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Kanye West – New Slaves

[Verse 1]
My momma was raised in the era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
But they wasn’t satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see it’s broke nigga racism
That’s that "Don’t touch anything in the store"
And this rich nigga racism
That’s that "Come in, please buy more
What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things"
Used to only be niggas now everybody playing
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves

[Bridge x2]
You see it’s leaders and there’s followers
But I’d rather be a dick than a swallower

[Verse 2]
I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwing hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
Fuck you and your corporation
Y’all niggas can’t control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I’m ’bout to wild the fuck out
I’m going Bobby Boucher
I know that pussy ain’t free
You niggas pussy, ain’t me
Y’all throwing contracts at me
You know that niggas can’t read
Throw ’em some Maybach keys
Fuck it, c’est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with Ye
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with Ye
I’ll move my family out the country
So you can’t see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they’ll confuse us with some bullshit
Like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock niggas up
They tryna make new slaves
See that’s that privately owned prisons
Get your piece today
They prolly all in the Hamptons
Braggin’ ’bout what they made
Fuck you and your Hampton house
I’ll fuck your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And then I hamped him out
Y’all ’bout to turn shit up
I’m ’bout to tear shit down
I’m ’bout to air shit out
Now what the fuck they gon’ say now?

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I can’t get too high, get too high then
So long, so long, so long
Cannot find faith, [?] baby
I can’t do it
I can’t [?] another love and
I won’t believe in the rule
Think you can’t get too high, get too high
Too high again
Too high

Kanye West – I Am A God (feat. God)

[Intro: Capleton]
Blazin, mi don’t want dem
Mi need dem
Blazin
Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated
Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated

[Intro]
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

[Hook]
I am a god
Hurry up with my damn massage
Hurry up with my damn ménage
Get the Porsche out the damn garage
I am a god
Even though I’m a man of God
My whole life in the hand of God
So y’all better quit playin’ with God

[Verse 1]
Soon as they like you make ’em unlike you
Cause kissin’ people ass is so unlike you
The only rapper compared to Michael
So here’s a few hatin’-ass niggas to fight you
And here’s a few snake-ass niggas to bite you
And I don’t even wanna hear ’bout what niggas might do
Old niggas mentally still in high school
Since the tight jeans they ain’t never liked you
Pink-ass polos with a fuckin’ backpack
But everybody know you brought real rap back
Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack
Virgil, Pyrex, Don C snapback
Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin’
Monop’ in this bitch again, changed the climate
Hop in this bitch to give Saint the garment
Until the day I get struck by lightning

[Hook]
I am a god
So hurry up with my damn massage
In a French-ass restaurant
Hurry up with my damn croissants
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

[Verse 2]
I just talked to Jesus
He said, "What up, Yeezus?"
I said, "Shit I’m chillin’
Tryna stack these millions"
I know he the most high
But I am a close high
Mi casa, su casa
That’s our cosa nostra
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

[Outro: Justin Vernon]
Ain’t no way I’m givin’ up. I’m a god

Yung Lean – King Cobra Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hurt what it do?)
(Hurtboy)
Man oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we got looking after us

[Hook: Yung Lean]
Five x pills bitch, I’m fucked out my mind
Orange and purple, green pills and lines
Put the knife to your mouth like the Joker, make you smile
Frozen city, Frozen Lord, Imma change the time
All my boys some goblins, snorting blow to unwind
Pour up a four, then I’m back on my grind
Change whether I tell ya
My brother got ’em drugs here, drugs saddler

[Verse 1: Yung Lean]
God on margielas (maisons)
Blood written love letters (Leandoer)
Leandoer do it better
Like a rack got some cheddar

[Bridge: Thaiboy Digital]
Lean on the phone said Thaiboy bro its the time zone
I cross two ocean now I’m higher than high bro
Two blunts up now I can’t stop
Two white SUV riding round the club

[Hook: Yung Lean]
Five x pills bitch, I’m fucked out my mind
Orange and purple, green pills and lines
Put the knife to your mouth like the Joker, make you smile
Frozen city, Frozen Lord, Imma change the time
All my boys some goblins, snorting blow to unwind
Pour up a four, then I’m back on my grind
Change whether I tell ya
My brother got ’em drugs here, drugs saddler

[Bridge: Thaiboy Digital]
Lean on the phone said Thaiboy bro its the time zone
I cross two ocean now I’m higher than high bro
Two blunts up now I can’t stop
Two white SUV riding round the club

[Verse 2: Yung Lean]
Hundred thousand on the floor
Cocaine on the couch
Stuffed the dead king cobra in my leather pouch
Thaiboy goon with me, he rolling weed on leather couch
Scarecrow gang coming through make you say “ouch!”
Hit the top
Flip the rocks
Getting top
I can’t stop
Imma go untill it starts
Sipping Willy Wonka
We call the drop
Keep cocaine in my sock
Margiala flip flops
Wanted to fuck kate bush
On the loft, you recruit the soft

[Hook: Yung Lean]
Five x pills bitch, I’m fucked out my mind
Orange and purple, green pills and lines
Put the knife to your mouth like the Joker, make you smile
Frozen city, Frozen Lord, Imma change the time
All my boys some goblins, snorting blow to unwind
Pour up a four, then I’m back on my grind
Change whether I tell ya
My brother got ’em drugs here, drugs saddler

