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1,299 | Paper Bag | Fiona Apple | [Verse 1]
I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a-hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
[Chorus]
Hunger hurts and I want him so bad, oh, it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
When it costs too much to love
[Verse 2]
And I went crazy again today
Looking for a strand to climb, looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay
Wouldn't put his lips to mine and a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void,"
He said "It's all in your head,"
And I said, "So's everything" but he didn't get it
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
You might also like[Chorus]
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh, it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
When it costs too much to love
Hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh, it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works me
When it costs too much to love
Oh, hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh, it kills
Because I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving, it works
When it costs too much to love, hmm, hmm18 | Pop | 9 | 11 | 1,999 | 274,387 |
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1,301 | Posse On Broadway | Sir Mix-a-Lot | [Verse 1]
Me and Kid Sensation at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm calling up the posse it's time to get rippin
A freak in each sunroof to keep you suckas trippin
Everybody's looking if you're jealous turn around
The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground
We're getting good grip from the 50 series tires
The Alpine's bumping but I need the volume higher
Cause the 808 kick drum makes the girlies get dumb
We're rolling Rainier and the jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this sucka mc's wanna battle
I'm the man they love to hate the J.R. Ewing of Seattle
Picked up the posse on 23rd and Jackson
Heading for the strip, yes we're looking for some action
The limo's kinda crowded, the whole car was leaning back
Maharaji's watching T.V. with two girlies on his lap
On Martin Luther King the set looks kinda dead
We need a new street so posse move ahead
We all look kinda swass, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-a-lot posse cold ripping up the set
[Chorus]
My posse's on Broadway
My posse's on Broadway
Posse up
You might also like[Verse 2]
Rollin in, my posse was getting kinda bored
There's not another posse with more points scored
We don't walk around like criminals or flex like big gorillas
My homeboy Kid Sensation is the teenage lady killa
Maharaji's on the def side dancing like a freak
The girlies see his booty and their knees get weak
Larry is the white guy people think he's funny
A real estate investor who makes a lot a money
Clocking lots a dollars, we all got gold
Cruising in this Benz and ain't got no place to go
Wheeling 23rd we saw nothing but thugs
The girlies was too skinny from smoking all them drugs
Cause the rock man got em and their butts just drop
The freaks look depressed because the Benz won't stop
At 23rd and Union the driver broke left
Kevin shouted Broadway it's time to get def
My girl blew me a kiss she said I was the best
She's looking mighty freaky in her black silk dress
The closer that we get, the crazier I feel
My posse's on Broadway, it's time to get ill
[Chorus]
My posse's on Broadway
My posse's on Broadway
Posse up
[Verse 3]
Cruising Broadway and my wheels spin slow
Rolling with your posse is the only way to go
The girlies by the college was looking for a ride
We tried to pick em up but we had no room inside
We put em on the trunk we put em on the hood
Some sat up with the driver they made him feel good
The posse's getting bigger, there's much too many freaks
My muffler is dragging, my suspension's getting weak
Now the freaks are getting hungry & Mix-a-Lot's treatin'
We stopped at Taco Bell for some Mexican eatin'
But Taco Bell was closed the girls was on my tip
They said, "Go back the other way we'll stop and eat at Dick's"
Dick's is the place were the cool hang out
The swass like to play and the rich flaunt clout
Posse to the burger stand so big we walk in twos
We're getting dirty looks from those other sucker crews
Kid Sensation dropped a 20 and didn't even miss it
Skeezer from another crew, she picked it up and kissed it
Her boyfriend's illin, he went to slap her face
My homeboy PLB cold sprayed the boy with mace
Cause I never liked a punk who beat up on his girl
If you don't have game then let her leave your world
We took his girl with us
With him she rode the bus
She gave the boy the finger and the sucker starts to cuss
Boy I got a def posse you got a bunch a dudes
You're broke cold crying about the rock man blues
Ya beat up on your girl and now your all upset
She's with the Mix-a-Lot posse on the Broadway set6 | Hip-HopRap | 25 | 9 | 1,988 | 99,041 |
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1,304 | Crazy In Love | Eminem | [Intro: Heart (Sampled)]
Tell myself that I was doing alright
There's nothing left to do tonight
But go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh
[Verse 1]
Can't you see what you do to me, baby?
You make me crazy, you make me act like a maniac
I'm like a lunatic, you make me sick
You're truly the only one who can do this to me
You just make me get so crazy
I go schizo, I get so insane, I just go schizophrenic
One minute I wanna slit your throat, the next I wanna sex
You make me crazy, the way we act
Like two maniacs in the sack
We fuck like two jackrabbits
And maybe that's a bad habit
'Cause the next day we're right back at it
In the same exact pattern
What the fuck is the matter with us?
We can't figure out if it's lust or it's love
What's that that's attractin' us to each other?
They say that every man grows up to marry his own mother
Which would explain why you're such a motherfuckin' bitch
But I stay and still stick it out with you
Even though I just hit you today
But you deserve it, you hit me first and provoked me to choke you
Just 'cause I came home late last night
Crawled in bed and I woke you
But if there's one thing about you that I admire it's, baby
Because you stay with me, maybe 'cause you're as crazy as I am
'Cause when I look at you I can see an angel in your eyes
But if I look deeper inside I see your freakish little side
Like a devil in disguise, you're always full of surprises
Always pullin' devices out your purse: little vibrators and dildoes
You fucked yourself so much you barely feel those anymore
You're only 24, but you're plenty more ma-ture
Than those other little hoes who just act like little girls
Like they're in middle school still
You're crazy, sexy, cool, chill
And you play your position, you never step outta line
Even though I stay in your business you've always kept outta mine
I wonder what's on your mind
Sometimes they say love is blind
Maybe that's why the first time
I dotted your eye you ain't see the sign
Or maybe you did, maybe you like being shoved
Maybe 'cause we're crazy in love
You might also like[Chorus: Heart (Sampled)]
Go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh
[Verse 2]
You are the ink to my paper, what my pen is to my pad
The moral, the very fiber, the whole substance to my rap
You are my reason for being, the meaning of my existence
If it wasn't for you I would never be able to spit this
As intense as I do, and the irony is you rely on me
As much as I rely on you to inspire me like you do
You provide me the lighter fluid, the fuel to my fire
You're my entire supply: gas, the match, and igniter
The only way that I am able to stay so stable
Is you're the legs to my table
If you were to break I'd fall on my face
But I'm always gonna make you feel I don't need you as much
As I really need you so you don't use it to your advantage
But you're essential to me, you're the air I breathe I believe
If you ever leave me I'd probably have no reason to be
You are the Kim to my Marshall, you're the Slim to my Shady
The Dre to my Eminem, the Alaina to my Hailie
You are the word that I'm lookin' for
When I'm tryin' to describe how I feel inside
And the right one just won't come to my mind
You're like the pillar that props me up, the beam that supports me
The bitch who never took half, the wife who never divorced me
You're like the root to my evil, you let my devil come out me
You let me beat the shit out you before you beat the shit out me
And no matter how much, too much is never enough
Maybe 'cause we're crazy in love
[Chorus: Heart (Sampled)]
Go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh47 | Rap | 12 | 11 | 2,004 | 244,709 |
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1,306 | Sorrow | The National | [Verse 1]
Sorrow found me when I was young
Sorrow waited, sorrow won
Sorrow, they put me on the pill
It's in my honey, it's in my milk
[Chorus]
Don't leave my hyper heart alone on the water
Cover me in rag and bone sympathy
'Cause I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
[Verse 2]
Sorrow's my body on the waves
Sorrow's a girl inside my cake
I live in a city sorrow built
It's in my honey, it's in my milk
[Chorus]
Don't leave my hyper heart alone on the water
Cover me in rag and bone sympathy
'Cause I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
[Instrumental Break]
You might also like[Chorus]
Don't leave my hyper heart alone on the water
Cover me in rag and bone sympathy
'Cause I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you14 | Rock | 10 | 5 | 2,010 | 89,138 |
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1,307 | Karaoke | Drake | [Verse 1: Drake]
Things have been so crazy and hectic
I should've gotten back by now
But you know how much I wanted to make it
It's probably better anyhow
[Bridge]
So, if you gotta go
If there's anything I should know
If the spotlight makes you nervous
If you're looking for a purpose
[Verse 2: Drake]
You put the tea in the kettle and light it
Put your hand on the metal and feel it
But do you even feel it anymore?
I remember when you thought I was joking
Now I'm off singing karaoke
Further than I've ever been
[Bridge]
So, if you gotta go
If there's any way I can help
[Verse 3: Drake]
Isn't it ironic that the girl I want to marry is a wedding planner
That tells me my life is too much and then moves to Atlanta?
Damn, of all the places you could go
I just thought you'd choose somewhere that had somebody that you know
I'm always up too late, I worry 'bout you there alone
In that place you call your home, warm nights and cold Patron
I hope you don't get known for nothing crazy
'Cause no man ever wants to hear those stories 'bout his lady
I know they say the first love is the sweetest, but that first cut is the deepest
I tried to keep us together, you were busy keeping secrets
Secrets you were telling everybody but me
Don't be fooled by the money, I'm still just young and unlucky, I'm surprised you couldn't tell
See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Outro]
I was only trying to get ahead
I was only trying to get ahead
But the spotlight makes you nervous
And you're looking for a purpose
I was only trying to get ahead
I was only trying to get ahead
But the spotlight makes you nervous29 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 6 | 2,010 | 342,255 |
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1,308 | 44 Four’s | JAY-Z | [Intro]
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
(I'm kinda lovin' that)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
WELL I'M GONE!
[Verse]
Roc-A-Fella forever, Hov' for life
Debut's a classic, first album, four mics
Should've got a five, but niggas lack foresight
But I don't give a fuck, I ain't do it for the hype
I do it for the hustlers for the ghetto for the plight
For the struggle for those who bubble white
For fly 4X4s, roofless cars, flawless ice
For the pain for y'all to know what it's like
For every time it rains 40 days and 40 nights
For every promise made that never saw the light
I'll get my own forty acres, give me four nights
Four O's, a Glock 40 for the jackers and I'm Spike
Or the four-four will suffice
A fourteen-year-old to look out for the vice
You can sit back and just wait for the flight
Your boy'll take off like I've been strippin' all my life
That's the type of metaphors I write
To let niggas know I was real before the mic
Four front rows, had the fur at the fight
No PETA on my Peter, left some room for the divas
In the suite, we'll meet up if ya wild for the night
On a rampage, champagne pours, on the floor
For all those who ain't make it here and lost they life
Wouldn't forget y'all for any price
Not for no hoes, not for no ice
Not for no fame nor for bright lights
So I'ma end this here, a fly ass kite
44 four's, muh'fucka, I'm NICEYou might also like3 | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,006 | 43,440 |
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1,309 | Badfish | Sublime | [Intro]
(Excuse me)
Shut up
(Oh my God!)
How's it going, dude?
Hey, man, what's up?
(Tell Todd he can turn the radio back on)
[Verse 1]
When you grab a hold of me
You tell me that I'll never be set free
But I'm a parasite
Creep and crawl, I step into the night
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Two pints of booze
Tell me, are you a badfish, too?
Are you a badfish, too? But
[Chorus 1]
Ain't got no money to spend
I hope the night will never end
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef?
[Verse 2]
Baby, you're a big blue whale
Grab the reef when all duck divin' fails
I swim, but I wish I never learned
The water's too polluted with germs
You might also like[Pre-Chorus 2]
I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead
Grab the reef underneath my bed
It's underneath my bed, but
[Chorus 2]
Ain't got no quarrels with God
Ain't got no time to grow old
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef?
[Interlude]
(I gotta go, dude)
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus 2]
Ain't got no quarrels with God
Ain't got no time to get old
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef?39 | Alternative | 1 | 6 | 1,992 | 161,209 |
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1,311 | Toast Freestyle (Runaway Remix/Kanye Diss) | Jim Jones | [Intro: Jim Jones]
People might hear this and they might take it the wrong way
That's what people do
Like I give a fuck
They gonna think we starting trouble like usual
But we just viewing our opinion
Some people might get offended
I ain't trying to ruffle nobody feathers
But you niggas ain't gonna do shit
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Now, I'm always flying, always driving something new
And it makes me cry for half the shit that I've been through
So gifted back then when it came to selling the coke
So now we pop rose every night just to make a toast
[Hook: Sen City]
Let's have a toast for the pushers
Let's make a toast to the strippers
To the connects when we re-up
Knocking points off when we meet up
Let's have a toast to the new Porsche
The one you bitches in when we murk off
Baby, I got a plan
I'mma need you to cook a thousand grams
You might also like[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
I fuck with hoes that do check scams
And pop E pills, yeah, call 'em X-Clan
So I tell 'em, "Vanglorious"
'Elz Neo, the One; Cam's Morpheus
Dipset, yeah, you know who's scorching this
All of these kids should open a damn orphanage
What up Jetlag? What up Sin City?
Killers first, Killa first; niggas been pretty
And Kanye, you a sucker nigga
Dis Dame, so my attitude is "fuck a nigga"
Sucking Jigga, how you gonna live with that?
Took your beat — now, come get it back
Fuck what Mama say, whip color is marmalade
Modern-day Wilt Chamberlain, hoes andale
Yeah Malibu, boo, but it's Dom today
Shout to Weeso coming home, Tone, John, and Dre, ay
[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
And half these rap niggas still living a facade
Mention my name and I'll be thinking that they hard
But catch them out of bounds, and they ain't really like that
Catch us out of town, and we be living like that
Spent thirty thou, but we 'bout it on the flight back
Ash call Yandy, one show and get it right back
Think about the strip where I used to spend nights at
Spent nights on blocks where niggas lost they life at
Some got shot up, hospital, went right back
To the same block where they could have lost their life at
Damn, and shout out to my nigga Zoe
He used to laugh when he'd hear me say, "Give 'em more"
Miami nights at the club, jumping in the V
You know the rich get richer, hungry never eat
But fuck that, nigga, I'mma need a plate of chow
No fuck that, nigga, I'mma need a plate of Chow's
Last whip I bought, that's a hard ninety thou'
I'm married to the game and didn't say my vows, ow
[Outro: Jim Jones]
I ain't say my grace, neither
Bow your head, don't be disrespectful
Like I was saying before, you might not understand this
You might not figure this out
We on a different side of the thing
Just lift your glasses up
Put your bottles in the sky
Let's have a toast for this money we've been getting
Let's have a toast for niggas getting back together, real niggas
A toast to the haters, because without you there would be no me, nigga
You smell me?
Ain't nobody pressed they luck, we still on deck, fucker
You know what we do
We fly high and die hard, motherfucker
Anything less is uncivilized3 | Hip-HopRap | null | null | null | 9,513 |
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1,312 | Showing Out | Clipse | [Intro: Pusha T]
Yuugh!
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Hoe I'm major, that shit nothing
Young nigga, old money, Benjamin Button
Seeing through your poker face, that nigga bluffing
Ladies going gaga for a nigga tryna fuck 'em
Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothing
And I got the AR, why I like to bust it?
Why I need counseling? Why I won't discuss it?
Why I spend Donkey Kong knots in the mall like fuck it?
Pull up at the stop light, looking at this cop like
Yeah I drive big shit, naw my license ain't right
Still let the top drop back when it's sunny
Cause life ain't nothing but bitches and money
[Hook: Pharrell]
I don't know what is, it's something inside
I need that attention, I just can't hide
Keep hearing these voices inside my mind
Saying fuck the rest, it's time to shine
I know that's how, the good ones died
But I need that risk, I need that drive
I'm stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind
Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
You might also like[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Old school Chevy, wide body like a Phantom
5 stars love him but them haters can't stand him
UK money, 150 thousand pounds
All-white Lamb sitting low to the ground
I just joined the game, the Millionaire Boys Club
Gave me a box of baking soda and a skateboard
I'm in the kitchen putting the work on steroids
Peeking out the blinds for the Feds, I'm paranoid
Naw I ain't platinum, but how I'm a millionaire?
I know this a four-door, so how it ain't no ceiling there?
Showing off little mama, going hard little daddy
Yo Gotti homeboy and I'm a walking dope package
[Hook: Pharrell]
I don't know what is, it's something inside
I need that attention, I just can't hide
Keep hearing these voices inside my mind
Saying fuck the rest, it's time to shine
I know that's how, the good ones died
But I need that risk, I need that drive
I'm stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind
Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
[Verse 3: Malice]
I'm from the era of letter to the better
They tell me rap changed, well I'ma have to let her
Common loved her, I wish I never met her
They slutted her out, there's nothing left to treasure
Seems all I hear em say, "Nigga, where them dollars at?"
Here they go right here, tell them niggas holla back
Hit it then I quit it then I step like a welcome mat
That 2010 got me feeling like I'm all of that
Re-Up Gang trinity, Liva, me and Pusha T
Got my money right, them haters tight like virginity
They don't understand how I feed off the energy
My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies
[Hook: Pharrell]
I don't know what is, it's something inside
I need that attention, I just can't hide
Keep hearing these voices inside my mind
Saying fuck the rest, it's time to shine
I know that's how, the good ones died
But I need that risk, I need that drive
I'm stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind
Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 12 | 2,009 | null |
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1,313 | Bad Romance | Lady Gaga | [Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
[Post-Chorus]
Ra-ra, ah-ah-ah
Roma, roma-ma
Gaga, ooh, la-la
Want your bad romance
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma, roma-ma
Gaga, ooh, la-la
Want your bad romance
[Verse 1]
I want your ugly, I want your disease
I want your everything as long as it's free
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love (Oh, ey)
I want your drama, the touch of your hand (Hey!)
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love
(Love, love, love, I want your love)
You might also like[Pre-Chorus]
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, your bad romance
[Chorus]
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I want your love, and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
[Post-Chorus]
Ra-ra, ah-ah-ah
Roma-roma-ma
Gaga, ooh, la-la
Want your bad romance
[Verse 2]
I want your horror, I want your design
'Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love (Uh)
I want your psycho, your vertigo schtick (Hey!)
Want you in my rear window, baby, you're sick
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love
(Love, love, love, I want your love)
[Pre-Chorus]
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you ('Cause I'm a free bitch, baby)
I want it bad, your bad romance
[Chorus]
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I want your love, and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
[Post-Chorus]
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma-roma-ma
Gaga, ooh, la-la
Want your bad romance
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma, roma-ma
Gaga, ooh, la-la
Want your bad romance
[Interlude]
Walk, walk, fashion, baby
Work it, move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk, fashion, baby
Work it, move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk, fashion, baby
Work it, move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk, passion, baby
Work it, I'm a free bitch, baby
[Bridge]
I want your love, and I want your revenge
I want your love, I don't wanna be friends
Je veux ton amour, et je veux ta revanche
Je veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
(I want your bad romance)
(I want your bad romance) No, I don't wanna be friends
(I want your bad romance) (Caught in a bad romance)
(I want your bad romance) I don't wanna be friends
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
(I want your bad romance)
(I want your bad romance) Want your bad romance
(I want your bad romance) (Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance
[Chorus]
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I want your love, and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance (Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
[Post-Chorus]
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma, roma-ma
Gaga, ooh, la-la
Want your bad romance72 | Pop | 23 | 10 | 2,009 | 1,415,841 |
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1,314 | Crack a Bottle | Eminem | [Intro: Eminem & 50 Cent]
Oh! Ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady! (Let's go!)
[Chorus: Eminem]
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Interlude: Eminem]
Okay, let's go!
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust
Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts
Now picture us; it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes
You might also like[Chorus: Eminem]
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Break 1: Eminem]
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
They see that low rider go by, they're like, "Oh my!"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I dip through in that Six-Trey like, "Sick 'em, Dre!"
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me
But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
Drivin' 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado?
The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision
Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
[Chorus: Eminem]
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
[Break 2: Eminem]
And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent!
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want
Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker, I'm grown
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh huh)
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)
Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha)
Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, "Move," a bitch move
[Chorus: Eminem]
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk78 | Rap | 2 | 2 | 2,009 | 437,599 |
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1,315 | No Holding Me Back | J. Cole | [Hook]
What's sunshine with no rain
What's joy without the pain
And I'm still gon' do my thing
There ain't no holding me back
Aye I'mma get mine, believe that
And what's sunshine with no rain
And what's joy without the pain
[Verse]
The city fucked up, even thug niggas getting robbed
Know it's bad when the drug dealers getting jobs
Same niggas who skipped out on graduation
At the gas station
Filling out them applications, but
They ain't calling me back
Best friends be our references
Paychecks spent on necklaces
Downpayments on them lexuses
Debit in the negative
Overdraft, with the sky overcast
But I'm screaming fuck the pessimists
Cause ain't no holding me back
The lil' nigga had big dreams, to do big things
But in this game, everything ain't what this shit seems
Try hard, to climb up to the flag-pole
Just to find out that your heroes is some assholes
You might also like[Hook] (x2)
But ain't no holding me back
I'mma get mine, believe that
Aye what's sunshine with no rain
Aye what's joy without the pain
Man I'm still gon' do my thang | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,007 | 12,811 |
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1,316 | Poker Face | Lady Gaga | [Intro]
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
[Verse 1]
I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please (Woo)
Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it)
LoveGame intuition, play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
[Chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
You might also like[Post-Chorus]
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
[Verse 2]
I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be (Woo)
A little gamblin' is fun when you're with me (I love it, woo)
Russian roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun, fun
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
[Chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
[Post-Chorus]
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
(Mum mum mum mah)
(Mum mum mum mah)
[Bridge]
I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
'Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin
I'm not lyin', I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunnin'
Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous
[Chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
[Post-Chorus]
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face
(She's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face
(Mum mum mum mah)93 | Pop | 23 | 9 | 2,008 | 2,888,642 |
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1,317 | The War | Wale |
Look, I just want to make you better
I think I could save you
But I think I'm bipolar. I love you then I hate you
Grew with disdain though I hate whoever ain't you
Hate when I can't date you but I also need my space too
I made room for this love. How foolish of me
And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky
So check the verse miss. I ain't say I'm perfect
But you was low on love, what I do; reimbursed it
And now it hurts to be around or converse with ya
And what’s worse is before this, I had worshiped you
Now war missiles hand guns and grenades
The walls I couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank
Now momma told me be careful who you love
G said just rap it up, these bitches actin up
And as for us, we was different though. Things have gotten difficult
Try to be Mr. perfect intercontinental, hold up
You spend your time with your friends all the time
And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline
My minds gone evil. You changed with the season
You had a new clear heart. Guess I was Hiroshima
So now I need some Xanies, some Remy, and some reefer
So when this war is over I'm not PTSD'ing
And I don't wanna leave her. But you know what got me wonderin'
I'm scared to lose love but even more scared to love again
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also likeWhy we gotta argue
Why we gotta fight
I just wanna love you, I wanna make it right
It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for
So tell me why are we at war
[Seinfield Skit]
Yea, they do whatever they want, whenever they want
And nobody else can stop it
I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from
And I ain't got the gall to tell my godzilla byebye
So I'm hurting. Me effort is apparent she not fertile
The anger I've adopted. The feelings been aborted
So now I press ignore if ever Cupid tried to call up
They call me better now. See when everything is stopped
And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not
Notice everything it wasn't. Realizing why it shouldn't ever be again
Cause in the end its not about what you put in
Fuck kissing and hugging. They love pushing your buttons
New love is so beautiful. Time just makes it ugly
But fuck it I accept it. no longer will neglect it
If a period is late then I will mark it with a question
That mean I never trust em. And if you ever love them
Know that favorite girlfriends turn into crazy baby mommas
The war
Now why we gotta argue. Why we gotta fight
I just wanna love you. I wanna make it right
It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for
So tell me why are we at war?
Just another product of this matrix
This maze I'm in amazes me at times
I just wanted to be at peace with you
And if I gotta settle for a piece of you
Then I gotta say peace to you
With all due respect I do respect you enough to expect
Effort is all I ask
If we gonna last more, I gotta ask for more
And if that means that I'm askin for too much
I'm sure we'll end up as our last or...past
We bash
We blast
We shoot
We lose
We pass.....war5 | Hip-Hop | 3 | 8 | 2,010 | 112,937 |
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1,318 | Streets Is Watching | JAY-Z | [Produced by Ski Beatz]
[Intro]
Uh-huh uh huh uh, gee-gee-geyeah
Peeping, watching, streets
You boys are soft like bread
Uh-huh uh huh uh, live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh, the streets is watching
Check it, check, uh-huh uh, check
[Verse 1]
Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me, then you're famous!
What's a nigga to do when the, streets is watching, blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake?
Can't ignore it, that's the fastest way to get extorted
But my time is money, and twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on bitch time
Y'all niggas ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggas tryna do
Is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John Meneilly
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting a hundred a pop
Taking pictures with some bitches in front of the drop
The streets is watching
You might also like[Chorus]
When the, streets is watching
Blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it
[Verse 2]
Now it's hard not to kill niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas, can't chill
The streets is watching you when you froze your arms
Niggas wanna test you when your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
Sweet niggas running 'round swearing shit is sweeter
Once you're tagged lame, the game is follow the leader
Everybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer
Kidnap niggas wanna steal you
Broke niggas want no cash, they just wanna kill ya
For the name, niggas don't know the rules
Disrespecting the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plotting
Smarten up, the streets is watching (it's on)
[Chorus]
When the, streets is watching, blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake, can't ignore it
[Verse 3]
My street mentality: flip bricks forever, know me and money
We like armed co-defendants, nigga we stick together
Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground
Hustle harder 'til secret indictment time came around
Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found
Put in 24 hour shifts but, that ain't me now
Got a face too easy to trace, niggas mouths got slow leaks
Had to hire a team of workers, couldn't play those streets
See out of space like Mercury, you jerking me? Hectic
Had to call upon my wolves to send niggas the message
It said this: "Let's play fair and we can stay here;
I'm trying to transform you boys to men like daycare!
Hey, there's money to be made!" and niggas got the picture
Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer
Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff had warrants
The other half, in the casket lay dormant
I felt like life was cheating me
For the first time in my life I was getting money but it was like my conscience was eating me
Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that
I was playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back?
Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mind frame bad?
Was niggas thinking simplify was turning cocaine crack?
Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack
And not collide like two trains that's on the same track
But get my life together like the oils I bring back
In the bottom of the pot where no water gets hot
Got my transporter take it across the border then stop
To set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan
For three straight weeks, niggas slaughtered the block
But you know the game is food, it fucked up me and my dudes
One drought can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops
And this unstable way of living just had to stop
Half of my niggas got time, we done real things
By '94 became the subject of half of y'all niggas rhymes
Public apologies to the families of those caught up in my shit
But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in this shit
The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime
And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind
I figured, "Shit, why risk myself? I'll just write it in rhymes
And let you feel me; and if you don't like it, then fine!"
The mind state of a nigga who boosted the crime rate
So high in one city they send National Guards to get me
Shit, bitch, who's fucking with that? The streets6 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 11 | 1,997 | 110,205 |
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1,319 | Hahahaha jk? | Das Racist | [Intro]
Like sands through the hourglass
So are the days of our lives
Take that out
That's my chain
Talk shit at this part?
About how, like, "The world didn't see it coming!"
This is my chain, gonna do that
This is fresh, right?
You didn't know!
[Hook]
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
[Verse 1 - Heems]
I'm so wild they call me Four Lokos
So loco, puede... do it for coco
Puff like cocoa, til I'm crisp like Coco
Bonobo, iced tea plus coco
Sunoco flow, no Pinocchio, no BP
Just beat me, meet me where I beat beats, drop street heat
I'm on the block like street meat
Call me Dwight Schrute the way that I eat beats
No beet farm, just pharm beats, smarmy
A motherfucker try to harm me, eh?
I scrap happily, smack a lil'-scrappy-type dude for free
Not for a fee, a Rockfort tee
Or maybe just a cup of tea, had enough of me?
I'm just beginning, finna be a minute 'fore the fat lady singin'
I'm swimmin', I'm crazy, I'm wavy pipeline
Rappers lack flow, now they're trying to bite mine
Need like three life lines,, three wives
Three lines of Vic or white, a night to get hype
Three types of Nikes, my four sides is spiked
My Florsheims is tight,, your punchlines is light
The days of our lives, plus the nights
Catch me on the corner drunk and puking
Crazy stupid, Sami and Lucas!
You might also like[Spoken: Heems]
That's a reference to the soap opera Days of Our Lives, even though I was a bigger General Hospital fan growing up
[Hook]
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
[Verse 2 - Kool AD]
Yeah, see, quit smilin' and shut your silly traps
"These zooted brown weirdos is wildin', but they can really rap!"
They saw the cover of the tape, figured it's pretty wack
Later on eventually admitted that it's pretty crack
Snatched the beer can out your hand like "Gimme that!"
I'm all up in the freezer at your crib like, "Where your Jim B at?"
Couple dubbies in the swisher, dougies, and spare me that
Titty fat, jimmy hat, gimme that Similac
Chug it, cut it, print it, I think it's finished but really black
Run it back, tell me if you're feeling that
Ahem, wait a minute like Ray-J
My work is my play-play, every day pay day
Meet me at the mall, it's going down: May Day
Get it? Joke's not the mall, the may say
The joke's not "meses," vajayjays
Hey hey, they say they wanna have my kids like Bebe
No way way, no, bebe, that's eighteen years like 'Ye say
Too much to pay-pay, sweatin' me like Sheneneh
She say she gay, we mêlée, three-way-way
[Hook]
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
[Verse Three: Heems & Kool AD]
You puff herb? Dawg, I smoke weed too
You chief cheeba? Ay yo, dawg, me too!
Yo me, too? You like weed, dude? Me too!
You like smokin' weed? I see you!
These rappers wack as the movie Wackness
They saccharine, but they not Equal! Ohhhhh!
Ohhhh, no, called a cousin Sweet and Low, dude
Crossover numbers for brothas and white demons, too
We not racist, we love white people!
Ford trucks, apple pies! Bald eagles
Yeah, Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos
Pringles, Kraft Singles, Slim Jims, Sierra Mist!
Butter Crunch cookies, Sour Patch Kids!
The block is like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it!
