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GUCCI MANE – Selling Heroin lyrics

Guwop, Wizzop
1017, yeah, yeah

My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

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This ain’t a gimmick, it’s an epidemic
I got that shit that’ll bust your heart, make you get to itching
I got that shit that make a junkie walk from Mississippi
I got these bitches selling blood to get a fix in
Man she can’t even find a vein to catch a drain
My niggas might hijack a plane to get the cain
I’m Gucci Mane, I feel like Sosa, Moet mamosa
I got ’em smoking like a motor to meet the quota
This parking spot reserved for kingpins, it’s reserved
I look like I just robbed a kingpin for 100 birds
Man come and holler at your boy, I got that boy
They know Guwop about his bills, LeSean McCoy

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

Junkies at the front door, I got junkies at the back door
Got them niggas wrapping dummies
I got niggas pulling kick doors
I got hoes in Frisco, I got hoes live in the NO
You want you a ho and you know we call that a demo
Came from out the section, stash a million in the Pinto
’69 Camaro, boy you remixing send a kilo
Look inside this barrel if you look into the peep hole
I just popped a tab and I keep that Dan Marino
I got European niggas pulling heists, (?)
I go Donald Trump when I’m looking for the c-note
You get hit with pump if you fighting over the kilo
Looking at my wrist, man this shit should be illegal
Like heroin, like heroin, like heroin

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

GUCCI MANE – Zone 6 lyrics

EA – GA stand up

I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6 nigga
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6

I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
I’m the plug and the worker cause I sell my own bricks
I’m the realest rapper livin’ man I really hit licks
And I talk cash money shit because I really tote sticks
Put that pistol on ya when I serve you, I don’t trust you
I’m from East Atlanta Georgia, fire with the fuck you
Keep your head on a swivel nigga, when you ride through
Sellin’ nines out the burglar bar like a drive through
Got a trap on flat shoals and one on may avenue
I take your load bitch you ain’t from the 6 bitch
Thats how we handle you
What you doin’ with that presser Gucci?
Tryna make a mix
I turn four bricks into six
Fuck that shit I’m from the 6

I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6 nigga
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6

Hold up, Zone 6, Zone 6, Zone 6, Zone 6, Zone 6
Fuck all the fake and the phony
Fuck all my fake ass oppenents
I came out the muddy, its red and bloody
Five niggas with the fuck you
Runnin’ up money like yeah yeah
I ran a check up yeah yeah
Gotta aim for the neck up yeah yeah
Super super super super super super – Future
Zone 6 nigga been totin’ them big bazookas
A Zone 6 nigga smoke you like a hookah
A Zone 6 nigga treat you like a hooker
That bitch get outta line you better whoop her
Thats a zone 6 nigga fuckin’ on your sister

I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6 nigga
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6

FUTURE – Die A Gangsta lyrics

Better hope he die a gangster
Better hope he die a gangster
Super, out of here, yeah

I hope he die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put ’em holes in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah

I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the (?) this a motherfucking trip

Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playing, they got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the east
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump faking with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smoking marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up running through the racks

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Just got a black card just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talking too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talking plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it didn’t arrange for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talking gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

NOAH CYRUS – Make Me lyrics

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me…

Lift you up ’bout 21 times
Felt those lips tell me 21 lies
You’ll be the death of me
Save you advice
Loud in you, can make Jesus cry
When I hear you saying darling
It kisses like an antidote
I’m fighting like I’m Molly
But you got me on the road

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me

Could’ve hear the thunder, but I heard your heart race
Couldn’t see the rain
We’re too busy making hurricanes
(Yeah)
Love ain’t easy when it ain’t my way
But it gets hard
When you ain’t here making me crazy
Baby, say the word darling
You know just how to hold the sucker down
So, I’ll see you in the morning
I can’t watch you walk out

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me

Cry
Cry
Cry

Never thunder
To the rain

People make me cry
Hey, ey, yeah
Keep making me scream loud
Keep on make me cry
No, no, what you do to me?
Hey, ey, yeah

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me
Cry…

LITTLE MIX – Touch lyrics

You and I and nobody else
Feeling feelings I never felt
The way you got me under your spell
Don’t you keep it all to yourself

So won’t you take it, I feel like for the first time I am not faking
Fingers on my buttons and now you’re playing
Master of anticipation
Don’t you keep it all to yourself

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet all week
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love is enough
To take control of my whole body
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet, all week
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)

Photograph with no T-shirt on
Why you making me wait so long? (Wait so long)
I promise to keep this a secret, I’ll never tell
But don’t you keep it all to yourself

So won’t you take it, I feel like for the first time I am not faking
Fingers on my buttons and now you’re playing
Master of anticipation
Don’t you keep it all to yourself (To yourself)

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet all week
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love is enough
To take control of my whole body
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet, all week
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)

And now my whole week, my whole week is golden
Can you see me glowing? That’s how I feel
And I’m not afraid to feed into emotions
‘Cause I know that this could be something real

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet all week
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love is enough
To take control of my whole body
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet, all week
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love is enough
To take control of my whole body
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love

Juicy J – Wet

[Hook]
The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
New paint job and they gotta be wet

The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
Any whip I’m in, paint job gotta be wet

