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Cindy Bullens – Steal The Night

You caught me looking through your window last night
I only wanted to see you in the night
I didn’t mean to cause harm
I was crazy to do it

But if I told you just how many nights go by
When I hold just by focusing my eyes
I may be a prowler in the dark
But I would never hurt you

I only steal the night away
Steal the night away
I can make it without for one more day
If I steal the night away

I see you downtown and I watch you in school
They know I’m staring
They love to be cruel
But I can’t shake away from this dream
You’re gonna happen to me, to me

So, darling, let me steal the night away
Steal the night away
I didn’t mean it, baby, to cause you the pain
Only steal the night away

If I fantasize
I’m sorry I hurt you by using my eyes
It’s over and done
You’ll never catch me again. You’ll never catch me again

Steal the night away
Steal the night away
If I could hold you beside me
I know you would say
Baby, steal the night away

Cindy Bullens – Powerless

Hand me a heart I can hold
Giving me total control
Something I have power over

It’s true all that they say about you
The way that you sway me like you do
I’ve been broken
I’m in love with you

Now I’m powerless over your love, baby
Powerless over you
I’m powerless over everything
I can’t get through

I had part of my heart paralyzed
Escaping the look in your eyes
Feels like trouble

It’s serious
Beginning to think I’m delirious
My head signals no but my lips say yes
It’s helpless
Hopelessly in love with you

I’m powerless over your love, baby
Powerless over you
I’m powerless over everything
I can’t get through

Cindy Bullens – Holding Me Crazy

Put me in prison
Out of the clutches of your love
I’m afraid of what I’m feeling
And I cringe at what I’m thinking of

Like a virgin schoolgirl
I’m just waiting for my chance to break away
My heart is ticking like a time-bomb
And it’s bound to go off any day

Holding me crazy
Oh, holding me crazy
And I just can’t break it
This chain on my love

(Holding me…Holding me down)

Painful conditions
Taking me back to my bed
I pull all the covers way up over my eyes
With the pillow securing my head

I lay there thinking
That I know you’re gonna make me insane
Well, I have got my reasons
But still you just keep getting your way

Holding me crazy
Oh, holding me crazy
And I just can’t make it
Got a chain on my love

A voice inside me I heard it say
You got to get on your feet today
Here’s your chance to break away
You better go now
So I tiptoed across the floor
I put my ear up against the door
I couldn’t hear him anymore and so I’m gone now

Oh, I know now

Holding me crazy…
Oh, no, he won’t let you break away
Oh, no, he won’t let you go
Never gonna chain my love

Cindy Bullens – Full Tilt Rocker

Ooh, ooh, he night’s growing colder
Ooh, ooh, and you’re feeling much older
So you turn and you look at me
‘Cause I’m a full tilt rocker and I’m just sixteen

Ooh, ooh, you’ve been making eyes at me
Just because I’m so young and free
Don’t you wish you had a part of me?
‘Cause I’m a full tilt rocker and I’m just sixteen

I don’t need no
People telling me what to do
I’m a little bit young
But my aim is true

You can reach me
By letting me go and giving me room
I’m a little bit young
But I’m not a fool

Francoise Hardy – Le Temps De L’amour

See’est le temps de l’amour,
le temps des copains et de l’aventure.
Quand le temps va et vient,
on ne pense à rien malgré ses blessures.
Car le temps de l’amour
see’est long et see’est court,
ça dure toujours, on s’en souvient.

On se dit qu’à vingt ans on est le roi do monde,
et qu’éternellement il why aura dans nos yeux
tout le ciel bleu.

see’est le temps de l’amour,
le temps des copains et de l’aventure.
Quand le temps va et vient,
on ne pense à rien malgré ses blessures.
Car le temps de l’amour
ça vous met au coeur
beaucoup de chaleur et de bonheur.

Un beau jour see’est l’amour et le coeur bat plus vite,
car la vie suit son cours
et l’on est tout heureux d’être amoureux.

see’est le temps de l’amour,
le temps des copains et de l’aventure.
Quand le temps va et vient,
on ne pense à rien malgré ses blessures.
Car le temps de l’amour
see’est long et see’est court,
ça dure toujours, on s’en souvient

CASHMERE CAT – Throw Myself A Party lyrics

Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

Another party, ‘nother Ferrari
I stretch the truth like pilates
See all of my hoes exotic
None of your hoes invited
When I meet her in the lobby
If she ain’t fucking then I leave her in the lobby
I fuck the bitch if she pigeon toed
Using my belt for a mistle toe
I used to bet on the telephone
I done made love in a vehicle
This right here, this is your anthem
Throw a party in the mansion
Throw a party in a trap house
Drink something then pass out
2 Chainz, tru

I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

12 months straight, no sleep
Sipping lean, still no sleep
Party hard till the sun creep
Making money niggas don’t sleep
Turn your bitch into a super freak
Said she only had one drink
Blow her line up, she gon’ let the phone ring-ring-ring
Calling all her friends, they wan’ get it in
Tell ’em it’s about to get lit, yeah they know it’s about to get lit
20 bitches on the hit list
I want all her friends, down to get it in
Yeah they know it’s ’bout to get lit
Yeah they know it’s ’bout to get lit
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

So tell me am I wrong?
Cause I think every girl in here just wanna fuck me
Off Patron, spilling what I’m sipping on these Balmain jeans
Maybe we should have a party
Like where the fuck my bitches tonight?
And where the fuck my liquor tonight?
Tell the waitress we ain’t tip unless she get it right
So get that liquor, come here shawty

(I just wanna get drunk)
And throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Throw myself a party

Chief Keef – Straight Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Niggas fufu as fuck, as fuck, as fuck
Get Doowop out the cut, gun up, light up
Bang, you’s a lil boy
As fuck, as fuck
Glo up, bang
Gun up, light up

[Hook]
Niggas fufu as fuck, as fuck, as fuck
Get Doowop out the cut, gun up, light up
You’s a lil boy, glo up, light up
Got my .30 on my side if a nigga try to take my stuff
I’m shooting out, straight up, straight up, straight up
Niggas know we ain’t selling, ask then it’s straight up
I got this .40 on me and I’ma end this bitch straight up
And if you know me know this shit ain’t made up
Straight up

[Verse 1]
Straight up
Can’t fuck with dem niggas ’cause dem niggas ain’t straight up
Niggas ask if I’m O’Block, I say straight up
Posted with dem Glocks and .30’s, boy, come make a spray up
Straight up, straight up, straight up
Stop all that flexing, boy, you ain’t getting paper
Yo ass stealing out, fool, but you say you doing K bucks
And I’m still smoking dope even though I’m on (?)