Curren$y – 4 Phantoms Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-oh
Somebody wanna donate a lighter to the cause?
G-Perico in the building and shit
Smoke one for my loved one

[Chorus]
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though

[Verse 1]
Still in it for the cash
Lotta niggas didn’t last
They was clowns of the class
School of hard knocks I passed
My engine beneath the glass
20 grand for the luxury tax
‘Cause I plan before I attack
Emotions had them niggas blowing they stacks
I’m in here smoking and pouring some Yak
90 inch TV I’m watching The Mack
I do my thing when it come to this rap
Underground king but do not call me that
Pimping upon the original
I hope that my legacy similar
Closing deals not singular
Show and we picking them digits up

[Chorus]
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though

[Verse 2]
I do my thing when it come to rap
I been buying more jewelery because of that
I dont have nothing to prove man
It’s just a lil stunting whats wrong with that
I tell you the play like a Quarterback
Got the Scarface crib where the water at
Gucci slides across Versace door mats
Welcome to the hustle where nobody love you
Shine after you struggle, a long time my brother
Snakes just think of ways that they can take it from ya
Thats what I discovered lazy motherfuckers
Just tryna leach game from real hustlers
Stop and teach them fools a lil something
But I gotta go I got another mil coming
Money chasing got my track shoes on
I’m running for it, yea

[Chorus]
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though

[Outro]
4 Phantoms in a row
You really seeing ghosts
Shit like a horror show
She sad like a funeral
But ain’t nobody die though
Creeping up the block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
I know you hear the horns blow
Wherever a king go
Call that a procession though
Professional

Curren$y – All For Lyrics

[Intro]
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
Tell me what’s it – what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Tell me what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Yea

[Verse 1]
Crosses get thrown
Cliques get torn apart before they even really start getting on
Small change staying in the way of big money
Smoke some with your OG learn something
Wrist froze my soul ice cold, arm yellow gold
And cashed out a couple kilos
Cut my grass low built my fence high cause I that heard snakes fly
Shut your operation down from the inside
Get tapped in the wire before you realize trapping lied
Scramming for dollar signs
You gamble with your life only could lose one time
Shit, is it all worth the risk? Gotta decide before you step into this
Because the game don’t wait
Sideways burning rubber cause a nigga paper straight
I got some money put away and got some more on the way
Shit

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

[Verse 2]
Tell you how dollars start a world war
Level 6 Benz coupe armored car
I really been mashing down the Autobon
Worldwide getting of the parmesan
Smoking in the pool with my diamonds on
Ice water what you call it though
She jumped in with nothing on
She know what she want

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

Curren$y – Game On Freeze Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mo’ paper, mo’ haters, that’s a known fact
That’s why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position cause stardom make you a target
They starving in my city
But I’m sliding in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God’s grace, no enemies made it through
Getting high behind them gates
Bout to install a fountain in the living room
I’m higher than the moon

[Chorus]
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me
I’m high beneath these palm trees
Bout to take over Wall Street
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze

[Verse 2]
New studio built, fully equipped
I’m up in here round the clock wrapping bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami’s
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I’m always low riding
Bitches like to see G’s hit switches
My life is exciting, my life is enticing
Feds building [?] and files about me
But I’m straight you know my paper got me

[Chorus]
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life

Curren$y – Mashin Lyrics

[Chorus](x2)
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

[Verse 1]
I’m jamming to Max B, we low in these leather seats
Yo’ hoe wanna be with me and she bold, she don’t care who see
Andretti OG all I smoke in my Rolls
Represent the NO, light anywhere that I go
All my jewelry stay froze, wrist cold, ice yellow gold
Cash flow too thick to fold, stacks like erry show
In the mode this year, I grab the hustle by the throat
Sleeper hold, never letting go, you don’t believe you’ll get shown
In a six grain coupe, with the brains blown
Bottom bitch on the wheel, while I stuff up another cone
You dont believe you’ll be shown
I like your bitch she will be flown in

[Chorus](x2)
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

[Verse 2]
See what I’m in it for, when I open that Bentley door
Mink on the floor, the stinkiest O, 28 grams to smoke
Bitches was lagging on me, but now they want tag along
Cause they smell the money cologne success in the air
And the aroma strong, she know what she want
She know who a don in the game
She know who a pawn and a lame
She know who a boss she know who lost
She know who running things
Walking the walk and talking that talk
She know where the G’s parked, she recognize all my cars

[Chorus](x2)
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

Chappell Roan – Sugar High lyrics

[Verse 1]
Chocolate covered lover, you’ve never been so sweet before
Open our bodies, I quietly knock on your door
I just wanna sweet talk for awhile
Whisper all the things I absolutely adore
About your smile, it’s like I’m in a candy store
Oh, I love your sugar coating words

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe it’s the way the honey drips off of your lips
Maybe it’s the taste of your caramel apple kiss

[Chorus]
And your heart is so sweet, all that sugar loving, it belongs to me
Candy man, you are mine
You know how you get me, get me sugar high
High, oh, high
High, oh, high

[Verse 2]
Your cotton candy voice melts in my mouth as you speak
Beautiful boy, your words are made of poetry
I, I could listen to you all day

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe it’s the way you laffy taffy love
Maybe it’s the way you run your hands up my back