[Verse 1]
Shawty got that wet, wet, my bankroll got ’em upset
I pull up in that new thing, you can look but you can’t touch that
Shawty leaking like a faucet, I ain’t even brush yet
You just spent your check on this lil bitch and you ain’t fuck yet
Damn , this paint on this chevy is drippin
To park it I don’t even whip it
Most of you niggas is tripping cause most of you niggas don’t listen
Walk in the club and the bitches be on me cause all of ’em know I be tipping
Pull off in a Bentley, when you see me later, I probably be in something different
Pull up on ’em, disappear, can’t even see ’em in the rear
It just so damn loud when it roar, nigga can’t even hear
Shawty all in my ear, she wanna do it right here
Shawty mouth so wet that it made me shed a tear

[Hook]
The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
New paint job and they gotta be wet

The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
Any whip I’m in, paint job gotta be wet

[Verse 2]
That 223 gon’ leave you wet nigga, that’s why you should pay your debts nigga
How you gon’ come up with 7 figures, got a better chance of seeing heaven nigga
My Bentley coupe, it look like ocean water
I dropped the top, it look like open water, bitch
I hit the shop and spent another quarter
My pay so wet, look like a Mexican crossing the border
My bitch wet, whip wet and my ‘fif too
You can’t walk in my shoes, it won’t fit you
Nigga I don’t fuck with 12, 6 times 2
Unless you talking 12 gauge, I won’t miss you

[Hook]
The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
New paint job and they gotta be wet

The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
Any whip I’m in, paint job gotta be wet

Grace VanderWaal – Perfectly Imperfect

[Verse 1: Grace VanderWaal]
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]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
I went from bland and popular to joining the marching band
I made the closest friends I’ll ever have in my lifetime

[Pre-Chorus]
I am lost…
Trying to get found
In an ocean of people

[Verse 4]
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

Thomas Rhett – Star Of The Show

Walking down the street, hand in mine
It don’t keep them other guys
And their wandering eyes from looking at you
That’s alright and that’s okay
Who can blame ’em anyway?
You’re so pretty, and you ain’t even got a clue
Cause everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everybody’s wondering and wanting to know
What’s your name?
Who’s that girl, with the prettiest smile in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
The star of the show
You’re the star of the show, yeah, baby
Friday night on the town
We walk in and you draw a crowd
Even the band seems to sing for you
Ease on up, order a drink, barkeep says its all on me
You look at me and laugh
Like you don’t know what to do
Baby you’re so cute
Cause everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everybody’s wondering and wanting to know
Whats your name?
Who’s that girl, with the prettiest smile in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
The star of the show, yeah
You’re the star of the show, baby, yeah yeah
Even in a ponytail in a pair of jeans you look like a cover
Of a magazine, baby you’re the only one who doesn’t see
That everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everyone’s wondering and wanting to know
Whats your name?
Who’s that girl with the luckiest guy in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are, baby
You are, you are, you are, you are
The star of the show..
Don’t you know, you’re the star of the show, baby

Verse Simmonds – Guarantee

[Verse 1]
Say you got a new man, new man, new man, whatever the fuck
I don’t give a damn cause you still gon’, still gon’, still gon’ let a nigga fuck
Told you before that pussy still mine
She said say it again so she know I ain’t lyin’

[Pre-Chorus]
She know what it is when I come to the city
We ain’t gotta have windows down cause you see me
She put on that little, tight dress that I like
And tonight she doin’ everything that I like, yeah we gotta fuck everything

[Chorus]
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee

[Verse 2]
Mine, mine, mine, it’s been a long time, no, not much’s changed
We picked up where we left off like we never missed a day
Okay, got you open, got you smokin’
Doin’ things that you never do with him, you never do with him

[Pre-Chorus]
She know what it is when I come to the city
She gon’ turn her cellphone off when she with me
She gon’ do the little, freaky things that I like
And she ain’t gon’ make it back home, not tonight

[Chorus]
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee

Nicki Minaj – Black Barbies

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Mike Will Made It Nigga
Sremm Life
Black Barbies in the city
Fat ass and pretty titties
Get dummies for they money
You sent flowers but I wish I didn’t receive ’em
All your lies I wish I didn’t believe ’em

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
That boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always lookin’ for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to give a shit about PETA

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Sativa so strong I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, new money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I’m a fukin’ black barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the ‘Rari
Always fuck him like I’m sorry
Who the fuck is gon’ protect her?
If I really gotta check her
Peter piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple decker

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj]
No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I see these silly nigga’s flexin’, it’s a no zone
You gon’ be floatin’ in dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist lookin’ like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I said "Oooh shit!"
Picked up my phone cause I had to call "Bullshit!"
These bitches havin’ nightmares of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they don’t ever do shit
Hahaha, get it? Douche it-…hahahahahahaha
Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I’m prayin’ all my foreigns don’t get deported
Niggas love me so much they be sendin’ me gifts
And these clown niggas actin’, I’mma send ’em some skits
Bitches can’t rap for shit, I’mma send ’em some tips
All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin’ my tits

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj]
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Now usually I don’t do this, I’m Popeye, she’s Brutus
Usually I’m a Christian but this peace is Buddhist
All of my niggas draw but none of them Cartoonists
Usually I’m the baddest, usually I’m the cutest
Usually I’m the flyest, usually you’re the stewardess
And we ain’t playin’ ball but usually its some shooters
Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain’t lucid
Go against the queen your career will be elusive
Where your plaques? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

[Outro: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

A Tribe Called Quest – We The People (On SNL) (Live)

