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Alicia Keys – Blended Family (On The X-Factor UK16) (Live)

[Verse 1: Alicia Keys]
Hey I might not really be your mother
That don’t mean that I don’t really love ya
And even though I married your father
That’s not the only reason I’m here for ya

[Pre-Hook: Alicia Keys]
I think you’re beautiful
I think you’re perfect
I know how hard it gets
But I swear it’s worth it, worth it

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
That’s what you do, what you do, what you do
What you do for love
’cause there ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing
There ain’t nothing I won’t do for us
It may not be easy
This blended family, but baby
That’s what you do, what you do, what you do
What you do for love, love

[Verse 2: Alicia Keys]
I know it started with a little drama
I hate you had to read it in the paper
But everything’s alright with me and ya Mama
Baby everybody here you know adores ya

[Pre-Hook: Alicia Keys]
I think it’s beautiful
I think its perfect
I know how hard it gets
But I swear it’s worth it, worth it

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
That’s what you do, what you do, what you do
What you do for love
’cause there ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing
There ain’t nothing I won’t do for us
It may not be easy
This blended family, but baby
That’s what you do, what you do, what you do
What you do for love, love

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Alicia Keys]
For love, for love
Are you this real my true love
Cause you’re my baby, rejoice daily
I believe love could bring us closer than blood

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & Both]
I remember having four step-moms at nine
Loved Christmas time and birthday was fly
Hit my sister’s just for dinner cause the cookin’ was bomb
Her mother’s supper made me love her like she took me to prom (uh)
And shoutout to my sisters on welfare
Flacko care, nobody else care
And shoutout to the step-sisters and step-brothers
And god-sisters, who eventually slept with us
Real love, but you do it right, alright
I’m here for you
That is alright, alright

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
That’s what you do, what you do, what you do
What you do for love
There ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing
There ain’t nothing I won’t do for us
It may not be easy
This blended family but baby
That’s what you do, what you do, what you do
What you do for love

[Outro: Alicia Keys]
That’s just what you do (for love)
For love of the babies (for love)
We’re a blended family (for love)
And it’s alright (for love)
Said it’s alright!
I’ll be here forever

Twista – Next To You (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro: Twista]
Yeah
Twista
What up?
(I wanna get next to you)
Jeremih
Tell her
Uhuh

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I’m alone"
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you

[Verse 1: Twista]
What’s up lil’ mama? Could you tell me your name?
I’m in all white, cocaine, so flame
Is what I’m smoking on when I
Think about it when I’m looking at your body when I see you cause I really wanna come close
So fly and I want you the most
Let’s have a toast, drinks on me
Summertime, drop top, wintertime, minks on me
Too cold, I’m hoping that really want me cause I
Be at you cause wanna get next to you
In the back of the Phantom, or the club in VIP or at the bar
When I see you I feel like I’m looking at a star, up to par
Just so fly
Having dreams of you being mine, cause I’m just so high
Telling all my boys that you chose me and left yo’ guy
Magnificent situation, I’m so glad that I bumped you
Intense, let me close up this tense distance between us two
Cause I don’t wanna go hard like I wanna have sex with you
I’ma take my time and let you know (I wanna get next to you)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I’m alone"
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you

[Verse 2: Twista]
I think you sexy, ain’t no need for the faking
Could you tell me, is this seat taken? If it ain’t then can I sit down?
Compliment her like a gentleman because I know that there’s fly shit there
All the time in the back of my mind I wanna say "that’s my shit there"
With the swag of a diva, hot but not too flamboyant
Wishing I could communicate with her through clairvoyance
Telepathy and I could really tell her what I feel about her when I have a thought
Pretty skin and your lips look so soft, don’t talk, shhh, be quiet
Could you tell what I be thinking about when you see my eyes?
They say I’m looking at you like prey
And I’m a lion and I’m finna make a move
Cause I really wanna see her on my arm a lot
Tryna be her friend, I’ma become so close I’ll be her confidant
But, play hard to get and tell me why don’t I just go
Well I think you are the shit so (I wanna get next to you)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I’m alone"
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you

[Outro: Jeremih & Twista]
And when you call me
That’s right
And I’m gon make sure I’ll be on my way next to you baby
I wanna get next to you
Wanna be close to you baby
I wanna get next to you

Kate Bush – And Dream Of Sheep

Little light shining
Little light will guide them to me
My face is all lit up
My face is all lit up
If they find me racing white horses
They’ll not take me for a buoy
Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep
Oh I’ll wake up to any sound of engines
Every gull a seeking craft
I can’t keep my eyes open
Wish I had my radio
I’d tune into some friendly voices
Talking ’bout stupid things
I can’t be left to my imagination
Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep
Ooh, their breath is warm
And they smell like sleep
And they say they take me home
Like poppies, heavy with seed
They take me deeper and deeper

Passenger – Girl From The North Country (Bob Dylan Cover)

If you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
If you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
That’s the way I remember her best
I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day
So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Thirdstory – G Train (feat. Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Elliot]
G train on the weekend, speed up or slow down
Gathering gathering, get off this train or you’re gonna go back uptown
G train on the weekend, there’s no way out
Traveling traveling, it’s 2am and I thought I’d be home by now

[Pre-Chorus: Elliot]
What am I doing this for?
I followed you to your door
I should’ve already known
To keep going on home

[Chorus: Richard]
Love, I gotta warn you
I’m starting to get drawn to
What you make me go through (get going or I’m gone)
I’ve been losing patience
Your mind is always changing
Back and forth, I’m waiting (get going or I’m gone forever)

[Verse 2: Ben]
G train on the weekend, hum and reload
A lullaby for the guy who fell down nearby cause he did a bit too much blow
G train on the weekend, just me and my head
Wondering why you deny my love when I keep on running back to your side

[Pre-Chorus: Ben]
What am I doing this for?
I followed you to your door
I should’ve already known
To get going on home
You told me don’t take it too fast
Cause you got an ugly past
I think I could help but you don’t
Guess get going on home

[Chorus: Richard]
Love, I gotta warn you
Starting to get drawn to
What you make me go through (get going or I’m gone)
I’ve been losing patience
Your mind is always changing
Back and forth I’m waiting (get going or I’m gone forever)

[Bridge]
I won’t, I won’t wait here
I won’t wait here for you (yeah)
I won’t (let’s talk about it), I won’t wait here (King Push)
I won’t wait here for you to get on board (it’s just a conversation)

[Bridge: Pusha T]
Time’s ticking, I’m waiting as I’m wishing
While you sitting on your hands as your mind’s switching
Expecting me to stick around while you side-picking
You can’t chase the G train once I’m missing
What’s to debate? I’m the obvious win
You see only your NFL player only calls you a friend
While your basketball nigga only calls for events
And your personal trainer can’t afford you these gyms
I know that everyone alive has a past
And you know that they ain’t confident, they gonna ask
And he know that he won’t stick around for the crash
And we know that I’m the only one that’s gonna last (yeah)

[Chorus: Richard] (x2)
Love, I gotta warn you
Starting to get drawn to
What you make me go through (get going or I’m gone)
I’ve been losing patience
Your mind is always changing
Back and forth I’m waiting (get going or I’m gone forever)