Flippin' in the ghetto on a dirty mattress
Over-30 actress, Bulova, Cau, Dalier, Chapstick, uhhhh
[Hook]
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking
We're not joking, just joking, we are joking
Just joking, we're not joking (Heh?)2 | Hip-Hop | 14 | 9 | 2,010 | 57,886 |
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1,320 | The New Workout Plan | Kanye West | [Intro]
You just popped in the Kanye West
Get Right for the Summer workout tape
And ladies if you follow these instructions exactly
You might be able to pull you a rapper, a NBA player
Man, at least a dude with a car!
So, first of all, we gonna work on the stomach
Nobody wants a little tight ass
[Verse 1]
One, and two, and three, and four, and get them sit ups right, and
Tuck your tummy tight and do your crunches like this
Give head, stop, breathe, get up, check your weave
Don't drop the blunt and disrespect the weed
Pick up your son, don't disrespect your seed
It's a party tonight and ooh, she's so excited
Tell me who's invited: you, your friends and my dick
(Ah!) What's scary to me is
Henny makes girls look like Halle Berry to me
So excuse me miss, I forgot your name
Thank you, God bless you, good night I came, I came, I came
[Chorus]
It's been a week without me
And she feel weak without me
She wanna talk it out but
Ain't nothing to talk about
Unless she's talking about freaking out
Then maybe we can work it out
Work it out, work it out
Work it out, work it out now
Maybe we can work it out
You might also like[Verse 2]
Ooh, girl, your silhouette make me wanna light a cigarette
My name Kanye from the Jigga set, Twista said "Get It Wet"
Ooh girl your breath is harsh!
Cover your mouth up like you got SARS
Off them tracks yea I bought them cars
Still, kill a nigga on 16 bars
We ain't sweating to the oldies, we juking to a cold beat
Maybe one day girl we can bone
So you can brag to all your homies now
But I still mess with a big girl, if you ain't fit, girl, I'll still hit, girl
One and, you brought two friends, ok, three more
Now hop in the Benz
Four door: do you know the difference between a five, six, seven, eight?
All the Mocha Lattes, you gotta do Pilates
You gotta pop this tape in before you start back dating
Hustlers, gangstas, all us ballas
[Chorus]
It's been a week without me
And she feel weak without me
She wanna talk it out but
Ain't nothing to talk about
Unless she's talking about freaking out
Then maybe we can work it out
Work it out, work it out
Work it out, work it out now
Maybe we can work it out
[Interlude: Jill, Lasandra, Ella-May & Kanye West]
Hi, my name is Jill, I just want to say thanks to Kanye's workout plan. I was able to pull a NBA player. And like now I shop every day on Rodeo Drive. I just want to say, thank you Kanye! Woooo! Woooo!—Woooo!
My name is Lasandra, and I just want to say that since listening to Kanye's workout tape, I was able to get my phone bill paid, I got sounds and 13's put up in my Cavalier and I was able to get a free trip to Cancun. And what's most importantly is that I ain't gotta fuck with Ray-Ray's broke ass no mo'
Work it (Mo')
Juke it (Mo') Pump it (Mo')
Chi-Town (Mo') Let's go (Mo')
My name is Ella-May from Mobile, Alabama, and I just want to say since listening to Kanye's workout tape, I been able to date outside the family, I got a double wide, and I rode a plane—rode a plane—rode a plane
Thanks to Kanye's workout plan
I'm the envy of all my friends
See, I pulled me a baller man
And I ain't gotta work at the mall again
[Interlude: Bosko & (Kanye)]
(Lemme break ya wit' a piece of)
My favorite workout plan (Oh, oh, oh)
I wanna see you work out
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna see you work out
(It's like that old Michael Jackson shit)
[Bridge]
That's right, put in work, move your ass, go berserk
Eat your salad, no dessert, get that man you deserve
[Interlude: Bosko & (Kanye)]
It's Kanye's workout plan
I said it's Kanye's workout plan (Ladies and gentlemen)
It's Kanye's workout plan (Allow myself to introduce myself)
His workout plan (This time around, I want y'all to clap with me like this)
[Refrain]
That's right, put in work
Move your ass, go berserk
Eat your salad, no dessert
Get that man you deserve (Stop!)
[Interlude: Bosko & Kanye]
It's Kanye's workout plan (Okay, breathe)
I said, it's Kanye's workout plan (I know y'all ain't tired)
It's Kanye's workout plan (But I hope not 'cause on this one, I need ya)
His workout plan (To give me a soul clap, okay?)
(Double time)
[Refrain: GLC & Kanye]
That's right, put in work (Woo!)
Move your ass, go berserk (Ow!)
Eat your salad, no dessert (Ugh!)
Get that man you deserve
That's right, put in work (Put in work)
Move your ass, go berserk (Go wizzerk)
Eat your salad, no dessert (No dessert)
Get that man you deserve (You hear, ugh)
That's right, put in work (That's right put in work)
Move your ass, go berserk (Go wizzerk)
Eat your salad, no dessert (Eat your salad, no dessert)
Get that man you deserve (Woo!)
[Outro: Bosko & Kanye]
(Okay, okay, okay, that's very good good)
(I appreciate your time)
I want to see you work out for me
Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, yo49 | Hip-HopRap | 31 | 8 | 2,004 | 555,488 |
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1,321 | Keep It Goin’ Louder | Major Lazer | [Intro: Ricky Blaze & Nina Sky]
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Major Lazer, My name is Ricky Blaze
Diplo, Switch
Ricky Blaze, Nina Sky
Oh, yeah, oh
[Verse 1: Ricky Blaze]
Me and my friends roll in like rock stars, so we buy the bar
All eyes on us, girls watching from afar
We shining through the dark
Saw this sexy little thing, she was biting her lips
Looking at me hard
So I just went over there and just whispered in her ear:
"Do you wanna start?"
[Chorus: Ricky Blaze & Nina Sky]
Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you
I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep
And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy
Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you
I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep
And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy
[Verse 2: Nina Sky]
All night (all night) can you keep up?
When we hit the dance floor, you know we turn the heat up
Set the room on fire, everyones desire, all eyes on us, DJ turn it up
I, I've heard you play before but today we going harder
So DJ play my song and keep it going louder
I heard you play before but today we going harder
So DJ play my song and keep it going louder
You might also like[Chorus: Ricky Blaze & Nina Sky]
(Oh, oh) Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you
I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep
And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy
Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you
I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep
And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy
[Bridge: Nina Sky & Ricky Blaze]
Keep it goin' louder (yeah, yeah)
Keep it goin' louder (keep it goin' louder)
Keep it goin' louder (keep it goin' louder)
Keep it goin' louder (My name is Ricky Blaze)
The time don't matter 'cause tonight we'll gather
I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep
And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy
[Chorus: Ricky Blaze & Nina Sky]
Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you
I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep
And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy
Girl, I wanna party, girl, I wanna party with you
I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep
And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy
Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you
I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep
And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy
[Outro: Ricky Blaze & Nina Sky]
Girl, I wanna party with you
I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep
And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy
'Cause girl, I wanna party with you, with you
Major Lazer | Reggae | 18 | 6 | 2,009 | 5,686 |
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1,322 | Too Fake | Big Sean | [Verse 1: Big Sean]
They say I’m too fake
Fuck it, I’m paid
I can’t even find an empty spot inside my safe
I got Carties on my eyes, Louis on my case
Lobster, shrimp, and calamari right here chilling on my plate
They tell me I’m on time, even when I’m late
Even if it’s a lie they say everything is great
I’m grabbin’ the fattest asses, just to see ‘em shake
I swear I’m too real to be, I’m too real to be livin’ so fake
[Chorus]
Look out
'Cause I’m just too fake for the world
I know it’s just a game to me
I’m just too fake, you see
I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out
I got too much soul for the world
It’s breaking my heart in two
I got too much soul for you
I don’t like it but it’s true
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
(Pssh) "Yeah, I know, Sean, I swear that nigga ain’t shit"
Known him for forever and he ain’t on the same shit
It breaks my heart when all the kids be yelling, "You the mayne, Big"
He ain’t no hometown hero, he on that LeBron James shit"
Man, I tell them, "Suck my dick then choke on a nut"
'Cause when they see me it’s "Oh, it's Big, what's up?"
Man for the team, man, fam, or regime
Might knock down any door, open it up
Got on and now you startin’ actin’ different, huh?
No, really, I wasn’t fuckin’ with you from the beginnin’, bruh (Oh)
Here we are, here we go, my circle tighter than a Cheerio (Oh)
People want a handle like silver spoons
People want a handout like here you go
Man, the realest nigga I know is inside the mirror, bro
And these fools be trippin’ like a suitcase, a shoelace
They too fake, and I’m too real, yeah, boy
See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Chorus]
Look out
'Cause I’m just too fake for the world
I know it’s just a game to me
I’m just too fake, you see
I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out
I got too much soul for the world
It’s breaking my heart in two
I got too much soul for you (Uh, I got too much soul for you)
I don’t like it but it’s true
[Verse 3: Chiddy]
Fake it 'til you make it; what happens when you do?
Friends turn to strangers, so I’m a stranger, too
They want this or that
Boy, gotta hustle like a flip or pack
A year ago, a nigga wasn't gettin' scratch
When I hit the booth, I came up with a sick attack
Oh yes, feelin’ so strong, we about to take the game like Conquest
Wish we fail, but they check pre-sales, and a hater gets proven wrong, yes
They just bantering, calls I’m not answering
Married to the music so I never give a hand a ring
But Chiddy jigga with these girls, we be on the next
And they get mad 'cause we really don’t respond to text
Yeah, they say I may be just on the shady side
Maybe I grow so much and I smoke so much, got a lazy eye
Yeah, I’m too gone, this the new shit to get loose on
The boy Chiddy and Sean on a new song
If you ain’t with it, tell me what the fuck you on?
I said I in heads, made it off of Big chance
Yeah and still the game can make you fake like implant
But I'm real
[Chorus]
Look out
'Cause I’m just too fake for the world
I know it’s just a game to me
I’m just too fake, you see
I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out
I got too much soul for the world
It’s breaking my heart in two
I got too much soul for you (Uh, I got too much soul for you)
I don’t like it but it’s true6 | Unknown | 31 | 8 | 2,010 | 63,098 |
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1,323 | Lord Lord Lord | Kanye West | [Produced by Kanye West]
[Intro: Mos Def & Swizz Beatz]
Yeah, yeah, there it go, there it is
This, is something special (uh-huh, yeah)
This, is something new (it's an amazing time)
This, is something special (look around)
This, is something new (the power of observation)
[Verse 1: Mos Def]
Marvels and frights and strange delights
Attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties
Ecstatic patterns in the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided by and for the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright to fade
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age
They clutch what they covet, what must they give away?
Who was uninvited who was asked to come and stay?
Surprise, it's your life, it's your business anyway
So please, pardon these and such curious minds
Peace, safe passage, precious time hither and gone
The day of days, Yawm al-Qiyāmah
This tiny stone illuminated by a star
The only star so large, many more
To make our largest star show small, furthermore
The end is not the end no stop but a pause
And what we can witness isn't all there is at all
Custom mock of a scotch and pork chops
The passion, expansion, the order of the random
See the dreamers, see the sleepers
Why'd you wake them? Sweet Jesus
Enlighten the Earth, seek heaven first
Let's put in this work
You might also like[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Swizz Beatz]
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord (this, is something special)
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (this, is something new)
Lord, Lord (this, is something special)
Lord
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Her heels set the mood, where did you acquire those Alaïas?
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king of the urban make your shit sound rural
She said I hit it so deep she need a epidural
Them other niggas have you looking like a squirrel
Now that's nuts
I only hang with white boys that like black sluts
Tell them Plain Pat yo that track sucks, we ain't dissing you
But you in the position to play something for us to listen to
I'm trying to worry about my scratch minus the crabs
I ain't stopping for you niggas like yellow cabs
I got scripts so why we need a movie?
And if I'm a douche, then put me in your coochie
I swear they shoulda never gave these niggas loose leaf
And excuse me if I'm trapped by the boobies
Booby trap, holla back
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Swizz Beatz]
Lord, Lord (you know, AK on the lamp like what's that?)
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (huh? Click clack)
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (this, is something special)
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (this, is something new)
Lord
[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm what's happening, I get it cracking
All black Carbon, on my wrist, yeah
It's gonna take you a couple years to get this here
Thank AP, well they thank me
And I be mad too, if you ain't me
Call me Mr. Dean, or Mr. Boss
See me riding clean, in a Rolls Royce
Niggas talking funny, that's old money
Niggas looking crazy, but they talking funny
Nowadays rappers, they like bloggers
You see me? I'm a bank hogger
Coming through your hood, in a Brinks truck
With 25s on it like what the fuck?
100 feet and better, what the fuck you stick?
Paparazzi on the water with the fuck-you stick
My face got the "fuck you pricks"
My beats go hard like fuck you dicks
Pouring champagne damn thing
See me rocking suede, nigga, in the damn rain
Ain't a damn thing, money ain't a damn thing
Ask Yeezy and Mos, we do the goddamn thing
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Swizz Beatz]
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Get down with the precious leathers
Lord, Lord (this, is something special)
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord (this, is something new)
Lord, Lord (this, is something special)
Lord
[Verse 4: Raekwon]
Aiyyo, open glass on my fingers, I sit back like I'm caged
But still caking, my niggas is hating
It's like being in the livest Lambo in the hood
You a piece of steak, I'd rather be that than some bacon
Every project is a throne only just bigger stones they throw
That's why I wear a big hat and roll weed
Gone if you don't know where you came or when you came
All you know is weed and cocaine, nonbelievers no game
I'm zooted down, rolling a spliff, maxing
Flaming like wheels got traction, I'm sun, he's attractive
Guaranteed to service the real niggas out cruising in a Volvo
A duffle for dolo, buffy polo
A blow house is where I resided once
Live amongst fiends, counting currency, hitting blunts
Only to hear the door rumble, grab the 4
Hope it ain't the law or maybe some nigga trying to score
[Outro: Charlie Wilson]
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord (Lord)
L-Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord (Lord, Lord)
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord) Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord! Uh, hey
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
L-L-L-L-L-L-Lord, Lord
Lordy, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord
Lordy, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, hahahah
That's kind of how this rap was pieced, hahahah
Most definitely this rap was pieced15 | Hip-HopRap | 17 | 9 | 2,010 | 87,397 |
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1,324 | Doowutchyalike | Digital Underground | [Hook]
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancing, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
[Shock G]
Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound
Well, it's the Underground
You know that we're down with what you like
Yeah, with what you like, yeah
[Humpty Hump]
And though we're usually on the serious tip, check it out:
Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight
We're gonna say what we like
[Shock G and Money B]
Cause, yo, yo, we wanna know how many people in the floor
Would like to just let yourselves go
And do what you like
Yeah, well tonight's your night
[S.G.] Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood
And do what you like
Yeah, and doowutchyalike
Everybody doowutchyalike
[Hook]
See Digital Underground LiveGet tickets as low as $63You might also like[S.G.] I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class
Let's all get together and have a few laughs
And do what we like
Yeah, and do what we like, yeah, and do what we like
And since you came here you gotta show and prove
And do that dance, until it don't move
Do what you like
Sometimes I bite
[H.H.] Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat
And if you're dirty, then go take a bath
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese
Have a neck bone, you don't have to say please
Eat what you like, yo, smell how you like
Everybody doowutchyalike
[Hook]
[S.G.] Just act a fool, it's okay if you drool
Cause everybody's gonna strip, and jump in the pool
And do what we like, yeah, and do what we like
[H.H.] Homegirls, for once, forget you got class
See a guy you like: just grab 'im in the biscuits!
And do what you like
[S.G.] Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down
And do what we like, yeah, and do what we like
From a pink-skinned Yankee, to a blue-black Southerner
Ditch digger or a governor
Just do what you like
Look how you like
[H.H.] Now don't you know we're getting busy, it can't be corrected
Shake it, had to be def
I say what I like
Like I said, sometimes we bite
Even though you don't think it's right
Yo, I like to bite
Just have fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong
You got to admit, it's a new type of song
Doowutchyalike
[Hook]
[S.G.] Alright, here we go, y'all:
Do what you like
Talk how you like
Drink what you like
Grab who you like
Feel what you like
Eat what you like
Scratch where you like
Itch if you like
[Child:] Daddy, can I go outside?
[S.G.] Ha, go where you like, kid!
[Automated voice] A brief announcement to all radio DJ's: If this record is currently being played at your station, we will provide the following time for you to announce your station identification
...We'd also like to add that we've now reached the three-and-a-half minute mark of this song. Radio stations may begin your fade here. For those that would like help, we will start your fade for you
...Now if this record is being played a a club, disco, lounge, house basement or block party, car stereo, stoop, or at any other social gathering, we will now allow the beat to continue and proceed to give you more of what you like. This message has been brought to you by the makers of "The Way We Swing" and the Underground talkhowyalike posse
[End automated voice]
Ah, ah, ah, I feel like a nice big bowl of cereal, icy cold milk
[Child:] Daddy, can I eat some ice cream?
[S.G.] Look, I told you kid, eat what you like, OK?
[H.H.] Now the beat goes on 'til the break of dawn
And just peep this, y'all, cause we're singing a song
And do what you like, yeah do what you like
And since you came here you gotta show and prove
And do that dance, until it don't move
And do what you like
Like I said, sometimes we bite
[S.G. and H.H.] Now we're all getting stupid and acting a fool
Anything that you really wanna do is cool
So Goldfingers, cut what you like
[Now let me tell you who I am...Ah shit...]
[M.B.] Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat
And if you're dirty, then go take a bath
[S.G. and M.B.] And do what you like
[S.G.] Stetsasonic's not just for the hip-hop fans
And since we're not your average everyday rap band
Yo, Piano Man, play how you like
[S.G.] Just act a fool -- it's okay if you drool
Cause everybody's gonna strip and jump in the pool
...Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't take your clothes off yet, not yet --
Wait 'til we get home
[H.H.] Now if you wear corrective shoes and you got big bunions
Toenails smell and look like onions
Don't doowutchyalike--
Go see a foot doctor tonight!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everybody doowutchyalike
[Hook]
[H.H.] Straight hair, curled, casual or glamor
[S.G.] A shy girl, or loud like a bama
[H.H.] From Connecticut, or from Louisiana
[S.G.] Bad table etiquette, too much chatter
[H.H.] Very well spoken or real bad grammar
[S.G.] A minority token, a brother in the slammer
[H.H.] A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana
[S.G.] If you got a million and living in Atlanta
[H.H.] If you got a weak bladder or can't climb a ladder
[H.H. and S.G.] What we're saying is, it really doesn't matter
[H.H.] I need a word that sounds like "Ana"
[H.H. and S.G.] Slipped on a peel of banana
Doowutchyalike
[H.H.] Yeah, cold getting stupid
[S.G.] Once again, you got the sound of the Underground
Baby Dope is in the house
[Baby Dope] Boyyy!!
[S.G.] Are we puttin' things in check, Baby D?
[B.D.] Too stupid check
[S.G.] I'm wit' it. Yo Dave, let's show 'em some old school
It makes no sense just standing around
Come on everybody, let's all...[Get down]
Yeah, and do what we like
[H.H.] From a lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime
Come on, young ladies, let's have [good times]
[H.H. and S.G.] And do what we like
[S.G.] Now I can sing, I can dance, I'm the king of romance
Are you sweet young ladies gonna give me a chance
To do what you like
[S.G. and H.H.] And get that thing packed tonight?
[S.G.] Vanessa Williams, ooh, you're so divine
Just wanted to put your name in my rhyme
And doowutchyalike
Yeah, everybody doowutchyalike
[Hook]
End the record how we like!4 | Teen Wolf | 10 | 6 | 1,989 | 20,855 |
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1,326 | I Am Not a Human Being | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
I-I-I, am-am not a human being!
[Verse 1]
Uhh, pussy for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha
Yeah, kush in the blunts
I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playing, they better re-plan
I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland
Together we stand, and fall on y'all
Balling with my Bloods, call it B-ball
These dames ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers
Come through, coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers
Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid
Shit, fuck with me and get hid
I finger-fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids
Just do it? My nigga, I just did
Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig
You dig? This here, this big biz
And I scream, "Fuck it!" Whoever it is
[Chorus]
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
Oww! I-I am not basic
I-I-I, am-am not a human being!
You might also like[Verse 2]
Uhh, rockstar baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy
That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, cause people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain
Uhh, swag on infinity
I'm killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
I-I-I would try you, I wouldn't lie dude
I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food
Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes
I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2"
I scream "Motherfuck you and whoever designed you!"
And if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you
[Chorus]
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic
I-I am not basic
I thank God that I am not basic
I-I-I, am-am not a human being!
[Verse 3]
Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl
Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls
Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run motherfucker, cause we not
You better run 'til your feet stop
You ain't even a fucking alphabet in my teapot
Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top
And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop
[Chorus]
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
I-I-I-I, I, I am not
I-I-I, am-am not a human being10 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 9 | 2,010 | 99,271 |
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1,328 | Dear Fall | Lupe Fiasco | [Intro]
Yessir!
What up Shinobi? Suzie, what up?
As-salaam alaikum, ugh, yeah
What up Chi-Town? What up, Westside?
What up, everywhere else in the world?
Haha! President Carter, what up?
[Verse]
Dear Fall! You might not know what my album is called
It's "Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor"
God willing, September is when I plan to fall
I mean drop like the temperature
Then rock on right through the winter
Put something on they mind, give em lines to remember
Aw! a lifetime remembered, which is mine
Then recorded, put it in Georges then rewind then look into
My mis-adventures, adventures into the Underworld
Hanging with them Cover Girls, this ain't my enter, nawww
On Arista, I coulda been a contender
But BMG had a different agenda
What up, LA Reid? I still see ya
You still my homeboy, won't even charge ya for a feature
I went from MC to being MS
That's "microphone controller" to "motivational speaker"
Niggas...
Astaghfirullah, I'm not a prophet
But Fahrenheit 1/15 is being quoted by preachers
Far from being a leader, but I'm still being invited by teachers
With no Hennessy, and no reefer
Give him a hand, I came from hand-me-down sneakers
And I don't wanna boast or brag
But for what most niggas hope, a nigga done had
Chop game with my folk and split it in half
You ain't gotta bring it back tomorrow, a nigga can have
Rich or broke, a nigga ain't mad
Self-esteem will make a Regal ride like a Silver Seraph
Just wipe the french fries off the seat
Lean back, and I tilt my hat, uh!
And nod my head to the baseline
Freebase to the 8 times at Baseline watching Jay put it together
I wonder if he knew
While he was mumbling that this would push Lupe forever
Together, with the FNF crew
Atlantic on post, proudly present to you, uh!
Some new, something fresh, something different
A lil to the left, a lil upliftin'
A lil good game, a lil hustlin' in it
Some SB Nikes, some nice crushed linen
Don't forget the skateboard, of course, the nice women
Can I get a mic check? And a lil light dimming?
And a fresh bottle of Voss, maybe with some light lemon?
And you gotta blame my momma for the lil light-skinning
And this ain't written, I swear, Autumn
I was just recording 'em as I thought em
A YG, FNF U-P
23-year-old VP
With a flow like Laudanum, that'll getcha sleepy
But soon as they nod off, that's when I smelling-salt 'em
What up, Madison Street?
How they gonna keep us off them? PEACEYou might also like2 | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,006 | 11,456 |
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1,329 | Heard ’Em Say | Kanye West | [Produced by Kanye West and Jon Brion]
[Intro]
West—Mr. West—Mr. West
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
And I heard 'em say
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
From the Chi, like Tim, it's a harder way
So this is in the name of love like Robert say
Before you ask me to go get a job today
Can I at least get a raise on the minimum wage?
And I know the government administer AIDS
So I guess we just pray like the minister say
Allāhu Akbar and throw in some hot cars
The things we seen on the screen is not ours
But these niggas from the hood so these dreams not far
Where I'm from the dope boys is the rock stars
But they can't cop cars without seeing cop cars
I guess they want us all behind bars—I know it
[Chorus: Kanye West & Adam Levine]
Uh, and I heard 'em say (Ooh)
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
And I heard 'em say
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
(Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today)
But we'll a find a way
And nothing lasts forever, but be honest, babe
It hurts, but it may be the only way
You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West]
They say people in your life are seasons
And anything that happen is for a reason
And niggas gun clapping and keep to squeezing
And Gran keep praying and keep believing
In Jesus, and one day that you see him
'Til then walk in his footsteps and try to be him
The devil is alive I feel him breathin'
Claiming money is the key, so keep on dreamin'
And put them lottery tickets just to tease us
My Aunt Pam can't put them cigarettes down
So now my little cousin smokin' them cigarettes now
His job try to claim that he too niggerish now
Is it 'cause his skin blacker than licorice now?
I can't figure it out, I'm sick of it now
[Chorus: Kanye West & Adam Levine]
Ugh, and I heard 'em say (Ooh)
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
And I heard 'em say
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today (Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today)
But we'll a find a way
And nothing last forever, but be honest, babe
It hurts, but it may be the only way
[Post-Chorus: Adam Levine]
With every worthless word we get more far away
And nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
And nothing lasts forever, but be honest, babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, woo-woo
Oh, ooh, ooh
[Outro: Kanye West]
Uh, yea, uh, yea, uh, yea68 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 8 | 2,005 | 647,723 |
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1,331 | Fresh Like Us | Chiddy Bang | [Verse 1]
Now let’s see, the boy’s so zesty, I’m fresh come get me
You don’t gotta know how I does it the best
And this is the guideline on how to keep fresh
Flow blue streak like Tulley, and I’m so gully
Rhyme so cold that it came with a skully
And them haters really love me
Cause they talk always seem to seep out like soda when it’s bubbly
Yea, I’m up there with a small arrow
Oh they mad cause I Shyne like Jamal Barrow?
And they say I’m so proud, but I’m like, I know
I do this thing nobly like Manu
Ten I know, grand like piano
Stack in my pocket, I could make it to the condo
I could take her and U2 like Bono
They say you got a point like Rajon Rondo
[Hook]
One, two, three, if you tryna’ get fresh like me
One, two, three, if you tryna’ get fresh like me
(Fresh like this, are you fresh like that?)
One, two, three, if you tryna’ get fresh like we
(Fresh like this, are you fresh like that?)
One, two, three, if you tryna’ get fresh like we
[Verse 2]
Now I’m fresh like that
I’m the best like that
I’m Aretha on your speakers so respect like that
I see them ladies in the house, they better than cold weather
So naturally my number I slip her like chancletas
And I’m the one that they came to see
Ayo, my drink keep it mixed like Amerie
I be grindin’ like a dancer, flow rarer than pandas
School of hard knocks, no I will never transfer
Money on top, my money on top
When she give me brain it’s a dummy on top
Regret if I let her take all my guap
She funny like a episode of the Boondocks
You watch, I get my point across like Swatch
I’m on another boat, don’t cross my yacht
The sonic is chronic, I know I can’t stop
I guess I got nicks like Dr. Robot
You might also like[Hook]
[Verse 3]
It’s time to throw a party
Hey, like my girls French, like Louie V and Cartier
Make the people jump, you could pass the Courvoisier
You gonna’ need a couple more shots, to get on my level
Hit on the pedal, gas up a female
Oh, they made cause I’m smooth like CL?
You don’t know, I’m a big deal
Stand up like Hughley, I keep it on the D.L
Yea, I’m inbox like G-mail
I get head, I need tail
But let me quit it ma’, no play
I was tryna’ break in like O.J
Okay, I be puffin on a Starbury
So if I interview, I’m acting like Marbury
They tend to get aggie
But if hate is the new love, then we fittin’ to get married
[Hook]
[Outro]
Fresh like this, are you fresh like that? (x6)1 | Unknown | 1 | 1 | 2,008 | null |
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1,334 | Haterade | Gucci Mane | [Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
We've evolved from small to tall
And shall not stall, been flyin’ too long
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, girl
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
I be sippin' on haterade
That deep down get you paid
And it tastes like lemonade
Scrunch your face when you see me paid
I be sippin' on haterade
That deep down get you paid
That flavor is lemonade
Scrunch your face when you see me paid
You know what I'm talkin’ ‘bout?
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm not listenin’, I'm not interested (Interested)
My attention only focused on what I get (What I get)
Diamond’s glistenin’, they call me Mr. Check
White ice lemonade, black ice, she thick
Got jewels, wealth, ambition, life's a bitch
So I treat it real good like hoes don’t switch (Hoes don’t switch)
My whole life, I ain't never seen a car like that
And she probably won't see the next shit I get
And a seventeen fresh and I say I guess
Successful, healthy, I live no stress
So today is the day that the big boy shine
Drop tops everywhere, I wouldn't know how to rock (Wow)
Got the titties out today showin’ off tan lines
Bands bendin’ in my pocket, no, it's not drumline
Me and Skateboard P in the club on time
No, not on time, but it just in time (It's Gucci)
See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
We've evolved from small to tall
And shall not stall, been flyin’ too long
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, girl
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Nicki Minaj]
I be sippin' on haterade
That deep down get you paid
And it tastes like lemonade
Scrunch your face when you see me paid
I be sippin' on haterade
That deep down get you paid
That flavor is lemonade
Scrunch your face when you see me paid
(Uh, yo, ayo) You know what I'm talkin’ ‘bout?
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
This one goes out to all of my critics
Don't you feel stupid? Look how I did it
Look how it came to pass when I said it
We can do debit, I don't need no credit
Yes, I'm epic, look how I rep it
It's been eight years, but I broke the record
Yup, the record, yup, the record, yup, the record (Just for the record)
Uh, I'm all that I can be
And I'll admit, I'm appalled when you envy
’Cause you can do it, too, and you can do it, too
I just happen to be the girl that they threw it to
So I'ma bounce back, and I'ma ball out
And every time that you see me I'ma go all out
And I'ma win till the endin’
Don't be mad when you see me transcendin’, Gucc’
[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
We've evolved from small to tall
And shall not stall, been flyin’ too long
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, girl
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Gucci Mane]
I be sippin' on haterade
That deep down get you paid
And it tastes like lemonade
Scrunch your face when you see me paid
I be sippin' on haterade
That deep down get you paid
(It’s Gucci) That flavor is lemonade
Scrunch your face when you see me paid
You know what I'm talkin’ ‘bout?