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
We don’t believe you ’cause we the people
Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don’t need you
You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, we’re liable to pull a juju
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
She don’t love me, she make money, she don’t study that
She gon’ give it to me, ain’t gon’ tell me run it back
She gon’ take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that
The doors have signs with, don’t try to rhyme with
VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
And for a salary I’d probably do that shit sporadically
The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin’ commas
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
Gentrify here, now it’s not a shit hole
Trendsetter, I know, my shit’s cold
Ain’t settling because I ain’t so bold but ay

[Hook: Q-Tip]
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go

[Bridge: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip]
The fog and the smog of news media that logs
False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
We’re not just nigga rappers with the bars
It’s kismet that we’re cosmic with the stars

[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
You bastards overlooking street art
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians
Fuck y’all know about true competition?
That’s like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin’
The only one who’s hitting are the ones that’s currently spittin’
We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten
Dreaming of a world that’s equal for women with no division
Boy, I tell you that’s vision
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
The Tribe be the best in they division
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
Still them tryna move we off the fucking block
Babylon, bloodclot
Two pon yuh headtop

[Hook: Q-Tip]
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go

A Tribe Called Quest – The Space Program (On SNL) (Live)

[Sample]
I’mma deal with a bigger insult, man
The heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
It’s comin’ down hard
We’ve got to get our shit together

[Chorus: Q-Tip & Phife Dawg]
It’s time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s get it together, come on let’s make it
Gotta make it to make it, to make it, to make it, to make it
To make something happen, to make something happen
To make something happen, let’s make something happen

[Verse 1: Q-Tip & Jarobi]
Word to Phifer
Gonna bring it to the overlord, drinkin’ Cisco
Chilling with the gold microphone cords
And we grip our balls every time we stuntin’ on tour
‘Cause we never bore, responding to the ready crowd’s roar
And promoters try to hit us with the art of war
We about our business, we not quitters
Not bullshitters, we deliver—we go-get it
Don’t be bitter ’cause we not just niggas
Jarobi, my fiber wove into different cloth
Ain’t nothing forbidden, this nigga get his written off
Hardest spit in the city y’all niggas spitting kitten soft
Confused and amazed, shook up with your brain missing lost
They planning for our future
None of our people involved
Pouring Henny and Smirnoff to get it cracking off
Cracking off a Smirnoff to quickly turn to Molotov
Molotov the spaceship doors before that bitch is taking off
It always seems the poorest persons
Are people forsaken, dawg
No Washingtons, Jeffersons, Jacksons
On the captain’s log
They’d rather lead us to the grayest water poison deadly smog
Mass un-blackening, it’s happening, you feel it y’all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off to Mars, got the space vessels overflowing
What, you think they want us there? All us niggas not going
Reputation ain’t glowing, reparations ain’t flowing
If you find yourself stuck in a creek, you better start rowing
Used to see the TV screen as the place to land my dream in
And the car stereo where they would promote the show
Optimistic little brother with a hope you know

[Hook]
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck, stuck, stuck
(Move on to the stars)

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day
All these happenings is cycular, just happen different ways
And the president’s refined, in her wing she’s confined
With about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine
Carolina nothing finer than a Black woman who climbs
To the top of the State building claiming that that flag is mine
Now, people on top of people, feels like we can’t breathe
Put so much in this muthafucka, feel like we shouldn’t leave
Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face
These notions and ideas and citizens live in space
I chuckle just like all of y’all, absurdity, after all
Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall
Imagine for one second all the people are colored, please
Imagine for one second all the people in poverty
No matter the skin tone, culture or time zone
Think the ones who got it
Would even think to throw you a bone?
Moved you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home?
Nah cypher, probably no place to
Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude
Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude
Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude

[Chorus: Phife Dawg]
Time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won’t hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make make make
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make make make
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make, make, make
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen

[Outro]
The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
"We’re there!"
"Where?"
"Here!"
A small step for mankind
But a giant step for us
Oompa, loompa, doopa dee doo
I’ve got another puzzle for you

Shy Glizzy – Out The Block

[Hook]
I keep my pistol on guard if you run up you get shot
Put him in a box give no fuck about no op
My niggas got locks so I’m screamin fuck the cops
All this dope money bitch I got it out the block
Bottles been popped bitch I got it out the block
Don’t you see my watch yeah I got it out the block
Gotta keep my Glock when I’m standing on the block
Everything I got yeah I got it off the block

[Verse 1]
OK bitches by the three and I’m in here with my heat
Drinkin on that lean and I’m not gon hardly sleep
I had a long day running round with GG
I came to the A just to talk about them Ps
Cash on deck you don’t have to send no mas
I got to spend a bus boy go head and fill it up
40 cal with them hollows better fill em up
Lookin at my chain I might have to hit him up
I just got a call that my youngin caught a rap
Same nigga whole hood thought he was a rat
They can’t keep it G no more unless you getting charges
Wonder how he came home he told on everybody

[Hook]
I keep my pistol on guard if you run up you get shot
Put him in a box give no fuck about no op
My niggas got locks so I’m screamin fuck the cops
All this dope money bitch I got it out the block
Bottles been popped bitch I got it out the block
Don’t you see my watch yeah I got it out the block
Gotta keep my Glock when I’m standing on the block
Everything I got yeah I got it off the block

[Verse 2]
Shout out to the few niggas that still keep it real
Them niggas who ain’t snitchin rather sit they ass in jail
The popos can’t be worried that they took no fuckin deal
I got a situation I ain’t got no fuckin deal
Before I was a rapper I had 20 and a flow
This rap shit ain’t too bad I get 20 for a show
Change up on my niggas now my niggas all I know
Boy yo ass a pussy you get chained up for a ho
I been on my bullshit ain’t been feelin like myself
But shit, I don’t feel like no one else
I’mma slam on a nigga I don’t need nobody help
Never will I be a hater I hear that’s bad for your health