[Outro]
I’ve been on a G train, in and out of Brooklyn
Come and let me love you, I could take you places
I’ve been on a G train, in and out of Brooklyn
Come and let me love you, I could take you places

The xx – On Hold (On SNL) (Live)

[Verse 1: Romy Madley Croft]
I don’t blame you
We got carried away
I can’t hold on
To an empty space

[Pre-Chorus: Oliver Sim]
Now you’ve found a new star to orbit
It could be love
I think you’re too soon to call us old
When and where did we go cold?
I thought I had you on hold

[Chorus 1: Oliver Sim]
And every time I let you leave
I always saw you coming back to me
When and where did we go cold?
I thought I had you on hold

[Post-Chorus 1: Oliver Sim & Hall & Oates]
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to?
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Dare me to, dare me to
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to?
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
I thought I had you on hold
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to?
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Dare me to, dare me to
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to?
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Dare me to, dare me to

[Verse 2: Romy Madley Croft]
My young heart chose to believe
We were destined
Young hearts
All need love
Call it a lesson
The stars and the charts
And the cards make sense
Only when we want them to
When I lie awake staring in to space
I see a different view

[Pre-Chorus: Oliver Sim]
Now you’ve found a new star to orbit
It could be love
I think you’re too soon to call us old
When and where did we go cold?
I thought I had you on hold

[Chorus 2: Oliver Sim]
And every time I let you leave
I always saw you coming back to me
When and where did we go cold?
I thought I had you on hold
I thought I had you on hold
I thought I had you on hold

[Post-Chorus 2: Hall & Oates]
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to?
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Dare me to, dare me to
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to?
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to?
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Dare me to, dare me to
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to?
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Dare me to, dare me to

[Chorus 2: Oliver Sim]
And every time I let you leave
I always saw you coming back to me
When and where did we go cold?
I thought I had you on hold
I thought I had you on hold
I thought I had you on hold

Grace VanderWaal – I Don’t Know My Name (Lyric Video)

[Intro Chorus]
I don’t know my name
I don’t play by the rules of the game
So you say I’m just trying, just trying

[Verse 1]
So I heard you are my sister’s friend
You get along quite nicely
You ask me why I cut my hair
And changed myself completely

[Chorus]
I don’t know my name
I don’t play by the rules of the game
So you say I’m just trying, just trying

[Verse 2]
I went from bland and popular
To joining the marching band
I made the closest friends
I’ll ever have in my lifetime

[Bridge]
I am lost, trying to get found
In an ocean of people
Please don’t ask me any questions
You won’t get a valid answer
I’ll just say that

[Chorus]
I don’t know my name
I don’t play by the rules of the game
So you say I’m just trying, just trying

[Outro Chorus]
I now know my name!
I don’t play by the rules of the game
So you say, I’m not trying
But I’m trying, to find my way

Bastille – Good Grief (At Capitol Studios) (Live)

[Bastille]
So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers

Shut my eyes and count to ten
It goes in one ear out the other
One ear out the other
Burning bright right till the end
Now you’ll be missing from the photographs
Missing from the photographs

Watching through my fingers…
Watching through my fingers…

In my thoughts you’re far away and you are whistling a melody
Whistling a melody
Crystallizing clear as day, oh I can picture you so easily
Picture you so easily

What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it
What’s gonna be left of the world oh

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more!
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more!

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers

Caught off guard by your favorite song
I’ll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral
Sleeping in the clothes you love
It’s such a shame we had to see them burn
Shame we had to see them burn

What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it
What’s gonna be left of the world oh

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

You might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my senses
And you might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my words
So get drunk, call me a fool, put me in my place, put me in my place
Pick me up, up off the floor, put me in my place, put me in my place

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Cause every minute and every hour

(I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more…)

Zac Brown Band – On This Train (At The 2016 Zamily Reunion In Fayetteville, GA) (Live)

I’m on this train, I can’t slow down, and the
Brakes are gone and I’m running out
Of reasons to even try to stop me now.
And it seems to me no matter where I turn
I fall off these tracks and I get burned.
But someday, I’m gonna finally make it home.

But these wheels keep on taking me the long way.
And I just don’t know when they’ll finally stop.
But I know if they keep taking me the long way, the wrong way
I’m falling off, ain’t never getting up.

It’s different through another’s eyes
To see the pain she feels inside.
With her pretty smile, it’s gonna fool you every time.

I got my foot on the gas, full steam ahead, and I
Can’t forget what my daddy said, he said
Happiness is found inside your heart.

But these wheels keep on taking me the long way,
And I just don’t know when they’ll finally stop.
But I know if they keep taking me the long way, the wrong way.
I’m falling off, ain’t never getting up.

But these wheels keep on taking me the long way,
And I just don’t know when they’ll finally stop
But I know if they keep taking me the long way, the wrong way.
I’m falling off, ain’t never getting up.

Got my foot on the gas, full steam ahead, and I
Can’t forget what my daddy said, he said
Happiness is found inside your heart.
And someday, I hope you’ll finally be home.

Davido – Coolest Kid In Africa (feat. Nasty C)

[Hook: Davido]
Mi o fe mo n’pa any daddy
I pray to God say I go make am, eehh
She dey feel the bass wey dey make the girls shake am, ehh-eh
If you fuck around, you go make my guys ginger ooh

[Chorus: Davido]
I be making and spending the owo
Mehn, I be balling the owo, balling the owo
Never be saving the owo, I be uploading the owo
Getting the owo, and I go take your Iyawo
Mehn, I go take your Iyawo, take her to Guamo
Mehn, I go changey her life, put some owo in her life, ehh

"Ehh!"

[Verse 1: Davido]
Omo mi o fee mo o, I just want your lovin’
Modupe, Olo’un, I just want your touchin’
I just want your love, I just want your trust
Body hot like a kettle, come and get this heavy medal
Straight to it, no fore-play
Body looking like Beyoncé
Yeezy’s on me like a Kanye
Adding on me ‘coz I’m being paid
I gat get realest in Africa
Bitch I’m the biggest in Africa
I gat my riches from Africa
Gat lots of bitches in Africa

[Hook: Davido]
Mi o fe mo n’pa any daddy
I pray to God say I go make am, eehh
She dey feel the bass wey dey make the girls shake am, ehh-eh
If you fuck around, you go make my guys ginger ooh

[Chorus: Davido]
I be making and spending the owo
Mehn, I be balling the owo, balling the owo
Never be saving the owo, I be uploading the owo
Getting the owo, and I go take your Iyawo
Mehn, I go take your Iyawo, take her to Guamo
Mehn, I go changey her life, put some owo in her life, ehh

I be making and spending the owo
Mehn, I be balling the owo, balling the owo
Never be saving the owo, I be uploading the owo
Getting the owo, and I go take your Iyawo
Mehn, I go take your Iyawo, take her to Guamo
Mehn, I go changey her life, put some owo in her life, ehh

"Uh-yea!"