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I ball hard, I should be in Sports Illustrated (Yeah)
Cool as a motherfucker in a Porshe lemonade coupe
Pull up in a ‘Rari in your hood, get intimidated
Mutilated, Maserati, Lamborghini decapitated (Damn)
Fed investigations on what I accumulated, insinuated
That I'm not the man that I say I am, like I give a damn (It’s Gucci)
But I just ride around town pickin' up stacks (Pickin’ up stacks)
Somethin’ like Louis, somethin’ like Gucci
And I love money, yeah, I love solutions
And my teenage karat ring, baby girl choosin’ (Brr, brr)
And I ain't hard to please, baby, come choose me (Come choose me, come choose me)
Lounge around, round the town with the top chopped off
You can call it lost and found ’cause my top stay down (Top stay down)
And I ain’t seen a motherfucker since I bought this car (Since I bought this car)
I ain’t seen a motherfucker since I bought the car (It’s Gucci)
[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
We've evolved from small to tall
And shall not stall, been flyin’ too long
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, girl
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
I be sippin' on haterade
That deep down get you paid
And it tastes like lemonade
Scrunch your face when you see me paid
I be sippin' on haterade
That deep down get you paid
That flavor is lemonade
Scrunch your face when you see me paid
You know what I'm talkin’ ‘bout?
[Outro: Pharrell Williams & Gucci Mane]
Go and lift your glass, go and lift your glass
Let's think about the future and forget the past
Everybody just lift ya glass, go and lift ya glass
If a nigga keep hatin', tell 'em kiss ya ass
Just lift ya glass, go and lift your glass
Let's think about the future and forget the past
Everybody just lift ya glass, go and lift ya glass
If a nigga think they go hard, don't make me laugh, it's Gucc’2 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 9 | 2,010 | 16,086 |
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1,335 | La-La-La (Excuse Me Miss Again) | JAY-Z | [Intro]
Whooo! Whooo!
[Hook]
Memph Bleek always smoking that la la la
Beanie Sigel always smoking that la la la
Neptunes tracks smoke like la la la
It's the Roc, baby; sing our lullaby (C'mon)
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come hang with me, basically
Hold up -- skip all the singing, let's get right tonight, mami
[Verse 1]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under the baker's thumb
I bake the cake and two it up from one
Then I moved the weight like I'm Oprah, son
Uhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
He patterns his-self, the rap JFK
You wanna pass for my Jacqueline Onassis, then
Hop ya ass out that S-Class
Lay back in the Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker, think twice
'Cause this gat that I clutch gotta little red light
Need a light?
You might also like
[Hook 2]
(To smoke that la la la)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that la la la
Memph Bleek always smoking that la la la
It's the Roc, mami; sing our lullaby
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come hang with me, basically
Hold up -- skip all the singing, let's get right tonight, mami
[Verse 2]
We got bottles full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If you're a 10 chances you're with him
If you're a 5 you know you riding with them
Sick with the pen, nigga -- no physician in the world could fix him
No prescription you can prescribe to subside his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's more like Rain Man, twitching
You can't rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens
Can dead his sickness, no Ouija board
You can't see me, dog; nigga, ya CB4
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch -- it's the Roc, bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket
Yao Ming?
[Hook 3]
Still smoking that la la la
Memph Bleek still smoking that la la la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle the .45
It's the Roc, baby; sing our lullaby
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come hang with me, basically
Hold up -- skip all the singing, let's get right tonight, mami
[Verse 3]
Forget English, talk body language
I be all over mamis like body paint is
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very sick
Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
Motherfuckers must be smoking they la la la with crack
Forty-five gun smoke, choke off that
Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that
Plus the Feds tapping my music -- y'all get all that?
I'm the public industry #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I ain't down with who like me or who like you
That's gay, I ain't into liking dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya
[Hook 4]
As we smoke that la la la
Memph Bleek still smoking that la la la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle the .45
It's the Roc, bitch; sing our lullaby
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come hang with me, basically
Whoa! Skip all the singing let's get right tonight, mami
[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Do you want me to do it?2 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 7 | 2,003 | 74,405 |
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1,337 | Maybach Music III | Rick Ross | [Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
[Verse 1: T.I.]
My garage is flawless, under a hundred thou' ain't allowed
Maybach triple white like I'm ridin' in a cloud
No denim on my seats, baby, you gon' need a towel
Ride sexy through the city, see me, you will be aroused
My bankroll so well-endowed
Pull bitches from MIA to ATL in style
And in crowds, catch me in Tao
On the strip in Vegas, chillin', fillin' bitches' faces with babies
Bitch, bite your tongue, this just ain't a Mercedes
Tell the ATF I'm ridin' with another three-eighty
That's my car cost—y'all thought I would fall off?
That was just a small loss, we can have a ball-off
Fly to NY, meet me at the Waldorf
Astorian, architecture Victorian
Ridin' in the past like you're drivin' a DeLorean
Hard times, never heard of those
In the 'Bach, my feet kicked up, gettin' my dick sucked with the curtains closed
And for the record, kid, my final question is:
"How your bitch gon' feel in that when you two pull up next to this?"
Hahahaha!
Maybach Music, nigga!
See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Erykah Badu & Jadakiss]
Everybody knows
How the story goes
Money and clothes
They gon' come and go
But guess who stays the same? (Ha-HA!)
You gon' see the name (Ugh, yeah)
Stroll real slow (Yo)
When the curtains roll
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yo, piff that I'm blowin' on is fuckin' up the ozone
Plus, I keep a dope line, similar to Coldstones (Ugh)
Ice cream (Ugh), pipe dreams
Is what they have when I pull up in that light thing (Yeah)
I put a hurtin' on, I got the curtains drawn
Whoever ain't gettin' shitted on, I'm squirtin' on (Ha)
I'm in the six-deuce, fifty-sevens for the help (Yeah)
Chopper in the trunk, forty-five for the belt (Belt)
Bunch of wax dummies, all you guys gonna melt (Melt)
Live for your kids (Ugh), die for yourself (Die)
Bottles in the sky if you ride for the wealth (Ride)
Peas on the block, pies on the shelf
If I ain't in the back of the 'Bach, I ain't in nothin' else
Haha, I'm somethin' else
[Chorus: Erykah Badu]
Everybody knows
How the story goes
Money and clothes
They gon' come and go
But guess who stays the same?
You gon' see the name
Stroll real slow
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Hunh
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Ugh
Cigar, please
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I came alive like a moth in the summertime (Ugh)
Japanese wheel, blades, all samurai
Shine brighter than them bitches on the other side
Time to make a blind motherfucker recognize
Ammunition got the competition nonexistent
Had the bubble crack, but didn't have a pot to piss in
I'll double that—how dare you try to knock a nigga?
Street scholar, graduated, no father figure
Still tote chrome, check my chromosomes
Meet me halfway with things in a mobile home
Money machines, yeah, they rrring! like a mobile phone
I'm a 7-Up and need a Coca-Cola loan
I'm in the hood like I'm James Evans
Cashmere handmade sweater
Me and money got a vendetta
Lookin' back, to tell the truth, I could've did better (Woo)
Parents never had a good job
Now it's Black American Express cards
[Outro: Rick Ross]
Ugh
Maybach Music
Rozay8 | Hip-HopRap | 20 | 7 | 2,010 | 39,056 |
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1,338 | Money Over Bullshit | Nas | [Verse 1]
My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullies
Brrrat! Cars peel, the East Coast cartel
Rats get their tails snapped and trapped
The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap
Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of you
Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria
Dreams of falling in the elevator, passing floors
Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall
I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad-luck prayers
Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards getting sprayed up
Sabotaging my makeup, my watches get laced up
Even if they indicted Jacob
Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off
Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough
They die and hit Hell from an iron
I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit
Got bitches high as hell, and they fucking like AIDS don't exist
They get sent to your hotel, I'm made in this shit
Put a barrel in a capo mouth 'til his scalp come out
You a kid, you don't live what you rap about
King poetic, too many haters to count
Too much paper to count (QB, bitch!)
[Chorus]
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (Mourn)
Money over bullshit,pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (My own strength, nigga! That's what I'm afraid of!)
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (Hahaha)
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
You might also like[Verse 2]
Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet
Thinking about which nigga to target
You kill a nigga today, he lives forever
So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs
Black TEC on the table, Mag' four-four
Black negligée on my bitch, she's at the door
Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar
You niggas fish-made, y'all niggas is fifth grade, niggas
It's fifty ways to dissect the General
If I give ya the top five, you will not survive
Rule 1: Cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue
Rule 2: Thought you knew—don't fuck with God's Son
Rule 3: See, matter fact, I just wait
If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive
Each one of ya guys that claim hip-hop is still alive
Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas
I said it's dead motherfucker, it's dead, bitch...
[Chorus]
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (It's dead, bitch!)
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of, ha-ha)
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
[Verse 3]
From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers
And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses
Laced in riches, cake ridiculous
From nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds
Vegas, places in Switzerland
From 9 blastin' to I don't have to blast mine
They blast mine, black 9, you flatline, my cash climb
Buy rare art, antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases
Five-star restaurant eaters; don't forget who your peeps is
'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you
Only if they grind with you or slang for ya
Seen niggas live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner
Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable
Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl
Once even gave me a phobia, that I be in a spot trapped like Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rollie up
[Chorus]
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of, ha-ha)
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
[Outro]
There it is, QB, bitch! Yeah...
QB, bitch! Yeah, yeah... QB, bitch!7 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 12 | 2,006 | 25,719 |
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1,339 | Gonorrhea | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
Sound like my mic is right
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I am not a human
Shout to all my moon men
Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
It's a crazy world, so I stay in mine
And niggas don’t cross the line
Niggas stay in line
Like welfare
I'm Saint Elsewhere
Hotter than the Devil? Nigga, hell yeah
Rock-a-bye-baby; homicide, baby
That's more tear drops, call me Crybaby
What you talking 'bout? Tell it to my 9
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
I’m a young God, swagger unflawed
Bitch, I'm in the building, you in the front yard
Life's a bitch, naw, better yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard
Yeah, you boys is washed up
And I’m shitting on 'em like two girls and one cup, yuck
Weezy Baby AKA Bring The Money Home
Pull out a AK and pop you in your funny bone
Laugh now, die later, motherfucker
You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta, motherfucker
You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Man, I’m so tired of balling, I sleep a lot now
I’ll let my goons rush ya, like Moscow
Gun at your eyebrow: Pow-Pow
Man, I ball hard, even with five fouls
Yeah, we in this bitch, like tampons
Dump you in the woods, now get your camp on
Choke-hold around this shit 'cause I’m so hands-on
I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on
Back against the wall, and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowing me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees, the same knees that she be praying on
Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital "You can join"
Yeah, what y’all wanna do? I’m all ears
Smoking on that Headband, call that shit that Paul Pierce
I’m just so ahead of my time, like dog years
Bal' like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Drake]
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea (ha-ha)
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea (Uh, yeah)
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea
[Verse 3: Drake]
I am spending much more than I’m making
On these cars and these vacations, is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing
With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station
I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I’m with Young Money, tell the magazines stop asking me
I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head
And a flag the color red like a fucking low battery
(Okay) Nigga, peep the shit I’m wyling on
I be with your baby mama, you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, call that shit a cal-zone
(Okay) I will break your fucking collar bone
Us against the world, better pick which fucking side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on
And we about to kill 'em, C4, Mr. Carter's home
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
We some asshole niggas, call us diarrhea
The money keep growing, yep, it's growing like a Chia, haha
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
Y’all some pussy ass niggas, we should call ya gonorrhea
You keep talking that shit, I’ma see ya
Kill your senorita, and your fucking Mama Mia13 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 9 | 2,010 | 143,407 |
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1,340 | Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains) | Arcade Fire | [Verse 1]
They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days, my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night, the feelings swim to the surface
'Cause on the surface, the city lights shine
They're calling at me, "Come and find your kind"
[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes, I wonder if the world's so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
[Chorus]
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness; someone, please cut the lights!
[Verse 2]
We rode our bikes to the nearest park
Sat under the swings and kissed in the dark
You shield my eyes from the police lights
We run away, but we don't know why
Black River, your city lights shine
They're screaming at us, "We don't need your kind"
See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $117You might also like[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes, I wonder if the world's so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
[Chorus]
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness; someone, please cut the lights!
[Verse 3]
They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes, I wonder if the world's so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
[Chorus]
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness; someone, please cut the lights
I need the darkness; someone, please cut the lights26 | Alternative | 2 | 8 | 2,010 | 100,852 |
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1,341 | Excuse Me Miss | JAY-Z | [Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z & Pharrell]
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one [inhales]
You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one
You gotta drink Crist-ALL
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it
This is for the grown and sexy, uhh
Have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me; what's your name? Ooh, oh
Yeah, can I get my grown man on for one second?
'Cause I see some ladies tonight
That should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady!
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me? (Ooh, oh)
Possibly, can I take you out, tonight?
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
You already know what it's hittin' for
Ma, I got whatever outside and you know what I'm sittin' on
50/50 venture with them S Dots kickin' off
Armadale poppin' now, only bring a nigga more
Only thing missin' is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one maid, all I need is a partner
To play spades with the cards up, ALL TRUST
Who else you gon' run with? The truth is us
Only dudes movin' units - Em, Pimp Juice and us,
It's the Roc in here!
Maybach outside, got rocks in ears
PJ's on the runway, Young got air
I don't land at an airport, I call it the clearport
Therefore, I don't wanna hear more
Back and forth about who's hot as Young, holla!
You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z & Pharrell]
Sexcuse me... damn!
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
I got my Gaja 9-7 on right now
Lady
You gotta puff a J to this one
Can't roll a blunt up to this one boy
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me; what's your name? Ooh, oh (AOWW!)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight
That should be rollin' wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady, what's your name? Ooh, oh
'Cause I see some ladies tonight
That should be rollin' wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z
You're so foxy girl.. you're so hot to trot
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Everybody's like, "He's no item! Please don't like him
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!"
Now she don't like him, she never met him
Groupies try to take advantage of him, he won't let 'em
He don't need 'em, so he treats 'em like he treats 'em
Better them than me, she don't agree with him
She's mad at that, he's not havin' that
So those opposites attract like mag-a-nets
She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends taggin' along
With a flashy nigga braggin' on the song
She gets a glimpse of Shawn and she likes that
He 2-ways her, so she writes back
Smiley faces after all of her phrases
Either she the one or I'm caught in The Matrix
But fuck it, let the Fishburne
Red or green pill, you live and you learn, c'mon!
[Chorus: Jay-Z & Pharrell]
Sex-cuse me, damn!
You gotta throw on your fine linens for this one
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
You might go, you mighta gotta go get you some Scooby Doo's
Lady
Gotta throw on ya Scooby Doo's; those are shoes by the way
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Gotta throw on Scooby Doo's, hehehehe
Have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me; what's your name? Ooh, oh
This for the grown and sexy, only for the grown and sexy
So hot to trot, lady, what's your name? Ooh, oh
Woo!
You're so foxy girl.. you're so hot to trot
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Love let's go half on a son, I know my past ain't one
You can easily get past, but that chapter is done
...but I'm done readin' for now
Remember spades face up, you can believe him for now
But ma you got a f'real f'serious role
I'm 'bout to give you all the keys and security codes
'Bout to show you where the cheese, let you know I ain't playin'
But, before I jump out the window, what's your name?
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Sex-cuse me, damn!
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
Lady
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me; what's your name? Ooh, oh
So hot to trot, lady! What's your name? Ooh, oh
You're so foxy girl, you're so hot to trot17 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 2 | 2,003 | 317,627 |
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1,343 | Livin’ In The Projects | Lil Scrappy | [Verse 1]
Growin' up on Section 8, momma in the other room cryin'
Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play
Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate
And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money
Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money
Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin' stronga
Momma did it fo' the hunger
We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
Cuz the dope feigns rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rapper
I ain't trynna be no actor
I'm tryin' to make a stack up
I ain't gotta call practice
So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up
The police betta call back up
Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'mma come and rob ya (And I was...)
[Hook - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on
You might also like[Verse 2]
Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas
“I ain’t have no clothes so the ho’s wouldn’t holla
K-mart gear was all ah nigga wore
When I hit 'em lights all the roaches hit the flo' (Damn)
Momma had got in to a accident
It's fucked up, mayn she can't even pay the rent
And the heat and light been out eva since
So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch
You know what I'mma do? - I'mma go git rich
Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq
It's all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks
I'm from the hood, lil' shawty, I'mma represent (And I was...)
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now it was neva eva 'posed to be like this
My teacha told me I wadn't gon' be shiit
A surely young nigga when his dad got rich
A-Town ho' you can suck my dick
Now you made it outta Tha Projects
A young nigga gittin' cash
Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin' while the time pass
Can't let 'em git you down, move in or move out
Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I'm talkin' bout
When time git hard betta pray to God
Don't stretch the dope game on the boulevard
No (No), my daughter neva will
And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal
Shiit, play the hand I was dealed
And if a man stepped to meIgot a right to grab the steal
Chyea, I'm on top and I still rememb-a
Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was
[Hook]1 | Hip Hop | 5 | 12 | 2,006 | null |
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1,344 | Hold Yuh Freestyle | Wale | [Wale]
Ok I’m Wale but you can call me nada
My momma a OG which makes me a Don Dada
My momma say I'm akata
Cause my head look like shotta
The feds like to follow cause my bread like to knot up
So roll up the Marley, my eyes all low up in this party
I’m lookin' for an Ethi-Somali here beside me
Beside that, Louie where my eyes at
Prada where my feets at
You ain't gon find that
Ask me where my mind at
You could never find out
Riding I-95, haters in my hindsight
More About Nothing
Muthafucker better download
They don't stock sneakers, see my deals on the downlow
Keep 'em in the closet, MJ Noami
I don’t need no friends, let the ganja console me
My broad is a trophy
Broads out Moco broads out Southeast
Killer stay uptown, Louden VA tree
Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit
Comme des Garcons, roam like it ain't nothing
Yeah that was nothing, but look what I made from it
Carmelo straight stunting
Purple label 8 hundred
I bet I get the fall Rozay had this summer
Real nigga shit
ATL was tipping them
Magic City tipping them
Gucci bucket cover my dreads: I think I'm Gilligan
I don’t really mess with the feds, I’m a militant
If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening
Straight Lane Kiffen them
We ain't playing for rings and that trophy I mention before, I let em keep
Reggie Bush, I'm murking my Kardashian
Might as well crash and pass it to Miles Austin
Thats how I’m going, hoes want but now I’m on
A couple poems, a couple songs, and now it's on
And these woman is loving the way that I perform
I like a down-lookin', all for it, flower bomb
Shout out my nigga miles
They stop the whole game everytime I come around
And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground
I’m a sphere, they are squares
They can’t even come around
I ain't finished yet, I ain't finished yet
Bitches love me out Houston like spinach dip
Get it
I got that cold flow, Winnipeg, this is work
I am in a different World, Winnefred
Jalisa all black Caprices
Bumpin' So Far Gone, goin' on polices
And me and my broads and Jamal and Latika
So every time I treat 'em, the mall gotta re-up
And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack
Or they be reminiscing over you, word to P-Rock
Ridin’ in a CL, hope I never see jail
And even if I do I know my momma gon be well
Emilola love her more than she know it
The youngest outta two, see Olubowale’s grown up
When they hate, I never give a whole fuck, or half shit
Purple haze, purple half-cents
I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents
I have sins so my pants never had lent
Now I’m getting it everything lavish
I’m ballin' LeBron, lil poncho is Maverick
Ravishing, Rick Rude of rappin you bastards
And I just want to hold her
She all that I can handleSee Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like2 | Hip-Hop | null | null | null | 18,440 |
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1,345 | Dead Presidents II | J. Cole | [Intro]
Yeah, Fayettenam
[Verse 1]
These niggas is playing
Russian Roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless, no, we don't dance
All we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck
Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame niggas could never get it
Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high, if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes
So yeah, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name
It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo
And all these Jose Canseco's wanna text us like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate
Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the fuck would I play for?
Some next niggas almost slid in but didn't fit in
Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kiddin?
These big wig niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show stress, I guess the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my niggas we would get in
But that ain't even half the battle
Stay behind like a shadow or you catapult
Now if I had a ladder or now even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!
You might also like[Chorus: Nas (Sampled) & J. Cole]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
[Verse 2]
Heaven or hell, you choose, freedom or jail, you lose
I can't stop, I'm as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards
I'm nothing like these ho-like rappers
My whole life practice to be the one
What's it like to be LeBron
They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call them ladies bees but them hoes swarmin
Now honey, aye is it destiny or is it money you're feelin
Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself 'cause I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this?
Aye five years I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these wack niggas rehash and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, they tryna do it how these other niggas did it
I'm tryna live it how no other nigga ever lived it
[Pre-Chorus: Nas (Sampled) & J. Cole]
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Dead fucking presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Dead fucking presidents to represent me
[Chorus: Nas (Sampled) & J. Cole]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me29 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 6 | 2,009 | 174,823 |
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1,347 | Drink The Kool-Aid | Ice Cube | [Verse 1]
This ain't Sinatra!
This ain't the Carter!
I am the chaperone nigga...Who brought ya!
I am the author! This is Holy water!
From the Holy Father...The Rock of Gibraltar!
Step up to the altar! Step up to the slaughter!
Get circumsize son and turned into a daughter!
Niggas know they oughta drink the fucking Kool-Aid!
Industry laid out authorities are too late!
MC's passed the due date! Niggas? They do hate!
You are Bobby Boucher, I'm the Mane like Gucci!
I rock the Louis! But not like Kanye!
Nigga see me kinda like...Harry Belafonte!
Step into the room they be like: "Ah, Day-O!"
Yeah, cause they know a nigga ain't play-doe!
Shots all fatal! Is this Laredo?
Boarder town knock them down just like Lego's!
[Bridge]
Drink the Kool-Aid!
I make a motherfucker drink the kool aid!
[Hook]
(Let them know!) Do you (Let them know!) Do you
(Let them know!) Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Do you (Let them know!) Do you
(Let them know!) Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Always (Always!) Always (Always!)
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
Always (Always!) Always (Always!)
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Verse 2]
I ain't the Doctor! This ain't the patient!
This ain't that nigga always on vacation!
This ain't no white boy's rehabilitation!
This is crazier than a boat full of Haitians!
This is inflation mixed with degradation!
This ain't no dead rappers reincarnation!
I heard it was a New West Coast, I ain't worried!
I murder more stars than Conrad Murray!
I got more bars than the penitentiary!
I wrote this shit without a rhyme dictionary!
Young bucks try to step up to the harim!
Looking for some pussy I'm an old buck, I dare them!
[Hook]
(Let them know!) Do you (Let them know!) Do you
(Let them know!) Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Do you (Let them know!) Do you
(Let them know!) Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Always (Always!) Always (Always!)
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
Always (Always!) Always (Always!)
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
[Bridge]
Drink the Kool-Aid!
I make a motherfucker drink the kool aid!
[Outro]
I-I-I-Ice Cube! (Yeah its the cube)
The Don...(Let 'em know!) Ain't no stopping the G!
They call me (The Don, nigga!)
[Hook]
(Let them know!) Do you (Let them know!) Do you
(Let them know!) Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Do you (Let them know!) Do you
(Let them know!) Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Always (Always!) Always (Always!)
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
Always (Always!) Always (Always!)
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!4 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 7 | 2,010 | 28,399 |
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1,348 | Oodles of O’s | De La Soul | [Intro: Dove]
Oodles and oodles of O's, you know
You get 'em from my sister
You get 'em from my bro
All I is is man, and once an embryo
Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow
[Verse 1: Dove]
Yes, I guess it's reflex some have no control
I'd rather let a laughter and tally, off I go
Canoeing up the river or out into the O
You just know me not so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know
Some shake your hand but (this is called the show)
I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolicoeur
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's, and guys, oh for sure
Were they arose, well nobody knows
What do they mean, well here's how it goes
Oh shoot's got the O's when you hold the dough
You know who you are but they didn't know
And now with respect they flex like a pro
You're first another nigga but now an Afro
[Chorus: Dove]
Oodles and oodles of O's and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's you know
Oodles and oodles of O's and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's you know
Oodles and oodles of O's and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's
You might also like[Verse 2: Pos]
Last of the fast Plug pipers at the door
In your eyes burning like rubbing alcohol
Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomō
Kinfolk will play this in stere-ereo
Chanters play the part of a herd at a show
Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Girbauds
But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw
Lunches of punches is what I bestow
Oodles of O's enhance my ho's at mic checks
O's take the shape of medallions and specs
And don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose
Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road
Girls ask for flicks and I'll plot the pose
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows
Mase got something to say and it goes
(Maceo is rocking on the radio)
[Chorus: Dove]
Now I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's
I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's
I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's
Yeah, we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's
[Verse 3: Pos]
Hoods like to play macho, you know
Guns going "Bo!", people hit the floor
Don't have a piece but an arrow and bow
Target it firm cause I'm head Comancho
Charging barricades like a raging rhino
The donuts come big and some in jumbo
The landlord is finished but before I go
I'll give a shout out to Quest and my fellow Jungle Bros
[Verse 4: Dove]
Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore
Swimming in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho
Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go
(What's the reason?) to be cheerful
Season is breeze, time to pimp promote
Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough
On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh
Dreadlock is heading out the door y'all
[Outro: Dove]
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling O's and O's
We're selling O's at the corner store y'all
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles
And oodles of O's, y'all
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling O's and O's
We're selling O's at the corner store y'all
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles
And oodles of O's, y'all3 | Hip-Hop | 14 | 5 | 1,991 | 17,178 |
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1,351 | No Idea’s Original | Nas | [Intro]
Uhh, uhh
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh
[Chorus]
No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not major
No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not major
[Verse]
If niggas could look inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain cell graveyard
Where weed's responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with this torture
Lightin' spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane
No Half Steppin' with flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's children
And this was goin' on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time difference
On a different coast, but we share the same sunlight
Your part of the world might be like colors and gangs
While on my side, brothers'll murder for different things
But it all revolve around drugs, fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis
Them treacherous rastas in the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin' with tats on they back, violent wars
Nothin' less than a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style
While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watchin' for paint chips, don't want no lead in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be like a hundred K
Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' made Runaway; that's been a minute
Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin' nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would change
Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things
Like, somebody's always watchin'
My life before I, walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's like God or guns
Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline readin' "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"You might also like8 | Hip-Hop | 23 | 9 | 2,002 | 55,807 |
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1,352 | Gangsta’s Paradise | Coolio | [Recording Info]
[Verse 1: Coolio]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left
'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long that
Even my momma thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how ya talkin' and where you walkin'
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight
[Chorus: LV]
We've been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
We've been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
[Verse 2: Coolio]
Look at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams
I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger
And my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool
Death ain't nothin' but a heartbeat away
I'm livin' life do-or-die, what can I say?
I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24?
The way things is goin', I don't know
You might also like[Refrain: LV]
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?
[Chorus: LV]
We've been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
We've been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
[Verse 3: Coolio]
Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin'
It's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin'
They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they can't, I guess they won't, I guess they front
That's why I know my life is out of luck, fool
[Chorus: LV]
We've been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
We've been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
[Refrain: LV]
Tell me, why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?
Tell me, why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?182 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 8 | 1,995 | 2,453,929 |
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1,353 | So Appalled | Kanye West | [Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean & No I.D.]
[Refrain: Swizz Beatz]
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Two hands in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous
It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Middle finger in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous
Life can be sometimes ridiculous
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I'm so appalled, Spalding, ball
Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all
Baby, you're fired, your girlfriend hired
But if you don't mind, I'ma keep you on call
We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all
I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin' hole through the wall
But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers
And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers
Housekeeping, I mean, goddamn
One time, let it be a bad bitch sweeping
That know we get O's like Cheerios
That know because they seen us in the videos
That know the day that you play me
Would be the same day MTV play videos
That was a little joke, voila
Praises due to the most high, Allah
Praises due to the most fly, Prada
Baby, I'm magic, tada
Address me as your highness, high as United
Thirty thousand feet up and you are not invited
Niggas be writing bullshit like they gotta work
Niggas is going through real shit, man, they out of work
That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt
That's why I'd rather spit something that got a purp'
You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & CyHi The Prynce]
Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches
I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes
Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
How should I begin this? I'm just so offended
How am I even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners?
I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall
Just to show niggas how much more I have in store
I'm fresher than you all, so I don't have to pause
All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers
Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero
Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain
I went from the favorite to the most hated
But would you rather be underpaid or overrated?
Moral victories is for minor league coaches
And Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches
Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossas
And Hammer went broke so you know I'm more focused
I lost thirty mil', so I spent another thirty
'Cause unlike Hammer, thirty million can't hurt me
Fuckin' insane, the fuck am I saying?