[Hook]
Niggas fufu as fuck, as fuck, as fuck
Get Doowop out the cut, gun up, light up
You’s a lil boy, glo up, light up
Got my .30 on my side if a nigga try to take my stuff
I’m shooting out, straight up, straight up, straight up
Niggas know we ain’t selling, ask then it’s straight up
I got this .40 on me and I’ma end this bitch straight up
And if you know me know this shit ain’t made up
Straight up

David Bowie – Boys Keep Swinging Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Heaven loves you
The clouds part for you
Nothing stands in your way
When you are a boy
Clothes always fit you
Life is a pop of the cherry
When you are a boy

[Chorus]
When you are a boy
You can wear a uniform
When you are a boy
Other boys check you out
You get a girl
These are your favorite things
When you are a boy

[Verse 2]
Boys
Boys
Boys keep swinging
Boys always work it out
Uncage the colors
Unfurl the flag
Luck just kissed you hello
When you are a boy
They’ll never clone you
You are always first on the line
When you are a boy

[Chorus]
When you are a boy
You can buy a home of your own
When you are a boy
Learn to drive and everything
You’ll get your share
When you are a boy

[Outro]
Boys
Boys
Boys keep swinging
Boys always work it out

Eminem – Male Prostitute Lyrics

[Vocal Intro: Eminem]
Yo, Manix man, I think I just spotted my prey
There she is; check her out
Yea I know she’s with her man and everything but…
I can still get her man, ’cause you know me
Just drop a couple of smooth rhymes on her
And I got her you know what I’m saying?
Aight, I’ll tell you what I’mma do about her man!
Aight, Check this out…

[Verse]
Hey baby, let me have a word with your man
(comic-like slap sound) – now lemme show ya exactly where I stand
I’d like you to enter my fortress
Just cause you are just the most gorgeous
Woman I’ve ever seen and for just
The next few hours of ya life I’d like to
Bring out the real woman inside you despite you
Might be in love and all that with your, man
But lemme get chat with you
Why don’t we get to know each other, haven’t you
Ever wondered what it was like to date an M.C.?
Now what’s a woman like you, without a man like me?
And someone like yourself I can grow very fond of
Beyond a doubt and I would always hold onto your
Love, and be faithful I promise
Cause I’m as
Loyal as a puppy, and I’d treat you like a goddess
That we would’ve stumble onto each other but first, wait
Before you’re lured, I want to know if you’re insured
And if you’re sure, you’re gonna be able to endure
A tremendous amount of pain that seems endless
Strenuous brawn and brain, but yet when this
Whole thing is over and I make it through the ride
Then I’d gladly stand by your side

Travis Mills – In Touch Lyrics

[Chorus: DYSN]
You know what you put me through
That’s why I’m scared to get in touch with you
You know what you put me through
I don’t know why I’m still in love with you

[Verse 1: Travis Mills]
I got quite a few unread texts
And I don’t want to read ’em right now
‘Cause nothing really even makes sense
I’m a goddamn mess
And I sleep past noon
I keep telling all my friends that we’ll hang out soon
But we never do

[Bridge: Travis Mills]
You know what you put me through
And after all that I still fuck with you
All around your waist like I’m stuck to you
And I know I’m just as crazy to put up with you
But sleeping next to you’s more comfortable

You the one, you the one, you the one, you the
I still think about
I got bud, I got roses
Trying to get over this shit you do

[Chorus: DYSN]
‘Cause you know what you put me through
That’s why I’m scared to get in touch with you
You know what you put me through
I don’t know why I’m still in love with you

[Verse 2: Travis Mills]
I don’t know what to do next
‘Cause you don’t really feel it right now
There’s a million other girls could get
But you’re the only one I can’t seem to forget
So I’m sitting here and I’m thinking ’bout you
Keep on telling me that we’ll hang out soon
But we never do

[Bridge: Travis Mills]
You know what you put me through
And after all that I still fuck with you
All around your waist like I’m stuck to you
And I know I’m just as crazy to put up with you
But sleeping next to you’s more comfortable

You the one, you the one, you the one, you the
I still think about
I got bud, I got roses
Trying to get over this shit you do

[Chorus: DYSN]
‘Cause you know what you put me through
That’s why I’m scared to get in touch with you
You know what you put me through
I don’t know why I’m still in love with you

You know what you put me through
That’s why I’m scared to get in touch with you
You know what you put me through

Curren$y – There Go the Man (CDQ) Lyrics

[Intro]
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who

[Verse 1]
Swang like swords on the boulevard
Love from the broads get ’em high fuck ’em hard
Smoking in my yard looking at my cars
Try to pick ’em out I like to switch ’em up before the night falls
Stunting just a little bit if you gotta call it something
I’m just trying show you how to come up out of nothing
Get a progress from the struggle
Out West smoking kill onions
Me and [?] bong snap shatter wax pimping all that
Penning raps counting paper stacks
Jet Life on the map
Bong snap shatter wax nigga all that
Penning raps counting stacks Jet Life on the map

[Chorus]
Uh
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist
Uh
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga

[Verse 2]
All I’m trying do is get my cash on
All I’m trying do is run them numbers up
Get something smart and sexy I could smash on
We got four bad bitches in the truck with us
I smoke ’em to the face I never pass ’em
But I’ll toss you the bag and let you roll one up
Friday night we pull out them Italians
That is Ferrari’s Lamborghini’s coming out the cut, yea

[Chorus]
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch

[Outro]
It ain’t hard to tell
It ain’t hard to tell
It ain’t hard to tell
Homie you know me well

Curren$y – Stash House Lyrics

[Intro]
Dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Dollar, dollar bill, yeah

