, you don't
It’ll blow you out your mind, like a UFO, UFO
I’m basically a resident of Pluto, Pluto
You know, but you’ll probably be the same one hatin'
Sayin' every rapper is in the freemasons
While the cops giving out free mace to your face
Now how do that taste? I’m outta my mind
These videos tellin’ y'all lies, bruh
Tellin' y'all we holding evil hand-signs, bruh
Last time I checked I’m from the Eastside, bruh
So do your research and make your own mind up
’Cause us musicians have influence on this mic
But they don’t like that, so they conquer and divide
Double-H N-D, hip hop never dies
So shoot all you want, but we fly
Because, you know, no one man should have all that power
Obviously ‘cause it’s only one power
But nevermind, y’all keep worshipping Towers
While the clock keeps handing y'all hours
But pucker up because the truth gets sour
More sour than the sour diesel I devour
Hear me by the hour, I give you 50 vowels
When I brain storm it's like a shower
So pull out your towels, and don't let 'em play you
Do your own thing, fuck what they do!
And if you good at somethin' make sure they pay you
And if not, take a thankyou
Whether they praise you, or whether they hate you
It’s all about the attention that they pay you
Y’all on that grape drink, try this grape juice
Shouts to Grand Hustle, we got that break through
And, yes, it’s evident we better than
The rest of these competitors
Really there ain't no one else ahead of us
Yeah, I bust these verses off, et cetera, et cetera
‘Cause they watching y’all like the Federers, owww
You might also like[Outro]
Kadoish, kadoish, kadoish
Adonai Tsebayoth
It’s B.O.B. and I’m out. Peace!9 | Hip-HopRap | 7 | 12 | 2,010 | 43,793 |
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2,488 | Soon as I Get Home | 2Pac | [Intro: 2Pac]
Soon as I get home
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this max pen'
Tryna pay my debt for all my sins
See, these penitentiary times be so heavy on my mind
At times it's like I'm livin' just to die
I'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cell
Stranded in the county jail, waitin' for my chance to post bail
I wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in fast Jags
I blast and wonder "How long will I last?"
My memories fade when I'm intoxicated
Bustas are shady so I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever faded
I know I said it all before, but now I mean it
Visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear I seen it
Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy
Of makin' these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning, baby, life is good
Me and you against the whole hood – soon as I get home
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Grab my straps, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Soon as I get home
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I come home
You might also like[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin'
But now you out in the world, while I'm twistin' in prison
Love letters come daily, words of affection
You send me money and nude flicks, beggin' for some sexin'
Stay wide open, keep your eyes peeled
And my advice is "Keep it real or you can die squeelin'."
Plus, I never had to worry 'bout a visit, ‘cause you're there daily
Guards tryna get your number, you don't dare tell me
Tongue-kissin', steady humpin', tryna touch up somethin'
Before the C-O in the corner jump in, frontin'
Late night reminiscin', everybody's quiet
I think something's in the air, prepare for the riot
It's padlocks in my socks, steel from the bed springs
I touch 'em with thug love and then let they heads ring
I started a war but now I'm gone
Release me to the streets in the mornin', it's on, soon as I get home
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
[Verse 3: Yaki Khadafi]
Since you've been gone
My whole life's been like a game of Cee-low
Thinkin' big, like the kid from Casino
Fulfillin' my dreams like Nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and Mama survivin'
Depends on how many rocks a young nigga cook up
Narcotics got traffic, seen those niggas you blasted
Wantin' me in a casket, on a ground, kind of plastic
Yeah, nigga, I heard, Lil' Mu gave the word
You get paroled on the third, it's all love with these herbs
We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin'
But double O's is what I'm wantin'
And I'm tryna see somethin' that we ain't never had
Luxury life, results livin' bad
Tricks of the trade, shit that shoulda been taught by Dad
But learned through the crew
Lessons between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, it ain't a thing they can do
Meanwhile I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I'll get a call tellin' a nigga that you home
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Grab the gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Yeah!4 | Gangsta Rap | 21 | 11 | 2,006 | 53,027 |
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2,490 | Chunky | Ghostface Killah | Hey miss what up, Tone got luck
I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck
Cats like the way I write, dress like a superstar
Take car of family so I don't have stupid cars
Peace to all single ladies struggle with a ruff life
Baby daddy fronting
That's aight check out my man Trife
Represent Stapleton, raised in the West
780 Anderson now I'm the best
Stopping all bets slamming niggas like Barkley
Back in my reefer days sellin you parsley
Always kept aluminum bats in the car seat
Then I showed Doo and them, That's were the narcs be