[Chorus]
And your heart is so sweet, all that sugar loving, it belongs to me
Candy man, you are mine
You know how you get me, get me sugar high
High, oh, high
High, oh, high

[Bridge]
Maybe it’s the way you lay me down at night
Or how you turn November into hot summer July

[Chorus]
And your heart is so sweet, all that sugar loving, it belongs to me
Candy man, you are mine
You know how you get me, get me sugar high

Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – Stranger Things

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch better believe that I’ma sniper (yeah)
You know I’m ’bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin’ like bitches, it done started up a epidemic
It don’t make a difference, nigga, we winnin’, I’m plenty grinnin’
A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain’t gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I’m dope, bitch, comin’ like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don’t like when I lose (I don’t), if I don’t buy her them shoes, I don’t like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to it, think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]
While I’m drivin’, I’m moonwalking in the sky
With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick
You duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar
When the music, guess I’m alive and I use it
Get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth is
I’m fuckin’ tired of these losers
And all my life want the food
When it’s summertime and the juice
But I’d rather die than to lose
It’s a matter of time ‘fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up
Try to take me apart, they ain’t never wanna (celebrate)
Like you have a label, call the doctor
Heard the chopper make ’em do the macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy
Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers
Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I’ma (celebrate)
On the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I’m hotter than a fuckin’ sauna
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas don’t do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch, I’m the professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make ’em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her ’round to Applebee’s (Applebee’s)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin’, why you mumblin’?
Watch you utter, stop stutterin’, what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green ‘rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for actin’ up
Now I’m wakin’ up in cabanas ’cause she bad as fuck
And all gorillas don’t want bananas ‘less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain’t no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I’m takin’ a knee for my side, could give a fuck ’bout they owners
Nigga, look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin’ record, that’s a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And every motherfuckin’ snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can’t even afford it
Seventy-five mil’, look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can’t keep their feet down (elevate)
You don’t really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit, talkin’ put the seat down
Joyner, I don’t really feel these niggas
Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I’m finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
I’ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I’m the shit, you could smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin’ like a pig, you fuckin’ filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I’m guilty
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
They must have forgot that I’m pyscho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin’ block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be sure
I’m the realest nigga, that I know
And I’m so bored, I might switch cars
Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I’m Irak (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business
I’m so sick of niggas tellin’ me how I’ve been livin’ my life
Sick of rubbin’ shoulders, now I’m runnin’ over every motherfucker who ain’t wanna get in my ride
I was watchin’, you was shoppin’
Ain’t never had the shit in my side
Now I’m poppin’, I’m poppin’, and your bitch keep hittin’ my line
It’s complicated, fuckin’ up with my main bitch
Givin’ it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin’ my face in it, never wastin’ it
I’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And then I’ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
But I give a Uzi, it’s a doozie, make a movie if you’re actin’, so (celebrate)

Waka Flocka Flame – Trap My Ass Off

[Intro]
Boy Brick Squad
This shit the mob, nigga
Cook! Bow bow
Louney G on the track
You know!

[Pre-Chorus]
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)

[Chorus]
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you know
When the junkie hit the rock, glass jaw
Migo called my phone, said I need a fuckin’ mental [?], yeah, yeah
I’ll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah
Trap spot got plenty guns
Sold a hundred pounds, that’s a home run
Bust his head for a dirty bird
Charge him 37 for a whole one
Switch his spot, 6 month run
My flag bleedin’ like a nose run
‘Bout to crank up a new trap spot
[?] lil’ rock ’cause that [?]
And if a nigga play with my money
Then my young niggas on his ass, duck huntin’
Bringin’ quarters back like Andrew Luck
Gotta charge extra if we cook it up
Strippin’ bitches countin’ money naked
That Lamb’ truck, bitch, I gotta have it
Flex! Flex!

[Pre-Chorus]
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)

[Chorus]
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off

[Verse 2]
Say it twice Clayco
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
You got that lean with the karo
Make that ho leave with a bankroll
I’ll put the beam on the k hole
I trap my ass off like Stoney and Hundo
Get off that work like I’m down in Diego
Clayco Clayco, Flocka connected like Lego
Hit up my migo, no Quavo
They send a mill if I say so
Play with the work, gon’ be fatal
Hole in your head like a bagel
Residue all on the table
Tourin’ and trappin’, trappin’ and tourin’
Trap house bring in what you pay for that foreign
Made junkies jump from the free throw like Jordan
Watch what you say ’cause you know they recordin’
These roosters I’m servin’ don’t chirp in the mornin’
Get rid of these babies like we do abortions
I just bought a morgue, I put bricks in the coffin
That’s on my flag, nigga
Flocka!