[Hook]
I keep my pistol on guard if you run up you get shot
Put him in a box give no fuck about no op
My niggas got locks so I’m screamin fuck the cops
All this dope money bitch I got it out the block
Bottles been popped bitch I got it out the block
Don’t you see my watch yeah I got it out the block
Gotta keep my Glock when I’m standing on the block
Everything I got yeah I got it off the block

The Last Shadow Puppets – Les Cactus

Le monde entier est un cactus
Il est impossible de s’assoir
Dans la vie, il y a que des cactus
Moi, je me pique de le savoir
Aee, ie eee, uuu, aee, ie eeee

Dans leurs coeurs, il y a des cactus
Dans leurs portefeuilles, il y a des cactus
Sous leurs pieds, il y a des cactus
Dans leurs gilets, il y a des cactus
Aee, ie eee, uuu, aee, ie eeee

Pour me défendre de leurs cactus
À mon tour j’ai mis des cactus
Dans mon lit, j’ai mis des cactus
Dans mon slip, j’ai mis des cactus
Aee, ie eee, uuu, aee, ie eeee

Dans leurs sourires, il y a des cactus
Dans leurs ventres, il y a des cactus
Dans leurs bonjours, il y a des cactus
Dans leurs cactus, il y a des cactus
Aee, ie eee, uuu, aee, ie eeee

Le monde entier est un cactus
Il est impossible de s’assoir
Dans la vie, il y a que des cactus
Moi, je me pique de le savoir
Aee, ie eee, uuu, aee, ie eeee

tobyMac – Til The Day I Die (Live)

I’ll keep swingin’ for the fences
It’s like this heart is defenseless
Against the passion that’s pumpin’ through my veins
Blood, sweat, tears, it’s a callin’
And if I can’t walk, then I’m crawlin’
It might flicker, but they can’t kill the flame
I can’t stop
I can’t quit
It’s in my heart
It’s on my lips
I can’t stop, no
I can’t quit
It’s in my heart, yeah
I’m all in
Til the wheels fall off
Til the spotlight fades
I will lift your banner high
I will lift your banner high
And til the walls crash in
For the rest of my days
I’ll lay it all on the line
Til the day I die
Til the day I die
Til the end of the line
Til the day I die
It’s Your name I’ll glorify
It’s runnin’ deeper than the ocean
This ain’t religion, it’s devotion
365, every minute, everyday
So in the middle of the madness
They can stretch me out like canvas
But I ain’t ever gonna fit in their frame
I can’t stop
I can’t quit
It’s in my heart
It’s on my lips
I can’t stop, no
I can’t quit
It’s in my heart, yeah
I’m all in
Til the wheels fall off
Til the spotlight fades
I will lift your banner high
I will lift your banner high
And til the walls crash in
For the rest of my days
I’ll lay it all on the line
Til the day I die
Til the day I die
Til the end of the line
Til the day I die
It’s Your name I’ll glorify
Til I die and they put me in the coffin
Don’t matter if I’m on the road or if I’m recordin’
Tell me what you think about me, that really ain’t important
You know Imma represent um, I ain’t playin’, can’t afford to
I only got one life and I get it though
And this is not an act, not a movie, not a TV show
I don’t know what quittin’ means, I don’t ever take it slow
You know I’m on the grind, me and Toby in the studio
Do it for the King, what you know about that?
Say you goin’ harder, mmm I doubt that’
You say you doin’ work, but you’re asking where the couch at
How you doin’ work when you asking where the couch at?
God is not a crutch, you can use Him when you wanna
You only look to heaven when you goin’ through some drama
And when they goin’ through some problems and that’s the only time they call Him
I guess I don’t understand that life, wonder why?
‘Cause I’m all in
Til the day I die
Til the wheels fall off
Til the spotlight fades
I will lift your banner high
I will lift your banner high
And til the walls crash in
For the rest of my days
I’ll lay it all on the line
Til the day I die
Til the day I die
Til the end of the line
Til the day I die
It’s Your name I’ll glorify

Paulina Rubio – Me Quema

El fuego de tu amor me quema
que que que quema
El fuego de tu amor me quema
que que que quema
El fuego de tu amor me quema

Oigo tu voz
Que me canta al oido al bailar
Me parece algo tan familiar
Te conozco de alguna otra vida

No es un error
Tomar eso que nadie nos dio
Que pecar en nombre del amor
No es pecar cuando nadie nos mira

Se que alguien mas
Te rompio el corazon,
Me rompio el corazon a mi
Yo se muy bien,
No te importa el amor,
No me importa el amor sin ti

Entonces vamonos al infierno
Tu sabes bien que lo merecemos
Te juro que si pecamos no es un error
El juego de tu amor me quema

Vamonos al infierno
Que este momento se vuelve eterno
Te juro que no hara falta pedir perdon

El fuego de tu amor me quema
que que que quema
El fuego de tu amor me quema
que que que quema
El fuego de tu amor me quema

No es casualidad que mis labios no quieran hablar
Que me sienta obligada a dudar
Si esta noche es verdad o mentira

No es un error
Robar besos que nadie nos dio
Si pecar en nombre del amor
No es pecar cuando nadie nos mira

Se que alguien mas
Te rompio el corazon,
Me rompio el corazon a mi
Yo se muy bien,
No te importa el amor,
No me importa el amor sin ti