[Verse 1]
When I got out the car I was talking on the phone
Calm in the storm
The Rolls Royce race in a Rolls Royce jawn
Too slick, you prolly slip before you can step up on
Intercepted before you could creep, you see you been crept on
Life is pressed on
Adding to my Rolex collection
Sky-dweller rose gold prolly do my next one
I know what you wanna hear
That shit that make you hustle all year
I came to the studio with a boat
So I can load these keys up, when they’re ready to go
Them other [?] though
You want that pure shit, homie then you know where it’s go
The game done changed y’all, but not your dawg
I’m still in the cut, rolled up in the kush fog

[Hook]
Like dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Rest in peace my nigga Timber
Used to hit the [?]
Freddie Forgiato, chop that [?] to get my chips up
When I jumped up off the porch, I had no [?] where I end up
Audio stay dope like ice cubes and bottled water
Ain’t no gas up in this bitch but I’m cooking like Snoop and Wacka
Fuck the [?] got titties out like the Carter
Young Nino if she nasty like Janet, I change the [?]
Like dollar, dollar bill
Poured the whole Joe Montana when I broke the seal
Niggas thought that I was dead in the gutter they wrote the will
Beat the case and I put new candy paint on my Coupe de Ville
Beat the case and put my baby on acres like ain’t shit changed

Curren$y – Pound Lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, told Spitta roll up and he pulled up on
Everybody know that that’s my N.O. homie
Started way back, I give a shot out to Tunechi
All them other rapper’s niggas certified coochie
Used to wear Gucci and I still do
All that shit so old to me it’s mildew
Old money still got the lil face
I was trapping one LA [?]
Alright, André my favorite rapper
Raw paper, my favourite wrapper
All of these baby rappers starting to look like lady rappers
Dead beat rappers, never change they baby pamper
I used to serve your favourite rapper, now I smoke it for example

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
I bought pounds yeah to smoke it
Pounds, yeah to smoke
I bought a pound yeah to smoke it
A pound, yeah to smoke
Walk in church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
Already know what it’s smelling like it
Walked in the church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
You already know

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I got stars in my ceiling, mama how you feeling?
Chinchilla dragging on the floor with my gold pendants
Done it for my city just to show ’em I can get it
Hella cold with it, yeah dawg you know your nigga
Been down with Tity since me and Tune were visit
Hit him for the killer quickly he came through with it
Had to do the truck it was shitty
I had to [?]
We shot a video with a few bitches
The casino scene was flipping, straight rolling
Hot box the box chevy, shit look like a explosion
Two of the coldest niggas smoking
Rolling, millionaires and we homies
That’s dangerous you know it

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
I bought pounds yeah to smoke it
Pounds, yeah to smoke
I bought a pound yeah to smoke it
A pound, yeah to smoke
Walk in church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
Already know what it’s smelling like it
Walked in the church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
You already know

Curren$y – Left My Keys Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Took my jacket off as I slid to the car
(?) in the sports arena like a star
Use the talent elevator to the rooftop office
That’s how you know you made it
Rubbing elbows with the life changers
Shaking hands with the strangers
Hanging ’round motherfuckers more dangerous than strangers
Shit trill
I pray for my cousins who be banging
Hope that rap shit clicks
But that paper won’t stop my loved ones from hanging
Rest in peace to the Jacka
Keep them Chevy’s swanging
Burn the rubber at the traffic light for entertainment
Killed the beat, showed up torched to the arraignment
Higher than a spaceship
Your honor in amazement
Couldn’t even say shit
Let a nigga skate back to the interstate quick
All in the cake mix but never get the game twisted
Never coming up on lame shit

[Hook]
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

[Verse 2]
Rolls Royce came through like Theraflu, nasty as fuck
Bentleys pulled up too
Shot callers on entourage members in the coupe
Trying to catch us slipping, but your bitch gave us the scoop
(?) to the loot we be on the move
Anything about it, you probably not even that cool
All I do is roll killa at the house on shrooms
Made a million dollars staying fresh and being true
Underground niggas, couple cribs, couple pools
Might piss in the mainstream, take ya’ll money too
What the fuck dumb niggas gonna do?

[Hook]
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Machine Gun Kelly – Freestyle On Capital XTRA Tim Westwood Lyrics

Uh, Kells
They don’t wanna see a real muh’fucker winnin’
All the greats died but there’s still one livin’
I spit reality when all the music nows gimmicks
It’s kinda foul to see that we do is all image
But I really live this, Jimmy Hendrix ’till my lyrics hit ’em
Then Bob Dylan asked why I ain’t on the television
Cause a premonition of John Lennon said the second you preaching the message is the minute you Zeppelin
That means on the stairway to Heaven I go back to the two family homes
Where my daddies cologne would cover up the fact we Rolling Stoned. I got places to roam, reading through a text on my phone from Billy Joe, saying ‘You are the next Joey Ramone.’
Smoking Chili Peppers outta bong, ? Record, now the tattoo on my arm sent Flea told ’bout my songs
I turn around “What’s it gwan’ Bob?”
Getting gnarly with Marley, smoking barley, trippin’ in the party with Steve Jobs
And they say “we need marriages in our lives” fuck dat!
Tell my bitch “I’m a Marilyn tonight.”
Ringside yellin’ to Muhammad, during the fight
Sittin’ next to BIG and Puff, Bad Boys for life!
Black flags and dice, hashtags and flights, ripped pants and Nikes, a black pen and a mic
Cleveland my city, I tatted dat for life!

Real people with me, haters hashtag and type
Trashbags and fights, we fillin’ this motherfucker
Me and hoes buying bottles we spillin’ this motherfucker. Heard Nas even bought Lauryn Hill in this motherfucker
Like, good goddamn they filling this motherfucker!