[Pre-Chorus]
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)

[Chorus]
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off

[Outro]
Say it twice [?]
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
I’ll put the beam on the k hole
Flockaveli 2

Mistah F.A.B. – Stand Outside

[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Nigga told me it was cheaper to be myself, ya heard?
Then that same nigga told me it wasn’t always cool to be me
What the fuck?
Always tellin’ me that I was good for nothin’
I was never good or nothin’

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Hood niggas (all I know)
Good pretenders
All I know how to be’s a ridah

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
90 knocks in and out the spot for cream
90 shots hangin’ off the big machine
See my sister cryin’ they took her love away
All my niggas how we sellin’ drugs for pay
I just [?] they wanna murder me
So I gotta keep a cannon every day
Whole family [?] we gotta find a way
Stomach full of lean because we lost our way
Make a [?] never [?]
[?]
I lose every girl ’cause I sleep with my rifle
Now I tell the world this

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Hood niggas (all I know)
Good pretenders
All I know how to be’s a ridah

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Damn, I can’t believe they killed my nigga Jack
Had a dream the other night that I brought my brodie back
We was gettin’ [?], smokin’ out a Back, sippin’ Act
‘Cause that’s how we use to do it, me and J and the Mac
Shit fuck with my mind and realize that he gone
Got me relapsin’ back to back, blowin’ out of the zone
I put that on my soul, never erase your number from my phone
Thug tears for thug angels, callin’ heaven their home
A lot of suckas gettin’ credit, but they fake and they fraudulent
‘Cause they ain’t shit without possessions, puttin’ on shows for their audience
My brotha Jack taught me a lesson, that we don’t care how hard he is
And that them niggas bleed too, regardless of who he thought he is
See, I was raised on the curbside
By pitchin’ flippers, lettin’ birds fly
And whoever kill the Jack, I sear to God I hope that nerd die
See a vision with my third eye, got my mind on murder
Mama didn’t raise a bitch, bein’ a coward was a nada

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Hood niggas (all I know)
Good pretenders
All I know how to be’s a ridah

Kylie Minogue – Dancing (On Ant & Dec’s Saturday Night Takeaway) (Live)

[Verse 1]
No one wants to stay at home
Nobody wants to be alone
When you come knocking, I’ll be at your door
I don’t ever wanna stop
I’m gonna give it all I’ve got
And when they ask me, “who could ask for more?”

[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t stand still
I won’t slow down

[Chorus]
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
I wanna go out dancing

[Post-Chorus]
I wanna go out
I wanna go out, dancing

[Verse 2]
This is where I wanna be with you
Your arms wrapped around me
And fireworks reflecting in your eyes
This is how I wanna feel
The wild kiss, the music reeling
Getting down, riding all the highs

[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t stand still
I won’t slow down

[Chorus]
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
I wanna go out dancing

[Post-Chorus]
I wanna go out
I wanna go out, dancing

[Bridge]
Everybody’s got a story
Let it be your blaze of glory
Burning bright, never fade away
And when the final curtain falls, we could say we did it all
The never ending of a perfect day

[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t stand still
(Can’t stand still)
I won’t slow down
(Won’t slow down)

[Chorus]
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
I wanna go out dancing

[Post-Chorus]
I wanna go out
I wanna go out
(I wanna go out dancing)
I wanna go out
I wanna go out
(I wanna go out dancing)

TECH N9NE COLLABOS – Cold Piece Of Work (feat. Jay Trilogy, JL, Joey Cool & Tech N9Ne)

[Intro:]
Strange Reign 2017…

[Pre-hook: JL]
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
Or my music like a perc
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Verse 1: JL]
That’s dope nigga what you call a buzz when you caught a bus
I make you feel like you was on all the drugs
All the drugs, drugs, I got all the plugs
A-A-All this was to satisfy the customers
It’ll hit you different depending on what we pay you
Pop it then the check the purity side effects of it fatal
Now you know that when you blow niggas wanna know what they pay you
(Fo sho’) N-N-Noses in my bidness like a yayo!
Flippin’ like it’s crack and can’t relax it’s like we drug dealers
Or sit in [?], I’m servin’ sinking this and sink with nerves
Cook ’em like it’s smack is what they slappin’ when they get the urge
Keep ’em coming back we push these packages to listeners
Word

[Pre-hook: JL]
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
Or my music like a perc
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Hook: JL]
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
T9X is what they sniffin’ when Tech Nina get to spittin’
My position is give ’em a hell of an addiction
On these scripts and they be itchin’
For the good dope that I be dishin’ out for the listenin’
That’s why I’m constantly cookin’ off in the kitchen
Nigga I’m Mr. Molly, when Nina shit hits her body
It takes her and gets her naughty
Fella mixed it with liquor prolly
She’ll love you and lick your lolly
Taking me is her hobby
She flipping through my discography, nigga
Then she swallow me, nigga
Buss serves on them bitches steady searchin’ for the sickness
If you want it Nina’s on it with the quickness
Shit is real not ficticious all the wishes for the bomb
You can get it from the Don P, I daze you like a whippit
Nigga I’m addictive

[Pre-hook: JL]
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
Or my music like a perc
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Hook: JL]
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope!

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
I’ma let two of my young gunners work this motherfucker
Jay Trilogy and Joey Cool
Go!

