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2,699 | College Boy | J. Cole | [Verse 1]
It's hard to picture a nigga not getting money
J. Cole living bummy? Hahaha that shit is funny
I’m focused on that cash, I just laugh at them bastards
Eligible bachelor, finna get my Bachelor’s
And if this rap shit don’t work, I’m going for my Master’s
Still scouting hoes on the first day of classes
Keep up with the asses, keep up with the grades
A nigga straight A’s like the Braves
She got me in her dorm room, talking bout her room ain’t clean
And she wanna fuck, but wait until her roommate leaves
Now I could give a damn if her roommate seeing
'Cause if the girl get excited, she’s invited (haha)
[Hook]
If it's alright with you, yea, shit, then it's alright with me
If it's alright with you baby girl, then it's alright with me (uh)
And if it's alright with you shawty, then it's alright with me
Hey, and if it's alright with you, (yea, yea) then shit, it's alright with me
[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh, I hate to brag, well nah I don’t, the big man on campus
I gotta chick in every class that give a nigga glances
And if your ass is dumb you won’t even get a chance
'Cause I gotta chick in every class that give a nigga answers, yea
And if I hit ya shorty, keep it on the low
This shit just like high school, the people wanna know
I see you haters mad, but I ain’t mad at y’all niggas
We get ass like them basketball niggas, I’m ballin’
Got a Sidekick so them hoes don’t be callin’
Hit me on AIM, ay what’s your screen name?
When I start typing in, a nigga’s got some mean game, yea
And when I whip it out, shit she gonna think she seeing things, but
Back in Carolina I miss home badly (yeah)
It’s funny hoes I couldn’t have is tryna bag me
But I’m in the G with this freaky-ass Aggie
She said she want it from the back, gladly
You might also like[Hook]
If it's alright with you, yea, shit, then it's alright with me
If it's alright with you baby girl, then it's alright with me (uh)
And if it's alright with you shawty, then it's alright with me
Hey and if it's alright with you, (yea, yea) then shit, it's alright with me
[Verse 3]
I’m skipping class just to get some ass, living fast
In college but don't sleep, nigga, my jab quick as Zab's
So kill that old college gangsta shit we don't believe
You mad 'cause your girl on Facebook poking me, so uh
You know the G, I hit her up like “Hello Elle
I see you looking right the other day, LOL
So, what’s good with you?”
She hit me right back like “Shit, what’s good with you?”
You know I like that, so of course I write back
Hit her with some nice chat
Same night she in my room, lights off I strike that
Yeah I put game right, but that’s your wife, nigga take her
I bust then I kick her ass out to write a paper, yea (hahaha)
A nigga doing homework, drinking like a fish
It ain’t a weekend that I’m sober
Fighting hangovers on my way to my internship
And I forgot to study for my midterm, shit!
[Outro]
Hahahaha, wooo!
Ay, this is straight through, nigga
No, no fucking, no double takes
This is straight through the whole shit nigga
Check it out man, tryna tell y’all niggas man
College is a good look
A real good look, my nigga
For more reasons than one, man
Know they try to keep us out of that shit though
That shit like extra expensive
I got scholarships though, so you know I’m not sweating that
I feel for my niggas that couldn’t make it man
Ay Mike we in there baby, haha
Ay they can’t, they can’t keep us out the G my nigga, you know
Then we all make it, nah, we ain’t all make it
Shout out to my niggas, man
All my niggas, yo
Whether you graduated or not
Whether you made it to college or not, nigga
Fayettenam, yeah, yeah
Class of 2007 man
Holla at me
I’m going to grad school though, you know?6 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 5 | 2,007 | 56,599 |
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2,701 | Single Again | Trina | Yep Yep
I'm Back
I'm Back
Slip and Slide records
Again, again, again, again, again, again
Yea Yea Yea (ha ha)
Again, again, again, again, again, again
[Hook]
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought he was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought he was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again
You know how they do, how they act
See you with another man and they want you back
(whoo whoo) My ass still fat
(whoo whoo) they still
Checking for me, and never will you find another bitch like me, (like me) and I don't care what your
Friends say what we had was like Jay and Beyonce
Or was it all a dream
Back seat in the phantom sipping that lean (that lean)
We party like rock stars, we sex like porn stars, I'll take you a million bars
[Hook]
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought he was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought he was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again
You might also likeStop calling me apologizing, don't even start it
Hope you find what you looking for
Back on the market
Let's agree to disagree, don't explain shit to me
I got my own money, there's nobody I need I need I need my own space
I'm single again, who's who I'm mingling wit
Ball players center seats to the game
Ring side still doing my thing
Change my number, switch my cars up
Six months with you match my cars up
It all started so promising
Got my own diamonds so I gave him back the promise ring
[Hook]
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought he was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought he was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again
Hold up
Wait a got damn minute
It ain't over till I say we finish (we finish)
Till get my half, then I sit back, relax
And just laugh (ha ha)
At the times we shared, like flying over B-More, high in the G-4
Smoking on cali bud that's how a real G show a bitch cali love (cali love)
Sex in the cock pit, no love I was just another object (object)
You fell in love with my ass
King magazine you fell in love with my ad (my ad)
20 G's in the Prada bag (Prada bag)
And I'm about to ball out
Had to get my mind right I'm back in the lime light. Fellas!!!
Fellas!!!
[Hook]
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought he was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought he was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again
Diamond Princess
Yeah
I'm still the baddest bitch
Hahahaha2 | Hip Hop | 6 | 11 | 2,007 | 26,926 |
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2,703 | Streets Is Watchin | Young Money | [Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, uh-huh
David Banner on the beat, bitch
Hahaha
Young Money, Streets
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kimosabe
Bitches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy
Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And Simon say "go and get my motherfucking money"
Young Moolah bitch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
And I don't hunt birds but I'll shoot you in your mohawk
Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
Call me Mr. No Flaw
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills 'til I dose off
Wake up, grab the mic then I goes off
Too G for office, boss of all bosses
Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses
I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
We Louisianimals, watch me let the gators in
I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn
Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in
You might also like[Chorus: T-Streets]
I—I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that pointing-at-your-face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase, bitch
David Banner on the beat, ho
And I beat the beat up like Deebo
I—I—I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say: "The Streets Is Watchin'"
[Verse 3: Jae Millz]
I don't promise much but I promise you that it'll flow boy
Name Jake but you can call me Millz-bury Dough Boy
Silence on the nine but the chopper make more noise
But if the bitch scream, I'ma pop her, no noise
Bank account type solid, truck nice and brolic
The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard
You niggas ain't G's, you're gents and quite coward
But I'll put you higher than flight pilots
[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda]
I am petrifying, the metal turn to lightning
Burn through your clothes like an iron
I am no American Idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl, holla
Cash rules everything around me
So I'ma get the money, dollar, dollar bills and them hundreds
[Chorus: T-Streets]
I—I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that pointing-at-your-face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase, bitch
David Banner on the beat, ho
And I beat the beat up like Deebo
I—I—I got the game on TiVo...
[Verse 5: Nicki Minaj]
Ugh, yo, yo yo
I'm a bad, what—'bout to get a mani-ped'
I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plaxico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
Lewinsky, bitches, Young Money Monica
I been hot since Hedgehog—Sonic The
So could you pass me the keys to the Ton-i-ka?
I mean "Tonka"—that's the truck bitches
Fuck you and fuck all of you fuck bitches
Matter-fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape
[Chorus: T-Streets]
I—I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that pointing-at-your-face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase, bitch
David Banner on the beat, ho
And I beat the beat up like Deebo
I—I—I got the game on TiVo
So—So I guess you can say: "The Streets Is Watchin'"1 | Hip-Hop | 21 | 12 | 2,009 | 13,873 |
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2,704 | Shorty Wanna Ride | Young Buck | [Intro: Young Buck]
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
Aw you ain't never been to the Dirty Dirty befo'
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
C'mon ride wit Young Buck
[Hook: Young Buck]
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me) we can get low
Hop into the Chevy fo' do', blow dro
Wanna ride with me (Ride with me) let ya hair down
You said you wanna thug, don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me) we can get low
Hop into the Chevy fo' do', blow dro
Wanna ride with me (Ride with me) let ya hair down
You said you wanna thug, don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
My 24's spinnin, the sticker still on 'em
The same ol' hoes, but a nigga still want 'em
I'm parking lot pimpin, on another nigga woman
She pullin up her skirt, tryna show a nigga somethin
The car cloudy, my niggas all rowdy
This Hennessey den got a nigga drowsy, I'm outtie
Now where them hoes at, look I'm tryna take you home
So what you got ya girlfriend's, bitch bring 'em on
Oh I'm tryna break a bone, when I get in them drawls
To the window! - to the mothafuckin walls
What a nigga don't know won't hurt him
So if you got a old man, bitch I ain't worried
And I got plenty room, if you think you wanna roll
See this is what they made Cadillac Trucks fo'
Let's go, to a place, you ain't been down in the country
I bet I have you sayin, you love me
You might also like[Hook: Young Buck]
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me) we can get low
Hop into the Chevy fo' do', blow dro
Wanna ride with me (Ride with me) let ya hair down
You said you wanna thug, don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me) we can get low
Hop into the Chevy fo' do', blow dro
Wanna ride with me (Ride with me) let ya hair down
You said you wanna thug, don't be scared now
My shorty wanna ride
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
My chain gotta brain, the liquor gotta right
It's aight cause, you could be my wife, but only for tonight
Get ya ass on this bike, I could show you I'mma rider
The 600 Coupe, wit the ol' school wider
Giovanni rims, wit Perelli's on the tires
They said 22's wouldn't fit, but they liars
We could take a trip to the hood and back
And we could go and get a room, how hood is that
What'cha waitin on shorty, this a chance of ya ife
What I mean, what I see, in them jeans, what I like
You don't know what you missin, just quit talkin and listen
See I'm holdin up traffic, we just right here sittin
Think about it for I bounce, and you holla I'm wrong
And you see ya best friend, in this Impala on chrome
If you ballin, and ya money long, you can relate
But all them broke ass niggas gon' hate
[Hook: Young Buck]
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me) we can get low
Hop into the Chevy fo' do', blow dro
Wanna ride with me (Ride with me) let ya hair down
You said you wanna thug, don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me) we can get low
Hop into the Chevy fo' do', blow dro
Wanna ride with me (Ride with me) let ya hair down
You said you wanna thug, don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
[Bridge: Young Buck]
Make it bounce if you want too, freak if you want too
G-Unit in this bitch all daaaay (What you gon' do)
Buck if you bout that, I could make 'em bounce back
G-Unit in this bitch all daaaay (Where the South at)
Bounce if you want too, freak if you want too
G-Unit in this bitch all daaaay (What you gon' do)
Buck if you bout that, I could make 'em bounce back
G-Unit in this bitch all daaaay (Where the South at)
[Hook: Young Buck]
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me) we can get low
Hop into the Chevy fo' do', blow dro
Wanna ride with me (Ride with me) let ya hair down
You said you wanna thug, don't be scared now
Shorty wannaride with me (Ride with me) we can get low
Hop into the Chevy fo' do', blow dro
Wanna ride with me (Ride with me) let ya hair down
You said you wanna thug, don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
[Outro: Young Buck]
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me (Ride with me)1 | Hip-HopRap | 26 | 8 | 2,004 | 16,824 |
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2,705 | Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber | Wu-Tang Clan | [Skit]
[Raekwon]
Yo, Meth, hold up, hold up
Yo, Meth, where my Killer tape at, God?
First of all, where my
Where the fuck is my tape at?
[Method Man]
Yo, son, I ain't got that piece, son
[Raekwon]
How you ain't got my shit when I let you hold it, man?
[Method Man]
Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts, kid
The shit just came up missin', son
[Raekwon]
Come on, man, that don't got nothin' to do with my shit, man
Come on, man, go head with that shit, man
[Method Man]
Come on, man, I'll buy you four more fuckin' Killer tapes, man
[U-God]
[banging on the door] Ayo! Ayo!
See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Raekwon]
Open the door, man! What the fuck, man?
Yo, what? What's up?
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo, God, word is bond, yo
Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God!
[U-God]
Word to mother!
[Ghostface Killah]
Word life, God
You know Shameek from fuckin' 212, God?
The nigga just got bucked
Niggas in a black Land, God, word is bond
Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God
Word is bond I'm comin' to get my Culture Cipher, God
And they just... word is bond
Crazy shots just went the fuck off, God
[U-God]
Niggas let off crazy shots, kid
[Ghost]
The nigga layin' there like a fuckin' newborn fuckin' baby, God
[U-God]
Word up!
[Meth]
Is he dead?
[Ghost]
Is he fuckin' dead?
What the fuck you mean is he fuckin' dead, God?
[U-God]
What the fuck kind of question is that, B? Fuck you think?
[RZA]
Easy, easy
[Ghost]
The nigga layin' there with his fuckin'...
All types of fuckin' blood comin' out of his fuckin'...
[U-God]
(sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead?
[Ghost]
Yo, God, what's up, God? It's the God, God, word is bond
Yo, what's up? I'm ready to fuckin' lay...
I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up?
[Rae]
Yo, let's go do what we got...
[U-God]
What's up, yo?
[Rae]
Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it
[U-God]
Yo, we out or what, man?
[Ghost]
It's the God, God, fuck that, man
[U-God]
You sayin' we out?
[Meth]
They probably took the tape
[Ghost]
What the fuck?
[Rae]
Nigga still sweatin' the tape, man
[Ghost]
What the fuck is you talkin' about? Get the fuck outta here!
[Rae]
Fuckin' corn!
[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan]
Good Morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' knotty-headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle?
Bring that fuckin' meth in here!
Yo, yo, yo
Now we gonna drink some good Night train
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack ya like a pit, then, lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But givin' you more and more like "Ding!"
Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs
Killa Beez attack, flippin' what? Murder one phat tracks, aight?
I kick it like a Nike Flight
Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite
Check the method from Bedrock
'Cause I rock your head to bed just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break ya down
Raw sound, goin' to war right now
So, yo, bombin', We-Usually Take-All-Niggas-Garments
Save your breath before I vomit!
[Verse 2: Method Man]
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
A-yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas, save the beef for the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical!
The fuck you wanna do on this mic piece, duke?
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls
Now, who's the fuckin' man? Meth-Tical
[Break: Method Man (Inspectah Deck)]
On the chessbox
"Wu-Tang style"
[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags
My rap style has the force to leave ya lost like the Tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man
From the bad lands of the Killa
Rap fanatic, representin' with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear
The Shooby Doo-Wop pop, strictly hardware
Armed and geared 'cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system for murderin' the rhythm
Now, lo and behold another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode!
[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
Slammin' a hype-ass verse 'til your head burst!
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fast and quick to blast in hard rock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox
I'm hot! Top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
Flashbacks how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat
If I die, my seed'll be ill like me
Approachin' me, yo, out of respect, chops to neck
I get vexed, like crashin' up a phat-ass Lex
So, clear the way! Make way! Yo! Open the cage!
Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave
[Verse 5: RZA]
You gettin' stripped from your garments, boy, run your jewels
All the meth got me open like Fallopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck!
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through your navel
Suspenseful force bein' brought through my utensil
The pencil, I bring strong winds up against you
Havoc, then run through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
[Verse 6: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
A-a-a-ah-ah, are you a warrior, killer? Slicin' shit like a samurai?
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar!
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin' at your ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss
Niggas be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves
Rhymes they be kickin' make me wanna kick they fuckin' ass to the curb
Boy got funky fresh like the Old Specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, Unique, drop that science!
[Verse 7: GZA]
My-My-My-My clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya, slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master
Killer style jumped off in Killa Hilla
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like gettin' smashed by a cinder block
PAOW! Now it's all over
Niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars and green clovers34 | Hip-Hop | 9 | 11 | 1,993 | 553,673 |
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2,707 | 9 Piece (Original) | Rick Ross | [Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He want a quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Suave house, still independent
Distribution Mexican, he still sending
No contract, take my word
Send a hundred packs bitch, them my birds
Shoe box, no shoes in 'em
In the two seater, me and two women
No Def Jam, went solo
Took the custies prices solo
[Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He want a quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Verse 2: T.I.]
It's the king young gunner
Hotter than a sauna in the summer
Nigga think I'm playing round if you wanna
Bring the thunder and the lightening
Like a sighting if you try me
On my Warren Buffet shit
That monkey shit behind me
You want a square, nigga, you know where to find me
Don't call me on my cell
You tryna send a pimp to jail
If you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
Uncut, rocked up, got tan and pale yeah
Hey let me send a little message to my enemies
You nigga get to telling have 'em buried 'fore they sentence me
Come to ATL, hit any trap bet they remember me
Billionaire swag with a dope boys energy
[Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He want a quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I'm going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
I'm on the road, lets buy some new whips
Trick a hundred hoes, spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
Bitch I'm blowing up like Napalm
Got your bottom bitch going AWOL
Nigga's looking at ya like you fell off
No sir, not me
I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari
Bullet proof, nigga, Teflon
Why you snorting that, that shit stepped on
[Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He want a quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls10 | Hip-HopRap | 24 | 12 | 2,010 | 63,746 |
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2,709 | In tha Park | Ghostface Killah | [Produced by Frank Dukes]
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
One, two
Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback
With the different color records they had back in the days
You know what I mean? The belt-driven turntables, the Technic joints
(With the slipmats)
Put nickels on the needles so the motherfuckin' record won't jump
The needle won't skip and shit
Gettin' juice from the fuckin' light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!
[Verse 1: Ghostface]
Aye, yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Bombing the D train and hit the Bronx up
Krylon bandits attack, Planet Rock, Bambaataa
Peace to Pelan discovering rap
And the DJ that made the first scratch
Paved the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats
See, this rap shit came at a time that was accurate
Twenty-something years later, I mastered it
Seen light poles get used for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late, I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
"Impeach the Pres", "Apache", and "Just Begun"
Otis Redding, "Tramp"
The music stopped, guess the system blew out one of his amps
It'd take a little while, then it come back on
Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, that's all
Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber
"Check one two, one two", that's my favorite
Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale
Little pink joints being lit up on the side
Couple niggas had two fives
Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot five
Girls wore they Lees and jellies
Jordache and Lees, Tale Lords fit the fellys
Samster Barons and Kangol buckets, BVD's
Go with the Sergio's like, fuck it
Seen the stamp on that Crazy Eddie
Niggas coming back from the Funhouse dusted
Throwing bubbles on the wall
You might also like[Hook: Ghostface]
We must remind you
Where this rap come from
Yes my brother, my sister
It's our duty, we must remind you
Hip hop was set out in the park
We used to do it out in the dark
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Yo, it all started at the After Midnight, Philly, but walk with me
Mad niggas coming down from New York City
Prolly hit the skating rink USA
Banging Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "PSK"
I remember shells, Gazelles, top tens, and lottos
Mega design, reefer smoke, Coqui nine bottles
[Entire wore velours, call the boys with the Lucci wore?]
84's from Atlantic City Gucci store
Linoleum break dancing, Rust-Oleum cans
I put the writing on the wall signed, "Truly yours"
Philly smashed '87 Music Seminar
Out on the battlefield like Pat Benatar
Kick the ball with Krown Rulers out of Camden
People Patty Duke-ing in the party, all cramped in
Around the time Flav started cold lamping
"Rebel Without a Pause" was the street anthem
Old Memorex cassette, tape collections
Bright spotlights on all the fights at the Spectrum
When the Fresh Fest come, leather bombers and sheepskins
Brothers would bust they guns to get one
MC Breeze, Disco C, Jazzy Jeff
Cash Money and Miz and Lady B
Everybody banging "Sucker MC's" in '83
I was South Philly like St. Charles and Crazy D
Them wild North Side Puerto Ricans would snuff you
Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, pumping the Tuff Crew
I used to follow my cousin, he was a buck too
"Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, fuck you!"
I been a G since a little kid
Sticking my head up into somebody's dollar party, getting into shit
And late nights, shoulda been in bed
Instead, I was running round with them downtown lemonheads
A little man, hanging where them grown women is
Under thirteen, seeing real strong images
And that's the reason for my real rap penmanship
That's where I started it, and that's where I'mma finish it
[Hook]10 | Hip-HopRap | 21 | 12 | 2,010 | 15,669 |
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2,710 | AssMilk | Tyler, The Creator | [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, Earl Sweatshirt]
Uh, addicts arise when I arrive
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Fat sack of knives in the passenger side
Bitch, reach for the door, get your access denied
I'm not an asshole, I just don't give a fuck a lot
The only time I do is when a bitch is screaming "Tyler, stop!"
The big bad wolf; to me, you're just a minor fox
Red Riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock
We the niggas you scared of like bad dentists
Flow is anthemic, dirty like it's plants in it
Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis
To have a bitch ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit
Your whole gang'll be diminished, bunch got the Brady's in it
Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it
Fuck rap, I'll be a landlord so I can rape the tenant's daughter
Leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it
Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carri—
[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Earl Sweatshirt]
"Augh! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, stop!"
"Why did you do that?"
"Say sorry, say sorry!"
"Sorry! I'm sorry as fuck!
"Say sorry!"
"I'm sorry as fuck, ow, ow!"
"Say sorry!"
"I'm sorry! Don't look at this!"
"Say sorry"
"Don't look at this, ow stop!"
"Say sorry!"
"Ow! Stop 'fore you fuck something up!"
"Say, "Sorry!"
"Say, "Sor-"
"Sorry, sorry—Uncle!"
"I fucked this nigga eye up man haha"
You might also like[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator, Earl Sweatshirt]
Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carriers
Jim Carrey her to the cemetery to bury her
Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her
After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
Took karate, mommy told me "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta learn her
I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, Ike Turner
Over, sloppy seconds is my preference
Except for when I'm feeding on the flesh of a pedestrian
Nessy loch monster stop Will he though? Probably not
Silly hoes lick my balls like FIFA lollipops
Get the certain tingle, eating Häagen-Dazs
With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle
Watch an Animal Planet document on the Eagles
In the flyest '06 Supreme beanie, Sigel
Your grind's feeble, I'm regal, really, I'm Willy Smith
I am Legend, a snicker dick in a vanilli chick
Come take a stab at it faggot, I pre-ordered your casket
This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit
Hat is always forest so the bitches call me Gump
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
Fuck her in a Hummer while I rape her then I put her in a slumber
It's not a figure of speech when I tell you that I dumped her
Known narcissists, sipping on arsenic
Carved carcasses in the garage, don't park in it
Hard as finding retarded kids at Harvard
It's Wolf Gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit
Over the edge, yeah I hide in a potato sack
'Cause I'm cold as ice like Anasia when she fucking Traq
I'm the type to put you down to bring myself up
So when I rape a bitch I hold her down and get my best nut
The reincarnation of '98 Eminem
60 Crip and Grizzly and some RMK Denim
Pay attention I'm stabbing your women friends, like a gentleman
Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again
White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like
At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike
Fuck it, moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton
Oxymoron like buff faggots playing sissy dikes
This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop
Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt
Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing
I hate gays, gangbangers and fucking jerkers
Unless it's gay gangbangers, that's fucking jerkers
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, I'm not gay, faggot
Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wu-Tang banging in your system
Probably banging in your sister
With my children swimming in her system
Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo
You don't fucking skate, take off that box logo63 | Unknown | 25 | 12 | 2,009 | 583,265 |
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2,712 | K-I-SS-I-N-G | Nas | [Chorus]
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
[Verse 1]
She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless
Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this
Showed me how excitin' life is
I used to hang around dudes that use ice picks
The sheistiest, put you on they heist list
How we met must've been fate
First date — crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak
She kept askin' questions how the cash made, how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed, and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raised, kids someday
Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
I can get with that
I drop you off home, I call, you hit me back
I wanna dig that, and did I? I did that
Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids at
You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats
You precious, more precious than lost treasure
Matter of fact, I'm kinda hopin' we can stay together, word
You might also like[Chorus]
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
[Verse 2]
I see you dressed up in white, face covered in veil
Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin' rice
And it's the day that your father give you away
To a real man that gently put the ring on your hand
Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
Now, look me in my eyes and say, "I do"
Drivin' off in the Rolls Royce, just married on the plates
We can spend our honeymoon in the States
You can throw your friend the bouquet
Somethin' in the back of my head say, "Why us two?"
Maybe 'cause I love you
Hug you, squeeze you, touch you, tease you
As long as we together, it's heaven for me to please you
Won't stop 'til I tell you me to, beautiful
Deeper and harder, love layin' new with you
Runnin' my fingers through your hair
It's like days can go by while I'm with you, and I won't even care, word
[Chorus]
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
[Verse 3]
She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, papi's
Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas
Thug ones to those soft as baby shit
She been with hoodlums, and those who had crazy chips
'Til one day she decided to flip
It was nuttin' I can do about it, like she the boss and shit
Started talkin' this divorcin' shit
I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake half my car
Half my kids? Can't get that
Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that
Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that
All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass
Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look
With a fine-ass body and a damn good cook
For some reason, yo, she had me stuck, and I had her in my web too
You my queen, God bless you
[Chorus]
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G3 | Hip-Hop | 6 | 4 | 1,999 | 54,971 |
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2,713 | Loose Change (50 Cent & Eminem Diss) | Ja Rule | [Intro]
These faggot ass niggas
Ayo Buck, word to mother
YO, THEY HAD YOUNG MALCOLM SILENCED TOO LONG BABY
THEY CAN'T FUCKIN' HOLD ME DOWN NIGGA
The fuck these niggas thought
It's the I.N.C., nigga
It's Murda
M.I.B. NIGGA
MURDER INC. BOSSES, motherfuckers
Ja Rule, haha
Ayo Buck
Turn this shit up in my motherfuckin' headphones
Turn me up niggas
Fuck these faggots, haha
It's real nigga
Yeah
It's real nigga (ayo, word to mother)
(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT),
Yeah, (FEMINEM I'MA SLAP THE SHIT OUTTA YOU BITCH),
MURDER INC., NIGGAAAASSSS
[Verse 1]
How many niggas hold they heat like Rule
Sidearm, barrel in mouth to blow your head out to the south
And let little J get to airin' ya out
And if there's any change left
I toss you on down to the west
And let (westside) Tha Row ride down on ya
California Love is what you crave, so on your grave
It's gonna read: "Here lie 50, who snitched on many (snitch)
That half a dollar, that nickel, them dimes, and died like penny" (yeah)
And Murder Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
To Aftermath and Shady, Interscope and Jimmy Iovine
Ya know your team (you ain't safe nigga) they really some peons
Gettin peed on and linked on
I'm talkin' about faggot ass gay Dre Young
And Suge told me all about how you used to take transvestites home (faggot)
And occasionally wear thongs
No wonder Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps and tight little dresses
My pumps they leave big messes
And I know the Truth Hurts when I bust reckless
Battle of the sexes, is that a woman or a man?,
I really don't care to stand, but 50 you gon' get shot again
By the M-U-R-E-D-R Inc. (niggaaaa),
I'm the rapper that sings, totes guns and blings
And these Fed's can't discuss 'em
'Cause Lighty's violatin us, usin' his powderpuff
(Fuck you Lighty) cryin' bitch to Russell, like
See Ja Rule LiveGet tickets as low as $58You might also like[Beat Switch]
[Verse 2]
They shootin'
Ah Chris ya shook,,
And got Bus rhymin' the same ol' hook, like
They shootin', I ain't shoot up ya land
I oughta put ya in the coroner van
Like my nigga J-MUAH!,,,
The dandruff Vanquish should be the get away car
When I clap at y'all broads
And Em, what's the durag for?
You never gon' have waves, you'll never know black pain
But you could become the first white rapper slain
Just get your money man
The Inc. is runnin' thangs, hideout wit Loose Change
And you nigga, I'ma send you to mommy
With strict orders from Gotti to hide the body
And Dre, your day's comin' too, 'cause I got a team of misfits
That squat and handle they business 'cause
I'm shootin', at all y'all niggas
And Lil' Mo, you just one of them bitches
That ain't had a hot song in how long, never
Your better off wit a dick in your mouth, shut up,
Em, you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's Hailie gon' be when she grows up?,
[Outro]
MURDA!
Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IT IS
MURDA!
Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IT BE
MURDA!
Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IT IS
MURDA!
I.N.C10 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 4 | 2,003 | 143,453 |
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2,715 | Back Down | 50 Cent | [Intro]
Woo
Yeah
G-G-G-G-G-Unit (G-Unit)
Haha
[Chorus]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go, both coasts with toast
East side, west side, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see a OG
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
[Verse 1]
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin', little nigga, now listen (Yeah)
Your mammy, your pappy, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty-ass kids, I'll fucking erase 'em
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard (Yeah)
Knowing that if you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard (Ah)
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle (Haha)
I eat you for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful 'cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from your hood, you have no history (Uh-huh)
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot, haha (Haha), pussy
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go, both coasts with toast
East side, west side, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see a OG
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
[Verse 2]
"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja little punk ass thinking out loud
South side 'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the Cookie Monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You're never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah or Crack Child
Them niggas there just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm back, better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys saying, "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now y'all stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own bad guy (Bad guy)
[Chorus]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go, both coasts with toast
East side, west side, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see a OG
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
[Verse 3]
I ain't gon' tell nobody you pussy
I ain't gon' tell nobody you getting extorted (Nah, it ain't over, G-Unit)
I've been patiently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired cops to hold you down 'cause you fear for your life
But you done heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier, nigga (They not gon' like you)
I know, I know, haha (G-Unit)
[Outro: Alex Thomas]
Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja, okay?
Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture
They better not put they hands on Jeffrey, okay?
'Cause first of all, they do not know that I am a twelve degree pink belt, okay?
I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery, okay?
'Cause, see, they don't know me, Delicious
Do they know me? Okay, I thought so
'Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him
And I will Jet Li his ass, wa-ta!40 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 2 | 2,003 | 283,813 |
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2,716 | Love Me or Hate Me Remix | Lady Sovereign | [Lady Sovereign]
Yeah!!
It's officially the biggest midget in the game
I dunno
Make way for the S-O-Veeeeeeeee!
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then - thank you
If you hate me then - fuck you!
[Missy Elliott]
I'm ridin like a Range Rover, bitch move over
Wear mo' ice than the bears in the polar
Off my shoulders - ice, baby
Don't the jewelry look - nice, baby
I don't really give a WHAAAT
I tell 'em all they can kiss my BUTT
I got three groupies up in the CLUB
And they payin for the tab, pick it UP
I'm a lover, I don't need to fight
Give me time and I'll blow your mind
If you give me two secs to blow your mind
Yeah five plus five, yeah, I'm a dime
Yeah I got twelve cars and I'm a star, okay kay?
Them seven digits numbers that's the cash in my baaaank
I write, I sing, and I do my, do my, do my thing
I dance, romance, and Lady Sovereign tell 'em how it is
You might also like[Hook]
[Lady Sovereign]
Stars whine, hair to the side
Came roll up like adidas - three stripe
No one got craps like mine
When I step you see that shit shine
I don't show flesh but I'm so fresh to death
But when I wake up early early I got that dirty mornin breath
Whoops! Might burp in your face again
My friend don't get offended, mm-kay?
I'm the realest girl in the game and no I ain't pretendin
Yeah I got no car but I'm a star okay?
Them seven digits numbers well umm, they're not that far away
Alright, I don't sing, but I do my thing
I don't dance, I just grin, Missy Elliot and Sovereign
[Hook]
[Lady Sovereign]
Love me or hate me, love me or hate me
Love me or hate me.. ah ha ha
HA!!!