Pac said “I live with Thug Life.”
Aaliyah on my arm, boy I got a Thug Wife
Drunk nights with, Nikki Sixx, now he’s on a heroin binge
Me and Morris are snorting anything we touching again!
An, Imma, Sex Pistol, everything I Sid Vicious
I’m making Johnny Cash haters eat my Limp Bizkit

Fuck with it or Gorillaz your decision
But I Will Smith-en Western anyone of my opposition
And all these critics reframe from speaking my name
And these newer artists feel the same, they Nicolas Cage
Mean they Gone In 60 Seconds, get up out my way
If I ain’t critically acclaimed, you’re clinically insane
Bitch I ain’t ashamed of where I’m from
I’m not ashamed I’m not a trophy fathers, trophy son
I’m not ashamed I got a daughter and support her instead of being a baller flaunting every dollar
Bitch I’m barbecuing cus I’m A1!
I can’t front, this life we live is a blessing
Dreaming about the Future but everyday is the present. Whether they accept my music or they try to forget us
Here forever, bitch I’m a motherfucking living legend
Feel that! Uh, yeah this beat, I killed dat
Kanye made the beat let him heal that!
Uh, uh, let him heal that
Uh, uh, let him heal that
Yeah, now they say “Jesus walks” and I say “I’m so high I can’t hear Jesus talk.”

Uh, Tim West, wassup?

Kells the motherfucking, next up, Young Gunner!

Genesis – Ballad Of Big lyrics

Big jim cooley commanded respect, whatever he wanted he could get.
The badge on his waistcoat shone in the sun.
It aint no lie that big jim was feared by everyone.

In the saloon one evening big took a bet
With a rancher whose name I forget.
He wanted a herd taken over the plain,
And he called jim ‘yellow, hell never do that again.

He got mad!
He threw his badge on the floor and walked out,
Hes gonna give it a try, he left no doubt.

Must be mad, he must be mad!
The people wished him well, and good luck.
Well I don’t need it! He laughed,
Got on his horse and rode away.

Out on the trail, jim n his crew of five
Were trying their best to keep the cattle alive.
The weather was hard, but so were the men,
Though I don’t think even big will try this trip again.

His horses were edgy, sensing trouble ahead,
But the trouble didn’t start until the men were in bed
A-whooping and a-hollering, flashing their knives,
Big and his men were jumped by an all-star indian tribe.

He was scared, big jim was scared
Alive, they called him lucky, but not today.
Cos he died like all good cowboys with his boots on next to his men.

Big jim, he still wont lie down,
For him the bet is still on.
Some say he rides there, cursing still.
Some say theyve seen him.

Johanna – Contigo Hasta El Final lyrics

Voy a besarte más,
Cuando vuelvas conmigo,
Y Voy a amarte más,
Cuando vuelvas al nido,
Cuenta te vas a dar,
Que ya no estará vacío,
Y tu lo veras, que ya nada será igual,,,

Yo estare contigo hasta el final,
Solo dame la oportunidad,
Hoy tengo tanto para dar,
Que es imposible ocultar
Que ya estoy listo para amar…te a tiii,iii,iii.

Cuando te conocí,
Era un vulgar bandido
Que no sabía querer,
Viviendo mí vacío,
Ni siquiera lo intenté,
Y tan solo te dañé,
Pero ahora lo sé, que siempre te amaré.

Yo estare contigo hasta el final,
Solo dame la oportunidad,
Hoy tengo tanto para dar,
Que es imposible ocultar,
Que ya estoy listo para amar…te a tiii,iii,iii.

Cashmere Cat – Throw Myself A Party lyrics

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/-artist.html”>CASHMERE CAT Throw Myself A Party lyrics

Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

Another party, ‘nother Ferrari
I stretch the truth like pilates
See all of my hoes exotic
None of your hoes invited
When I meet her in the lobby
If she ain’t fucking then I leave her in the lobby
I fuck the bitch if she pigeon toed
Using my belt for a mistle toe
I used to bet on the telephone
I done made love in a vehicle
This right here, this is your anthem
Throw a party in the mansion
Throw a party in a trap house
Drink something then pass out
2 Chainz, tru

I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

12 months straight, no sleep
Sipping lean, still no sleep
Party hard till the sun creep
Making money niggas don’t sleep
Turn your bitch into a super freak
Said she only had one drink
Blow her line up, she gon’ let the phone ring-ring-ring
Calling all her friends, they wan’ get it in
Tell ’em it’s about to get lit, yeah they know it’s about to get lit
20 bitches on the hit list
I want all her friends, down to get it in
Yeah they know it’s ’bout to get lit
Yeah they know it’s ’bout to get lit
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

So tell me am I wrong?
Cause I think every girl in here just wanna fuck me
Off Patron, spilling what I’m sipping on these Balmain jeans
Maybe we should have a party
Like where the fuck my bitches tonight?
And where the fuck my liquor tonight?
Tell the waitress we ain’t tip unless she get it right
So get that liquor, come here shawty

(I just wanna get drunk)
And throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Throw myself a party

Future – That’s A Check (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Pluto!
Tell ’em I go crazy
808 Mafia

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a check
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

[Verse 1: Future]
I got niggas dying for this (dying for this gang shit)
I just wanna shine for this
Ain’t gone waste no time in this (I can’t waste no time)
I done did some crimes in the streets
I told you from the jump its one thou
I could throw that up and make a pile
I just made a bad bitch pout
Hoes catch an attitude for this cash (woo!)
Tell me what she wanna do for this bag
Pussy so good girl you ain’t gotta ask
Make niggas spend a check on that ass
Make a nigga spend a check on that ass

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put the Rollie on five-thirty in the morning (woah)
I really want it, I forgot I even bought it (woah)
Bought a block and I’ma die to pay the mortgage (woah)
Dead broke, you still alive it’s rigamortis (woah)
I got the choppers so don’t make me catch a body (woah)
I got the scoop, they say it shoots don’t get me started
I got the Bentley coupe, G-Wagon, and the Porsche
A nigga rich, the bitches brag on the boss shits
My condolences, I heard about your losses
Killing these niggas, Ricky Ross about to floss it
I got her pussy popping on my triple beam
Black bottles so you know we sipping lean
Drinking the yellow or the red, I want the green
All leather seats, and I’m on Promethazine
Lamborghini’s back to back look like a car race
Hundred room mansion, now I think I’m Scarface (boss)

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my neck

[Verse 3: Future]
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all the rings on
I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I’m King Kong (super!)
Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling
Make sure before I die my niggas got a million
These bitches chasing me like I’m a dream
I’m married to Freebandz, that’s forever
I got Floyd pulling up at the house on a yacht
A millionaire and I’mma have my way with these thots
Pull a chopper, put a few Dracos in them spots
You was coolin’ off, and I was warming up, now I’m hot
I got bitches like new shoes they cost a lot
I got shooters gonna make the news if they pop out
Too many diamonds on, they got me snowboarding
Tell ya fuck the kid but ain’t got nun’ to show for it

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

Popcaan – Nah Idle

[Intro:]
Mini
Uh…uhuh
You can never have nothing if you dont work hard
Cyan achieve nothing if you dont work hard (hard work enuh)
Nah make no money if you dont work hard
Woii yoii
Cho!