Not only am I fly, I'm fuckin' not playing
All these little bitches too big for they britches
Burning they little bridges, fuckin' ridiculous
[Chorus: Kanye West & CyHi The Prynce]
Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches
I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes
Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Success is what you make it, take it how it come
A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty-one
Blackjack, I just pulled an ace
As you looking at the king in his face
Everything I dream, motherfuckers, I'm watchin' it take shape
While to you I'm just a young rich nigga that lacks faith
Range Rove', leather roof, love war, fuck a truce
Still move a bird like I'm in bed with Mother Goose
Them hoes coming in a baker's dozen
Claiming they was with me when they know they really wasn't
I keep the city's best, never said she was the brightest
So if you had her too, it don't affect me in the slightest
I never met a bitch that didn't need a little guidance
So I dismiss her past until she disappoints your highness
I speak the gospel, hostile
Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils
Paranoid mind, I'm still under the watchful
Eye of the law, aspire for more
Them kilos came, we gave you Bobby Brown jaw
Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call
Flow similar to the legends of the falls
Spillin', I own you all, yuugh
[Refrain: Swizz Beatz]
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Two hands in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous
It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Middle finger in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous
Life can be sometimes ridiculous
[Verse 4: CyHi The Prynce]
Hah, I am so outrageous
I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet
If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist
My phrases amazes the faces in places
The favorite, hah, my cup overrunneth with hundreds
Dummy, damn, it's hard not for me to waste it
The new Commandment, "Thou shalt not hate, kid"
My movement is like the Civil Rights, I'm Ralph David
Abernathy, so call my lady Rosa Parks
I am nothing like them niggas, baby, those are marks
I met this girl on Valentine's Day, fucked her in May
She found out about April, so she chose to march
Hah, damn, another broken heart
I keep bitches by the twos, nigga, Noah's Ark
I got a seven on me, I call my 'dro Lamar
Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart, hah
G-A-T in the Pathfinder
'Cause you haters got PhDs
Y'all just some major haters and some math minors
Tiger Woods, don't make me grab iron
[Chorus: RZA]
Ayy, yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches
You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Cars for the missus and furs for the mistress
You know that shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
[Refrain: Swizz Beatz]
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Two hands in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous
It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Middle finger in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous
Life can be sometimes ridiculous, huh?152 | Hip-HopRap | 24 | 9 | 2,010 | 1,632,189 |
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1,355 | Rise & Fall | Craig David | [Chorus: Sting & Craig David]
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over
And it seems as though the writings on the wall
Superstar, you finally made it
But once your picture becomes tainted
It's what they call
The rise and fall
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over (Over)
And it seems as though the writings on the wall (Yeah)
Superstar, you finally made it
But once your picture becomes tainted
It's what they call
The rise and fall
[Verse 1: Craig David]
I always said that I was gonna make it
Now it's plain for everyone to see
But this game I'm in don't take no prisoners
Just casualties
I know that everything is gonna change
Even the friends I knew before may go
But this dream is the life I've been searching for
Started believing that I was the greatest
My life was never gonna be the same
'Cause with the money came a different status
That's when things change
Now I'm too concerned with all the things I own
Blinded by all the pretty girls I see
I'm beginning to lose my integrity
See Craig David LiveGet tickets as low as $47You might also like[Chorus: Sting & Craig David]
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over (Over)
And it seems as though the writing's on the wall (Yeah)
Superstar, you finally made it
But once your picture becomes tainted
It's what they call
The rise and fall
[Verse 2: Craig David & Sting]
I never used to be a troublemaker
Now I don't even wanna please the fans
No autographs, no interviews, no pictures
Endless demands (Endless demands)
Given advice that was clearly wrong
The type that seems to make me feel so right
But some things you may find can take over your life
Burnt all my bridges, now I've run out of places
And there's nowhere left for me to turn
Been caught in compromising situations
I should have learned
From all those times I didn't walk away
When I knew that it was best to go
Is it too late to show you the shape of my heart?
[Chorus: Sting & Craig David]
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over (Mm yeah, over, mm yeah)
And it seems as though the writing's on the wall (The writing's on the wall, yeah)
Superstar, you finally made it (Oh yeah)
But once your picture becomes tainted
It's what they call (It's what they call)
The rise and fall (The rise and fall)
[Bridge: Craig David]
Now I know (Now I know)
I made mistakes (Made mistakes)
Think I don't care?
But you don't realize what this means to me
So let me have
Just one more chance
I'm not the man I used to be
Used to be
[Chorus: Sting & Craig David]
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over (Over)
And it seems as though the writing's on the wall (The writing's on the wall, yeah)
Superstar, you finally made it (Ooh)
But once your picture becomes tainted (Oh yeah)
It's what they call (It's what they call)
The rise and fall (The rise and fall)
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over (You know you know, over)
But it seems as though the writings on the wall (Yeah)
Superstar, you finally made it (Ooh yeah)
But once your picture becomes tainted (Oh)
It's what they call
The rise and fall (The rise and fall)
The rise and fall
[Outro: Sting & Craig David]
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over
And it seems as though the writings on the wall
Superstar, you finally made it (No no no)
But once your picture becomes tainted
It's what they call (What they call)
The rise and fall (Mm, mm)11 | RBSoul | 26 | 4 | 2,003 | 56,151 |
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1,357 | With You | Lil Wayne | [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Shawty badder than a three-year-old
Keep playing and I'ma eat her like a pita roll
I'm just saying, with my love I could feed her soul
Two-day getaway and we don't need our clothes
We at the pool and she looking like a center fold
Two tattoos but she say she getting plenty mo
She got Indian in her family, Seminole
Me and shawty go together like chemicals
And she get mad when I call other women hoes
You send her rose, I pick some flowers and send her those
Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode
Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe
I whisper in her ear then lick round her lobe
And when she check her watch, it’s never time to go
And with her brain she should make the honor roll
And when I came she caught me like a common cold
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit
[Chorus: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you and only you
You might also like[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I say damn I must be left
'Cause you the best I ever seen, right
Shawty put me on, you got me going like some green lights
See you with your girls, they probably telling you that he ain't right
Bet they be the same bitches at the wedding throwing rice
Let's get together over night
Shawty I'm a pro and you are looking like the prototype
Ms. Cita, I took your advice
Sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice
I'm cruising on the road of life but I need a passenger
Appetite for loving, ma I'm hungry like a scavenger
I be on that lavender
I be in the bath with her
Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit
[Chorus: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you and only you
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Now she don't know about me but I'ma put her on it
And she ain't sure about me but can't go without me
We probably ain't supposed to be together
But I wonder if our love affair could last forever
And shawty I'm with you
Smoke a lot of weed but I could never forget you
Then I told her to her face
If everyone was like you, the world would be a better place
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit
[Chorus: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you and only you
[Bridge: Drake]
Damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight
[Chorus: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you and only you16 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 9 | 2,010 | 163,659 |
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1,359 | Bill Gates | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
Uh-huh, yeah
[Verse 1]
Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of Vans
If them niggas keep tripping they can share an ambulance
Throw up blood with my hands
My gang popping niggas
Smoke that Kiesha, not that Reggie
For you name dropping niggas
All day I do it, I do it like Tony
Got a sign on my dick that say "Bad Bitches Only"
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man, I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pew
Got a mean-ass swagger, my bitches do too
Yeah, all my niggas nuts, and I'm a loose screw
Bitch, I get big bucks, pockets on Bruce Bruce
Yeah, I talk that shit, bitch, I got bread, bitch, I got toast
Welcome to The Murder Show — I am the motherfucking host
They call me Weezy F. Baby, yes, I do the fucking most
I'm at their throats until they choke
The God has spoke
I need a smoke break
(Smoke break...)
You might also like[Chorus 1]
Now let it breathe, Tune, yeah
It go; all these bitches, and niggas still hating
I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems, I'll tend to them later
Yeah, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her, man
All these bitches and niggas still hating
Yeah, I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems, I'll tend to them later
Yeah, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her, man
[Verse 2]
It go; dark-ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fucking bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
Dress like a skater, ride on you like Shaun White
I'm high all day, you can call that shit a long flight
Every night's a long night, every day's a holiday
I don't fuck with squares, now do that mean I'm out of shape?
Yes, I talk shit, got to defecate to conversate
Weezy fuck the world, yep, I fuck it 'til it ovulate
Get her to the crib, get in that pussy and just dominate
Weezy F. Baby, and the 'F' is for 'Fornicate'
Polo Ralph Lauren, bitch, that's what my pajamas say
Big tall glass of some shit you can't pronounciate
Boogers in the bezel of my watch with the vomit face
And still I do not give you motherfuckers the time of day
Pistol in your mouth, I can not make out what you trying to say
And if they want a war, then tell them motherfuckers "Bombs away"
[Chorus 2]
Man, all these bitches, and niggas still hating
Man, I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later
And life is a bitch, but I appreciate her
Man, all these bitches, and niggas still hating
And I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later
Man, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her
[Outro]
Let it breathe, Tune
Just let it breathe, Tune, yeah
Young, Young Mula, baby
Young Mula, baby
Young, Young Mula, baby
Just let it breathe, Tune22 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 9 | 2,010 | 181,695 |
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1,361 | 40 Oz. | D12 | [Intro (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")]
Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!
You know how we get nigga we wild in the club
Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!
So wile the fuck out!
[Hook]
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Bitch!)
[Verse 1: Bizarre]
We fucked up
Let us in the club
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga come get us
7 Mile Runyon, wild niggas with us
'Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit
Ain't got no problem, with smackin' no bitch
I'll have my wife cut your throat
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife
It's D12, nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight
You might also like[Hook]
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Bitch!)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat?
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just clapped three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo'
My crew is takin' over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door, but we comin' in and you goin' home
Security, they can't even stop us because they know
Runyon Avenue soldiers hold us down wherever we go
Chuggin' on our 40s and holdin' our .44s
We come with toasters like we just opened savings and loans
And we don't need your brew tonight, homie, we brought our own
So grab whatever you sippin' on and let's get it on!
[Hook]
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Bitch!)
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
We deep as a motherfucker, we 'bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We don't 'posed to be in here with our weapons, but still they let us
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin', bitches cryin', niggas bleedin', you retreatin'
Run into your car and skatin' off, we G'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth
You the reason why your peoples is pourin' they 40s out
Dirty Dozen wildin', beat niggas bloodied
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies
[Hook]
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Bitch!)
[Verse 4: Proof]
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk
80 Proof on this vodka, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me dead
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair
Or the aisle in the 'Vette, bumpin' Seven-Deuce
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose
See me on the ave daily, be runnin' this shit
If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch
Packin' mags and clips, I'll smash your clique
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet
Smokin' weed, drinkin' Henny, Remy, and that Jimmy
Don't worry if we run out, the corner store got plenty
[Hook]
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Bitch!)6 | Hip-Hop | 27 | 4 | 2,004 | 54,662 |
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1,363 | TV in the Radio | Wale | [Verse 1: Wale]
I kick it, I kick it like Olindo
I wear my Nike Boots and Gucci, I don't wear no Timbo
I kick it any tempo, I'm lifted off the indo
I'm popping champagne, drinking till I'm jumping out the window
Heh, if the autotune's gone
Bet they all will tune in, so I'ma do it bigger than
An Audemar wrist watch, hip-hop's slackin'
Why they getting Grammys when these niggas is actin'
They phony, should get Tonys for the things that they be yappin'
It's utterly bologna, so I'm Muslim to these rappers
Fuck yappin', they lucky we don't clap 'em
And have them peoples leakin' like they CD isn't mastered
CD is in plastic, these niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin' friends while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is fake joe
Hip-hop need a wake-up, we the fuckin' clock radios
[Chorus: K'naan]
We original officially the most original
If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal
Wale and K'naan, they don't know is there radio
How the hell did they fit the TV in the radio?
[Verse 2: Wale]
They told me go in; no problem, I'ma go in
Ain't shy away from drama, I ain't run away from no man
And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers when it was Duck Hunt
That's words to my mama, since I wasn't a starter
A nigga been a star before I forfeited my scholar-
Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit, when homecoming is here I'm who they call up
So I still be on that yard with a Philly of that Marley
From the city, the Philly women willing to menage
Though, I put 'em on pause since Manilli been involved
Though, everybody's on me like the Milli beat partner
I'm from the D-Dot where we not no beatboxers
We talkin' B blockers keep us with deep pockets
See not no fad or no internet phenom
But he be's on that web like he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm naija and my partner's Somalian
K'naan and my buzz is too big like Kamala
Ballin', Folarin so goddamn hard
Fat rhymes every time, bitch, Roseanne bars
Wale
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Chorus: K'naan]
We original officially the most original
If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal
Wale and K'naan, they don't know is there radio
How the hell did they fit the TV in the radio?
[Verse 3: K'naan]
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
And don't perform after him or you might regret
I guess they didn't get the memo or the leaflet
You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead
And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just tryna eat bread
Fuckin' with my people well that's called the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I turn rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you teethless
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
I been on more red carpets than Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me, cause my friend, I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheeks, I draw blood like leeches
And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters
Get your ass privileges with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some kind of small talk
Course not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast
By click-clacks and big bwaps
And inside they think rap's soft
My pen sparks the benchmark I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars cough
Now I'm off3 | Hip-Hop | 10 | 11 | 2,009 | 8,352 |
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1,370 | Guilty Conscience | Eminem | [Intro: Mark Avery & Eddie]
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life and the way things are going
(Damn, I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store
(I gotta take this shit, I can't take it no more, holmes)
But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart
(Shit is mine)
And suddenly (I gotta do this)
His conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre, Eminem, & (Eddie)]
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence (Who are you?)
I'm your motherfuckin' conscience
That's nonsense
Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your aunt's cribs
And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs
(Can I borrow this?)
Tell her you need a place to stay, you'll be safe for days
If you shave your legs with Renee's razor blades
Yeah, but if it all goes through like it's supposed to
The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids?
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it (You're right)
Not over this shit (Stop)
Drop the biscuit (I will)
Don't even listen to Slim, yo, he's bad for you
You know what, Dre? I don't like your attitude
You might also like[Skit: Stan, Girl]
Come on, just come in here for a minute
I don't know
Look, look, look
Damn
Look, it's gonna be alright, alright?
O-okay
Look, give me a kiss, pull your pants off, come on
[Interlude: Mark Avery]
Meet Stan, 21 years old
After meeting a young girl at a rave party
Things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom
Once again, his conscience comes into play
[Verse 2: Eminem & Dr. Dre]
Now, listen to me, while you're kissin' her cheek
And smearin' her lipstick, slip this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe
Yo, this girl's only fifteen years old
You shouldn't take advantage of her, it's not fair
Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair? (Uh-huh)
Fuck this bitch right here on the spot, bare
'Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there
Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie Kids?
No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest
Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?
Man, fuck that, hit that shit raw dog, then bail
[Interlude: The Isley Brothers, Mark Avery, (Grady), & Grady's Wife]
Here I lay
(Man, it feels good to be home)
Meet Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker
After coming home from a hard day's work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed with another man
(What the fuck?) Grady
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Eminem]
Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
While you at work, she's with some dude tryna get off
Fuck slittin' her throat, cut this bitch's head off
Wait, what if there's an explanation for this shit?
What, she tripped, fell, landed on his dick?
Tsh, alright, Shady, maybe he's right, Grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy
Okay, thought about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes?
What you say?
What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?
I'ma kill you, motherfucker
Uh-uh, temper, temper
Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK
Comin' straight outta Compton, y'all better make way
How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent?
'Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that
Aw, fuck it, what am I sayin'?
Shoot 'em both, Grady, where's your gun at?80 | Rap | 23 | 2 | 1,999 | 745,453 |
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1,373 | Square Dance | Eminem | [Produced by Eminem & Jeff Bass]
[Intro: Eminem]
People, it-it feels so good to be back!
La-ladies and gent-gentleman-gentleman
Introdu-du-ducing the new-new and improved-proved you-you know who-who
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push, no friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pit bull off his leash, all this peace talk can cease
All these people I had to leave in limbo
I'm back now, I've come to release this info
I'll be brief, and let me just keep shit simple
Cani-bitch don't want no beef with Slim, no!
Not even on my radar
So won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off?
And follow me as I put these crayons to chaos
From séance to séance, aw-a-aw-ch-a-aw
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on now! Let's all get on down!
Do-si-do now! We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, ‘cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me!
Come on now! Let's all get on down!
Do-si-do now! We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, ‘cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me!
You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem]
Yeah, let your hair down to the track, yeah, kick on back (Boo!)
The boogie monster of rap, yeah, the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration
Mush the Senate's face and push this generation
Of kids to stand and fight for the right to say somethin'
You might not like, this white hot light
That I'm under, no wonder I look so sunburnt
Oh no, I won't leave no stone unturned
Oh no, I won't leave, won't go nowhere
Do-si-do, oh, yo, ho, hello there!
Oh yeah, don't think I won't go there
Go to Beirut and do a show there (Haha!)
Yeah, you laugh 'til your mothafuckin' ass gets drafted
While you're at band-camp thinkin' that crap can't happen
'Til you fuck around, get an Anthrax napkin
Inside a package, wrapped in Saran Wrap wrappin'
Open the plastic and then you stand back, gaspin'
Fuckin' assassins hijackin' Amtraks, crashin'
All this terror, America demands action
Next thing you know, you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'
To join the army or what you'll do for their Navy
You just a baby gettin' recruited at 18
You're on a plane now, eatin' they food and their baked beans
I'm 28, they gon' take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy?
When I say, "Hussein," you say, "Shady"
My views ain't changed, still inhumane, wait
Arraigned two days late, the date's today, hang me!
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on now! Let's all get on down!
Do-si-do now! We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, ‘cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me!
Come on now! Let's all get on down!
Do-si-do now! We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, ‘cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me!
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Nothin' moves me more than a groove that soothes me
Nothin' soothes me more than a groove that boosts me
Nothin' boosts me more or suits me beautifully
There's nothin' you can do to me, stab me, shoot at me! (Woo-hoo!)
Psychotic, hypnotic product, I got a the antibiotic
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada-yada
God, I talk a lot of hem-de-lay-la-la-la
Oochie-walla-walla, um-da-dah-da-dah-da, but you gotta-gotta
Keep movin', there's more music to make
Keep makin' new shit, produce hits to break
The monotony, what's gotten into me?
Drugs, rock and Hennessy, thug like I'm Pac, on my enemies
On your knees, got you under siege
Somebody you would give a lung to be
Hun-ga-ry like a fuckin' younger me
Fuck the fee, I can get you jumped for free
Yeah, buddy, laugh! It's funny, I have the money
To have you killed by somebody who has nothin'
I'm past bluffin', pass the K-Y
Let's get ready for some intense serious ass-fucking!
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on now! Let's all get on down!
Do-si-do now! We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, ‘cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me!
Come on now! Let's all get on down!
Do-si-do now! We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, ‘cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me!
[Outro: Eminem]
Dr. Dre wants to square dance with me
Nasty Nas wants to square dance with me,
X to the Z wants to square dance with me,
Busta Rhymes wants to square dance with me,
Can-i-bitch won't square dance with me,
Fan-a-bitch won't square dance with me
Canada-bis don't want no parts of me
Dirty Dozen wants to square dance with you
Yeehaw! Wee!110 | Rap | 26 | 5 | 2,002 | 528,508 |
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1,374 | Kilo | Fat Joe | [Chorus: sample]
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
A kilo is a thousand grams, easy to remember
A kilo is a thousand, pretend you remember
When we measure kilograms, we say weight is common usage
[Intro: Pusha T - over Chorus]
Yo Joe, what up?
It's ya neighbourhood Pusha
See my man, my man May May locked up for like 25 years
He in the Feds right now, right
He said he locked up with this old Spanish man
And they was sitting down watching TV
And you popped up on the screen
The man said, "hey, what's Joey doing on TV?"
He didn't even know you rap, haha
[Verse 1: Pusha T & No Malice]
K-I-L-O, the king saying hello
From my Sugar Hill Ray Nathan he's Romello
I plays it like a cello, I pull them strings
To make them scales teeter totter like balance beams
It's everything it seems, the guns and the glamour
The re-compressed birds broked down with sledgehammers
Smile candid camera, goddess in zoom lenses
Unclaimed taxes, sitting in new Benzes
Champagne drenches, the loafers of bosses
Lord forgive me, it's blood diamonds in these crosses
Suffered major losses to repeat the past
Guess I never learned a hard head makes a soft ass
Ugh, and soft white makes for hard cash
And Continental GT's with the soft rag
Like soft batch, cookies out the oven
Getting 13 at a time, now that's a baker's dozen
You might also like[Chorus: sample]
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
A kilo is a thousand grams, easy to remember
A kilo is a thousand, pretend you remember
When we measure kilograms, we say weight is common usage
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
It's Coca baby
Krills mania, BX, TS nigga!
Ayo, it's blood on the cocaine, a scene out of Psycho
Dope so pure, fiends cling to the light pole
Wet purer than holy water, your wife know
And she ain't gotta fly to Columbia for that lipo... (Darkside)
Cut keys like a locksmith
Blasphemy, but it feels like it's God's gift
One sniff'll have you kneel down and praise me
Nodding out, holding onto your babies
A new connect means a few more dreams
Now watch a nigga flood the streets like New Orleans (get it?)
Blow like trumpets, snorting on the second line
Fucking with that white bitch'll have you on the borderline
Penthouse in the city got the scenic view
And maybe you can fuck Madonna like you Peter Shue
Snowcaps dripping off rock mountains
Crack in Wonderland got coke dripping out the fountains
[Chorus: sample]
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
A kilo is a thousand grams, easy to remember
A kilo is a thousand, pretend you remember
When we measure kilograms, we say weight is common usage
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
Okay baby, got you Crack, Killa!
I said a kilo is a thousand grams, but can you remember?
Check my agenda, snow like December
Coke, I'm a emperor, go head and taste it numb up your dentures
Moving in renters, probably a sentra
No I won't serve you, don't mean to offend ya, 'fend ya
Roundtable, glass up, all hail us
Toast the life, one they told me will fail us
We prevail from the corner, now (?)
Still got wet, they on water like a sailor
Me and Cook Coke (Cook Coke), cook coke (cook coke)
No fracture, but damn you look broke
Know my pedigree ready is what you better be
(Better be) put two holes in yo' ass like the letter B
My parameter homie is where you need to be
Gambler? Nah, Janitor, I keep the keys... Killa!
[Chorus: sample]
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
A kilo is a thousand grams, easy to remember
A kilo is a thousand, pretend you remember
When we measure kilograms, we say weight is common usage1 | Hip-HopRap | 27 | 7 | 2,010 | null |
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1,376 | None Shall Pass | Aesop Rock | [Intro]
I'm— trust me, I'm— trust me, I'm trying to help
I'm— trust me, I'm— trust me, I'm trying to help
[Verse 1]
Flash that buttery gold
Jittery zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole, what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly
Not enough young in his lung for the water wings
Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch
Like, "I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt"
Fine, sign of the time we elapse
When a primate climb up a spine and attach
Eye for an eye, by the bog life swamps and vines
They get a rise out of frogs and flies
So when a dogfight's hog-tied prize sort of costs a life
The mouths water on a fork and knife
And the allure isn't right
No score on a war-torn beach
Where the cash cow's actually beef
Blood turns wine when it leak for police
Like, "That's not a riot; it's a feast, let's eat!"
[Chorus]
And I will remember your name and face
On the day you are judged by The Funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall pass"
None shall pass, none shall pass
You might also like[Verse 2]
Now, if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix
You wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz
How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz
‘Cause he wouldn't play rollover fetch like a bitch
And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss
To the jokers who pose by the glitz
Fine, sign of the swine in the swarm
When a king is a whore who comply and conform
Miles outside of the eye of the storm
With a siphon to lure out a prize and award
While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war
True blue triumph is more
Like, "Wait, let it snake up out of the centerfold
Let it break the walls of Jericho, ready go"
Sat where the old, cardboard city folk
Swap tales with heads, like every other penny throw
[Chorus]
And I will remember your name and face
On the day you are judged by The Funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall pass"
None shall pass, none shall pass
[Interlude]
You tried, you tried, you tried to trick me
You've got a, you've, you've got a, a lot of nerve
I'm, I'm not, I'm not, trying to trick you
I'm try, I'm try, I'm trying to help
[Verse 3]
Okay, woke to a grocery list, goes like this:
Duty and Death
Anyone object, come stand in the way
You could be my little Snake River Canyon today
And I ran with a chain of commands
And a jetpack strapped where the backstab lands if it can
Fine, sign of the vibe in the crowd
When I cut a belly open to find what climb out
That's quite a bit of gusto he muster up
To make a dark horse rush, like, "Enough's enough!"
It must've struck a nerve so they huff and puff
'Til all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck
And it's a beautiful thing
To my people who keep an impressive wingspan
Even when the cubicle shrink
You got to pull up the intruder by the root of the weed
N.Y. Chew through the machine
[Chorus]
And I will remember your name and face
On the day you are judged by The Funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall pass"
None shall pass, none shall pass90 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 8 | 2,007 | 521,672 |
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1,377 | Fight the Power | Public Enemy | [Intro: Sample]
"Yet our best trained, best educated, best equipped, best prepared troops refuse to fight. Matter of fact, it’s safe to say that they would rather switch than fight"
[Alternate Intro]
W-E-L-O-V-E 108 FM
[Verse 1: Chuck D + Flavor Flav + Chuck D & Flavor Flav]
19—
—89 the number, another summer (Get down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hittin' your heart 'cause I know you got soul!
(Brothers and sisters!) (Hey, hey!)
Listen if you're missin', y'all, swingin'
While I'm singin' (Hey!), givin' whatcha gettin'
Knowin' what I know and while the Black band's
Sweatin' and the rhythm-rhyme rollin'!
Got to give us what we want (Uh!)
Gotta give us what we need (Hey! Haha, hey)
Our freedom of speech is freedom of death
We've got to fight the powers that be ("Lemme hear you say—")
[Chorus: Chuck D & Flavor Flav + Chuck D + Flavor Flav]
Fight the power!
Fight the power! ("Lemme hear you say—")
Fight the power!
Fight the power! ("Lemme hear you say—")
You might also likeFight the power!
Fight the power! ("Lemme hear you say—")
Fight the power!
We've got to fight the powers that be
[Verse 2: Chuck D + Flavor Flav + Chuck D & Flavor Flav]
As the rhythm's designed to bounce, what counts is that the
Rhyme's designed to fill your mind, now that you've
Realized the pride's arrived, we got to
Pump the stuff to make ya tough, from the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize, make a change, nothin's strange
People, people! We are the same, no—
We're not the same 'cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't get
Careless! You say, "What is this?"
My beloved, let's get down
To business, mental self-defensive fitness
Bum-rush the show!
You gotta go for what you know
To make everybody see! In order to
Fight the powers that be ("Lemme hear you say—")
[Chorus: Chuck D & Flavor Flav + Chuck D + Flavor Flav]
Fight the power!
Fight the power! ("Lemme hear you say—")
Fight the power!
Fight the power! ("Lemme hear you say—")
Fight the power!
Fight the power! ("Lemme hear you say—")
Fight the power!
We've got to fight the powers that be
[Post-Chorus instrumental]
[Chorus: Chuck D & Flavor Flav + Chuck D + Flavor Flav]
Fight the power! ("Lemme hear you say—")
Fight the power!
Fight the power! ("Lemme hear you say—")
Fight the power!
Fight the power! ("Lemme hear you say—")
Fight the power!
We've got to fight the powers that be
[Verse 3: Chuck D + Flavor Flav + Chuck D & Flavor Flav]
Elvis was a hero to most, but he—
Elvis was a hero to most—
Elvis was a hero to most, but he
Never meant shit to me, you see, straight out
Racist—that sucker was simple and plain
Motherfuck him and John Wayne! 'Cause I'm Black and
I'm proud, I'm ready, I'm hyped, plus I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
Sample a look back; you look and find nothing
But rednecks for 400 years, if you check
"Don't Worry Be Happy" was a number-one jam
Damn, if I say it, you can slap me right here
Get it—let's get this party
Started right, right on, c'mon!
What we got to say?
Power to the people, no delay
Make everybody see, in order to
Fight the powers that be
[Chorus: Chuck D & Flavor Flav + Chuck D + Flavor Flav]
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
We've got to fight the powers that be
[Post-Chorus instrumental]
[Bridge: Chuck D & Flavor Flav + Chuck D + Flavor Flav]
What we got to say?
Fight the power!
What we got to say?
Fight the power! C'mon!
What we got to say?
Fight the power!
What we got to say?
Fight the power! C'mon!
[Outro: Flavor Flav + ? + Chuck D]
Yo, check this out, man
Ok, talk to me about the future of Public Enemy
The future of Public Enemy got a—
[Produced by The Bomb Squad]28 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 6 | 1,989 | 575,376 |
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1,378 | Bottoms Up | Trey Songz | [Intro: Trey Songz]
Yeah (Kane is in the building, nigga)
It's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
It's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Leggo
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ayy, what's in ya cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up, up, up
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
You know what it is, girl, we back up in this thang
Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walkin' bank
Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha thank
If I go get these bottles, we go alcohol insane
[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
See Trey Songz LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ayy, what's in ya cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up, up, up
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
My vision's blurred, my words slurred
It's jam-packed, a million girls
And I ain't tryna leave, though
We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero
[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side
[Chorus: Trey Songz & Nicki Minaj]
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ayy, what's in ya cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Uh-huh), throw ya hands up (Uh)
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Uh), bottoms up, up, up (Yo)
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Could I get that 'trón? Could I get that Remy?
Could I get that Coke? Could I get that Henny?
Could I get that margarita on the rock-rock-rocks?
Could I get that salt all around that rim, rim, rim, rim?
Trey, I was like, "Yo, Trey
Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rosé?"
Okay, let's get it now
I'm with a bad bitch, he's with his friends
I don't say, "Hi", I say, "Keys to the Benz"
Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz
Motherfuckin' right, yeah, V to the 10
If a bitch tryna get cute I'ma stomp her
Throw a lot of money at her then yell, "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
Then yell, "Fuck her!"
Then I'mma go get my Louisville Slugger
Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady
I rep Young Money, you know, Slim, Baby?
And we be doing donuts while we wavin' the .380
We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin', "All around the world
Do you hear me?", "Do you like my body? Anna Nicki"
Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, you're so explosive
Say, "Hi" to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now, bottoms up and double my dosage
[Chorus: Trey Songz & Nicki Minaj]
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ayy, what's in ya cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
It's not that I'm drunk, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm on that
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up (I'm beat)
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up, up, up
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm good, I'm good
[Outro: Nicki Minaj & Trey Songz]
Trigga Trey, Nicki M., let's get it
Bottoms up (C'mere!), bottoms up, bottoms up
I-I-I-I I am Zolanski (Bottoms up)
I'm Roman (Bottoms up)
Yeah30 | RBSoul | 13 | 7 | 2,010 | 600,882 |
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1,380 | A Bathing Harry | Lupe Fiasco | [Verse]
Catch me I'm balling, catch me I'm balling
Catch me like Spalding, catch me like Rawlings
If he indeed the MC, vitamin like GNC
Can't see me like BIG on CMT
Did a little bit of time on BMG
But this right here homie, this all me
Can you be down, nah, nigga C.M.B
That's cold, that ain't nice G
So what though, little homie remind me of Ice-T
By the way we share the same birthday
The word play is work but pimping is easy
So catch me I'm balling
I'm sick too if you ain't catch me like coughing
Back when I said you should catch me like Rawlings
It's cool, cause most cats that I bump into can't catch me that often
Most times they just end up falling
Ball for a few then end up walking
Catch me in the ball with a Cinderella waltzing
And I do it until it's no longer exclusive
Might go once, might go twice
But never three times like an auction to it
See I, walk into it, I do my thang
And tell a homie that it's cool to let y'all into itYou might also like | Hip-HopRap | 10 | 3 | 2,006 | 5,677 |
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1,381 | Fuck You | Dr. Dre | [Intro: Girl on answering machine]
Hi, baby
I know you're under a lot of pressure at your work and all
And I do understand
You have no idea how much I understand
But you also don't have any idea how much I love you
I love you so much
I think about you, I feel you in my arms
I miss you, I miss you terribly
I've just always wanted someone like you in my life
I love you so much that I'd do anything, I'd do anything
I'll be your perfect woman for you
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
I just wanna fuck bad bitches
For all them nights I never had bitches
Now I'm all up in that ass, bitches
Mad at your boyfriend, ain't 'cha?