[Verse 3: Jay Trilogy]
Okay I’ve been taking my time since 8th grade
You niggas been having it easy for the past 6 years
Don’t believe me motherfucker? Wait ’till I release my CD
I’m a Cold Piece of Work
They tryna find a cure for me but I’m pure disease
I’m infecting the industry first, ain’t nobody safe from me
Bitch I’m great
I’m not the plug but I got that work bitch, don’t try to test me
I got verses that could put everybody in a hearse so I feel I deserve it
I’m only 19 but be warned
My flow so dope a motherfucking fiend would avoid
Heard about this shit on the street giving niggas instant OD’s
Oh lord
So you just caught a glimpse and you low-key high as a bitch
Don’t trip, I’ma try to fix this shit
If I go too hard, you might just flip your shit
So take a few deep breaths while I inject infectious rhythm in your system
Have you bouncing through the roof, catch a groove if you with it
Aye
Asking me if I think I’m the goat
Okay I admit it, I see the future and that’s all that is in it
I put in the work, so I know I’ma get it
You digging a ditch for yourself if you step to the kid, give a fuck about wealth
Give a fuck about numbers, a fuck about y’all, I will eat you alive and that’s straight from the heart
And a rock in a hard place, help me get it ever?
Broke as a bitch and I need that cheddar
Mozzarella and the provolone et-cetera
I don’t really know which one is better of the three
And I don’t give a fuck just hand it over
I ain’t ever going back to my day job
When I quit, man, I quit for a lifetime
Called my old managers over tell him, "Man I told ya"
I’m worth more than gold and I know that shit
Tryna put me on a payroll, hold my dick
I’m doing what most of the world fears everyday
That’s a Cold Piece of Work, better fix your face when you’re mentioning Jay

[Verse 4: Joey Cool]
If you ain’t ever heard of Coolie, you bout to get the connection
I’m narcotic, pharmaceutical, potent anti-depresent
I alleviate what antidotes heal and aging what’s stressing
I’m like Lucy in the sky with the diamonds my effervescence is infectious
Most definitely, deathly defiant
I’m a motherfucking giant, a tyrant, a modern pirate
I might throw a fucking party next Friday, you’re all invited
Mr. Molly said he might be attending, bitch get excited!
Lace boots with the rhyme skills
I don’t even need the lights on
So Dope that I’m like pills
Burna cut the fucking mic on
Coolie Baby, I been rocking with the nigga, hella tatted with the ice on
Gold teeth with the gold chains, Own Thang, got the hood, I’m home
Put the swank on a nigga real quick, you are at the bottom of the sea-saw
Bank on a nigga being mine, goin’ back and forth like it’s ping-pong
Stay with me get you realigned, this’ll be divine, it’s a theme song
Godzilla be up on the punishment and I might slap the shit up out of King Kong
See the team strong, I been chopping and talking with Nina, he told me I’m ready
Aim at the target, the scope on the lock on this bitch and I’m holding it steady
Taking precaution, I’m deadly
Bumping that good Everready
Shit is so down, it’s steady
Fuck it, I’m Joey Andretti

[Pre-hook: JL]
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
Or my music like a perc
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Hook: JL]
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

Lil Yachty – Most Wanted

[Intro]
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Ah, ahhh, ah
Lil Boat

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 1]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest
Like skrrt in a drop top (skrrt)
Damn, baby girl look so fine in that crop top (fine)
Why my name always in your mouth just like Pop Rocks? (yeah)
I don’t understand (no)
Take a pint on the jet, yeah that’s contraband (oh)
Diamonds keep me cooler than a ceilin’ fan (oh)
All this drink gon’ turn a nigga to the Michelin Man (no)
I gotta slow down, yeah
Fuck that shit, I’m pourin’ up now (yeah)
And my new choppa hold a hundred rounds (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
I’m so happy, I can’t remember the last time I had to fake a smile, yeah

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 2]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (yeah)
I got 2, 3 cell phones (yeah), ring, ring
Pick it up, "Who is it?" It’s your main ho (brrt)
Your main ho, my gang ho
The same ho, she switched clothes
‘Cause I fucked her in a Range Rove (fuck, fuck)
Fired up (ooh), lay it up (ooh)
I can’t do (no), I can’t choose (no)
I’m gettin’ money, I’m gettin’ all the blues (yeah)
Lil Boat
Said I’m back and I’m better (yeah)
Know I look good ’cause my bitch pussy wetter (yeah)
Treat the stock of my Uzi as light as a feather
And the beam got me shootin’ like Kareem

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Outro]
From the East to the West (to the West)
All my fans the best (they are), all my bitches the baddest, like (yeah)
From the East (yeah)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (Lil Boat)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest, like…

Luigi 21 Plus – No Sabe Mentir (feat. J Alvarez)

Su novio la cela
También le pelea
Ella esta confusa
Pero es que…
Ella me dijo

Que no puede tener na’ conmigo,
oh ohh… Dice que su novio la puede descubrir
Porque ella no sabe mentir
Ella me dijo
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo…
oh ohh…
Dice que su novio la puede descubrir
Porque ella no sabe mentir
Hey Dice que tiene novio, pero me sigue hablando (Aja)