Entonces vamonos al infierno
Tu sabes bien que lo merecemos
Te juro que si pecamos no es un error
El juego de tu amor me quema

Vamonos al infiierno
Que este momento se vuelve eterno
Te juro que no hara falta pedir perdon

El fuego de tu amor me quema
que que que quema
El fuego de tu amor me quema
que que que quema
El fuego de tu amor me quema

Se que alguien mas
Te rompio el corazon,
Me rompio el corazon a mi
Yo se muy bien,
No te importa el amor,
No me importa el amor sin ti

Que que que quema

Entonces vamonos al infierno
Tu sabes bien que lo merecemos
Te juro que si pecamos no es un error
El juego de tu amor me quema

Vamonos al infierno,
Que este momento se vuelve eterno
Te juro que no hara falta pedir perdon

El fuego de tu amor me quema
que que que quema
El fuego de tu amor me quema
que que que quema
El fuego de tu amor me quema

El fuego de tu amor me quema
que que que quema
El fuego de tu amor me quema
que que que quema
El fuego de tu amor me quema

The Queen Extravaganza – The Show Must Go On (At Montreux) (Live)

Empty spaces, what are we living for
Abandoned places, I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens, I’ll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I’m learning (I’m learning learning learning)
I must be warmer now
I’ll soon be turning (turning turning turning)
Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I’m aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah yeah
Ooh, inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Yeah yeah, whoa wo oh oh
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly, my friends
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on) yeah yeah
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on)
I’ll face it with a grin
I’m never giving in
On, with the show

Billy Gilman – The Show Must Go On (On The Voice) (Live)

Empty spaces, what are we living for
Abandoned places, I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens, I’ll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I’m learning (I’m learning learning learning)
I must be warmer now
I’ll soon be turning (turning turning turning)
Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I’m aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah yeah
Ooh, inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Yeah yeah, whoa wo oh oh
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly, my friends
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on) yeah yeah
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on)
I’ll face it with a grin
I’m never giving in
On, with the show

Billy Gilman – When We Were Young (Blind Audition On The Voice) (Live)

Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk
To the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
‘Cause you feel like home
You’re like a dream come true
But if by chance you’re here alone
Can I have a moment
Before I go?
‘Cause I’ve been by myself all night long
Hoping you’re someone I used to know

You look like a movie
You sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young

Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song

I was so scared to face my fears
Nobody told me that you’d be here
And I swore you moved overseas
That’s what you said, when you left me

You still look like a movie
You still sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young

Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song

When we were young
When we were young
When we were young
When we were young

It’s hard to win me back
Everything just takes me back
To when you were there
To when you were there
And a part of me keeps holding on
Just in case it hasn’t gone
I guess I still care
Do you still care?

It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young

When we were young
When we were young
When we were young
When we were young

Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
Oh, I’m so mad I’m getting old
It makes me reckless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
When we were young

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard – Rattlesnake

Rattlesnake
Rattlesnake
Rattlesnake
Rattles me
(x4)

Isolation
Trepidation
Don’t fear nothing
Snake is bluffing
Whips his tail
Send you running

Rattlesnake
Rattlesnake
Rattlesnake
Rattles me
(x4)

Vegetation
Aggravation
Running, hiding
Snake is smiling
Whips his tail
Leaves you writhing

Rattlesnake
Rattlesnake
Rattlesnake
Rattles me
(x4)

Rattle, rattle rattle (x3)

Hibernation
Altercation
Don’t get angry
Snake is cranky
Whips his tail
In a frenzy

Rattlesnake
Rattlesnake
Rattlesnake
Rattles me
(x4)

Rattle, rattle, rattle (x3)

I’m the serpent
Devil’s servant
Time to meet your end

Fangs are ready for the strike
Deadly razor sharp
Poison with a single spike
When they rip apart
Screaming like a maniac
After my attack
Running like [?]
It is up!

Sweat drips out of every pore as
I bite you more and more and more and
Take one last look at your captor
And hear my tail rattling ’til you’re dead

Rattling ’til you’re dead

Rattle, rattle rattle (x2)

I’m the serpent
Devil’s servant
Time your meet your end

Fangs are ready for the strike
Deadly razor sharp
Poison with a single spike
When they rip apart
Screaming like a maniac
After my attack
Running like [?]
It is up!

Sweat drips out of every pore as
I bite you more and more and more and
Take one last look at your captor
And hear my tail rattling ’til you’re dead

Rattling ’til you’re dead

Rattle, rattle, rattle (x3)

Isolation
Trepidation
Don’t fear nothing
Snake is bluffing
Whips his tail
Sends you running

Rattlesnake (x3)

Nick Grant – Get Up / The Sing Along (feat. Ricco Barrino & Watchtheduck)

[Hook: Watch The Duck]
I come to get down
Everybody get up
Don’t fight the vibe ’til it hits you
Unity get you enough
Why you sitting? Get up
Why you sitting? Get up
Yeah gon’ fight the power with it
Unity get you enough

[Verse 1: Nick Grant]
Uh, yeah, shaking what your momma gave ya
You got the ackrite, I should nominate ya
You know you a star, keep it shining baby
Girl I put the house on you and accommodation
Tell ’em I’m a dance machine
I only pay attention, you should dance for free
I can show you things that you can’t believe
We should play together, come and join a band with me
Hot damn, goin’ Tina Turner on ’em
Got the place lit, you the furnace on ’em
Girl you drive me crazy, keep it swerving on ’em
Blood on the dance floor, need an organ donor
Put your left foot in, take your right foot out
Money maker, money maker, what it’s all about
If you giving me the number should I call you now?
Fly brother but I need the gravity cause I come to get down