Came to play no games and stay in your lane
And the ratchets on your brain and fuckin to aim at yall
Big spender, Rock a robe in November
I never broke bud I throw my trees up in a blender
[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
How you like it baby
You wanna good time, You alright you alright
Come on, How you like it baby
Can I roll with you tonight
[Verse 2]
Yo, You better shoot spots, Red and blue drops
I used to serve those, those maroon tops, (Go head)
Then crack the window when the fuckin rooms hot
If my CD was skippin get a different boom box
New socks full of polo chet, rugged low mocs
So hot, Right before I pop the fuckin show stops
You can't box, I Seen better hands on an old clock
The old ox never marked you, Ima blow pops
Prophesize Don, it's me
Aqua blue mink, In my bitch arms and feet
20 g's real niggas like pardon me
Ima be honest to your man with the Dom P, More like Sean Connery
Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby
Giving you the business, Crack heads and wannabes
And I keep drugs in the Toney Starks pharmacy
Desperate house wives slobbing me cause they honor me
You might also like[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now if it wasn't for the Wu
Tell me if this rap shit would really carry on
Now tell me where you from
Staten Isle baby, Up town baby
Boogie down baby, Brook-Don baby
Now if it wasn't for the Ghost
None of yall rap niggas would be writing songs
Now tell me where yall from
Queens bound baby, Long Isle baby
New Jerus baby, Connecticut baby
Hey mister, please let my niggas in
Thugs and my women in, You don't want no problem wit me
We got them burners on the dance floor
Goons is already in, Shanks and Machetes in
3 to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennessy
All yall haters what yall mad for | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,010 | null |
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2,491 | The Other Side | Bruno Mars | [Verse 1: Bruno Mars]
Truth of the matter is I'm complicated
You're as straight as they come
You go 'bout your day, baby
While I hide from the sun
[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
It's better if you don't understand
'Cause you won't know what it's like until you try
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
You know I, I'll be waiting on the other side
And you, all you gotta do is cross the line
I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just gotta decide
You know I, I'll be waiting on the other
Waiting on the other side
[Verse 2: CeeLo Green]
We would live forever
Who could ask for more?
You could die if you wanted
But baby, what for?
[Pre-Chorus: CeeLo Green]
It's better if you don't understand
And you won't know what it's like until you try
See Bruno Mars LiveGet tickets as low as $125You might also like[Chorus: CeeLo Green]
You know I, I'll be waiting on the other side
And you, all you gotta do is cross the line
I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just got to decide
You know I, I'll be waiting on the other
Waiting on the other side
[Verse 3: B.o.B.]
If they say life's a dream, call this insomnia
'Cause this ain't Wonderland, it damn sure ain't Narnia
And once you cross the line, you can't change your mind
Yeah, I'm a monster, but I'm no Frankenstein
And quite frankly, I've been feelin' insane in between my eyes
I really can't explain what I feel inside
If you knew what I was, you would run and hide
Many have tried to go into the night
And cross over the line, and come back alive
But that's the price we paying when we living on the other side
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
You know I, I'll be waiting on the other side
And you, all you gotta do is cross the line
I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just gotta decide
You know I, I'll be waiting on the other
Waiting on the other side
[Outro: B.o.B]
It's better if you don't understand
It's better if you don't understand
It's better if you don't understand
It's better if you don't understand
It's better if you don't understand
It's better if you don't understand9 | PopRock | 4 | 10 | 2,010 | 59,602 |
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2,492 | Destroy & Rebuild | Nas | [Intro]
This is a journey into the world's most largest and notorious projects, Queensbridge
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most cowardest rappers
[Verse 1]
He held a mass appeal and a likkle boy smile
Depressed has a complex, his mouth was foul
You need to stay around, I feel like tellin' some stories
First there's this arrogant fuck, his name's Cory
Hung around my mans Lakey and Big Trevor
Trevor's still locked up, Lake's gettin' his cheddar
Corey changed his name to ah, whatever
Cornchip, Buckwheat look-a-like, it's Mega
Right, Mega was his name, sorry about that
But it's so hard to put a coward's name in my rap
Always actin' tough, a jokester be frontin'
He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothin'
But that's Nas always lookin' out for bredren
'Cause when bredren don't return love it don't stress him
'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real
Still laughin' to the bank and shit
Back to Cor', got him a deal but his rhymes was wack
Def Jam mad that he signed the contract
Now he got jealous and mad at my shine
Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind
Nonsense, not to be obnoxious, kid
Mega, for the record you could suck my dick
Bitch, you from around the way, it's sad what this do to me