Le ofrezco un trago, y me sigue hablando
Le ofrezco marihuana, y se me queda mirando (Que paso)
Se ríe, y me sigue contando
Que quiere mucho a su novio, y a mí que
Prendí el phillie y el tema se lo cambie
Y le pregunte (Oye)
De que perfume era ese
Y le pregunte
Que cual cirujano era ese
Me dijo (What)
Que se operó en RD (Okay)
Me dijo Que siempre quiso ser doble D
Y que el culo no se lo ha hecho
Que es natural
Yo le dije no te lo hagas baby se ve brutal
Ella me dijo
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo,
oh ohh…
Dice que su novio la puede descubrir
Porque ella no sabe mentir
Ella me dijo
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo… oh ohh…
(Oye)
Dice que su novio la puede descubrir (Aja)
Porque ella no sabe mentir
Trato de besarla, pero no se deja (Hey)
Me dice que no, pero no se aleja
Me dice que tal vez, que si soltera fuera
La cosa totalmente diferente fuera (Woo)
Otro trago, y más coqueteo
Se acomoda el brasier, y se arregla el pelo
(Wow)
Y vuelve a mencionar a su novio (No)
No lo conozco y ya le estoy cogiendo odio (Oye)
Yo sé que ella quiere pero no se atreve
Tiene miedo que su novio se entere
Tranquila mai el no se va enterar
Si después que te lo meta, yo no te vuelvo hablar
Su novio la cela
También le pelea
Ella esta confusa
Pero es que…
Ella me dijo
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo, oh ohh…
Dice que su novio la puede descubrir
Porque ella no sabe mentir
Ella me dijo
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo… oh ohh…
Dice que su novio la puede descubrir
Porque ella no sabe mentir

Ey yo
Luigi 21 Plus
El Bokisucio
Jaja…
Los inmortales mami
Luigi 21 Plus
Yeah
J Alvarez El Dueño Del Sistema
Fran Fusion
Ey Montana The Producer baby
On Top Of The World
El del lo nuevo del mundo baby
Aja Ey Aja
La Fama Que Camina
Tu sabe’
Let’s go

Milena Plavsic – Casu Mi Tugom Nalijte (Live)

Vece je tiho, ceka te postavljen sto
staro vino, uvek si volio to
a tebe nema da vidim osmeh tvoj
lagano pada sva moja nada
ti vise nisi moj

[Ref.]
Casom mi tugom nalijte
duso mi bolom opijte
od ove noci nek znaju svi
da nema nema vise ljubavi

Ponoc je stigla nisi jos dosao ti
ja sam jos budna drugi su zaspali svi
a tebe nema na prozor otvoren stoj
i vidi zvezda pade iz gnjezda
ti vise nisi moj

[Ref.]
Casom mi tugom nalijte
duso mi bolom opijte
od ove noci nek znaju svi
da nema nema vise ljubavi

Budi se jutro al mi ne dolazi san
tebe jos nema novi je stigao dan
ja sam jos sama dok jutro donosi sjaj
a srce cuti kao da sluti
mozda je dosao kraj

[Ref.]
Casom mi tugom nalijte
duso mi bolom opijte
od ove noci nek znaju svi
da nema nema vise ljubavi

Crni i Djani – Sve Su Zene Iste

Ne ide mi ništa
u poslednje vrijeme
propao sam druže
zbog te lepe žene

Patio sam i ja
zbog žena i pio
konobaru daj još jednu
živ nam bio

[Refren]
Sve su žene iste prijatelju stari
svaka voli muško srce
kada krvari

Sve su žene iste
i loše i dobre
uzele bi dušu nama
kad bi mogle

Sve su žene iste
i loše i dobre
uzele bi dušu nama
kad bi mogle

Dušu sam joj dao
ona meni suze
sudbine smo iste
ostavljeni druže

Voleo sam i ja
u srcu je krio
konobaru daj nam duplo
živ nam bio

[Refren] x2
Sve su žene iste prijatelju stari
svaka voli muško srce
kada krvari

Sve su žene iste
i loše i dobre
uzele bi dušu nama
kad bi mogle

Sve su žene iste
i loše i dobre
uzele bi dušu nama
kad bi mogle

HAIM – Oh Well (At T In The Park) (Live)

I can’t help about the shape I’m in
I can’t sing, I ain’t pretty and my legs are thin
But don’t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh well

Now, when I talked to God I knew he’d understand
He said, "Stick by my side and I’ll be your guiding hand
But don’t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to"

Oh well

LeAnn Rimes – How Do I Live

How do I get through one night without you?
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be?

Oh, I, I need you in my arms, need you to hold
You’re my world, my heart, my soul and if you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything good in my life
And tell me now

How do I live without you? I want to know
How do I breathe without you if you ever go?
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?

Without you there’d be no sun in my sky
There would be no love in my life
There’d be no world left for me

And I, baby, I don’t know what I would do
I’d be lost if I lost you, if you ever leave
Baby, you would take away everything real in my life
And tell me now

How do I live without you? I want to know
How do I breathe without you if you ever go?
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?

Please, tell me, baby
How do I go on if you ever leave?
Baby, you would take away everything, I need you with me
Baby, don’t you know that you’re everything good in my life?
And tell me now

How do I live without you? I want to know
How do I breathe without you if you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?

How do I live without you?
How do I live without you, baby?
How do I live?

Ricky Martin – Shake Your Bon-Bon

I’m a desperado underneath your window.
I see your silhouette.
Are you my Juliet?
I feel a mad connection with your body.
Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.

I wanna be your lover, your only latin lover.
We’ll go around the world in a day.
Don’t say no, no.
Shake it my way, oh shake your bon-bon,
shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.

[CHORUS:]
Hola Amiga, hola Amiga.
You’re my temple of desire.
We’ll go around the world in a day.
Don’t say no, no.
Shake it my way, oh shake your bon-bon,
shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.