[Verse 1 ]
Hustler baby, you know that a me
Fuck some real star gyal, like Gwen Stefani
Artist a cuss, true di world prefer me
Pay fi dem song, dem play mine, dem play fi free (ahaha)
Pussy dem a seh mi soon flop but a lie that
World a drive and a me a di pilot
Any bwoy violate, dem marrow, man a fly that
Cyaa diss Unruly
Pussy, don’t try that
Ha!

[Bridge:]
Some a dem nuh waan work
Not even buy him daughter a skirt
Hustling a mi grammar
Work hard, fi tek care of Rihanna
Bwoy, you nuh waan help yuh mother?
You nuh waan help yuh brother?
You vex everytime you see a youth a climb up the ladder

[Chorus:]
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
Mi granny tell mi seh, "yuh mouth need one bridle"
Bwoy, cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
From you a idlers, the Devil will find you
(Devil will find you)

[Verse 2:]
Mi work hard ’til the ting go plug in, like TV
Dem nuh know when Thuggy and Grizzle did a gi’ ‘way man CD
Mi cous’, Tyrone, tell dem, man a star from grade 3
And true man wicked and bad, no bwoy couldn’t page me
(Up to now)
Man a rise to the top, none of dat dem nuh waan see (Aye!)
Wash out unuh heart, unuh heart too nasty
Dem fi know man a real Gringo, and man a nuh Bill Cosby
And, we nuh beg people, so nuh bwoy cyaa style me (Aye!)
Me mek a vow pon mi heart, work hard like Chiney

[Bridge:]
Some a dem nuh waan work
Not even buy him daughter a skirt
Hustling a mi grammar
Work hard, fi tek care of Rihanna
If you never listen Popcaan song, make sure say you listen to da one yah

[Chorus:]
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
Bwoy, mi granny tell mi seh, "yuh mouth need one bridle"
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle (yeah)
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
(Mek sure seh you listen to da one ya)

[Chorus:]
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
Bwoy, mi granny tell mi seh, "yuh mouth need one bridle"
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
Yeah
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle

Future – Drippin

[Intro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
DJ EscoMoeCity, the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin’ planet
Aye, aye, aye

[Hook]
Got a money counter on me, baby, how you love that?
I’m a big timer, baby, how you love that?
Got a money counter on me, baby, how you love that?
Got bottles on me right now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

[Verse 1]
I’m drippin’ flavor, you just a traitor
No sports agent, I am a player
I’m at the Four Seasons like I’m on vacation
Tryna count some paper everyday I wake up
I can’t get no sleep, I’m runnin’ these bands way up
Louboutins on my feet gettin’ laced up
Hublot wrapped around my wrist, it’s perfect timer
Hublot wrapped around my wrist, I’m tryna find her
I got fine bitches on me just like Chyna
Here’s a chance for you to prove it girl, line up
Ain’t no pressure, got a drapper bustin’ diamonds
If you care about her, put her in designer

[Hook]
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
We toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
I could pay your rent right now, how you love that?
I could pay your bills right now, how you love that?
I buy you a brand new car, how you love that?
I’m standin’ on the bar, how you love that?
We came in VIP, how you love that?
We came in VIP, how you love that?
Got a money counter on me baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

[Bridge]
Foreign automobiles, spinnin’ these wheels, yeah-yeah-yeah
Take the top off a seal, take the top off a seal and pour it
Make me some Codeine I want it, make me some bars I want it
I got a feelin’ she want me like I want her

[Hook]
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
We toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
Actavis and red, how you love that?
Actavis and red, how you love that?
Ace of Spade Rosé, how you love that?
Ace of Spade Rosé, how you love that?

[Outro]
You need that drip, you wanna drip
I show you drip, I’mma get on that drip
Like to drip, they like to drip
You wanna drip, you know we drip
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

Noah Cyrus – Almost Famous (Acoustic)

[Verse 1]
You were the right face at the wrong time, love
I only wish I woulda known it
Wouldn’t have been so quick to give you up
When you got a good thing you should hold it

[Chorus]
We were almost legends, you and me
We were almost perfect
We were almost like the people in the paintings
It’s like we were almost
It’s like we were almost famous, famous, famous
It’s like we were almost famous, famous, famous

[Verse 2]
Much as I want to, I can’t lie now, babe
Oh, I can’t deny how much I miss you
But we were just victims of the time and place
Oh, like a love was not the issue
I changed my mind
I turned to tell you, you were already gone

[Chorus]
We were almost legends, you and me
We were almost perfect
We were almost like the people in the paintings
It’s like we were almost
It’s like we were almost famous, famous, famous
It’s like we were almost famous, famous, famous

[Bridge]
It’s funny how
We say "Forever"
I see you now
You’re just a stranger
We wave hello
Say "See you later"
I’ll see you later
It’s funny how

[Chorus]
We were almost legends, you and me
We were almost perfect, yeah
We were almost like the people in the paintings
It’s like we were almost
It’s like we were almost famous, famous, famous
It’s like we were almost famous, famous, famous
It’s like we were almost famous, famous, famous, yeah
It’s like we were almost famous, famous, famous

[Outro]
You were the right face at the wrong time, love
I only wish I woulda known it

Chinx Drugz – Holla Then (feat. Meet Sims)

[Hook]
Walked in this bitch and tossed 100 bands up
I just blew a check
Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing
Young nigga laughing to the bank
She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then
They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then
Never talking much, tell em holler then
Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then