But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity
You might also like[Refrain]
They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it
So now they say
[Verse 2]
Since we on the subject of traitors and flunkies
Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood, dummies
There's plenty that wanna be me but cannot
It's like King Arthur and Knight Sir Lancelot
Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul
Before I woulda told you Prodigy's my dog
Through the ups and downs, robberies and all
Though I always knew he wanted my downfall
He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
For what, nigga? You're butt and it got back to me
Askin' a Braveheart to help get back your jewelry
You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q.B
Nature moved to Marcy
(Man dick riding Nature) Nothing else to say
Man, Nature moved to Marcy (What? Far)
Backward ass niggas, man, fuck them niggas (Far away)
Go 'head with the program, man, proceed
Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief
Course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks
Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger
Just fills me when niggas let out of town to set shot
And get filthy rich, it's just not
No more morals, no loyalty, no more community
Queensbridge, we gotta have unity
[Refrain]
They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it
So now they say
[Verse 3]
I put the name on the map after Marley and Shan
Q.B. before the ROC had one jam
Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef
I had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
So this about cleanin' up house, my own backyard
Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed
P, how many times ain't you shamed that
Jungle was bustin' his gun to get your weak chain back
They don't respect you, a check's due for me for your fame
Mega, I hope you blow so I'm sayin' your name (Mega, Mega)
Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be King
Even Jigga want the crown, "How that sound?" Poor thing
I'm representin' Queensbridge U.S.A
Where two SK's go off every day ruthless-lay
All you little roaches and rats
Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back
So haters say
[Refrain]
(The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over)
Nah, we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it
So now they say
[Outro]
"The Bridge is over," my dick
The Bridge'll never be over, long as I'm alive and breathin'
Braveheart to the graveyard
I'm the William Wallace of this shit
Ayo, P, Prodigy I got love for you, man, I love you, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Just get them unloyal niggas from out your circle
You can't save everybody
Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right, my nigga
Be untouchable, my nigga
So it be Mobb for life for real, and that's real
Ayo, Nature, I can't hold your hand through this shit, man
I'm not your father, man
Be your own man, stand on your own two
I believe in you, believe in yourself, nigga
Or don't even rep this, man
Ayo, Mega you wanna be a gangsta?
There's real gangsta shit going on in the streets, man
Yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be buckin'
Why you never buckin'? Where you be at, man?
All of a sudden you the motherfuckin' Nino Brown of the fuckin' hood?
It's disgusting, man, stay out the magazines
Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth
There's no more room for jealousy, we destroyin' and rebuildin'
That means the cowards get out and real niggas stay
Niggas been hating me since I been nine
Shining with suede motherfucking Bally's on and silks
I'ma always be the young don
Don't be like the niggas on the other side
Hating me 'cause I'm beautiful
Real niggas in Queensbridge
Y'all niggas come up and get this money and move on, baby
Q.B16 | Hip-Hop | 18 | 12 | 2,001 | 96,674 |
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2,494 | Checkmate (50 Cent Diss) | Jadakiss | [Intro]
You did it baby!
Congratulations, homie!
You made history!
1.1 million in a short week!
Ha-HAA!
Screw a press conference!
Press this on your conscience!
D-Block, cheers!
YEAH! Ah-ha-ha
I ain't mad, I don't wanna sound mad, I feel marvelous
D-Block, Double R, fuckin' faggots!
[Verse]
We gon' handle this like grown men, you won't win
You don't even feel comfortable in your own skin
I rap my ass off, I'm fightin' the champ with the glass jaw
At the Garden or Nassau (Uh-huh)
See me, couple hood niggas behind stars
I heard you put a couple good niggas behind bars (Preme!)
I might never sell that much
But you can bet your last two quarters I'll never tell that much
Picture 'Kiss not come out swingin'
It's like goin' see 50 at a show
And he don't come out singin' (C'mon!)
Yeah, you got a felony, but you ain't a predicate (Nuh-uh)
Never the King of New York, you live in Connecticut (Haha)
You don't be in the hood, you be in the woods
Fuckin' with me, it's where you really gon' be for good (Ugh)
I hold the 4-5 myself (Ch-chk)
And hop out the Range on 1-4-5 myself (What up!)
This is a true fact
Since when has it become cool to get shot and not shoot back? (Never)
Trackmasters shelved you (Ugh), Bravehearts helped you (Ugh)
Then everybody felt you (Uh-huh), now I gotta melt you (Yeah)
And don't try to pull rank on 'Kiss
‘Cause the niggas I'ma send to do it ain't gon' miss
Be laid up stiff, I spit straight up piff
I did real songs with Big, no made-up shits (Ah!),
And I don't got a problem with clout
You ain't get shot again yet
So what's your second album about? (Nothin'!)