[Verse 2: Nasty C]
Goddamn, body smokey
Pass her to me ..
Feel the pest high-top
That’s a fake sassy to me
This’ a different typa party
Book a table for three and buy a mattress for three (book it, Nigga)
You and your girl just came outta the closet
I’m happy for me ..
It’s seven digits on receipts now
The money coming like a breeze now
The money calls me on repeat now
I let the Uber man eavesdrop
I got my riches from Africa
I’m the Coolest Kid in Africa, boy
I’m as humble as an amateur
Get up and pray and get the money afterwards (church)
Pockets never been deeper
Bitches never been shallower
If I throw a couple Geez up
And she’ll prolly let my shadow fuck
And, she’ll do it for a half a nut
She ain’t take it to the reap
I EFT my plug a tip
And he delivers to the crib, yea

[Hook: Davido]
Mi o fe mo n’pa any daddy
I pray to God say I go make am, eehh
She dey feel the bass wey dey make the girls shake am, ehh-eh
If you fuck around, you go make my guys ginger ooh

[Chorus: Davido]
I be making and spending the owo
Mehn, I be balling the owo, balling the owo
Never be saving the owo, I be uploading the owo
Getting the owo, and I go take your Iyawo
Mehn, I go take your Iyawo, take her to Guamo
Mehn, I go changey her life, put some owo in her life, ehh

I be making and spending the owo
Mehn, I be balling the owo, balling the owo
Never be saving the owo, I be uploading the owo
Getting the owo, and I go take your Iyawo
Mehn, I go take your Iyawo, take her to Guamo
Mehn, I go changey her life, put some owo in her life, ehh

[Outro: Davido]
Mi o fe mo n’pa any ..
I pray to God say I go make am
She dey feel the bass wey dey make the girls shake am
If you fuck around, you go make my guys ginger ooh

Hippo Campus – Monsoon

[Verse 1]
Just two days after the first of June
A pine with arms brushing off the dew
Unlike a sky copious with death
Precipitation of heart and head
Should wash the rest of her youth away
And carry on with it as she may
But something’s pending curvaceously
‘Cuz sunburned skin won’t agree with me

[Refrain]
It should’ve been me
It should’ve been me
It should’ve been me
It should’ve been me

[Verse 2]
The pleasure’s good as the pleasure’s sound
My chin held shut so my heart can talk louder
I was a mess just like the pool
Our days spent crossed out of Sunday school
July has always been shy of June
Some monsoon, monsoon, monsoon
Come heavy of a golden hue
My monsoon monsoon, monsoon
Monsoon, monsoon
Monsoon, monsoon
Monsoon, monsoon
Monsoon, monsoon

[Refrain]
It should’ve been me
It should’ve been me
It should’ve been me
It should’ve been me
It should’ve been me
It should’ve been me
It should’ve been me
It should’ve been me

Three Days Grace – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore

[Verse 1]
I don’t like stayin’ at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My handshake, cellophane, landscape
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show
UFO obliterate the way that I feel

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Outro]
High anymore
High anymore
High anymore
High anymore

The Chain Gang Of 1974 – Slow

[Verse]
You took away everything I had faith in
Left me drowned, shattered, wondering through a crowd
I took some pills, sang a song, then I fell down
To my surprise, I woke up and was screaming loud

[Chorus 1]
On and on and on, it’s up and go
I know I’m moving slow

[Verse]
You took away everything I had faith in
Left me drowned, shattered, wondering through a crowd
I took some pills, sang a song, then I fell down
To my surprise, I woke up and was screaming loud

[Chorus 2]
On and on and on, it’s up and go
I know I’m moving slow, but at least I’ve still got soul
I know I’m moving slow, but at least I’ve still got my soul

[Bridge]
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low

[Chorus 2]
On and on and on, it’s up and go
I know I’m moving slow, but at least I’ve still got soul
I know I’m moving slow, but at least I’ve still got my soul

[Outro]
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low
Can’t stop, can’t stop slipping away
I can’t help feeling so low

Pitbull – Can’t Have (feat. Steven A. Clark & Ape Drums)

[Intro: Pitbull (Steven A. Clark)]
Ape Drums, Steven Clark, and yours truly
Mr. W.W., haha!
I told you once (Can’t Have)
I tell you twice (Can’t Have)
The grass looks greener on the other side
Til you get to the other side, haha

[Pre-Hook: Steven A. Clark]
Well you’re happy now
And I’m so glad, cause you’re so right
Well then I guess we always
Want what we can’t have
Why does loneliness hurt so bad
And girl I want you back
Well then I guess we always
Want what we can’t have

[Hook: Steven A. Clark]
Can’t Have
Can’t Have
Can’t Have
Ohhhhhh!

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
I seen Central Park, from my hotel room
And it’s got me thinking
About the crazy things we use to do
For the fame, for the power, for the fortune
Ducked prison, ducked death, I’m fortunate
It was all a dream, now I wake up and live it
Thinking that the sky was the limit
Til I figured out there was footprints on the moon
Now I’m like get out the way, bitch move

[Bridge: Pitbull]
Papo I’m live, fuck the other side
I’m always gonna rep 305 til I die
Everyone knows that this chico gon’ ride
Now I won’t kill you but I’ll watch you die
I’m always gonna rep 305 til I die
Everyone knows that this chico gon’ ride
Now I won’t kill you but I’ll watch you die
Everyone wants what they can’t have right?

[Pre-Hook]
Well you’re happy now
And I’m so glad, cause you’re so right
Well then I guess we always
Want what we can’t have
Why does loneliness hurt so bad
And girl I want you back
Well then I guess we always
Want what we can’t have

[Hook 2: Steven A. Clark]
Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Ohhhhhh!

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Looking at my backyard, now all I see the ocean
Not bad for a kid that grew up with roaches
Drama, chaos, and different coaches
That’s what allows me to see through these vultures
First we shining shoes
Then we own the shoe shop
First we make the sandwich
Then we own the restaurants
First then we the clean houses
Then we own every house on the block
Not bad for some immigrants

[Bridge: Pitbull]
Papo I’m live, fuck the other side
I’m always gonna rep 305 til I die
Everyone knows that this chico gon’ ride
Now I won’t kill you but I’ll watch you die
I’m always gonna rep 305 til I die
Everyone knows that this chico gon’ ride
Now I won’t kill you but I’ll watch you die
Everyone wants what they can’t have right?

[Pre-Hook]
Well you’re happy now
And I’m so glad, cause you’re so right
Well then I guess we always
Want what we can’t have
Why does loneliness hurt so bad
And girl I want you back
Well then I guess we always
Want what we can’t have

[Hook 2]
Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Ohhhhhh!

[Outro: Steven A. Clark]
Well I guess we always want
What we can’t have

Nyck Caution – Show No Love (feat. Kirk Knight)

(Ain’t no love up in the city) x7
Hey, yo..