[Hook: Watch The Duck]
I come to get down
Everybody get up
Don’t fight the vibe ’til it hits you
Unity get you enough
Why you sitting? Get up
Why you sitting? Get up
Yeah gon’ fight the power with it
Unity get you enough

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Yeah shake it like Beyonce
Girl you know you thinkin’ it’s a pound cake
Love it when you move, move it all around bae
Up and down, up and down like a sound wave
Uh, preach, church on the move
Two step until your feet hurt in them shoes
Dance away the pain, they ain’t hurtin’ your groove
He a baller but he ain’t James Worthy of you
I ain’t judgin’ baby, you know I’ma love you
Daddy say you good for me and my momma love you
Yeah they hatin’ on you, that’s so common of ’em
Make you hide for me, fresh up out the oven
But uh you turn me to a newer me
I know you wish you had two of me
Lowkey baby you a beast
Whoopty-whoop, super freak

[Hook: Watch The Duck]
I come to get down
Everybody get up
Don’t fight the vibe ’til it hits you
Unity get you enough
Why you sitting? Get up
Why you sitting? Get up
Yeah gon’ fight the power with it
Unity get you enough

[Verse 3: Nick Grant]
Uh either love ’em or leave ’em
Let loose? I don’t think I believe ya
Make it hot, you got me runnin’ a fever
Kick game like I’m a product of FIFA
Play on playa
Spray on cologne baby I’m all the way up
Girl you got that good lovin’, it’s hard to break up
But you want me cause I’m all in your car, we lay up
I’m on my way up to get down

[Hook: Watch The Duck]
I come to get down
Everybody get up
Don’t fight the vibe ’til it hits you
Unity get you enough
Why you sitting? Get up
Why you sitting? Get up
Yeah gon’ fight the power with it
Unity get you enough

[Hook: Watch The Duck]
I come to get down
Everybody get up
Don’t fight the vibe ’til it hits you
Unity get you enough
Why you sitting? Get up
Why you sitting? Get up
Yeah gon’ fight the power with it
Unity get you enough

Emeli Sande – Garden (feat. Jay Electronica & Aine Zion)

I’m not telling you to love what I love. I’m asking you to take time to know what it is that you love and love with. And do what you can not to offend your sensitive soul. You’ve seen things my lips can’t confess.
No pain can bear witness to.
My mind can justify

My memory can wipe

Let me love, let me touch, let me love
Baby, give it up, let me drink from the fountain
In the car, on the street, in the dark
Baby, on the beach, in the back of the garden

Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop

You’re in the club, how you dance, how you touch
How you offer up all your love and devotion
Roll it up, spark it up, let it burn
On the balcony, and we can fly to the ocean

Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop

You make it real, make me feel, make me feel
I’m as strong as steel and as tall as the mountains
Talk is cheap, can you rescue me?
No place I’d rather be than the back of the garden

Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop

Once upon a time ago
I threw my cautions to the wind, my friend
And yelled, "Geronimo!"
And rode the wings of love to outer space
But then I fell a thousand miles to Guantanamo
Euphoria to torture
I left a note that had a rhyme, it go:
Love is like a ferris wheel
Love is like a roller coaster
Love is at a standstill
Body after body after body
It’s a landfill
And I just caught a body
In the lobby and got my hands filled
I’m a serial lover
I set up all the dates
That rang up fate and got my friends killed
I barely knew my dad, sometimes I feel like my mother
I love that Purple Rain love
That have a fight, that scratch-my-face
That fuck outside and ride my motorcycle in the rain love
Love is like a garden, love is like a death sentence
Love is like a pardon, I’m free again and read
Once outside these prison walls, to believe again is scary
Your garden is my sanctuary

Back of the garden
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Yeah oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop

Be my confidant, my shoulder, my diary, my best friend, my mentor, my lover, my teacher,
my preacher, my one and ending, my everything.
From the beam of the sun to the dim of the moon.
From before until always I’m yours.
So keep me safe within yourself.
Bow to my throne, no matter what, and I will stand tall

Consoul Trainin – Take Me To Infinity

Don’t you know you’re taking me higher?
Oh, you know you’re making me sweat
Don’t you know you’re taking me further
To places I have never been?
Don’t you know I’m nothing without you?
Oh, you know I can’t survive
Oh, you’re showing me an adventure
Oh, you make me feel alive

Oh something’s taking me over
Girl you know I can’t breathe
Oh, you’re taking over me
Just take me to infinity
Take me to infinity
Take me to infinity
Oh you know I can’t breathe
Take me to infinity

Willow Smith – November 9th

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, I know you’re tired
Don’t let the world put out your fire
Take my hand and you will see
Sadness and anger aren’t everything

[Verse 2]
Baby boy don’t lose your sweetness
Don’t think your humanity equals weakness
Take my hand and you shall see
Suppression and pain are not everything

[Verse 3]
Little rock up in the sky
Just know we’re sick and asking "Why?"
Little ball falls though the void
It holds us together and endures our choices

Uiie Popcorn – She Poppin (feat. Quavo)