Your raps are pre-school
You made a lot of money, now be cool
'Fore I swell up your lips like seafood (Mmm)
Can I get a mic check?
You don't stand a chance at the dance with me, dawg
Your steps ain't right yet (Uh-uh)
Block is just fine, homie, the D's straight (D-Block)
Most likely, your new CD is a weed plate (Haha)
Bunch of love songs, hundred percent pure garbage (Garbage)
Just somethin' to break up buds on
You should just sell clothes and sneakers
‘Cause outta your whole camp
Your flow's the weakest (Garbage)
I'm in the town where the young boys is clappin' (Clappin)
You runnin' around with the lieutenant and captain (Haha!)
It'll take a lifetime to see 'Kiss
You had to get shot nine times to be rich
See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Hook/Outro]
Rat-ass nigga, you's a animal
You's a motherfuckin' animal
Pig-ass nigga, you's a animal
You's a motherfuckin' animal
Snake-ass nigga, you's a animal
You's a motherfuckin' animal
Matter of fact, you ain't no animal
I'ma show these motherfuckers how to handle you
[Outro]
Ah-HA! D-Block!
I'm not a sucker, so I don't need a bodyguard!7 | Hip Hop | 9 | 3 | 2,005 | 71,617 |
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2,497 | November 18th | Drake | [Sample: Notorious B.I.G]
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya
[Intro]
One time for the homie DJ Screw
Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch
[Verse 1]
Up so high even when I'm coming down
Just met a girl, say she from the H-Town
I say my name is Drizzy and ain't nobody realer
Cup inside a cup, smoking Ghostface Killah
Got these boppas going crazy, nigga I'm, the man
I sent ya girl a message, said I'll see ya when I can
She sent me one back, but I ain't never read it
'Cause pussy's only pussy and I get it when I need it
[Verse 2]
And I'm telling you, I'm as cold as windows down in the winter
And I be riding rims if my tires any thinner
Airport stunting, flying charters overseas
Full of Dom Perignon and the water for the D's
Don't know why it happens, everytime we alone
But here we are again and I swear I'm in my zone
So I'ma sip this drank until that muhfucka gone
And you gon' get undressed and we gon' get it on
See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus]
I don't give you the time you deserve from me
This is something I know, I know, I know
So tonight, I'll just fuck you like we're in Houston
Taking everything slow, so slow, so slow
But I do it to her
[Bridge]
Draped up, dripped out, know what I'm talking 'bout
3 in the morning, get it popping in the parking lot
It's on once again and I never pretend
A nigga staying G 'til the end
[Outro]
Ayy, yeah
I swear like everytime we find ourself in this situation, you know
I just get that feeling like I'm in Houston
Candy paint switching colors in the light
It's about like 11 PM and you just rolling through the city
Bumping that Screw, Big Moe, UGK, Lil' Keke
It feel like, like everything's just moving slow
Let's take my time, I pace it baby, yeah, I'm gone39 | Hip-HopRap | 13 | 2 | 2,009 | 469,171 |
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2,498 | You Oughta Know | Das Racist | [Intro]
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-nd
You oughta know by now, you oughta know by you can pay
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi
Is that all you get for your money
[Chorus: Kool A.D.]
You should never argue with a
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, you oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
You oughta knowwwww-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
You na never argue with a crazy na-na-na-na-na-na
You oughta know by now
You should never argue widdo doo-doo-da-da-da-da
Okay, okay
[Verse 1: Kool AD]
Chasin' venture paper, like what Twitter get
Sick of arguing with white dudes on the internet
When I'm gassed on my own black pass, like how a wigger get
I like to slow it down with a marijuana cigarette
Occasionally with powders in it, yes, talcum-fresh
Yeah, good hair, you could say I'm Malcolmesque
Like the tresses, like the dresses, flowy and sexy
Spin-off, blow up, Joanie and Chechny
Yeah, ride MARTA to this Georgia Dome
Caucasian wars cream topical, like cortisone
Leave a message on my phone, I'm only sort of home
The rest of me is sort of in the zone where the dodos roam
They're all up on the tube, no protostome
Hacksaw, slack-jawed, like they short a chromosome
Leave your boy alone like Michael, Latoya homes
A rich interior world's a joy to own, 'cause
You might also like[Chorus 2: Kool A.D.]