[Intro – Nyck Caution]
Cause there’s no love up in the city, yeah
And I ain’t really tryna single it out
But it’s a fact that this shit been getting gritty, yeah
We gotta make it out alive
But you know these motherfuckers stay missing
Another day another pill man
So you know the deal man
They be pain killing, yeah
Ain’t no love if you ain’t wit it
Ain’t no love up in the city
But I’ve been for the freedom
I’m for the love
I’m tryna trust everybody that I’m with but it’s all fucked up
(But it’s all fucked up)
I said it’s all fucked up
(Yo it’s all fucked up)
Yo, you know I’m for the freedom
I’m for the love
I’m tryna trust everybody that I’m with
But it’s all fucked up
(But it’s all fucked up)
I said it’s all fucked up
Ain’t no love up in the city

[Verse 1 – Nyck Caution]
Ain’t no love up in the city when you tryna be the next out
Everybody gunning for the same spot
And it’s the same old shit got me stressed out
Yeah, my brothers sniffing and he tell me that he can’t stop
Just another raindrop, (Yeah)
Till the pain stop, (Yeah)
Short living cause you know the side effects ain’t pleasing
New York is the city of dreams, because we sleeping and these people ain’t impressed that easy
I ain’t worried bout nothing I ain’t involved with
Making sure that we get it got em honest
Got this city on my back
Told my people I would honor those who got me so I either break my promise or my collarbone
So let it go, I ain’t letting it fly
Let us build unless you wanna let intelligence die
We be underneath the surface I ain’t telling a lie
From the coast that don’t ever provide
Cause there’s no love up in the city, yeah

[Hook – Nyck Caution]
And I ain’t really tryna single it out
But it’s a fact that this shit been getting gritty, yeah
We gotta make it out alive
But you know these motherfuckers stay missing
Another day another pill man
So you know the deal man
They be pain killing, yeah
Ain’t no love if you ain’t wit it
Ain’t no love up in the city
But I’ve been for the freedom
I’m for the love
I’m tryna trust everybody that I’m with but it’s all fucked up
I said it’s all fucked up
Yo, yo you know I’m for the freedom
I’m for the love
I’m tryna trust everybody that I’m with
But it’s all fucked up
I said it’s all fucked up
Ain’t no love up in the city, ain’t no love up in the

[Bridge – Kirk Knight]
Show no love
Kill the competition
Make a name
Young boy
On a mission
Everyday I pray

Show no love
Kill the competition
Make a name
Young boy
On a mission
Everyday I slay

[Verse 2 – Kirk Knight]
Uh, ain’t no love up in the city, stare at mirrors counting O’s
Even oxys lookin’ dimmer, lookin’ deep through my pores
Pour my heart out on the stage
Ain’t no love if I flaw, flaw with me
Hostility, feel it in my bones, tinglin’ my spinal cord
And life lines on it make the feeling more
But the more merrier keep me more focused, on the love
Never shove the hand that’s dealt, keep the cat up off the skunk
Tricks up my sleeve, treat my niggas that’s involved
Tryna stand tall in the city deep in these situations
But I never put my hands out
Life’s a roller-coaster, never keep my hands out
Climb the ladder of success, so a nigga stand out
Nighttime motherfucker, niggas always creep about
And the city never sleep
Tried to grab you by your mouth
And a nigga free to speak
So you gonna hear it loud

[Hook – Nyck Caution]
And I ain’t really tryna single it out
But it’s a fact that this shit been getting gritty, yeah
We gotta make it out alive
But you know these motherfuckers stay missing
Another day another pill man
So you know the deal man
They be pain killing, yeah
Ain’t no love if you ain’t wit it
Ain’t no love up in the city
But I’ve been for the freedom
I’m for the love
I’m tryna trust everybody that I’m with but it’s all fucked up
I said it’s all fucked up
Yo, yo you know I’m for the freedom
I’m for the love
I’m tryna trust everybody that I’m with
But it’s all fucked up
I said it’s all fucked up
Ain’t no love up in the city, ain’t no love up in the

[Outro – Nyck Caution]
(Ain’t no love up in the city when you tryna be the next out) x2

Lil Durk – Shooters (feat. Snap Dogg & Antt Beatz)

[Intro]
Stuntman, woah, woah

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Verse 1: Snap Dogg]
Niggas swear that they shooters, ain’t shot shit
Ask about me, they gon’ tell you that I drop shit
When Glock clips on hot shit, really hit your top bitch
I can put this chopper down drop quick
Y’all be beefing over pussy nigga?
I swear y’all some pussy niggas
On weak shit, beef shit
Y’all ain’t with that street shit
I shot up your whole body, closed casket, y’all can’t see shit
(Shit there goes Snap Dogg)
That’s an opp nigga
That’s my chop nigga
I’m really with the shit, do your homework
Coulda put my niggas on you but I do my own dirt

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Bridge: Snap Dogg]
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we ain’t (?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Game is water, stand in them trenches with .45s raining
Show money go up to 50, them niggas can’t be jaded
Red light, green light, catch you at red at night my city dangerous
Cause your life, you cool, but when you’re dead niggas make you famous
Homicide been looking for me, riding around with my bitch
There go Durk, let’s get him, (?) cops and (?)
Hit that Smith and tell these rappers diss ’em
Swish ’em, catch ’em, blick ’em
Instagram and Snapchat might be the calls of the victims
I don’t need to shoot, I know my brothers got me
I got Rugers, Macs, .40s, 90s, wooden Dracos with the handle
Fuck a rumor nigga, ask me for the truth
And I’m talking (?) street, (?) I got the juice

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Bridge: Snap Dogg]
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we ain’t (?)

Dae Dae & London On Da Track – Hit The Block

[Intro]
Uhm-hmmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(We got London on the track)
Hahaha, oh I like this one London
This one go hard, I’m finna fuck this one up
Nah I’ma fuck this up like

[Hook]
Remember I just blew my first mil (blew it)
Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (the newest)
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter (drank)
With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha (Keisha)
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost (whew)
Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot (uh)
Pissed off, I can’t make a number or a shot (fuck)
Fuck it, I ain’t shoot no more, I’m bout to hit the block
Hit the block late, hit the block

[Verse 1]
Dime a dozen
Ride with me, you will get a lot of it (you will)
Pride of my son, he’ll ride with me junior
Size ’em up, got to show ’em who the biggest (who-who)
Shot the perp coming on my fucking pivot
Straight (?) user, drive a Civic (skrt)
Want a whole 8 ball? Give me a minute (hold on wait)
You gon’ fall face first, it’s all in your feelings (bitch)
Got my first (?) when I was 14 (Quay)
I know this sound crazy but I don’t drink
I told my lady to satisfy me
Cause baby you gon’ fuck around and lose me (I’m telling you)

[Hook]
Remember I just blew my first mil
Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter
With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost
Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot
Pissed off, I can’t make a number or a shot
Fuck it, I ain’t shoot no more, I’m bout to hit the block
Hit the block late, hit the block

[Verse 2]
Ain’t got common sense (no)
You know I ride with them niggas who will die for me
Homicide if you fucking with my benefits (go on top)
But you tried if you thinking I’m not with the shits
No pot, I used shit and piss on the concrete bricks
.45 tucked on the side of me just in case she bitch
Multiplied if you think that they would decrease (the fuck?)
Wonder why R&B, yeah I’m listening to Lucci (Lucci)
In my motherfucking feelings (God damn)
Over there in them trenches, yeah
I’m not Haitian like (?)
Oh Lord I did it, yeah
I can’t believe it, I just damn

[Hook]
Remember I just blew my first mil (damn)
Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (sheesh)
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter (how the hell?)
With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost (turn up)
Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot (yeah)
Pissed off, I can’t make a number or a shot (yeah)
Fuck it, I ain’t shoot no more, I’m bout to hit the block
Hit the block late, hit the block

[Outro]
Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah
Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah
Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah
Hit the block late, hit the block