[Verse 1]
Both hands, my Vs up, ain’t talking bout Virginia [?]
Wide body, they freeze up, slide with something slender nigga
Drink when I want, smoke when I want
If you stick to the script, how you change up the story
Alligator my watch, call it crocodile dungeon
Your bitch stay on the jock, like the hand of [?]
Nigga dripping in water, neck’s all frigid
VH1, E channel, know you see us on TV
From the bleachers they watching, Porsche Julio Chavez
Shawty hit the club, tell the DJ go and play my shit
From the bleachers they watching, Porsche Julio Chavez
Shawty hit the club, tell the DJ go and play my shit

[Hook]
Walked in this bitch and tossed 100 bands up
I just blew a check
Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing
Young nigga laughing to the bank
She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then
They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then
Never talking much, tell em holler then
Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then

[Verse 2]
Hate to fall from this height, bounce back
Take a selfie in the mirror and shawty make it bounce back
Versace on my face cause the coupe from [?] space
And this bitch is all white like heaven, open up the gates
So before you drop it boil in the water like the eye
Got a main bitch and another on the side
Four car garage, which one I’ll decide
Fuck up out my dope house, hurry up and buy
Nigga think it’s 7:30, we be 7:45
Young nigga spending money we gone blow it every time
Nigga think it’s 7:30, we be 7:45
Young nigga spending money we gone blow it every time

[Hook]
Walked in this bitch and tossed 100 bands up
I just blew a check
Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing
Young nigga laughing to the bank
She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then
They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then
Never talking much, tell em holler then
Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then

Wiley – Speakerbox

[Intro: Skepta]
That’s where we are right now, fam. And like everyone in your crew is just like, tunnel vision. It’s family, it’s what we care about or nothing. Like literally, there is no money that record labels can offer us no more, it’s dead. It’s just, there’s no point

[Hook: Wiley]
I’ve achieved tings I was dreamin’ of
Step on the stage, start reelin’ off
Yo, when I’m goin’, better see me off
Well, not everybody’s gonna be the boss
If you look into my face, gonna see a boss
If you look into the crowd, you will see a mosh
Do my ting like Marley and Peter Tosh
It’s Eskiboy in your speakerbox

[Verse 1: Wiley]
I know my name’s bigger than I make out
I used to push buj with the flake out
We had the first 110s that ever came out
I would book a New York flight, get the plane out
Wanna get my name out, we ain’t got the same clout
Went through a bag of shit that they’re payin’ out
I had my watch and my bracelet and chains out
Realised that’s dead, right then is when had to get my brain out
We ain’t on the same shit
I’m tellin’ everyone, we don’t shot the same brick
You got the pellets, I’m a grime kid
Face it, the pavement knows me, basically, everythin’ I know it showed me
Blud we ain’t from the same strip
On my strip nah look get a face-lift
Drugs on the staircase, drugs in the bait lift, every day I weight lift
Cops and robbers wanna take it, I hate it

[Hook: Wiley]
I’ve achieved tings I was dreamin’ of
Step on the stage, start reelin’ off
Yo, when I’m goin’, better see me off
Well, not everybody’s gonna be the boss
If you look into my face, gonna see a boss
If you look into the crowd, you will see a mosh
Do my ting like Marley and Peter Tosh
It’s Eskiboy in your speakerbox

[Verse 2: Wiley]
Made my street money, then I done a Phaze One
Me and Danny S. decide to make one
Club banger, street banger on the stations
Gettin’ played every day it’s in heavier rotation
I’m nationwide by now, people see the energy and take some
Stars in the sky yeah I made some
But how could I be here without
Biggin’ up Maxwell and Luke and Jason
Yo, hear me on the sets ’cause I grace ’em
Me and Dizzee made it an occupation
Came from a council estate, I know ’em all, you can name ’em
I was outside in the cold it was rainin’
Standin’ on stairs chattin’ shit about the pagans
Nuttin’ don’t phase us, nuttin’ don’t phase ’em
You got a top boy on your side? Nobody rates him
I’m chillin’ like

[Hook: Wiley]
I’ve achieved tings I was dreamin’ of
Step on the stage, start reelin’ off
Yo, when I’m goin’, better see me off
Well, not everybody’s gonna be the boss
If you look into my face, gonna see a boss
If you look into the crowd, you will see a mosh
Do my ting like Marley and Peter Tosh
It’s Eskiboy in your speakerbox
I’ve achieved tings I was dreamin’ of
Step on the stage, start reelin’ off
Yo, when I’m goin’, better see me off
Well, not everybody’s gonna be the boss
If you look into my face, gonna see a boss
If you look into the crowd, you will see a mosh
Do my ting like Marley and Peter Tosh
It’s Eskiboy in your speakerbox

[Verse 3: Wiley]
The whole wanna, can’t test when I wile out
I ain’t gotta have a gang when I ride out
I just get my mind right then I slide out
‘Cause if you’re bait, one don will talk and everybody’s gonna find out
I can bring a style out
Showcase the style, I put a vibe out
Pass me the water, I got a dry mouth
After that I spray a couple fire bars, make a shook spitter hide out
They ain’t got the same drive
Do my ting at night or in the day time
Don’t matter what time it is, I make time
And I have a Haze time and a break time
In a dance galla wine up your waistline
Everybody goin’ mad to the bassline
Sippin’ on a one drink at the same time
I power up around April and May times then I have a great time

[Hook: Wiley]
I’ve achieved tings I was dreamin’ of
Step on the stage, start reelin’ off
Yo, when I’m goin’, better see me off
Well, not everybody’s gonna be the boss
If you look into my face, gonna see a boss
If you look into the crowd, you will see a mosh
Do my ting like Marley and Peter Tosh
It’s Eskiboy in your speakerbox
I’ve achieved tings I was dreamin’ of
Step on the stage, start reelin’ off
Yo, when I’m goin’, better see me off
Well, not everybody’s gonna be the boss
If you look into my face, gonna see a boss
If you look into the crowd, you will see a mosh
Do my ting like Marley and Peter Tosh
It’s Eskiboy in your speakerbox

[Outro: Skepta]
There’s no point in sayin’ these numbers to us anymore because we’ve seen them, yeah. So now everyone’s head’s on puttin’ this thing on the map in a way that all the kids of today never have to go through what we went through