You should never argue with a
Um-la-la-la-la-la-la you oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
You oughta knowwwww-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
You na never argue with a crazy na-na-na-na-na-na
You oughta know by now
You should never argue widdo doo-doo-da-da-da-da
Go in, okay
[Verse 2: Heems]
I get around like a vinyl
All sales final, Lionel Richie
I'm so gangsta, prissy
Chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Yet me people seem to let me
Get away with wildin' like I won an Emmy
Grammy, Tony, Oscar, rasta impostors
Mangos, Trinidad attorneys
Burning S.N.S. Herning, learning cultures
Culture vultures' sculptures, nature-nurture
Public freak-outs
If you got a problem, find me, speak out, speak out
Dead in the middle of Little Idli, Sambar, Dosa
Told ya, find me blowing dolja
No more smoking doja
You should know now
Know how I do what I do
I drink, I think, I chew two blues, one pink
[Chorus 3: Heems]3 | Hip-Hop | 29 | 3 | 2,010 | 67,596 |
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2,502 | Sinister Kid | The Black Keys | [Verse 1]
Well, the crooks are out, and the streets are gray
You know I wouldn't have it any other way, yeah
Your mother's words, they're, they're ringin' still
But your mother don't pay our bills, yeah
[Chorus]
A sinister kid is a kid who
Runs to meet his maker
A drop dead sprint from the day he's born
Straight into his maker's arms
And that's me, that's me
The boy with the broken halo
That's me, and that's me
The devil won't let me be
[Verse 2]
I got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp
A bad combination in the dark
If I kill a man in the first degree
Baby, would you, would you flee with me? Yeah
[Chorus]
A sinister kid is a kid who
Runs to meet his maker
A drop dead sprint from the day he's born
Straight into his maker's arms
And that's me, and that's me
The boy with the broken halo
And that's me, that's me
The devil won't let me be
See The Black Keys LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Interlude]
Alright
Got it, Carney
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
A sinister kid is a kid who
Runs to meet his maker
A drop dead sprint from the day he's born
Straight into his maker's arms
And that's me, and that's me
The boy with the broken halo
That's me, and that's me
The devil won't let me be
[Guitar Solo]3 | Alternative | 18 | 5 | 2,010 | 39,518 |
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2,503 | Lemonworld | The National | [Verse 1]
So happy I was invited
Gave me a reason to get out of the city
See you inside watching swarms on TV
Livin' and dyin' in New York, it means nothing to me
I gave my heart to the Army
The only sentimental thing I could think of
With cousins in colors and somewhere overseas
But it'll take a better war to kill a college man like me
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm too tired to drive anywhere
Anyway right now, do you care if I stay?
You can put on your bathing suits
And I'll try to find somethin' on this thing that means nothin' enough
[Refrain]
Losin' my breath, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Losin' my breath, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
[Chorus]
You and your sister live in a Lemonworld
I want to sit in and die
You and your sister live in a Lemonworld
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
You and your sister live in a Lemonworld
I want to sit in and die
You and your sister live in a Lemonworld
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
You might also like[Verse 2]
This pricey stuff makes me dizzy
I guess I've always been a delicate man
It takes me a day to remember a day
I didn't mean to let it get so far out of hand
I was a comfortable kid
But I don't think about it much anymore
Lay me on the table, put flowers in my mouth
And we can say that we invented a summer lovin' torture party
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm too tired to drive anywhere
Anyway right now, do you care if I stay?
You can put on your bathing suits
And I'll try to find something on this thing that means nothin' enough
[Chorus]
You and your sister live in a Lemonworld
I want to sit in and die
You and your sister live in a Lemonworld
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
You and your sister live in a Lemonworld
I want to sit in and die
You and your sister live in a Lemonworld
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
[Refrain]
Losin' my breath, doo doo doo doo doo doo7 | Rock | 10 | 5 | 2,010 | 45,049 |
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2,504 | 1 Corinthians 15:55 | Johnny Cash | O Death, where is thy sting?
O Grave, where is thy victory?
O Life, you are a shining path
And hope springs eternal, just over the rise
When I see my redeemer beckoning me
Oh row my ship over the waves of your sea
Let me find a safe port now and then
Don't let the dark one in your sanctuary
Until it's time to pack it in
O, row, row my ship
With the fire of your breath
And don't lay a broadside on your ship as yet
Blow ye warm winds
When it's chilly and wet
And don't come to soon yet
For collecting my debt
O Death, where is thy sting?
O Grave, where is thy victory?
O Life, you are a shining path
And hope springs eternal, just over the rise
When I see my redeemer beckoning me
Oh let me sail on
With my ship to the East
And keep my eye on the North Star
When the journey is no good for man or for beast
I'll be safe wherever you are
You might also likeJust let me sail into your harbor of lights
And there and forever to cast out my line
Give me my task
And let me do it right
And do it with all of my might | Country | 23 | 2 | 2,010 | null |
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2,505 | I’ll Buss ’Em U Punish ’Em | Canibus | [Intro: Canibus]
Yeah! I'll buss 'em, and you punish 'em
Uh! Yeah!