You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya
And gotta thank ya for that head clinic
Explicit, hella photogenic
And tell your friends where the dick's at
Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate
Before you kiss 'em, use Colgate
She swallowed it, yeah, the bitch took the whole eight
And ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it
And Hittman hit it; damn, bitches
Man, this is what I'm talkin' 'bout
Chicken head, chicken fed, with a dick in your mouth
Out and about with your nigga like it never took place
(AirTouch me) Next time you need a taste
You might also like[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
I just wanna fuck you
No touchin' and rubbin', girl
You've got a husband who loves you
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuck you
We can't be kissin' and huggin', girl
You've got a husband who loves you
You need to give him your quality time
[Verse 2: Devin the Dude]
You got the number, it's on you to make the call
You know I come quick, help you redecorate your walls
Cut your backyard, don’t have to act hard to get the cock
And if I'm going too far, I take it out and wipe it off
And put it back up, and keep goin’
You tryin' to hide it from your husband, but I know he be knowin'
That your pussy's been tampered with
Did you show him that new trick
Of how you can make it smoke a cancer stick?
You be workin' it like a dancer, bitch; it's hard on me
Not to give you all of my time that you wanted
You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
I'd rather spend my mornin’ diggin' through some records instead
But tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases
Hook up somewhere and exchange some Fuck Faces
I know your man's lookin’ for ya, he's always tryna run ya
Don't worry 'bout me handcuffin', girl, 'cause I just wanna
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Fuck with you on the sneak tip, on some creep shit
So what you gon' do, you freak bitch?
You actin’ like you don't do dicks
That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin' with
Baby was a virgin, that's what she said
So I gave her some Hennessy, she gave me some head
I fucked her on the floor, so I wouldn't mess up my bed
Then Lil' 1⁄2 Dead put his dick on her head
Take that bitch home and give her a bone
And give her the number to my cellular phone
Now she's blowin' up my pager, the shit's gettin' major
A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her
Somethin' to go by and bitches know why
Stuff dick in they mouth and then I'm out (See ya)
24/7, Dre, Snoop and Devin
We servin' these hoes and never lovin' these hoes (Biatch)
[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
I just wanna fuck you
No touchin' and rubbin', girl
You've got a husband who loves you
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuck you
We can't be kissin' and huggin', girl
You've got a husband who loves you
You need to give him your quality time29 | Hip-HopRap | 16 | 11 | 1,999 | 308,735 |
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1,382 | Salt Shaker | Ying Yang Twins | [Chorus: Kaine and (Lil Jon)]
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean
Roll like an 18-wheeler
That ho fine, but this ho a killer
She's leaking! She's soaking wet
She leaking! Soaking wet
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
[Verse 1: Kaine]
P-Popping till you percolate
First booty on duty, no time to wait
Make it work, with your wet t-shirt
Bitch you gotta shake it till your calf muscle hurt
Say the heels on your feet, strap around your ankles
Jegga jegga jegga
Call that bitch Bojangles
Juicy like fruit or douche like coup Deville
Lucy get loose on the goose for real
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
Five dollars get your ass a table dance
If you got 10 then bring a friend
Ho shake your ass till the song end
If you ain't wit' it, well go on, then!
We ain't no boys, we grown men
If you ain't gonna dance, well don't then!
Why you wanna waste a nigga's song, then?
Sittin' your ass down doing nothing?
You might also like[Chorus: Kaine and (Lil Jon)]
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean
Roll like an 18-wheeler
That ho fine, but this ho killer
She's leaking! She's soaking wet
She leaking! Soaking wet
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
[Line Dancing Portion - Lil Jon]
Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it
Bounce that ass up & down; make a nigga want it
Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it
Bounce that ass up & down; make a nigga want it
Roll that ass round & round like a motherfucking wheel
Shake that shit, this ain't no motherfuckin drill!
Roll that ass round & round like a motherfucking wheel
Shake that shit this ain't no motherfucking drill!
Get crunk with, get loose with it
Like Short said: let Bruce Bruce hit it!
Get crunk with it, get loose with it
Like Short said: let Bruce Bruce hit it
Shake that ass real fast then stop (aw shit!)
Shake that ass real fast then stop (aw shit!)
Shake that ass real fast then drop (aw shit!)
Shake that ass real fast then drop (aw shit!)
[Chorus: Kaine and (Lil Jon)]
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean
Roll like an 18-wheeler
That ho fine, but this ho a killer
She's leaking! She's soaking wet
She leaking! Soaking wet
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
[Verse 3: Kaine]
Shake it like a dollar, 5, or 10
But what would you do for a twenty twen?
Get on the stage shake that ass, then
Get on the pole do a backbend
I like that! Do it again!
Here's another 10 bitch, do it again
Work it like a game that you playing to win
Make that pussy fart for the Ying Yang Twins
[Verse 4: D-Roc]
16 bitches in thongs in 1 club
The home of the thick redbones and big butts
Game spittin' bitches splitting all on the floor
Bonafide, can't deny it, certified pro
On the pole upside down (is she for real?)
69ed plenty of times to pay her bills
By day she's a clerk, by night she turn stripper
You're not even dating
You just trying so you can tip her!
[Chorus: Kaine and (Lil Jon)]
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean
Roll like an 18-wheeler
That ho fine, but this ho a killer
She's leaking! She's soaking wet
She leaking! Soaking wet
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)3 | Hip-HopRap | 16 | 9 | 2,003 | 149,312 |
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1,383 | Bitch Please | Snoop Dogg | [Intro: Xzibit]
Yeah, time to bring your ass to the table, y’all
It’s X to the Z, Xzibit, yeah
Snoop double D, uh, OG
(Where you at? West Coast, Los Angeles)
What
Bringin' it live, Dr. Dre, what
Throwin' up a big ass W
Coverin' up the world, right
Yeah, ha
Listen, look
[Verse 1: Xzibit]
You ain't tryna hot box with me, I swig hard liquor
Goin' down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backin' down from a conflict
Fuck the nonsense! Terrorist, here to bomb shit
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
And reason why niggas with problems keep on steppin'
Xzibit ready to scrap like Mike Tyson with his license back
9 to 5 minimum wage? What type of life is that?
For me? It's blasphemy, you fuckin' around
With the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X
Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin', tryna stack my loot
While other rappers gettin' Treated Like a Prostitute
So check the SoundScan
See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Refrain 1: Snoop Dogg]
All I wanna be was a G, ha
My whole life, nigga please, ha
Breakin' off these motherfuckin' keys, ha
Let's get these motherfuckin' G's, ha
Nigga, you don't wanna fuck with this
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Oh, no, Big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the heezy, baby
You jockin' my style? You so crazy
Dre say, ain't no limit to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit
Look here, bitch, you fine and I dig your style
Come fuck with a nigga and do it doggy style
I'll be gentle, sentimental
Shit, we fucked in the rental
Lincoln Continental
Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago
[Refrain 2: Snoop Dogg]
(Yeah, nigga, you know what's happenin', man) I get this pussy everywhere that I go
(These bitches know what time it is) Ask the bitches in your hood 'cause they know (Hell yeah)
(Hoes know about a nigga like me, man) I get this pussy everywhere that I go
(I pimp these hoes, nigga, ha-ha) Ask the bitches in your hood 'cause they know
[Verse 3: Xzibit]
Bitch, please!
Get down on your Goddamn knees
For this money, chronic, clothes and weed (Look)
Look, you fuckin' with some real O.G.'s, bitch please
Bitch, please!
Get down on your motherfuckin' knees
We came to get the motherfuckin' cheese
Yeah, you fuckin' wit' some real O.G.’s, you dick tease
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Bitch, please!
Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dope (Fo' real)
Different strokes (Huh-uh) for different folks
Oh, you like settin' niggas up and gettin' them locs?
A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart
Shit gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she got a lick for me (Well, hook it up)
Worth about 200 G's and 30 ki's!
Now check this out, Dre: now, if I don't move
Then a nigga like me, shit, I don't lose
But you know me, dog, I'm movin'!
Ain't nothing’ to it but to get to groovin'
You've been waitin' on a nigga like me (What's that?)
To take that chance and rob your man and beat up the pussy
A victim of the circumstance
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
See we go out with a bang (Bang, bang)
I'm tryin' to work this cold thang
And take this whole thang
[Refrain 3: Snoop Dogg]
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho’ (Fo' sho’)
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho’ (Fo' sho’)
[Outro: Nate Dogg]
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claimin’ D.P.G. till the day I d-i-e
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claimin’ D.P.G. till the day I d-i-e
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claimin’ D.P.G. till the day I d-i-e
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claimin’ D.P.G. till the day I d-i-e25 | Hip-HopRap | 29 | 4 | 1,999 | 111,947 |
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1,385 | Intergalactic | Beastie Boys | [Chorus]
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
[Verse 1: Mike D]
Well, now, don't you tell me to smile
You stick around, I'll make it worth your while
Got numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe it's because I'm so versatile
Style, profile
[Verse 2: Ad-Rock]
I said it always brings me back when I hear "Ooh child"
From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the marathons 'til the very last mile
[Verse 3: MCA]
Well, if you battle me, I will revile
People always saying my style is wild
You've got gall, you've got guile (Guile)
To step to me, I’m a rapophile
You might also like[Verse 4: Mike D]
If you wanna battle, you're in denial
Coming from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead; put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile
[Chorus]
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
[Verse 5: Ad-Rock]
Jazz and AWOL, that's our team
Step inside the party, disrupt the whole scene
When it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend
I like my sugar with coffee and cream
[Verse 6: MCA]
Well, I gotta keep it going, keep it going full steam
Too sweet to be sour; too nice to be mean
Well, on the tough guy style, I'm not too keen
Trying to change the world, I will plot and scheme
[Verse 7: Mike D]
Mario C likes to keep it clean (Clean)
Goin' to shine like a sunbeam
Keep on rapping 'cause that's my dream
Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes
[Verse 8: Ad-Rock]
Now when it comes to envy, y'all is green
Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine ('tine)
Another dimension, new galaxy
Intergalactic planetary
[Chorus]
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
[Verse 9: MCA]
We're from the family tree of old school hip-hop
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks
The rhymes will spread just like a pox
'Cause the music is live, like an electric shock
[Verse 10: Mike D]
I am known to do the wop (Wop)
Also known for the Flintstone Flop
Tammy D getting biz on the crop (Crop)
Beastie Boys known to let the beat
“MMM, D-r-r-rop!”
Do it
[Verse 11: Ad-Rock]
Now, when I wrote graffiti, my name was Slop
If my rap's soup, my beats is stock
Step from the table when I start to chop
I'm the lumberjack, DJ Adrock
[Verse 12: MCA]
If you try to knock me, you'll get mocked
I'll stir fry you in my wok
Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock
[Chorus]
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
[Outro]
Do it36 | Punk | 12 | 5 | 1,998 | 304,605 |
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1,386 | Muhammad Walks | Lupe Fiasco | [Intro]
A'udhu Billahi min ash-shaytaan-i'r rajeem. Bismillah-i'r Rahman-i'r Raheem
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
This is one's for all my brothers and sisters who died in Iraq, Israel, Afghanistan and right here in America
(Jesus Walks)
[Hook]
Abraham Taught
Muhammad Taught
And Moses split the sea
(Jesus Walk with me)
I ain't tryin' to profit off the prophets so this one here's for free
[Verse 1]
G's up along with Muhammad and Jesus
In the Quran they call him Isa
Don't think Osama and Saddam is our leader
We pray for peace, but the drama intrigues us
All, so we fall for the illusions of the beast
So instead of tryin' to teach we show our teeth
Same God, different beliefs
Hijabs, Sunday clothes, yarmulke, kufi, same mission beneath
We all tryin' to get to where the sufferin' ends
In front of the Most High bein' judged for our sins
Can't front from the Most High, so the struggle
Continues
You, every bee, bird and tree, he, her and me
We virtually on the same boat
With the same goats, on the same sea
Tryin' to stay afloat, and put the devil in the yoke
With a couple of God's quotes
You might also like[Hook]
Abraham Taught
Muhammad Taught
And Moses split the sea
(Jesus Walk with me)
I ain't tryin' to profit off the prophets so this one here's for free
Ash-had an la ilaha illa llah
(Astaghfirullah)
[Hook]
Abraham Taught
Muhammad Taught
And Moses split the sea
(Jesus Walk with me)
I ain't tryin' to profit off the prophets so this one here's for free
[Verse 2]
And to the sisters and the mothers of ours
Who cover theyselves cause they're lovers of God
The Creator of the worlds, Sculptor of the stars
During Hajj, we walk, through Ramadan, we starve
Though you not eatin', there's a feedin' of the mind
A defeatin' of the demons, a seein' of the signs
A leanin' on the lines from the surahs
Getting purer, God deemed it unclean
(There's no eatin' of the swine)
Nor drinkin' of the wine
We all bend to his whims, so I send out greetings to my kind
I’m cordial to Mr. Norful, Mrs. Adams you’re the theme song when I’m battling
Creflo, player, what’s happening? I can hear the truth in your rappings
(No)
Sex before you marry
No grudges
You should carry, no lyin'
Not supposed to be gamblin'
[Hook]
Abraham Taught
Muhammad Taught
And Moses split the sea
(Jesus Walk with me)
I ain't tryin' to profit off the prophets so this one here's for free
(I know it sounds familiar)
We all the same man
It's all a game, man
The devil hate each and every one of us exactly the same
(I wanna walk like Jesus, I wanna talk like Jesus, sall Allāhu ʿalay-hi wa-sallam)
[Verse 3]
You know
(uh)
And to my Akh's tryin to stay on their deen
It gets mean especially when you stay on the scene
And at the same time tryna stay out of trouble
But don't forget the blessin' is in the struggle
The Most Forgiving will forgive it if you stay repentant
And hustle
You gotta stay on your salats, your zakats, your Qur'an
To my homies and miskeen
Astaghfirullah
Allah forgive us all
For we all are sinners
Bless us to be among the winners
When it ends
But until then please strengthen the mission within our hearts
All praise is due to God
(Amen)
Tellin' it how it was taught to me
I ain't tryin' to sell it, can be bought for free
This is how it is
Now how it ought to be
Muhammad talk to me
Jesus walk with me
I hope
[Hook, x2]
Abraham Taught
Muhammad Taught
And Moses split the sea
(Jesus Walk with me)
I ain't tryin' to profit off the prophets so this one here's for free9 | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,005 | 59,607 |
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1,387 | Smooth Operator | Sade | [Intro]
He's laughing with another girl
And playing with another heart
Placing high stakes, making hearts ache
He's loved in seven languages
Diamond nights and ruby lights
High in the sky
Heaven help him when he falls
[Verse 1]
Diamond life lover boy
He moves in space with minimum waste and maximum joy
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights
[Pre-Chorus]
No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
The sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending but somewhere to start
[Chorus]
No need to ask
He's a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
You might also like[Post-Chorus]
Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago: Western male
Across the North and South, to Key Largo: love for sale
[Verse 2]
Face-to-face, each classic case
We shadowbox and double-cross
Yet need the chase
[Pre-Chorus]
A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels; his heart is cold
[Chorus]
No need to ask
He's a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
[Post-Chorus]
Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago: Western male
Across the North and South, to Key Largo: love for sale
[Outro]
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator27 | Soul | 15 | 9 | 1,984 | 289,891 |
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1,389 | Under Pressure | Dr. Dre | [Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
The long-awaited Detox, trick
‘Cause maybe I don’t wanna stop, maybe I don’t wanna quit
Maybe I like hoes, maybe I don’t want a wife, maybe I’m psycho
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m strapped right now, just maybe
Maybe it’s a relapse
Maybe I’m high right now; where the weed at?
Maybe this is ER
Maybe I’m a real doc' and this is CPR
Maybe we need to breathe some life in this shit
Maybe we are the life of this shit
Maybe I'm a fiend out for another hit
Maybe I’m just crazy (Crazy)
What they say? (What they say?) Sak pase (Sak pase)
Nap boulé (nap boulé) Ayyy
[Interlude: Jay-Z]
Ugh, ahh
Dre, I think I need my sponsor
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I’m just outta contro-o-ol
Maybe I got hoes, every little city I go, like potholes
We tryna grow, but I just can’t seen her
I’m havin’ trouble cleanin’ up, I’m like FEMA
All these little haters got me back with the Nina
Got me bringin’ guns to work, Gilbert Arenas
Unh, I don’t know if it’s the Goose talkin’
But you know they say the liquor get your truth talkin’
Maybe I should be somewhere in the group talkin’
I’m addicted to coupes and takin’ roofs off ‘em
I’m addicted to watches, Heckler and Koches
Them bow-legged girls from the projects
It’s Bed-Stuy in this bitch (Bed-Stuy!)
Dre, what’s up? (It’s Westside over here)
I’m in this party, I’m up to no good
And I should be duckin’ these clubs, Tiger Woods
You might also like[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
I smoke (I smoke), I drink (I drink)
I’m supposed to stop, but I can’t
Nigga, don’t ask why (Ask why), I get high (I get high)
I’m just livin’ my mo’fuckin’ life
So what? I’m drunk (I’m drunk)
And I’m a weedhead (Weedhead)
And I’ma treat every day like the weekend
Headfirst off the deep end
Yeah, you know what’s happenin’
I’m just relapsin’4 | Hip-HopRap | null | 4 | 2,010 | 16,972 |
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1,392 | Murder Murder | Eminem | [Chorus: 2Pac, Swifty McVay & Masta Ace]
All I see is murder murder, my mindstate
Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate
All I see is murder murder, my mindstate
Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill
All I see is murder murder, my mindstate
Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate
All I see is murder murder, my mindstate
Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Left the keys in the van with a gat in each hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan if a citizen bystands
This shit is in my hands, here's your lifespan
And for what your life's worth, this money is twice than
Grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland
See, I'm a nice man, but money turned me to Satan
I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydratin'
Hurry up with the cash, bitch, I got a ride waitin'
Shot a man twice in the back when he tried skatin'
I want the whole pie, I won't be denied Nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened
Brain contemplatin', clean out the register
Dip before somebody catches ya
Or gets your description and sketches ya
Then connects you as the prime suspect
But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
'Cause I got a daughter to feed
And two hundred dollars ain't enough to water the seed
The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell
And hit up Chess King and have the lady at the desk bring
Money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin' a MAC
Co-operate and we can operate and save an attack
This bitch tried escapin' the jack (Ah!)
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for her to be smoked
Then I slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke
Just then the pigs bust in yellin', "Freeze!"
But I'm already wanted for sellin' ki's
And a bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spellin' bees
So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
I bust shots, they bust back
Hit me square in the chest, wasn't wearin' a vest
You might also like[Chorus: 2Pac, Swifty McVay & Masta Ace]
All I see is murder murder, my mindstate
Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate
All I see is murder murder, my mindstate
Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill
All I see is murder murder, my mindstate
Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate
All I see is murder murder, my mindstate
Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Left the house, pullin' out the drive, backin' out
Blew the back end out this lady's Jag, started blackin' out
Pulled the MAC-10 out
Stuck it in her face: "Shut your yackin' mouth
'Fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp!"
Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
Figured, "Fuck it—mug her while you're there," jacked her up
Stole her car and made a profit
Grabbed the tape from out the deck and loft it
Out the window like the girl in Set It Off did
Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal
Drove it through somebody's yard, dove into they swimmin' pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive, but I'm injured badly though
Parents screamin', "Johnny, go in and call the police!
Tell 'em there's a crazy man disturbing all of the peace!"
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Actin' like they never seen nobody hit a lick before
Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores, the price triples
I ran up the block jumpin' kids on tricycles
And collided with an eighty-year-old lady with groceries
There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties
Stood up and started to see stars
Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, musta been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed the back of a movin' dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I musta dropped a Beanie Baby
Fuck it, I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag hollerin', "truce-truce!" (Don't shoot!)
And surrendered my weapon to cops
Wasn't me, it was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps
[Chorus: 2Pac, Swifty McVay & Masta Ace]
All I see is murder murder, my mindstate
Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate
All I see is murder murder, my mindstate
Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill24 | Rap | 6 | 12 | 1,997 | 106,881 |
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1,394 | Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Pts. 1-5 | Pink Floyd | [Part 1 (0:00-3:53): Instrumental]
[Part 2 (3:53-6:26): Instrumental]
[Part 3 (6:26-8:40): Instrumental]
[Part 4 (8:40-11:08)]
[Verse 1: Roger Waters]
Remember when you were young
You shone like the Sun
[Refrain: Roger Waters & David Gilmour]
Shine on, you crazy diamond
[Verse 2: Roger Waters]
Now there's a look in your eyes
Like black holes in the sky
[Refrain: Roger Waters & David Gilmour]
Shine on, you crazy diamond
[Chorus 1: Roger Waters]
You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze
Come on, you target for faraway laughter
Come on, you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine
You might also like[Verse 3: Roger Waters]
You reached for the secret too soon
You cried for the Moon
[Refrain: Roger Waters & David Gilmour]
Shine on, you crazy diamond
[Verse 4: Roger Waters]
Threatened by shadows at night
And exposed in the light
[Refrain: Roger Waters & David Gilmour]
Shine on (Shine on), you crazy diamond (You crazy diamond)
[Chorus 2: Roger Waters]
Well, you wore out your welcome with random precision
Rode on the steel breeze
Come on, you raver, you seer of visions
Come on, you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine
[Part 5 (11:08-13:31): Instrumental]75 | Prog-RockArt Rock | 12 | 9 | 1,975 | 497,645 |
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1,395 | Blasphemy | 2Pac | [Intro: This Week In Bible Prophecy]
God has a plan, and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan
Through the message of prophecy
God sent Jesus into this world to be our savior
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity
For my life and your life
As long as we're cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
Unless the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy
[Intro: 2Pac]
2Pac, don't start that blasphemy in here!
Makaveli, the new breed
And I remember what my pops told me
The new word, follow me
Remember what my pops told me
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
Strugglin', known to hustle, screamin', "fuck they feelings!"
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this:
"Nigga, get off your ass if you plan to be rich!
There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two
Know niggas gon' hate you for whatever you do
Now, rule one: get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's Money Over Bitches, 'cause they breed envy
Now, rule two is a hard one: watch for phonies
Keep your enemies close, nigga, watch your homies"
It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me, I smiled
Picture jewels bein' handed to an innocent child
I never knew, in my lifetime, I'd live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studyin' rules
Now, papa ain't around, so I gotta recall
Or come to grips with bein' written on my enemy's walls
Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
I got words for my comrades, listen and learn
Ain't nothin' free, get back what you earned
No doubt, gettin' higher than a motherfucka, bless me, please
This Thug Life'll be the death of me
C'mon, yeah
You might also like[Bridge: 2Pac]
And I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my pops told me
Blasphemy!
[Hook: Prince Ital Joe & 2Pac]
Nuf for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord
Dem a tell nuff lie, but holdin' my bird in a cloud
(Remember what my pops told me)
Using the name of the lord in vain
(blas-blas-blasphemy, blasphemy)
(Remember what my pops told me)
While de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
We pro'ly in Hell, already, our dumb asses not knowin'
Everybody kissin' ass to go to Heaven ain't goin'
Put my soul on it, I'm fightin' devil niggas daily
Plus the media be crucifyin' brothers severely
Tell me I ain't God's son; nigga, momma a virgin
We got evicted, had to leave the 'burbs
Back in the ghetto, doin' wild shit
Lookin' at the sun don't pay
Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day
They say Moses split the Red Sea
I split the blunt and rolled a fat one up, deadly
Babylon beware, comin' for the Pharoah's kids
Retaliation, makin' legends off the shit we did
Still bullshittin', niggas in Jerusalem waitin' for signs
God comin', she's just takin' her time (Haha!)
Livin' by the Nile, while the water flow
I’m contemplatin' plots, wonderin' where the thought’ll go
Brothas gettin' shot, comin' back resurrected
It's just that raw shit, nigga, check it (That raw shit)
[Bridge: 2Pac]
And I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Blasphemy!
[Hook: Prince Ital Joe & 2Pac]
Nuff a dem a steal in the name of the lord
Dem a tell nuff lie, but holding a bird in a cloud
(Remember what my pops told me)
Using the name of the lord in vain
(Remember what my pops told me)
While de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain
(What!)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
The preacher want me buried, why? 'Cause I know he a liar
Have you ever seen a crackhead? That's eternal fire
Why you got these kids' minds thinkin' that they evil?
While the preacher bein' freaky, you say, "honor God's people"
Should we cry when the Pope die? My request:
We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X
Mama, tell me: am I wrong? Is God just another cop
Waitin' to beat my ass if I don't go pop?
Memories of a past time, givin' up cash to the leaders
Knowin' damn well they ain't gonna feed us
In my brain, how can you explain time in B.C.?
It's hard enough to live, now, in these times of greed
They say Jesus is a kind man
Well, he should understand times in this crime land
My thug nation, do what you gotta do
But know you gotta change
Try to find a way to make it out the game
I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure
Is Heaven just another door? I leave this here
I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure
Is Heaven just another door? And my people say
[Hook: Prince Ital Joe & 2Pac]
Nuff a dem a steal in the name of the lord
Dem a tell nuff lie, but holding a bird in a cloud
(Remember what my pops told me)
Using the name of the lord in vain
(Can't I remember what my poppa told me, blasphemy)
While de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain
[Collision]
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done
In Earth as it is in Heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
As we give up our debts
As we forgive our debt-ors
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For God's is the kingdom and the power
And the glory forever and ever and ever26 | Gangsta Rap | 5 | 11 | 1,996 | 260,876 |
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1,396 | 1st of The Month | Cam’ron | [Verse 1 - Jim Jones]
Ayo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a crew
We're more like a movement, more like in tune with
The moon and the stars
Some say I'll soon be doomed for them bars
But I could be caught - pissy clubs
Saloons and some bars
Industry think that they grooming a star - nah
I'm more like a thug misproving the odds
Run around my city all crazy
With my goons in some cars
[Bridge - Cam'ron]
I tell 'em
Wake up, wake up
Gotta go get that cake up, break up
Divide that payroll, ayo
Go get that yayo, yayo
Killa, paper, holla at Pedro
On the 8-0 and wait for my son, the lay low
Ba' bro
[Cam'ron]
When I beef, names will be said, tool will be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news will get read
Cause what I deal with is usually feds
On the first
You might also like[Hook]
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
It's the first of the month
Yayo yayo! Yayo yayo!
It's the first of the month
[Verse 2 - Juelz Santana]
Now I'm the type of dude
Post up, sell drugs on your property
Stone cold hustler, ain't no fucking denying me
I sell drugs in varieties: You want it? I got it
You see it, you like it
We count it, you buy it from me
I'm what the people call a "menace to the public society"
Fuck 'em I'm riding, my gun on the side of me
Fuck it, I'm driving, I'm puffing, high as can be
I'm speeding, I'm weaving
I'm bugging, my eye on the street
Cam signed to the Roc, it's time that we eat
Harlem's back, this time it's for keeps
You rolling or not?
The Takeover's now, y'all focused or not?
We been ready it's just that our promotion was not
But I can't blame no one for this, I'm all right with that
Can't be racist cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I'mma milk these crackers
For all their milk and crackers
Until I'm rich and these mills don't matter
You niggas follow my plot?
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block
I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses
Black, British and Walter, the phone call will cost ya'
Keep rolling in them caravans acting
We got big trucks with chrome Taliban action
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in
T-Money's home and he's never going back in
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Cam'ron]
Aiyo, I swear to God, you think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers
How you older than me and still a little nigga?
On the first, I hate these chickens
Get their check, hair, nails done
Steak and chicken for the fridge
And their kids fly.. I ain't open, friend
On the 11th, you gonna be broke again
Word to Jehova man, hoes in they shoes
Barking like a Doberman
Coming to see Cam for some coke again
[Jim Jones]
Shit, it's the first of the month
Yo, I'm the first on the block for the cycle
A rock that is first like shoots from a rifle
See they tainted our image
It's fucked up how the game painted our image
They say we dangerous people
Why? Because we sell caine to the people
That don't be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal
The first and fifteenth's got some restraints on my people | Comics and Games | null | null | null | null |
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1,397 | Xxplosive | Dr. Dre | [Chorus: Hittman]
Xxplosive, West Coast shit
My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back
Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm
Now I'm saying "Thank you" 'cause they tell me my shit's the bomb
Xxplosive
For my niggas drinking Cognac, smoking weed, always pack
More than one firearm, chrome rims, riding on
Chronic in your system, let me know my shit's the bomb
Xxplosive
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
West Coast shit, nigga
Over-dosage, imperial pistols ferocious
Fuck a bitch, don't tease, bitch, striptease, bitch
Eat a bowl of these, bitch, gobble a dick
Hoes forgot to eat a dick and shut the fuck up (Fuck up, bitch)
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up. and get my cash (Cash)
Backhanded, pimp-slapped backwards, and left stranded
Just pop your collar, pimp convention, hoes for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce Impala
Pimping hoes from Texas to Guatemala
Bitch niggas pay for hoes (Hoes) just to lay with hoes (Hoes)
Relax one night and pay to stay with hoes (Hoes)
Captain Save-'Em-All-Day (Bitch), well, save this dick
Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch
You ain't into hittin' pussy or hittin' a switch
You into hitting bitches off with a grip, you punk bitch
You might also like[Verse 2: Nate Dogg]
All my real dogs still kick it with me
All my down hoes still trickin’ with me
All the true gangstas know
Nate ain't never love no hoe
All the hoodrats still shake it for me
All my true fans still checkin’ for me
All the real smokers know
Nate ain't passin’ nothin’ but dope
Indeed
Real trees
Chronic leaves
No seeds
When I met you last night, baby
Before I blew your mind (Blew, blew, blew your mind)
I thought we had a chance, lady
No more—now that I'm sober, you ain't that fine, mm-mm
Don't wanna treat you wrong
Don't wanna lead you on
Here, baby, hit the bong
While the West Coast rolls along
(While we) Still making gangsta hits
(You be) Still jockin' gangsta dicks
Damn, girl, you think you're slick?
Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch
[Verse 3: Six2]
I got these freaky hoes clapping they hands, stomping they feet
Every now and then, they put they mouth on me
Nowadays, a G like me can't even call it
A 23-year-old pussy fiend and freakaholic
Pimping bitches on the regular, I put that on the G
A hustler and a player: Nowadays, it pays to be
Let me drop some shit about this bitch I used to know
She gave your boy the head and said, "Don't let nobody know"
A bona fide pro, I had to grab the ho
She got freaky in your '64, I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin' the ho for four days, pimpery pays
And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the Mo'
They be beeping me and shit, but we don't kick it no more
Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts
But bitch, I'm out your pussy when I nut, for real
[Outro: Hittman]
Xxplosive!51 | Hip-HopRap | 16 | 11 | 1,999 | 369,964 |
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1,398 | Fuck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody’s Celebratin’) | Dr. Dre | [Intro: Dr. Dre]
Hah, yeah
Hell yeah
Hah, know what I'm saying?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard from fuckin' your road dogs
The hoods you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth
Make ya bow down to the Row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, lil' ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah, it's me so I'ma talk on
Stomping on the easiest streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud and stay low-key
B.G., 'cause you lost all your homie's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you
You might also like[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
You better raise up
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
We have your mothafuckin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker
We want Eazy! We want Eazy! We want Eazy!
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play with my bone, would ya, Timmy?
It seems like you're good for making jokes about your jimmy
Well, here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was a 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talking about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg? "Oh, is he crazy?"
With your mama and your daddy hollering "Baby!"
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre, nigga, you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even swangin' them thangs
I'm hollerin' 187 with my dick in your mouth, biatch
[Interlude: RBX]
Yeah, nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit, get your motherfuckin' cranium cracked, nigga, step on up
Now, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke, so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R
Yeah, motherfucker (The shit done hit the fan)
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]
Now understand this, my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bending over so Luke's getting fucked, buster
Must've thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity made you speak what you spoke (Yeah)
Ayo, Dre (What up?) Chip this nigga off, loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with
Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on your tonsils
While you're on stage rappin' at your wack-ass concert
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
And show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride
Now you might not understand me
'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gonna creep to South Central
On a street knowledge mission as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryna check my homie, you best check yourself
'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker (Yeah, nigga)
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed, bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin' with me (Fuckin' with me)
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre droppin' chronic once again
It don't stop
Punishin' punk motherfuckers real quick-like
Compton style, nigga
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Yeah, Long Beach is in the motherfuckin' house
Yeah, yeah, straight up
Really, though
Breaking all them suckas off something real proper-like
You know what I'm sayin'?
All them sucka-ass niggas can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke can eat a fat dick
Yeah (Yeah)51 | Hip-HopRap | 20 | 5 | 1,993 | 624,233 |
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1,400 | Look In The Mirror (Remix) | Yo Gotti | [Intro: Yo Gotti]
6 in the morning, I’m gonna call Wale
Tell J. Cole meet us down in the A
And bring Wiz Khalifa cause the green look pure
We some real niggas
We just looking in the mirror
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I'm on fire, whole hood blazing
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror
Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror
Who you heard see when you look in the mirror?
If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror
[Verse 1: Wale]
D.C. all up in this bitch
Bout time I got my respect
And now these hoes are on my line
Like Sallie Mae on college debt
Gotti here, I’m in this shit
Here's your nigga, come hear this year
I bet you hear that white music
But I don’t mean Top 40 hits
Talk to the mirror
And I don’t need a cure
And when I’m done with this muthafucker
You’ll need an urn
Shopping I’ll be in Paris
Plottin' don’t even worry
You walk in my closet your favorite stylist will be emburrsed
You out where, we don't ever see ya
My niggas out here, they spot me like Chippy D
And I’m probably smoking reefer til I got that emphysema
How else can I emphasize I’ll only let the mirror see ya
You might also like[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
It go microphone check, one, two, yola
Two chains, two guns, he bipolar
Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two Rovers
That's too many problems, too late to think over
The cars off the showroom, the clothes off the mannequin
Hoes out the centerfold, I be going in at em
One bitch from Howard, another bitch from Grambling
College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man
Bird talk feather man, Louie jacket leatherman
Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant
Man in the mirror, I can’t get my shot again
My bitch like a coke bottle, your bitch like a Pepsi can
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I'm on fire, whole hood blazing
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror
Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror
Who you heard see when you look in the mirror?
If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Bitch, I was born to ball
While you took the summer off my money did a somersault
Backflips, cartwheels, Carolina Tar Heel
Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field
Magneto, blew up like a torpedo
The view from my condo make hoes say "neato!"
Game strong like the arm on Marino
I stack Cheetos and Doritos like casinos
Fresh to death like I’m buried in a tuxedo
At times I look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego
I say it’s your World, Cole World to be exact
With a flow that’s so thorough, no sir you can’t re-enact
[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
150 on my chain
Balling, but it’s not a game
High: that's why they call us planes
All the bitches know my name
I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again
And my niggas all the same
Now that's what you call a gang
Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne
Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame
Wanna dump a nigga, fuck a nigga with a lot of fame
Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame
Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range
Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim
Don’t know bout you but I see a real nigga
When I’m looking in the mirror
With some diamonds in my ear muthafucker3 | Hip-HopRap | 29 | 9 | 2,010 | 14,749 |
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1,401 | Kim | Eminem | [Intro: Eminem & Kim]
Aw, look at daddy's baby girl
That's daddy's baby, little sleepy head
Yesterday I changed your diaper
Wiped you and powdered you
How did you get so big?
Can't believe it, now you're two
Baby, you're so precious, daddy's so proud of you
Sit down, bitch! You move again, I'll beat the shit out of you! (Okay!)
[Verse 1: Eminem & Kim]
Don't make me wake this baby!
She don't need to see what I'm 'bout to do!
Quit crying, bitch! Why do you always make me shout at you?!
How could you just leave me and love him out the blue?!
Oh, what's the matter, Kim? Am I too loud for you?
Too bad, bitch! You're gonna finally hear me out this time!
At first I'm like, "Aight, you wanna throw me out, that's fine!"
But not for him to take my place, are you out your mind?!
This couch, this TV, this whole house is mine!
How could you let him sleep in our bed?! Look it, Kim!
Look at your husband now! (No!) I said look at him!
He ain't so hot now, is he?
Little punk!
(Why are you doing this?!) Shut the fuck up! (You're drunk!)
(You're never gonna get away with this!) You think I give a fuck?!
C'mon! We're going for a ride, bitch! (No!) Sit up front!
(We can't just leave Hailie alone, what if she wakes up?)
We'll be right back — well, I will, you'll be in the trunk
You might also like[Chorus: Eminem]
So long, bitch, you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch, you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
[Verse 2: Eminem & Kim]
You really fucked me, Kim, you really did a number on me!
Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
But we was kids then, Kim, I was only eighteen
That was years ago, I thought we wiped the slate clean
That's fucked up! (I love you!) Oh God, my brain is racin'
(I love you!) What are you doing? Change the station!
I hate this song! Does this look like a big joke? (No!)
There's a [four]-year-old little [boy]
Laying dead with a slit throat in your living room!
Ha-ha! What, you think I'm kiddin' you?!
You loved him, didn't you? (No!)
Bullshit, you bitch! Don't fucking lie to me!
What the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of me?
Fuck you, asshole! Yeah, bite me!
Kim? Kim! Why don't you like me?
You think I'm ugly, don'tchu? (It's not that!) No, you think I'm ugly
(Baby!) Get the fuck away from me! Don't touch me!
I hate you! I hate you! I swear to God, I hate you!
Oh my God, I love you! How the fuck could you do this to me?!
(I'm sorry!) How the fuck could you do this to me?!
[Chorus: Eminem]
So long, bitch, you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch, you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
[Verse 3: Eminem & Kim]
Come on, get out! (I can't! I'm scared!)
I said get out, bitch! (Let go of my hair! Please don't do this, baby! Please! I love you! Look, we can just take Hailie and leave!)
Fuck you!
You did this to us! You did it! It's your fault!
"Oh my God, I'm crackin' up" Get a grip, Marshall!
Hey, remember the time we went to Brian's party
And you were, like, so drunk that you threw up all over Archie?
That was funny, wasn't it? (Yes)
That was funny, wasn't it?! (Yes!)
See, it all makes sense, doesn't it?
You and your husband have a fight, one of you tries to grab a knife
And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced (No!)
And while this is going on, his son just woke up
And he walks in, she panics, and he gets his throat cut
(Oh my God!) So now they both dead
And you slash your own throat
So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note
I shoulda known better when you started to act weird
We coulda— hey, where you going? Get back here!
You can't run from me, Kim! It's just us, nobody else
You're only making this harder on yourself!
Ha-ha, gotcha! Go ahead, yell!
Here, I'll scream with you, "Ah! Somebody help!"
Don't you get it, bitch? No one can hear you!
Now shut the fuck up, and get what's comin' to you!
You were supposed to love me!
Now bleed, bitch, bleed! Bleed, bitch, bleed! Bleed!
[Chorus: Eminem]
So long, bitch, you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch, you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
*crickets, traffic, and trunk closing*149 | Rap | 23 | 5 | 2,000 | 1,119,802 |
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1,402 | Real Niggaz Don’t Die | N.W.A | [Intro]
Die nigga! We are born to die nigga
You've been dyin for 400 years
Niggas know how to die
Niggas don't know nothin else, but dying
Niggas dream about dying
[Bridge: MC Ren]
I'm a motherfuckin nigga (with an attitude)
I'm a motherfuckin nigga (with an attitude)
I'm a motherfuckin nigga (with an attitude)
I'm a motherfuckin nigga (with an attitude)
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
I got a case, of spittin in a motherfucker's face
So me and my ace, we got a taste
Of a motherfucker's billy club, he took his gun and
Put it to my head and said, "Nigga start runnin"
So tell me what's the next episode?
Is he crazy, does he want to chase me or waste me?
I thought, "Run nigga run", but I caught myself
Because my secondary thought was death
I've got head and heart real, but still a motherfucker said
"I want another black motherfucker dead
Niggas ain't good for shit to me"
Cause it's a race for second class, so get your ass
Up against the wall bitch, and then he tried
To jump me but the punk became a victim of a walkby
Fuckin with Dre, you get a foot up in your asshole
It's just another way to let you know
Nigga send them, nigga send them, nigga send them
Punk can't fuck with me - Real motherfucking G
Straight from the streets of the CPT
Telling you why, real niggas don't die
You might also like[Hook]
"I-iiiiiii, just want to celebrate!"
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
Real niggas don't die cause they eventually multiply
The niggas I'm with, they take an eye for an eye
Because the times are so wrong, gotta stay so strong
Niggas gotta keep it goin on and on
And don't let no paleface throw your ass in a snail race
Have your residence occupyin a jail space
That's what they want to do cause the system is fucked around
I try to let you know with the records that's underground
They don't give a fuck about a nigga, they would rather pull the trigger
And have you in front of a barrel smilin sayin "Cheese!"
So nigga get smart and rebel back
I'm not with that black shit so I'm not gonna yell that
All I see is niggas getting harassed
And can't do nothin about it but get a foot in they ass, yo
But if every nigga grabbed a nine
And started shootin motherfuckers it would put 'em in line
And that's how it's supposed to be
When a pussy-ass nigga try to fuck with me
Yo, because it's useless to try
To kill a nigga cause nigga a motherfuckin real nigga don't die!
[Hook]
"I-iiiiiii, just want to celebrate!"
[Interlude]
Die nigga, everywhere you go
Niggas dying, niggas been dyin for 400 years
[Bridge: MC Ren]
I'm a motherfuckin nigga (with an attitude)
[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Only the good die young, so that makes me young and bad
Puttin ass-kickings on the niggas that never had
So I guess that makes me tough shit
Straight up gangsta, wrong nigga to fuck with
So how can a nigga die, when he's causin the bloodshed
By shootin' motherfuckers in the head
Tryin to make a nigga extinct because they fear me
But never wanna hear me
So I'mma let 'em know how a nigga's livin
Takin from motherfuckers cause nobody ain't givin
A damn thang! To a nigga, a real nigga
So I'm living by the motherfuckin trigger
Cause a nigga ain't afraid of bein locked up
I'm out of luck, so why should I give a fuck?
But they still want to try
To kill a nigga like me but motherfuckin real niggas don't die!
[Hook]
"I-iiiiiii, just want to celebrate!"
[Outro: MC Ren]
Yeah, a real nigga don't die!
Yeah motherfuckers!
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1,405 | Children’s Story | Slick Rick | [Produced by Slick Rick]
(Now here's a little something that needs to be heard)
[Intro]
Uncle Ricky, could you read us a bedtime story?
Please, huh, please?
All right, you kids get to bed, I'll get the storybook
Y'all tucked in? Yeah
Here we go
[Verse]
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like they ought to good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
"Me and you, tonight we're gonna make some cash
Robbin' old folks and makin' the dash"
They did the job, money came with ease
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sister and her brother
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic
He said, "Keep still, boy, no need for static"
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap
But little did he know the little boy was strapped
The kid pulled out a gun, he said, "Why'd you hit me?"
The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure
"I'll do years if I pull this trigger"
So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister
Shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her
Looked 'round good and from expectations
So he decided he'd head for the subway stations
But she was coming and he made a left
He was runnin' top speed 'til he was outta breath
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him (Sorry)
Then he made his move to an abandoned building
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw? (Who?)
Dave, the dope fiend shootin' dope
Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap
He said, "I need bullets, hurry up, run"
The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun
He went outside but there was cops all over
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova
Raced up the block doing eighty-three
Crashed into a tree near university
Escaped alive though the car was battered
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets and he still had static
Grabbed a pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic
Pointed at her head, he said the gun was full of lead
He told the cops, "Back off or honey here is dead"
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on (Uh-huh)
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
And before long the little boy got surrounded
He dropped his gun, so went the glory
And this is the way I have to end this story
He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream
The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh (Uh-huh)
Just another case about the wrong path (Uh-huh)
Straight and narrow or your soul gets cast
Good night
See Slick Rick LiveGet tickets as low as $75You might also like[Outro]
(Knock him out the box, Rick
Knock him out, Rick)
- Oh boy, that Uncle Ricky is really weird
- I know right what does he mean
“Straight and narrow or yo’ soul gets cast"?
- I don’t know, I think he be crackin' it up or something
- Well, good night
- Good night
Another (that's right!) Rick the Ruler presentation
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1,406 | Deuces | Chris Brown | [Produced by Kevin McCall]
[Verse 1: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Kevin McCall]
All that bullshit's for the birds
You ain't nothin' but a vulture-ure-ure-ure
Always hoping for the worst
Waitin' for me to fuck up
You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
That know just what I need, she know just what I mean
When I tell her, "Keep it drama free"
Woah-woah
(Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
Chu-Chuckin' up them deuces
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
Yeah, yeah, told you that I'm leaving, deuces
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
Woah, woah
I know you mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck
And now I'm finna throw them deuces up
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her (Deuces)
I'm moving on to somethin' better, better, better
No more tryna make it work (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye to her (Say bye-bye, deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye to her (Say bye-bye)
See Chris Brown LiveGet tickets as low as $271You might also like[Verse 2: Tyga, Chris Brown]
Uh, used to be Valentines, together all the time
Thought it was true love, but you know women lie
It's like I sent my love with a text two times
Call 'cause I care, but I ain't get no reply (No reply)
Tryna see eye to eye, but it's like we both blind
Fuck it, let's hit the club, I rarely sip but pour me some
'Cause when it's all said and done
I ain't gon' be the one that she can always run to
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
I hate liars, fuck love, I'm tired of tryin'
My heart big, but it beat quiet
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
I don't never feel like we vibin'
'Cause every time we alone, it's a awkward silence
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
So leave your keys on the kitchen counter
And give me back that ruby ring with the big diamond
Shit, it's over, what you trippin' for?
I don't wanna have to let you go
But, baby, I think it's better if I let you know
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her (Deuces)
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryna make it work, no (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye, bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye, bye-bye)
Say bye-bye to her (Say bye-bye, oh-oh, deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye to her, yeah (Say bye-bye)
[Verse 3: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown]
Look, my shawty always on some bullshit like Chicago
So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow
Deuces, we ain't got no future in tomorrow
I'm a dick, so it shouldn't be that hard to swallow
The other chick I'm with never complainin'
She make me wanna leave the one I'm with, Usher Raymond
Prolly didn't register, don't trip, later on, it will
Shorty full of drama, like Gangsta Gri-zills
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
I finally noticed it, it finally hit me
Like Tina did Ike in the limo, it finally hit me
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
I got a new chick, and she ain't you
She Paula Patton thick, she give me déjà vu
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
And all that attitude, I don't care about it
But all that shit I do for her, you gon' hear about it
Breezy rep two up, two down
But I'm just puttin' two up, chuckin' up the deuce now (Oh!)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her, oh-oh (Deuces)
I'm moving on to something better, better, better (Better, baby)
No more tryna make it work, hey (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye, say, say)
Say bye-bye to her (Say bye-bye, bye-bye, deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye, say, say)
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1,409 | Swagger Jackson’s Revenge | Jay Electronica | [Intro: Michael Jackson and 60 Minutes' Ed Bradley]
Michael Jackson:
"Just because it's in print doesn't mean it's the Gospel
People write negative things because they feel that's what sells
Good news to them doesn't sell."
Edward Bradley: "How has it impacted you?
You know, touring, record sales..."
Jackson: "My record is number one all over the world
All over the world. America's the only one because
I don't want to say too much."
Bradley: "But it's not number one in the United States."
Jackson: "It's a conspiracy, yeah
I will never stop helping and loving people,the way Jesus said to
He said, continue to love, always love, bring on the children
Imitate the children. Not childish, but child-like."
[Verse: Jay Electronica]
It's the return of the black Moors with no fez
Scary like that documentary on Lisa Lopez
Pentagrams, pyramids, conspiracies with goat heads
Knock down the levees
Knock down the projects
Start another project
Build another object
A drive-thru touchscreen doctrine for me to digest
Just horses with our blinders on
Drivin' by the obvious
Ridin' by the obvious
Flyin' by the obvious (uh huh)
Regardless who you vote for
If the mind don't grow
And the poverty line don’t go
But the dope keep coming
And the tv keep flashing images of a sports car
Then you bound for a coke war
The meek get clowned by the coke law
The sheep get drowned in the folklore
Then lulled to sleep by Tom Brokaw
What a pity, the hope on a politician's tongue
Never ever trickles down the city
So if a nigga put a president's mask on
And run up in the bank with a Mac saying "gimme gimme!"
I ain't glad at him
But I ain't mad at him
(I ain't mad at him)
If anybody ask you who I be
Say a painter with a felt pen who drew Ali
I'm like Cassius when I blast molasses
Out the ass of the masses
From Fulton Street Mall to Gratiot
I'm handin out free at last kits
Yo, Jay, where ya staff at?
Green said you threw it
Yeah, I outgrew it
Some blogs said, “you blew it”
Nigga, fuck yo' blog
Jigga man said you can't knock the hustle, dog
I'm on the same launchin' pad that shot Russell off
That's why I stay dougie
That's why I stay dougie
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1,410 | Christian Dior Denim Flow | Kanye West | [Chorus: Kid Cudi, John Legend, Ryan Leslie & Kanye West]
I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep
All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me
But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey
[Bridge: Kanye West]
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now, what, huh?
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now, huh?
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I'm in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb
Noemie Lenoir, Chanel, Sessilee Lopez
Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks
Grew up on Mobb Deep and speak that Jourdan Dunn language
Make a phone call out to Joan Smalls
I wonder how it feel in Lara Stone's walls?
Jessica Gomes, y'all, I would damage her
And see if Jessica Stam got the stamina
I'm in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve
I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg
Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa
Alessandra Ambrosio, Anja Rubik and Olga
Kurylenko, tell her I'm very single
Abbey Lee too, I'm a freak, boo
I'm wilding, I'm on a thousand
I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen
You might also like[Chorus: Kid Cudi, John Legend, Ryan Leslie & Kanye West]
I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep
All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me
But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey
[Interlude: Kanye West]
Christian Dior denim flow
I told her I'm tryin' to eat out, so what we goin' to dinner fo'?
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Miami nights, on the search for some T and A
Tryin' to hide what's obvious to see in me
We conversate a bit about your DNA
And my salmon-colored suit from the VMAs
Oh, you was watchin'? Who the fuck wasn't?
Me, skip across that stage in five dozen
Yuuugh! Six grand for a minute's time
Italian Vogue styled a nigga for a minute-rhyme
Let's be clear, and let's be fair
The best thing in music's being offered here
It's a round table full of bosses here
Still giving you it all like the coffin's near
[Chorus: Kid Cudi, John Legend, Ryan Leslie & Kanye West]
I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep
All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me
But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey
[Bridge: Kanye West]
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now, what, huh?
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now, huh?
[Chorus: Kid Cudi, John Legend, Ryan Leslie & Kanye West]
I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep
All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me
But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey
[Verse 3: Ryan Leslie]
It's time for a lesson in model behavior
Damn, look at all the bad bitches I gave you
Man, I can see the flaws to your flavor
Look like Wonder Woman and still need a savior
Maybe it's a billionaire, maybe it's that cocaine
I done seen drugs and money run the whole game
A good girl lost in the city life
Agent Provocateur, hold them titties right
I'm haute couture of hoes galore
Give my girl a Newport 'cause she's smoking yours
I'm the authority of model seniority
They call me "Les" but they all need more of me
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Ugh, handcraft material, champagne for cereal
Shawty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm, ugh
Fly clothes and Lear shows take the stuff we on
Stuff all my problems in that bong, and I'm puffin' strong
I been locked in my way of thinkin', now my cuffs are gone
Must've been the liquor talkin, I'm beggin' the cups, c'mon (C'mon)
Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form
T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem (Yeah)
My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush)
Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Ugh!)
Nigga, make some money ‘fore you make a comment
I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went?
Probably dime chicks, whips with a Diddy
Now I'm back like a nine-milli, running New York City
See me clearly through the storm, the world's mine
Sits pretty in my palm, Chandon as we continue on
[Chorus: Kid Cudi, John Legend, Ryan Leslie & Kanye West]
I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep
All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me
But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey
[Verse 5: Kid Cudi]
Niggas think they know, only got half of the story
They don't really know what's in my head fuckin' with me
How can I be better? I could start with just the basics
Dior, Dior galore, I love the cut
I seem to have forgotten that I'm off the looney
To the people who don't know Cud, know what?
Rose gold presidential on my bony wrist
Took my ma to Chanel, held Elsie, the stunner
She got haters, some in the fam made us
But they don't really matter, we escape 'em with our paper
Hey ya, I'm on my André 3000
I'm all good now, a nigga don't need no counseling
Woke up in the room and my mojo was active
Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive
Back when–let me not reflect on the old shit
I'm on to the new act, on to my new script
Bitches better have they thoughts before approachin'
I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other niggas
Doin' things off-beat for a living
Haters copy, I'm the image, hey
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1,411 | Nothin’ On You | B.o.B | [Chorus: Bruno Mars & B.o.B]
Beautiful girls
All over the world
I could be chasin'
But my time would be wasted
They got nothin' on you, baby
Nothin' on you, baby
They might say "Hi"
And I might say "Hey"
But you shouldn't worry
About what they say
'Cause they got nothin' on you, baby
(Yeah) Nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you, ha!
Yeah
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I know you feel where I'm comin' from (From)
Regardless of the things in my past that I've done (Done)
Most of it really was for the hell of the fun (The fun)
On the carousel, so around I spun (Spun)
With no directions, just tryna get some (Some?)
Tryna chase skirts, livin' in the summer sun (Sun?)
And so I lost more than I had ever won (Won)
And honestly, I ended up with none (Huh?)
You might also like[Verse 2: B.o.B]
There's so much nonsense, it's on my conscience
I'm thinkin' maybe I should get it out
And I don't wanna sound redundant, but I was wonderin'
If there was somethin' that you wanna know (That you wanna know)
But never mind that, we should let it go (We should let it go)
'Cause we don't wanna be a TV episode (TV episode)
And all the bad thoughts, just let 'em go
(Go, go, go, go, hey)
[Chorus: Bruno Mars & B.o.B]
Beautiful girls
All over the world
I could be chasin'
But my time would be wasted
They got nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
Nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
They might say "Hi" (Hi)
And I might say "Hey" (Hey)
But you shouldn't worry (Ha-ha)
About what they say (Why?)
'Cause they got nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
Nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you, ha!
Yeah
[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Hands down, there will never be another one (Nope)
I been around and I never seen another one (Nah)
Because your style, they ain't really got nothin' on (Nothin')
And you wild when you ain't got nothin' on (Ha-ha-ha)
Baby, you the whole package, plus you pay your taxes (Huh)
And you keep it real while them others stay plastic (Plast')
You're my Wonder Woman, call me Mr. Fantastic (Ha)
Stop, now think about it
[Verse 4: B.o.B]
I've been to London (Yeah), I've been to Paris (Yeah)
Even way out there to Tokyo (Tokyo?)
Back home down in Georgia (Yeah) to New Orleans (Yeah)
But you always steal the show (Steal the show)
And just like that, girl, you got me froze (Got me froze)
Like a Nintendo 64 (64)
If you never knew, well, now you know
(Know, know, know, know, hey)
[Chorus: Bruno Mars & B.o.B]
Beautiful girls (Yeah)
All over the world (All over)
I could be chasin'
But my time would be wasted (Ha-ha)
They got nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
Nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
They might say "Hi" (Hi)
And I might say "Hey" (Hey)
But you shouldn't worry (Ha-ha)
About what they say (Why?)
'Cause they got nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
Nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
Yeah
[Bridge: B.o.B]
Everywhere I go
I'm always hearin' your name (Name)
And no matter where I'm at
Girl, you make me wanna sing (Sing)
Whether a bus or a plane (Plane)
Or a car or a train (Train)
No other girl's on my brain
And you the one to blame
[Chorus: Bruno Mars & B.o.B]
Beautiful girls (Yeah)
All over the world (All over)
I could be chasin' (Ha-ha)
But my time would be wasted (Why?)
They got nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
Nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
They might say "Hi" (Hi)
And I might say "Hey" (Hello)
But you shouldn't worry
About what they say (Why?)
'Cause they got nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
Nothin' on you, baby
Na—na—na—nothin' on you, baby, na—nothin' on you
[Outro: B.o.B]
Yeah, and that's just how we do it
Heheheh, and I'ma let this ride
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1,414 | Deuces (Remix) | Chris Brown | [Intro]
K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac
[Verse 1: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Kevin McCall]
All that bullshit's for the birds
You ain't nothin' but a vulture-ure-ure-ure
Always hoping for the worst
Waitin' for me to fuck up
You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
That know just what I need, she know just what I mean
When I tell her, "Keep it drama free"
Woah-woah
(Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
Chu-Chuckin' up them deuces
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
Yeah, yeah, told you that I'm leaving, deuces
(Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
Woah, woah
I know you mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck
And now I'm finna throw them deuces up
[Verse 2: Drake]
What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we're arguin' more and it's gettin' less romantic
Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
But I'll fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will
I'll fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I mean, this part of our relationship's amazin' still
I might just put up with the arguin' and stay, for real
You lookin' bad, girl, for goodness sakes
You with all those curves, and me without no brakes, ooh
I'm willin' to work it out however long it takes you
You feel like you miss those happy days
Well, girl, that makes two of us, our timin' is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part about the fuckin' business
Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
It's useless, all this fightin', let's get past it now
Even when I throw them deuces, you just send it back around
See Chris Brown LiveGet tickets as low as $271You might also like[Verse 3: T.I.]
Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan
Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin'
Rather run around with them nothin'-ass bitches then
Go on, got me hot, smokin' like a chimney
We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies
Deep inside it's killin' me, but soon it's gon' be killin' you
To see her in that two-seater, know that's gon' hurt your feelings, boo
Ah-ha, didn't you think you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go, released
Into the wind again, again
And deuces I must throw ya, peace
[Verse 4: Kanye West]
You know what, yo? You a bitch
You should have a travel agent, 'cause you a trip
You should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit
But all you got is some fuckin' issues, you fuckin' bitch
I hate niggas, but I love your mom
Give her a kiss for me, her second son
Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together
You gon' be hot a little while, I'ma be rich forever
Girl seducers, they come in deuces
But when I cut 'em off, they always become a nuisance
Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
He just took my old bitch and turned it to his new bitch (Haha)
I'm stupid, but I won't get my drama on
What I'm dealin' with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
So when you talk 'bout, “You know who”
I don't know who you talkin' 'bout
[Verse 5: Fabolous, Chris Brown & Fabolous, Drake]
Accordin' to my old bish, I be on some new ish
She was on some old ish, now I got a new bish
Think I give two ish? You ain't gonna do ish
Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces
If you knew better, you'd do better
Wanna give the middle finger, but I got two better
So you gon' diss me even though you know it's wrong
Know you gon' miss me a little when I'm gone
Drizzy voice
Now I'm ghost, baby, four-door Rizzy Royce
Tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
I'm 'bout my business, boys, plus I make paper
Come on, that's old news, yesterday's paper (Nice)
Oh, you talkin', what about?
If it ain't how I kept you studded out
You might as well shut your mouth
You'll never score another me, I'll shut it out
Act like there's gum in your hair, girl, cut it out
[Verse 6: Rick Ross]
Got a pocket full of hunnids, she the only one that's missin'
Got a bucket full of ice, and a watch to go with it (Ugh!)
Got a racin' Lamborghini half my homies scared to drive
Haters better put their heads down, they know that boy be fly
All the charter planes, now I'm talkin' ballers slang
R-O-Z-A-Y on the wall in that Hall of Fame (Maybach Music, Ugh!)