Da$h – Grade A

(Drugs, Grade-A, Bitch, Grade-A, Gun, Grade-A)
(Yeah, So x4)
(Bitch, Grade-A, Drugs, Grade-A)
(Ayy, Grade-A, Grade-A, Grade-A)
Yeah, So
(Drugs, Grade-A, Bitch, Grade-A, Gun, Grade-A)
Yeah, So
As if you ain’t fuckin’ know
As if you ain’t fuckin’ know
(See me, say mayday)
Yeah, So
Ayy
Yeah, So
Yeah, So

[Hook]
Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck the DEA
Sippin’ jugg, [?] for a rainy day
If my teacher saw me now what would she say
Same thing that the fiends say, Grade-A

Grade-A (x17)

Fuck the cops, fuck the Judge, fuck the DEA

Yeah, So (x8)

[Verse 1]
Been in corners, burnin’ bridges, breakin’ bitches
All while tryna duck the sentence too
Young and troubled, dubbed the pinnacle
Getting who, tre eight on the physical
Snub turn your brain to noodle soup
Came to show these niggas who is who
Packs that I flew and sold in school, Grade A

[Verse 2]
Mayday, don’t fuck with no naysay
I ain’t seen shit, want the P with the beam kit
Need some cut to mix the lean with
Turn your wife into a scene bitch
All facts, got some niggas serving life times
Cause most of y’all niggas all rats
Observe from the top, blowin’ pot, sippin’ drop
And I swear I ain’t lonely now that my demons my homies
I swear if they could they would clone me
Completing a mission my flow is forbidden
I swear you too big for your britches
I’m fuckin’ they bitches
I’m from the era where you bang and you giving out stitches You faggots would of known, I’m getting to the dough
Anyway I can, [?] kitchen, then we bagging dope
Out a fuckin’ brick, doing hand to hands
You would think we playing ring around the rose
London town, a couple thousand pound a show
Bitch, don’t you say that I ain’t international
Ever been to places when you go to other places
That customs will hassle you, trappin’ for capital
All off of rappin’, know that I’m snappin’
Young and I’m active
You try to interfere, my instinct is clappin’
I’m true to my faction
We move out the tightest of regiments
Surrounding myself with some predicates
Destination, where the cheddar is
Sliding down, off the sedatives
Ridin’ ’round, off the medicine
Weapons is guns and intelligence
Say that the Devil sent, I’m sure I ain’t Heaven sent
But then again, yeah I’m hella bent
Yeah, I’m hella bent
But then again, yeah I’m hella bent
They say that we Devil sent
I’m just sure I ain’t Heaven sent
Then again, yeah I’m hella bent
Hella bent, then again, yeah I’m hella bent

[Hook]
Fuck the cops, fuck the Judge, fuck the DEA
Sippin’ jugg, [?] for a rainy day
If my teacher saw me now what would she say
Same thing that the fiends say, Grade A

Grade-A (x17)

Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck the DEA

Yeah, So (x8)

[Outro]
No stress, more checks, more sex. What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout?

What you smokin’ on? You smokin’ on some fire?

Might be some Ammi, might be some mafuckin’ Cheese, it just might be some Hogs Breath. I just know I smokin’ better than y’all niggas is smokin’ at home

Aww yeah (True)

And they gave me a school bus

Right, not a green room, but a green bus

Nigga, I’mma professor nigga

That’s life

I’m professor nigga

That’s progress

My profession is; livin’ like a wild mafucka and makin’ y’all niggas hate y’all shit or just wanna do it like me. Cause don’t front you wanna do it like me

PREACH

Real talk. RIP Yams, Free Mugga nigga, I don’t give a fuck ’bout nothin’ else. My niggas or nothin’

It’s all love

Uncle Murda – Cam’ron Voice (Remix) (feat. Cam’ron)

[Intro: Paid In Full Sample]
Ayo, aye, niggas get shot everyday, B
You be aight, nigga. You tough, right?

I’m out, Rico

[Hook]
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, you be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice

[Verse]
I’mma say what’s on my mind
Y’all can say whatever
I’m rooting for Trump
He bringing back the Reagan era
Can’t trust Hillary
Hillary can’t suck dick
That’s why Bill cheated with the Monica Lewinsky bitch
Homies getting shot up in front of they kids
You think we give a fuck who the president is
I know the kid they shot but I’m cooler with the shooter
After he shot him, he robbed him, went to the jeweler
Huh, got niggas tucking their chain in
Crime pays when you putting that pain in
Her man got shot, look at her ungrateful ass
She ain’t at the hospital, she in the club shaking her ass

[Hook]
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, you be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice

[Verse]
Oh we in the hood we all strapped like
Niggas like, "You heard about that kid they killed last night?"
Huh, I’m like, "Nope. I don’t wanna hear about it
Wasn’t none of my niggas, homie, so I don’t want to care about it."
He like, "His cousin was in the fifth grade with you."
I’m like, "Homie, I don’t care who he related to"
I ain’t losing no sleep over that dead nigga
I don’t care if his mother heard what I said, nigga
Damn, Murda, you cold
I was fucking with Rico
Damn, nigga, you told
I’m paid in full with a full clip
I’m shooting niggas that’s cool with niggas I’m beefing with

[Hook]
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, he be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice
Niggas get shot everyday
B, you be aight
He tough, right
Cam’ron Voice

Snoh Aalegra – Feels

[Verse 1]
Second night in Paris, I
I can’t help but think about our rendezvous
I miss you in the crowd
I seem to never learn my ways with you

[Chorus]
But I just feel
My arguin’ right to my [?]
I never knew, no, no
All of these feels

[Verse 2]
I almost missed my flight
I couldn’t sleep at all, I was tossin’ turnin’ all night
I miss you by my side
Don’t think that I’d survive this world without you
Baby I never seen, never seen
Seen so many, seen so many things that I believe
Like I believe in me and you

[Chorus]
‘Cause I just feel
My arguin’ right to my [?]
I never knew, no, no
All of these feels

[Verse 3]
Second night in Paris, I
I can’t help but think about our rendezvous
I miss you in the crowd (Yes I do)
I seem to never learn my ways with you

[Chorus]
But I just feel
My arguin’ right to my [?]
I never knew, no, baby, no, no
All of these feels
I never knew, no, baby, no, no
All of these feels
I never knew, no, baby
All of these feels
I never knew, baby
How you make me feel
I never knew, knew
How you make me feel
I never knew, my love
I never knew, boy
How you make me feel

[Outro]
Oh, my love
Oh, my love, yes
Oh my love

Leaf – Plate

[Intro]
Got your bitch on my arm, she with me
I don’t wait outside the lines for nothin’
I got everything you need, so what you want?
I got everything you need, so what you want?