[Hook: Canibus & Rakim]
Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Ra! Lemme buss 'em! (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
C'mon, Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Yo, 'Bis, you can punish 'em)
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Yo! Yo! Now on some battlin' shit, my verbal lateral grip
Keeps my tongue glued to the ADAT when I'm trackin' my shit
Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips
And make you rappers have fits 'cause I'm back in the mix
Fuck a pad and a pen, write rhymes on a IBM
Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in
Canibus practices in a room with a thousand candles lit
Meditatin' on this rap shit
Because my freestyle reigns sovereign
With a deeper conscience than the prophet Muhammad was born with
My brain cavity is enormous
My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the seven chakras
While the right one harnesses darkness
The type of dark that makes a house haunted
The type of dark that niggas get lost in
The type of dark you fear when you dead in the coffin
I hear you talkin', but I ignore it
'Cause it's garbage and your rhyme's borin'
So keep standin' on the corner, the trash man'll collect you in the morning
Thug cats frontin', wacker than Blinky Blink
On the back of the Raptor Wagon babblin' about nothin'
Fuck that! Real Rugrats can get it on, black!
Meet me at The Tunnel where pussy niggas get mugged at!
So dark, you'll never see the blood splat
And you can't even react 'cause the trunk is where you keep your guns at
Now you on speed 'cause you too scared to come back
You can't even breathe, the weed suffocates your lung sacs
Fake MC's haul ass like they runnin' track
Wherever Canibus or Rakim is at!
You might also like[Hook: Canibus & Rakim]
Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
C'mon, Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Yo, 'Bis, lemme punish 'em)
[Verse 2: Rakim]
Be ready and at your best, the Celebrity Match of Death
Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest
Crack your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath
Then I ask the ref, "How many cats is left?"
One-on-one, who challengin'? Come get did
All I have is a pen and punishin' kids
Abdomen punctured in, look what I done to his wig
Wanna live? Then I stab 'em in the lung with his rib
Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine
Rematch wherever we meet at, any place, any time
Get your snot-box smashed with a nine, smacked with a rhyme
Push your forehead to the back of your mind
Try to explain what it's like seein' your brain
You insane, who's gonna ID the remains?
And then I reincarnate 'em, and kill 'em again
Again and again, again and again, c'mon
[Hook: Canibus & Rakim]
Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em)
C'mon, Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Yo, 'Bis, lemme punish 'em)
[Verse 3: Canibus & Rakim]
Yo! Yo! Yo! he started the battle with a grapple
The nigga had long hair
So I grabbed a handful and chopped him in the Adam's apple
His partner in back of you tried to attack you
So I'mma twist 'em up like a pretzel then I'mma tag you
I'm on some Stone Cold shit, warn your whole clique
Cartilage get torn until the whole bone split
Who wanna spit? Bang 'em quick, strangle 'em wit' his lip
Try to flip, leave his body danglin' by his hip
Ra, you left him danglin', I can't believe he tryna grapple again
I swing him around like I'm dancin' with him
Put his arms in back of his head and snap him again
Fractured his limbs and put him in the figure 6 subtracted from 10
Seven birds make 'em swerve 'til they vision is blurred
Turn cats that souped from superb to nerds
Just say the word, I'll leave your DNA on the curb
Then stick my dick in your ear, and fuck what you heard!
[Outro: Canibus & Rakim]
Lemme finish 'em (Nah! It's time to pin 'em)
Ra! Lemme finish 'em (Nah! I'ma pin 'em)
Nah! Lemme finish 'em (Nah! It's time to pin 'em)
C'mon, Ra! Lemme finish 'em (Nah, 'Bis, I'ma put an end to 'em)3 | Hip-HopRap | 18 | 7 | 2,000 | 13,908 |
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2,506 | Talkin’ Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues | Bob Dylan | [Verse 1]
Well, I saw it advertised one day
That the Bear Mountain picnic was coming my way
"Come along and take a trip
We'll bring you up there on a ship
Bring the wife and family
Bring the whole kids"
Yippee
[Verse 2]
Well, I run right down and bought a ticket
To this thing called the Bear Mountain picnic
Little did I realize
I was in for a pleasant, funny surprise
Had nothing to do with picnic
Didn't come close to a mountain
And I hate bears
[Verse 3]
Took the wife and kids down to the pier
There was six thousand people there
Everybody had a ticket for the trip
"Oh well," I said "it's a pretty big ship
Besides, anyhow, the more the merrier"
[Verse 4]
Well, we all got on, and what do you think?