You’re a Mata Hari.
I wanna know your story.
In the Sahara sun I wanna be the one that’s gonna come and take you,
make you shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.
Up in the Himalayas, c’mon I wanna lay ya.
We’ll go around the world in a day.
Don’t say no, no.
Shake it my way, oh shake your bon-bon,
shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.

[CHORUS:]
Hola Amiga, hola Amiga.
You’re my temple of desire.
We’ll go around the world in a day.
Don’t say no, no.
Shake it my way, oh shake your bon-bon,
shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.

Richard Marx – Now & Forever

Whenever I’m weary
From the battles that rage in my head
You make sense of madness
When my sanity hangs by a thread
I lose my way but still you seem to understand
Now and forever, I will be your man

Sometimes I just hold you
Too caught up in me to see
I’m holding a fortune
That heaven has given to me
I’ll try to show you each and every way I can
Now and forever, I will be your man

Now I can rest my worries and always be sure
That I won’t be alone anymore
If I’d only known you were there all the time
All this time

Until the day the ocean doesn’t touch the sand
Now and forever, I will be your man
Now and forever, I will be your man

Jewel – Foolish Games

You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You’re always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You’re always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and…

[Chorus]
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You’re breaking my heart.
You’re always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you’d speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.

You’d teach me of honest things
Things that were daring, things that were clean
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the line I must’ve gone off track with you

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Well, excuse me, guess I’ve mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.

[Chorus]
You took your coat off,
Stood in the rain,
You’re always crazy like that.

Habibi – Gypsy Love

[Indie rock music]

See her far away, she won’t notice me
She’s not long back here, she’s sipping card with me
When the light shine bright, she’s like the other sea
I see her almond shape when she looks at me

She’s my love, my Eastern love
She’s my love, sweet Gypsy love

She has a thousand names she don’t answer to
If she wants to speak, then she slip to you
And you realize at ;east above her shoe
It keeps her far from harm while she’s journing through

She’s my love, my Eastern love
She’s my love, sweet Gypsy love

When she walks the street, she brings the desert heat
and when she falls asleep, she [??] on silent sheets
And the way she moves is on a different game
I want her next to me, but she’s out of reach

She’s my love, my Eastern love
She’s my love, sweet Gypsy love

[Instrumental break]

She’s my love, my Eastern love
She’s my love, sweet Gypsy love

Young Galaxy – Catch Your Breath

[Electro-pop music]

Stare through the break in the trees
and we step down int he frequency
Catch your breath and transgress
we’ll make more here with less.

Press me into in the cracks in the grass
Hear hum in the trees
We came down through the valley
To catch up with the sea

[Instrumental/ vocal break]

Holding on to when you catch your breath.
Holding on to when you catch your breath.

Let’s roll the tie
Let’s love be there and strive
Feel ourselves increasingly wide
Carry the meaning inside
Catch your breath and transgress
we’ll make more here with less.

Hold my tongue to a song
Let go of what was once dear as wrong

[Instrumental/ vocal break]

Holding on to when you catch your breath.
Holding on to when you catch your breath.

Jessica Andersson – Party voice

I’ll get up in the morning,
I’ll do my hair and I’ll put my make-up on
Four girls trying to move on,
trying to walk away from all that’s done

Monday was a battle like no other day
He turned and walked away
and now I’m the greatest cliche

I’m going freak on a weekend
I’m gonna dance like a mother
You’ll hear my party voice
I’m gonna be a freak for a weekend
and then I’ll move like no other
You’ll hear my party voice
Wrong turn was a twist to [??]
If I’ll stop I might [??]
I’m going freak on a weekend
I’m gonna dance like a mother
You’ll hear my party voice

Curren$y – Billy Ocean Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
You can act like you don’t know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I’d rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear up the interstate where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed out the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Bridge: Curren$y]
Yeah
Act like you don’t know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High up as I float on
They gon’ have to call the fuckin’ coast guard
Shit

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I’m not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it

Nas – Gangsta Rap (Remix) Lyrics

[Hook: Nas (Curtis Mayfield)]
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it

[Verse 1: Nas]
Ugh, felonious, Thelonious Monk melodic
Monster Cody OG, hard as the Ramparts police
Warring like the Answars and Sunni
I never pull my pants up, sagging my Gucci, and what?
I give a fuck who you bidded with, or where you cop coke
The bitch you with or the reason you not broke (“Rappers!”)
I don’t count your money, don’t want none of your smoke
I don’t feel your pain, I ain’t none of your folk
(“Niggas!”)It’s easy to put a gun in your throat
But I ain’t on that, trying to sip Coladas where it’s warm at
Cognac, crushed ice, y’all know how it is
Elijah said a women half your age plus seven years
Is a plus way to live, this is for the blunted
For the niggas who keep it one hundred
Who hunted by DAs and judges (“Green Lantern!”)
This is for the drunkards, stuck in the ghetto, for winos
And old ladies with high sugar levels
Who am I? I’m here to murder the devil
I survive through the struggle and perils, I’m thorough (“Nas!”)
Who am I? I’m here to murder the devil
I survive through the struggle and perils, I’m thorough

[Hook: Nas (Curtis Mayfield)]
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it

[Outro: MC Ren Sample]
“Why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me?
Because police always wanna harass me!”

[Interlude: Sample Collage]
“This is once again proof that no routine police stop is actually routine. We saw that last week, of course, in Brooklyn, with the tragedy over there, and then again last night, another police shooting.”