[Repeat 2X]
So I can't dance and I really can't sing, yeah
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign
[Hook] - 2X
[Repeat 2X]
Love me or hate me, love me or hate me
Love me or hate me, love me or hate me
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign2 | DanceElectronic | 31 | 10 | 2,006 | null |
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2,717 | Killer | Nipsey Hussle | [Verse 1: Drake]
Look
I let the beat bang I don't claim colors
Honestly, the honesty is why the game love us
My women either centerfolds or on the main covers
Stunt so hard I make these niggas hate summer
And pray for winter but when it's winter time
I'm still waitin' on these niggas at the finish line
We just took our first trip to the Amalfi coast
Couple days on the beach then it's adios (Killa)
Just look at what I done alone
You will swear we planted trees the way the money's grown
We been busy like some bees no honeycomb
And you could prolly feel the breeze when the money's blown
Pardon my towel and flip flop phase
I'll never be the reason that a bitch got paid
Even when I'm not functioning in tip-top shape
I could bench as much as hip hop weighs
Drizzy
[Chorus: Drake]
Uh
I'm tryna bring it home
Even if I gotta do it on my own
I'm a muhfuckin' killa, killa, killa, killa
Uh
And I'm the one to blame
Now that I'm around shit will never be the same
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa, nigga
You might also like[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Listen, look
Before rap my last name was my lifestyle
And when I visualize success it look like right now
What was once gray skies is now white clouds
And I did it with the ones that y'all said was not the right crowd
Follow my steps and you'll see what I'm 'bout
I keep my money coming in and never going out
From Chuck Taylors on the pavement with the blamma's out
Then I hit the league straight out the streets with no talent scout
And now my face bring the cameras out
That young nigga these industry bitches yap about
You know the one the cops bump you up and ask about
All because I took my wildest dreams and then mapped 'em out
I go for mine like it's overtime
Me and my niggas had to struggle so we over shined
Been fucked bitches I been on my grind
'Cause on a mission, your worst enemy is idle time
Hussle
[Chorus: Drake]
I'm tryna bring it home
Even if I gotta do it on my own
I'm a muhfuckin' killa, killa, killa, killa
Uh
And I'm the one to blame
Now that I'm around shit will never be the same
I'm a killa, killa, killa, killa, nigga6 | Hip-Hop | 20 | 8 | 2,009 | 103,465 |
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2,718 | Song for the Ville | J. Cole | [Verse 1]
Aye baby tell me have you ever seen a nigga chasin' dreams
Leavin' everything he love behind to make this cream
Kisses his momma on the cheek, say, don't worry I'll be back
I gotta get you out this shit, I'm a hurry, I'll speed back
You see, that's the type of shit the boy be thinkin' when he dreamin'
And he don't pay no mind to them niggas that's disagreein'
Sayin', nigga, is you crazy
Them same ones that's talkin' be the same ones not doin' shit
Aye, nigga is you lazy
Or is you scared to follow dreams
I know you gotta have one
The opportunities be in yo' face
You gotta grab one nigga
But while you're bullshittin'
I'll be woodgrippin' gettin' wealthy
On the road to riches, God help me
I'll holla at ya'll niggas when I see you, wouldn't wanna be you
Cause you fear what I don't, see this here is what I want
So I'm a get it poppin', I'm rockin' despite the obstacles
Look, my nigga what you call impossible is possible
[Refrain]
Aye, tell my niggas to keep they heads up
We made it too damn far just to give it up
And we way too strong
This is a song for the Ville
Yeah, yeah
And baby don't cry, you know I'm comin' back
I did it for the city, gotta get up on the map
And I know we gon' shine
This is a song for the Ville, yeah
You might also like[Verse 2]
I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressin', I know it's temporary
Starin' at my granny obituary
She almost made it to eighty before they buried
Damn, can't even tell you I'm sure I'll to make it to 30
Cause you never know, sometimes life takes a turn for the worst
Is you holdin' on to will, or did you let it go
Heaven knows I'm tryna hold on
So every night I pray and hope my life is prolonged
The journey seemed so long but hold up
Don't take me up
I got big dreams nigga, ya'll can't wake me up
Life's a bitch but death don't break me up, I got too much to live for
It seems too many niggas die with way too much potential
Gotta get up out this trap even if I got to scrap
I'll lay a nigga down flat before I'll let him hold me back
Ya see I ain't afraid of obstacles
But what you niggas call impossible is possible
Yeah, so aye
[Refrain]
Aye, some niggas take they life for granted, wastin' time
Time is money my nigga, I cannot waste a dime
Or a minute, too much business to handle to be sleepin'
Too much spinach to eat for niggas beefin'
So I'm out here trick or treatin', can my niggas comprehend
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, motherfucker let me in
Stop hatin' that's a sin, why these niggas so sinful
I guess they hate to love a nigga, yes it's that simple
As I ride through the city, feelin' lucky to be breathin'
I know a couple peers that didn't make it to the season, pour it out
See I believe that things happen for a reason, no doubt
Strange times, as I watch these niggas throw they gang signs, and they strapped
Crips or Blood, nigga we all black
From the same city, the same schools we was taught at
Aye fuck the drawbacks and obstacles
Man what them teachers call impossible is possible nigga, yeah
[Refrain]3 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 4 | 2,011 | 28,727 |
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2,719 | Knock Knock | Mac Miller | [Intro]
Bum, ba bum
This is gonna feel real good, a'ight?
Most Dope
Everybody please put a thumb in the air (Hey, hey)
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four
Some crazy-ass kids gonna knock up on your door, so
Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (Hey)
One, two, three, four
Some crazy-ass kids gonna knock up on your door, so
Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (Hey)
[Verse 1]
I feel like a million bucks
But my money don't really feel like I do
And from the ground, I built my own damn buzz
People was amazed I was still in high school
But now I'm out, and money what I'm 'bout
Tryna get so much that I can't keep count
New kicks give me cushion like whoopie
Keep a smile like an Eat'n Park cookie
Everything good, I'm white boy awesome
Up all night, Johnny Carson
I ain't got a Benz, no, just a Honda
But tryna get my money like an Anaconda
Real, real long, cross the country
Smoke joints in the whip, no cop can bust me
Drive into the stage, they applaud and scream
All them pretty little girls come and flock with me
Yeah, I rock the beat
You might also like[Chorus]
One, two, three, four
Some crazy-ass kids gonna knock up on your door, so
Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (Hey)
One, two, three, four
Some crazy-ass kids gonna knock up on your door, so
Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (Hey)
[Verse 2]
And I like my rhymes witty, all my dimes pretty
If you got weed, you can come fly with me
I don't take pity on them silly little hoes
Milli Vanilli but this is really how it goes
Mouth my words, don't say shit
Shh, shut up, bitch, and ride this dick
I'm just playing, let's have a ball
All we need is some weed, hoes and alcohol, hey
Don't forget it when I'm wreckin' the etiquette for the hell of it
Smellin' it when the L is lit, I'm flyer than a pelican
Young fresh, but I'm so damn intelligent
Girls givin' brains 'cause I'm acting like a gentleman
In deeper than the water Michael Phelps was in
Finna have a party, baby, you can tell your friends
We the type, lookin' right, still settin' trends
Fuck a job, I'ma get these dead presidents
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four
Some crazy-ass kids gonna knock up on your door, so
Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (Hey)
One, two, three, four
Some crazy-ass kids gonna knock up on your door, so
Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (Hey)
[Bridge]
Not a day, goes by when I ain't gettin' high
They wonder why don't I go get myself a job
So I can make, them bucks, but I don't give a fuck
No, I feel great
Bitch, I feel great
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four
Some crazy-ass kids gonna knock up on your door, so
Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (Hey)
One, two, three, four
Some crazy-ass kids gonna knock up on your door, so
Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (Hey)34 | Hip-HopRap | 13 | 8 | 2,010 | 180,938 |
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2,720 | Wave Ya Hand | Nicki Minaj | [Chorus]
Wave ya hand if you look good
Throw some shade if you look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Anyway, bitch, I look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Throw some shade if you look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Anyway, bitch, I look good (Uh-huh, yo, yo)
[Verse 1]
Now tell them bitches anyway
'Cause we don't care what none of them gyal affi say
You can't stop me, I'ma fulfill the prophecy
I do it, I did it, the proper way
On my property, now watch how we operate
Bottles on ice, the bottles is on ice
The VIP lights is hittin' us just right
So if you gettin' money, just throw it up in the air
Yeah, hands in the air like I was your puppeteer
'Cause I, I, I, I am Zolanski
Some call me Barbie, yes, I'm life-size
Yes, I am humble, yes, but why lie?
I am the reason why these girls go bye-bye
[Chorus]
Wave ya hand if you look good
Throw some shade if you look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Anyway, bitch, I look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Throw some shade if you look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Anyway, bitch, I look good (Uh, yo)
You might also like[Verse 2]
Okay, now, this right here could get me in trouble
'Cause when I say I ball, I don't mean in a huddle
I'm always in the lime, I never do nothin' subtle
'Cause it's Pink Friday, ho, that's their rebuttal
My two guns up, let's blaze it, let's go
I keep a lot of money up in the Escrow
And when I'm at the game, I'm in the best row
I am the baddest bitch up in the pet store
'Cause I, I, I, I am Onika
And these shoes here mean fashionista
'Cause these don't come out 'til it's Easter
I'm VIP bound with Leighton Meester
[Chorus]
Wave ya hand if you look good
Throw some shade if you look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Anyway, bitch, I look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Throw some shade if you look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Anyway, bitch, I look good
[Bridge]
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah yah yah, yah yah, yah, yah, yah yah, yah
[Chorus]
Wave ya hand if you look good
Throw some shade if you look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Anyway, bitch, I look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Throw some shade if you look good
Wave ya hand if you look good
Anyway, bitch, I look good7 | Hip-Hop | 23 | 2 | 2,011 | 19,617 |
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2,721 | Gold Watch | Lupe Fiasco | [Break]
(Oh, give the drummer some, yeah, yeah)
(Oh, give the drummer some, yeah, yeah)
(Oh, give the drummer some, yeah, yeah)
(Oh, give the drummer some, yeah, yeah)
[Intro]
Let's peruse the essentials of Cool
A brief study on the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than lobbies of Ws
A disclaimer, just a rhymer, no credentials from a school (now)
Let's peruse the essentials of Cool
A brief study on the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than lobbies of Ws
A disclaimer, just a rhymer, no credentials from a school
[Verse 1]
In my Fall of Rome jeans, my Head Porter wallet
My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Chen CLOT
Shit might not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black fingernails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowledge: man, you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics, I was taking them to school
One of Jay-Z boys, now I'm skating in your pool
Not to be rude, I'm just hating on your rules
Like a young 50, I'm on my world tour
Good morning, Singapore, I'm bringing the sun with me
From the Robert Taylor homes to Africa's slum cities
I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies
Parisian sensibility, so stay out the vicinity of...
You might also like[Chorus 1]
Yeah, yeah, them niggas over there, it's just
Yeah, yeah, now look at what I wear
Got my gold watch and my gold chain
With my fancy car and my diamond ring
With my fancy broad and she foreign
So it's no words and it's no slang
And I'm no trick and I'm no lame
It's just so slick that she's so game, and it's
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, it's just
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, it's just
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, it's just
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, and it's
[Verse 2]
I like Diptyque candles and Maharishi sandals and
Dita sunglasses, Purple Murder Service samples
I like False T-shirts Dover Street is off the handle
Such a good designer, Junya Watanabe, god damn you
I like Yohji Yamamoto and a Max Roach solo
Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos
I like Montblanc pens and Moleskine paper
I like Goyard bags and green Now & Laters
Monocle magazine and Japanese manga
Futura Nosferatus and HTM trainers
I love Street Fighter 2, I just really hate Zangief
Only Ken and Ryu, I find it hard to beat Blanka
Keep a Wee Ninja hanging and an UNKLE album banging
If you negative in energy, then stay out the vicinity of...
[Chorus 2]
Yeah, yeah, them niggas over there, it's just
Yeah, yeah, now look at what I wear
Got my gold watch and my gold chain
With my fancy car and my diamond ring
With my ghetto broad and she's so plain
Got a couple scars and one of those long names
She-a fight a nigga and cusses with no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin' up cocaine, but she
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, it's just
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, it's just
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, it's just
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, and it's
[Verse 3]
But my most coveted thing is a high self-esteem
And a low tolerance for them telling me how to lean
See, the most important parts are the ones that are unseen
The wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king
Now, God don't like ugly, ain't too happy 'bout pretty
I am ignorance's enemy so stay out the vicinity of...
[Chorus 2]
Yeah, yeah, them niggas over there, it's just
Yeah, yeah, now look at what I wear
Got my gold watch and my gold chain
With my fancy car and my diamond ring
With my ghetto broad and she's so plain
Got a couple scars and one of those long names
She-a fight a nigga and cusses with no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin' up cocaine, but she
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, it's just
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, it's just
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, it's just
Yeah, yeah, she love it over here, and it's17 | Hip-HopRap | 18 | 12 | 2,007 | 91,293 |
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2,723 | Live Nigga Rap | Nas | [Produced by Havoc]
[Intro: Prodigy | Havoc]
Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (Right out the pack, son)
For niggas don't know how to act (No doubt, son)
Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (No doubt, son)
For niggas don't know how to act
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, NYC, U-N-I-verse, seriously
Havoc and P — Queens niggas, so it seem to be
Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise
Mega got word back from Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette tape of
The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper
Runnin' up in the spot, mask and duct taped up
Pig-tie they motherfuckin' wrists to they ankles
I been through, crime shit my niggas into
Peep the issue, situation like this, we stickin' him too
JFK on our way to L.A
Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbré
My crew do it the Mobb way, every day
Crime pay, who wanna gunplay? Thrill me
Niggas kill me, grillin' me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli
Now undress, you know the drill-y
Niggas suspect, weak links pose threats
I have yet to met challenger who go against my set
Gemstars razor sharp like Gillette
Shavin' closely on any character approach me
I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny
While cat burg-lars tryna sneak-peek the recipe
Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pay about $5,000 a plate
You might also like[Verse 2: Havoc | Prodigy]
No doubt, kid, I hit them niggas like a bid
The prosecutor, runnin' up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely
It's only me, and the gat that's holdin' me
We got it locked beyond measure, your clique's under pressure
Extort you for your treasure, smack you with the undresser
Represent your clique, go ahead, get that ass whipped
Floatin' in a river wit' your body wrapped in plastic
Wannabe thug get smacked for back talkin'
QB represent, fuck that, it can happen
While you rappin', I'm busy tryna sneak the gat in
Contamin', cut the party short while you jammin'
We think smarter, reach harder
Got the .44, bodyguard of somethin' you don't want a part of
If I was you, then I would do what I have to
But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you
Then stepped off casually, naturally me
[Verse 3: Nas]
Niggas thinkin' shit's sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair, chipped teeth
Up in this bitch deep
Queens murder cliques meet
Yellow tape on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones that's irregular
Why debate on a phone? I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600
You just a crumb inside a world where the rich run it
Curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists I preserve in my dome
Niggas' mics is full of silicone, spot's blown
Guerilla ice on this killer's life, I put my word on it
Now, you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is ménage à trois on Mount Airy Lodges
We like a smooth fam, but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin' charges of marksmen, livin' heartless
Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit
We mobbin', puttin' niggas in mausoleums
From Queens 'cross to Throgs Neck, heads bop, I see 'em!
[Outro: Prodigy | Havoc]
For niggas don't know how to act
To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack
Rest in peace to my niggas layin' on they back
To all the niggas who bust gat
(Live nigga rap)
For niggas don't know how to act
To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack
Rest in peace to my niggas on they back
To all the niggas who bust gat
(Live nigga rap)
For niggas don't know how to act
To all the niggas on the block slangin' crack
Rest in peace to my niggas on they back
To all the niggas who bust gat
(If you's a live nigga)26 | Hip-Hop | 2 | 7 | 1,996 | 82,843 |
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2,728 | Welcome to the World of the Plastic Beach | Gorillaz | [Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Gorillaz and the Boss Dogg
Planet of the apes
[Verse: Snoop Dogg & 2D]
(Just like that) The revolution will be televised
(Just like that) And the pollution from the ocean, now with devotion
(Just like that) Push peace and keep it in motion
(Just like that, just like that)
(Just like that) Kids, gather 'round, yeah, I need your focus
(Just like that) I know it seems like the world is so hopeless
(Just like that) It's like Wonderland
(Just like that, just like that)
(Just like that) Now fascinate me, picture and animate me, 'cause I'm rollin'
(Just like that) Deep holin', click clackin', crack-a-lackin', full packin' (Hey!), mo' stackin'
(Just like that) Actin' a fool when I teach
(Just like that) Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach, yeah
(Just like that) Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach
(Just like that) Mirror mirror on the wall, Boss Dogg, give it to 'em
(Just like that) Get involved, turn it up, speed it up
Slow it up, underground where (Just like that) the under us undercut
Shipped up, shipped out, swimmin' with the sharks put my gills up
(Just like that) Turn the wheels up real tough
(Just like that) Drinkin' lemonade in the shade
Getting blazed with a gang of pilgrims
(Just like that) Yeah, this my path
Belly floppin' lockin' while I'm rockin' in the bubble bath
(Just like that) And I'm just like math
Fozo's added up that get you more cash
(Just like that) So quick, so fast
All the kids say they love it when I make 'em laugh
You might also like[Outro: Snoop Dogg & 2D]
(Just like that, yeah) Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach, yeah
(Just like that) Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach
(Just like that) Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach, yeah
(Just like that) Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach
Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach10 | Hip-HopRap | 3 | 3 | 2,010 | 52,943 |
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2,729 | 9 to 5 | Lady Sovereign | OK yo
I wake up late every morning
Managers calling I'm still yawning
Get up wake up hair and make-ups
Waiting for you don't be stalling
This performance is important
I don't think I can put my all in
Hold on I was drunk last night
Now it's all kicking in and I don't feel right
Gave my number to a breh who wasn't my type
Now my phone's on silent I'm being polite
Now private callers get no love from me
Just let me be
[Hook:]
Oh my gosh my days are getting longer
There's no turning back cause I'm working the 9 to 5
To keep my contract did I say 9 I meant 1:30
I'm no early birdy I'm lazy that's all that I can say
So make sure you heard me
And there's no turning back cause I'm working a 9 to 5
So you gotta do some idents for Channel U
Channel who, sorry who I'm altered for a snooze
Oh! Channel U the ones that made me huge
Like Katie Price's boobs
Whoops I'm being rude
Where's my Red Bull and my sandwich I need food
I can't handle this
I'm getting pissed like pampers throwing a tantrum
"Action"
Nah I'd actually rather catch my z's and count sheep in my sleep
Let's not wake her up she actually looks quite sweet
You might also like[Hook]
I couldn't be bothered to say much here
So oh dear
Huh where am I man..?
This... ain't good... what's going on?!
So my label have changed my image
I'm a pink lipstick chick called dipstick
This ain't on my wishlist
Oh shit I'm in FHM posing in a bikini
Next to a Lamborghini
Next stop the theme tune for Tweenies
I'm presenting C-beebies
[Pukes] Have you seen me?
Never again, am I drinking lambrini?
"It's alright, Sov it's-it's a dream... just wake up!"
[Hook]
[Repeat Hook] | DanceElectronic | null | 8 | 2,005 | null |
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2,731 | Hip Hop Vs. Rap | KRS-One | You you can't can't be be ripping the mic the mic like do re me me
Measles are contagious like my lyrical pages
Ripping and flipping the mic
From back in the back in the days, these days it's kinda hectic, hectic
When these suckers don't respect it, check it
Flame on, I know the light is bright but keep on watching me
I'm stolen property, kicking the flavor to society
Police be clocking me, but logically they got to be
Cause they were taught that serious poetry would come from Socrates
But that ain't it, in 94 I'll kick the hit
If I was in front of Shakespeare, I'd battle the punk and take his shit
I'm not having it
Bust the narrative I come to give, listen
Rap is something you do, Hip Hop is something you live
The difference is kids nowadays, they got the video
Rappers don't need skills to build so they don't really know
Hear me yo, I'm four times on Arsenio
Got ten videos, but does that help me flow? No
That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know
Cause they were too young to rock up in the disco
Frisco Disco, the disc is like a Nabisco
Chocolate chip cookie, don't fuck with me rookie
I'm rocking beats and with death defying feats
And I'm never squeaking, I'm always freaking when I'm speaking
Inside I'm keeping a statement for police and
I'm down for peace and but not turn the other cheek and
So this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go...
Round and round, round we go
Two years ago a friend of mine
And Flash is gonna rock your mind
Welcome to the terror dome, the terror dome
I wonder if I take you home
E-F-F-E-C-T
A cool operator operating correctly
But back in the days I knew rap would never die
Too late baby bye bye in a batty boy head, head, head
Insane in the membrane
Take the train, take the train
M-E-T-H-O-D man...
...Hattan keeps on making it, Brooklyn keeps on taking it
We keep coming back with more and more hits
Party people
I came through the door, I said it before
Two years ago, super ho
If my train goes off the track
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up back, back
Back to the grill again, the grill again
Friends
How many MC's must get dissed?
Before somebody says don't fuck with Kris
Hey! Ho! Keep on moving don't stop no...
...Body beats the Biz
Let's do the dance called the Pee Wee Herman
Hey, Erick Sermon, hey
You you get off my cloud
Go down baby, go down baby
The gods must be crazy
You ain't fresh, you ain't fresh, yeahSee KRS-One LiveGet tickets as low as $72You might also like3 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 1 | 1,993 | 47,834 |
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2,732 | Carry On Tradition | Nas | [Intro]
Yeah, niggas want to talk about this rap shit
Niggas want to talk about this money
About these cars, these homes, these labels
Clothes, sneakers, big money shit
Now everybody trying to get rich
Now get rich niggas, fuck it
[Verse 1]
Some rap pioneers be them crackheads
When they speak, you see missin' teeth
Silver chain with a silver piece
Niggas your grandfather's age, they pants still hangin' down they legs, talkin' about they ain't paid
And they hate you, ‘cause they say you ain't pay dues
And [Sylvia Robinson was stealin' and robbin' them]
I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve
Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died
Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost
It's because we can't see ourselves as the boss
Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred
The Jewish stick together, friends in high places
We on some low level shit, we don't want niggas to ever win
See, everybody got a label
Everybody's a rapper, but few flow fatal
It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables
You might also like[Chorus]
When they crown you and you rise up to your position
Carry on tradition
When they knight you, then you go to fight
Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition
Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
Carry On Tradition
When you rep what we rep, then carry on tradition
[Verse 2]
Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards
With their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness
I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it
Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest
Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code
You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode
Do anything to get in the game, mixtapes
You spit hate against bosses; hungry fucks are moralless
You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists
Niggas, I could've wrote your shit
I had off-time, was bored with this
I could've made my double-LP
Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus
Still came five on the charts with zero audience
The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit
Y'all got awards for your bricks – it got good to ya
You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits?! WHAT?
[Chorus]
When they crown you and you rise up to your position
Carry on tradition
When they knight you, then you go to fight
Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition
Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
Carry On Tradition
When you rep what we rep, then carry on tradition
[Verse 3]
Now niggas got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer
Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us
The live-in-the-park sound versus the studio state of art sound. We on the charts now
From British Walkers and Argyles
Look at us rap stars now, with our black cars now
Fortune 500 listed, brunches, Cipriani's
Sippin', blunted, with rich white guys around me
Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up
Because I'm what? Every dime lust
We used to be a ghetto secret; can't make my mind up
If I want that or the whole world to peep it
Now carry on tradition
Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin'
Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em, I promise I carry on tradition
[Chorus]
When they crown you and you rise up to your position
Carry on tradition
When they knight you, then you go to fight
Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition
Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition
Carry On Tradition
When you rep what we rep, then carry on tradition3 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 12 | 2,006 | 28,441 |
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2,733 | I Just Had Sex | The Lonely Island | [Intro: Andy & Akon]
Sometimes
Oh, oh, oh
Something beautiful happens in this world
Akon
You don't know how to express yourself, so
And Lonely Island, yeah
You just gotta sing
[Chorus: Akon]
I just had sex, and it felt so good (Felt so good)
A woman let me put my penis inside of her
I just had sex, and I'll never go back (Never go back)
To the not-having-sex ways of the past
[Verse 1: Andy, Jorma & Akon]
Have you ever had sex? I have, it felt great (Yeah)
It felt so good when I did it with my penis (Yeah)
A girl let me do it, it literally just happened (Oh)
Having sex can make a nice man out the meanest
Never guess where I just came from, I had sex
If I had to describe the feeling, it was the best
When I had the sex, man, my penis felt great
And I called my parents right after I was done
Oh, hey, didn't see you there, guess what I just did?
Had sex, undressed, saw her boobies and the rest
Was sure nice of her to let you do that thing
Nice of any girl ever! Now, sing
You might also like[Chorus: Akon]
I just had sex, and it felt so good (Felt so good)
A woman let me put my penis inside of her
I wanna tell the world
[Verse 2: Andy, Jorma & Akon]
To be honest, I'm surprised she even wanted me to do it
Doesn't really make sense! But, man, screw it
I ain't one to argue with a good thing! She could be my wife
That good? The best thirty seconds of my life (My life)
I'm so humbled by a girl's ability to let me do her
'Cause honestly, I'd have sex with a pile of manure (Manure)
With that in mind, a soft, nice-smelling girl's better
Plus, she let me wear my chain and my turtleneck sweater
[Bridge: Akon]
So this one's dedicated to them girls
That let us flop around on top of them (Yeah)
Whether you're near or far, whether short or tall (Yeah)
We wanna thank you all for letting us fuck you
[Interlude: Andy, Jorma, & Akon]
She kept looking at her watch
Doesn't matter, had sex
But I cried the whole time
Doesn't matter, had sex
I think she might've been a racist
Doesn't matter, had sex
She put a bag on my head
Still counts!
[Bridge: Akon]
I just had sex (Sex), and my dreams came true (Dreams came true)
So if you've had sex in the last thirty minutes
Then you qualified to sing with me
[Chorus: Akon, Andy & Jorma]
I just had sex (Everybody sing), and it felt so good (We all had sex) (Felt so good)
A woman let me put my penis inside of her (I wanna tell the world)
I just had sex (I just had sex), and I'll never go back (I just had sex) (Never go back) (No no no)
To the not-having-sex ways of the past
(Sex has gotta be so great)15 | Comedy | 10 | 12 | 2,010 | 174,532 |
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2,735 | God’s Bathroom Floor | Atmosphere | [Intro]
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't, fuck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, divinity, wouldn't, fuck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life
[Chorus]
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
[Verse 1]
It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your Dianetics
Three for the reasoning, and four for those that try to get it
Five for your love and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess
See Atmosphere LiveGet tickets as low as $34You might also like[Chorus]
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
I made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
And I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
And caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
[Verse 2]
I'm catching ulcers from the child-proof lighters
And all of these fine-tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter
I'm tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep
Thoughts got shifted since the high got a tad too deep
Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back soon as I resume normal
And get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve endings that burnt from the first hits
[Chorus]
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
Head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
And I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
[Verse 3]
So fuck needles, fuck smoke
Fuck lines that make the sinus choke
Fuck chasers, trails, fuck waves and rails
Fuck hangovers, fuck hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built a tolerance, now it's more that I consume
And when it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy
Autopsy pages read euthanasia, i.e. irony
Well, here I be within a pool of my drool
Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
Tell Jacob Miles to keep that shit wild style
And I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
[Chorus]
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
And I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
I made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
And I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
And caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
[Outro]
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't, fuck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life26 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 1 | 2,003 | 143,198 |
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2,737 | 9-5'ers Anthem | Aesop Rock | [Verse 1]
Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed
Via the study of post-adolescent agitated seeds
Half the patients wasted self prior to Commencement
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the half that made it breathe
They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections
And twelve steps to lesson
Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
The give-it get-it, never let it self passport our stubbornness
Martyrs talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus
And so on I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life treats the peasants like
They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside
Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems
When the clock strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best of routine caffeine team players
For the cycle of it
Under a dusted angel harp string Big Brother is watching
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts
We on some door-to-door now
Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for free
I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies
For copper pennies for one commanding "Gimme that"
So we can retain baby fat
Make the biter snake bedlam
Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet
Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon
Bent barrel one eight zero, U-Turn, squeeze, end it
It's on like it's never been
It's bleeding well
It's bigger than a breadbox
It corrodes my leaky finance
I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge
With a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because
The first one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks
I tend to underestimate my average
Just another bastard savage
Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand
Cuz every dog has its day
At which point, I'll pull it away
You might also like[Hook]
Now we the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pastimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope
[Verse 2]
It's the year of the silkworm
Everything I built burned yesterday
Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve
Elevate the spreading of the silk germ
Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead
Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal
Saddle up on high horse
My torch forced Polaris embarrassed
Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage
I bought some new sneakers
I just hope my legacy matches
It's the year of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water
They're out there being slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother
And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters
Man it's the year of the Orphan
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat
Maybe it's the year of the waterbug
Cockroach utter thug specimen
Fury spawned from dreaming of your next of kin
I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in
I've been the object of your ridicule
You've been a bitch lieutenant
God, it's the year of the underpaid employee
Spittin' forty plus a week
And tryin' to rape Earth on my off time
You bored dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough
So you can run run run
And I'mma let you think you won
EVERYBODY!
[Hook]
We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine to five day-in day-out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pastimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope
[Outro]
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless13 | Hip-HopRap | 18 | 9 | 2,001 | 75,414 |
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2,739 | Gatheration | Lady Sovereign | [Intro]
Oi- Oi this is the midgets mansion
And if you ain't invited, you ain't coming in
(Fire) S-O-V-
[Verse 1]
It's like bottles smashin', people crashin'
Unnecessary drunken feuds it's fashion
Clean up that spilt drink or you ain't crashin'
My bed's out of bounds so strictly no lashin'
Wheres my debit card nobody move
You ain't getting out of this room until I prove that you didn't take it
And I misplaced it
Now get out of my chair I wanna check face-pic
All these feisty chicks I gotta face it
Even on a Friday evening when I'm wasted
You see this life, well, you're never gonna taste it
I don't associate with waste kids
[Hook]
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' messed up
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' messed up
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' messed up
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' fucked up
You might also like[Verse 2]
Now who's in my yard I've lost count
There's ten downstairs
There's four on the couch
There's five runnin' about
Someone better bounce
Before it's 'ding ding' and your lights are out
Or you get left out like the ginge from girls aloud
Someone's vomiting, gimme the sponge and towel
Allow it, I ain't cleanin' up her sick
Why have another sip if you can't even handle it
Lightweights, I really can't stand them
Stay awake before I do something random
Permanent markers on their face I'll brand them
Now welcome to the midget's mansion
[Hook]
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' messed up
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' messed up
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' messed up
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' fucked up
[Bridge]
Who's reachin', who's getting' what what
Who's reachin', who's getting' what what
Who's reachin', who's getting' what what
Who's reachin', who's getting' woaaaaoo
Who's reachin', who's getting' what what
Who's reachin', who's getting' what what
Who's reachin', who's getting' what what what what what
S-O-V-
[Verse 3]
So that's me drunk as a skunk
Shouting like some off-key punk
Someone got scared and went to the shop and got my junk food
I wasn't trying to be rude I was in the generation spirit in it
My brethren's dippin' her fries in Guinness in it
I gave her one look and I said bin it, in it
She said she would be back in a minute is it?
Come back next Friday
[Hook]
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' messed up
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' messed up
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' messed up
There's a gatherin' where's it at? My yard
Who's reachin, who's gettin' fucked up | DanceElectronic | null | null | null | null |
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2,741 | MANIAC | Kid Cudi | [Intro: St. Vincent, Kid Cudi]
(—the black hole blacker)
Paint the black hole blacker (Yeah)
Paint the black hole blacker (I swear to tell the truth)
Paint the black hole blacker (The whole truth)
Paint the black hole blacker (And nothing but)
Paint the black hole blacker (Yes)
Paint the black hole blacker (Hey)
[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
I am the maniac, I am the ghoul (The ghoul)
I'm in the shadows in the corner of my room (My room)
This my new hideaway, this is my tomb (Tomb)
This is my coffin, this is my place for unruliness, no worries
I love the darkness, yeah, I'd like to marry it
It is my cloak, it is my shield, it is my cape (Cape)
I love the dark, maybe we can make it darker (Darker)
Give me a marker
[Chorus: Kid Cudi, St. Vincent]
I am a maniac
I am a maniac
I am a maniac
(—the black hole blacker)
[Verse 2: Cage]
I am the maniac, I am the fool
I found the monster in me when I lost my cool (Yeah)
It lives inside of me, eating what's in its way
I put black spray paint on my windows during the day
I want to spend time with it, I think I'm losing it
Or I found it and I'm using it
I wear my shades at night so I can look in the abyss
I see something in nothingness if you can picture this
Put black holes in my jar lid, I climb the wall
I'm too high now, I'll die from the fall
Before the water's to our knees, we can't climb when the trees
Wash away, you and I are the disease
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
I am a maniac
I am a maniac
I am a maniac
[Outro: Kid Cudi, Cage, St. Vincent]
(I am the maniac)
I am a maniac
I am a maniac
(I am the maniac)
I am a maniac
(—the black hole blacker)33 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 11 | 2,010 | 162,924 |
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2,742 | Little Man | Atmosphere | [Verse 1: Slug]
Dear Jacob
I won't take up too much of you time
I know you're trying to get your video game-grind on
And that's fine
Just gimme a second to empty my face
Before I hit the road again to go and win this paper chase
I've been watching you and I'm proud of you man
You're growing up to be the best man that you possibly can
I know you understand why I go out of town
I also know my days are colder when you're not around
Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be adapted to the fact
That daddy never lived inside the same shack
And sometimes I get this pain in my stomach's pit
It's what I get, I'm convinced it's my punishment
For those nights I got drunk and let go at some bar
In some city with some people I don't know
For all the times that the lines on your face
Reminded me of the days before the dragonflies escaped
It trips me out how you pick up all my traits
From the way that you spit to the fists that you make
I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy
Daddy learned that from you
You're supposed to learn that from daddy
I can't teach much when it comes to women
I drive safe and slow but don't know nothing 'bout the engine
You're doing good little man that's all I really meant
I love you
You're my best friend, thanks for listening
See Atmosphere LiveGet tickets as low as $34You might also like[Verse 2: Slug]
Dear Craig, what up bones? How it goes?