That big old boat started to sink
More people kept a-piling on
That old ship was a-going down
Funny way to start a picnic
You might also like[Verse 5]
Well, I soon lost track of my kids and wife
So many people, I never saw in my life
That old ship was sinking down in the water
There was six thousand people trying to kill each other
Dogs a-barking, cats a-screaming
Women a-yelling, men a-flying, fists a-flying
Paper flying, cops a-coming, me a-running
Maybe we just better call off the picnic
[Verse 6]
I got shoved down, got pushed around
All I remember was a moanin' sound
Don't remember one thing more
All I remember is waking up on the shore
My arms and legs were broken
My feet were splintered
My head was cracked
I couldn't walk
I couldn't talk, smell, feel
Couldn't see
Didn't know where I was
I was bald
Quite lucky to be alive though
[Verse 7]
Well, feeling like I just climbed out of my casket
I grabbed back hold of my picnic basket
Took the wife and kids and started home
Wishing I'd never got up that mornin'
[Verse 8]
Now, I don't care just what you do
If you want a have a picnic, that's up to you
But don't tell me about it, I don't want to hear it
You see, I just lost all my picnic spirit
Stay in my kitchen, have my own picnic
Have a picnic in the bathroom
[Verse 9]
Well, it don't seem to me quite so funny
What some people are going to do for money
There's a brand new gimmick every day
Just to take somebody's money away
I think we ought to take some of these people
And put them on a boat, send them up to Bear Mountain
For a picnic2 | Rock | null | null | 1,962 | 5,107 |
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2,507 | The Sweetest Taboo | Sade | [Verse 1]
If I tell you, if I tell you now
Will you keep on, will you keep on loving me?
If I tell you, if I tell you how I feel
Will you keep bringing out the best in me?
[Chorus]
You give me, you give me the sweetest taboo
You give me, you're giving me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
[Verse 2]
There's a quiet storm and it never felt like this before
There's a quiet storm that is you
There's a quiet storm and it never felt this hot before
Giving me something that's taboo
(Sometimes I think you're just too good for me)
[Chorus]
You give me the sweetest taboo
That's why I'm in love in with you (with you)
You give me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
(Sometimes I think you're just too good for me)
[Verse 3]
I'd do anything for you, I'd stand out in the rain
Anything you want me to do, don't let it slip away
There's a quiet storm and it never felt like this before
There's a quiet storm, I think it's you
There's a quiet storm and I never felt this hot before
Giving me something that's taboo
You might also like[Chorus]
You give me the (you give me, you give me the) sweetest taboo
That's why I'm in love with you (with you)
You give me, keep giving me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
[Outro]
You've got the biggest heart
Sometimes I think you're just too good for me
Every day is Christmas, and every night is New Year's Eve
Will you keep on loving me
Will you keep on, will you keep on
Bringing out the best in me15 | Soul | 12 | 10 | 1,985 | 156,553 |
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2,508 | Stranded | The Walkmen | Throw another dime in me my friend
And I'll sing a song I know for thee
You don't want me
You can tell me
I'm the bigger man here
Oh it's true
You're all prettier now
Than the last time
But the words aren't coming through
And I'm stranded and I'm starry-eyed
Oh why, won't you wash out of me
There's broken glass all around my feet
Laid my plans so carelessly
What's the story
With my old friends
Drunk and lonely
To a man
How I love 'em all
As the days slip by
And they're all following my lead
Oh why, does the rain fall o'er
When I'm stranded and I'm starry-eyedSee The Walkmen LiveGet tickets as low as $59You might also like | Alternative | 14 | 9 | 2,010 | null |
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2,509 | Party in the U.S.A. | Miley Cyrus | [Verse 1]
I hopped off the plane at LAX
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess (Woah)
Am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time
Look to my right, and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous
[Pre-Chorus]
My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
And a JAY-Z song was on
And a JAY-Z song was on
And a JAY-Z song was on
[Chorus]
So I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah"
Movin' my hips like, "Yeah"
I got my hands up, they're playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be okay
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
You might also like[Verse 2]
Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody's lookin' at me now
Like, "Who's that chick that's rockin' kicks?