“Here’s what they think about you!”

“I hate motherfuckers like you. You niggas ain’t shit! Think you tough, huh? I could blow your head off with the Smith and Wesson and you couldn’t do shit! How you feel now?”

Nas – Be a Nigger Too (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn your radios up
The real niggas are back on the radio

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh, no slackin’, no beggin’, no askin’, no fastin’
No disrespect to Islam, no Imam or Pastor
No answers to questions the media’s askin’
Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists?
They love it; puttin old niggas verse the youngest
Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas
There’s verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas
Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas
Not mad cause Eminem said nigga, cause he my nigga
Wigga, cracker, friend, we all black within, okay?
We all African, okay, some Africans don’t like us, no way!
A killng happened in Johannesbur yesterday
Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked
Some say N-double A-C-P, keep us sidetracked
But I don’t buy that, I buy Aston Martins
Faster cars than NAS-a-CARs and, sparkin while ridin
Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I’m rich
With this N-word jargon I’m just starting, bitch!

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)

[Verse 2: Nas]
Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet
Uzi on the nightstand, I’m the man you go to war with
Not the man you go to war against, patience, I’ll get you
If that means I can’t sleep a whole year, I’mma get you
I’m official, not a-tisket or a-tasket
I’ll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet
They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed
Don’t forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up
I flow tighter as Tootie’s braces, who he hatin us?
I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust
Cause y’all some tellers, opposite of bankers
I’m the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters
Clique still movin’ like Freemasons, so if I’m on the flow
From the law, there’s lodges all across the nation
Nas is bred for the plan
To hold the Grand Dragon’s head in my hand
Come and get me, here I am

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)

Jay Critch – What You like Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Hey
Lil’ bitch wanna
Every night
That’s alright
Got a
On the ice
TheLabCook
Hey (yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Lotta jewelry on me, diamonds on me dance, see the light
Fuck the jury, free my niggas out the jam, only right (out the jam)
Got a toolie on me, heard they tryna plan on the ice
But I got tango with me now, I bet your man’s thinkin’ twice (grraow)
My new bitch lookin’ like Kim, though (Kim, though)
Diamonds they hittin’ like Kimbo (like Kimbo)
Pull up in the Saint Laurent shit (hey)
These niggas be talkin’, ain’t on shit (yeah)
These niggas be talkin’, they startin’ shit (no)
Got ice my neck like four degrees (like four degrees)
I got water my neck like Palm Springs (like Palm Springs)
I got all of the money, she notice me (she notice me, yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
New freezer on my wrist, I bet she notice me (what)
That bitch actin’ too bougie but eat Applebee’s (stupid bitch)
Four rings, that’s a new crib (whoo)
Break a bitch like a twig (huh)
Yeah, I’ll smoke you like a cig (yuh)
BK to the bridge (yuh, yeah)
Pussy too good, make a boo (boo)
I got a Masi, a coupe (skrr)
Smokin’ strong like I’m Snoop (huh)
Eatin’ chicken noodle soup (yuh)
My bitch she wanted a Beamer (a Beamer)
You can’t ball from the bleachers (what)
Two seater with a eater (two sweater)
Jay Critch with the skeezers (whoo)
I need my money right now (right now)
Don’t want wanna fuck, get the mouth (ugh)
Gucci, lean, that’s a house (Gucci)
Too much money, can’t count (can’t count)
I had to shout out to Yeezy (Yeezy)
Fuckin’ your bitch in some Yeezys (what)
Too much money for a feature (huh)
Bitch too foreign, I don’t need her (bitch)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Outro]
Black Steve Jobs

GayHipHop – God’s Cockk Lyrics

Yeah they pissing they pissing
They nutting they nutting
They pissing on me
Yeah
Penis on my booty left a nut on my sheets
Fucking with no lube is like a struggle for me
Dont pull up with 60 men to clap on my cheeks
You know how i like when you suck it to sleep
Sitting on his dick and then he kiss me
Yes i like the semen that you left on my sheets
Hope i get that penis in my butt cheeks
Yeah
Im gone ride the penis till i shit on that d
Cum jam cum jam
I suck dick yeah i deep throat yeah
Eat that dick up like some toast
Stuck that penis in my hole
Might suck up a cop yeah wait
I go hard on birdmans d yeah wait
I make sure that nigga skeet
And still
Gay things its a lot of straight things that they
Pissing they nutting they licking they wishing they wishing on me
Gay things its alot of straight things that they
Wishing they pissing they nutting they licking they nutting on me
I say are you straight
He told me only partly
I fuck him on his bed
Then he fuck me till i farted
50 nuts i even got it squirted on me
Shooting cum the nut dripping off my body
And he fuck me
Turn the straight nigga into a gay freak dawg
Three fucking cocks sitting on me
Imagine if i never let the hole bleed
Cum jam cum jam
I can’t fuck me on my own woah
Eat that booty like some roast yeah roast
I been raping booty holes ay holes
Might suck up a cop yeah wait
I go hard on birdmans d yeah wait
I make sure that nigga skeet
And still
Gay things its a lot of straight things that they
Pissing they nutting they licking they wishing they wishing on me
Gay things its alot of straight things that they
Wishing they pissing they nutting they licking they nutting on me