[Intro]
She know what she doing, she know what she doing
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 1: Uiie Popcorn]
She knows what she’s doing
Ass fat so I had to pursue her
All this money that she got me throwing
Bout to take her ass to the back
Well known temperament certain
She’s a freaky bitch, I’ma fuck her in the Masi’
I’ma eat your pussy, just don’t tell nobody
Had to do it like that
Type to make me want to buy her
Bag (?) my thumb in her ass
Pussy print we in this back
Type of shit to make you come on earn it
Got a nigga, is he worth it?
I just figure that you’d leave with me
I’d let your live in the mansion
The lips that you’re giving me
Hah, you know what you’re doing

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
She knows what she’s doing
Bad bitches I’m pursuing (bad)
Dropping my top in LA
Me and my brother lil Ewing (skrt-skrt)
Take ’em back to the mansion, six hoes in jacuzzis (six)
12 at the corner, skrt-skrt, bust a U-ie (12)
Smoking on cookie pack
She’s acting like she can’t get cool with that (no)
You got to live with that (no)
Cause girl that’s my habitat (habitat)
You know that we doing this my way
Ain’t really into foreplay (no)
I like to hit it from the back
Hit it while I’m watching Scarface

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 3: Uiie Popcorn]
I love when you doing that
I’ma take (?) I’ma buy them bottoms
Love the way she go and chase the bag
Now bring it to me, let me break your back
Thighs, pussy, like (?)
Fishes like Ayesha
I can the baby U on the wrist
Cause I got her body beaming
She addicted to the D
Let her take her shopping, exclusive swag
Did you say you want that Birkin bag?
I ain’t never looking at the tag
Pull up Lennox, get some fly shit
We ain’t fuck on no mattress
Yeah we doing it my way
Nasty sex in the driveway
You know how we do it

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

Common – Black America Again (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane & Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Come look into the eyes of a man named Gucci
Got me peepin’ out the blinds like Malcolm with the Uzi
The government, the church, and the world is so polluted
They callin’ me a criminal when I’m a revolution
Woke up in a prison cell and I had a revelation
That my life’s a testimony, I could be an inspiration
From the 6 to the Chi, got so much in common
Gucci Mane and Common, did you see this comin’?
Nigga with an attitude, a hundred miles and runnin’
I done did some things so dirty that I wish I never done it
All eyes on me, America’s most wanted
It’s so hard to be a Black man in a white man country
Product of the slums with rich white folks’ money
And the police got no love for me, but I’m not scared of nothin’
Mass incarcerate us, man and then they call it "justice"
"Gucci how you feel?" I’m so tired of the fuck shit (Wop)

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know, yeah, yeah
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America

[Verse 2: Common]
The Black diaspora
Supreme math into the after
Life, I live it for the master
Truck drivers passed us
Like Jeremiah and Jasper
Children of Zimbabwe and Madagascar
Africa unite, we on the move like runaway slaves through the night
I write, "Freedom ain’t far"
My North Star’s more than a sports car
Taught by the ancestors who fought for our
Liberation army
Islam palmed me and calmed me
So the world couldn’t blond me
Lectures by Kwame Ture
The ambiance of pan-Africanism
A man after wisdom of the ancients
I paint with words like the brushes of Kehinde Wiley
Black and proud, we wild
We wowed the world with Black magnificence
A symphony for the divine
And we the instruments, Black innocence

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
I confess, I’ve been part of the problem
As of lately, I’m tryin’ to solve ’em
I sold dope and I still talk the jargon
Just like Malcolm ‘fore the X was on him
All these years later, we still the target
Look at Ferguson, Brooklyn and Charlotte
Sellin’ CDs, reachin’ for wallets
Trayvon’d be in his last year of college
I still mourn for Christopher Wallace
What happened in Dallas does not give me solace
So I acknowledge my flaws, apolige
Hey young world, just givin’ you the knowledge
The knowledge

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America
I’ll take you there
To get in, oh
Black America
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America

K. Forest – Before You Go

[intro]
Before you go, before you leave
Mi need yuh fi put down the keys
Need yuh fi hold down the team X2

[hook]
Cause, mi nuh see yuh like that
Hold on tight pon di bike back
Come forward my way, come bright up my day
Girl when you come and contact
Dem nuh say yuh bad gyal ah you that
Come forward my way, come bright up my day

[verse 1]
Yuh bad from yuh born
And that’s why you gwaan so
Keep turning me on
You know how to conduct
I know your too on
And your drink too strong
And i do you so correct, check
Can’t do you wrong

[bridge]
Baby come and bring it this way
Baby come and bring it this way
Forward, forward (X2)

[hook]
Mi nuh see yuh like that
Hold on tight pon di bike back
Come forward my way, come bright up my day
Girl when you come and contact
Dem nuh say yuh bad gyal ah you that
Come forward my way, come bright up my day

[verse 2]
Heads high, baby keep what you know
They don’t want you to have success
Ah they jealous of you oh yes
They dont want to admit that yet
Fi get another person outta line
Tell dem, get back to formation
Why they wanna chase all the time
I dont know why , they so impatient

[bridge]
Baby come and bring it this way
Baby come and bring it this way
Forward, forward (X2)

[hook]
Mi nuh see yuh like that
Hold on tight pon di bike back
Come forward my way, come bright up my day
Girl when you come and contact
Dem nuh say yuh bad gyal ah you that
Come forward my way, come bright up my day

[verse 3]
Mi love how yuh gwaan go get it
Mi love how yuh mind yo bizness
And then wind up around here
Make sure yuh not a witness
Watch who yuh joke with
Watch who yuh smoke with
I forgot to mention, look for their intentions

[bridge]
Baby come and bring it this way
Baby come and bring it this way
Forward, forward (X2)