Injury Reserve – Eeny Meeny Miny Moe

[Hook: x4]
Eeny meeny miney moe
Yeah yeah yeah
Catch a rapper at a show
Yeah yeah yeah
Couple dollars let him blow
Yeah yeah yeah
Who’s up next I don’t know
Yeah yeah yeah

[Bridge:]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
Damn, oh shit yeah
Ain’t nobody really fuck with your shit yeah
You ain’t really really made no hits yeah
Me? Shit I made “Oh Shit!!!” yeah
They created your ass with a plan bro
From clothes to the pics to the fans yo
See they love what you make not what you stand for
Got they black Pinocchio with the round nose
Post him up in the mall for a fucking photo
Don’t let him team up, make nigga solo
Ask the the hood what they think, “Man, that nigga so so”
We don’t care who your daddy, like that nigga JoJo
They going to do what it takes to make some fucking more dough
New trends, new ends, revenue get slo-mo
Ain’t nobody really care about that nigga no more
Let him go, drop him off, make that nigga go

[Hook]
Eeny meeny miney moe
Yeah yeah yeah
Catch a rapper at a show
Yeah yeah yeah
Couple dollars let him blow
Yeah yeah yeah
Who’s up next I don’t know
Yeah yeah yeah

[Bridge]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it

[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]
So you want to be a rap star?
You think lyrics and dope beats will really get you that far?
Shit, I wish that’s all that it took
It’s way more than a catchy ass hook
Don’t know the right people, you ain’t getting no looks
If it was that easy, we’d be getting more looks
Then you got these dudes that thinking they Rambo
But truthful ya’ll just looking like sambo’s
Would you dance for a dollar? “Yeah yeah yeah”
Might as well be a stripper then, uh
Sell your soul for a buck? “Yeah yeah yeah”
Well damn go get it then
Man, this music shit so demanding
Not even on and lost so many damn friends
All this lack of sleep and hella planning
If you think you got what it takes, then put your hand in like-

[Hook]
Eeny meeny miney moe
Yeah yeah yeah
Catch a rapper at a show
Yeah yeah yeah
Couple dollars let him blow
Yeah yeah yeah
Who’s up next I don’t know
Yeah yeah yeah

[Bridge]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it

Secret Circle – Satellite (feat. Despot)

[Verse 1: Antwon]
Step out the stargate
Cold white kisses, I miss my missus
Eye on the mission [?]
Roaches and dirty dishes fill my kitchen
Wish I could see the light at the end
At the age where I can’t save my friends
They choose the past, struggle with demons
Just let me say goodbye before they leavin’
Who am I kiddin’?
I hate the world, stick to my secret circle
[?]
Street genocide
Twon ate all the pies
Look into his eyes
[?]
We in a hurry to die
Send me to the sky

[Hook: Wiki]
Dig up my hole
Give up my soul
Let me just go into the sky
Getting grown it was just getting high
Getting stoned it was being alive
I’m supposed to get a piece of the pie
[?]
I don’t know, I’mma be fine
Let me just go, let me just die

[Verse 2: Despot]
Been waiting too long
You say you gonna kill me, get a move on
You want a new song
Tell ’em to put "Coming Soon" on my tombstone
Ain’t worth the shit on your shoes until you gone
Fell out the hearse in the dirt with a suit on
Dropped out the rat race
I ain’t wit the cheddar chase
All expense paid trip to a better place
Get rid of me first
I’m beggin’ to leave earth
Be on a t-shirt
Know where I’m goin’
Got no time to stop and to smell the roses
A wink and a smile as the casket closes
He seemed like a nice guy, ain’t really know him
I’m sitting in hell looking up I can see you
Heaven is the roof of all evil

[Hook]
Dig up my hole
Give up my soul
Let me just go into the sky
Getting grown it was just getting high
Getting stoned it was being alive
I’m supposed to get a piece of the pie
[?]
I don’t know, I’mma be fine
Let me just go, let me just die

[Verse 3: Wiki]
Waiting on friends, waiting on ends
Why can’t I wait and be patient
Pretend to enjoy all this shit while it lasts
Next thing you know it gets snatched
Give me a pass
Let me just pass
Don’t make me ask
Ask you again
Don’t make me beg
Go ahead
Let me be dead

Shorty – Boiler Room Freestyle (feat. Solo 45, Frisco & Jammer) (Moesh Music Album)

[Verse 1 – Solo 45]
(Yeah , Uh) That pagan , World Star that pagan (X7)
BACK THE FUCK UP NIGGA , OR I’LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF
DICKHEAD (DICKHEAD) , BACK THE FUCK UP NIGGA , OR I’LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF (DICKHEAD)
There’s a problem in the building, a bunch of fucking pagans
DICKHEAD (DICKHEAD) , BACK THE FUCK UP NIGGA , OR I’LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF (DICKHEAD)

[Verse 2 – Frisco]
I’m so BBK, me and my team run tracks like a relay
If a man thinks I won’t pop off my new ting fam you would get an action replay
25 teeth in your frame no delay, I’m the ting no he say she say
Them man are some weekend bad man and some big waste man in the weekday
MC’s get munched i’ll dead them all , i’ll end them all cos to me they’re edible
Incredible like General Levy , MC’s falling to me there’s several
Give me a buff ting that’s flexible, back shots gotta go in hysterical
No lies i’m the same i’m both sides , I won’t lie my patterns symmetrical
If you think you’re ready then come fam , I will get man bunned for less than one grand
Furthermore you don’t want beef like a herbivore, you best tie up your Nikes and run fam
Won’t sell out the ting like some man, conspire against me what a dumb plan
See my darg in the background can’t put the strap down , he’s just itching to bun man
Kill’em all in, all the alphabetical, i’m credible, send guys to the medical
If it gets technical, it’s peak for you , Frisco’s offence ain’t defend-able
So go against my team ain’t sensible, legendary like one of the expendables
Salute to the general, big dutty stinking going on terrible

[Verse 3 – Jammer]
Leave MCs in pieces like Reeces
I was feeding the thousands like Jesus
I was doing way too many features
Don’t fuck up the bass like tinny speakers
When I spit my bars it’s an energy burst
So you’d better check your energy first
Boy better know that I ain’t talking sweets when I tell ’em that a star will burst