She gotta be from out of town"
So hard with my girls not around me
It's definitely not a Nashville party
'Cause all I see are stilettos
I guess I never got the memo
[Pre-Chorus]
My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the DJ dropped my favorite tune
And a Britney song was on
And a Britney song was on
And a Britney song was on
[Chorus]
So I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah"
Movin' my hips like, "Yeah"
I got my hands up, they're playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be okay
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
[Bridge]
Feel like hopping on a flight (On a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (Town tonight)
Something stops me every time (Every time)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright (Hey, hey)
[Chorus]
So I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" (N-n-n-noddin' my head)
Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" (Ooh, yeah)
I got my hands up, they're playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be okay (Gonna be okay)
Yeah (Na-na, na-na), it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
So I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away (Flying away)
I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" (Noddin' my head like, "Yeah")
Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" (Movin' my hips like, "Yeah")
I got my hands up, they're playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be okay (I'm gonna be okay)
Yeah (Yeah), it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha), it's a party in the U.S.A. 220 | Pop | 11 | 8 | 2,009 | 959,560 |
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2,511 | The Cave | Mumford & Sons | [Verse 1]
It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind
The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat
[Chorus]
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
[Verse 2]
'Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind
So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
See Mumford & Sons LiveGet tickets as low as $249You might also like[Chorus]
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
[Verse 3]
So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's land
[Chorus 2]
So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say
'Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be
[Chorus/Outro]
And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again29 | Alternative | 26 | 2 | 2,010 | 334,658 |
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2,515 | Angry World | Neil Young | Some see life as a broken promise
Some see life as an endless fight
They think they live in the age of darkness
They think they live in the age of Light
It's an angry world
And everything is gonna be all right
Yeah it's an angry world
Yeah it's an angry world
Some see life as hope eternal
Some see life as a business plan
Some will go to hell's inferno
For screwing up their life in freedom land
It's an angry world
For the business man and the fisher man
It's an angry world
And no doubt everything will go as planned
Yeah it's an angry world
Yeah it's an angry worldSee Neil Young LiveGet tickets as low as $217You might also like | Alternative | 28 | 9 | 2,010 | null |
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2,516 | Pyro | Kings of Leon | [Verse 1]
Single book of matches, gonna burn what's standing in the way
Roaring down the mountain, now they're calling on the fire brigade
Bury all the pictures, and tell the kids that I'm okay
If I'm forgotten, they'll remember me for today
[Chorus]
I, I won't ever be your cornerstone
I, I don't wanna be here holding on
[Verse 2]
All the black inside of me, is slowly seeping from the bone
Everything I cherish, is slowly dying or it's gone
Little shaken babies and drunkards seem to all agree
Once the show gets started it's bound to be a sight to see
[Chorus]
I, I won't ever be your cornerstone
I, I don't wanna be here holding on
I, I won't ever be your cornerstone
I
[Bridge]
Watch her roll, can you feel it?
Watch her roll, can you feel it?
Watch her roll, can you feel it?
Watch her roll, can you feel it?
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I, I won't ever be your cornerstone
I, I don't wanna be here holding on (Watch her roll)
I (Can you feel it?)
I won't ever be your cornerstone
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2,518 | Bullets In The Gun | Toby Keith | [Verse 1]
They used to call me lightning
I was always quick to strike
Had everything I own
In the saddles on my bike
I had a reputation
For never staying very long
Just like a wild and restless drifter
Like a cowboy in a song
[Verse 2]
I met a dark haired beauty
Where they lay the whiskey down
In southern Arizona
In a little border town
She had to dance for money
In that dusty old saloon
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
Played that girl a tune, yea
[Chorus]
Never see it coming
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
That fire in her eyes
Makes you come together
Like wild horses when they run
Now the cards are on the table and
The bullets in the gun
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She was sitting on my lap
We still had shots to kill
When a man pulled up
Who owned the bar
In a Cadillac DeVille
He grabbed her by her raven hair
And threw her on the floor
Said no free rides for the cowboys
That ain't what I pay you for, no
[Verse 4]
She jumped up and grabbed my pistol
Stuck it in the fat man's back
Said open up the safe
And put your money in the sack
Then tied his hands behind him
And put a blindfold on his eyes
Said if you're dumb enough to chase us, man
You're dumb enough to die
[Chorus]
Never see it coming
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
That fire in her eyes
Makes you come together
Like wild horses when they run
Now the cards are on the table and
The bullets in the gun, yeah
[Verse 5]
We rode across the border
Down into Mexico
When you're running from the law
Ain't that where everybody goes
We came to a town
With a name I could not spell
She gave me what I came for
In that Mexican motel
[Verse 6]
I woke up to sirens
And the sound of running feet
There were fifty Federales
Locked and loaded in the street
She grabbed my .44
I grabbed the money in the sack
She kissed me for the last time
And we headed out the back
[Bridge]
Every gun was on us
And every heartbeat pounded
There's only one thing left to do
When they got you all surrounded
She fired that old pistol
But we didn't stand a prayer
Money hit the gravel
Bullets filled the air
[Chorus]
Never see it coming
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
That fire in her eyes
Makes you come together
Like wild horses when they run
Now the cards are on the table and
The bullets in the gun
Bullets in the gun
Bullets in the gun
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