I let my denim sag, red Louis belt
How can you love me, baby? First, you gotta love yourself
[Verse 7: André 3000]
The farewell email (Yeah) from a female (Yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (Ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By the seashore, but she's not a bore
But neither a whore, who needs to know more
The kind you can't ignore, but want to open the door for
Or run in your favorite store
And leave with all them shoppin' bags and half of it ain't yours
I did things for her, ain't rich, ain't poor
I wanted to do more, but hell, I just ain't know her
Well enough to know if this is all that she came for
But enough to know tonight, excited, she came four
Times to my cousin house to see if I was there
Get your minds out the gutter, man
We out here tryna have a good time
And here I am, all heavy with the words where
Somebody that's a nerd, likely fast forward
But, shit, they asked for it
It's hard to throw up the deuces
'Cause when you know it's juicy
You start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excuses
Chase Cabooses 'til the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her (Deuces)
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryna make it work (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye
Say bye-bye
Say bye-bye to her (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye
Say bye-bye
Say bye-bye to her61 | Pop | 10 | 10 | 2,010 | 602,191 |
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1,415 | That Tree | Snoop Dogg | [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Snoopy
Is what they say as if they knew me
Groupies, on my head like a cufi
My nigga Kid Cudi, that's my little buddy
Call some hoes up, and get some cutty cutty
What's your life like? Mine's is kinda tight
A long way from hustlin', that china white
My people love me, the fans love me, I'm all go
If you ain't showin' love, then what you call for?
I don't need it in my life, my kids pay the price
So alike and in need of my wife
Smoke 'til I'm gone, Dogg on the throne
I'm world-wide known, I'm a boss in the zone
I get it how I get it 'cause I can, I earn my spot
You see the plan, I'm just fuckin' with my fans
I turned out to be the better man, important to life
You understand while I'm puffin' on this gram
[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Everything I'm havin', no there ain't necessity
Though I'm shining, keep on grindin'
What you see ain't all of me
Though I keep them ho's, don't love them ho's
The code in which y'all roll
It's so simple what I need
You know I keep my fam and I can't forget that tree
See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Refrain: Kid Cudi]
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah, nah nah nah
(Nah nah nah, nah nah nah)
[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
I got my fam dawg, look at my niggas
Got a little money y'all, and I ain't trippin'
Most days I'm faded, feeling ex-rated
Steady wantin' freaky hoes, then I want a lady
Holdin' the fam down, and my close homie
The peoples who were there, when some sucka left me lonely
Phony, when you see a nigga don't approach me
Made it to the top baby, that's on me
Koch tryna claim that they made me
However you feel, another real fugazzi
I keep it one hundred, never frontin', don't need be
I'm in another zone, no place you could see, my nigga
Conyo to haters that don't know
Low pro, how a nigga like from costo
The one fans love, who was always approachable, yo
And I rep the double O, smokin', eatin' Cheerios
[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Everything I'm havin', no there ain't necessity
Though I'm shining, keep on grindin'
What you see ain't all of me
Though I keep them ho's, don't love them ho's
The code in which y'all roll
It's so simple what I need
You know I keep my fam and I can't forget that tree
[Refrain: Kid Cudi]
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah, nah nah nah
(Nah nah nah, nah nah nah)
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Can't forget it, they made me who I am, a king
And I'm still on the scene, you gotta love it
All out in public, the people want to touch it
I need a blunt with the stuffin'
Nigga, it's nothin' for me to chill out, post up at the house
With Madden on the screen, and smash on the homies
Hollywood nice now, everybody on me
And on the blogs talk shit like they know me, hm
Aww fool, take you niggas to school
"How to get rich and stay cool"
Snoopy D O Dub, show you homie, even with the critics
And the Feds all on me, I was tappin' all the chonies
Dogg, but my folks call me Snoopy
Boss dogg, nigga sue me
Pony tail swangin' as I lay in the jacuzzi
Love of my life, while I'm puffin' on the oww wee, kush
[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Everything I'm havin', no there ain't necessity
Though I'm shining, keep on grindin'
What you see ain't all of me
Though I keep them ho's, don't love them ho's
The code in which y'all roll
It's so simple what I need
You know I keep my fam and I can't forget that tree
[Refrain: Kid Cudi]
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah, nah nah nah
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Snoop Dogg in the house tonight blowing that Laker purp that I know you like, right?
Kid Cudi, my nephew, blaze that shit right now would you, would you, right?
Snoop Dogg in the house tonight blazing that Laker purp that I know you like, right?
Kid Cudi, my nephew, blaze that shit right now my nigga, right?5 | Hip-HopRap | 16 | 3 | 2,010 | 32,220 |
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1,416 | The Number None | Atmosphere | [Intro]
Alright
Baby listen, they playing our song
You want to slow dance with me? C'mon
You can just say no
You ain't gotta be a douche about it
[Verse]
I was just a kid, she was just a kid
Lost in the mix, it didn't matter what we did
She used to baby me, I was her baby doll
I used to chase her around, she was my basketball
I guess it had to fall, I should've known
No model to follow, we were both from broken homes
But we used to laugh about acting grown up
And I could hear her mom in the back yelling hang the phone up
A teenage love, a teenage love
Keep up the crush on what it means to us
It's okay girl, we don't even need to fuck
I was the first one to show her what a penis was
We used to sit on the park bench and hold hands
Staying out past dark to feel the romance
Summer time I was waking up early
Bounce out the flat little worm, get the birdy
Walk to her house and watch a couple movies
Kissing on her nipples, playing with the coochy, whoo!
That's as far as it ever got, pet the spot
Get her all wet and hot, and then it stopped
Frustration, soon after that
She broke up with me like boom it's a wrap
She said that we were moving too fast
No seducing the ass, she needed room to relax
But hold up now, I don't understand
All I really wanted was to be your lover man
We can wait, no pressure, I'll be patient
She said stop calling me, I'm taking a vacation
So there it was decorated with the wordplay
I'm at school and I'm tryna hide my hurt face
She started seeing others but it got worse, wait
She let my homeboy hit it on the first date
See Atmosphere LiveGet tickets as low as $34You might also like[Bridge]
Oooh!
Sorry dude
Makes me wanna sing, I wanna sing, c'mon
{Hook: x3}
I don't miss you, but I remember you
You taught a lesson and for that I give you gratitude
I'm such a mess with love and sex
But I don't fuck around with my best friend's ex, nah | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 9 | 2,010 | 13,948 |
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1,418 | The Warning | Eminem | [Intro: Eminem]
Only reason I dissed you in the first place
Is 'cause you denied seeing me, now I'm pissed off
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Sit back, homie, relax, in fact, grab a six pack
Kick back while I kick facts, yeah, Dre—sick track
Perfect way to get back, wanna hear something wick-wack?
I got the same exact tat that's on Nick's back
I'm obsessed now, oh gee
Is that supposed to be me in the video with the goatee?
Wow Mariah, didn't expect you to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I put all them phone calls out
You made to my house when you was wildin' out before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you something to smile about
How many times you fly to my house, still tryin' to count
Better shut your lyin' mouth if you don't want Nick findin' out
You probably think 'cause it's been so long
If I had something on you I woulda did it by now
Oh, on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixin' our studio session down
And sendin' it to masterin' to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the fuck I do; Mariah it ever occur to you
That I still have pictures? However you prefer to do
And that goes for Nick too, faggot, you think I'm scurred of you?
You're gonna ruin my career, you better get one
Like I'ma sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt
That made me put up with her psycho ass over six months
And only spread her legs to let me hit once, yeah
What you gonna say, I'm lucky? Tell the public that I was so ugly
That you fuckin' had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base, what the fuck you tell Nick, Pumpkin?
The second week we were dry humpin', that's gotta count for somethin'
Listen, girly, surely you don't want me to talk about how I nutted early
'Cause I ejaculated prematurely
And bust all over your belly and you almost started hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel, your stomach's curling
Or maybe you do
But if I'm embarrassin' me, I'm embarrassin' you and don't you dare say it isn't true
As long as that song's gettin' airplay, I'm dissin' you
I'm a hair away from gettin' carried away and gettin' sued
I was gonna stop at sixteen, that was thirty-two
This is thirty-four bars, we ain't even third of the way through
Damn Slim, Mariah played you, Mariah who?
Oh did I say "whore," Nick? I meant a liar too (Ha)
Like I've been goin' off on you all this time
For no reason, girl, you out your alcoholic mind
Check your wine cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine
Like I fuckin' sit around and think about you all the time
I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme
But fuck it, now I'm 'bout to draw the line
And for you to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't find
On an episode of Cribs, a blow below the ribs
If I hear another word so don't go openin' your jibs
'Cause every time you do it's like an overload of fibs
I ain't sayin' this shit again, ho, you know what it is
It's a warning shot, 'fore I blow up your whole spot
Call my bluff and I'll release every fuckin' thing I got
Includin' the voicemails right before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were tryin' to stick two CDs in the same slot
You might also like[Interlude: Mariah Carey]
Slim Shady, artful dodger
Slim Shady, artful dodger
[Verse 2: Eminem & Mariah Carey]
(I love you) I love you, too
Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear, boo
Now what you say? (It's nothing) Yeah, so what I'll do
Is refresh your memory when you said (I want you)
Now should I keep goin' or should we call truce?
(You think you're cute, right?) You bet your sweet ass I do
(I'm Mary Poppins, baby) And I'm Superman, ooh
(Mary P; Slim Shady) Comin' at you
So if you'll still be my (Baby girl)
Then I'll still be your (Superhero)
(Oh and Em?) Yeah, I'm right here
(You like this) Nope, not anymore, dear
It cuts like a (Knife) when I tell you get a (Life)
But I'm movin' on with mine, Nick, is that your (Wife)
Well tell her to shut her mouth then I'll leave her alone
If she don't (Stick to the script) then I'ma just keep goin'
Damn
[Outro: Mariah Carey]
I see Mary Ann, Mary Ann's saying cut the tape
Cut the tape, knife94 | Rap | 30 | 7 | 2,009 | 730,443 |
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1,419 | This Is My Life | Edward Maya | [Verse 1]
I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming out loud
I'm searching the missing part of my heart
You catch me every time I fall
(When I look into your eyes)
(I just know you tell me lies)
[Hook]
This, this is my life
I'm looking for you, searching love in your eyes
This, this my life
I'm chasing a dream that fade away in the night
[Verse 2]
Can you get to my soul
I'll make you lose the control
I'll be your sun in the night
Just come here inside
I'm playing with you
I'm falling for you
(When I look into your eyes)
(I just know you tell me lie)
You might also like[Hook]
This, this is my life
I'm looking for you, searching love in your eyes
This, this my life
I'm chasing a dream that fade away in the night
[Verse 3]
I can't follow dreams forever
Just to see them fall apart
We can change the world if we are together
Cause I know I won't let it go
(When I look into your eyes)
(I just know you tell me lies)
[Hook]
This, this is my life
I'm looking for you, searching love in your eyes
This, this my life
I'm chasing a dream that fade away in the night
[Bridge]
I start to miss your smile
Your voice is all I hear
I'm chasing hollow sighs
Show me I'm wrong tonight
[Hook]
This, this is my life
I'm looking for you, searching love in your eyes
This, this my life
I'm chasing a dream that fade away in the night1 | Rock | 1 | 11 | 2,009 | null |
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1,424 | Hood Robbin’ | Ice Cube | [Intro]
Man, I ain't gon' be shit in the morning
After drinking that, uh
[Interlude]
If I can sell you the American Dream, I can sell you anything
[Verse 1]
I got to get out, I'm getting put out of my house
I got to pack up my refrigerator and couch
It's a set-up, but the bank wants me out
Or the L.A.P.D. will smoke me out
This adjustable rate, it choked me out
They gave me a loan, and I had no clout
They gave me a house, for me and my spouse
Called my momma and my aunt
Y'all should re-finance
I let 'em dance with the devil
Dig their own grave and I gave them the shovel
Fuck, my daddy built that house
And when he got drunk, he almost killed that house
Is this the American Dream, or the American Scheme?
That got me walking in these American streets?
It's kinda sad when you have to get a hernia
Cuz you help your grand mama move her furniture
See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Interlude]
If I can sell you the American Dream, I can sell you anything
[Verse 2]
Look at this maggot, with a stimulus package
I can give a fuck about a Dow Jones average
What the fuck you do when your paycheck is average?
Law abiding citizen turn into a savage
Got to feed children, got to feed the habit
Fell into a rabbit hole, chasing that rabbit
Now I'm in Wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your West Coast branch, gun in hand
I'mma feel like Superman
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, mam
It's the revenge of the lambs
Big Bad Wolf, we're sick of these scams
Sick of these plans, sick of this dance
Walked into his office took the nine out my pants
You're not a man, you're a serpent
Then I prayed to God let the nine get to workin'
[Hook]
I better get to workin'
You know I heard they hood robbin'
Your money or your life and there ain't no stopping
I better get to workin'
You know I heard they hood robbin'
Your money or your life and there ain't no stopping
[Bridge]
Ain't that a bitch
When you got to steal from the poor, and give to the rich
Ain't that a bitch
When you got to steal from the poor, and give to the rich
[Verse 3]
Uh, drug dealer MD
Doctor feel good, give you what you need
In California, prescribe that weed
Oxy cotton and codeine
Turn your grand mama into a fiend
And see the sign not at first, it ain't free
I know you 'bout to die, but let me see your ID
I know you 'bout to lie, but can you pay this fee?
If you can't pay, then please have a seat
You can't see a doctor, but you could see a priest
We can’t save your life 'til we got some assurance
Your premium is paid at that insurance
I hope you got endurance
They got me on hold, and I'm under the influence
Nurse high as a kite
In charge with my life
And everything is lost
Without a Blue Cross
[Hook]
You know I heard they hood robbin'
Your money or your life and there ain't no stopping
You know I heard they hood robbin'
Your money or your life and there ain't no stopping
[Bridge]
Ain't that a bitch (that's a bitch)
When you got to steal from the poor, and give to the rich
Ain't that a bitch (that's a bitch)
When you got to steal from the poor, and give to the rich
[Outro]
Whatever you need
We got it for cheap right here, baby
This America, it ain't gonna cost you nothing
But a arm and a leg
Maybe one of them motherfuckin' ears
Don't trip, just put it on your credit card
Put it in your baby name2 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 9 | 2,010 | 6,776 |
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1,425 | Mosh | Eminem | [Intro]
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Of the United States of America
And to the republic for which it stands (People)
One nation, under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice for all (It feels so good to be back)
(Mosh with me now)
[Verse 1]
Scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, re-energize, and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as "I'ma whip someone's ass"
And if you don't understand, don't even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multitaskin'
And juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft slash
Entrepreneur who's helped launch a few more rap acts
Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career, typical manure, movin' past that
Mr. Kiss-His-Ass-Crack, he's a class act
Rubber Band Man, yeah, he just snaps back
You might also like[Chorus]
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need
To proceed, carry on, give me hope
Give me strength, come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel, we gon' fight, we gon' charge
We gon' stomp, we gon' march through the swamp
We gon' mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors, come on
[Verse 2]
All the people up top, on the side and the middle
Come together, let's all form and swarm just a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black
Don't matter what color, all that matters we're gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause no matter the weather
If it rains, let it rain, yeah, the wetter, the better
They ain't gon' stop us, they can't, we're stronger now more than ever
They tell us no, we say yeah, They tell us stop, we say go
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell, we gon' let 'em know
Stomp, push, shove, mush, fuck Bush
Until they bring our troops home, come on, just
[Chorus]
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need
To proceed, carry on, give me hope
Give me strength, come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel, we gon' fight, we gon' charge
We gon' stomp, we gon' march through the swamp
We gon' mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors, come on
[Verse 3]
Imagine it pourin', just rainin' down on us
Moshpits outside the Oval Office
Someone's tryna tell us somethin', maybe this is God just
Sayin' we're responsible for this monster, this coward
That we have empowered, this is Bin Laden
Look at his head noddin'
How could we allow somethin' like this without pumpin' our fists?
Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice and your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify it, times it, and multiply it by six
'Teen million people all equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al-Qaeda through my speech
Let the president answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an AK-47, let him go
Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil
We got our own battles to fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare
To trick us to thinkin' that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizin' a hero
Look in his eyes, it's all lies
The stars and stripes have been swiped, washed out, and wiped
And replaced with his own face, mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight, you'll know why
'Cause I told you to fight
[Chorus]
So come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need
To proceed, carry on, give me hope
Give me strength, come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel, we gon' fight, we gon' charge
We gon' stomp, we gon' march through the swamp
We gon' mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors, come on
[Outro: Eminem & Hailie Jade]
And as we proceed
To mosh through this desert storm
And these closing statements
If they should argue, let us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this weapon of mass destruction
That we call our president for the present
And mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator
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1,427 | In the Cut | Wiz Khalifa | [Intro]
Niggas know
Taylor Gang sunshine or snow
Them hoes running their best clothes
And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga
Real shit
[Chorus]
We never low
Away we go (Taylor Gang or die)
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low (And thats til the end)
Away we go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Verse 1]
Rolling all this weed I am holding
Thinking she high before before she get the chance to smoke it
Blowing o's she knows my trees potent
Man at home you living for the moment
Coming for the game, I run it, I own it
Kush and orange juice be the components
Come to my crib see money so big you can't fold it
This is how I live
She poured her a lil gin
Then rolled her another doob
Before she was finished man freaky sheena got super loose
[Chorus]
We never low
Away we go (Taylor Gang or die)
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low (And thats til the end)
Away we go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
[Verse 2]
Show money
Leaving show car low full of hoes for me
Hahaha
Its so funny
On the paper chase in case that money run from me
In the cut rolling up
Keep the E-Z Widers stuffed
While a lil nigga still smoking hella blunts
What?
I just made us another plane
And poured out some champagne
As soon as we finished she was screaming out Taylor Gang
[Chorus]
We never low
Away we go (Taylor Gang or die)
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low (And thats til the end)
Away we go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up11 | Hip-HopRap | 14 | 4 | 2,010 | 76,067 |
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1,428 | Good Morning | Kanye West | [Produced by Kanye West]
[Intro: Kanye West]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Good morning!
Good morning!
Good morning!
Good morning!
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West
Mr. Fresh, Mister, by himself he's so impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test?
You got D's, muthafucka D's, Rosie Perez
And yer ass barely passed any and every class
Looking at every ass, cheated on every test
I guess this is my dissertation
Homie, this shit is basic, welcome to Graduation
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Good morning!
Good morning!
Good morning!
Good morning!
You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Good morning, on this day we become legendary
Everything we dreamed of
I'm like the fly Malcolm X, buy any jeans necessary
Detroit Red cleaned up
From the streets to the league, from an eighth to a key
But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets
From the moments of pain, look how far we done came
Haters saying you changed, now you doing your thang
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Good morning!
Good morning!
Good morning and—
Good morning!
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Good morning and look at the valedictorian
Scared of the future while I hop in the DeLorean
Scared to face the world, complacent career student
Some people graduate, but be still stupid
They tell you read this, eat this, don't look around
Just peep this, preach this, teach us, Jesus
Okay, look up now, they done stole yo' streetness
After all of that, you received this
[Bridge: Kanye West & JAY-Z]
Good morning!
Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning!
Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning!
Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning!
Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down
[Outro: JAY-Z]
Get on down
Get— get on down
Get on down
Get— get on down132 | Hip-HopRap | 11 | 9 | 2,007 | 1,030,107 |
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1,429 | Pumped Up Kicks | Foster the People | [Verse 1]
Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet with a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you, wait
[Chorus]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
[Verse 2]
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, and he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits," yeah
You might also like[Chorus]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
[Bridge]
Run, run, run, run
Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run
Ru-ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run
Ru-ru-ru-run
Run, run, ru-run, run
[Chorus]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet253 | Rock | 14 | 10 | 2,010 | 2,460,447 |
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1,430 | Be Somebody | Fort Minor | [Intro: Lupe Fiasco, Holly Brook, & Tak]
Uh, MS, Lupe
You know I'm a fan man, I'm a real fan
[Hook]
(Gonna be somebody)
Feel real honoured to be up in here
(Gonna be someone)
You know what I'm saying?
They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one
(Gonna be somebody)
You know what I'm saying?
The seven thousand dollar headphones for this one here
(Gonna be someone)
Know what I'm saying?
Come on, talk to me
[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
This is the story of them against us, win or lose
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got something to say
That we ought to live their way, what we're doing's not okay
In this world, everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec
You ever feel like the pressure's too much to take?
Too much weight? Ladies and gentlemen
If anybody can hear me right now, please shout back
We're not the only ones feeling so trapped
In a dream of somebody else, in fact
They got their heads full of some overblown scheme
Opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you want to do is scream back
You might also like[Hook: Holly, Tak, & Mike]
Gonna be somebody
(For anybody telling me I can't)
Gonna be someone
(For anyone who told me I had no chance)
Gonna be somebody
(I'm telling you, the time has come, like that)
Gonna be someone
(And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done)
[Verse 2: Mike]
We don't sleep to dream, we sleep to build stamina
Energy to do our thing, get your camera
'Cause this ride is about to begin
Sit down and buckle it in, let me say it again
In this world, everybody's got a chip on
Both sides of the neck, got no respect
Wait up a sec, when I was young
They said the odds of making it were slim to none
Ladies and, fuck it
I'm tired of them saying the dream you have doesn't exist
Telling you you're worthless, saying you should quit
Basically, telling you that you'll never be shit
Really, they're pissed 'cause they'll never achieve
Some opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you want to do is scream back
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Ugh, they gon' think you're crazy mumbling to yourself
In the basement all day, uh-uh-uh'in to yourself
My pops didn't dig it, was shoveling to myself
My boys used to get it, they dug it because they felt
My undertaking took me, I was making in my stealth
A wealth of rhymes of crazy, I would chuckle to myself (Ha)
Then they went into the mental Rolodex
See I'm know 'em by heart, like a brain in my chest
Then I took them to school where subjects was gettin' felt (Ugh)
Books under my seat, notebook laying on my desk
My teacher's like, "Mr. Jaco?" "Yes?"
"With all that knowledge, you ain't tryna go to college?
Be a lawyer or a doctor, get a whole lot of dollars?
Rather degrade women and glorify violence?"
"Well, the work that works for me might not work for you
No homework, I got work to do"
[Hook: Holly, Tak, & Mike]
Gonna be somebody
(For anybody telling me I can't)
Gonna be someone
(For anyone who told me I had no chance)
Gonna be somebody
(I'm telling you, the time has come, like that)
Gonna be someone
(And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done)
[Outro: Mike]
And I'm finally done, yeah
This one goes out to those fantastic human beings
That keep us down and hold us back
And give us fuel for what we do
Thanks2 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,005 | 8,400 |
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1,433 | Ghetto Bird | Ice Cube | [Verse 1]
Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood? Is up to no good
You think all the girls around here are trickin'
Up there lookin' like Superchicken
At night I see your light through my bedroom window
But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't wait till I hear you say
"I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clown
Cause everytime that the pigs have got me
Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi
Military force, but we don't want ya
Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
"So fly like an eagle."
But don't follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make sure it's heard
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
[Hook]
"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"
"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"
[Verse 2]
Now, my homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the fo' next
Now the fo' I was driving was hotter than july
Looked up and didn't see a ribbon in the sky
Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
"Calling all cars, I think we've got em."
I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
I think I drove through every single hood
South Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious
You know that I'm running
Shit, I hear it humming
Fuck, I see it coming
Is it a bird? Yup
Is it a plane? No
I hit me a right on El Segundo
Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala
Let's see if they would folla
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
Met me a baby pitbull and his mother
Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window
I wish it was my kinfolk
Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
'Cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Bridge]
"Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back
On. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115
Miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be
Real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh
Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."
[Verse 3]
Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him
Could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
See, I didn't want to gank you
But don't make me bank you, thank you
Tried to get to the hood, and you might guess
That a fool like me done shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle
Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a left on Ruthelen. Park
The 735 and I'm bailin
Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man
She helped me run like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the fo' on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
I closed the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case
All that night, I heard the bird circle
While I was eating fish and watching Urkel
She said I could sleep on the couch
By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird
[Pre-Outro]
"Which way is he going now?"
"Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street
And, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure
Out which service street he suddelny turned off on. Uh, the sherriffs
Are..are...well I know that...Sherriffs ground units got thrown off"
[Outro]
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird7 | Hip-HopRap | 7 | 12 | 1,993 | 47,643 |
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1,434 | Levitibus | Canibus | [Intro: TV Sample]
"You want power...but you're not big enough
So you steal it piece by piece, tainted and spoiled
And you're weak... step by step you'll weaken and the power...."
[Verse 1: Canibus]
I harness the power of the chakra, remote viewing into darkness
Describing what I see in the process
Are stone statues surrounded by Neolithic objects
Geoglyphs on the Pampa
A dose of polaramine makes it feel like a dream
The dream state is the playground for the supreme
Critics attempt to follow a trend
Today they call me a charlatan but tomorrow I will be a God of men
To create a universe all I need
Is one thousand trillion trillion degrees
Sodium 22, betatrons and a cloud chamber
Keep the noise down so I don't arouse my neighbors
Got a message from the Falcon and the Snowman
In an unopened Coca-Cola can
Showed the whole plan in coded program
Encrypted by a ProScan modem with a low band
Hold up, let me load it in
[Hook - samples from Outer Limits and "Exertions (Remix) by Jedi Mind Tricks]
"Put a curse on you"
"You want to take over"
“You clash with cyanide gas and die fast”
"Another mystery" "Are you gonna put a curse on me"
"There's no need"
“Rhythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and gas”
You might also like[Verse 2: Canibus]
I was created by intelligent design
You are merely a descendant of the unmodified
You diss me out of pride, but when you're finished
Talking about money and bitches you're simply out of rhymes
Even my worst album was sublime
If I don't slow down, I'll distort the timeline
Back through the time tunnel to a 100 Bars again
A master like the honorable Earl of Carnarvon
The grand architect
Used to be a partisan to Lamarckism theory but I lost the bet
No regrets, you live and you learn
I'm through giving advice, I just give concern
Sterilize my hands to prevent catching the germs
And try to rebuild all the bridges I've burned
I prefer modesty over controversy
But what am I to do when these jerks keep bothering me
Jealous because they can't rhyme like me
And they never had a scientific mind like me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Canibus]
I'm above average with verbal semantics
The Aurora Borealis in the form of a rap ballad
They look at me like, "Poor bastard
Why can't you manipulate Billboard with all your metaphor magic?"
No matter how hard I practiced
Every microphone I saw I grabbed it, obviously that's the wrong tactic
I went through a long period of mourning and sadness
When I wrote that Stan shit
But if you wanna see some hardcore Canibus just say so
And I'll come out the egg roll with seven dead scrolls
If you can find a better flow?
Then I can find a dinosaur on the Galapagos archipelago
Hey, you shouldn't fall for the naivete
Lyrically I'm the illest but my beats is okay
Food for thought, nutrition for the whole brain
Keep your neurotransmitters warm on a cold day
I'm ahead of my time or so they say
I guess that's why I already feel old and grey
OK, that's enough knowledge for today, I'm killing them
You better not forget it 'cause this is Levitibus
[Hook]3 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 7 | 2,003 | 13,238 |
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1,436 | A Day in the Life | The Beatles | [Verse 1: John Lennon]
I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords
[Verse 2: John Lennon]
I saw a film today, oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book
[Refrain: John Lennon]
I'd love to turn you on
(Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten)
Alarm clock rings
[Bridge: Paul McCartney]
Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream
[Interlude: John Lennon]
Ahh-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ahh
[Verse 3: John Lennon]
I read the news today, oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
[Refrain: John Lennon]
I'd love to turn you on
[Instrumental Outro]
Whistle
Studio chatter
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)
(Never could be any other way)
(Never been so high
What’s that?)You might also like74 | Pop | 26 | 5 | 1,967 | 799,840 |
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1,437 | Black Cloud | Joe Budden | [Intro]
Nothing stays the same forever
Not even me
Uh, uh
Check this, check It
[Verse 1]
Something must’ve changed me, niggas might defame me
But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me
Strangely I’m no longer sad, mad or angry
Shame-ably it pains me, feeling like it just ain’t me
Mainly what do I tell all the people that thank me
Namely those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me
Motivation the "Game" was supplying me it's no longer providing me
Jason Williams something killed whatever was driving me
Worrying less about the past more about the now
Less about what I’m going through more about the how
It’s for certain spent 30 years being fit for hurdling
Now I’m a different person with nothin' to overcome and I miss the burden
For certain, got 6 figures in my sock drawer
And honestly this year I expect to make a lot more
It’s hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted
In a house that's so peaceful that I’m trying to disrupt it
Scream fuck it not because I have to but because I love it
Which makes me as fake as the puppets that I speak of disgusted
Without a paddle up shit’s creek
Dig deep and see it ain’t life it’s just me
So be warned as I’m putting on like I’m reformed
Only so y’all can accept it as being my norm
Maybe I quit working on me, maybe I given up
Maybe I been lying to myself maybe I give a fuck
You might also like[Hook]
It’s enough to make you black out, pull a Mac out
Aim it at the sky while I’m running from the black cloud
Every day we playing cat-and-mouse
As I watch it hovering over my glass house
It’s enough to make you spazz out, pull a Mac out
Aim it at the sky while I’m running from a black cloud
Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud
[Verse 2]
I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly
Trying to make my girl get it she don’t know that it’s very scary
But she’s a nympho she can be barely near me
She still want the God in her, think she Mary Mary
The prettiest bitches just want to service me
While niggas' prettiest bitches wouldn’t get a word from me
Some of you haven’t heard from me, some of you wouldn’t mind murking me
Find that news funny likes its straight from Ron Burgundy
These niggas ain’t never seen dough
They can dream though I bump into ‘em in between shows
People say I'm Emo, what that really mean though
Is though the song can’t breathe I actually make it seem so
I lost loved ones because they couldn’t deal with me
Cherish whoever still with me though the merit's been killed in me
Normally it’s just me and my lonely mind
Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine
Fans recognize my misery uplifted me
Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me
Maybe its serendipity, maybe it’s weighing on me physically
Maybe I should man up and tell God not to solicit me
Been medicated, meditated, sedated, hated
Character assassinated, all theses years I masqueraded
Hard headed, if it was on my mind I had to say it
Tongue on the devil’s pitchfork to see how disaster tasted
Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated
Wouldn’t be scared of the truth if they weren’t castrated
Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people that shoot it before me
That'll unconditionally love my beautiful ugly
Now lemme speak to who I cater to
Would you love me the same if all my weeks were not favorable
Promised to maintain being unique but relate-able
All while suffering from a disease that can do away with you
Poetry on the beat, spoken-word for the masses
Therapy over Pro-Tools, every word is on acid
Consonants on Kush, every vowel is blunted
Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded
This is bigger than the Eiffle, this is alert the public
Had coppers bar our tunnels and our bridges with the rifles
Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching
This is the dam breaking, contraband in the making
This is panic unveiling, got potential but I never met it
He be trying to come over, it seem like God won’t let it
Either he never got my invite or he just dismissed it
But if all I’m hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am I pessimistic?