Run DMC – Hard Times (Run-Dmc Deluxe Reissue Album)

Hard times spreading just like the flu
Watch out homeboy, don’t let it catch you
P-p-prices go up, don’t let your pocket go down
When you got short money you’re stuck on the ground
Turn around, get ready, keep your eye on the prize
And be on point for the future shock

Hard times [Repeat x2]

Hard times are coming to your town
So stay alert, don’t let them get you down
They tell you times are tough, you hear that times are hard
But when you work for that ace you know you pulled the right card
Hard times got our pockets all in chains
I’ll tell you what, homeboy, it don’t have my brain
All day I have to work at my peak
Because I need that dollar every day of the weak

Hard times

Hard times can take you on a natural trip
So keep your balance, and don’t you slip
Hard times is nothing new on me
I’m gonna use my strong mentality
Like the cream of the crop, like the crop of the cream
Be-be-beating hard times, that is my theme
Hard times in life, hard times in death
I’m gonna keep on fighting to my very last breath

Hard times [Repeat x6]

Run DMC – Rock Box (Run-Dmc Deluxe Reissue Album)

Run.. (run..) d.. (d) m.. (m) c.. (c)
Rock.. (rock.. rock..)
For you! (for you.. for you..)
Fresh (fresh.. fresh..)

For all you sucker mc’s perpetratin’ a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold lost
You’re the kind of guy that girl ignored
I’m drivin’ caddy, you fixin ‘a ford
My name is joseph simmons but my middle name’s lord
And when I’m rockin’ on the mic, you should all applaud
Because we’re (wheelin’, dealin’, we got a funny feelin’)
We rock from the floor up the ceilin’
We groove it (you move it) it has been proven
We calmed the seven seas because our music is soothin’
We create it (relate it) and often demonstrate it
We’ll diss a sucker mc make the other suckers hate it
We’re rising (surprising) and often hypnotizing
We always tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in
No curls (no braids) peasy-head and still get paid
Jam master cut the record up and down and cross-fade

Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail
Witty as can be and not for sale
Always funky fresh, could never be stale

Took a test to become an mc and didn’t fail
I couldn’t wait to demonstrate
All the super def rhymes that I create
I’m a wizard of a word, that’s what you heard
And anything else is quite absurd
I’m the master of a mic, that’s what I say
And if I didn’t say that, you’d say it anyway

Bust into the party, come in the place
See the first things come, the music in your face
Tears down the walls, some of the floor
With the dj named jay with the cuts galore

So listen to this because it can’t be missed
And you can’t leave til you’re dismissed
You can do anything that you want to
But you can’t leave until we’re through
So relax your body and your mind
And listen to us say this rhyme – hey
You might think that you have waited
Long enough til the rhyme was stated
But if it were a test it would be graded
With a grade that’s not debated
Nothing too deep and nothing dense
And all our rhymes make a lot of sense

So move your butt, to the cut
Run amuk, you’re not in a rut
Each and everybody out there, we got the notion

We want to see y’all all in motion

Just shake, wiggle jump up and down
Move your body to the funky sound

Side to side, back and forth

We’re the two mc’s, and we’re gonna go off
Stand in place, walk or run
Tap your feet, you’ll be on the one

Just snap your fingers and clap your hands

Our dj’s better than all these bands
Huh!!

we got all the lines
[dmc] and all the rhymes
[run] we don’t drop dimes
[dmc] and we don’t do crimes
[run] we bake a little cake with Duncan Hines
[dmc] and never wear the vest they call the Calvin Kleins
[run] cause Calvin Klein’s no friend of mine
don’t want nobody’s name on my behind
lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
d by my side and jay with the beat

Jay jay jay jay jay jay
We don’t we don’t we don’t stop!
Don’t don’t don’t.. don’t stop! (jay!)
One two three
Hollis crew crew crew
For for for for the love now
Cool t now
Hah, ??
My, my man jam master
Is in his place to be (jay! jay jay jay)
The big beat blaster
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All, the way live
Re, remember you don’t stop
Kickin it, and you don’t stop
Rrrrrrrrrock, d-dot, d-dot, rock the spot
Stick em.. and you don’t stop, hah
Run.. rocks it well, we-welle-well
A-with the clientele
Krush groove
Young ladies in the place..
We, we we’re, we we’re we’re, we we’re we’re (bass)
We we’re in the hottest space
Hah.. ??
Homeboys
Now we’re talkin autographs
Autographs and autographs
Fly girls in the place, in the place
Homeboys
Hollis crew

Run DMC – Jam-Master Jay (Run-Dmc Deluxe Reissue Album)

Kick off shoes, jump on the jock
Listen to the Jam Master as he starts to rock
His name is Jay and he’s on his way
To be the best DJ in the US of A

J-a-y are the letters of his name
Cutting and scratching are the aspects of his game
So check out the Master as he cuts these jams
And look at us with the mics in our hands
Then take a count, 1 2 3
Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C

He’s Jam Master Jay, the big beat blaster
He gets better cause he knows he has to
In ’84 he’ll be a little faster
And only practice makes a real Jam Master

We’re live as can be but we’re not singing the blues
We got to tell all y’all the good news
The good news is that there is a crew
Not 5, not 4, not 3, just 2
2 MC’s who are claiming the fame
And all other things won’t be the same
Beacause it’s about time for a brand new group
Run-D.M.C. to put you up on the scoop
We make the fly girls scream in ecstacy
We rock the freshest rhymes at a party
We put all the fellas in a daze
It’s everyone that we amaze
And we got the master of a disco scratch
There’s not a break that he can’t catch
Jam Master Jay that is his name
And all wild DJ’s he will tame
Behind the turntables is where he stands
Then there is the movement of his hands
So when asked who’s the best, y’all should say:
"Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay"

Jam Master Jay is the one in charge
It’s up to him to rock beats that are truly large
He is the master of the scratch and cut
So move your arms, so move your legs
So won’t you move your butt

We’re not talking ground, we’re not talking sky
We’re not talking low, we’re not talking high
We’re not talking big, we’re not talking small
We want all of the people on off the wall
We’re not talking night, we’re not talking day
But we’re talking bout Jam Master Jay