[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck ’bout what you say
Only fuck with niggas makin’ plays
All my bitches eatin’, gettin’ cake
If you ridin’ with me, grab a plate

[Post-Hook]
If you fuckin’ with me, if you fuckin’ with me
If you fuckin’ with me, grab a fuckin’ plate though
But if you hatin’ on me, if you hatin’ on me
No love for ’em, no love for ’em

[Verse 1]
If you fuckin’ with me I got love for yah
Big ol’ booty strippers, I got dubs for yah
All my niggas need it, I got drugs for yah
‘Cause if you’re in my city, I’m the plug for yah
Shakin’ for them bands, so I drop them bands
But if you’re twerkin’ with your hands, I don’t want no hands

[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck ’bout what you say
Only fuck with niggas makin’ plays
All my bitches eatin’, gettin’ cake
If you ridin’ with me, grab a plate

[Post-Hook]
If you fuckin’ with me, if you fuckin’ with me
If you fuckin’ with me, grab a fuckin’ plate though
But if you hatin’ on me, if you hatin’ on me
No love for ’em, no love for ’em

[Verse 2]
In the drop top with the top down
Got my girls with me, got her crop down
Every nigga starin’ up the block now
Throw yah hands up like the cops’ out
[?] white, never cop out
24/7, never clock out
Got my Vans on with the socks out
With my shades on, sun blocked out

[Bridge]
All my girls thick like we eatin’ good
All my girls breaded like fried chicken would
All my girls makin’ what they fuckin’ should
From the east to the west, we gettin’ out the hood

[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck ’bout what you say
Only fuck with niggas makin’ plays
All my bitches eatin’, gettin’ cake
If you ridin’ with me, grab a plate

K Camp – Rare Form Freestyle

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull

Justin Stone – Finally (feat. Jzac)

[Verse 1: Justin Stone]
Story changed since I first started
They wrote me off, they should have left me broken hearted
Brush em off and I said screw it
I’ll work until they can’t ignore it
Used to laugh at me but ask em who they wanting more of
Yeah, lately dreams just came to life
My critics having nightmares this could happen overnight
Work ethic from my perspective you can’t step into my mind
Wrote two songs before the sun came up, please don’t say you grind
No, while they got drunk I studied all the greats
And all this I looked up to saying I tear down the stage
They got beef with me from jealousy I’m claiming back my state
I am 20 on some shit that you won’t get by 28

[Hook: Justin Stone]
I turned my passions into actions
Remember days when they said none of this would happen
I kept on moving kept my head down I stayed focused
I was waiting for them all to come around
But now they finally fuck with me (Yeah, yeah)
Now they finally fuck with me (Yeah, yeah)
Now they finally fuck with me

[Verse 2: JZAC]
Oh you loving me, now you want my company
Fuck me oh its fuck you too, now they finally fuck with me
At the double tree celebrate with bubbly
It’s all changing suddenly, now they finally fuck with me
Everybody wanna live big though
Cars and the covers of the magazines
How you finna whip in the Benz though
You ain’t got money for the gasoline
All looked good til it hit the fan
I hit the fan online cause my shits demanding
I split the bands cause they lift the banner
I smoke cubans and scroll through my instagram
Man I feel like Red Aurebach
I would kill to take hours back
But you can’t dwell on that hourglass
All my homies smoke sourpatch
I don’t smoke weed cause I think too much
I drink too much and girl you cling too much
Know its my fault when I fall behind
Pick me up if I sing too much

[Hook: Justin Stone]
I turned my passions into actions
Remember days when they said none of this would happen
I kept on moving kepy my head down I stayed focused
I was waiting for them all to come around
But now they finally fuck with me
Now they finally fuck with me
Now they finally fuck with me

No one used to play my shit
No one used to go to my shows
And now they finally do

Azad – Goddesses

[Verse 1]
Yeah, i like you, i’m only seeing the positive
[?]

[Hook]
[?]
The way she move her body
Girl you’re so [?]
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it

[Verse 2]
Yeah, she moved from Atlanta
Pursuing all the shoots and the cameras
She thinking she the truth, ay
Getting loose, sippng [?]
And these fuckboys [?] she really got the juice
She [?]
They way she moves, she got that Lucifer magic
Every dollar [?]
[?] mind games you can imagine, she make it happen
Hold up, in the club with the ballers, she get it crackin’ though
If you ain’t packing your bread up just get to packing yo
And fucking with you get you stacking cause she got expensive habits and she always get exactly what she asking for

[Hook]
[?]
The way she move her body
Girl you’re so [?]
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it

[Bridge]
Girl tell me what you waiting for
I ain’t really trynna wait no more
You know i’m gonna get it
Might as well give it
You should come and take what’s yours
Girl tell me what you waiting for
I ain’t really trynna wait no more
You know i’m gonna get it
Might as well give it
Might as well give it

[Hook]
[?]
The way she move her body
Girl you’re so [?]
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it
Won’t you come and ride it

Reea – Rain (feat. Akcent)

Every day where I go. You’re the one I’m searching for. I realise is not the same. You’re falling out of love. Lovely words but no aim. Baby you’re playing a game. Cold embrace, nothing more. Your heart is like a stone.(rain) Habibi bibile. I wanna feel the same. I wanna find my way. I’m your way, I can say. Baby I’m your way. Habibi bibile. I wanna love you babe. You are my summer raaain. Lovely days every day. You are my summer raaain. Aaaaaaai. Habibiiileee. Aaaaaaai. Habibiiileee.

No ending rain inside my soul. I need the days we had before. I’m torn in half but I won’t say. You take my breath away. Lovely words but no aim. Baby you’re playing a game. Cold embrace, nothing more. Your heart is like a stone.. Habibi bibile. I wanna feel the same. I wanna find my way. I’m your way, I can say. Baby I’m your way. Habibi bibile. I wanna love you babe. You are my summer rain. Lovely days, every day. You are my summer raaain. Aaaaaaai. Habibiiileee. Aaaaaaai. Habibiiileee.

Big Scoob – Bitch Please (feat. E-40 & B-Legit) (H.O.G Album)

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
I ain’t gang bangin’ I’m a gang member
Love for my blood and the rest get the middle finger
You can get the trigger finger
Funny actin’ pussy nigga, fraud
You ain’t hard, play the part
You can get it nigga
Old head, long bread, chillin’ and I’m sittin’ back
Feet up, livin’ good really and I’m kickin’ back
Orchestrate to gettin’ back, button pushin’ pigeon pack
Stuffin’ up the duffel with the hustle, nigga gimme that
Naw really give me that
Greed time, gettin’ fat
Multiply the paperbacks
Gorilla I’m a silver back
My momma cut the similac
With hot sauce and bacon fat
Really don’t know how to act
Started, I’mma finish, nigga remember that

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

[Verse 2: B-Legit]
I be got a lot, probably on the block (on the block)
We runnin’ from the cops, runnin’ into knots (into knots)
I put it into park, then I put the whop (yeah)
Foam a little lot, then I lock the spot
Like welcome to my neighborhood (neighborhood)
Got cookies and the flavor good (flavor good)
Put you lotto on my backwood (yeah)
Keep a banger when the sack good (stack good)
Watch ya hangin’ if ya that hood (that hood)

[Bridge 1: B-Legit]
My bro he on the roof with a sixteen
Choppa in the bushes with a red beam
You done ran off with the wrong dough
Man he fourteen got a long throw

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

[Verse 3: E-40]
Started off with a pinch, hoppin’ over the fence
Garbage cans and dog shit, albino piss
You all up in my face, toaster up on my hip
Bringin’ home the bacon, and the cheese and grips
Sometime my paper saggy, sometime my Yeager crisp
Takin’ a stab at this rappin’, selling dope and hittin’ this
Grew up on the tar
Pluck you like guitar
I be high as fuck, tryna touch the stars

[Bridge 2: E-40]
Frank Muller on my right, Rolex on my left
I dont like to fight, I just like sex
Hustler all my life, popo like to raid
I been gettin’ paid, since the tenth grade (Biatch)