Danny Worsnop – Mexico

[Verse 1]
Yeah I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling sunshine
Trizing with the skylines
Sipping on something chilly
Watching sinyoritas dancing on the beaches
I’m sitting back jamin on Willy

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know about you but I gotta get away
From this hustle and bustle
Lay back and soak it up
With a nice cold bottle of Bud

[Chorus]
I’m driving my ass to Mexico
To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
I don’t know when I’m coming home
But I’m driving my ass to Mexico

[Verse 2]
I don’t know about you but I’m kind of thirsty
Lately I’ve been working just a little too much lately
Feeling kind of sodow
I can’t tell the boling
Clock in my gin, try and make me

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know about you but I gotta get away
From this hustle and bustle
Lay back and soak it up
With a nice cold bottle of Bud

[Chorus]
And I’m driving my ass to Mexico
To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
I don’t know when I’m coming home
But I’m driving my ass to Mexico

[Bridge]
Where the skies are blue
Yeah the water’s just right, just me and you
Wait til the stas come out
Go skinny dipping, there ain’t no one else around
I’ll be honest I’m tipsy
I just cracked another bottle, honey come on with me
I ain’t never ever leaving baby
This is paradise, go ahead and leave me here

[Chorus]
And I’m driving my ass to Mexico
To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
I don’t know when I’m coming home
But I’m driving to Mexico

[Outro]
I’m driving to Mexico
I’m driving my ass to Mexico
I’m driving to Mexico

A Tribe Called Quest – The Space Program (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Sample]
I’mma deal with a bigger insult, man
The heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
It’s comin’ down hard
We’ve got to get our shit together

[Chorus: Q-Tip & Phife Dawg]
It’s time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s get it together, come on let’s make it
Gotta make it to make it, to make it, to make it, to make it
To make something happen, to make something happen
To make something happen, let’s make something happen

[Verse 1: Q-Tip & Jarobi]
Word to Phifer
Gonna bring it to the overlord, drinkin’ Cisco
Chilling with the gold microphone cords
And we grip our balls every time we stuntin’ on tour
‘Cause we never bore, responding to the ready crowd’s roar
And promoters try to hit us with the art of war
We about our business, we not quitters
Not bullshitters, we deliver—we go-get it
Don’t be bitter ’cause we not just niggas
Jarobi, my fiber wove into different cloth
Ain’t nothing forbidden, this nigga get his written off
Hardest spit in the city y’all niggas spitting kitten soft
Confused and amazed, shook up with your brain missing lost
They planning for our future
None of our people involved
Pouring Henny and Smirnoff to get it cracking off
Cracking off a Smirnoff to quickly turn to Molotov
Molotov the spaceship doors before that bitch is taking off
It always seems the poorest persons
Are people forsaken, dawg
No Washingtons, Jeffersons, Jacksons
On the captain’s log
They’d rather lead us to the grayest water poison deadly smog
Mass un-blackening, it’s happening, you feel it y’all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off to Mars, got the space vessels overflowing
What, you think they want us there? All us niggas not going
Reputation ain’t glowing, reparations ain’t flowing
If you find yourself stuck in a creek, you better start rowing
Used to see the TV screen as the place to land my dream in
And the car stereo where they would promote the show
Optimistic little brother with a hope you know

[Hook]
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck, stuck, stuck
(Move on to the stars)

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day
All these happenings is cycular, just happen different ways
And the president’s refined, in her wing she’s confined
With about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine
Carolina nothing finer than a Black woman who climbs
To the top of the State building claiming that that flag is mine
Now, people on top of people, feels like we can’t breathe
Put so much in this muthafucka, feel like we shouldn’t leave
Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face
These notions and ideas and citizens live in space
I chuckle just like all of y’all, absurdity, after all
Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall
Imagine for one second all the people are colored, please
Imagine for one second all the people in poverty
No matter the skin tone, culture or time zone
Think the ones who got it
Would even think to throw you a bone?
Moved you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home?
Nah cypher, probably no place to
Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude
Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude
Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude

[Chorus: Phife Dawg]
Time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won’t hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make make make
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make make make
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make, make, make
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen

[Outro]
The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
"We’re there!"
"Where?"
"Here!"
A small step for mankind
But a giant step for us
Oompa, loompa, doopa dee doo
I’ve got another puzzle for you

A Tribe Called Quest – We The People…. (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
We don’t believe you ’cause we the people
Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don’t need you
You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, we’re liable to pull a juju
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
She don’t love me, she make money, she don’t study that
She gon’ give it to me, ain’t gon’ tell me run it back
She gon’ take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that
The doors have signs with, don’t try to rhyme with
VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
And for a salary I’d probably do that shit sporadically
The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin’ commas
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
Gentrify here, now it’s not a shit hole
Trendsetter, I know, my shit’s cold
Ain’t settling because I ain’t so bold but ay

[Hook: Q-Tip]
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go

[Bridge: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip]
The fog and the smog of news media that logs
False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
We’re not just nigga rappers with the bars
It’s kismet that we’re cosmic with the stars

[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
You bastards overlooking street art
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians
Fuck y’all know about true competition?
That’s like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin’
The only one who’s hitting are the ones that’s currently spittin’
We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten
Dreaming of a world that’s equal for women with no division
Boy, I tell you that’s vision
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
The Tribe be the best in they division
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
Still them tryna move we off the fucking block
Babylon, bloodclot
Two pon yuh headtop

[Hook: Q-Tip]
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go