Yeah, me? Well, you know, you know, same old, same old
Sorry that the phone calls ain't too routine
Just been runnin' around the globe tryin' to do my thing
Sometimes the weeks fly a little too fast
And sometimes I go to sleep a little too trashed
Other times I'm not sittin' on enough cash
And other times today feels too much like the past
Sometimes at night I would watch y'all fight
A child wonderin'
Why your life just ain't alright?
What's the violence about? Why's it in my house?
And even the memories are turned up too loud
Yeah, I got some issues in my head
Knew we should've started fixing 'em back when she left you
I'm not trying to get you down, I know you're different now
But your little man just wants you to listen now
I'm over 30, can't maintain relations
All these women want to hurt me and I just don't have the patience
I can't trust them, and they're not much help
When they start to push and pull the buttons I don't trust myself
What pride, fists, and words just might do?
I'm afraid of my fate, don't wanna turn out like you
I've never hit a woman
I won't do coke
And for that alone I love you and I want to thank you, old man
[Verse 3: Slug]
Dear Sean, what's going on? Not much to say
Just checkin' in with you, trying to see what's wrong today
I know there's gotta be something kicking your bruises
How's the love? How's the music? How's the self-abusiveness?
Got a lot to lose, it's breaking your shoulders
So you let your paranoia place your bets for you
Too many cigarettes, messing up your voice
Too many arguments, trying to test your poise
The only women that love you are fans and family
Mom has no choice, but fans leave you randomly
No heavy rotation in any location
You're not ready to face that you have no steady vocation
Plus you're getting old, your raps are exhausted
Stop it, everybody knows that you've lost it
Singing for these kids you don't know
When you should be at home with your own instead you're on the telephone
Fighting with your girl like it's you against the world
Another drunk hotel bedroom corner, curled up like a naked fetus
Come and save him Jesus
Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and Adidas
Sometimes you're not impressed with the work you've done
And love isn't love if you didn't hurt someone
Your son says, "Hi dad", your dad says, "What's up?"
And me, I wanna thank you, but I won't, I'll just say, "Good luck."15 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 10 | 2,005 | 45,651 |
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2,743 | Shhh | Atmosphere | [Verse 1]
I wanted to make a song about where I'm from
You know
Big up my home town, my territory, my state
But I couldn't figure out much to brag about
Prince lives here, we got 10,000 lakes
But wait the women are beautiful, to me they are
And we're not infested with pretentious movie stars
And it hit me man, Minnesota is dope
If only simply for not what we have but what we don't
It's all fair, it ain't out there, it's in there
It's in the mirror, behind the breast under the hair
Follow the dream doesn't mean leave the love
Roam if you must, but come home when you've seen enough
I love New York and Cali, but I ain't moving
Too overpopulated, saturated with humans
And I'm not big on rappers, actors, or models
If I had to dip, I'd probably skip to Chicago
None of this is to diss no one, nowhere
Like damn, I'm from Minnesota, land of the cold air
Too many mosquitoes and our fair share of egos
But like my man Sabe says, that's where my mommy stays
[Refrain]
So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell them where you live
Say shhh, say shhh
And if you know this is where you want to raise your kids
Say shhh, say shhh
If you're from the Midwest and it doesn't matter where
Say shhh, say shhh
If you can drink tap water and breathe the air
Say shhh, say shhh
See Atmosphere LiveGet tickets as low as $34You might also like[Verse 2]
Got trees and vegetation in the city I stay
The rent's in the mail and I can always find a parking space
The women outnumber the men two to one
Got parks and zoos and things to do with my son
The nightlife ain't all that, but that's okay
I don't need to be distracted by the devil every day
And the jobs ain't really too hard to find
In fact, you could have mine if you knew how to rhyme
This is for everyone around the planet
That wishes they were from somewhere other than where they standing
Don't take it for granted, instead take a look around
Quit complaining and build something on that ground
Plant something on that ground, dance and sleep on that ground
Get on your hands and knees and watch the ants walk around
That ground Make a family, make magic, make a mess
Take the stress, feel your motivation and build your nest
It sucks that you think where I'm from is wack
But as long as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back
And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said
I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden
[Briddge]
All right
In the land of ice and snow
Well okay
In the land of ice and snow
Well all right
In the land of ice and snow
Well okay
Minneapolis, Minneapolis, Minneapolis, Minneapolis
[Refrain]
If the playground is clear of stems and syringes
Say shhh, say shhh
If there's only one store in your town that sells 12-inches
Say shhh, say shhh
If no one in your crew walks around with a gun
Say shhh, say shhh
And if you ain't gonna leave cause this is where you're from
Say shhh, say shhh
[Outro]
Well alright, well okay
St. Cloud, Minnesota
Mankato, Minnesota
Duluth, Minnesnowta
Kansas City
St Louis, Missouri
Columbia, Missouri
Oshkosh, Wisconsin
Madison
Milwaukee
Cincinnati, Ohio
Columbus, Ohio
Boulder, Colorado
Lawrence, Kansas
Tulsa, Oklahoma
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Ann Arbor, Michigan
Indianapolis
Say shhh
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2,744 | Money Is My Bitch | Nas | [Intro]
{*Kissing*}
I love you so much, don't ever leave me, I won't let you leave
[Verse 1]
The hoe turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her
Since 5 years old, met her, fell in love with her
I saved that hoe 'cause she bring more hoes
She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold
Heartbroken, she walked right out of mad nigga's life
So when I bagged her up right, I had to make her my wife
And I ain't gonna lose her like those other lames did
I keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jig, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster and scallions
Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked
She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks
Bankers and diplomats
She the scratch on my back
Her cream I lust, now I got her I don't know how to act
When she not around, I'm heated, 'bout to lay something flat
Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped
[Chorus]
My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
Money is my bitch
Ohhh money, money, money, love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich
Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped
My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
Money is my bitch
Ohhh money, money, money
Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick
Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be rich
You might also like[Verse 2]
All the fun we have together, I keep you in my pocket
It's so much of you I share you, and speak to you in private
You got me karats on my wrist
I'm a savage for your kiss
Embarrassed when I'm not with you, I'm off guard
Niggas always expect to see us two together, stable
The best couple they seen since Trump and Marla Maple
Don't need no pre-nup
'Cause when we hump we do it up
Make sure we both will bust a dollar sign nut
Before I got to know, my life I say was mediocre
Break of day, slinging all night long, fiending to stroke ya
Seeing niggas with you I wasn't happy
Wanted to stick them up to get you, heard you calling for daddy
And gladly I take you as my lawfully wedded wife
Never divorce me, I promise to treat you right
Keep you satisfied, never lie help you grow
My legal tender, lovely federal reserve note
[Chorus]
My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
Money is my bitch
Ohhh money, money, money, love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich
Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped
My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
Money is my bitch
Ohhh money, money, money
Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick
Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be rich
[Verse 3]
I won't sell my soul to you
What do I owe to you?
My cars, my house, my flow to you
Screw you, before you
Real niggas said I was cool, now I got you
The envy me cause I'm with you
You floss too much
Turn niggas out, one touch
For you, my guns bust
You always said in GOD we trust
It's hard enough to keep counting on you
You cheat with government thugs, got the IRS pounding on you
I think I liked you better when you were illegal
But you had to get professional, musical
Now when we fuck we use prophylactic, hard plastic
Stick you in ATM's, limited cash quick
Said you'd give me luxury, when I asked it
Fucking me, I gave you back shots in ya assets
Promised happiness, but really did nothing for me
I guess bitches like you just grow on trees
[Chorus]
My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
Money is my bitch
Ohhh money, money, money, love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich
Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped
My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
Money is my bitch
Ohhh money, money, money
Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick
Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be rich3 | Hip-Hop | 6 | 4 | 1,999 | 22,570 |
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2,746 | Oh Let’s Do It Freestyle | Wale | [Intro: Wale]
Um
No days off
Um
The Wizards played the Lakers today just so you know it's today 2010
Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit
Yea
[Verse 1: Wale]
I be on my grind mode no days off while I'm on
And I won't stop till I'm on that top and the whole world know me llamo
My name is Wale bitch Roc Nation affilliation
I race them then replace them more whips than a dominatrix
If I lost you be patient
Don't cross me like you atheist
And y'all late bitch while I'm cakin like the makeup on the geisha
O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick
And if she look good then I give her that wood like hacksaw Jim Duggan
Okay she rollin you wifed her but she go in
Can't tame her she's dangerous you ain't know she smashed the homies
Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only
Treat a broad outside like I got five fouls when I'm out y'all know I don't reach
DMV that's on me no days off I don't sleep
Rollin with my D-O-Gs I'm chiefin on some long beach
Folarin AKA young hip-hop and AKA you talk much and that AK have you zipped up
I'm fuckin witchu but I love them bitches you know I'm gettin more cut than nip tuck
And a nigga really don't need no slut unless I need a BJ like Bogut
(Yeah!) ha ha see I'm on my hoop shit
My buzz is like cocaine
Got a satchel full of roofies
Hung over 'til Tuesday, witness what I do
Bag get inside my coupe, cool but imma need you to filet
Cool straight done for now let's ride out shawty don't ask
Just gettin you a job then I zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad
Word to Rudy nigga I am ill you is nothin but some EOs with no Gordon got trail
Did all my niggas loyal see, we some different niggas
I heard you dogs talkin', they Brian Griffin niggas
Ain't stalking no bitches though they always with a nigga
That's why I keep a couple Trojans here Lane Kiffin nigga
And my queen can have it all and that bitch don't get no dime or no time
Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime
Hold up y'all you know I'm fly I'm Naija but no 419
Turn a shy jawn to a porno star y'all really like I support that broad
Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine
Y'all just bogus and y'all act focused y'all too old for this y'all Hulk Hogan
Y'all just think let me do my thing give them my time never give them my name
Never give them no rings never give them my keys unless a nigga got pound that thing-thing
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yeah (ha ha ha ha)
O let's do it
Ay
O let's do it
Ay
O let's do it (uh huh)
Yeah
Drug dealin music (board administrate)
Ay
I influence (Wale wat up)
Ay
I influence (basehead shit)
Yeah
O let's do it
Ay
O let's do it
Ay
O let's do it
Yeah (my name Fat Trel tho you may kno)
Drug dealin music (you know)
Ay
I influence (don't worry about nothin tho)
Ay
I influence (hey dog)
[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
Dats me fat trel DC northeast E Street all my niggas flock G-1
Ride around in a truck six deep everybody tote heat everybody blow tree uhh
Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese
In my city its the other way around everybody know me everybody know Z
E Street bang everybody know me cus my eyes so gold and my eyes so green
And I smoke that dro so I move so slow like all I eba-eva-ever do is sip lean
Like Weezy Ill make it look easy bitches wanna fuck and the niggas wanna be me
Give my money up nigga nigga wanna see me fool almost had a heart attack when he see me
Old trap new E Street TV old strap new 50 shot magazine
Old head bitch with some big hips that I need to click like ain't 19
Bet I get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit
Bad bitch MAC lip she a actress have her in the coupe suckin' on the gear shift
High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait
No catfish
Send me automatic no practice I ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch
Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip
Bulletproof vest won't protect shit
And my niggas leave the jail like fuck this let's go home make a new hit list (Ha!)
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yeah
O let's do it
Ay
O let's do it
Ay
O let's do it
Yeah
Drug dealin music
Ay
I influence
Ay
I influence
Yeah
O let's do it
Ay
O let's do it
Ay
O let's do it
Yeah
Drug dealin music
Ay
I influence
Ay
I influence | Hip-Hop | 29 | 1 | 2,010 | 7,683 |
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2,750 | Troublesome ’96 (Long Outro Version) | 2Pac | [Intro]
Troublesome nigga
Hahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96
Let it be known nigga
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli
[Verse 1]
Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan
To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Undercover agents die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eater
What could they do to me that little brat
Shit them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside
We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone
Cause they fear me in physical form
Let it be known I'm troublesome
[Refrain]
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lah
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die
Troublesome nigga, Outlawz
Put it down to the fullest
Spittin' rhymes and bullets, haha
We troublesome
Y'all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can't stop us
Niggas run the streets, we troublesome
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lah
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die
Troublesome nigga, Outlawz
Put it down to the fullest
Spittin' rhymes and bullets, ha ha
We troublesome
Y'all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can't stop us
Niggas run the streets, we troublesome
You might also like[Verse 2]
Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor bet I bomb on the first niggas
Knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry bustin' off freely
Screamin, "Fuck - ALL Y'ALL NIGGAZ" in Swahili
Pistol-packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
Release me to the care, of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche
A sole survivor learned to get high and pull drive bys
Murder my foes, can't control my nine
Hearin thoughts of my enemies pleadin', please
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Picture me lettin' this chump survive
Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died;
Cause I'm troublesome
[Refrain]
Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck
I'm hopeless - I live the Thug Life, losin' my focus BA-BAY
I'm troublesome, haha
Bad Boy killa', there is no one realer
What you saw was the rough rugged and raw - Outlaw!
[Verse 3]
Murder murder my mind state, shit ain't changed
Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't decline
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind
Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang
Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could I cry
Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep; I'm havin' crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die
Either take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life;
I'm troublesome
[Outro]
In your wildest dreams, you couldn't picture a nigga like me
Haha, I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck
I'm troublesome like my nigga Napoleon said nigga
Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit
Haha, I'm troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique
Young rugged and sick
Makaveli the Don, the boss of all bosses
Mussolini, E.D.I. Mean, Hussein Fatal, Kadafi
Kastro, Napoleon, Komani
Haha, we ain't fuckin' around, we troublesome
Ayeo, haha, we troublesome, I ain't goin', haha
Young Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash
Goin' for the hoes and the cash
Fuck you niggas, Outlawz
Kadafi, trump tight never sloppy
Them motherfuckas try to copy
But they can't mock you nigga, you're too strong
Outlawz keep it goin' on, you know whassup
Outlawz, Outlawz, haha
Che Guevara on the beats y'all
A.k.a. Jose Johnny J The Cuban Militant
Outlawz, Outlawz
This is dedicated to the real niggas
All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets
I rather die than see the penitentiary
We all fuckin' Outlawz
You know what time it is
You see any motherfucker with a Outlaw on his neck, give him respect or get chin-checked
All our enemies getting wrecked
From the TEC to the Mini-14, we make you all scream
Death before dishonor, the first to bomb, ring the alarm HA HA
Try to flee but you cannot defeat what's in your mind
Outlawz every time, we Outlawz
Troublesome
Troublesome nigga, you know
Troublesome ahahaha
All in your mind, every time
Troublesome4 | Gangsta Rap | null | null | null | 48,478 |
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2,756 | Rapping 2 U | Das Racist | [Intro]
Whaddup, whaddup, whaddup?
Sit down, man! Sha-leik! DR
Whatitat, whatitat, whatitat?
Time to do a rap
[Verse 1: Heems]
Hello Young Cocoa Butter, who is you?
White people love me like they love Subarus
Rolling with the super crew, something like Scooby-Doo
My eyes droopy? Mami, that's what doobies do
Kalidasa, but across the Kalapani
Probably with a Khalistani mommy high as I'll be
Das Racist on a roll like wasabi
I don't know what these two are, I'm Punjabi
More cash mommy than Mukesh Ambani
And Anil Ambani, yeah, that's real Armani
Yeah, that's Lanvin, you call it Lanven
You call it bro-in down, I call it lampin'
I'm from Flushing, bright as a lamp, man
That's in Queens like MC Cool Fashion
You can Google that, he's down with the Beatnuts
We got the net wet tryna get the street buck
See Dap, that's my fucking mans and shit
White boy wasted, let me write a stanza quick
Matter fact, yo, all my boys in bands and shit
Haters mad 'cause they got Costanza dicks
You know, like the show, Seinfeld
Michael Richards made my fucking mind melt
Cop a bundle of Rapunzel
Do what thugs do we just hustle, LATM, BBT, MTV, BET
They called us joke rap, we kinda weed rap
We just like rap, we don't even need rap
Could get a real job, only rap weekly
I don't need rap, told you, rap need me
Indian style, knees bent in dashiki
Your girl's sext means she wanna get freaky
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Hit it in the shower 'cause it's hot as hell
My fans broken, I don't got an AC
Say I got potential, but the kid lazy
You might also like[Verse 2: Victor]
Stock is rising, wait, don't scalp the tickets yet
Older white women say I'm very articulate
Young Obama mommy, but not Illuminati
Yet, they’re tryna gauge if I’m tame enough to be their commie pet
I'm watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged and eating banh mi
Like they was Cars and I was Blondie
We are not the same, I'm Alf swinging a salami
At any prom queens that want me
Probably even Nicki Minaj would massage me
If I got a fade and trim my beard like I was John B
Nice, finna eat more rice than Condi
Nasty, see me grace the pages of your favorite Conde Nast Publication
They asked me all about my views on relations of races
And cut out the radical shit for space, that's racist
I’m in outer space reading Frankfurt School treatises
That curl the common man into fetuses
Nietzsche told me that the nostril's where the genius is
Bossy, just saucing like it's falafel where my penis is
Soap 'em with Falafel like O'Reilly, thought a loofah was
Hitting they chalupa up
First I get real smart, and then I stupid up
Drop it and scoop it up, haters is dookie butts
Groupies is cooky, nuts, see me voice acting
In Space Chimps, wasted like my man Stanley Tucci does
I'm truthy blood, fishes get mad at me, the kid is a whale
In there like a triple-A battery up in the digital scale
In the kitchen with the Coca-Cola Corporation kicking it with me
PepsiCo too
The kid is a Brit, me, the brother's a jitney
And others is with me
Even if I was a tree, you couldn't flip me
Don't ask what it means, just kiss me, chick, please, check, please
[Hook]
You, we're rapping to you, my friend and only you
To you
So don't ever say we never did nothing for you
[Verse 3: Lakutis]
Sexy Lexi, ask what the address be
Press be makin’ a face Dizzy Gillespie
Applause, pause, hand me my ESPY
Grammy, I’m Leslie Nielsen, you know I’m chillin’
Float like a butterfly, come on, sugar baby
On my shoulders, 7 million sugar babies
Float away on my good looks and charm
Dick like, hot like, baby arm, chicken parm
Release the peacekeeper, chief the peach shisha
Smokin’ peace pipe ride ‘em cowboy, see ya!
My Chuck E. Cheese are bucks
My EBTs are cardies, my 18 wheelers trucks
Call up my Nelly parties
Call up my deli starving
What you mean my money no good here?
Why, because I made it? Bitch, you know I made it
Shit
[Hook]
You, we're rapping to you, my friend and only you
To you
So don't ever say we never did nothing for you6 | Hip-Hop | 14 | 9 | 2,010 | 88,492 |
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2,761 | Burnt Offering | Blue Scholars | [Intro]
I don't know what to write, oh well, yo
[Verse 1]
I offer nothing but the uncertain promise
That I'll honestly pursue the crooked path of the conscious
Not just another body in the battle for the soul
Never sold self for its weight in platinum and gold but
Man we're getting grown
Wisdom got us thinking in the interest of our children
Even if they ain't been given their flesh
Their bones, their homes or their names yet
I'm aiming for the change in my pocket for the payback
The change augmented by the government to nothing
The change of a whirlwind unraveling the coming of that next shit
I can't wait but when it comes, shit
It better be worth the shit that I paid most my life with
It's nice when it rains sometimes
Cleansing minds in my habitat, imagine that I'm digging to find
What was hidden by the myth of a god up in the sky
Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
[Chorus]
So I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive
Sacrifice nights, write to survive
Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
Drinking from the bottle that was meant
For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
You might also like[Verse 2]
Way back I used to call upon the Father often
I fought the devil last night and almost lost –
Now I'm drinking bottled water, flushing out the toxins
Vomiting and coughing feeling closer to the coffin than I ever had
Every morning that I arrive is a night that I survive
Just to be alive, sipping chai, listening to my favorite DJ
Communicate the music, what my rhymes would say
If they were written
With a needle
To the groove
Of a paper
Stylus to papyrus, record to the player
It's more than just therapy or excessive energy
I undo the mechanism meant to imprison me
Spiritually, the view from up is not enough
I dwell below to find the god that I rebuff
Redesigned, redefined what it meant to be divine
Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
[Chorus]
So I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive
Sacrifice nights, write to survive
Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
Drinking from the bottle that was meant
For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
[Verse 3]
Our Father
My art is Heaven, hollow be
The drums beating me and my tongue into submission
I can hardly speak breathing this indelible high
From an endless supply of Godspeed, and I need
A brand new prayer to read
Seems the old ones grew tons of mold cause they're narrow as hell
Sometimes they be thinking that this heaven's for sale
Worse than that, they still think God is a male
But Moms used to hang up pictures of white Jesus
Fist clutching rosary beads, over the years
I began to question this Father Almighty
Made in His image but don't look nothing like me
But we be the children of the most high
Ghosts of the colonized lost in the time
Redesign, redefine what it meant to be divine
Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme
[Chorus]
So I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive
Sacrifice nights, write to survive
Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
Drinking from the bottle that was meant
For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
[Outro]
Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
The least that I can do-do...
Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
The least that I can do3 | Rock | 28 | 2 | 2,004 | 8,323 |
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2,764 | Senior Skip Day | Mac Miller | [Intro]
Kids
Kids, yeah
Haha
[Verse 1]
I'm just high, why they hatin' on me?
People tend to think all the drinks on me
I don't even have the money to spend
To buy Patrón for you and all your friends (Hey)
Baby, I be on my grind, rain, sleet, snow
Rollin' up good every place we go
'Cause we tryin' get high (Get high), get high (Get high), get high
Know the bullshit and all the problems, but we too gone to see
Little bit of this and a little bit of that
We proceed to give 'em what they need
Just wakin' up, then gettin' stoned
Rub my eyes and check my phone
Open up the fridge to make some waffles
But no more syrup left in my bottle, damn
Well, it's okay
I top it off with scrambled eggs, ayy
Gotta work with what you got, ayy (What?)
Gotta work with what you got
[Chorus]
Supposed to be in class, but I ain't goin'
Let's chill on the couch
See what's on the telly
Girl, we won't leave the house
Can you stay a while?
Can you stay a while?
'Cause, girl, I'm feelin' lazy
And I'm tryna hang around
You might also like[Verse 2]
Ain't tryna get out of my bed 'til noon
Neighbors smell the perfume, smoke in my room
And I got the door closed, can't be sure, though
Amsterdam weed, spendin' euros
Get the herb rolled, let's relax
Take your shoes off and kick it back
We escape the world, escape the stress
But I don't give a fuck if the house a mess
'Cause we gon' handle that later, we gon' handle that later
Right now, let's get this paper and smile for all them haters
Ayy, cream cheese and a bagel
Have a glass of milk and an Eggo
I'm rockin' PJs and no shirt
I smoke weed, eat yogurt
Enjoy the best things in your life
'Cause you ain't gonna get to live it twice (Twice)
They say you waste time asleep, but I'm just tryin' to dream
[Chorus]
Supposed to be in class, but I ain't goin'
Let's chill on the couch
See what's on the telly
Girl, we won't leave the house
Can you stay a while?
Can you stay a while?
'Cause, girl, I'm feelin' lazy
And I'm tryna hang around
[Outro]
Hardcore pound fucking, that's the shit right there
Hell yeah, yo, that's the only way to do it, man
It's that boom-boom-boom, man
Yeah
I know, but there's a difference between making love, having sex, and then fucking
Right, right25 | Hip-HopRap | 13 | 8 | 2,010 | 165,455 |
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2,765 | Random | Lady Sovereign | {Random}
Yeah! Make way for the
{Random} Make way for the S-O-Veee!
{Random} Ahh, ahh, yo
{Random} Make way for the S-O-Veee! Ahh
{Random} Yo, Lady Sovereign
{Random} Turn this up, ha, ha
{Random} Ha, random
{Random} Make way for the S-O-Veee!
{Random} Cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching!
{S-O-V}
[Lady Sovereign]
E'rybody in the club gettin tipsy
Oh fuck dat, just whine like a gypsy
Can't see straight, like I got one eye
{Pop} your bottle open oh my
Let's... get it started
Move ya arms round like fucked up karate
Ohh, shit! My word play's nasty
Ohh, shit! Don't put it past me
Move, bitch - get out the... way
Nar never that I'm here to, stayyyy
I Flow lazy
Pick the pace up when I flow less hazy
J-Lo's got a batty
Well you can't see mine cause I wear my trousers baggy
Anyways; yeah, let's... commence
You might also like[Hook: repeat 2X]
Everybody get random - all gyal dem, more man dem
Everybody get random - just do somethin random
[Lady Sovereign]
If you're poppin' pills then trust you're not with it
Cause I got the skills, and I'm over the limit
like meals every second every minute
Ding! Dong! Special Delivery (hello)
Biggest midget in the game, can't get rid of me
Give me just a minute and I'll be in your vicinity
My words hurt you just like losin' virginity (oww!)
Well I'm, right thurr
Naw, tell a lie cause I'm right there
Right hurr, nah, right here
Now get off your churr, I mean chair
Some English MC's get it twisted
Start sayin COOKIES instead of biscuits!
Anyways; yeah, let's... commence
[Hook] - 2X
[Lady Sovereign]
Yo, get up and do somethin random
Yo watch it now
One, two, Sov is comin for you
Three four, better lock your door
Five six, well I'm full of tricks
So everybody come and vibe with the likkle titch
Swiiiiiitch
Just check how my flow differs
like a ho droppin' knickers
I'm on a whole other level, I'm old school
Like marathon, prior to Snickers
This shit's hot, where the sniffer dogs?
Let's get random, zagga-zagga-zagga zog
You wanna come test me well bring it on
This is the new ting, the new singalong
S-O-Veeee~!
[Hook] - 2X | DanceElectronic | 14 | 3 | 2,005 | null |
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2,766 | Strobe Lights | Diddy | [Verse One: Lil Wayne]
Love is the party, my heart is such a disco ball
She's in line waitin', my guest list too long
I told her I would love her, love her lasts forever
Forever's just a word, I put words together
Steppin' on the stars, she pause
And I know that one day this show will end - applause
The strobe lights are dancin', we've takin' all the chances
She question what we are, and I'll drink to the answer
Cause my heart is out of service, my eyes turn black
I don't see love anymore I'm blind to the fact
I got my world in my pocket, cause I ain' tryna drop it
The sky is at my neck, so I turn up my collar
My world spin around her cause it's a world without her
[Verse 2: Diddy-Dirty Money]
When you know, like I know
When the sunlight falls down
There she goes
Strobe lights dance with the stars
And I just can't live without her
And she knows what she knows
And the rain is coming down
My heart is cold, I know she knows
Strobe lights dance with the stars
And I always take my time
You might also like[Hook: Diddy-Dirty Money]
And when the lights fade
The lights they turn grey
Bitch, you don't love me no more
I'm at the end, babe, goin' the wrong way
And I don't know where to go
I'm on a new way, tomorrow's too late
Bitch, you don't love me no more
You got me
Standin' on the verge
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Love create wars, I got wounds and scars
The strobe lights are dancin'
Dancin' with the stars, but what happened to ours?
What happened because the rain is coming down
Now we trapped in the storm
And I stepped right out of her spotlight
And into the strobe lights
I don't need your light
[Bridge: Diddy-Dirty Money]
I know I know I know
That you're no good
I know I know I know
That you make me
Come back for more
Come back for more
Every time I try, I can't get away
I know I know I know
That love is gone
I know I know I know
When the lights they fade away
You keep beggin' me, beggin' me:
Please don't go
[Hook - Diddy-Dirty Money]
And when the lights fade
The lights they turn grey
Bitch, you don't love me no more
I'm at the end, babe, goin' the wrong way
And I don't know where to go
I'm on a new way, tomorrow's too late
Bitch, you don't love me no more
You got me
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2,767 | Switching Lanes | Kid Cudi | [Verse 1]
Now you can check the whip appeal
Damn this nigga is ill
Gear shifting as smooth as butter
Cud in and outta lanes, undercover
Style wow, my mirror, the rear view
You could never fly by, homie I will see you
Mach 5, change terrains if need be
Thou shall never floor past
I'm all ready. I did it for you
Act on, seat belt, released to be strapped on
Mach on, hit me when I hit a buck 50
Trying break the speed of sound
Homie do you get me
I call it moving ahead, never speed
A strip of asphalt is all I ever need
All I ever see when I'm switching lanes
They can hardly see, I am good I am okay
Don't worry about a boo boo
I do this all the time this is my life dude
Vroom vroom give me room fool
[Chorus]
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2]
I am getting 'em, getting 'em
And we look at them lookin'
I bring my cool up in the back
And the top is never up on the merr cedes
Four ladies wanna go half on a baby
For anybody ready and willing
I am humbly stunting and I am currently killing
My involvement wit murder might as well begin here
And clearly will they catch on I doubt it
If they ask questions I won't know nothing about it
Being on this side of the law is a ball
Straight west coast and at the Roosevelt crew
We gon' act a fool chilly chill for a min-we uh
I see some French girls baby ooo oui oui
I see you smoking oowee me and my nigga Zuli
Stick it to the script and I'll be puffin' puffin' pass
Don't break the rules and we'll get along fine
Roll tripping steady dipping from what's keeping us behind
[Chorus]
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
[Bridge]
Swerve swerve get em gone gone
Gone gone gone gone
Swerve swerve then I'm gone gone
Gone gone gone gone
Swerve swerve get em gone gone
Gone gone gone gone
Swerve swerve then I'm gone gone
Gone gone gone gone
[Chorus]
You can catch up if you want
I'll be gone gone
Try and catch up if you want
I'll be gone gone
You can catch up if you want
Catch up if you want ill be gone gone
[Outro]
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
Switching lanes lanes
You can catch me
Switching lanes lanes14 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 4 | 2,009 | 15,647 |
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2,770 | 1999 | Prince | [Intro: Prince]
Don't worry, I won't hurt you
I only want you to have some fun
[Verse 1: Prince, Lisa, Dez, All]
I was dreamin' when I wrote this
Forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this morning
Could have sworn it was judgement day
The sky was all purple
There were people runnin' everywhere
Tryin' to run from the destruction
You know I didn't even care
[Chorus: Prince and All]
'Cause they say
2000, zero-zero, party over, oops, out of time
So tonight, I'm gonna party like it's 1999
[Verse 2: Prince, Lisa, Dez, All]
I was dreamin' when I wrote this
So sue me if I go too fast
But life is just a party
And parties weren't meant to last
War is all around us
My mind says, "Prepare to fight"
So if I gotta die
I'm gonna listen to my body tonight
Yeah
You might also like[Chorus: Prince and All]
They say
2000, zero-zero, party over, oops, out of time
So tonight, I'm gonna party like it's 1999
Yeah, yeah, shh
[Verse 3: Prince, Lisa, Dez, All]
Lemme tell ya somethin'
If you didn't come to party
Don't bother knockin' on my door, oh
I got a lion in my pocket
And baby, he's ready to roar, yeah, yeah
Everybody's got a bomb
We could all die any day, oh
But before I'll let that happen
I'll dance my life away
Oh
[Chorus: Prince and All]
They say
2000, zero-zero, party over, oops, out of time
(We're runnin' outta time)
So tonight, I'm gonna party like it's 1999
So tonight, we gonna, we gonna, oh
Say it one more time
2000, zero-zero, party over, oops, out of time
No, no
Tonight, I'm gonna party like it's 1999
So tonight, we gonna, we gonna, woo
[Bridge: Prince and All]
Alright, 1999
You say it, 1999
Ooh, 1999, oh, 1999
Don't stop, don't stop, say it one more time
2000, zero-zero, party over, oops, out of time
Yeah, yeah
Tonight, I'm gonna party like it's 1999
So tonight, we're gonna, we're gonna, woo
[Outro: Prince, Lisa, Prince and Lisa, All]
Yeah, 1999
Don'tcha wanna go? (1999)
Don'tcha wanna go? (1999)
We could all die any day (1999)
I don't wanna die
I'd rather dance my life away 1999
Listen to what I'm tryin' to say
Everybody, everybody say, "Party"
C'mon now, you say, "Party"
That's right, everybody say "Party"
Can't run from the revelation, no (Party)
Sing it for your nation y'all, "Party"
Tell me what you're singin', baby say, "Party"
Telephone's a-ringin', mama (Party)
C'mon, c'mon, you say, "Party"
Everybody, two times, "Party"
Woo, work it down to the ground, say, "Party"
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Party)
Come on, oh, take my body, baby (Party)
That's right, c'mon, sing the song (Party)
(Oh) (Party)
That's right (Party)
Got a lion in my pocket mama, say, "Party"
Oh, and he's ready to roar (Party)
Ah
[Spoken Outro: Lisa]
Mommy, why does everybody have a bomb?
Mommy, why does everybody have a bomb?17 | VH1 O Music Awards | 24 | 9 | 1,982 | 295,182 |
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2,773 | Get Buck | Young Buck | [Intro: Young Buck]
Yeah
Get 'em, Buck!
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Okay (Okay), I'm reloaded (Yeah)
My bankroll swole, and a nigga can't fold it (Nah)
I got em like ("Hey!"), got 'em rolling
The kush on the way and the champagne frozen
Watch me do my thing, I got these hoes open (Yeah)
I'm riding presidential like the shit that I'm smoking (Tss)
Water-whip the work (Work), Patrón on my shirt
And a zip ain't shit, I need a quarter-P of Purp (Yeah)
Go and break it down, pass it all around
I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
Them dope boys in this bitch, like, "Let me buy that" (Ayy)
Broke niggas in this bitch like, "Let me try that" (Try that)
I need a beat and a bitch (Whoa), let me call Polow (What)
Mr. Ten-a-Key, I still get 'em for the low, though (Aight)
Shawty, light up the 'dro, I ain't ready to go (Nah)
You can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know!
[Bridge]
Haters trying to ban a nigga, man (What? It's okay)
I bounce back, watch me do my thing (Aight, it's okay)
I got my Chevy hogging up the lane (C'mon, it's okay)
I'm a boss, I can make it rain (Yeah, it's okay)
You might also like[Hook]
Now get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing, let's go)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
[Verse 2]
Let's play the game, I'm the quarterback (Okay), don't stop, homie
I go to jail if I get sacked (Yeah), so block for me
Eightball in my corner pocket (What), it's on and popping
Got the whole club leaning with it and body-rocking (Hey)
Drunk driving in my cut, dog, I got my truck parked (Truck parked)
Seventy-two Tennessee Titan, like, "What up, y'all?"
I'm home, boy, holler at your homeboy (Yeah)
Better come quick—once I get it, then it's gone, boy
First come, first serve (Ayy), fuck what you heard
I'm piecing out my pack 'til I come up on a bird (Come on)
Blow the smoke out my nose, pimping on these hoes (Yeah)
They know me at the bank, love me at the jewelry stores
I play it how it goes (What), the butterfly doors (What)
On them old-school vogues with the chrome on the toes (Yeah)
These fuck niggas know that I will let it go
("I—I—I bet he got a vest") No! But I got my 'Tec, though
[Bridge]
Haters trying to ban a nigga, man (What? It's okay)
I bounce back, watch me do my thing (Aight, it's okay)
I got my Chevy hogging up the lane (Come on, it's okay)
I'm a boss, I can make it rain (Yeah, it's okay)
[Hook]
Now get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing, hey)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing, let's go)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing, come on)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
Get buck, bitch (Yeah, watch me do the damn thing)
[Outro]
Yeah
You know what it is
How we do the damn thing down here, nigga
What you working with?
Yeah
Ayy, my nigga
Now, don't be in the club
Throwing your rent money, be broke in the morning
Have us laughing at your broke ass
Ha, yeah
Where my dope boys at?
Yeah! Shawty, I see you
Now pick up that goddamn money
Hey
Let's go!8 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 3 | 2,007 | 27,498 |
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2,775 | Get Back Up | T.I. | [Intro: T.I., Chris Brown]
I'm only, I'm only human, dawg
Hello out there (Ayy)
I'm only human, dawg
Can you hear me? (Ayy, ayy)
I'm only human, dawg
It's an S.O.S (Ayy, ayy)
To let me be me
Ayy, listen to me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: T.I., Chris Brown]
Ayy, when they push you down, you got to get back up (I'm only human, dawg)
Ayy, when they push you down, you got to get back up (I'm just a human y'all)
Push the dirt off your jersey then go for the cup (Ayy, ayy)
Or the trophy, or the ring, champion no matter what
'Cause when you got the belt, and the ring
People with you poppin' bottles, takin' pictures, look around (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But soon as you fall down, all the haters passin' judgement (Oh, no, no)
Fly as I'm is shawty, I'ma rise above this (Oh, no, no, no, no)
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey, what it is, world? (Ayy) Yeah, it's me again (Again)
Back before you, at your mercy, on bended knee again
No runnin' from the truth (Nah), as much as we pretend
That it ain't what it is, then it hits CNN
Apologies to my fans and my closest friends (I'm sorry)
For lettin' you down, I won't take you down this road again (Uh-uh)
Most of you now sayin', "Whatever, here we go again" (What?)
Blogs, radio, and television all goin' in (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I laugh to keep from cryin' through all of the embarrassment (I gotta say)
I gotta say you fuckin' haters is hilarious (Haha)
How dare you sit right there and act as if you holier than thou?
Point your finger now with me (Now) lookin' down (Down)
Same clown that was Twit-pickin' at my weddin' (Ayy)
On the same Twitter page disrespectin' (What?), wait a second (Hold up)
Never mind my imperfections, this a fact, remember that
No mistake's too great to recover and bounce back
See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: T.I., Chris Brown]
Ayy, when they push you down, you got to get back up (I'm only human, dawg)
(I gotta get back up)
Ayy, when they push you down, you got to get back up (I'm just a human y'all)
Push the dirt off your jersey then go for the cup (Ayy, ayy)
(Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, no, no)
Or the trophy, or the ring, champion no matter what
'Cause when you got the belt, and the ring
People with you poppin' bottles, takin' pictures, look around (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But soon as you fall down, all the haters passin' judgement (Oh, no, no)
Fly as I'm is shawty, I'ma rise above this (Oh, no, no, no, no)
[Verse 2: T.I.]
I admit, yeah, I done some dumb shit
Disappointed erry'body, I know (Damn)
Try not to hold that against me though (Ayy)
My road to redemption has no GPS
So guess that time must be invested for this to be manifested (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, it's hard livin' life in the spotlight
Tryna dodge the haters same time as the cop light (Whoop)
The Bible say, "Let he without sin cast the stone first" (Stone first)
The sinner or the one who judged him, who was wrong first? (Huh)
Yeah, he go to work, never done no drugs up until the Fed
He just drink his liquor, touch his kids, beat his wife instead (Damn)
Difference is my shortcomings hit the media
Thanks to TMZ, the AJC, and Wikipedia (What?)
See the stairway to Heaven while steppin' down Jacob's ladder
My good outweigh the bad, God ain't that what really matter? (Nope)
And matter fact, I'm wrong, but after that
The good I done in your hood, should it over-shadow that? (Shadow)
Got the world laughin' at me for the moment
But it gonna be your turn 'fore it's over with, even if you're so legit
That you get a house with a dog and a picket fence (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
The people with you then, but when they turn on you remember this (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: T.I., Chris Brown]
Ayy, when they push you down, you got to get back up (I'm only human, dawg)
Ayy, when they push you down, you got to get back up (I'm just a human y'all)
Push the dirt off your jersey then go for the cup (Ayy, ayy)
Or the trophy, or the ring, champion no matter what
'Cause when you got the belt, and the ring
People with you poppin' bottles, takin' pictures, look around (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But soon as you fall down, all the haters passin' judgement (Oh, no, no)
Fly as I'm is shawty, I'ma rise above this (Oh, no, no, no, no)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Bridge: Chris Brown, T.I.]
So I say (Hello out there)
Hello out there
(I'm only human, dawg)
(Can you hear me?) Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
(I'm only human, dawg)
(It's an S.O.S) Oh-oh, oh-oh
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(To let me, be me) Yeah, ayy
(Hello out there) You gotta give
(Ayy, you can love me, or either leave me)
(Can you hear me?) You gotta give
(Before you judge me, just let me be me)
(It's an S.O.S) You gotta, gotta believe
Ayy, you can love me, or either leave me
(To let me, be me) In me, ayy
(Before you judge me, see life ain't easy)
(Hello out there)
Now (Yeah), you gon' miss me when I'm gone (Yes)
(Can you hear me?)
Promise when I'm gone, I bet you gon' miss me when I'm gone (You gon' miss me when I'm gone)
(It's an S.O.S)
Huh, you gon' miss me when I'm gone (Yes)
(To let me, be me)
Promise when I'm gone, I bet you gon' miss me when I'm gone (You gon' miss me when I'm gone)
[Interlude: T.I.]
I accept full responsibility for all the wrong I've done
If y'all thought I was perfect
I apologize for bein' human, man
But never again, partner, you could put my life on that
[Chorus: T.I., Chris Brown]
Ayy, when they push you down, you got to get back up (I'm only human, y'all)
Ayy, when they push you down, you got to get back up (I'm just a human y'all)
Push the dirt off your jersey then go for the cup (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Or the trophy, or the ring, champion no matter what (Okay)
'Cause when you got the belt, and the ring (Yeah)
People with you poppin' bottles, takin' pictures, look around (Look around)
But soon as you fall down, all the haters passin' judgement (Oh, no, no)
Fly as I'm is shawty, I'ma rise above this (Oh, no, no, no, no)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Outro: Chris Brown, T.I.]
(Hello out there)
Ayy, you can love me, or either leave me
(Can you hear me?)
Before you judge me, just let me be me
(It's an S.O.S)
Ayy, you can love me, or either leave me
(To let me, be me)
Before you judge me, see life ain't easy7 | Hip-HopRap | 29 | 10 | 2,010 | 53,644 |
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2,777 | Drivin’ Me Wild | Common | [Chorus: Lily Allen]
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
Love is not a mystery, it's everything
[Verse 1: Common]
She was the type to watch Oprah and the Today Show
Be on the treadmill, uh, like OK Go
Had a body, A body that you can't pay fo'
That mean she had some Ds on her but they wasn't fake though
Had a drive for a drive for Rodeo
She spent pesos on those labels
Spin class at the gym, strip tease on a pole
She was so obsessed with her body and clothes
To every party she goes, tryin hard to be chose
They say it's hard for a pimp but extra hard for these (hoes)
Readin Us and People mag, tryna get the scoop
Chasin a actor for a Bentley Coupe
She been through the ball player from the Clippers, then came the pumps off
All thinkin she number one where she was just a jumpoff
Doin all she can for a man and a baby
Drivin herself crazy like the astronaut lady
See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Chorus: Lily Allen]
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
Love is not a mystery, it's everything
[Verse 2: Common]
He had paper since we was in we was in high school
Pop was a doc, mom taught at my school
Lock with the rocks, in his ears he kept jewels
One of the Diddy types, da D-D-Dame Dash dudes
Pushed a Maserati sport, reading the Robb Report
Wanted to be Mike but he was never live at sports
Since golf is in he was on the drivin course
To live the rap life is what he was strivin for
Spendin cash at the bar to get credit
Drinkin Chaundon just because Big said it
They say Ye is but dude was big headed
Rocked the fur in the summer so somebody'd pet it
He had a fetish for shoes that's athletic
Pathetic on his MySpace page half nekkid
It's a shame what they do for fame and to be respected
Joe, you coulda got it if you never woulda stressed it
[Chorus: Lily Allen]
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
Love is not a mystery, it's everything
[Verse 3: Common]
They was one of them couples, people said they were the it
Unbreakable, like Bobby and Whit
Or Ryan and Reese, or Kimora and Russ
Relationships can be dead but look live to us
I guess we all been through it where we try too much
Losin yourself and you're lyin' and stuff
Wishin for the diamond cuffs, in search of a ring
Where love is not a mystery it's everything
[Chorus: Lily Allen]
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
Love is not a mystery, it's everything
[Outro: Lily Allen]
Gets me down
Gets me down
Gets me down
Gets me down
Gets me down
Gets me
Love is not a mystery, it's everything7 | Hip-HopRap | 31 | 8 | 2,007 | 25,135 |
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2,778 | Black Gloves | Young Buck | [Verse 1: Young Buck]
Walk through a nigga block
Two Glock, two tecs, two two-threes
Give a nigga what he really want
When bitch niggas don't want beef
Bitch niggas don't know me
Wait 'til a nigga get in range
Hate when a nigga wanna run his mouth
Then, live his life in pain
We ain't even used to this
Talkin, where the gunshots at?
Loose lips sink ships
Y'all niggas didn't even pop back
Oh Lord, I swear
Any motherfucker holla my name
I'm raw, spelled backwards
Dat's what I'm gon' brang
Banks, what a nigga thankin?
We ain't got guns? No troops?
E'rythang bulletproof
Snipers layin down on the roof
Stash box in the Coupe NI-GGAH
I'm tellin you the truth NI-GGAH
I raise them lil' penny boys
All they do is come shoot niggas
You might also like[Bridge: Young Buck]
Black glove, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
Put a couple holes in a ho
Let a nigga know he 'bout to go
Put the pump right to his throat
Bet he won't talk no mo'
[Hook: Young Buck]
Black glove, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
Black glove, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I'm comin', through the front do'
Mask on, let's ride
E'rybody on the motherfuckin' flo'
Soon as a nigga get inside
My hood, my clique
Yo' wife, my bitch
Show a nigga that you really love him
Set him up to hit a good lick
Cops comin', I'm not runnin'
If I do die, don't cry
I hadn't planned on stayin' long anyway
I ain't gon' lie
Wonder why I still got bricks?
Wonder why I still got clips?
Cause ain't a damn thang changed
Ever since Young Buck done got rich
Are you ready for the outcome?
Why you walkin 'round without a gun?
Shit real 'til a nigga get killed
Then you wanna run and get one
Fuck that, I'm callin out names
Ja Rule, y'all loose
I don't even care how it started
Fuck me? FUCK YOU!
Wait 'til Yayo get home
We gon' really get these niggas gone
But for now a nigga hold on
I'mma show you how to break a bone
Ca$hville, Ten-a-ki' nigga
We thugs, you knew it
New York, we here
Fo' life, G-Unit!
[Hook: Young Buck]
Black glove, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
Black glove, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!! Young Buck nigga!
Ca$hville Tennessee nigga
From yo' hood to my hood motherfucker
New York City nigga, ha ha ha
Real shit nigga
It's all good nigga, ha ha ha
It's all hood nigga3 | Hip-HopRap | 24 | 8 | 2,004 | 8,298 |
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2,779 | Sandwitches | Tyler, The Creator | [Intro: Tyler]
Odd Future
Wolf Gang
They are them
We are us
Kill them all (Do it with me)
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, bitch, bitch over there in the yellow, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Say it loud!
Like you mean it!
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature
Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?
Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang
[Verse 1: Tyler]
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough
And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that john
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck you"
I got ten of these Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley-oop
The Golf Wang hooligans is fucking up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh
You might also like[Chorus]
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them
[Verse 2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
[Chorus]
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them
[Verse 3: Hodgy]
It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank
[Verse 4: Tyler]
Free Earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking clique
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with, bitch
[Outro]
And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang81 | Unknown | 8 | 10 | 2,010 | 577,980 |
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2,781 | Fallin’ | De La Soul | [Intro: Teenage Fanclub]
Oooohh ....Travelling at the speed of love
Do do da-doo
[Pos]
Hey yo kids, (whats up?)
Remember when I used to be dope, (yeah!)
I owned a pocket full of fame
(But look what you're doing now), I know, Well I know
I lost touch with reality, now my personality
Is an unwanted commodity (believe it)
Can't believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mic
(Six million ways) I used to run it
I guess Oscar Goldman got mad
Cause I got loose circuits (so loose, so loose)
I be the mother goose with the eggs that seemed to be
Fallin Fallin Fallin
You played yourself (x4)
[Dave]
Hey yo pack my bags cause I'm out of here
Momma don't love me and my momma don't care
Read the papers, the headlines say
Washed-Up Rapper Got a Song (Wawkah!)
Lingo's busting while the guitar sways
B-Side copy for the radio plays for something
I knew I blew the whole fandango
When the drum programmer wore a Kangol
Never could be like baked fish won't bite bait
Realize that I'm over like clover
No good lucking so Mase keep the fucking beat
While the teenage fans the heat
I bring it to the blues, I pay all my dues
So what's gone's dead, let me use my forehead
Easy pack it up man, let me stop stalling
Cause everything I do is like falling
You might also likeFalling Falling
You played yourself (x12)
[OUTRO...Baby! (Baby!)...Baby (baby)...baby (baby) baby
...come on Baby wear those daisies yeah!
...look at those girls with the daisy dukes
Daisy dukes..... (laughin'...)]4 | Hip-Hop | 14 | 9 | 1,993 | 13,721 |
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2,783 | WW III | Ruff Ryders | [Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die - Volume 2
Tugboats... ehh, it's over
Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
It's the second time around motherfucker! (YESS!)
Volume 2 - Ryde or Die, BIATCH!
Gangsta nigga and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
(Fo' sho' baby!) We the square root of the motherfuckin streets!
(Fo' sho' baby!) Double R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!!
YEAH!!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] & (Snoop Dogg)
State yo' name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg.. bow wow!)
Where you representin? (West coast)
You gon' hold it down? (Please believe it nigga)
Enough said then nigga (hold up.. BIATCH)
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Mmm, let's make this official
Shine yo' boots and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials cause this'll
Be the official for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizzle, nigga blow the whistle
Smokin on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
Will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
Dig this - when was the last time you seen me
Posted up West coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me - it ain't easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
Wit these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass breezies
Man - I couldn't remember what they told me
When I first came in the game but thangs done changed
Call it what you wanna, keep the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California - spinnin like a 'Tona
Bangin on the corner, hot like a sauna
So you best to back up off me or I kick this straight up on ya
You might also like[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] & (Yung Wun)
State yo' name yungsta (YUNG WUN!)
Where you representin? (ATL SHAWTY!!)
You gon' hold it down? (DAMN RIGHT!!!)
Well nuff said then (Ease up, nigga!)
(Man throw dem treys up!)
[Verse 2: Yung Wun]
Shorty pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
Wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
I'mma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy
I'mma break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted; DAMN RIGHT, I get retarded
I'm a yung-un and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk that shit
I'mma stay low, keep it real and sho' to come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a Ryde or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
Get beside yourself it's bye bye nigga
When it come to Glock cockin and drop poppin
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] & (Scarface)
State yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
Where you representin? (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it down? (You God damn right)
Enough said then nigga
[Verse 3: Scarface]
Heidi-ho! Scarface the Don, pullin the strings to your alarm
Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit mine
Guerilla tactics, guranteein my enemy die
It's worldwide army alert for all soliders
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
Don't disrepect it, you don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggas call on; when negotiations are halted
And the time comes for the beatin of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these niggas think they can't be moved
Realizie they don't scare niggas like they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] & (Jadakiss)
State yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you representin? (East coast dawg)
You gon' hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
Enough said then nigga (Let's go)
(Let's go)
[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe
The only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from Bronx Tale, you can't leave
Get kissed on yo' cheek then you meant to die
Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
You know my style; 20 niggas wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twistin these honies out
Never left the crack game still on a money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes and mouth
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And that's fouler that swallowin pork
And to fuck wit the feds dog
You know I push the prowler to court
Toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't industry niggas
We in-the-STREETS, niggas - you motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch - now what?
[Outro: All together]
Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (East COAST!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (West COAST!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Biatch!)
Yeah, Double R motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!2 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 7 | 2,000 | 18,694 |
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2,784 | Girls (Limp Bizkit Diss) | Eminem | [Intro]
Ayo, dawg, I got some shit on my motherfuckin' chest
That I need to get off 'cause if I don't
I'ma fuckin' explode or somethin'
Now, look, this is the story about
Some little fuckin' girls that I know
It goes like this
[Verse 1]
It's so easy for me to make enemies any more, it's sickening
People are lookin' for an excuse to jump on my shitlist
Stickin' their noses in shit that isn't none of their business
I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions
Now I'm in the position that I don't wanna be in shit
I never had no beef with you corny son-of-a-bitches
But now the shit is broke and you can't do nothin' to fix it
So I'm tellin' you right now, motherfuck a Limp Bizkit
Now I'ma be real, B-Real was real
He ain't say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin, see, he chilled
He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral
I'd have never involved my crew if it wasn't for pupils
Peoples, whatever your backpackin' cipherin' name is
Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you were sayin' and
I'da never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies
Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies
Hit the studio and I'll admit, I had a few in me
Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain't mad at you any
But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked
I'da never gave you that much attention intentionally
Then I look on the TV, now look who's mentioning me
That little fuckin' weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV
After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV
Talkin' 'bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me?
Come on, dawg, you was s'posed to be on that song
Talkin' 'bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong?
What's wrong? You scared? And Fred, you said you was dissin' him too
I shoulda knew better than to listen to you
You fuckin' sissy, up on stage, screamin' how people hate you
They don't hate you, they just think you're corny since Christina played you
And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back
That's a sissy act, and don't call me kissin' my ass
'Cause I swear to God this ain't just a song, I'm tryna to pre-warn you
Lethal, when I fuckin' see you, dog, I'm swingin' on you!
Motherfuckers must think 'cause I'm in trouble with the law
That I won't jaw 'em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow
Y'all some...
You might also like[Hook]
Girls (Y'all are some goddamn girls)
Why do you act this way? (Why do you act this way, huh?)
Why do y'all act like fuckin' sissies, you pussies
Keep talkin' shit behind my back, you just some bitches for that
And we all know (we all know, hah)
How fuckin' cowards roll (Keep rollin' rollin' rollin'!)
In fuckin' Bentleys and pretend to be down
But as soon as someone calls you out
You put your tail between your legs and bow down
[Post-Hook]
Now, I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
To be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em, all I ask
Is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
And I won't put you in 'em
'Cause I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
To be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em, all I ask
Is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
And I won't put you in 'em
[Verse 2]
Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on
But if I help you sell one record
And I see you at a show, I'll strip you naked
See, I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends
Now I got five dawgs that'd die for me like I'd die for them
I'd fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim
All of 'em been with me through this fucked up life that I'm in
That goes for all of my dawgs, from Royce to Dre
From Xzibit to Mel-Man, 'til I'm hoist away
In my coffin I'll never soften, no matter how often I'm tested
I'll never give a fuck, I won't never be interested
Love me or hate me as much as Fred wants to be hated
I will solemnly stand by every statement I stated
This shit that I been through my pencil never could pencil
But I will never be this gullible ever again no, nope
Next time I'll know when someone's copyin' off me
I'm not bein' cocky, I just know when somebody's mockin' me
I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger (hey!)
I say, "Fuck Christina!", he says, "Fuck Christina!", but meaner
So from doin' a song with Method to beggin' to get accepted
I'm peggin' Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with
And as for Lethal, don't forget what I said
I'm fuckin' you up, punk, you're dead! Don't think that I'm playin'!
And fuck Bizkit! 'Cause I know you're sayin', "Fuck D12!"
Only not to our face, under your breath to yourselves
Little ...
[Hook]
Girls (Motherfuckin' females)
Why do you act this way? (Why do you act this way, huh?)
Why do y'all act like fuckin' sissies, you pussies
Keep talkin' shit behind my back, you just some bitches for that
And we all know (we all know the truth)
How fuckin' cowards roll (Keep rollin' rollin' rollin'!)
In fuckin' Bentley's and pretend to be down
But as soon as someone calls you out
You put your tail between your legs and bow down
[Post-Hook]
Now, I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
To be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em, all I ask
Is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
And I won't put you in 'em
'Cause I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
To be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em, all I ask
Is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
And I won't put you in 'em
[Outro]
And that's it, that's all there is to it, dawg
If you didn't wanna do the fuckin' song
Don't say you're down with doin' the fuckin' song
And then back out at the last minute
And then go on motherfuckin' MTV talkin' about
Everlast can whip my motherfuckin' ass
If you're scared of Whitey Ford, dawg
Just say you're scared of Whitey Ford, that's it
That's all you had to fuckin' say, I wouldn'ta said shit
I woulda backed off, did the motherfuckin' song myself
And not put you motherfuckers in it, that's all
Now, I ain't even on no rap shit no more
I'm on some fuckin-you-up-shit when I see you
And I will see you, too
Oh, and by the way, Fred
That wasn't an accident
I didn't mean to give you a play at the Music Awards
Haha!25 | Rap | 31 | 5 | 2,001 | 242,520 |
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2,785 | 120 (G-Unit & Lil’ Eazy-E Diss) | The Game | [50 Cent sample x4]
Baby this is real shit
My record sales slow, I'm a show you my dick
[DJ Clue - over sample]
C'mon, Game, it's the last one! No more after this, man, for real! Stop Snitchin'–Stop Lyin'!
[The Game]
Here the breakdown
No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I mean that
G-Unot cocksucker, better believe that
I say it one time, watch the whole world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now that's for Billboard, rest in peace
And since my nigga died, I been stressed, no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete
I guess you could say Mýa got the best of me
Came back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my Converse, bitch, and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak
That's when I go Bishop in Juice and start flexin' heat
You could get it in the stomach just like Raheem
Cause runnin' with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my next album, five million and countin'
Anticipating, tellin' the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother
Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile
You talkin' behind his back and in his face you smile
You moved out the house, you a failure now
And lil' Game grew up to be a problem child
I whip ya head boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip ya head boy, with the back of my tech
Yep, your fuckin' group fell flat without me
You mad, what you gonna do, rap about me?
Your bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my shoes a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga; fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need detox
Hopefully you make it out in time to be on Detox
Cause Black Wall Street expandin', yeah I bought three blocks
My CL so smooth, it should've came with Pete Rock
And let's not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot
You want credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you never go back
Here's a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes around comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he don't feed no rats
I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with one brick, built my own company
And don't spread news about it unless it come from me
Guess who's the boss, nigga my squad deep
But Glasses Malone is not signed to Black Wall Street
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Hear that Mike?
And don't be alarmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my logo kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got love for ya pops and I always will
So on behalf of Eric Wright: my nigga, you gotta chill!
I'm the reason you new westcoast niggas got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill
For real, you mothafuckas ain't got half my skill
I run this shit like OJ in pads for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin Desert Eagles, nigga suck on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin' out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin' out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickle? Fuck it, talk is cheap
When I see you, and I'm gonna see you
I'mma strip you down asshole naked and that's how I'mma leave you
Then I'mma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
With Black Wall Street tattooed on his back
Nigga signed to G-unit, now they bustin' guns
But last week it was: "My nigga Game! What up, dun?"
See, that's what the fuck I mean: you can't trust these rap niggas!
And you wonder why I always say "Fuck these rap niggas"?
So I'mma break it down for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, let the beef begin:
Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the nigga's style
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin' him for a while
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And that's the same reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Place Eminem in the number three spot
And Snoop is like my big brother, we both raised by the Doc
Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just like Paul Wall got me sittin' sideways
And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin' song
I fuck with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying "Free Pimp C!"
And thats the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin' and bought two Bentleys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't tempt me
Turnin' Spider Loc against me, cause you're scared to come get me
Cuz know whats up, Bloods still got love for 'em
Come to the block, I'll shake off the rug for 'em
As for G-unit, motherfucker it's a wrap
Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all else fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear that G-unit spinner when you come to L.A
I have a nigga parkin' cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna turn back past him when the gun in his face
The real chain still in Chicago but I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin back shit
Unless Olivia show the whole world she got a dick
Can't sing to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit
And I want my ten G's cause Yayo caught a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move
Cause in the end you lost a hundred mill to a cartoon
Three years after you got tatted by Cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit gonna fall apart... soon!
See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Outro]
Hahahahaha!
Faggot ass niggas!
I guess I win, nigga
Life is a game of chess, nigga:
Some kings, some queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin' Ma$e:
You niggas is pawns!
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little, hahaha
Stop Snitchin'–Stop Lyin' in stores December 6th
The DVD, it's a tell all motherfuckers
Yeah, my documentaries be better than your movies nigga, hahaha
I drove by your house, nigga!
Go buy the DVD; $16.99, nigga
At your local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
Shout out to the moms and pops, for helping me slay them faggots
G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-Unot! Hahahaha
Pop off nigga, hahahaha, pop off nigga, pop off
It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone4 | Unknown | 6 | 12 | 2,005 | 23,264 |
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2,788 | Knockout | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League (Uh)
Yeah
Uh
Yay (Uh)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Hey, Barbie, a-a-are are you into Black men?
Hey-hey-hey, hey, Barbie
Hey, I could be your Black Ken (Wow)
'Cause once you go Black, you never go back
She wear her hair black, with curls in the back
Then she threw that ass back, back, back
Then I fell to the mat
And after that, everything went black
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em, "Get the referee"
'Cause he can ('Cause he can)
Get the knockout (Get the knockout)
Get the telephone please, it's an emergency
'Cause he can ('Cause he can)
Get the knockout (Get the knockout)
Get the knockout
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Hey, Barbie, can I call you Barbara?
Hey, Barbie, yeah, can I call you tomorrow and today?
'Cause once you go Black, you never go back
And once you go Wayne, everybody else is whack
Then she threw that ass back, back, back, then I fell to the mat
And after that, everything went black
You might also like[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em, "Get the referee"
'Cause he can ('Cause he can)
Get the knockout (Get the knockout)
Get the telephone please, it's an emergency
'Cause he can ('Cause he can)
Get the knockout (Get the knockout)
Get the knockout
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
(Uh, uh)
Aw, fuck it, give me that damn bucket
W-when I throw this pussy, you better not start duckin'
Oh, yo, hit-hit 'em with the blow
Look-look out in the crowd and everybody's yellin', "No"
Grab him by his locks and give us a good box
Then hit him below the belt, I wanna give him good top (Hey)
Top (Hey), top (Hey), give him good top
Hit him below the belt, I wanna to give him good top (Hey)
One, two, three, they yellin', "One, two, three"
I done hit 'em with that motherfuckin' crunk two-piece
Tell 'em, tell 'em to mop out, too late to cop out
Give 'em more head than toupees at the knockout
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em, "Get the referee"
'Cause he can ('Cause he can)
Get the knockout (Get the knockout)
Get the telephone please, it's an emergency
'Cause he can ('Cause he can)
Get the knockout (Get the knockout)
Get the knockout (Get the knockout)
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
So just knock me out
So just knock me out
Damn, just knock me out
So just knock me out, just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out12 | Hip-HopRap | 2 | 2 | 2,010 | 72,514 |
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2,791 | I Just Wanna Party | Yelawolf | [Intro: Yelawolf and Gucci Mane]
Yeah (burr)
Go white girl, it's ya birthday
Go white girl, it's ya birthday
Yelawolf Mane, and Gucci
Go white girl, it's ya birthday
Yelawolf Mane, and Gucci
Holler at Jermaine
So I got this twelve pack (burr)
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear saying, she just wanna party
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Trunk Muzik got these boppers poppin' on the Richter scale
D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishing well
Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma’s box of zinfandel
Sip it with ya southern belle, bet ya she won't kiss and tell
Bit them black, I'm mister pale
Pack the pack and drink the ale
Getting drunk, I’m drunk as hell
Don’t think I can leave my chair
Got a tooth brush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin rappers
You don’t wanna see me there
Blindside 'em, blindside 'em, bitch I’ll leave you reading braille
You can’t Lady Gaga me, don’t bother with the poker face
I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away
Got so many hook ups I could pull the muthafuckin train
Kitchen full of bottles baby, tell me what you want again
See Yelawolf LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like[Chorus]
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin'
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear saying
I just wanna party
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Get wasted, too wasted, so wasted it's scary
Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty
Let's party like its 1960, I’m the E A Jimmy Hendrix
Now the hip I'ma hippopotamus, I’m Rollin up that rhinoceros
She's jocking and it's obvious, I land in your metropolis
Don’t know who the baby’s father is, but I don’t owe no apologies
She just want a Harley, I’m rollin up the Marley, I’m drunk as Paul McCartney
I’m Gucci Mane not pootie tang, I put it down, don’t pick it up
Advice to you, don’t pick on us, Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns
We came here with 5 of 'em, we gon leave here with 9 of 'em
That’s 14, I’m keepin 'em around, I’m goin 'til I get tired of 'em
[Chorus]
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin'
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear saying
I just wanna party
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Cocaine on the table, Rittz the Rapper got'em choppin lines
Twenty doller bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifa's rollin' pot
Jackie Chain is rollin' rollin', Yelawolf is pourin' pourin'
Slow motion got hoes in motion, I think it’s the perfect time
To put 'em in the mood, to put 'em in the car
Take 'em to the house and (what?)
Take her to the room, take it to the mouth
How we do it down south (what?)
I’m always going going
Ghet-O-Vision is sewing, plowing, growing, growing
Cropdusting from a Boeing
Catfish Billy, on ya grill (ey)
Cook it up, make a milli
Gettin stupid, gettin silly
Drinking beer (ey), also chilly
Fucked up but I’ll tell you that I can't complain
Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained
[Chorus]
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin'
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear saying
I just wanna party
Bama!
We just wanna party (Hah Hah Hah)
Yellow, Gucci (BURR)
That’s hard7 | Hip-Hop | 12 | 8 | 2,010 | 41,867 |
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2,792 | Hoes & Ladies | T-Pain | [Intro: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
Hey, yee
Just in, Young Fyre
Teddy P
[Hook: Lil Wayne & T-Pain]
And you if give a fuck that your friends stuck up
And she don’t wanna mess up her hair
And if you wanna fuck, like I wanna fuck
Put your muthafucking hands in the air
I’m on Five-Hour Energy, Nuvo and Hennessy
So what you wanna do little baby
Now all my ladies in the house say hoe
And all my hoes in the house say lady
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I’m so considerate, I never quit a bitch
No matter how many niggas hit, or how many dick she licked
I please that clitoris, I give her a kiss and shit
When other niggas don’t stay long enough, they get the digits and split
If ain't nobody telling you that you are pretty
That's just because you are and they do not want to admit it
Look at all that ass, you ain't got to have titties
At least you part of the itty bitty titty committee really
You goin let em style on you, or you can let em talk
Hop up in this Lamborghini, baby, go on let em walk
Stop hanging round them stupid bitches, you’d be better off
Them hoes dirty birds, Atlanta Hawks
Go on wear them granny draws
Matter of fact go put that dress on, and don't wear any drawls and come sit on Santa Claus
We can take some pictures with the islands in the back drop
We can go to PC, but you’ll still be my laptop
See T-Pain LiveGet tickets as low as $40You might also like[Hook: Lil Wayne & T-Pain]
And you if give a fuck that your friends stuck up
And she don’t wanna mess up her hair
And if you wanna fuck, like I wanna fuck
Put your muthafucking hands in the air
I’m on Five-Hour Energy, Nuvo and Hennessy
So what you wanna do little baby
Now all my ladies in the house say hoe
And all my hoes in the house say lady
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Kiss her on the thigh make her pussy hole cry
They say numbers don't lie, lets try a 69
Kiss her on her lips let her pussy hole drip
She can't even walk to the bathroom she gotta skip
Kiss her on her cheek, make her pussy lips speak
Now she pulling on my locks, Kiss, Styles, Sheek
Kiss her on her breasts, east and west
And then I go south and clean up my mess
No stop signs, no red lights
She put on a show, no stage fright
And then I fuck her right, and she say fucking right
She climb on top that mountain and ride that mountain bike
She keep it nice and wet, like Armor All,
She keep a close shave like Barbasol
But all in all she’s just Weezy baby
[Hook x2: Lil Wayne & T-Pain]
And you if give a fuck that your friends stuck up
And she don’t wanna mess up her hair
And if you wanna fuck, like I wanna fuck
Put your muthafucking hands in the air
I’m on Five-Hour Energy, Nuvo and Hennessy
So what you wanna do little baby
Now all my ladies in the house say hoe
And all my hoes in the house say lady3 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 5 | 2,011 | 10,616 |
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2,793 | Dimethyltryptamine | Jay Electronica | [Verse: Jay Electronica]
Pigs with the heads of men spat acid
That lasered my third eye closed like LASIK
A midget in a casket like a baby in a bonnet
With a bottle and a basset horn playing the theme song
From Children of the Corn, oh I must be dreaming
A lady in a night gown puffing kush screaming
Signalled me over, "Psst, you with the waves
I’ve seen you from the Catholic church steeple diggin' graves
I got your number sonny
So ain't no use of fighting, yelling or running from me"
"I never ran ma'am", "Well then you ain't a clever man Sam"
Listen, the two-faced king from Britain and Rome
Had a baby in a bush on the grassy knoll
Where they peel back the orange head peel of a gnome
He said "Hey MC, I know you like killing 'em
You terrorized the skies for 25 millenniums
Now you settin fire to land
You the lion, you the savior, the messiah, the lamb
You need back up, you moving on the youth at dawn
Call Badu and get Tyrone on the megaphone
Tell'em I sent you and your codename is Megatron
If trouble comes use your brain like a telephone
He'll take you to the Chocolate City
Where two-face and the prince of darkness had a Committee of Snakes
Drill 'em, let the skin peel off to reveal him
Then spray 'em wit them rhymes you like spilling
Hit 'em up real, real good but don't kill him
We only want to burn him to the point that they willing
To give the location of the blank face villain
Who split atoms and give mushrooms to civilians
Hiroshima never recovered and all the evidence was smothered
Under a thick cloud of rubble
The pope is his brother
The hillsides is his mother
That statue with the torch and steel eyes is his lover
She's a harlot, who stood still like time while New York turned scarlet
And the levee monster sucked up New Orleans
While they was playin' man vs. man in Afghanistan
With they mind on Iran, Iraq and Sudan
Let him recruit you, he will try to use his powers to seduce you
Just let him think that the feeling is mutual
Because if he found out that you already knew
The atom had a positive, a negative and a neutral
He'll probably salute you
Then wait till you turn your back like a coward and shoot you
People this shit is crucial
You might also like[Outro: John F. Kennedy 1960 Speech]
But this administration has failed to recognize, has failed to recognize that in these changing times, with a revolution of rising expectation sweeping the globe, the United States has lost its image as a new, strong, vital, revolutionary society12 | Alternative | null | null | null | 81,983 |
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2,795 | Make ’Em Say Uhh! | Master P | [Intro]
[Rappin 4-Tay] No Limit Studios, whassup?
[Random Caller] Who dis is? Who dis is?
[R4T] Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh this is P
[R4T] P?!
Yeah this is P!
[R4T] P?!
(Yeah)
[R4T] If this P lemme hear ya say uhh
Uhh
[R4T] This ain't no motherfuckin P!
Man, hang the phone up
[Chorus: Master P & No Limit]
Uhh
Na-nah na-nah
Make em say uhh (uhh)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
[Verse 1: Master P]
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combat
Convicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches
And niggas come short, I'm diggin ditches
M.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief
And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin out some teeth
I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Steppin on toes, break a niggas nose
In the projects niggas anything goes
Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier
At ease now salute, this pass me the doja
You might also like[Chorus 3X: Master P & No Limit]
Make em say uhh (uhh)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
[Verse 2: Fiend]
Fiend exercisin his right of exorcism, bustin out the Expedition
Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission
They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary
No tellin how bad it get, because the worst'll vary
I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store, cause they know
Everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'
Little Fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage
In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up
My uhh went twice (uhh, uhh)
And ended with nine, get em
[Chorus 2X: Master P & No Limit]
Make em say uhh (uhh)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
[Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker]
P gon' make ya say uhh!, I'mma make you say ahh!
I'm not Eric B. but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin crowd
I stay on like light switches, money, cause I like riches
Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya
Nigga make em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip
After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah
I hang with niggas, I do my thang with niggas (uhh)
They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas
So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick
Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick too!
Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence? You might be right
Cause I'll step in the club and say somethin
To get that motherfucker start to, fightin!! (Bout it!!)
Bad as Vogues, I'm cold, extra see through
Be G's fuckin knockin niggas cause I make em all see 3-D
And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back
I run this motherfucker, TRU niggas
And I betcha I'll make yall stay back!
[Chorus 2X: Master P & No Limit]
Make em say uhh (uhh)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
[Verse 4: Mia X]
We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed
And cocked, we got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot
Check the spots that we got, on Billboard
This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes
Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic
Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets
We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggas
Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia
The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her
Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed
If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away
So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin
Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin
[Chorus 2X: Master P & No Limit]
Make em say uhh (uhh)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
[Verse 5: Mystikal]
I'm that nigga that rappers look up to when they won't know how to do it
Used to be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair
Used to live on Tchoupitoulas
I done paid my dues, but still played the blues
Nigga play me like you was scared to lose
I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news
I’m with them No Limit niggas, makin' major moves
I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop
You can't stop me, so bitch don't try we
We TRU soldiers, we don't die
We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah
All aboard, bitch could get barely inside
The Riverboat Hallelujah
Niggas goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside Rumors
Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!!
C there, Silkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P there
Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars
I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders
I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high
Watch how many bitches get wild, na-nah na-nah
[Chorus 4X: Master P & No Limit]
Make em say uhh (uhh)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)5 | Hip-HopRap | 2 | 9 | 1,997 | 112,137 |
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2,796 | This Is Family | Fabolous | [Verse 1: Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot?
I damage the block, I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate, tryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop
Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops
Tryna figure out how to make this animal stop
Who these niggas tryna take down, breakdown? Trey pound
Eight rounds, he ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gon' get up
There's only one legend alive, the rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard to roast ya
I'll creep in your crib and put your brains on your Barkley posters
Got no time to be boxing around
I got the ox and the pound, I'll leave you in a box in the ground
Got the keys to the game and we locking this down
Underwater with the sharks and we not gonna drown
Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town
I'm copping a pound, they ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Verse 2: Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit'll get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats
Player haters talkin' 'bout they gon' get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than a shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
The white bitch got me rich like Federline
Fuck a G-pack, I'll show you how to re' crack (How?)
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac (Oh)
The weed good price, plus it smoke so spec-y (How much it cost?)
Three thousand for pound of some Dro Pesci
Y'all niggas only talkers, I'll let my homies spark ya
We in them Spurs that's faster than Tony Parker (What else?)
This is Family, nigga, don't ever cross my brother (No)
Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother
Mention names in my family tree
This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
I, swear to God the next nigga I give it to
Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to (Let's do it)
I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best hands down like 6:30
See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 3: Paul Cain]
Look, like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties
Posing us can't be wise, swept across, your family dies
Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise
And whoever he stands beside hit him where he can't survive
Throw the drop or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left
No autopsy necessary to determine the cause of death
Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath
Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest
That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers
I'll spray 'em but I'm no painter, to this here, I'm no stranger
It's obvious you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger
Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers
Like purple broke up in the Dutch, leave you broke up on a crutch
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gon' body you and have to hook your wife to an IV too
Put both of your parents side by side in ICU (Everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can have a proper wake
Don't interfere with Family business, that's how we operate
[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
Yo, niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad
You need help with a jump, got some cables in the car
Cause they all become nondescript
When something bright is on your wrist
Like you repping the Bionic Six
Who wan' fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire
I'm an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wan' try us?
That .4-5'll spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat
And make you really ghost ride the whip
It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me
Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money
Soon as it's un-tuck, BLAM! Talking 'bout you tough scrams
I'm coming through your window, something like Bruh Man
It's just who we are, if I see y'all, it's ER
Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans G-Star
Tell me how they gon' manage
Letting off Virginia TECs now, dudes ain't even safe on campus
Gotta spaz on cowards, every twenty-four, every half-hour
Niggas be tryna be Jack Bauer
So let fam' keep talking, and you gon' need a weekend at Bernie's
If you tryna see a dead man walking
[Verse 5: Red Cafe]
Yeah, I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off, nigga
Callouses on my pop finger pop off nigga
Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump
'Fore them bodies drop out, six Glocks in the trunk
Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying
When they move that, more whip whop arriving
And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix
Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic
For the Family, I'll be squeezing, no reason
Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing
Niggas on the low kidnapped my flow
Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow
Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gon' sit back the fo'
Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw
Eastside, Westside, I be in my Converse
This a convict rapping, It's a con's verse
Arm & Hammer mis-man, Los, Joey or Ris-am
All they gotta do is chirp and them things gon' blis-am
Shakedown fiz-am
Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an
Blocka blocka
[Verse 6: Fabolous]
Now if they get me on wire traces, I'ma die in Comstock
I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked
Firebomb box set up by your mom's block
Go off on time 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by his arms, ock
We gon' go this liar harm while his crying moms watch
Last seen in Brooklyn, they found 'em by a Bronx lot
Rifles from the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on SWAT
And if they get me, Brooklyn gon' riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock
'Round here, that's better than buying from Viacom stock
Look, you can't hold nothing but I got a shell to give
I'll make his relative show me where the fella live
Ain't that his baby sis'? Get up in this Mayby, miss
'Fore I pull this curtain, start squirting like baby piss
If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing
You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin
Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef' too
This'll a-go in and out they chest like a breath do
You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til this red light's on ya
It's like the Playstation's off
Smith & Wesson work, Luger .9 labor
Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors
[Outro: Fabolous]
This is Family nigga, do not cross the brothers
I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other
A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother
One of your grandparents, even your baby brother
Cause everybody knows, everybody goes
I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is Family beef
So you better not touch a branch on this Family tree, nigga1 | Hip-HopRap | 12 | 6 | 2,007 | 12,669 |
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2,797 | Hold You (Remix) | Gyptian | [Intro: Gyptian and Nicki Minaj]
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ahh
Oh yeah, ohh, whattup, aiyyo SB
[Refrain: Gyptian and Nicki Minaj]
Gal mi waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms right around yuh
Yo Peashead, Tremor, Boozer, Smallz, Spoon
Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life
This one's for Queens
Gal mi waan fi just squeeze yuh, put mi ting right around yuh
This one's for Brooklyn, New York City, hahah
Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life
Young Money,, uhh, rahh
[Verse One: Nicki Minaj]
Aiyo Gyptian tell dem fi gwaan, eviction
Dis one yah it a di bad gal edition
See dem gal deh, contradiction
Dem seh dem sitten tight, a bare fiction
Di whole a dem a bait
Body smokin', cigarette, shape nice, figure-eight
Give dem di roller blades, tell dem fi skate
Styled on dem Jamaican tip
All I do is sign boobs and be takin' pics
Got the new Benz the color of bacon bits
I got a spot in every state dalmations bitch
And it's Young Money, old money, real good money
Ain't do a feature that wasn't on Billboard honey (What)
Kingston, Rema, Waterhouse, Jungle
Barbie mi have nuff gal inna bungle
Ahhhh
You might also like[Refrain: Gyptian]
Gal mi waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms right around yuh
Gal yuh give mi di tightest grip mi ever yet seen inna my life
Gal mi just waan fi hold yuh, put mi ting all around yuh
Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life
[Verse 2: Gyptian]
Like a fast bike pon di bike vroom vroom vroom vroom
Climb pon di back and she a boom boom boom boom
Gimme di mogga one or di fat ku kum kum
Mi nuh romp as when mi a time I get my boom boom
She deh outta control, a more fire she waan in har soul
She seh more pon more and still she groan
And still mi multiply more
[Refrain: Gyptian]
Gal mi waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms right around yuh
Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen in my life
Gal mi just waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms right around yuh
Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life
[Verse 3: Gyptian]
Like a fast bike pon di bike vroom vroom vroom vroom
Climb pon di back and she a boom boom
Gimme di magga one or di fat ku kum kum
Mi nuh romp as when mi a move to watch my boom
She deh outta control, a more fire she waan in har soul
She seh more pon more and still she groan
And still mi multiply more
[Refrain: Gyptian]
Gal mi waan fi hold yuh, put mi tings right around yuh
Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life
Gal mi just waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms all around yuh
Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life
Gal mi waan fi just squeeze yuh, put mi ting all around yuh
Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life
Ohh
[Verse 4: Gyptian]
Mi eye dem dry and mi nuh care, mi tek it anytime anywhere
Inna di square, so we nuh care, and as a woman, I will be there
Mi waan a girl who will tek care a mi, mi waan a gal dat can wine pon mi
Wid it good, and mek mi feel it, show mi dat yuh can girl
[Refrain: Gyptian]
Gal mi waan fi hold yuh, put mi arms right around yuh
Gal yuh give mi di tightest grip mi ever yet seen inna my life
Gal mi just waan fi hold yuh, put mi ting all around yuh
Gal yuh give mi di tightest hold mi ever yet seen inna my life
[Outro: Gyptian]
Oh oh oh, oh yeah, whoah
Oh oh oh, oh yeah, whoa
Hold yuh, around yuh, my life
Around yuh, my life23 | WorldReggae | 12 | 4 | 2,010 | 187,783 |
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2,800 | Good Evening | Mac Miller | [Intro]
Uh, look
Good evening
Yeah
[Verse 1]
When I party in New York, take the late night subway
Goin' out Friday to comin' home Monday
From all directions never find me on the one way flavor
The rhyme just the icin' on the cupcake fuck face
My fans notice these other rappers is bogus
I'm supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
And the boy stay, kickin' incredibly dope shit
Make my mama proud 'cause my clothes fit
Travel round the globe bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit
Don't matter where I live, 'cause I can tell you where my heart is
I just stay on my side, fuck where everybody at
Tell the planet, "Peace", 'cause I'm gone I ain't comin' back
Had the whole regular life I can tell you that I'm done with that
Try to build a mil' off a couple stacks
Own my own business, investin' all I got into these fuckin' raps
Willie Parker money, hand it off then it's runnin' back
[Interlude]
Ayo you fuck wit' dat
Uh you gotta fuck wit' dat
You in love wit' dat
Look, uh, Mac Miller
You might also like[Verse 2]
Takin' sips from the fountain of youth
If you ain't heard about the kid then you out of the loop
As I'm sittin' back starin' at this world in my eyes
See out the window in my room that I’m hidden inside
I'm just a kid who stays speakin' his thoughts, talkin' his mind
Life a roller coaster but I stay along for the ride
Put my heart up on the page, and the song gonna cry
There’s logic behind the way stayin' caught in a lie, boy
Ain't a shock that I'm a topic of discussion
Muhfuckers want my spot so they probably wish I wasn't
They give a little love like everyone does
In reality, they stoned off that competitive drug
And I don't blame 'em, 'cause those who above me, I'm gunnin' for
Try and make my way to the top, startin' from the floor
And I don't even need to bring a single gun to war
'Cause I be on some shit that they ain't never done before
Takin' over piece by piece, startin' from the core
It's only been a year, I can stick around a hundred more
[Interlude]
Said I could stick around a hundred more
I ain't goin' nowhere
Young and so much time to go
Jerm, you might as well keep this one rollin'
I got like one more verse I haven't spit three verses on a song in a minute
See if I can remember this one
Aight look
[Verse 3]
You can find me in the lab workin' overtime
Smell the weed when you going by, global grind
And I ain't just a local guy
When you feelin' stressed out, have an L
Blow money, keep my lady decked out in Chanel
Live fast when I die better wish me well
Huh, I just hope they servin' beer in hell
Just an everyday story that I'm here to tell
So please, stick around for the epilogue
For anyone who ever blog, probably heard my name
Hip-Hop's underdog, you wanna win the game
I'm sick of hearin' how music change never be the same
And these dudes who think they everything and never pick a lane
Call yourself a vet, but haven't won a single game
Mad, every girl got my name imprinted in her brain
Boy, I'm a beast, match the style in bars
Find me smokin' weed where the wild things are
[Outro]
Yessir
So I mean, I had to take this time
Real quickly, to just go in
I don't know man I feel like you should never stop goin' in on your shit
That's just me
I mean, Q and Treej out there we excited just makin' history
And Jerm of course13 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 8 | 2,010 | 81,190 |
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2,802 | LAX Files | The Game | [Intro: The Game]
Put your lighters up if you want to
Pull your motherfuckin' Dodger cap
Over your motherfuckin' eyes, 'til you can't see shit
I want you to go blind nigga
So you can feel how I felt, when I was in that motherfuckin coma
[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]
Raised in the City of Angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow)
Where bangers and gangstas fast women and dank
Are just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean, we move in slow motion
Off that sticky you all love to blow
I swear, ain't nothin better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more
[Verse 1: The Game]
Come to my hood hood, look at my block block
That's that project building, yeah that's where I got shot, shot
'Cause I was more hood than Suge, had more rocks than Jay
More scars on my face than the original Scarface, or the homeboy Scarface
Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta, DeNiro in "Casino" he no gangsta
Wanna be, wanna see, wan' get a shovel
Dig Tookie up nigga, cause he know gangstas
Niggas think cause they watched "Menace" a couple times
Seen Cube in "Boyz N the Hood" and pressed rewind
That you could survive when a real Crip
Run up on your car and flex the nine
You must be out of yo' mind, a real Blood'll put you out of yo' mind
Just stay the fuck up outta my hood
Where my niggas take you up outta yo' shine
It ain't a movie dawg, hell yeah this a real fuckin uzi dawg
I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala, try to keep up, don't lose me y'all
See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]
Raised in the City of Angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow)
Where bangers and gangstas fast women and dank
Are just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean, we move in slow motion
Off that sticky you all love to blow
I swear, ain't nothin better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more
[Verse 2: The Game]
I know the real O-Dog, and that nigga know the real Game
I call him Lorenz Tate, and he ain't never been in no gang
But he been in my house house, and he sat on my couch couch
While I put one in the air so yeah that nigga know what I'm 'bout, 'bout
I'm 'bout my hood, I'm 'bout my block, I'm 'bout my chips
So if the rap money stop and I punch a clock
Catch you slippin at a light get out yo shit!
You jack niggas, out-of-towners, and rap niggas
And ball players cause we ball playa, we chop it up, with them trap niggas
We outcasts, we big boys, ludacris with them big toys
Where I'm from it's only two things
Standin on the corner, me and that liquor store
Look what the Bloods did to Weezy, look what the Crips did to Jeezy
This gangbangin shit ain't nothin to play with
Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy
[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]
Raised in the City of Angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow)
Where bangers and gangstas fast women and dank
Are just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean, we move in slow motion
Off that sticky you all love to blow
I swear, ain't nothin better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more
[Outro: The Game]
Y'all niggas got this L.A. shit real fucked up man
Niggas better start respectin what the fuck we about man
We take niggas the fuck out, this shit ain't no movie dawg
This shit is real - Crips, Bloods, Ese's
We hold shit down, this L.A
That's why I wrote the shit on my face, put a muh'fuckin' star behind it
What the fuck I am, Star-face
L.A. Chronicles, L.A.X. Files
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2,803 | Niggaz My Height Don’t Fight | Eazy-E | [Intro]
"Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
Bitch, step back and stop tryna jack."
"But mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?"
"No, ho, but you can get my duck sick."
[Verse 1]
But let me finish my story as I was sayin'
I told you lil locs ain't playin'
Gotta roll with the punches
Can't help the travellin' bunches
Now, ain't that somethin'
Just in case a few niggas try to trip
Bone-out, put on my ski-mask and come back blastin'
Cause niggas my height don't fight
My name is Eazy-E, you're motherfuckin' right
They must to thought I was a buster
You're wearin' your bullet-proof vest
So what's next?
I got my nine filled up with teflon
And don't let me hit the wet bomb
So what ya wanna do?
The red, white and blue
I got somethin' for you, too
Cause it's gon' be on when I'm kickin' down doors
So say hello to my new 44
You might also like[Chorus]
I'm the type of nigga
That smokes motherfuckers
I'm the type of nigga
That smokes motherfuckers
I don't give a fuck, fuck
Smoke motherfuckers
I'ma smoke motherfuckers
'Cause I'm the "E"
[Verse 2]
So you can kiss my black ass
Fuck the White House, it ain't my house
So you can burn the motherfucker down for all I care
Cause t-shirts and khakis is all I wear
I'm from the city where they show no pity for a punk ass mark in the park
Blow his brains out, stuff him in the bushes
Take his gat and leave his ass for the rats
And if he hit that Cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Wanted by the L.A.P.D.K. for puttin' in work out my tray
Because the president never sent
One damn dime to my residence
I'm goin' crazy like 1980
I need my ends, fuck you, pay me
Or I'ma have to get the strap
My Nutty O.G. buddy Big Black
I make you shit in your pants and shake like Jell-O
So tell all my homies said hello
[Chorus]
[I'm the type of nigga
That smokes motherfuckers
I'm the type of nigga
That smokes motherfuckers
I don't give a fuck, fuck
Smoke motherfuckers
I'ma smoke motherfuckers
'Cause I'm the "E"](13353420)
[Verse 3]
You can't check a checker
But when you wanna try let me know
I got the stretcher on stand-by
Starvin' for a nigga like you
That thinks his heart is much bigger than a trigger
So I can show how to put in work:
The Ruthless network drive-by experts
Straight outta Compton, kickin' up dust
The place where guns don't get a chance to rust
I warned them and they still approached me
Now I got two more golf-hats for my trophy
I got a brand new trend, it's killin' men
Who is that? That's my little friend
[Outro]
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
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2,804 | I Get Up | J. Cole | [Produced by J. Cole]
[Verse 1]
I woke up early in the morning, hoes blowing up my phone
I ain't used to small talking when they know I'm tryna bone
Fuck 'em, I'll holla later, man, right now, my mind's elsewhere
My mom's healthcare, get her out this hell here
A lot of niggas fail, frail niggas won't prevail here
We seen it all man, niggas can't even spell scared
A Fresh Prince, but yo my city ain't no Bel-Air
Fuck if you would sell, I'm worry bout my welfares
So farewell to them broke days and bonjour to the most paid
Soon as my dough straight, I throw the wifey in some Dolce
And put some chains on my niggas like I own slaves
I get up, look out the window, hope the sun shining
Down on my niggas out there front lining
I hit the streets and see them boys out there locking up some older head
So Goddamn homie, hold your head, and hold your head
[Hook]
I get up, I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way
And where I go as the wind blow
Momma, your son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though
And to the top I'ma climb my way
And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—headed for the sky
I'm on my way
You might also like[Verse 2]
Paint a picture to show the deaf what it's like to listen
And speak the words and tell a blind man what he missin'
For all my niggas doin' time man up in prison
Felt you had to resort to crime, man fuck the system
We raisin' babies up in Hades where there ain't no hope
Ain't no fathers, don't take no scholarship to slang no dope
Politicians hollerin' bout problems but I ain't gon' vote
He talk about change, still we floatin' in the same ol' boat
So tell me how I'm supposed to feel when the President spoke
When he ain't never had to struggle, ain't never been broke
Ain't even roll through the ghetto ain't neva been close
Trustin' this government's like trustin' the devil in oath
For rebel with quotes, I get up
Lifestyle of the young, black and reckless
A generation of niggas strapped and askin' questions like:
"Tell me why I ain't got shit?"
I let this liquor fill my liver with them toxics as I sip
[Hook]
I get up, I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way
And where I go as the wind blow
Momma, your son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though
And to the top I'ma climb my way
And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—headed for the sky
I'm on my way
[Verse 3]
Yeah, to all my niggas paper chasin', I pray for your patience
Just keep the faith that you gon' make it one day you'll be cakin'
Takin this shit one step at a time, that real shit is stuck on my mind
But to that bullshit I'm deaf and I'm blind
Destined to shine I'ma find a way, 'cause hey
Damn it, them jobs out there ain't tryna pay, I pray
Granted nine to five is how you survive
I ain't tryna survive, I'm tryna throw my Momma in rides
I'mma provide for my seed I'm the soil
I'll teach 'em bout' loyalty
I'll teach 'em that his skin black like oil that's for royalty
I'll show 'em all the things that my pops was never showin' me
Treat 'em like a growin' tree with this poetry
I get up and show the sons how to lead not to follow
The present is our gift but our seed's got tomorrow
So please niggas raise your kids
And help em' overcome that bull shit they daze us with
I blaze the shit
[Hook]
I get up, I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way
And where I go as the wind blow
Momma, your son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though
And to the top I'ma climb my way
And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—headed for the sky
I'm on my way
I get up, I see the clouds from my window
I pray the sun gon' shine this way
And where I go as the wind blow
Momma, your son gon' find his way
And if I gotta crawl, I'ma make to the end though
And to the top I'ma climb my way
And tell 'em I'ma rise, I'm on my—headed for the sky
I'm on my way27 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 6 | 2,009 | 155,214 |
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2,805 | Frum Da Tip Of My Tung | Twista | [Introduction: Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Droppin' a flow like this be breakin' the suckers
And rippin' the rhythm and showin' I'm bringin' the feel of my tongue
And be makin' 'em manifest that I be rockin' the young
Flowin' this style I be singin' and bringin'
It's breakin' the people and go in the mind of a teen
Be makin' 'em hear it and manifest up in him that I'm a star to become
Quick the lyrical style I'mma kick
You better catch the rhythm of it
'Cause hip-hop is becomin' complicated, never be left hung
Bringin' a style like this kinda quick and crisp
A lyrical twist be comin from Chi-Town
I know that hip-hoppers all over will be stung
[Chorus]
How was the rhyme brung?
Frum the tip of my tung (x7)
How was the rhyme brung?
Frum among the tip of my tung
[Verse 2]
Rock the style of my second verse like that of my first
Be showin' the hip-hop hypes my types of flowin', but not the best of T
From an imagination this was took, a mental crook
Stirring this up like a chef or cook
I hear them say give me the recipe
Breakin' this off in the fashion of an erection of an adventurous style
That I'mma use to just confuse and smart people then go dumb
You say me style be wack 'cause y'all can't manifest what I be sayin'
Think I'm a lyrical midget, watch me then say fee-fi-fo-fum
Flowin' this like a veteran that I'm incredible is what they be stung by
When I'mma give in a flow of the funk I erect like a wee-wee
Then see me gee, we be DJ Jihad and T.T
Steppin' and then I'mma find a lyrical line that'll flow from me like peepee
Rockin' and me stylin', rockin' and me stylin', wildin'
Them say me tracks be wack, I just sip them like them coco
Loco, a lyrical thing I sling and cling like Sing-Sing, merciless like Ming
Watch me come and stiff in 'em like a photo
Funky, funky, funky stylin', wildin'
I'mma drop in a flow that breaks and takes a lyrical wiz to wax a funky scholar
Flowin' a hyper type of song that I sung from the lung
Breakin' 'em up in a snap, I think that I better thank Allah
You might also like[Chorus]
How was the rhyme brung?
Frum the tip of my tung (x7)
How was the rhyme brung?
Frum among the tip of my tung
[Verse 3]
Face the lyrical rhythm of this lick
I throw in a blister of a body
Breaking 'em up so quick that I can even bruise hair
Rhythm will rock blocks and funky track drops
Don't wanna come in the door but when you're hearing
Do I hear a "knock-knock who's there"?
Twista breaking 'em off in a magical rhythmous manifestation
Of a lyrical racing chasing suckers that my funky rhythm elects
Wrote this, quote this, notice how I wreck
My funky hocus pocus broke his neck
[Chorus]
How was the rhyme brung?
Frum the tip of my tung (x7)
How was the rhyme brung?
Frum among the tip of my tung
[Outro: Instrumental] | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 6 | 1,992 | null |
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2,808 | Don’t Push Me | 50 Cent | [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I need you to pray for me and
I need you to care for me and
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I'm heading, 'cause I know where I've been
The flow is bone crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something
Come through your strip frontin', stuntin', it's something you want
745, chrome spinners, haters hate that I'm winning
Man, I've been hot from the beginning
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony
Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it poppin'
Once I squeeze the first shot, you know I ain't stoppin'
'Til my clip is empty, I'm simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with
Hollow tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing
What, nigga? Lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
Too young to understand the consequences of a man living a lie
I gotta get that money, I'll be damned if I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'cause they funny
Twenty years of watching my mama tears got me heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bong 'cause I need it
These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried
Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried
Laying with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer, 'cause I'm a stunner
I sit back and wonder when them angels gon' call my number
Under my chest is a heart of a lion, I ain't lyin'
Bounty hunters got me flying with my iron, high as a giant
I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching what I'm clutching
To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder so I'm bolder, Hennessy and soda
Hood on my shoulder, look in the mirror, I see a soldier
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem]
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy (Em, drop that shit, c'mon)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears (What else?)
This is me, who's gotta be what you see on TV
What you hear on CD, what appears easy (What else?)
Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags living fantasies, frontin' (C'mon)
Like it's all fun and games 'til they shoot 'em up bang
And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playing
Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing
Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing
I'ma start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers (C'mon)
There's no way I'ma back down like a goddamn coward, I can't
How would I look as a man bowing to his knees?
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at 'em, please
Oh, woah, yo, ho
Hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you martial
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
So I see I have to start showing you fucking old farts
A whole 'nother side I wanted to not show you (C'mon)
So you know you're not dealing with some fucking marshmallow
Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose heart's Jell-O 'cause
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
[Outro: Tony Yayo]
Shady, Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit
Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over50 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 2 | 2,003 | 216,271 |
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2,811 | Once Upon a Time | T.I. | Once upon a time in the apartments, aye
I damn near had to smoke a J
He knocked on the door, what's haapnin'
Its Jimmy Jam trying to score a little packet frame?
I said the work that we was cooking wasn't dry yet
But he could have the residue from the Pyrex
He say, he had some niggas with him worth a hundred plus
But the niggas up the street was servin' touch and bust
I told him "Wait a minute it was all good"
That when I seen a nigga hoppin' out the Fleetwood
With gold teeth talking about he want a whole ki'
Right then I'm thinking: "do this motherfucker know me?"
He was with a nigga who wouldn't even buy an oz
That's when I said he's either robbing or the police
Either way I slammed the door in his face
Started gathering and collecting all the blow in the place
Went and got the dough out of the safe and .44 and a K
Whatever he is trying I ain't tripping cause we know where he stays
About 150 grand, three birds in a knapsack
Stashed it in my neighbor's trash then I ran back
I had to keep the tool just in case though
If these niggas make a move you already know
With the Desert Eagle in my waistband
I slung the front door open and hollered "Jimmy Jam!
See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like"What's up with that nigga that you roll with?
In the fake chains and the flea market outfit."
He said "Now Tip you know I wouldn't try you."
I said "Cause if you do he gets killed and you die, too."
He said "He ain't like that he used to sell weight
Started smoking he embarrassed now he's trying to save face"
The conversation was interrupted again
When this country nigga pulled 'bout twenty bands out of his pants
He said "I'm in the right place, this enough, ain't it?"
I said "Hell yeah, if you trying to donate it
Shit that get you locked up, I don't sell blow."
Then he said "I heard you had it?"
I said "Yeah, so?"
I guess that nigga Boogie from a couple doors down saw his money
Run up said "I got it for the low now."
I'm thinking: "Boogie stupid he don't even know brah
He just always wants to take a nigga's customa."
This one he could have
I said "I guess that's your man, then."
I was smoking laughing at his ass
When they ran in
They said Boogie had a quarter mil, over twenty bricks
Shit all I know is I ain't seen that nigga since
Keep yo' head on the swivel for the nonsense
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2,812 | Gz And Hustlas | Snoop Dogg | [Hook]
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys
It's 1-9-9-tre so let me just play
It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time I'mma hit yo' ass with a touch
To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back relax new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin'
The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin' on the record
It's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P
D-O-double-G-Y, the D-O-double-G
I'm fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky
And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide
So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie
I'm crazy, you can't phase me
I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress
I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see
Every single day, chillin' with the D-O-double-G's
P-O-U-N-D that's my clique, my crew
You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought ya knew, but yet and still
Ya wanna get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill
And feel, the motherfuckin' realism
Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hittin' hard as steel nigga
See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Hook]
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
How many hoes in your motherfuckin group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille
Chill, as I take you on a trip
Where them niggas ride, and slide, you know about the East Side
Niggas like myself, here to show you where it's at
With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back
Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me
But you know how that goes
We flow toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row
Fuck you and your ho, really doe, so check it
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
Still clockin' grip, and don't really give a shiiit
About nuttin' at all, just my Doggs, steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gonna fade em all
With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin'
How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin'?
Every single one, to get the job done
As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one
Where the sun be shinin' and I be rhymin'
It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin'
[Hook]
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
I come creepin' through the fog with my saggin' deuce
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille
I'm rollin' with the G Funk, bumpin' in my shit and it don't quit
So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set
A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit
With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin' dick
And the Compton niggas all about to set trip
Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff
And keep the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket, loc
'Cause Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke
See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, 'cause bow wow
Yippie yo, you can't see my flow
My shit is dope, original, now you know
And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow
[Hook]
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz--23 | Hip-HopRap | 23 | 11 | 1,993 | 99,671 |
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2,813 | Here We Go | Trina | [Intro]
Look, I ain't got nothin' to say to you
I can't even believe you
You know what? I'm too fly for this shit
You playin' yourself
[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Here we go, here we go again
Now you're tellin' me that she is just a friend
Then why she's callin' you at three o'clock in the mornin'?
I can't take this no more, no (No, no, no)
Here we go, here we go again
Now you're tellin' me that she is just a friend
Then why she's callin' you at three o'clock in the mornin'?
I ain't tryna hear it (Not this time)
[Verse 1: Trina]
Look, nigga, what you think this is?
You treat me like a random chick (Uh-huh)
You done forgot who introduced you to rocks
And poppin' all that Cris' an shit
Who let you hit it from the back any way that you like?
And any debts I can pay the price
I thought I was a chick you would make your wife (Damn)
And now a bitch can't even stay the night (You wack)
I can't even look in ya face without wantin' to slap you
Damn, I thank God I ain't get that tattoo
You better thank God I ain't have the strap, boo
You ain't even worth nann trick get at you
Matter fact, Trick, get at dude
I'm convinced I ain't got shit to ask you
And tell the triflin' bitch she can have you
I ain't lookin' at you no more, I'm lookin' past you
You might also like[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Here we go (Here we go), here we go again
Now you're tellin' me that she is just a friend
Then why she's callin' you at three o'clock in the mornin'?
I can't take this no more, no (No, no, no)
Here we go, here we go again
Now you're tellin' me that she is just a friend
Then why she's callin' you at three o'clock in the mornin'?
I ain't tryna hear it (Not this time)
[Verse 2: Trina]
When my girl came through with the news
All I did was think about me and you like, damn (Damn)
What a chick gotta do to get with a real nigga
That know how to stay true? Like, man (Man)
No more quarter to eights (Uh-huh), you better hop on a bus or a cab (That's right)
I shed so many tears, can't believe how many years
The baddest bitch put up witch yo' dusty ass (Yeah)
Now you know that I'm the queen of Miami (Uh-huh)
All that loud talkin', lyin', save that shit for ya mami (Haha)
Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (Talk too much)
I'm like, uh-huh (Uh-huh), okay (Okay), wassup? (Wassup?) Shut up (Shut up)
[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Here we go (Here we go), here we go again
Now you're tellin' me that she is just a friend (Just a friend)
Then why she's callin' you at three o'clock in the mornin'?
I can't take this no more, no (No more, no more)
Here we go, here we go again
Now you're tellin' me that she is just a friend
Then why she's callin' you at three o'clock in the mornin'?
I ain't tryna hear it (No more, baby)
[Bridge: Kelly Rowland]
Now all my ladies say (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
And if you feel me, say (Ohh, ohh)
If you can't take no more, say
No, no, no (No, no, no), no, no, no
[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Here we go (Here we go), here we go again (Go again)
Now you're tellin' me (Yeah, yeah), that she is just a friend (That she's just a friend, ooh)
Then why she's callin' you at three o'clock in the mornin'?
I can't take this no more
[Outro: Kelly Rowland]
That's why I'm packin' up my jewels, grabbin' up my furs
I'll be back for all my shoes and purses (Hey)
Watch me bounce in my seven-forty-five while I'm ridin' out (Ooh, watch me, babe)
'Cause I ain't tryna hear it (Watch me, baby), not this time8 | Hip Hop | 23 | 9 | 2,005 | 90,626 |
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2,816 | New Shit | Young Money | [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ugh! Flow gifted like the honor roll
In crunch time, I deliver like Domino's
A different freak for every day; I got all kind of hoes
I slide them dick and get the fuck out, never mind them hoes
But never mind them hoes, I got all kind of flows
I switch them up so quick as fuck, I got a timeless flow
Young animal, punishing the ProTools
Eating this beat up like soul food, you niggas old news
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now, ain’t you tired of seeing the same shit every day?
I mean, the same shit—Ashley and Mary Kate
Sometimes, I wish that I was blind like Mr. Ray
How come you talking out your ass but ain’t got shit to say?
I spend my money like my time; I ain’t got it to waste
Man, I'm so fast, feel like I'm racing in a different race
Too much champagne, now, watch me spit it in them bitches' face
Tomorrow morning, I could tell you how them bitches taste
[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
This rap shit is our house, you niggas just visiting
Young Money wolverines, bitch, no Michigan (Ha!)
I get in them hoes' ears and reel them in like fishermen (Leggo!)
And throw they ass in the truck and we rolls like Michelins (Ha)
All—All hail the kings (Kings), crowns glistening
I stunt hard as I fuck 'cause I ain’t getting a chance to live again
Focused is what you better get, boy, we on that better shit (Yes)
All bosses, no executives, you just repetitive (Ha)
You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now, ain’t you tired of seeing the same shit every day?
I mean, the same shit—Ashley and Mary Kate
Sometimes, I wish that I was blind like Mr. Ray
How come you talking out your ass but ain’t got shit to say?
I spend my money like my time; I ain’t got it to waste
Man, I'm so fast, feel like I'm racing in a different race
Too much champagne, now, watch me spit it in them bitches' face
Tomorrow morning, I could tell you how them bitches taste
[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
Bitch—Bitch, we balling
Tired of the same shit, I need a different toilet
Okay, let me pick my target
Pick them off, now, come pick them up
Big dog, I don't bark, I buck
Tell them bitches I don't talk, I fuck
Tell them niggas I don't walk, I run this shit, I come to punish shit
And I bet they won't be flushing this Young Money shit
We on some other shit, they on the same shit
Bitch, I'm Mack Maine; I'm Mack Maine, bitch!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now, ain’t you tired of seeing the same shit every day?
I mean, the same shit—Ashley and Mary Kate
Sometimes, I wish that I was blind like Mr. Ray
How come you talking out your ass and ain’t got shit to say?
Young Tune, motherfucker, no anime
Dr. Carter, motherfucker, come to amputate
Cash Money, too much money to calculate
Young Money, that new shit in your face
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I spend my money like my time; I ain’t got it to waste
Man, I'm so fast, feel like I'm racing in a different race
Too much champagne, now, watch me spit it in them bitches' face
Tomorrow morning, I could tell you how them bitches taste
Give me the beat and I'ma beat the beat like Anna Mae
What the fuck you thought?
You know I keep the heat like Saint Tropez
C—Cash Money, too much money to calculate
Young Money, that new shit on your face1 | Hip-Hop | 21 | 12 | 2,009 | 14,150 |
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2,817 | Life of an Outlaw | 2Pac | [Chorus: Outlawz]
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' with us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' with my guns in hand
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Why explain the game?
Niggas ain't listenin', stuck in positions if victims can't stand the heat, then stay the fuck out the kitchen
Half these busters switchin', lookin' at me mean, itchin'
Givin' suckers plenty space, have these bitch niggas snitchin'
Where are we now, guns found daily
The Feds trail me in hoax that they could finally nail me
For sellin' dope, they backwards make the track burst
Whenever I rap, attack
Words been known to explode on contact
Extreme at times, blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me, truly effective
The shit you heard ain't do me justice, got a death wish, bitch
Run, but face being traced, by the infrared beam
It seems niggas ain't recognize my team
Ain't nobody holdin' you back
Explode the track to confetti
Unload it, 'cause niggas ain't ready
The life of an outlaw
You might also like[Chorus: Outlawz]
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' with us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' with my guns in hand
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Code 3: attack formation, pull out your pistols
Keep an eye out for the devils 'cause they itchin' to get you
Merciless madman, screamin' kamikaze in tongue
Automatic gunfire, makin' all my enemies run
Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin'?
Indeed a possibility that's part of chasin' cream
Dope got me hatin' fiends
Scheme with my team, just a chosen few
My foes victim of explosives, come closer exhale the fumes
We got memories, fadin' fast
A slave for cash accelerate, mash, blast, then dash
Don't look now! How you like it, raw?
Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the Outlawz
Never surrender, death before dishonor, stay free
I'm thugged out, fuck the world 'cause this is how they made me
Scarred but still breathin' believe in me
And you could see the victory, a warrior in jewels, will you picture me?
Life of an outlaw
[Chorus: Outlawz]
In the life we live as thugs (No doubt)
Everybody fuckin' with us (Yes!), so can't you see (Life of an outlaw)
It's hard to be a man (Soldiers in position, attack formation)
Ridin' with my guns in hand
(No retreat, no surrender)
[Verse 3: Young Noble]
City under siege, it's like I can't even breathe
I'm from the state of car thieves G.E.D. from the streets
Plenty beef I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene
Mobb peep! They sneak up from behind tryin' to creep
No halfs with no straps, jack, it's on to bounce back
An ounce of wrath so bad, it snatched my style on death
Tell the gripper I was sent to get ya, snip with clippers
Get the picture, I wrote my life down as a scripture
[Verse 4: E.D.I. Mean]
And still I'm lost in the land of the lonely where ain't nobody holy
A matter of a fact, we unholy Everybody livin' soley
For themselves, too high strung to lend help
To somebody who be needin' it
You know we lost hope and he needin' it
But the evil it's forever
But I'm rappin' low down, scandalous like a tramp is
All for the street fame on how to be managed
To plan shit 6 months in advanced to what we plotted
Approached the goal on swole and now I got it
[Verse 5: Kastro]
Uh, I crack my window, knowin' they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin'
Attach a strap under my pillow, hand to hand like we freakin'
Creepin' deep into the mornin'
Peepin' out the weak while they yawnin'
And let my clout speak for itself
No doubt, outlaw, outta my mind outta time you're all blind
Some kind of life of mine if K-Dog don't mind
Findin' it funny, matter of fact, 'cause it is perhaps
Finally I'll adapt to it, over the years as an outlaw
[Bridge: 2Pac & Napoleon]
Ayy Napoleon
What's up, nigga?
Would you die for me, nigga?
Hell yeah
Would you kill for me, nigga?
On my grandmother, nigga
Ayy, yo
What's up
Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now
Watch out
[Verse 6: Napolean]
Well, now they all say that vultures and parasites
Snakes are all alike, thug life break night
Drink 'til we fist fight, life or death
But you can't win with a vest
Won't be no breathin' for the reason, punk bitch on your breath
I see day is dark, and I admit it's dark
So chase on the ave., hide your stash, beware from them marks
Ayy yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly
And let me bust back to them niggas 'til they all cold and sweaty
[Chorus: Outlawz]
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' with us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' with my guns in hand
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' with us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' with my guns in hand
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' with us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' with my guns in hand
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' with us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' with my guns in hand10 | Gangsta Rap | 26 | 9 | 1,996 | 70,892 |
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2,820 | Letting Go (Dutty Love) | Sean Kingston | [Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, Sean, you, Mr. Kingston
[Chorus: Sean Kingston & Nicki Minaj]
Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love ([?] sexy [?])
I'm feeling like you letting go
(Let's go) Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love (C'mon)
I'm feeling like you letting go (C'mon)
(Uh huh) Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love ([?])
I'm feeling like you letting go
(Young Money) Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love (Oh!)
[Verse 1: Sean Kingston]
Don't be scared, girl, call on me
'Cause me, I want you for my eyes, I'm a lover, you see
And the way you a wine and the way you a gwan
You said, "no matter how much I feel rushed, I will not stop, yo"
But baby girl, will you be mine?
Let go, show your skin because you're one of a kind
Me nah gon' lie, girl, I must be in love
'Cause the way you are grindin' off my car top, girl
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love
I'm feeling like you letting go
Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love
I'm feeling like you letting go
Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love
I'm feeling like you letting go
Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love, whoa!
You might also like[Post-Chorus: Sean Kingston]
What if you would just come right out of these clothes?
You can finally feel the wind when it blows
Don't be scared to be free to let go, show it off
Feel like letting go (Let's go), oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2: Sean Kingston]
I'm here in [?] life
'Cause you need Sean King inna your life, girl
King, I'm a man and a man can't change
And if I come over there so I'll lock up with them lips, yo
I feel like letting go
If you never know, baby, now you know
'Cause you're one of a kind and you dress so fine
Like my diamond on my chain, you shine so bright now
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
Dutty, dutty, dutty love, love
I'm feeling like you letting go
Dutty, dutty, dutty love, love
I'm feeling like you letting go
Dutty, dutty, dutty love, love
I'm feeling like you letting go
Dutty, dutty, dutty love, love (Let's go), oh!
[Post-Chorus: Sean Kingston & Nicki Minaj]
What if you would just come right out of these clothes? (Whoa)
You can finally feel the wind when it blows (Feel the wind)
Don't be scared to be free, to let go, show it off (Ooh, no)
Feel like letting go, oh, oh, oh, oh (Uh, yo)
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj & Sean Kingston]
Ayo, Sean, you, Mr. Kingston
You say you have it, Louie it, and then some
Look how you gwan in all your ice, you pretty and you nice
Yuh done know seh Nicki a yuh wife
But you say, "I be up where you stay"
I ain't like them other bitches that be actin' loosely
Know you gettin' hyper, I know you wanna get up in it
But I just want to think about it for another minute
I think I like your style, wile
Why don't we let go?
Ayo, and I ain't gotta tell 'em and I ain't gotta sell 'em
It's YSL, daddy, I ain't gotta spell it
And yes, I killa-kill 'em, I guess I am the villain
I park on the curb, I'm the owner of the building, the building
Ya deaf? Boy, me soon left
Come get this Playboy bunny like Hugh Hefner
Rastafari
Dutty, dutty, d-d-d-dutty, duh (Ooh yeah!)
[Chorus: Sean Kingston & Nicki Minaj]
What if you would just come right out of these clothes? (Ooh yeah!)
You can finally feel the wind when it blows (Feel the wind)
Don't be scared to be free, to let go, show it off (Show it off)
Feel like letting go, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Outro]
(Uh huh) Feel like letting go, oh, oh, oh, oh
Feel like letting go (Later), oh, oh, oh, oh27 | Hip-HopRap | 23 | 7 | 2,010 | 59,649 |
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2,825 | We on | Lupe Fiasco | (Jaguar Skills! HOOOOOOOOOO!)
[Intro: Lupe Fiasco (Gemstones)]
Reportin live from somewhere sexy
Heh, somewhere up top
You know what it is!
Heavy As Heaven in '07 (yeah, yeah)
Gemini, Troubles of the World, you dig?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
[Lupe Fiasco]
I, represent it to the fullest
[Gemstones]
Never met a nigga that can take it where I took it
[LF]
That ain't gon' make you hate us now would it?
[GS]
Troubles of the World man, there nigga pull it
[LF] Come kick with your homie I'll show you how to push it
[GS] You lookin and starin I'm camoflague in the bushes
[LF] Fly in your mind, I'll show you how to look it
[GS] Rocks in the band like oh God, my goodness
[LF] I'mma tell 'em bout you
[GS] Tell 'em bout we
[LF] We let's tell 'em on two
[GS] Tell 'em on three
[LF] We'll show 'em what it do
[GS] Show 'em what it be
[LF] Gem- to the M-IN-I
[GS] L-U-P-E
[LF] Got, gold watch and, gold chains
[GS] Twenty, fo's choppin, so clean
Beat, knock, we, rock, Chi-ca
You might also like[LF] -go mayne, gotta understand this is who we are
Purple murder service and comme des garcons
[GS] Any given time we purchase them new cars
Somebody call a surgeon, we hurtin them too hard
[LF] Us takin it light, is takin it too far
[GS] What you expect? Playboy, we two stars
[LF] Screw stars, we the new Mars
Lookin for a Venus -
[GS] me and you a genius
[Hook: Pooh Bear]
We gon' show ya, what it was
How it do, what it does, light it up, catch a buzz
We gon' lock it, on down
Throw ya keys, in the motor, keep it movin, cross the border
We on (we on), we on (we on)
We on (we on), we on (we on)
Cause we on (we on), we on (we on)
Cause we on! (we on!), We on! (We on!)
[Gemstones (Lupe Fiasco)]
We the '85 Bears, ('92 Bulls)
'05 Sox (wit a whole lotta pull)
[Lupe Fiasco]
All rolled up and there's no lettin up
If you're smart, you'll wanna be the '07 us
[GS]
Uh, never met a nigga breathin this cold
Bought Chevy's everywhere, 23's 24's
Nuttin' but the best, TV screens on the do'
Gotta get it how you live it when you livin in the go
[LF]
Well I'm all like no chrome, low tints fo' phones
Just in case, E.T. wanna go home
Never chase, cause of me there is no Jones
Levitate from the sea floor to the ozone
[GS] Five-star hotels all week
[LF] Non-stops to Paris ain't cheap
[GS] Sick lake views, big penthouse suites
[LF] Champs-�lys�es is magnifique
[GS]
Gucci sweats when I'm out in the streets
Linen shorts when I'm chillin on the beach
[LF]
Idium when I'm out on the mountains
Maharishi when I'm out on the town-end
[GS]
Spring water, we don't mess with the fountains
Land Rovers back to back when we campin
[LF]
Felipe Lemonade, police did a raid
We didn't fade, back to the bouncin
[GS]
Fresh Benz smoke one-eight peel
Speedin down the freeway, we chill-ay chill
[LF]
Did the food then and it's sill-ay still
Got it off the ground like a wheelied wheel
[GS]
Uh, you from the Westside?
[LF]
Born and raised, you from the Southside right?
[GS]
It's where I spent my days
Where I lay, where I stay
And you ain't gotta wonder why I get my ways
[Hook]
[Lupe Fiasco (Gemstones)]
Free Chill, (we will)
God willing, and I miss him
Was ten at the hand, got the spirit all in him
I'm pennin like
[Gemstones]
I ain't really trippin cause I know that God's with him
'Til we met again, nigga, free my niggas
Sick with the pen, I'm a beast, my nigga
Let it, new Benz but the 23's don't fit 'em
[LF]
Uh, and you know you can't red light the green light
Try to break us up, lace it up, keep the theme tight
[GS]
This lifestyle may get off we don't sleep nights
I'm on the 747s, finna take flight
[LF (GS)]
Yeah, sport car faster than your car
(It's Gemini), and y'all know me
Better together, y'all know the letters
Forever N Forever - FNF U-P
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2,826 | CudderIsBack | Kid Cudi | [Intro: Kid Cudi]
Yeah, wassup?
Mmmhm nigga, yeah it's me (laugh)
Yeah, I’m back baby
Cudi, hey
[Sample: Vampire Weekend]
Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture
Lovelier now, but dressed for funeral
Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall
[Verse: Kid Cudi]
Huh, stay home a lot, no TV (yeah)
Just thoughts, and a heap of good weed (yeah)
Same jeans, same old Converse
Bape tees and the Walees, so works
I'm cool, some niggas mad at it
Lookin' in from the outside, fantastic
Can't keep the negative alive
They be on my dick, if Kid Cudi die
Don't cry hater, I forgive (yeah)
Now go and get my album and get off my dick (yeah)
I smile and I’m pleasant, the weed is the essence
But if I’m in the club, we gon’ tear this shit up
I’m talkin' 'bout shots, ridiculous amounts (uh)
Cause if you’re gonna rage, should be all about (aye)
Take, take another shot or you’re soft
Dream On campaign I’m the mother lovin' boss (yeah)
Haters suck my balls, two time (hehe)
I never say goodbye 'cause I’m on mine
All my life, wanna do some' major
Now every little thing I do might make it in the paper (man)
Cudi found y’all nigga, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no photo (I rage)
Hatin' motherfuckas, don't know yo
I guess this was the life I chose
Wanna get up in my mind
Wanna know about me and Amanda Bynes (Amanda please)
Wanna know really, really, really who I’m datin'
Is she civilian or super duper famous? (hmmm)
Is she African American, Caucasian, or Asian? (so many)
Or maybe Spanish (yeah)
It don’t matter my nigga, I love them all
As long as she don’t need stupid amounts of makeup
To makeup the self esteem (I know)
Selfish dreams can reflect the blessing
I am tap dancing on a cloud (I am)
Successful raps, I might scream out loud (mhm)
Puttin' it down, for all I met (yeah)
Talking fans, I won't quit (yeah)
I’m puttin' it down, for all I met (yeah)
Talking fans, I won't quit (yeah)
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Outro: Kid Cudi]
Hey hey hey, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
Stoned, go smoke some more weed
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa
La la la la la la
Goodbye16 | Hip-HopRap | 26 | 1 | 2,010 | 113,603 |
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2,828 | Breakdown | Wale | Allow me to introduce me
My name Wale don’t say Wally
Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver
10 Deep hoodie, extra cushion in my sneakers
Those SB’s cost near to a G, cause Wale so G’d up
Receive love from VA to LA
Them Cali girls feelin’ me
They wanna hear that DC
I give ‘em that flava
That’s only if they handle
Man it’s the killer tracks
I’m nothing like a 'Bama
Party at Dream, party at one twizzy
Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy
This the Breakdown song, girl
You know, work that
This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet
District of Columbia, I'm tripplin' my money up
If you ain't talkin' dollars then I don't see where you comin' from
[Refrain]
You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown
If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown
You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown
Hey hold up, breeaaaakdown
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Says money in the air
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Throw your money in the air
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also likeIs DC in the house, without a doubt
I’m the rapper with clout Columbians rap about
Oh, I think they like me, never seen my Nikes
Dramas think I’m dumb but the flow make them hyphy
So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads
If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head
That’s my name don’t forget it
It’s not a game, hold your dame
Cause my thing something vicious
I’m ATL pimpin’ custom pivot edition
The vision is quite clear
Apparently I’m official
Ridin' in that black joint
Lookin’ for some action
Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent
Ask them, ask them they whisper when I pass them
Fresher than me, never
I’m effervescent, just ask them
Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown
We ball, that breakdown
No more, we caked out
[Refrain] | Hip-Hop | null | null | 2,006 | 7,771 |
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2,829 | Lust for Life | Drake | [Verse]
I'm tryna do it all tonight, I got plans
I got a certain lust for life and as it stands
Everything is going as right as it can
They tryna shoot down my flight before it lands, before it lands
But you could miss me with all that
Diss me, then crawl back
I really wish y'all would fall back
But gettin' rich s'posed to solve that
And these days, women make offers
And who the hell am I to say (No, no, no)?
My ex sendin' late night texts
'Cause she don't know how to let (Go, go, go)
Uh, she in love
And as for them pretty light-skinned models
Standin' in the cold, ah, yeah, they with us
Let them girls in for a drink and I'm all in they ear
Sayin' she should be the one I see every time that I'm here
But when am I really even here?
Black Suburban with the tint on it
Fresher than a pillow with a mint on it
The game got these old handprints on it
But I'mma be the one to pour cement on it
Uh, and start over
And show up in a Margiela tux, I don't really give a fuck
And we only gettin' older
So what I tend to do is to think of today as the past
It's funny when you comin' in first, but you hope that you last
You just hope that it last
See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Outro]
Throw your ones up in the air
Throw your ones up in the air for her, oh-oh
Throw your ones up in the air
Throw your ones up19 | Hip-HopRap | 13 | 2 | 2,009 | 168,624 |
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2,830 | In My Hood | 50 Cent | [Verse 1]
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don’t want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray
There ain’t a shell left in my heat
Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down
You get hit with AK round, your ass ain’t gon’ make it
You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out
Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking
I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode
If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll
Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck
Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk
Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk
[Chorus]
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 2]
I don’t trust a muh’fuckin soul
When the D’s come they fold, on my first case they told
Where I’m from it ain’t safe to have more than a eighth
Niggas’ll come to your place, put a gun in your face
Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race
Cause a robbery could turn into a homo’ case
Co-operate, or Doc’ll have to operate
Niggas I’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake
Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas are lurking, you’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em
I’m observant in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing
Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I’m a hustler, how the fuck I’m ’sposed to eat when it’s hot?
[Chorus]
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
[Verse 3]
The house party off the hook until them shots go off
Well that’s what you get for stuntin on my block showoff
You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin
Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline
Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up
You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up
It ain’t good to do good in my hood
*Click-clack, blam* You know not to do good now
[Chorus]
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood15 | Hip-HopRap | 3 | 3 | 2,005 | 60,512 |
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2,831 | Psycho | 50 Cent | [Intro: 50 Cent]
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I say I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Look, look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie-meenie-mini-moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo'
Pick a strap, the Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name and where you rest, I'll make a mess
The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS
Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get on the stretcher
'Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven
The system I done been through, it is nothing new to-to me
They lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections
They come home, get a nine, then commit crime to perfection
It's murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics
But they can't find a fingerprint, the shit's going terrific
Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I say I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hid
In the can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid
You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s
Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back-to-back twins
Dead fetus is falling out all over, Jack is back again
The Ripper's at your service, girl, I can see that you're nervous
But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
[Verse 3: Eminem & 50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
Killing so villainously
Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic, so try us
And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead
He must ain't know, but now we know how Shady the Math is
Even murderous tactics get better with practice
Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn-burn
School of arts, Julliard, you better learn-learn
Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn-turn
I'm debating mutilating the lady
You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her - I lost her
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub
When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up
The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit up nauseous
Look deep in my eye, see many-many men die
I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I say I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)22 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 11 | 2,009 | 76,550 |
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2,836 | 30 Thousand 100 Million | Soulja Boy | [Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Word around town, I got bitches on my dick (Soulja)
Word around town, I got cameras taking pics (Hot boy)
Word around town mane, I'm hot than a bitch (Scorching)
Word around town, I spent 3 million on my wrist (True story)
Word around town, I spent 12 million on my crib (Foxtail)
Word around town bitch, that's just how I live (Simpset)
Word around town bitch, my dick taste like ribs (Simpset)
Word around town bitch, what happened to Arab
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Verse 2: Lil B]
S550, drive with my swagger (Swag)
Hoes on my dick cause I rock like Mick Jagger (Swag)
Ten on my ho and I'm sharp like a dagger
Pineapple shorty and my bitch look like an actress (Swag)
Young Based God, flex bitches on my dick (On my dick)
Young Based God, tell police suck my dick (Suck my dick)
Playboy mansion, chilling with Hugh Hefner (Hugh Hefner)
West Berkeley nigga, Waterfront on my sweatshirt, you feel me
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my niggas go so crazy in this fucking building7 | Hip-Hop | 30 | 11 | 2,010 | 22,730 |
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2,838 | Mirror’s Edge (Remix) | Mike Posner | [Hook]
It feels like I'm running on walls and I don't want to touch the ground
If they say that I'm lost, then I don't want to be found
It feels like I'm running on walls and I don't want to touch the ground
If they say that I'm lost, then I don't want to be found
I'm on the mirrors edge
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Stuck in the dream but I can't wake up
Sitting in a bank but I can't cake up
Don't want my girl but I can't break up
‘Cause my every day life, I don't want to shake up
Feel the earth wake up, won’t stay still
Haters all around but I won't stay trill
All up in my face trying to show their skill
Say they don't love it but I know they will
Before the show is over and the lights go out
After I wreck on the mic, show out
Married to the mob so wives throw out
Game all over that's right, blow out
What you know 'bout getting raise? We'd done thought of life 15 ways
So blaze up the endo
While I'm sitting on the ceiling with my J's on the window
[Hook]
You might also like[Verse 2: GLC]
Escalade get paid, nigga had to learn from mistakes I made
Dad couldn't teach me, he was laying in the grave
I did a little dirt, hope God forgave
Now tell mama I'm on my way, tell me where she be her best
Got me out the hood, I recess, I smoke a lil weed to relieve my stress
Stacking 'em, making out to perfect, I got a new Cady out of my first bitch
Persist lil purple, seven in the alley, I took that risk
Running in a circle, running out of town
South side nigga just wanna flip me, rich motherfucker, that’s all that is
I survived that, now I feel like this
[Hook]
[Bridge: Mike Posner]
Looking out the window at another city's lights
Trying to make it home on another lonely flight
Because I'm running-running trying to find my way
But there's nothing-nothing-nothing I can say to find you on these days
[Verse 3: XV]
Mirrors on my walls in my new apartment
I never touch the floor, I'm like Aladdin's carpet
I'm feeling like a star but I'm remaining car less
‘Cause I can run on walls like I am Lucy Lawless
They be saying I'm the next and I'm just hoping that is true
I took my number, got in line, just hoping I ain't number two
So you ask how I feel, I'm flyin', you ask about the deal in time
‘Cause the boy from Kansas ran on the ground long enough now
[Hook 2]
It feels like I'm running on walls and I don't want to touch the ground
If they say that I'm lost, then I don't want to be found
It feels like I'm running on walls and I don't want to touch to the ground
If they say that I'm lost, then I don't want to be found
I'm on the mirror’s edge, I’m on the mirror’s edge
I'm on the mirror’s edge, I'm on the mirror’s edge | Pop | 9 | 9 | 2,009 | null |
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2,839 | RetroSuperFuture | Rick Ross | [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Lets call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by
I'mma slide by sipping on that high life
And my slippers jack triple where my five light
As a all-star I made so many highlights
Touchdown field goal this my night
She the wild type ready for the wild night
Are you the bi type hanging at the bar type
I hope you are cause that mean a player all right
Smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white
Tryna to land a plane baby are you really game
Back to the future me and Wiz got this thing saying
[Refrain: Wiz Khalifa]
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I got yo girl digging all in my ash tray
Dicking her down for the few past days
She asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer
Shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
Fucking like its a porn in my recliner
Looking straight in the eyes, they show vagina
She's a liar but damn she does it well
We on fire imagine what it'll sell
All my homies are people that I admire
Small clique of real niggas smoking that fire
Holding my dick until the day that I expire
We and Wiz in the Benz getting higher
See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Refrain: Wiz Khalifa]
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm in the right pair of Nike Airs
From gravel to marble I travel light years
I'm like chyea I'mma chill right chea
Like the Mack 11 on me nigga no fear
Skateboard aboard to PanAmerica
I make more abroad than in America
Waiting for the day Bob rose from the dead
In HD as I take an ounce to the head
[Refrain: Wiz Khalifa]
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh1 | Hip-HopRap | 24 | 12 | 2,010 | 10,370 |
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2,842 | Undying Love | Nas | [Produced by L.E.S]
[Verse 1]
Uh...
Pacino life, G a roll, casino dice
At The Mirage, Vegas strip, neon lights
Gamblers, puffin' cigars, couples and stars
Flashin' cameras, dealers, shufflin' cards
Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd
'Cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob
I never hang out, when we do we bust the .45
'Cause shells comin' back at us while we jump in the ride
Flyin', duckin', our bitches in the club cluckin'
Tellin' my wife who I was dancin' with like I was fuckin'
Flew back, Monday evenin'
From Nevada where the sun was beamin'
To the concrete jungle of cement
Limousine's from LaGuardia airport, sleepin'
Told my dogs "Peace", kept it movin', I was beat when
Got to my crib, where the hell my keys went?
Ringin' the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure
Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door
Slow music, H-Town, no, that's down low
My baby's drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around, yo
To the back, she must be inside and can't hear
Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin' her hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
And lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas
A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands
Somethin' swingin' on the ceiling fan, I stopped it
Swingin' slower and slower
On the last swing, I saw it was a G-string and heard laughter
Thought about my nine-side Glock
But somethin' made me disregard it
Started my way up to where the noise and music was at
Froze, I couldn't react
Bedroom door opened a crack
Seen wifey layin' with some nigga mumblin' shit
He had one hand on her ass, and she was rubbin' his dick
Toastin' wine glasses, cherry scented candles was lit
Couldn't handle the shit
Searchin' for words — I found none
Without a sound, I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun
Now I'm out buggin', whylin', what I'm gon' do?
Call my man Horse, meet me outside, I'm comin' through
You might also like[Chorus]
I thought you loved me
I thought you cared for me
I thought you needed me
Did you believe in me?
I thought you loved me
I thought you cared for me
I thought you needed me
Did you believe in me?
[Verse 2]
Got up with Horse, showed a look on my face, was mad lost
I ain't know whether to cry or just, try to laugh it off
"Son, you home early — they wiped you out that quick?"
I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the clip
Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play
To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway
I said, "Bet you'll never guess in a million years
What I just saw happenin' — and probably still is
Snuck in my crib, some nigga fuckin' my wiz
I saw dem, they ain't see me, I ducked and I slid
I'ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me"
Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me
Shopped in Vegas, a present, for our engagement
20G's on a ring I would've hit her today with
My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me
We pulled up, he was walkin' out the house backwardly
Parked in the back of my house, they couldn't see us
Ran to the side of my house, cocked the heater
Walked to the front, when I talked he had jumped
Bitch tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot
Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, drug him in
Grabbed her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend
One between the eye, she's died, by mistake
Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face
Heard somebody knock — Horse helped me hide the bodies
Heard si-rens, I guess we goin' out like kamikaze
We surrounded, red lights flashin', who's inside?
Came out a bullhorn, I'm contemplatin' suicide
Horse asked me for the MAC, he gave me dap, one love
Cocked the strap, then he ran out the back
Mad shots, couldn't tell what was goin' on
Sat on the floor near my dead girl, put her in my arms
Pulled her ring out my pocket I was savin'
Put it on her ring finger, cocked the Glock and started prayin'
To Muhammad and Allah, the most beneficial
Through you, all things are possible, I know you're listenin'
I never meant for this to happen, I never dreamed
This'd be my fate, such a grotesque murder scene
On that note, same time, the cops busted in
Kissed my lady, her blood on my lips, I said "Amen"
Put the nine to my head, pulled the hammer
Held her close, squeeze the toast
Said to her, "Now unto God, we elope... we elope"
[Outro: Cop]
Stupid fucking niggers20 | Hip-Hop | 6 | 4 | 1,999 | 84,902 |
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2,843 | Cocaine | Eminem | [Intro: Eminem & Jazmine Sullivan]
Yeah
Ooh...
This game is like cocaine
I want this more than anything in the world
Haha... So do I... At least I thought I did
Got to have it, yeah I need it, I'm addicted, yeah I'm fading
[Verse 1: Eminem]
This is a beat with no words at first, it’s a blank painting
Exercising the mind, it’s brain strength training
It starts off something like, "Shady's an insane maniac
Yeah, Slim Shady, that's a zany name, ain't it?"
Now all you need's an image to go with the name, baby
Wifebeaters and white t-shirts, Hanes mainly
It's a long shot, but is it possible? There's a lane, maybe
If not he's gon' have to come and change the whole game, ain't he?
He wants the fame so bad he can taste it, he can see his name up in lights
Women screaming his fucking name, fainting
Shady did it, he sold out the whole dang stadium
Joe Shmoe made it, he took his Plain Jane lady
And his baby Hailie out the trailer but he ain't trailing anymore
He's ahead of the race while maintaining his innocence
Little does he know his train is derailing
And he's about to be raped by this game anally, now
You might also like[Hook: Jazmine Sullivan]
What would you do for a little bit?
What would you give for a little bit of that c-o-c-a-i-n-e?
(Cause once you cave in, you don't want to leave)
I got to have it, yeah I made it, I'm addicted, yeah I'm fading
(Cause once you cave in, you don't want to leave)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
You’re operating on all cylinders, syllables spit like dillingers
Spilling your guts, people are feeling your mic skills
But these haters are ice grilling ya
Willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya
Fake friends will kill for ya, die for ya but you can’t decipher
Why for the life of ya, it wasn’t like this when you were cyphering
Argue with your wife again, she found Vicodin
In your pants last night again, your dispute's public
Nothing is private anymore, oh, and your best friend?
Say bye-bye to him, what kind of apple you take a bite of, Slim?
(But this is what you wanted Marshall, ain't it?) Fuck no!
The way that it turned out was nothin' like the picture that I painted
In my head, sometimes a dream and making it's more fun
Than it's to actually make it, the game stripped me naked
It robbed me of ever having another real relationship
With another girl, this world is a fucking trip
As I slip in another world, proceed, take another hit
Sniff 'til I fucking hurl, tell 'em all to fucking sit
And spin 'til they fucking twirl, middle finger up again
Relapsing back in this game, oh well, fuck it then, now
[Hook: Jazmine Sullivan]
What would you do for a little bit?
What would you give for a little bit of that c-o-c-a-i-n-e?
(Cause once you cave in, you don't want to leave)
I got to have it, yeah I made it, I'm addicted, yeah I'm fading
(Cause once you cave in, you don't want to leave)
[Bridge: Jazmine Sullivan]
You start off bright, just to see your name in lights
Just so you can live the life
You take a bite and lose your sight, they call this (fame)
You think you're good, just cause you got out the hood
Concerned only with getting dough, no longer poor
But lost your soul, they call it (fame)
I hear it callin', my name is callin'
Why you struggling when you could be ballin'?
My head is saying yes but my feet is stallin'
So many walkin' by the end they fallin'
But I got to have it, like Eve and the apple
She had to grab it, I got to take it, I got to make it
That's the plan and I can't forsake it, yee-yeah
[Hook: Jazmine Sullivan]
What would you do for a little bit?
What would you give for a little bit of that c-o-c-a-i-n-e?
(Cause once you cave in, you don't want to leave)
I got to have it, yeah I made it, I'm addicted, yeah I'm fading
(Cause once you cave in, you don't want to leave)
[Outro]
Guess I can't leave it
So I'm ?
Oh well... (Fame, fame)
(Fame)26 | Rap | 29 | 12 | 2,010 | 71,019 |
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2,844 | Dreams | J. Cole | [Intro: J. Cole]
Yeah, uh, yo
You gotta li—, you gotta follow me
With what I'm doin' right here, mane
Like, when I say this shit is crazy
I don't mean it's crazy like crazy
I just mean crazy like it's fuckin'—
Like it's actually crazy
Know what I mean? Yeah
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Seems like I always had crushes on chicks I couldn't have
And then I end up fuckin' with someone I shouldn't have
See, in my mind, it's like I'm perfect for her, I gotta show her
But sadly, in reality, dog, I don't even know her
But still somehow she got my mind infatuated
Absolutely fascinated
With the thoughts of what she might be like
Time after time after time I had to wait and
Is fate procrastinatin'?
I can take it 'cause I might be right, 'cause it's...
[Hook: J. Cole and Brandon Hines]
This is the girl of my dreams
Yeah, and is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Aye, should I try and get some help?
This is the girl of my dreams
Is she as good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Aye, should I try and get some help?
You might also like[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Oh shit, she passed me on the boulevard
Aye, tell me, is it stalkin' if I follow her
Like, all the way home without her knowin'?
Nah, nigga, I'm just curious where she stay at
Besides, when I'm with her, this gon' be the spot we lay at
And maybe I'll just drive by occassionally
And if one day I happen to see her outside, she'll wave at me
Imagine what she'll say to me
This ain't no time to be afraid no more, it's time for bravery
No matter if my homies think I'm crazy
[Hook: J. Cole and Brandon Hines]
This is the girl of my dreams
Aye, and is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Aye, should I try and get some help?
This is the girl of my dreams
Is she as good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Aye, should I try and get some help?
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Look, I spot her walkin' in the mall
Okay, it's time to grow some balls if she really gon' be yours
Oh my God, I'm walkin' towards her
My mind's screamin' stop
But my legs keep walkin' forward
Straighten up your face, nigga, she see you comin' for her!
My heartbeat racin', and my hands keep shakin'
Say somethin', you shy motherfucker, she's waitin'!
"What's up, girl? Don't mean to interrupt
But in the city I done met a lot of women, but
You from my dreams
And will you come true?
I know about a show that we can catch
Some R&B and rap, and you should come through."
She said, "Uh, I'd love too
Except I don't like rap
Besides, if I went with you, then I don't really think my man would like that." (Damn, Damn)
Okay, you say you got a man
I mean, I definitely understand
I'm happy for you, really am
I couldn't have been the only fan
In the world of a girl like you
I mean, you're beautiful, and I'm sure he's a very nice dude
It ain't no biggie
Well, I'm sure that I'm gon' see you 'round the city
Only thing I ask, if shit don't work out for y'all
Then don't forget me
And don't act like a stranger when you see me on the scene
I came up with a world-class scheme, to get...
[Hook: J. Cole and Brandon Hines]
The girl of my dreams
And is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Or should I try and get some help?
This is the girl of my dreams
Is she as good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Aye, should I try and get some help?
[Verse 4: J. Cole]
So I find out the nigga name
Know exactly where he stayin'
Find out when he leave for work
"Hold up, nigga, is you sane?"
I'ma follow in my car; I'ma cut in front of his
Run him right into the wall
Maybe even off the bridge
I give her a little time
Then console her while she cryin'
She gon' take that as a sign
Finally she will be mine
I'll be king, and she'll be queen
When I hit her with the ring
At the wedding, who gon' sing?
[Hook: J. Cole and Brandon Hines]
This is the girl of my dreams
And is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Aye, should I try and get some help?
This is the girl of my dreams
Is she as good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Think I should try and get some help56 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 6 | 2,009 | 513,891 |
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2,846 | Pans in the Kitchen | Hopsin | [Verse 1]
Stop and listen
I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit
You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it
A wack rapper's what Hopsin isn't, I'll kick it to ya
If you got a minute, you'll bob your head like a walking pigeon
Play my position, I'm kinda different when rhymes is kickin'
I got lots of this, I vibe to it as I rock a fitted
The amount of people that's feeling me is a high percentage
They know I'm tight, but I'll be conceited if I admit it
I'ma clown the game until I'm up at the top of it
And don't be chicken to call me out if you got a problem with it
Unsilenced shit is gon' get you stuck in some violent shit
And feelings will be hurt so you're better off if you mind your business
Don't get it started, with that nigga Marcus, that kid retarded
It's gon' evolve to some ruckus, he'll prove your shit is garbage
He'll be the illest artist, realist on this rap
All you niggas out there wanna get him on your tracks
[Hook]
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
I be banging on the pans in the kitchen
So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
I be banging on the pans in the kitchen
So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen
You might also likeI like playing with the pans in the kitchen, mama
You gon' let me play with the pans in the kitchen, mama
Don't care what you say about the pans in the kitchen, mama
I'ma prove that I'm the man in the kitchen, mama!
[Verse 2]
I used to push weight on the block
A fat bitch, she was barely able to walk
She was good for one thing, that was taking a cock
'Til she told me she was pregnant, shit I'm thankful to God
That she wasn't, 'cause all that shit was making me hot
I'm happy that she ain't the one to have a baby with Hop
She's so obese, I'd take her out and make her stay in the car
Her body odor always smelling like some bacon and farts
I'd tell her how I don't eat pork, she took it straight to the heart
Ready to make an assault, she need to make her fucking way to the barn
'Cause that's where she belong, better leave me alone
Calling, asking where I'm at like she need to know
Oh, what a surprise, she thinking I'm the love of her life?
Becoming my wife? Bitch, take some fucking advice
You wanna look nice? Trust me I'm right
Go to the motherfucking gym and lose the gut and you're fine
[Hook]
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
I be banging on the pans in the kitchen
So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
I be banging on the pans in the kitchen
So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen
I like playing with the pans in the kitchen, mama
You gon' let me play with the pans in the kitchen, mama
Don't care what you say about the pans in the kitchen, mama
I'ma prove that I'm the man in the kitchen, mama!
[Verse 3]
I'm Marcus and yes, I am stupid
Thought I was a smart kid? Guess again, stupid
I'm a special ed student
Give me a couple of bars and let the man prove it
'Cause there's evidence to it
I never knew it, but the rest of my class knew it
They must've thought I'd never remember the past to it
Fuck school, man, I never could pass through it
I never be that student that headed to class who gets an A
Up on his report card, a nice kid who's so smart
Seem like when they threw me in special ed It got more hard
Every year the cycle repeats over again
My friends graduate and I'm way older then them
Then they come to me, nice mugging me, making fun of me
What do these ugly motherfuckers be thinking when they fuck with me?
They lucky I don't suddenly go and become something other than me
Like a fucking psycho, then what's it gonna be?
[Hook]
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
I be banging on the pans in the kitchen
So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen
I be banging on the pans in the kitchen
So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen
I like playing with the pans in the kitchen, mama
You gon' let me play with the pans in the kitchen, mama
Don't care what you say about the pans in the kitchen, mama
I'ma prove that I'm the man in the kitchen, mama!
(Man in the kitchen, mama....)7 | Unknown | 27 | 10 | 2,009 | 53,402 |
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2,847 | Smack That | Akon | [Intro: Akon & Eminem]
Shady
Konvict, Upfront
Akon, Slim Shady
I see the one, could she be that lady? Ayy
[Pre-Chorus: Akon]
I feel you creepin', I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo?
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo?
And possibly bend you over?
[Chorus: Akon]
Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 1: Akon]
Upfront style, ready to attack now
Pull in the parking lot slow with the 'Lac down
Konvict's got the whole thing packed now
Step in the club, the wardrobe intact now
I feel it, dawnin' cracked now
Ooh, I see it dull and backed now
I'ma call her, then I put the mack down
Money no problem, pocket full of that now
See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $345You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Akon]
I feel you creepin', I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo?
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo?
And possibly bend you over?
[Chorus: Akon]
Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Oh, looks like another club banger
They better hang on when they throw this thang on
Get a little drink on, they gon' flip
For this Akon shit, you can bank on it
Pedicure, manicure, kitty-cat claws
The way she climbs up and down them poles
Lookin' like one of them Putty-Cat Dolls
Tryin' to hold my woodie back through my drawers
Steps off stage, didn't think I saw her
Creeps up behind me, and she's like "You're—"
I'm like, "I know, let's cut to the chase
No time to waste, back to my place"
Plus from the club to the crib's like a mile away
Or more like a palace, shall I say
And plus, I got a pal if your gal is game
In fact, he's the one singin' the song that's playin' (Akon!)
[Pre-Chorus: Akon]
I feel you creepin', I can see it from my shadow (My shadow)
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo?
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo? (Like Tae Bo?)
And possibly bend you over? (Ooh, yeah)
[Chorus: Akon]
Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more (Yeah)
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Akon]
Eminem's rollin', D and 'em rollin'
Bu and all marvelous, them rollin'
Women just ho-in', big booty rollin'
Soon, I'll be all in them and throwin' D (D)
Hittin' no less than three (Three)
Block wheel style like whee (Whee)
Girl, I can tell you want me, 'cause lately
[Pre-Chorus: Akon]
I feel you creepin', I can see it from my shadow (Yeah, my shadow)
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo?
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo? (Like Tae Bo?)
And possibly bend you over? (Ooh, yeah)
[Chorus: Akon]
Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh58 | Hip-HopRap | 26 | 9 | 2,006 | 662,668 |
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2,848 | Can’t Tell Me Nothing (Jeezy Remix) | Kanye West | [Intro: Kanye West & Jeezy]
La, la, la, la
8732, that's the way it go
Wait 'til I get my money right
Kanye and Jizzle, say it ain't so
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
If I had a billion dollars (Yeah!)
Yeah, I'd spend all in a day, show these niggas how to play (Play)
Top floor penthouse, I'll show them where I stay (Stay)
Grand piano, might learn to play (Haha!)
Paid a hundred grand just to walk past it every day (Woo! Woo!)
You know I like them white keys on it (Yeah!)
Duct tape when we wrap them, call me prejudice
Cause I never touch the black ones (Keys that is, haha!)
Let me show how to do this, shawty (Shawty!)
I hit the strip club and I blew bout forty (Damn!)
Patron got me so confused ('Fused)
Until I stumbled outside and I made the news
Fresh nine piece, yeah, them wings is Cajun
Never seen me in the kitchen, nigga, I am amazing (Nah)
Well, fuck it, I'm rich then
If balling is a crime, fuck it, I'm hit then
If thugging is a term, fuck it, I'm it then
The insane dough, hey, fuck it, I'm sick then
Somebody call me a shrink
Until then, I'mma fix me a drink (Haha!)
Top down in the Bent, I'm so intoxicated
Sometimes I think to myself "Goddamn, I made it"
And I know they hate it
On the all night flight
Trying to get my money right, wassup?
You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & Jeezy]
La, la, la, la (Hey!)
Wait 'til I get my money right
La, la, la, la (Yeah!)
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?
Excuse me, was you saying something?
Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Haha!)
You can't tell me nothing
Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing
[Verse 2: Kanye West & Jeezy]
Yeah, homie, this a theme song
First I get my money right, then I get my team on
If I always prayed to have gleam on
$300 jeans on, do that mean I dream wrong?
And I was high as a Learjet
Fly as the insect, even though we in debt
And it don't matter if I get her number 'cause
When I get my money right she gon' come running
And I'll be good like "God" with an extra "o"
God knows that my check needs some extra 0's
And you know that you need to bring some extra hoes
Not in jogging pants either, tell them wear some sexy clothes
Now my game so professional
And my chain so fresh, they go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Right after the fame did you gain anything?
Damn 'Ye, would you change anything?
But (If I had a billion dollars, yeah!)
I'd copped more pink polos and pop those collars
Misery love company, her nickname Sorrow
My Benz need company, her nickname Tahoe
“Wait 'til I get my money” everybody's motto
So I'mma need a bravo for everything that I wrote
Yeah, hey, mama they can't hate him
'Cause after all of the drama, K slayed them
[Chorus: Kanye West & Jeezy]
La, la, la, la (Hey!)
Wait 'til I get my money right
La, la, la, la (Yeah!)
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?
Excuse me, was you saying something?
Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Haha!)
You can't tell me nothing
Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing
[Outro: Kanye West, Jeezy, & Connie Mitchell]
(If I had a billion dollars, yeah!)
Wait 'til I get my money right
(If I had a billion dollars, yeah!)
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?
(I'm serious, nigga! Hey!)
Why were you late?
(Yeah! Haha! Yeah! You know I'm serious, nigga! I got money!)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Good money made!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Good money made!
Why were you late?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Good money made!11 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 5 | 2,007 | 59,915 |
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2,849 | You Be Killin Em Remix | Fabolous | [Refrain]
You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it
I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' stress you, but I'mma let you know
Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
[Verse 1]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout her, shorty straight
Been chasin' her for two days, first 48
A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
She look like the best money that I ever spent
Just watching my cutiepie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride
Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide
Looking good has it's sacrifices
Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices
Her body nice, face dime
Give you that iPhone 4, face time
Shorty in the streets, still handle the home
Enough class for wine, still handle patron
When them other hoes call I hand her the phone
And she hand em the tone
See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Refrain]
[Verse 2]
Yeah I know that's what they all says
She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez
Keep it clean cut like bald heads
Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce
So you gotta ball harder than them ball players
All she wanna know is there a mall near us
Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her
But he ain't beat it up, I assault her
Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her
Slow strut like she walking to the altar
Hand bag on her arm cost four bills
And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal
Often imitated, never duplicated
They say she a dime, I say she underrated
I just met her so the next solution
Dead my old chick, execution
[Refrain]
Had to let you know
All the ladies (to all the ladies)
I'd like to congratulate you
Congratulations
And you just came from the gym clothes
In a fitted cap and some Timbo's
And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes
Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose
Still killin' 'em hoes
You still killin' 'em hoes, you still killin' 'em hoes | Hip-HopRap | null | null | null | 8,354 |
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2,852 | Let’s Chill | Wale | [Intro: Wale]
You know I like you like, a little bit
Like a little tiny bit
And the only problem is, if I go inside you gone go insane
Check it...
[Verse 1 - Wale]
Okay heaven sent this melody so let me sing it to ya
And I call you Ms. Folarin see that got a ring, don’t it
And I got this thing for ya my affinity’s infinity
Put that on everything these other bitches anything
Shit
I’m just tryna chill a bit play with it and blaze a bit
Then play you all my latest shit
Lately I been stressing so I need you like I’m crazy
Music's irrelevant and money’s overrated
That’s why I spend it like I look at it with hatred
To look at you is painful, cuz I ain’t seen you naked
But I’ma wait it out I’m bout to see that drought
Cuz if I hit it now these feelings take a different route
So, I’m on some 40 days and night shit
Feeling like it’s Ramadan and I just need a bite quick
Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift
So I’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss
[Hook - Lloyd]
Let’s chill
Girl I don’t want to rush tonight
Take your time when you’re with me baby
So I can give you what you need, I know what you like
Let’s Chill
It’s obvious that girl you’re fine
But I just wanna make love to your mind
So if you open up your heart I’ll give you mine
Let’s Chill
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Verse 2 - Wale]
Usually ain’t nothing
Usually one and done up she done up and looking beautiful
That don’t mean I’ma stunt her
No need to rush it, we got forever babygirl
We getting closer every moment I’ve been waiting for it
Ain’t saying I don’t need it, if you gave it I would take it
Have you shakin' I would break you off
Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all
And I can show you all this love without a bit of sex involved
Maybe I foreplay it, maybe I kiss it lady
And even if we don't speak, you still are in my matrix
That’s how this lovin be, love it when she under me
She say that she celibate, I penetrate her mentally
So if it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be
Hold on to the now, cuz I know sex be changing everything
If it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be
She say "I think I’m ready, if it change just remember me"
[Hook - Lloyd]
[Verse 3 - Wale]
If you ready then I'm ready go, hear this on my radio
Hennessey is in my blood, don't tell me you gon' tell me no
Tell me that you love me most, I tell you you the only one
Tell me where you want me go, nevermind I know what's up
Come and see what I'm about, pull your hair you say my name
Now you scratchin' on my back, I see your pleasure in my pain
She crack a smile, I'm finna turn it out
Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while
[Hook - Lloyd]
Ooooohhhhh!
C’mon and let’s chill baby
Yeah
Let’s chill2 | Hip-Hop | 17 | 8 | 2,011 | 44,922 |
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2,861 | Sag My Pants | Hopsin | [Intro]
Yeah, Hopsin, Funk Volume
C'mon, keep sleepin' on me!
Hollywood-ass rappers, bitch-ass females!
Huh, that's enough to make a nigga flip
[Verse 1]
I erupt like a bomb, so give up the baton
I'll slap you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my palm
Why you muggin' me like somethin' was wrong?
Just take a puff of the bong
And let me leave your mind corrupt from the song
See, you can't stop me, 'cause I'ma brainwash teens
And create false dreams, 'cause it pays off clean
I'm just an idiotic, ironic, symbolic, Illuminatic product
That's gonna be killed if I talk about it (Shhh!)
This industry bidness is all screwed up
I have no favorite rapper, because all you suck
I sever the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree
'Cause on a tombstone is as hard as their name will ever be
I'm judged by my wild image a lot
And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot
I do! Be offended by every sentence I jot
I got some militant thoughts
And you ain't killin' 'em off, so listen!
You might also like[Chorus]
I sag my pants until my ass shows
I even slap hoes (Bitch!)
Yeah, I'm an asshole, yeah, yeah
And your parents hate me 'cause I love you (So?)
Tell 'em I said "Fuck you!"
Yeah I said "Fuck you!" — yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside (Uh-oh)
You can say I have a bogus mind (Yep)
I dimmed the lights down and closed the blinds
Around his neck is where my rope was tied
I yanked on it 'til it broke his spine (Yeah!)
Lately I been fuckin' pissed off (Why?)
'Cause everybody's sayin' Lil Wayne spits raw
I'll start a big brawl, and slam his ass into a brick wall
And have a fat nigga sit on him, Rick Ross (Boss!)
I don't play with this rap shit
I got no life, I stay in the attic
Fuck a rap career, I'm waitin' to smash it
Soulja Boy, you got a corny flow
So you can suck my fuckin' dick through a glory hole
I'm just bein' me, what you tryna hate for?
All you niggas is faker than Lupe Fiasco claimin' he skateboards
Yeah right, that nigga can't even ollie
Push him away on the dolly
Not even Satan can stop me—what!
[Chorus]
I sag my pants until my ass shows
I even slap hoes (Bitch!)
Yeah, I'm an asshole, yeah, yeah
And your parents hate me 'cause I love you (So?)
Tell 'em I said "Fuck you!"
Yeah I said "Fuck you!" — yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I'm pro'ly the sickest motherfucker who don't get recognized
Eazy-E's wife's life somewhere now jeopardized
She signed me and I was set aside
For like three and a half years, I don't think I remember why
I'm fuckin' dope, and this is my reward?
That's wacker than the 500 dollars you signed me for
Eazy's dead now, yeah, the label's finally yours
Too bad he never knew that you were just a grimy whore
You can't maintain what Eric built (Nah!)
I know he's in his grave, turnin' like a ferris wheel (Ha!)
Don't think you cool just 'cause you inherit mills (Shit)
Bitch, bare the skills! I'm Hopsin, I spit shit so unfair and real
I got some deep, dark issues within
All because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend
Fuck Ruthless! Bitch, I'll never lend you a hand!
And I'ma make sure nobody ever sign wit' you again
You know why?
[Chorus]
I sag my pants until my ass shows
I even slap hoes (Bitch!)
Yeah, I'm an asshole, yeah, yeah
And your parents hate me 'cause I love you (So?)
Tell 'em I said "Fuck you!"
Yeah, I said "Fuck you!" — yeah, yeah56 | Unknown | 8 | 10 | 2,010 | 443,740 |
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2,862 | Movin’ On Up | 50 Cent | [Produced by Jake One]
[Intro]
(The realest thing you could do is put a drumbeat with nothing but a drum beat)
Niggas, niggas copied my style, Russ
That's why I had to switch up on 'em
Know what I mean?
Mad niggas sounding like me
[Verse 1]
I run the show now, I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
I'm on the low now, I got the four pound
In case a motherfucker got to get shot
The only time is coming, slow down
See they know now, I won't hesitate to make shit hot
D's will shut your block down, after you're shot down
We gonna come through and set up shop
You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
How I change shit, re-arrange shit
See for you, dawg, this is new shit
I'm from Southside, nigga we do this
They say I'm grimey, it's hard to find me
When the sun lighten up the sky
Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
Go ahead nigga, I dare you to try, fuck that nigga
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Hook]
We moving on up
Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
We moving on up
Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
[Verse 2]
I'm 'bout my bread now, I'll cut your head now
You know you eating niggas, you should be dead now
I hold a Glock down, I gotta drop now
Nigga I'm eating, you know I ain't gone stop now
One more trip, one more flip
I move a truckload, nigga, not one brick
They make me so sick, fucking sick to my stomach
You niggas talk shit, but they know that I want it
My clique's so sick, niggas know how we on it
Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
I spit a gem star, get your name carved into neck
Have my little homies run up on your ass with the Tec
Yeah, I stunt in the Vette, got stash in the Vette
I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
I'm oh so fresh, so motherfucking clean
24 inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene
[Hook]
We moving on up
Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
We moving on up
Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
[Bridge]
Been smoking that dip
The PCP got them thinking they can walk on water
That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard
Trying to fuck your daughter
The LSD will have niggas running round
Trying to kill you for us
Smoking that piff, sipping that yak
Talking that shit, loading that strap
[Hook]
We moving on up
Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
We moving on up
Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?2 | Hip-HopRap | 11 | 9 | 2,007 | 7,229 |
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2,863 | My Gun Go Off | 50 Cent | [Produced by Adam Deitch & Eric Krasno]
[Hook]
Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning
Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder
Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting
Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping
When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in
Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in
Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking
Nigga, my gun go off
[Verse 1]
Fuckboy, you can see it to believe it
Try to dodge and weave it, end up a paraplegic
Believe me, its easy, I'll hurt you, I'll murk you
I'll pop something, drop something, I ain't going to stop hunting
Run, run, 'til you're spun, one shot, one gun
One 911 emergency, it's murder, B
It's excellent execution when I'm pulling the trigger
No mistake for that cake, I'm hitting you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim for the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang, nigga, shit ain't a game
Do the math or get blast, bullets go through the glass
Goes through your ass fast and the leather seat in your Nav
Nigga, its not a war when there's casualties on one side, I ride
Turn it up on you nigga after Jake ride by
I click-clack, that's that, I don't flash, I mash
I wave the Uzi at them, I make a movie out them
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Hook]
Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning
Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder
Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting
Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping
When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in
Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in
Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking
Nigga, my gun go off
[Verse 2]
You better lose yourself in the moment
Use it, fuck the music, I'mma let it go
You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
At your hat, your back, your ass crack, your nutsack
Your Cadillac, if you make it to that, I'm hitting that
The 70's was smack, the 80's crack
The 90's was grimy, millennium MACs, man
Clips on the whips I ride in them, bad bitches, I ride in them
Don't worry, I'll get them, gat's jammed or unjammed
God damn safest the safety don't work, squeeze the eagle, it chirps
End up faced down in the dirt more than hurt
Bring the beef where you hang out, bang out, shots ring out
Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out
Hit your homies in their legs, bet they have their canes out tomorrow
You know tomorrow's just a day away
If you can keep your heart beating, then your ass awake
[Hook]
Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning
Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder
Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting
Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping
When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in
Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in
Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking
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2,868 | Demon Inside | Eminem | [Intro]
Uh-huh
(Uh-huh)
Yo, alright, yo
[Verse]
I'm possessed by evil demons that torture me while I'm sleeping
I keep dreaming of death and I'm hearing people screaming
The devil's spirit's trapped inside me and I want it out
I'm on the couch bleeding to death in a haunted house
With both of my wrists slit, I'm lifted up in the air
And suspended in animation like someone's holding me there
I feel somebody's cold hands wrapping around my neck
While I choke on my own blood that I swallow and drown to death
But I found a breath and somehow managed to slip the clutches
Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes
Tripping over OD'd bodies of dead lushes
Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red blushes
Door's open and close by themselves
Books fly off shelves, curtains catch fire, the house melts
My skin blisters and sticks together like twin sisters
The wind blows and shatters windows like ten twisters
Caught a piece of shrapnel in the Adam's apple
Two cups of holy water and I'm looking at 'em half full
But as soon as I go to touch 'em they turn into red rum
It got silent, then all these voices said
"Come follow me into the gates of Hell"
I heard 'em yell "Welcome to the Norman Bates Motel!"
I ring the bell for service and I was greeted by his mother
Covered in dry blood, head still dented from the shovel
I said I need a room so I could try to get some rest
She gave me the keys to the best suite and a bag of cess
And told me that's just for starters, Satan'll be in to see me later
To see if I'm interested in being partnersYou might also like26 | Rap | null | null | 1,998 | 84,038 |
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2,869 | Get Em Daddy Remix | Cam’ron | [Intro: Cam'ron]
See the problem is I ain't goin' nowhere
Can shoot at me, can stab at me
Take your best shot (this is the remix)
Suck a dick no homo
Dipset, remix, let's go!
[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
My flow is Novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina)
I got hella 'caine, MAC in the melon Range
Hop out and shells exchange
I wanna see these niggas die die, make they mom feel hella pain
Walk around like I got a broom in my pants
Nah, that's a fuckin A-K, heavy tool in my pants, damn
Man, these cowards better stay in they lane
And if they ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame
VVS's stay in my chain (bling), they in my ring (there they go)
You must've wrote your will already if you’re saying our names
Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter
You hung with the girls you double dutch or hula-hooper (faggot)
Hop skip and jumping, block clicking and jumping
Glock clicking and dumping, it's the mighty Dips
[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone, niggas
Your sight blown, right-o, my white stones glitter
Left hand bling, the right one shiver
Stallion, medallion, a ice cold picture
The white stone flipper
That white tone, nights home, getting rid of the weight like lipo mister
This psycho sicker
That ain't cracking ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on Thriller
This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best
No rapper could impress, man I'm crack right out the 'jects
You rapping indirect
But it's looking like a movie shoot
How they sending all these damn actors at the Set
You might also like[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Soul niggas they sick and flabby (they washed up)
Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat (we balling)
Somebody snapping pictures at me (watching)
Plus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me
The cash, the jewels and how we buy exquisite V's
Don't get ya brains fried to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, breath full of reefer
And ya boy stay fly like he was dressing for Easter
The big Pachorte, Capo the heffe
Packing 4-4 court case to drop on expressway
It's Dipset, Byrdgang, we fly high
And chart the G-4 we getting high in the sky, you fuckers
[Verse 4: Cam'ron]
Killa, Killa!
I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund
Part-acting, ha ha, who they think they car jackin
You dump and a dump, I slumped and I slump
They mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front
See ya dude react, Hud 6 threw me back, a few they clapped
But I ate those, them shits is Scooby Snacks
I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa
Threw the Lam' in 6th, drove to the ER (true story)
Had to make it hot
Feel like Pac, I know a set up
Them old niggas know I'm 'bout to take they spot
Ain't no A.B. - I.O.U
Y.B., that'll get 'em up in I.C.U
Like I see you at the BP, shot 'em off GP
Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C
D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C
C-74 switched 'em over to P.C
Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E
Fuck me why, I'm in the '06 G.T
All about them G's B, we the B.G
Byrd Gang Dipset, D-I-P see
Like KRS-One, the great B.D.P
You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, Flee
Uhh, Killa!
[Break: Cam'ron]
(Get 'em daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie
'Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em daddy) Honey smile, don't act funny style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou'
(Get 'em daddy)
[Outro: Jim Jones]
Yeah, you heard what he said, nigga
Huh, we still balling
Them shits was Scooby Snacks, fucker, huh
(Get 'em daddy)
But repercussions is a muh'fucka
When we catch that ass, flat line fucker, huh
Hey Killa, we back, huh
(Get 'em daddy) tell 'em the city is ours
No disrespect to you other motherfuckers
But Jimmy Blanco
Killa the Don, King Jaffe Joe
(Get 'em daddy)
Juelz Santana the Prince, Hell Rell
Hey J.R., I see you motherfucker, huh
(Get 'em daddy)
You know who we are, Dipset, Byrd Gang
The most powerful movement in this motherfucker
We ride high, nigga
I wish you would, bang bang, nigga!
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2,870 | Go Harder | Bow Wow | [Produced by Shamtrax]
Talkin[listen Prince of the rap game Nigga][These niggas tryna go hard but I'mma go harder O-H flow lets go]
[Verse1: Bow Wow]
The boy bow back ya'll tryna go hard na I "don't know about that" what eva ya Could do I could do betta now since I Made it Storm tell me have u eva seen The groun Wetta the line I dare them to Step pass On it cause I spit sick now The track Gotta rash on it niggas ain't Seen hard till They seen viagra like Martin & will I'mma Bad boy but way Badda like iverson I'mma Make em stagga In line they ain't the Prince of the game No nigga ain't gotta Swagga like Mine.[lets go]
[(Hook): Bow Wow]
Niggas tryna go hard but I'mma go harder
Wit ma swag I'mma sen em to the funeral
Parlor ma games sick I ball & go harder Then vince carter[haha ballin]
[Don't tell me ya still wants some cause This time I'mma go harder haha]
(Chorus)
Niggas tryna go hard but I'mma go harder I'mma go hard now nigga not tomorra
Since those who oppose the prince
I'mma put em down in the groun now Forget a
Funeral parlor & yeah niggas now ya Know I could go harder
[(Verse2): Bow Wow]
[Since I already went hard I'mma go sick Now iight I'mma get at em lets go]
Iight niggas gonna hate cause they got To but neva let em stop you I dripped Blood sweat tears but like "been doin This"I been doin this for years get it in
Ya dome its go hard or go home & its Catch amnesia a forget or catch a cold & Go sick I'm in a commo cause I'm the Shit especially when I spit shit yo I get That dough & like fat joe I spit crack yo
[Now who go harder?me bow weezy & I Did it today not tomorra haha]
(Chorus)
You might also like[Haha what ya'll know about that I told Ya'll I'm the prince of the rap game I Told ya niggas know ya know now neva Forget]
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2,871 | Losin’ My Mind | Tech N9ne | [Intro]
I'm just gon' spit some shit
I wanted somebody else to do the hook, but I ain't got nobody here on the hook
Aight
[Chorus]
Losing my mind, yes I'm
Using my 9 this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?
Losing my mind, yes I'm
Using my 9 this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?
[Verse]
Ever since November hit, I can't remember shit
Unless I was in your chick when I picked her, she was a limber bitch
She say I sent her quick and treated her as cold as Denver get
That whimper shit's for simpers, don't enter this 'cause I'm winter, trick
And I like my hoes cold, young, dumb, lungs done
Now she's an old soul, ate her like Lambert's throwed rolls
Shorty come and shorties go, this skinny chick orgy blows
Horny bro, looking for a thicky, hunt her down like Laurie Strode
I'm plumb stark buck naked in my white socks
Might pop my top and hype the block when the light stops
Just call me cyclops, I see what others might not
The white cops are on me, oh, man, we're in a tight spot
It's ironic though I'm bad, yep my mama grow the lad
Who rob the Conoco for cash up in Monaco
I'm half native got a relative named Jeroni-ho
And this persona's "Fuck the drama, only honor dough"
I know who died plus and who did it
Kansas City Cyrus, can you dig it?
Cut off your arm and fan you with it
Some listen to me and say “Damn, you wicked”
See Tech N9ne LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Chorus]
Losing my mind, yes I'm
Using my 9 this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?
Losing my mind, yes I'm
Using my 9 this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?
[Outro]
Yates! Strange Music, and the fans
Made Tech N9ne, the number one
Independent rapper in the motherfucking world, baby!
Yeah!
Shout out to DJ Whoo Kid, shout out to XXL, we love you Vanessa, ya arrre I mean? And shout out to DJ Scream
Since we gotta take that umm Dr. Dre beat off you know what I'm sayin'? "Hard Liquor", you know what I mean?
What's up Travis Barker and Dr. Dre outta respect for Dr. Dre
That was the only beat on this mixtape that wasn't original
So I'ma replace it with something special yarr I mean?
This is me— first I'ma give you me, Royce Da 5'9 and Irv Da Phenom, song called "Curious" yarr I mean? it's beautiful song then right after that I'ma give y'all some extra acapellas while I'm beating on my chest, it's fuckin' crazy man, I love y'all man
Tech N9ne man doing big things all of the world baby
Yes we feeling good, we drinking 151, Malibu Rum, and pineapple juice and we drinking KC tea that's Hennessy, Sprite, and lemon baby, yarr I mean?
And coming to a store near you, I can't wait
What up Travis nigga we about to do this shit
Let's get this money, nigga
Tech N9ne!3 | Hip-HopRap | 23 | 12 | 2,010 | 10,288 |
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2,873 | Rocky Mountain High | John Denver | [Verse 1]
He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Comin' home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door
[Verse 2]
When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away
On the road and hangin' by a song
But the string's already broken and he doesn't really care
It keeps changin' fast and it don't last for long
[Chorus]
But the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby
Rocky Mountain high (Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (High in Colorado)
[Verse 3]
He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once, and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend, but kept the memory
[Verse 4]
Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forests and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake
You might also like[Chorus]
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
Talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky Mountain high (High in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (High in Colorado)
[Verse 5]
Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land
[Chorus]
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
Though he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky Mountain high
[Outro]
Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
Friends around the campfire and everybody's high
Rocky Mountain high (High in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (High in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (High in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (High in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (High in Colorado)
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2,874 | Play Your Part | Rick Ross | [Intro]
Maybach Music
[Chorus: D.A.]
You think you're using me
Like this game's new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry
Another fuckin shopping spree
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we’ll be cool as long as you
Just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m inclined with women who come on they time
She came over and she came a few times
From crispy futons to Christian Louboutin
Game over, had her shopping in Milan
Twenty racks, really that's sneaker money
Triple white Ferrari, yeah that's the Easter Bunny
At the Caesar in Vegas, I put the Visa on it
Now all she do is tell me how she used to love me
I let her decorate the real estate
And I let her spend a half a ticket, give or take
A couple dollars, Harry Winston stone collars
Canary yellow everything, plane chartered
I spoiled her maybe cause I adored her
More than fly, that girl's a flying saucer
My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life
And she said to love a bitch is to roll the dice
See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: D.A.]
You think you're using me
Like this game's new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry
Another fuckin shopping spree
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we’ll be cool as long as you
Just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Verse 2: Wale]
Uh, I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal
She said she love me but what I’m feeling is minuscule
I understand that Prada lives in her inner sole
So the devil that droves in her got her control
Anne Hathaway and sack chasing, getting yacht cake up
Though my paper way thicker than model make-up
But y'all wait up, my mind racing, I'm cold slipping
A lot of women is real, some bitches Robin Given
I never give ‘em no liquid, no pot to piss in
I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent
I’m pitchin bitches that's dreaming, thinking I'm trickin’ chicken
I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position
That's real nigga shit, real nigga life
I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe
I ain't tryna fight, I ain't tryna fuss
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
[Chorus: D.A.]
You think you're using me
Like this game's new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry
Another fuckin shopping spree
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we’ll be cool as long as you
Just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Yo, I say, how can they compare to you? Everything material
Trickin’ shit for kids and you know I don't need no cereal
You know I was ridin’ and you switched up like a gear or two
So all that other shit you on dead, burial
Funeral, check my phone, reacting like it's new to you
Talking what I give but never speak on what I do for you
Cabo to Jamaica every weekend, honeymoonin' you
Lobster over salmon and I ain't ever tried to tuna you
But now I'm just assuming you, living off of hearsay
Treble like the radio cause everything was airplay
First class Hermes, Panamera, purp pass
Greed written on her face, when I bought her first bag
And I ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed
Told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up
She call me daddy like a nigga Puff
Just play your role and we can live it up
[Chorus: D.A.]
You think you're using me
Like this game's new to me
But you ain't confusing me
You just want jewelry
Another fuckin shopping spree
But that ain't stopping me
And I ain't stopping you
See we’ll be cool as long as you
Just play your part
Just play your part
Just play your part
We’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
[Outro]
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2,875 | Speaking in Tongues (Freestyle) | Das Racist | [Verse 1: Kool AD]
Yeah, Kool A.D., frequently dumb
Frequently freaky deeky and speakin' in tongues
Everyday is a weekend my son
I'm a teacher on sabbatical, what's that; it doesn't matter
After a few, I'm smackin' a dude - picture me
Acting the fool and then actually smackin' you
Then smokin' crack with you
Then smokin' mac and noodles on the Avenue
With papichulos
Poppin' that Menudo
And you know, I don't take my Menudo, lightly
You could out-write me, but it's not likely
Half-white Spike Lee
Sippin' on a light green diesel and an iced tea
Sometimes relaxed like perms, sometimes hyphy
Came from the Bay but I stay in NYC
Oh I think they like me
Forgive me if I'm blunt but light me
Smoke 'till my eyes turn Chinese
Das Racist, try me
Mad flavors for all shapes, races, and ages
Basically I'm paid to say shit and get white-boy wasted
Everything I touch is a spaceship
Everything I touch is a spaceship
Madonna-like, Don Dada-type with a sharp clique
Mami white, me Obama-like with a dark dick
Man, you couldn't see me like a shark's lips
Everything I touch is Jefferson - Starship
You might also like[Verse 2: Heems]
We are D.R., troopers like V.R
Gérard Depardieu, Young Green Card
Young cocoa butter, harder than them other boys
You be on some stale shit, I'll sweet on some other noise
You know before we get it, you should stretch it
Hit it three times, hat-trick, Ovechkin
Keep one on the side like she's salad dressin'
Treat the coochie like the microphone when I bless it
Rap wild, everything versatile like the lesson
A way with words - a curse and a blessin'
A way with purple - herbs and I'm sessin'
A way with birds with curves that's undressing
Noddin' to the H-man, like he was on H, man
Me I am a strange man, body is a cage man
Pause just in case man, Young Nicolas Cage, man
Change man, no joke-rap, look at my range man
My new thing, I spit harder
She ambiguous, I'm Chavez-like but my dick darker
Super stoned, I'm a fifth spliff martyr
Rep Queens hard like Nicki the chick Carter
How can I explain, I'm insane man, I done tried
One time I run by, dumb high off fungi
I'm pretty awesome, it's known that I'm a fun guy
I'm Hima, Benz or Bentley, You Kia, Daewoo, Hyundai
Go in, Dap
[Verse 3: Dapwell]
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2,878 | The Number Won | Wale | I don't trust no one
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, I dont trust no one
*snippet from Seinfeld interview on Larry King Live*
[Verse 1]
When you strive for perfection
Desire get confused and you could lose your direction
I lost my connection with a brethren
Athlete mentality so fuck my competition
Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
But every time we book, we stay in our green room
Maybe its on me, or brother its on you
Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since June
Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose
I am out of this world and you a man on the moon
I'll meet you in the sky
Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns to hold down
I figure this where my heart at
This shit has got my soul
I tell them niggas picture me rollin I get the Kodak
If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer
I feel like Quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders
They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange
Who you know that's famous and rich and stay the same?
How can niggas blame us, I am not ashamed but
I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Hook]
Competition, for the love and anyway it go, they gon remember us
My nigga, its all love
That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one
We tryna be number one, number one, we tryna be number one
[Verse 2]
When you strive for perfection
Desire get confused and you could lose your direction
I lost my connection with my woman
I needed her support but she was thinkin bout a marriage, FORGET IT.!
I know your love is the purest
But sexin without affection is necessary for some of us
Here's my heart you can hold it, I won't need it on this road trip
And I ain't tryna cheat so go head, leave me to my lonesome
GO! you free to go about your business
But if we back to business hope we resurrect the feelin
I'm a real nigga, them other niggas fill in
The only girl I say I love you, and I'm not pretendin
Look, I got no time for that type of connection
Meantime, I hope you keep your vagina protected
Your friends say, why we not together yet
Sad but its true, but I ain't on ya level yet
Tryna keep a level head, Workin like a Mexican
Runnin this bitch, feel like I deserve a medal here
First placin it, wine wastin it
With all due respect, I can't have you in the way of it
[Hook]
Competition, she in love, and anyway it go
I'm gon remember her, but still
My nature, its all love, that's how that shit be goin
She vying for number one, Tryna be number one
She tryna be number one, she tryna be number one, tryna be number ONE,!1 | Hip-Hop | 3 | 8 | 2,010 | 30,131 |
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2,880 | I Am Raw | Hopsin | [Intro: Hopsin]
You motherfuckers are quick to judge. It's all good though. You don't know shit about shit. If you only knew what I knew, if you only knew what I could do. If you could only see what I could see you would probably stop bothering me
[Verse 1: Hopsin]
Yeah
I independently started this shit, marketing hits
Starving for chips, no gasoline to start off the whip
Felt like the only nigga labels wasn't bargaining with
My heart has been ripped, I stuck with it as hard as it gets
These producers would always blow me off
Now that I'm blowing up, they don't recall
Talking about "Yo, you my homie, dawg" (My nigga)
Oh, now you wanna hop on the Hop train
Knowing damn well since '04 I had hot flames (The fuck outta here)
My real buddies was mainly the worst
Hating to shoot my videos without me paying them first
So I slide 'em 100 bucks to watch 'em bitch on how it ain't enough (Man)
That money got my cell, internet and cable cut!
A real homie would've gave a fuck and not expect to pay upfront
Then get the money later when I'm making some
Nobody saw the bigger picture except me
They neglect me, only thing that protects me is FV (Come on)
[Chorus: Chelsea Hopson & Hopsin]
You don't always have to stick by my side
Just make sure you remember me when I die
I am raw, I am raw
Just to let you niggas know
Bitch I am raw, I am raw
Don't forget me when I'm gone
Bitch I am raw
You might also like[Verse 2: SwizZz]
I was a high school grad preparing to go to college
An enthusiastic freshman, major in Economics
I didn't have a clue what to expect to be honest
Banging beats in my dorm, streaming Pornhub constant
I figured I could make it out in four years tops
Study religiously and graduate, apply for a job
The rap thing was secondary, I was putting it off
Calling it quits, assuming I had better chances playing ball (Yep)
My third year came and suddenly that changed
I couldn't bear watching my mom at home suffering pain
Tryna fight off the strain of only having half a stomach
Plus a handicap back from a surgery that helped nothing!
So I returned to the valley and called the homie
Hop was on Ruthless getting shelved like a trophy
I told him how I left my life in the OC
And we concluded that we could both use FV
[Chorus: Chelsea Hopson & Hopsin]
You don't always have to stick by my side
Just make sure you remember me when I die
I am raw, I am raw
Just to let you niggas know
Bitch I am raw, I am raw
Don't forget me when I'm gone
Bitch I am raw
[Verse 3: Hopsin]
This was written for niggas who wouldn't give me dap
Niggas who told me that I had sissy rap
This was written for all the bitches I used to called who never hit me back
Until they heard the word I was buzzing, c'mon don't give me that (Shit)
You backed out, now you tryna roll with my clique?
Where the fuck were you when my signing bonus was spent?
Where the fuck were you when I got the notice for rent
Saying I was getting evicted and I was hopeless as shit?
See I keep some names handy and you got thrown on the list
That's how you know that I'm pissed, I got you, don't even trip
'Cause I'm rude over the nicest beats, you had to go ignite the heat
You might agree to beef, but yo I'm not the type you'd like to meet
Life's indeed a journey that I have yet to finish
Hopefully my career's something that will be epidemic
You'll always know that it's Hopsin the way I wreck a sentence
Realness, I represent it, raw, I'm the definition
[Chorus: Chelsea Hopson & Hopsin]
You don't always have to stick by my side
Just make sure you remember me when I die
I am raw, I am raw
Just to let you niggas know
Bitch I am raw, I am raw
Don't forget me when I'm gone
Bitch I am raw4 | Unknown | 19 | 11 | 2,010 | 46,159 |
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2,882 | Exxxes | Joe Budden | [Talking Intro]
You look familiar
I swear I seen you some where before, are you sure
Are you sure we never met ?
Naw I'm not using it for some cheap pick up line
I really think you look familiar
[Hook]
Look she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's in pain
Niggas tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's in pain
Niggas tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my
[Verse 1]
She don't gotta a name, so for now lets call her Ashley
Had her gym clothes on, seen her when she passed me
Met her up in Exxon, body was the nicest
Cursing up a storm, she complaining 'bout the prices
She just left Toronto for Jerz, bought a condo
Know everything about her though we never had a convo
Pops wasn't around much, her mother raised her
Got so much in common that I don't like to face her
Her parents is dope heads, she dropped out of school too
Got the same tats at me and I found that unusual
Mad I smoke cigs stay they're bad for my own health
Said I'll never love me 'cause I don't love my own self
Gave me the ass the first night and I gladly tossed it
The best part was I didn't even have to ask for it
Her period don't ever come
And when I dick her down she always run
You might also like[Hook]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's in pain
Niggas tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's in pain
Niggas tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it take a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my
[Verse 2]
She like to scream so the neighbors might hear her
For some reason like it in front of the mirror
Let me make it clearer, she be making strange request
And I ain't talking bout just pulling on her hair
She be saying choke me like I lost all respect
And every time I do marks show up on my neck
She say punch her, smack her like I'm an attacker
I say "you a fool", I say "just do what I asked ya"
I be going slow until she tell me do it faster
Every time I'm out with her these nigga just harass her
I don't understand it, she so unattractive
Shorty looking terrible plus she come with baggage
I'd tap it, though she below my average, it deceives me
She be talking marriage, saying she'll never leave me
I say I'm gonna bounce but I say I don't believe me
She fucks me every time she sees me
[Hook]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's in pain
Niggas tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's in pain
Niggas tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my
[Verse 3]
I be wanting to strangle her, throw her off the balcony, dangle her mangle her, how long have I carried this anger for?
How come when we argue, we gotta get physical
We crucial conflict, she ends up in critical
Habitual, happens daily, it's our ritual
But show your face bitch stop being invisible
Is it just my mental? Is she just a symbol?
There for me to look at everything that I resemble
Sometimes during sex I blurt another name
Do that mean I look at me and be ashamed
I'm cheating on me with a hottie, with a body
Who so happen to embody everything I so happen to not be
I be trying to leave her but then I get lenient
And since I'm in this room alone, she become convenient
Then we lie together, cry together
I swear I hope we die together
[Hook]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's in pain
Niggas tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's in pain
Niggas tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my
[Verse 4]
I finally grew the balls to tell shorty we should separate
Save your breath, nothing you can do to make me hesitate
There's no room for me and you to grow
Don't love me and leave me alone, do both
Then she apologize for anything that she did
Said without me she can't think of no reason to live
Said she'll miss getting piped down, the she picked up a shank
I had to tell the crazy bitch to put the knife down
Crying, eye shadow on her face, Filthy
"feel me, if you kill you, it's gonna kill me"
Really, she said "you neglect me", I said "we the same
So whatever you do is gone affect me"
You know I can't let it be
So if we got to stay together just to coexist then so it is
She said "I love you" then hugged me
Took her pants off and proceeded to fuck me
[Hook]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's in pain
Niggas tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's in pain
Niggas tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my | Alternative | 24 | 2 | 2,009 | 20,800 |
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2,885 | Get Down | Nas | [Produced by Salaam Remi]
[Chorus: James Brown sample]
Get, get, get down!
[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh.. uh.. uh..
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'
Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s
But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me
"What you up to? The cops gon' bust you."
I was a teen drunk off brew
Stumbled I wondered if God sent him
'Cause two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us; I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Starin' at a young disciple
I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwin' them bones
Hopin' my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'
While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'
They little cooch; gangstas don't die, he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was lyin'
A white dude, killed his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle
I wanna crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, "Nobody leavin'
Everybody—"
You might also like[Chorus: James Brown sample]
Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
Everybody
Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
[Verse 2: Nas]
Some niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas who dangerous so don't test 'em
They make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'
They had the coke game somethin' crazy
Sold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'
Took a puff, what the fuck? I turned to punch him
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
New York gangsters, we loungin', out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play."
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
Responsible; the nigga still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See, my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and thangs
He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
Shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Openin' the hotel room door to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had somethin' to do with all the drama
'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you
He responded "cool," but told me out here this how motherfuckers—
[Chorus: James Brown sample]
Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
Everybody
Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
[Outro: Salaam Remi]
All I really gotta say is that
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?
A shame when you really look at it
My folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody got to make a change37 | Hip-Hop | 8 | 7 | 2,003 | 204,293 |
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2,888 | Sooner or Later | Chiddy Bang | [Intro: Fela Kuti]
I am going to play for you our first tune tonight it s going to be about four tunes
And the first tune, here it goes
1, 2, 3
[Verse 1: Chiddy]
Now when them fights go down
Them lights go down
In villas and the village people might be round
They say that all the people gonna like me now
Because I talk about the issues in this life we found
All through the country people gettin' slain
Priority religion disobey, get hanged
I know some little kids quick to get militant
Just give them packs of the gun
They really feel the clips
They told me not to worry bout the struggle
And they don't gotta worry cause it's subtle
Tell 'em about the government takin' away the light
Aviation is ruined they say when you take a flight
Say when you take the continent from the white man threw
White man colonize wealth can't do
They fly G5 but they gotta land too
We explode like the landmines that they ran through
[Hook]
Oooooo, OOooooo OOooo OOOO
Oooooo, OOooooo OOooo OOOO
You might also like[Verse 2: Chiddy]
So we try palm trees in the sky
It's a beautiful day
I am just happy to be alive
I am playin' with slingshots with renewable goods
Think you got it tough because you're in the hood, negative
I am positive you would be in upset mode
When you wear the same thing like you got a dress code
I guess I am guilty of being privileged
Cause while I am in the booth my cousin is in the village
I seen a boy with no father
His mom ain't around, life's harder
Picked up soccer he tryin' to go farther
Hair is a mess can't find him no barber
And this is what its like
When you ain't got a life
I'm all they got left
But they trying to do right
And they feel my plight
They giving them insight
I know we gotta win
So then fly me a kite
[Hook]
Oooooo, OOooooo OOooo OOOO
Oooooo, OOooooo OOooo OOOO
[Verse 3: Chiddy]
We get by, the weather is just right
Say good morning when I see you
Cause I gotta be polite
And I am livin' something different
Cause this can't be the life
You don't got a chance so you better focus on your plans
I try to grind like children that sell pure water
The land of the lawless muy slaughter
Negotiate your price I'll take your offer
In the market where they sell them what did that cost her
I try to chase the gold out here
But honestly its bumpy like the roads out here
And I advise if your salary is handsome
Vulu feli feli they will hold you for ransom
If you gotta take a glimpse of my family life
You will lose your mind Chris Brown on Grammy night
And this is what the news don't show
There is nothing on the plate so the dudes the dude's don't grow
[Hook]
Oooooo, OOooooo OOooo OOOO
Oooooo, OOooooo OOooo OOOO
[Outro: Chiddy]
Yeah, you see what this is man
We done came through all types of os
We still got people out there now
You know what I am saying
I am doing this for my cousin Remi
We gonna make it out the village some day
Sooner....later2 | Unknown | 21 | 2 | 2,010 | null |
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2,889 | Lessons | R.A. The Rugged Man | [Intro]
(R-A what's the lesson for today Rugged Man
I am the legendary... R-A)
[Verse 1]
Yo, ayo people wondering where the fuck I been
At the VIP section they ain't letting me in
They say "maybe if you had Dr. Dre or Timbaland"
They say "a white boy need a black boy to win
Uhh Bubba Sparxx did it and so did Slim
Just Blaze is hot now why don't you get with him"
I watch mad rappers bite my shit and blow up
And make millions of what I created, that's tough luck
I first started getting coverage around the same time
Steve Stoute used to carry Kid n Play's luggage
I seen rappers turned from sex symbols and heartthrobs
To being forgotten now they out looking for jobs
I seen EPMD break up
I seen my little brother Maxx fall asleep and he ain't never wake up
So when I rhyme listen, seriously
When I spit I'm giving you the truth clearly who I really be
It's an audio version of reality TV
I had deals from Russell Simmonds to Master P
Even five year old white girls be rapping today
On the playground like "go shorty it's ya birthday" (Go, go, go)
You might also like[Hook]
(Here's a little story I got to tell)
(I am the legendary
R-A Rugged Man)
[Verse 2]
Yo yo I seen good days, sun rays, church sundays
Made love, made war, been rich, been poor
Lost friends, lost lawsuits, lost my dough
Seen beef between Bad Boy and Death Row
I seen disease take the life for my sister's kid
Six months on the Earth is what he had to live
I seen Biggie, Big L, Big Pun pass away
Buffy from the Fat Boys, Jam Master Jay
A month before they blew up with Mystikal and Jay Z
The Neptunes came to see me at D&D
I knew this chick named Norah, a lounge singer
A year later she a six Grammy award winner
I seen Flatlinerz, I seen cannabisses
I seen Lil Zane, yo I seen mad misses
You Antoinette-ass bitches get ten percent disses
I seen A&R's get fired for taking pisses
Stop whining and bitching, nobody listens
Who else risking they career sticking to be indifferent
Switching the tradition sticking to this shit they really living?
I don't care what's hitting
Listen this is my mothafucking life that I'm spitting
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm at peace with myself now how 'bout that?
I hated life, I wanted to die a few years back
I was mentally ill it's hard to come back from that
But I got through it now, I got my sanity back
Y'all are like H-B-O fighters, get the money and fame
Get beat up like Klitschko and Sugar Shane
Or get beat like Vernon Forrest or Prince Naseem
And you all turn pussy once you get that green
I got love for Havoc from Mobb Deep
When I was broke sleeping in the street
He hooked me up with a free beat
Alchemist you still my little buddy
Even though you stole that Royce Da 5'9" "The King" beat from me
I ain't down to sign autographs and shake ya hands
I don't want trendy ass followers for fans
I don't wanna sell records, I don't wanna be big
I don't want MTV running up in my crib
I don't wanna be liked in the music biz
I don't want fans that don't know who G Rap is
[Hook x2]2 | Hip-Hop | 16 | 11 | 2,004 | 22,545 |
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