[Hook: Big Scoob & E-40]
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"
I been sellin’ dope since the tenth grade
Notin’ but gritters over this way
Walkin’ up talkin’ that shit, hey
Me and my nigga like, "Bitch please"

Big Scoob – Dump Nigga (feat. J.L. & Boogieman) (H.O.G Album)

[Intro:] (x4)
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump

[Verse 1: Boogieman]
Nigga I’m dumpin’ like a yopper fully auto it’s boogie bravo
Killing everything around me, you niggas will surely follow
Yeah I spit it like a cobra, a seasoned misery soldier
Boogie definitely doper, infectious when you get closer
Infection is with the poker, I’m stickin’ bitches, bend over
You love it and then it’s over, no need to be seekin’ closure
I’m frequently off the dojer, it’s hard to keep my composure
He’s better when he ain’t sober, I’m driving, baby, pull over
Yeah, damn right, I kill ’em when it’s my turn
Any disagreement: we gon’ settle it on my terms
I can call a couple niggas, make the block burn
Show up with them dreezies, guranteed to make the block learn

[Hook: Godemis]
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
However you want it, whenever, wherever, for real
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
Forever we put it together, we better with skill
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
Get on my level, reconsider, you think it’s a drill?
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
You muh’fucka’s poppin’ too many pills

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Bustin’ like a ruger, I’m a high powered shooter
I’m surrounded by these yopper thangs, but I’ll get down and knock it, man
Yeah, Scoobie do the foolie, and [?] get groovy
I don’t need the whole drum, I’ma walk up on and do it
Blame it on the liquor, I’m a full bottle sipper
What’s a fool to the limit? I’m a full throttle spitter
With the tricky hair trigger, ain’t no love for that nigga
I be killin’ with the rhythm like I practice terrorism
In a battle I won’t rattle, sit you solo in the saddle
Need to slaughter all you caddle, got’s to get them 40 titles
Yeah I’m pickin’ on you feminines with metaphors and synonyms
We can switch it up, I give’s a fuck, I really get it in

[Hook: Godemis]
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
However you want it, whenever, wherever, for real
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
Forever we put it together, we better with skill
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
Get on my level, reconsider, you think it’s a drill?
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
You muh’fucka’s poppin’ too many pills

[Verse 3: JL]
Dump in, they can’t stop, but to get it out may take a while
Nothin’ they can say about this skill level, chop and lay ’em out
Magazine on a round drum, nigga predict that outcome
Automatic when a mouth run, I’ma killer, keep it one-thousand
It’s [?], Scoob called, nigga I’m there
Gun’s out when I bust with ’em, when I come get ’em it is unfair
[?]
Fuck categories and labels, I’m not confined on a fine bind
No filter, I’m Monsterifik, Damn Fool, plus been the truth
Off kilter, my grind terrific, can fool [?]
All nine identical, see stealth faces when I shoot
Now squad’s not bulletproof, leave shell cases in the booth
Huh!

[Hook: Godemis]
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
However you want it, whenever, wherever, for real
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
Forever we put it together, we better with skill
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
Get on my level, reconsider, you think it’s a drill?
Dump nigga, dump nigga, dump nigga, dump dump
You muh’fucka’s poppin’ too many pills

Big Scoob – Do Better (feat. Paul Wall & Boogieman) (H.O.G Album)

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko]
Yeah this that old school dope house music hear boy
Paul Wall, Big Boog, Big scoob, and Kali Baby

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
What would I do besides grind for them paper stacks?
That’s the only way i know to get a Cadillac
See, I refuse to live this life broke another day
All I know is hard work accumulating pay
A never ending saga this the true hustler’s ballet
I done tossed more blue cheese than a cobb salad
That paper calling me I answer on the first ring
Championship work ethic, tryna chase a ring
They told me I would never make it but I didn’t listen
It ain’t my fault that they failed to see God’s vision
Worldwide globe-trotter, stacking up commission
And if I knew better, I’d do better please pray for wisdom

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Somebody better pray for me and where I’m at
Don’t know when I leave, if I’m comin’ back
And if I knew better (If I knew)
I would do better (What would I do?)
And If I ever try to lead this life alone
Wherever I go, the street’s is still my home
See, if I knew better (If I knew)
What I would do better (What would I do?)
What would I do?

[Verse 2: Boogieman]
I should’ve knew better
Outta place like me with a blue sweater
In a place where the funny nigga moves his treasure
I was pushin’ fireworks in cool weather
Big Boog tougher than boot and leather
But a fucked up move makes moves lesser
I was in it for them bands with the grams measure
Got fucked up dealing with a cool jeffer
But that’s my fault
Behind enemy lines I’m gettin’ work off
Bitches toast, head hard or soft?
And I’m flamed up talkin’ that turf talk
They was comin’ for me, couldn’t stand that
The two spots upstairs, I ran that
Had foots in [?], they sent us helpers
We movin’ metals couldn’t plan that
But I man the station despite the hatin’
No fabrication in this conversation
Boogie blazin’, a trail of greatness
No time for patience, that’s time wasted
Good gracious, my good race and them fiends chasin’ that fire blood
Bold statement, I rocked, skated, and bounced the products on my blood

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Somebody better pray for me and where I’m at
Don’t know when I leave, if I’m comin’ back
And if I knew better (If I knew)
I would do better (What would I do?)
And If I ever try to lead this life alone
Wherever I go, the street’s is still my home
See, if I knew better (If I knew)
What I would do better (What would I do?)
What would I do?

[Verse 3: Big Scoob]
Searchin’, lost, let me slide in the sauce
Livin’ like the heater huntin’ freedom, but it costs
Seekin’ out the preacher, but the preacher teachin’ false
May be on my feet, now I’m creepin’ through the moss
Hoping I ain’t lost, man, time can’t be bought
So it’s tickin’ and it’s tickin’ and I’m try’na turn it off
Ain’t dreams on the cross cause they seem to get lost
Any schemes to be boast? Any greed will exhaust
And I’m muh’fuckin’ tired, I ain’t muh’fuckin’ lyin
When I’m muh’fuckin’ dyin’, better muh’fuckin’ grind
And it’s all bull time, I ain’t try’na waste mine
So I scratch off the line that wasn’t built for the pine
So I push a hard line on these bitches all the time
I’ll treat you like a bitch, nigga, and beat you from behind
I’ma keep you lookin’ fine, I’ma keep you wined and dined
Not a pimp, I’m a pusher, I’m a creature of the grind
I’m a block boy with a life tied to a scale
Built to excel, can’t hear the word fail
I’ma savage for the cabbage, I’m to greedy for the kale
And I always work a package like I’m workin’ for the mail
Barely missing jail, life lost to a cell
But I’d rather be in prison than be wallowing in Hell
Pray to God for a different route, open up and let me out
Dreams of a dreamer, realistic, I ain’t gettin’ out..

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Somebody better pray for me and where I’m at
Don’t know when I leave, if I’m comin’ back
And if I knew better (If I knew)
I would do better (What would I do?)
And If I ever try to lead this life alone
Wherever I go, the street’s is still my home
See, if I knew better (If I knew)
What I would do better (What would I do?)
What would I do?