You’ll never progress if you’ll never try
All I ask, let every word I birth, never die
My wings spread, but when I met the sky
Weather didn’t change like I thought and had me petrified
[Hook]
It’s enough to make you black out, pull a Mac out
Aim it at the sky while I’m running from the black cloud
Every day we playing cat-and-mouse
As I watch it hovering over my glass house
It’s enough to make you spazz out, pull a Mac out
Aim it at the sky while I’m running from a black cloud
Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud5 | Alternative | null | null | null | 51,562 |
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1,446 | Hip Hop Is Dead | Nas | [Produced by will.i.am]
[Intro: will.i.am & Nas]
Hip hop, hip hop (Ugh!) is dead
(Had to flip this track again, y'all!)
Hip, hip hop, hip hop (Ugh!) is dead
Hip, hip hop (Ugh!)
Hip, hip hop is dead (NYC! Dirty South!)
Hip, hip hop (West Coast!)
Hip hop (Midwest!)
Hip hop (Let's go!)
[Hook: Nas & will.i.am]
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
(Hip hop just died this morning
And she's dead, she's dead)
[Verse 1: Nas]
Yeah, niggas smoke, laugh, party and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama
Quick fast, trigger fingers on the llama
Revenge in their eyes, Hennessy and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya, "Nas helped grow us up"
My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million and billin', I helped blow 'em up
Gave my man my right, I could have went left
So like my girl Foxy, the kid went deaf
So people, who's your top 10? Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?
You might also like[Hook: Nas & will.i.am]
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
(Hip hop just died this morning
And she's dead, she's dead)
[Verse 2: Nas]
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, missing the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
Criticize that, why's that?
‘Cause Nas rap is compared to legitimized crack
‘Cause we love to talk on nasty chickens
Most intellectuals will only half listen
So you can't blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I think they like me, in my white tee
You can't ice me, we here for life, B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for that, we not taking it lightly
If hip hop should die, we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie together, all together now
[Hook: Nas & will.i.am]
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
(Hip hop just died this morning
Hip hop just died this morning
Hip hop just died this morning
And she's dead, she's dead)
[Outro Verse: Nas]
Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscing when it wasn't all business
It forgot where it started
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
Hip-hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man, then a mobster
If it dies, let me get my last swig of vodka
RIP, we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to MP3's
From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm looking over my shoulder
It's about 80 people from my hood that showed up
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut23 | Hip-Hop | 5 | 11 | 2,006 | 143,605 |
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1,449 | Hey Ya! | OutKast | [Intro: André 3000]
One, two, three, uh!
[Verse 1: André 3000]
My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so, and this I know for sure (Uh)
But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me walk out the door? (Ah)
Don't try to fight the feeling
'Cause the thought alone is killing me right now (Uh)
Thank God for Mom and Dad
For sticking two together 'cause we don't know how (C'mon)
[Chorus: André 3000]
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
[Verse 2: André 3000]
You think you've got it, oh, you think you've got it
But "got it" just don't get it 'til there's nothing at all (Ah!)
We get together, oh, we get together
But separate's always better when there's feelings involved (Ah)
If what they say is, "Nothing is forever"
Then what makes, then what makes, then what makes
Then what makes, what makes, what makes love the exception?
So why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh
Are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here?
Y'all don't wanna hear me, you just wanna dance
You might also like[Chorus: André 3000]
Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh)
Don't want to meet your daddy
Hey ya! (Uh-oh)
Just want you in my Caddy (Uh-oh)
Hey ya! (Uh-oh)
Don't want to meet your mama (Uh-oh)
Hey ya! (Uh-oh)
Just want to make you cum-a' (Uh-oh)
Hey ya! (Uh-oh)
I'm, I'm, I'm just being honest (Uh-oh)
Hey ya!
I'm just being honest
[Bridge 1: André 3000]
Hey, all right now, all right now, fellas (Yeah?)
Now, what's cooler than being cool? (Ice Cold!)
I can't hear ya
I say what's, what's cooler than being cool? (Ice Cold!)
All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right
All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right
Okay now, ladies (Yeah?)
Now, we gon' break this thing down in just a few seconds
Now, don't have me break this thing down for nothing
Now, I want to see y'all on your baddest behavior
Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor
Ah, here we go!
[Refrain: André 3000]
Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it (Uh-oh)
Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, shake it, sh-shake it (Uh-oh)
Shake it like a Polaroid picture, hey ya!
Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it
Shake it, shake it (Okay), shake it, sugar
Shake it like a Polaroid picture
[Bridge 2: André 3000]
Now, all the Beyoncés and Lucy Lius
And baby dolls, get on the floor
You know what to do, oh, you know what to do
You know what to do
[Chorus: André 3000]
Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh)
Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh, hey ya!)
Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Oh, oh, uh-oh)
Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh)
Hey ya! Hey ya!141 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 9 | 2,003 | 1,990,652 |
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1,450 | Freakit | Das EFX | Intro:
(Well I'mma freakit like that, and I'mma freak it like this)
*repeat x3*
[Verse 1: Dray]
Well I'mma freakit like this and then my nigga Books is next
The crew is from the sewer and the crew is Das EFX
I wrecks cause when I flex I gots to rip it
Excuse me it's the fluid makes me woozy when I sip it
I'm wicked so let me kick it, I got my crew in
I rips just for kicks, I got more chicks than Perdue and
I pick em, pluck em, stuck em with my cock and
No my name ain't Santa but here's somethin for your stockin'
I'm rockin', I gotcha clockin' I'm from the under-
Ground so check my sound because it's bound to make ya wonder
Chorus:
Well I'mma freakit like that, and I'mma freakit like this
Well I'mma freakit like that, and I'mma freakit like this
Well I'mma freakit like that, and I'mma freakit like this
Well I'mma freakit like that, and watch me freakit like this
[Verse 2: Books]
You might also likeWell I'mma freakit like that with more maneovers than the Heimlich
When I rhyme with the Krayz vertebraes in your spine get
Chills, rippin up the skills, I'm like awesome
And if the mic was Spades, well then my style would run a Boston
So just buckle up and I'll be glad to blast that ass
Out the socket when I rock it like NASA
And plus I'm gettin hysterical wit my lyrical concoctions
I take it to the top then hook up my pops and
I'm dope when I'm swingin more hits than the Oakland A's
I freakit like dat and then I'm swayz
Chorus:
Well I'mma freakit like this, and I'mma freakit like that
*repeat x3*
[Verse 3: Dray]
Well I'mma freakit like this because I be doper than the dopest
I focus on the mic and if you like this you can quote this
I wrote this, I smoke this mic until it's heated
This kid he tried to battle me but then he got defeated
I'm weeded, no bleep that, no keep that, no sell-out
Cause if I ever do you know my crew'll get the hell out
I'm quick with the lingo, my thing go for days
I flip it when I rip it cause I like what it pays
I'm dip dodge dope, y'know I'm gonna getcha
Cause now I rush the mic just like a batter rushed the pitcher
Chorus:
Well I'm freakit like that, and I'mma freakit like this
*repeat x3*
[Verse 4: Books]
Well I'mma freakit like that cause, Black, I bust caps with rough raps
And plus I does the stuff that, flips scripts and dust chaps
Off with the quickness, I'm wicked with the propaganda
And hot damn, I got more props than that Fox Samantha
The hickory-dick slickest nigga wit thee
Raps that sound nifty, weight around a pound sixty
I'm freakin the rap flurries with a black skullie hat on
I'm screamin on chumps like niggas do me from the platform
I'm dope, when I'm swingin more hits than the Oakland A's
I freakit like dat and then I'm swayz
Chorus:
Well I'mma freakit like this, and I'mma freakit like that
*repeat x7* | Hip-HopRap | 16 | 11 | 1,993 | null |
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1,453 | School Spirit | Kanye West | [Intro]
School spirit, motherfucker
[Chorus]
Alpha, step, Omega, step
Kappa, step, Sigma, step
Gangstas walk, pimps gon' talk
Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw
AKA, step, Delta, step
S.G. Rho, step, Zeta, step
Gangstas walk, pimps gon' talk
Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw
[Verse 1]
I'ma get on this TV, mama
I'ma, I'ma put shit down
I'ma make sure these light-skinned niggas
Never, ever, never come back in style
Told 'em I finished school and I started my own business
They say, "Oh you graduated?" No, I decided I was finished
Chasing y'all dreams and what you've got planned
Now I spit it so hot, you got tanned
Back to school and I hate it there, I hate it there
Everything I want, I gotta wait a year, I wait a year
This nigga graduated at the top of our class
I went to Cheesecake, he was a motherfucking waiter there
You might also like[Chorus]
Alpha, step, Omega, step
Kappa, step, Sigma, step
Gangstas walk, pimps gon' talk
Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw
AKA, step, Delta, step
S.G. Rho, step, Zeta, step
Gangstas walk, pimps gon' talk
Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw
[Verse 2]
I got a Jones like Norah for your soror
Bring more of them girls, I've seen in The Aurora
Tammy, Becky, and Laura, or a Shirley
I'm trying to hit it early, like I'm in a hurry
See, that's how dude became the young Pootie Tang: "tippy tow"
Roc-A-Fella chain, yeah, that's my rapper style
Rosary piece, yeah, that's my Catholic style
Red and white Ones, yeah, that's my Kappa style
And I ain't even pledge
Crack my head on the steering wheel and I ain't even dead
If I could go through all that and still be breathing
Bitch, bend over, I'm here for a reason
[Chorus]
Alpha, step, Omega, step
Kappa, step, Sigma, step
Gangstas walk, pimps gon' talk
Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw
AKA, step, Delta, step
S.G. Rho, step, Zeta, step
Gangstas walk, pimps gon' talk
Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw
[Refrain]
I feel a woo coming on, cuz
I feel a woo coming on, cuz
(WOO!)
There it was
I feel some woos coming on, cuz
A couple woos coming on, cuz
(WOO! WOO!)
There they was
I feel a woo coming on, cuz
I feel a woo coming on, cuz
(WOO!)
There it was
A couple woos coming on, cuz
A couple woos coming on, cuz
(WOO! WOO!)
There they was37 | Hip-HopRap | 10 | 2 | 2,004 | 334,233 |
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1,456 | Rik Smits | Asher Roth | Part time problem, full time nonchalant
A stone flow, better known as Ash Roth
Went from Ramen to rhyming
Now I’m on top of the charts
Who would of thought them thoughts was cash crops
Ya’ll can eat my almonds
All of ya’ll that who thought that I was soft
And didn’t know that the jaw was Bradshaw
Yeah, Pittsburg steeler than wheels they scratch on
My fault that I feel I’m the realest in rap dog
Black Thought, mixed with a kid ripping on Falkor
More like Rik Smits spin without using a backboard
Nick swish, flip switch, when I get into rap form
That’s pure glory what else would I fucking rap for?
All the girls, glitz, and glow eventually goes
And I know and I’d only end up in an elephant's nose
In some trunk, trunk of a truck fucked in the butt
By some drug smuggling thug I met in the club
Fuck that, smoking blunts with a couple of buds
Bust a bunch of upper cuts when I’m up on a Just Blaze beat
They blame me when I blaze these trees
While they prescribe pills for the ADD
Like the enemy is energy
Let them be athletic
Yeah don’t think they any better cause they're getting Bs instead of Cs
Look at what they try and teach
Give them what they want to read
Personally my favorite one is Jimmy and the giant peach
Why wouldn’t I try to reach a level that they kinda see
Seen as condescending that you overlook the obvious
Asher Roth a lobbyist for teaching as a hobby
Tell the kids to speak their mind and to think of what they wanna
If you want to smoke some juana just to get it out you outta
Cause everything you wanted isn’t coming from your momma
Or a daughter
Same thing if you believe in God or karma
No matter how you’re brought up we’ll be in it all tomorrow
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1,458 | Ice Cream | Raekwon | [Produced by RZA]
[Intro: Method Man]
Ma, throw down some money
The ice cream man is coming
[Chorus: Method Man]
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming)
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, honey dip, summertime fine, Jheri dripping
Seen you on Pitkins with a bunch of chickens how you're cliquing
I kept shooting strong notes as we got close
She rocked rope, honey throat smelling like Impulse
Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
Caught me like a freshwater scrod, or may I not be God?
Attitude is very rude, boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule
They call me Starky Love, hon, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans
Black Mrs. America, your name is Erica, right, true
Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe
Caramel complexion, breath smelling like cinnamon
Excuse me, hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
Goddamn, backyard's banging like a Benzi
If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spuds McKenzie
I'm high-powered, put Adina Howard to sleep
Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week
But, uh, back to you, Maybelline queen, let's make a team
You can have anything in this world except C.R.E.A.M
So what you wanna do? What you wanna do?
Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu
You might also like[Chorus: Method Man]
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming)
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Shaolin's finest, what up, boo? Peace, your highness
Yo, I'm lounging big dick style, y'all niggas is the flyest
Moves you're making, too fly, jewels are shaking
Not a rape patient, you're looking good, fly-colored Asian
Ghettoes, them is your hometown
We can go the whole round
After that, I'm shooting downtown
I'm rocking hats and your wig is all intact
Who's that queen bee chick, eyes pearly black?
Freaks be moving in fly sneaks
Two-finger rings and gold teeth and ain't afraid to hold heat
So when I step in the square, dear
You better have cream to share, Ricans, ven aqui, yeah
[Chorus: Method Man]
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
Scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming)
[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
Black chocolate girl wonder, shake ground like thunder
Politic to your deficit step, give me your number
Your sexy persuasive tatas and thighs
Catch my eyes like pies, I want your bodily surprise
Double down some time
Ice cream, you got me falling out like a cripple
I love you like I love my dick size
Ooh, baby, I miss you, your sweet tender touches
Take pulls off the Dutches
Orgasm in my mind-state, masturbate in your clutches
I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely
Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me?
Only a hard dozen wanna be calling me cousin
Thirsty for my catalog, baby, shopping spree you're loving
Call me if you wanna get dug like the pockets
I jizz 'em like a giant, break wombs out of the sockets
[Pre-Chorus: Method Man]
Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggas, what?
It's the afterparty and bitches wanna fuck
[Chorus: Method Man]
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
Scooped in the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
Ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch
And want they titties sucked, ice cream, yeah
Your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
Scooped in the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming)
Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch
They want they titties sucked, ice cream
[Outro: Method Man]
One love to my chocolate deluxes
Keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up
One love to my butter pecan Ricans for calling me papi
That's for real
One love to caramel sundaes with the cherries on top, yeah
And big up to my French vanillas
Parlez-vous français? Mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff
That good stuff49 | Unknown | 1 | 8 | 1,995 | 380,570 |
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1,459 | Pass Out | Tinie Tempah | [Intro: Tinie Tempah]
Ugh
What happened?
It's okay, I'm good
Let's go
[Chorus: Tinie Tempah & Labrinth]
Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out
We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out
And we can do this until we pass out
So we let it rain
Let it pour away (Yeah)
And we won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out (Pass out)
[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Yeah, ah, yeah, I'm in charge now
I'm a star and I bought my fuckin' cast out
I live a very, very, very, wild lifestyle
Heidi and Audrina eat your heart out (Oh my gosh)
I used to listen to "You don't wanna bring arms house"
I've got so many clothes, I keep some in my aunt's house
Disturbing London, baby, we about to branch out
Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles' child, yeah
Yeah, yeah, and there ain't nobody fresher
Semester to semester, raving with the freshers
Twenty light bulbs around my table and my dresser
CLC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her
Say hello to Dexter, say hello to Uncle Fester
Got 'em gazin' at my necklace and my crazy sun protectors
G-Shocks, I got a crazy dumb collection
Haters, I can't fuckin' hear your reception
You might also like[Chorus: Tinie Tempah & Labrinth]
Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out
We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out
And we can do this until we pass out
So we let it rain
Let it pour away (Yeah)
And we won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out (Pass out)
[Interlude: Tinie Tempah]
Yeah
Shit was meant to last me twenty-four hours, right?
Okay, I'm good
[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah]
Yeah, they say hello, they say hola and they say bonjour
I'm pissed I never got to fly on a Concorde
I've been Southampton but I've never been to Scunthorpe
I'm fuckin' crazy with the kicks, call me Jean-Claude
I'm 'bout to be a bigger star than my mum thought
'Cause every day I got a groupie at my front door
Now I drive past the bus I used to run for
Where's my fuckin' clap, where's my encore?
Uh, I walk alone, 'cause I was born alone
I chirps her just for fun, I'll never ever call her phone
I leave her in the club, I'll never ever walk her home
DL the fuckin' foundation, I'm the cornerstone
I'm fairly famous, I'm sorta known
And if your son doesn't, I bet your daughter knows
Check out my visual, check out my audio
Extraordinary, yo, hope you enjoy the show
[Chorus: Tinie Tempah & Labrinth]
Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out
We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out
And we can do this until we pass out
So we let it rain
Let it pour away (Yeah)
And we won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out (Pass out)
[Interlude: Tinie Tempah & Labrinth]
Woah
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Woah)
Ah, look at me I've been a cheeky bastard, man
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
And look at all the drama we started
(Woah)
Now I'm in here, layin' on my back
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Sayin', "DJ won't you give me one more track?"
[Refrain: Tinie Tempah]
I'll apologise for tonight tomorrow mornin'
I'll apologise for tonight tomorrow mornin'
I'll apologise for tonight tomorrow mornin'
I'll apologise for tonight tomorrow mornin'
[Chorus: Tinie Tempah & Labrinth]
So we let it rain
Let it pour away
And we won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out (Pass out)
So we let it rain
Let it pour away
And we won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out (Pass out)
[Outro: Tinie Tempah & Labrinth]
Pass out
Pass out
Pass out
Pass out
Pass out12 | Alternative | 17 | 11 | 2,009 | 154,357 |
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1,460 | 7 Days (DJ Premier Remix) | Craig David | [Intro: Craig David]
Oh no! Look at who they let in the back door
It's been 7 days so let's roll
From the UK to Brooklyn they know
Craig David, Mos Def, and Premo
When we step on the mic we too cold
This remix might fracture your nose
[Verse 1: Mos Def a.k.a. Yaasin Bey]
Now look alive and clap your hands to it
Sexy mamis in the house, shake and dance to it
My hard head's in the place - don't act stupid
It's not Craig and Big Mos can't do it
Get that ass moving, from the front to back to it
Putting that thumping back to it
It's that music to set it off and get the mass movin
Yo tell them 'bout that shorty you came through with
[Craig David]
I met this girl in the subway, walking my way
It must have been my day
Seem like the perfect match for me, so she said to me
"Craig can you give me what I want?
I don't know about you, but I feel so good.."
Girl I can make you feel real hot tonight
So I said baby we can do it in the pouring rain
Do it again do it again till you call my name
Girl you got me insane
Can't maintain the speed in the fast lane
Or we can do it on the telephone, make you moan
Make you groan, all night long, yeah
Or we could do it on the down low, or when you're all alone
See Craig David LiveGet tickets as low as $47You might also like[Hook: Craig David](x2)
Cause it was "ooh" on Monday
And it was (two!) on Tuesday
And it was "ooh" on Wednesday
Gave her what she wanted through to Sunday
[Verse 2: Craig David]
Page 2: look at my girl
Come a little closer, gimme a twirl
Put my hands on your body cause you're on my mind
On my mind, think about you all the time
Girl can you give me what I want?
I don't know about you but I feel so hot
I want to love you baby
Do all the little things that I want to do
Or we can do it in the pouring rain
Do it again, do it again, til you call my name
Girl you got me insane
Can't maintain the speed in the fast lane
Or we can do it on the telephone, make you moan
Make you groan, all night long, yeah
Or we could do it on the down low, or when you're all alone
[Hook: Craig David](x2)
Cause it was "ooh" on Monday
And it was (two!) on Tuesday
And it was "ooh" on Wednesday
Gave her what she wanted through to Sunday
[Verse 3: Mos Def a.k.a. Yaasin Bey]
Listen, little mamma you can kill all the drama
Girl you know you gonna be here til tomorrow
Probably stay after that, later on and maybe play after that
Get it on and lay straight after that, it's like an natural fact
When you see me you know how to react
It don't matter anywhere that we at it's game time
Move your waistline shook your tail further to the bassline
Moving in the same time like we got the same sign
Peep game, it's pro ball I'm pretty laced to my part
I go off like Biz Mark
Yeah I talk big talk but carry a big staff
And stay down for laying it down your big ass
I'm know I'm wrong, but damn ma I got to tell for true
Tell the world like I tell it to you
That's it's just a mere mention of you
You make me get in the mood
Mos and Craig Dave get in the groove, it's like
[Hook: Craig David](x4)
Cause it was "ooh" on Monday
And it was (two!) on Tuesday
And it was "ooh" on Wednesday
Gave her what she wanted through to Sunday5 | RBSoul | null | null | 2,001 | 31,812 |
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1,463 | Song 2 | Blur | [Intro]
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
[Verse 1]
I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn't easy
But nothing is, no
[Chorus]
(Woo-hoo) When I feel heavy metal
(Woo-hoo) And I'm pins and I'm needles
(Woo-hoo) Well, I lie and I'm easy
All of the time, but I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet you
[Verse 2]
I got my head done
When I was young
It's not my problem
It's not my problem
[Chorus]
(Woo-hoo) When I feel heavy metal
(Woo-hoo) And I'm pins and I'm needles
(Woo-hoo) Well, I lie and I'm easy
All of the time, but I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet you
See Blur LiveGet tickets as low as $79You might also like[Outro]
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah30 | Indie Rock | 7 | 4 | 1,997 | 353,966 |
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1,465 | Never Let Me Down | Kanye West | [Intro: Jay-Z]
Oh baby
Hahahaha
Turn the motherfuckin' music up
[Chorus]
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I've found, one thing I found
Oh no, you'll never let me down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
[Over Chorus: Jay-Z]
That's right, it's what I do!
C'mon, uh-huh
Nah, you know I never let you down!
Gyeah, gyeah, yuh
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yo, first I snatched the streets, then I snatched the charts
First I had they ear, now I have they heart
Rappers came and went, I've been here from the start
I seen them put it together, watched them take it apart
Seen the Rovers roll up with ribbons
I seen them re-po'd, re-sold, then re-driven
So when I reload, he holds number one position
When you hot, I'm hot
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzling
It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'ma be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is God-given
This is hard-livin', mixed with Cristal sippin'
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
You might also like[Chorus]
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I've found, one thing I found
Oh no, you'll never let me down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I get down for my grandfather who took my momma
Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of 6, she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
Now niggas can't make it to ballots to choose leadership
But we can make it to Jacob's or to the dealership
That's why I hear new music and I just don't be feelin' it
Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it
But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even made me show ID to get inside of Sam's Club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized 'least three or four times
But in the land where niggas praise Yukons and getting paid
It's gon' take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than durags to get you waves
Nothing sad as that day my girl father passed away
So I promised to Mr. Rainey, I'm gonna marry your daughter
And you know I gotta thank you for the way that she was brought up
And I know that you were smiling when you seen the car I bought her
And you sent tears from heaven when you seen my car get balled up
But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
'Cause look what an accident did to Left Eye
First Aaliyah now Romeo must die
I know I got angels watching me from the other side
[Chorus]
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I've found, one thing I found
Oh no, you'll never let me down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
[Verse 3: J. Ivy]
We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you a part of the math
Cats think I'm delirious but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
My spirit is a part of this, that's why I get spiritual
But I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental
That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm trying to get us "us free" like Cinque
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you of my many inspirations
When I say I can't let you or self down
If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And if you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life
In my grip, I would never ever let you down
And when these words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
'Cause whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out
Take 'em to church
[Chorus]
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no, you'll never let me down
Get up, I get, get up, I get
Get up, I get, get up, I get
Get up, I get, get up, I get down
[Verse 4: Jay-Z & (Kanye West)]
Who else you know been hot this long?
(Oh yeah, we ain't finished)
Started from nothing but he got this strong
(The Roc is in the building)
Built the Roc from a pebble, peddled rock before I met you
Pedaled bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special (Wooooo)
Let you tell it, man, I'm falling
Well, somebody must have caught him
'Cause every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan 'em
Number one albums, what I got? Like four of them
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all can save the chitter chat, this and that
This is Jay, dissing Jay will get you maced
niggas get very religious
Six Hail Marys, 'Please Father forgive us'
Young, the archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas
The way y'all all follow Jigga
Hov's a living legend and I'll tell you why
Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov's still alive88 | Hip-HopRap | 10 | 2 | 2,004 | 748,708 |
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1,470 | Sweet Child O’ Mine | Guns N’ Roses | [Instrumental Intro/Guitar Riff]
[Verse 1]
She's got a smile that it seems, to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky (Sky)
Now and then, when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long, I'd probably break down and cry
[Chorus]
Woah-woah-woah
Sweet child of mine
Woah, oh-oh-oh
Sweet love of mine
[Post-Chorus Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place
Where as a child, I'd hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by
You might also like[Chorus]
Woah-oh-woah
Sweet child of mine
Ooh-woah, oh-oh-oh
Sweet love of mine
[Post-Chorus Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
Woah, oh-oh-oh
Sweet child of mine, ooh, yeah-eh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Sweet love of mine
[Guitar Solo]
[Outro]
Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Mm-mm, oh, where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Oh, where do we go now? (Where do we go?)
Where do we go? (Sweet child)
Mm-huh, where do we go now?
Ah-yah-yah-yah-yah-yah-yah-yah-oh (Where do we go? Where do we go?)
Ooh, where do we go now? (Where do we go?)
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-oh, wow
Where do we go?
Oh-oh, where do we go now?
(Oh) Where do we go, oh-oh-oh-oh? (Oh, wow)
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Woah-oh, where do we go now?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sweet child
Sweet child of mine77 | Rock | 21 | 7 | 1,987 | 964,504 |
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1,472 | Dear Diary | Joe Budden | [Intro: Sample]
It's five o'clock, I'm just getting home
Roaming on my own
What can I tell her
That she might understand?
[Verse]
The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first shit
Images like CNN but worse shit
I would down the whole Pinot Gris
But I'd see the group home without the Primo beats
And it hurts my soul
I'm a warrior so though the odds is against a nigga, Dirk gon' choke
Some people confide in the person that they sleep with
I've learned there's no such thing as a secret (oh)
I can't describe the feeling I get
You was riding shotgun, I was wheeling the whip
Shit, I even let you rock out, being Bill Belichick
Tapin' from the sidelines, stealin' my shit
But dawg, you was like a mini me, mocked me, envied me
Turns out you was blowin' hot air, Kenny G
But you was cool, accepted you instantly
Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies
And though we share a few memories
Couple wrong turns'll turn a friend to an enemy
See, phony people like phony people
Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people, look
When you invite the nerds to the cool table
Shit is bound to break up like a pool table
So wack dudes'll start feeling like the shit
And you thinkin' it's you, it's really where you sit
Or maybe you was neglected
'Cause when you take the front down and strip a nigga naked, he's dying to be accepted (oh)
I did that, just the way you was
Now you a stranger, nothing like the way you was
But uh, you not real, you not Rachel
You not Worm, you not Dill, shit, you not chill
I thought you had some couth
Fuck the fake shit, I'm really feel that you tryna screw me
You might also likeAnd you a little smarter than the average dude
So it took a nigga just a little longer to see
They tried to warn me, fought with my girl erry night about you
Shit only hurts cause she was right about you
She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one
I keep telling her "chill, I don't care none"
I got another side I never showed to you
The side where everybody is disposable
See, relationships are never a threat
Cause I'll erase the history and act like we never met
Become done giving a fuck and done calling
I got your e-mail, I was done way before then (oh)
Dear Diary, I don't wanna keep shit inside of me
I'd rather just speak to you privately
Maybe it's my mood, as far as I can see
There's really no point in having this guy with me
Change from the days of us getting in your truck
It's bigger than one song, it's bigger than a buck
It's bigger than me, bigger than buck
Bigger than voodoo, its bigger than luck, shit, it's bigger than us
I always call niggas fools for wanting to learn the hard way (when)
When I'm really the fool for tryna teach 'em
When the blinds leading the blind you can't reach 'em
If niggas ain't as hungry as you then why feed 'em?
Niggas ain't tryna be lead then why lead 'em?
Having big problems with your dogs, why breed em?
I'll keep my part up, keep my guard up
Was like Thundercats but changed faster than Cheetara
This a small part of a larger issue
Sometimes acceptance is so hard to get to
But we all equal, no one lower or above me
I love my team just as much as they love me
If not more
If I turn the knob we all going through the door, I ain't coming back for y'all
The whole crew feel the same as me
How could you ignore something so plain to see?
I'm being ig'nant, that get on my nerves every minute
What's plain to some is really Burberry printed
Being so real sometimes is a slow kill
We was one squad, you broke out like Mike Schofield
I want fillet mignon, you want oatmeal
Add up our differences equals up to no meal
No mills, yup, no deal, why you gotta chase sh*t
To know it's no thrills, for real
A nigga still beefin' with his baby momma (BUT!)
Only thing my baby ain't a baby no more
Hit her on MySpace, maybe she ain't shady no more
Sent old girl a message, no reply but she read it
Some things are so embedded and our heads is
Looking for O's but get X's, dealing wit ya exes
I was one long line away from the Tetris
She sent me the L, that sent me to hell
To the point where I’m denied my son
I don't see him, don't talk to him, I don't greet him, don't walk wit' him
But I pay for him like he's an object
No matter how right I am, in court I can't object
Dear Diary, how could she deny me?
How she go to bed without it fucking with her psyche?
Is she wrong using him so I can come back? (or)
Am I wrong for wishing I could get my cum back?
Looking for sun, all I see is the hail
How I'm gon' trust? All I see is betrayal
It's like they keep trying more and more to subdue me
And only you understand, signed by yours truly2 | Alternative | 15 | 12 | 2,007 | 31,568 |
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