Big Scoob – Doe-Rey-Me (feat. Boogieman & Young Boss) (H.O.G Album)

[Intro: Big Scoob]
I don’t know how you live, but how I live, I don’t step out the house unless I’m going to get some fucking paper
There’s only two things to do when you step out the house: That’s either get some paper, or die trying..

[Bridge: Big Scoob]
Raised in it, and I lived in it
No way to win it, but I’m still in it
Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
Beast mode, so I feast, nigga

[Verse 1: Young Bo$$]
The game’s shook, it’s Young Bo$$ the Kansas City crook
And I don’t fuck with bigs, nigga, the Big Bad Wolf
Hustle hard, and loyalty: That’s all I constitute
If you ain’t talkin’ money, then nigga it’s fuck you like a prostitute
But if you talkin’ benjamins, I’m cummin’ like an ejaculation
Test me, I empty the whole clip like an evacuation
Money still the conversation, when money talks, I’m all ears
Switchin’ gears, hit the club, then bottles pop like New Years
No fear, gotta rush and chop like I’m from Moscow
Let off five shots with five niggas, I need five towels
Milk the game like five cows ’till money’s sittin’ in five ‘Pal’s
If I get caught and go to trial, I’m pleadin’ amendment five now
If you a witness, I’m takin’ you out of the game like you got five fouls
Watch your back, cause I-O-U like three of the five vowels
Fuck that it’s time to switch it up
I’m high as fuck and drunk with a pistol tucked
I’m in traffic just like the morning rush
And I’m the shit, when I hop out, toilets flush
Bo$$

[Hook: Big Scoob]
Doe-Rey-Me
Money minded, motivational
Appetite, I’m insatiable
Don’t blame me
Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga
Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga
Doe-Rey-Me
Raised in it, and I lived in it
No way to win it, but I’m still in it
Don’t blame me
Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
Beast mode, so I feast, nigga

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Listen here, let me teach you something
That nigga livin’ don’t owe you nothing
Block niggas, we come from nothin’
Take these scraps and make ’em somethin’
That’s the way it was told to me
Think about it, it was sold to me
Laughin’ ’bout how these hoes would be
Talkin’ bout how it’s supposed to be
Little buddy, try’na walk’n my shoes
Shed no blood, I ain’t paid no dues
Fuck with me and I’ll fuck with you
Loyalty for just a few
Take this package and distribute
Pay your debts and follow suit
Link up a team, hustlers with dreams
Killer gorillas that’ll die for you
Eye for eye, we ride together
We eat together, we’ll die together
Always, any type of weather
Blood line can never be severed
Blood in, nigga, blood out
We beat these streets ’till they bled out
Beat these streets to the bread count
Get your bread out ‘fore the feds pounce
Work this shit like a nine to five
Hustle, hustle, always keep it in drive
Hustle, hustle, help your people survive
Hustle, hustle, get your piece of the pie
Dream big, nigga, reach for the sky
Many dreams in these gutters have died
Spread your wings and take your flight
Fearin’ nothing, now chase the light

[Hook: Big Scoob]
Doe-Rey-Me
Money minded, motivational
Appetite, I’m insatiable
Don’t blame me
Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga
Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga
Doe-Rey-Me
Raised in it, and I lived in it
No way to win it, but I’m still in it
Don’t blame me
Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
Beast mode, so I feast, nigga

[Verse 3: Boogieman]
Don’t blame me, I’m a product of the painting
A fragment of a faint dream
I’m a song that niggas can’t sing
Forty-one-eleven blam team
Twenty-seven-hundred champion
Still involved with them same niggas that’ll pull up and do the damn thing
That’s all sides, got family ties that’ll all ride
Death dealers in different colors, they my brothers, ya’ll all die
No lie I’m truth tellin’
Got niggas gellin’ cause dudes’ yellin’
Snuggled up to them same people that’d shoot you down and recruit felons
Ya’ll can have it, I’m done with it
Don’t [?] me, follow none, nigga
Do it all for them funds, nigga
I’m turnt up like a young nigga
Best to watch your tongue, nigga
I yank it out ‘fore you done, nigga
That tough talk’ll get fucked off
Touch jaw, and I won, nigga
I pledge allegiance to the people
Power to the unequal, courageously fighting evil
We hustle like it’s the sequel to barely makin’ a livin’
For family it ain’t no livin’, I get it chasin’ my vision

[Hook: Big Scoob]
Doe-Rey-Me
Money minded, motivational
Appetite, I’m insatiable
Don’t blame me
Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga
Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga
Doe-Rey-Me
Raised in it, and I lived in it
No way to win it, but I’m still in it
Don’t blame me
Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
Beast mode, so I feast, nigga

Big Scoob – Soul Musik (H.O.G Album)

[Intro: Siri]
Please choose a playlist
You’ve chosen "Big Scoob’s Soul Musik Playlist’

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Push play, Kansas City’s on blood stones
Natural high, got me vibin’ to these love songs
Switch it up a bit and change the mood to make ya slick
Can’t stop, won’t stop, blood with this shit
Nas told a nigga, "All I need is one mic"
So I listen to the message, made you look at my life
Get ya hustle on, juvie made me go and get it
Slow motion, but as long as I’m in motion with it
Back stab, ’cause the love of money is why they do it
The OJ’s really taught me how to love music
Let the spinners make this ghetto child into a man
The rubber band man, cold handed wanded man

[Bridge: Big Scoob]
I’m in the mood for some sexual healing
My lover is distant, takes to for this feeling
I’ll be your puppet, I’m ready and willing
I’m a stubborn kinda fella, but tonight I’m submittin’

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
From foreplay to gun play, was hadin’ know
Got my Bible on the dash, how I have to row
Then I back your boogie with that Inglewood front
Chicken hawkin’, blood walkin’, Mac Dime’s in the trunk
Now it’s me against the world man look at Brenda’s baby
Dear mama, all this drama got your baby actin’ crazy
Twistin’ up my fingers, but I’m big and back boolin’
Man this YG indignant plus the young blood groovin’
Rock bounce skate vine, Mason said, "Do it mane"
And I lost a few with that one, but I gotta keep it movin’
Since we groovin’, push play on the god of the slaps
Play anything from Rodger man, anything from Zach
To the gooner boom bap, yeah shakin’ down the industry
Freddy Fox to Enemy, I love this nigga’s synergy

[Bridge: Big Scoob]
And the love’s gonna get ya, gonna get ya
Said the love’s gonna get ya
BDP paint it bitches

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold

[Verse 3: Big Scoob]
Miss Patty Uretha(?), from smokey Detroop
MJ, the one way, now switch it to blues
Bessy, then BB, then waters get muddy
Then Eda, then Elmo, then Gayas and Buddy
Sunshine in KC, they told me how to get down
Let [?] get funky, and kill ’em with this new sound
Play that funky music, white boy, tear it down
Welcome to the Terradome, soundin’ how we livin’ now
Wearin’ double [?] bones, lettin’ ’em know I get around
Pocket full of stones, I’m the king of the underground
Knockin’ over buildings in the city with the dog pound
Letin’ ’em now it’s on with my Villains screamin, "Hog style"
Mobbin’ through the bay with the savage, tryna’ be legit
Face twistin’ ugly on my Mac Dre shit
Man, so much music that it’s seepin’ out my soul
And I’m hopin’ that you feel like I feel when I flow

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold