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Enima – Outro (Eclipse Album)

[Intro]
Woahhh, yeah yeah
Woahhh, yeah yeah
Woahhh, yeah yeah
Eh

[Refrain]
C’est dangeureux
C’est dangeureux
C’est dangeureux, pussyboy, c’est dangeureux
On a du feu
On est plus que deux
On est violent, bitch, on s’reverra chez Dieu
Yeah, yeah
Pussyboy peut seulement faire du bla bla
Pussyboy peut seulement faire du bla bla
Pussyboy peut seulement faire du bla bla bla
Pussyboy peut seulement faire du bla bla

[Couplet]
C’est dangeureux
357 comme un (?) dans un lieu ténèbreux
Ténèbreux
On est très nombreux
On va faire tes enfants grandir malheureux
Pussyboy peut seulement faire du bla bla bla bla bla
Le clip est remplis d’bébés qui font la-la-la-la-la
Et si les feds demande, j’étais pas la-la-la-la-la
J’lui mets mon calimero en haut d’la Favela-la-la-la
Pussyboy, c’est dangeureux, yeah
Font qu’on paye en E, yeah
Les flaps dans mes poches comme si qu’j’étais en 2002, yeah
Trap house toute la semaine comme si qu’j’ai jamais connu mieux
Moon rocks dans mon blunt, j’suis tellement high que j’touche les sieux
Pussyboy, c’est dangeureux, yeah

[Refrain]
C’est dangeureux
C’est dangeureux
C’est dangeureux, pussyboy, c’est dangeureux
On a du feu
On est plus que deux
On est violent, bitch, on s’reverra chez Dieu
Yeah, yeah
Pussyboy peut seulement faire du bla bla
Pussyboy peut seulement faire du bla bla
Pussyboy peut seulement faire du bla bla bla
Pussyboy peut seulement faire du bla bla

Bone dry – Tristam lyrics

Lyrics Tristam – Bone dry

We used to think our words were gold
That our binded hearts could withstand cold
We were catching diamonds in the rain
Letting precious water through the drain.(bone dry)

Stars were dancing
In their light
A past that we could never write
Oh, they were dancing
Way up high
We built these walls so we could find
Who could prove themselves to the waves of time
We’re trying to repent before your sin
‘Cause why give it up before you begin.

Stars were dancing
In their light
A past that we could never write
Oh, they were dancing
Way up high
Stars were dancing
In their light
A future a we will never write
The dirt on our feet was bone dry, it was bone dry.

Thought another gold was all we needed
Taking second chances
‘Till we bleed versuri-lyirics.info
And when all the love had been depleted
We had but no choice to concede.

As the stars were dancing
In their light
A past that we could never write
Oh, they were dancing
Way up high
Stars were dancing
In their light
A future a we will never write
The dirt on our feet was bone dry, it was bone dryyy.
Tristam lyrics
Video dry

Fiji – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Fiji

Ay, pass me the water
Pass me the percs
Ay, Pass me the xans
Where the Fiji at?

I pour Fiji on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
Fiiiji! (What?)
Fijiii! Fijiii! (Whaaat?)
Fijiii! Fijiii! (Whaaat? Water)

I got Fijiii on my neck, I got Gucci on my chest
And my grandma sippin’ Tech
Off a Xan like Ron Artes
Slice your auntie in the neck
Versuri-lyrics.info
Lil Pump I’m disrespect
Run up on you with that 40, grab your grandma by her neck.

I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
Fijiii! (What?)
Fijiii! Fijiii! (What?)
Fijiii! Fijiii! (What? Waterrr).
Lil Pump lyrics
Video Lil Pump

Blue Cheese – 2 Chainz feat. Migos lyrics

Lyrics 2 Chainz – Blue Cheese

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, b*tch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head versuri-lyrics.info
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your b*tch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up uhh!

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? s**t colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad b*tches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high.

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

I’m havin blue cheese
And I’ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
f*cking on b*tches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick homie wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flexin my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Huracan, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl code
Had to bring out that bag.

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites.

Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got thereee.
2 Chainz lyrics
Video cheese

Loud pack – Tory Lanez feat. Dave East lyrics

Lyrics Tory Lanez – Loud pack

Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Baby where you been?
Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like a loud pack
Party with your friends
Bring ’em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got a loud pack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon’ get it lit just like the loud pack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with a stick
Pull up, light the motherf*cking loud pack.

I got two b*tches and they f*cking, uh yeah
Soon as you see me, you know what I’m on, yeah
New Lamborghini to .. the fun, oh yeah
The loud pack
Dipping in the ‘gatti, baby
You still got the body, baby
You still riding shotty with the loud pack
And it ain’t a thing to her
I can pull your main b*tch and all I do is sing to her
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-oh)
Lil T the one to tease me, want the whole thing
Still whipping and the digits long as lo mein
Whipping on the side on ’em.

Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Baby where you been?
Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like a loud paaack
Party with your friends
Bring ’em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got a loud paaack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon’ get it lit just like the loud paaack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with a stick
Pull up, light the motherf*cking loud paaack.

We go to Cali smoking Cali, this s**t loud
Backwood on fire, so got my eyes low, blow this pound
First class, I don’t do no more coach
When I was broke I still had smoke
That blunt not done, I hit that roach
Got two b*tches and they smoking out
We don’t know no drought
I can show you what this dough about
I woke up on a cloud, take off
My diamonds offset
Got her number, ain’t called yet
Lambo, the trunk in front of it, pulling up, I ain’t parked yet
On Collins couple Haitians close
Honestly we take jewelry better than we can take a joke
Got head off a eighth of dope versuri-lyrics.info
Came back to the crib, Back to the face I ain’t passing it
Before I used to package it
Lll the smoke and I mastered it, loud.

Keep you on my side like the loud paaack
Baby where you been?
Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like a loud paaack
Party with your friends
Bring ’em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got a loud paaack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon’ get it lit just like the loud paaack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with a stick
Pull up, light the motherf*cking loud packkk.
Tory Lanez lyrics
Video pack

ARMIN VAN BUUREN – Sunny Days lyrics

You woke up in the morning
With the sunrise in your eyes
But all that she’s seeing is darkness
She won’t tell you why

No more butterflies ’cause they don’t never last
Stolen from the light by demons of the past
It’s always raining
But she keeps on praying

Oh, sunny days
Lift me when I’m down
Oh, sunny days
Break you through the clouds
Oh, sunny days

Oh, oh, ooh
She keeps on praying
Oh, oh, ooh
She keeps on praying
Oh, oh, ooh
She keeps on praying

All she needs is shelter
Shelter for the night

And this one could be heaven
But she’s looking down the line

No more butterflies ’cause they don’t never last
Stolen from the light by demons of the past
It’s always raining
She keeps on praying

Oh, sunny days
Lift me when I’m down
Oh, sunny days
Break you through the clouds
Oh, sunny days

Oh, oh, ooh
She keeps on praying
Oh, oh, ooh
She keeps on praying
Oh, oh, ooh
She keeps on praying

Sunny days
Lift me when I’m down
Oh, sunny days

Ray J & Chris Brown – Come Back Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ray J]
Girl, you should stay in tonight (oh, woah)
We don’t gotta go out
‘Cause I got something planned special, for you
But baby, you could keep your heels on and that lingerie
I’m loving your panties, in my bed, keep it romantic (mm, oh)
And girl, I know the sheets is all white
We can fuck ’em up, girl, it’s all right

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Let’s disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don’t mind leaving your girlfriends, no?
We don’t need nobody watching us, yeah
‘Cause baby, that’s when we making love
I want for you to scream, when you’re about to climax (ooh)
When I’m kissing you, holding you and fucking you on the floor (ooh)
And when I’m inside, I’m gonna give it to you more (when I’m inside)
So you gon’ comeback

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Oh, babe, your body, your body, your body (damn)
Oh, give it all to me, I don’t wanna share
Making you scream, when I’m pulling your hair
Neighbors bangin’ on the walls
And baby, we’re louder than the music
We goin’ faster and faster
It can’t get no better, lovin’ is right here
So let’s go

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Let’s disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don’t mind leaving your girlfriends, no?
We don’t need nobody watching us, yeah
‘Cause that’s when, that’s when we making love (making love)
I want for you to scream, when you’re about to climax (when you climax, ooh)
When I’m kissing you, holding you and fucking you on the floor (we doin’ it on the floor)
And when I’m inside, I’m gonna give it to you more
So you gon’ comeback

[Verse 3: Ray J]
All in your dreams, you gon’ see my face at night (ooh)
My tongue, goes in the perfect place, right (ooh)
Girl, I want it, but, I know you want it more
Let’s run away and watch you comeback for more
Oh, let’s get started with a little foreplay
Can we fuck up the bed? On them white sheets, yeah
Ooh, I know you gon’ be comin’ back
Gave you the best, now you runnin’ it back
You know, I just wanna love you tonight

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Let’s disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don’t mind leaving your girlfriends, no? (you don’t mind)
We’ll be alright until the sunrise
‘Cause that’s when, that’s when we making love
I want for you to scream, when you’re about to climax (ooh, I want for you to scream, ooh, ooh)
When I’m kissing you, holding you, fucking you on the floor (on the floor)
And when I’m inside
If I give it to you once more, you gon’ come back

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Let’s disappear, yeah, yeah
If you don’t mind leaving your girlfriends, no?
‘Cause baby, that’s when we makin’ love
I want for you to scream, when you’re about to climax
When I’m kissing you, holding you, fucking you on the floor
And when I’m inside
If I give it to you once more, you gon’ come back

Ray J & Chris Brown – Burn My Name Lyrics

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (everything)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up (everything)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Verse 1: Ray J]
I fucked around with the devil
Shirt feelin’ like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don’t really care for
Real niggas, I ride for
My niggas that’s locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standin’ next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood niggas on beast mode
Crip niggas from East Coast
Ridin’ round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that shit up
And burn that shit right to my soul

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
Fucked around and got bitches tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
‘Bout to start actin’ funny on your ass
I reap that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to bring you, I did it on purpose
If it was your ass, get away with murder
Burnin’ letters ’cause I’m writin’ in cursive
Don’t care if I’m right, nigga, fuck bein’ perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixin’ the Perc’
You know that I’m accurate, missin’ a purpose
And I’ma look back on this shit ’cause you worth it
I’ma grow from my mistakes
I’ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flyin’
Niggas smoke that OG, let it burn

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Post-Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

[Verse 3: Ray J]
Let it rain when I put ’em in a
When I put ’em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put ’em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard ’em in pain
I’ma call you voodoo when I’m in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don’t really wanna raise blaze
Don’t pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that shit
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don’t think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don’t really wanna be a commodity
But it really don’t bother me
‘Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she’s burning my name

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul (oh yeah)
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Post-Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

Ray J & Chris Brown – Fuck Them Hoes Lyrics

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
I said I’m sorry if I hurt you, baby (I’m sorry, I’m sorry)
‘Cause I been, I been fuckin’ them hoes (ooh)
And I know you don’t care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can’t let it go
Oh yeah
You know I been fuckin’ them hoes
You know I, you know I, girl, I own it
Every time I’m out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Baby, I been doin’ way too much, I’m ruthless (yeah, yeah)
I been playin’ stupid, way too much excuses (stupid, oh yeah)
I know I let you down, pussy made me lose it (down, ow)
You know my mind get stupid whenever she shake her booty (ha)
Tried to make her by makin’ her payments
Nigga keepin’ a lid on the latest
In the dog house, ’bout to buy a plane for her
But she don’t fuck with the Mercedes
Money, I’m in cut with the paper
And she in the cut with the razor
Baby, just do me a favor
Live for now and talk ’bout it later

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
I said I’m sorry if I hurt you, baby (I’m sorry, I’m sorry)
‘Cause I been, I been fuckin’ them hoes (ooh)
And I know you don’t care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can’t let it go
Oh yeah
You know I been fuckin’ them hoes
You know I, you know I, girl, I own it
Every time I’m out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight

[Verse 2: Ray J]
You know I been whippin’, whippin’, young, rich and ruthless
And I been playin’ stupid, way too much excuses
I know I let you down, when I saw you do it
You put your heart into it and then I broke into it
Damn, girl, I’m sorry
All these drugs I’m doin’
All this weed I’m smokin’
All these bitches choosin’
I’m the one in the club with the paper
All of these models are paid for
2:30 in the club, gettin’ fucked up
Let’s talk about that shit later

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
I said I’m sorry if I hurt you, baby (talk about it later, I’m sorry, I’m sorry)
‘Cause I been, I been fuckin’ them hoes (ooh)
And I know you don’t care about shit right now
Fuck that, I can’t let it go
Oh yeah
You know I been fuckin’ them hoes
You know I, you know I, girl, I own it
Every time I’m out of line, fuck them hoes
I know I been a dog but you now that you here tonight, fuck them hoes

Trinidad James – Dad

[Intro]
Dad, dad, dad, dad…

[Hook]
I can hurt your feelings, man
Bitch I’m your dad
Futuristic Nikes on
Bitch I’m your dad
Your momma gon’ fuck the kid
Bitch I’m your dad
She like how I slap that ass
Bitch who your dad
I come in the party and I straight to the back
So fresh and so clean I look like Andre 3 stacks
She rubbin’ on that big boy she say she want some dad
Bitch who your dad
Bitch who your dad

[Verse 1:]
Show I.D. before you get in, bitch I ain’t playin’
R.I.P to Shawty Lo cause I am the man (Bankhead!)
Imma have to tax a bitch cause I’m Uncle Sam
Imma fuck your couch-a, nigga, call me Rick James
My chain like a lightning bolt, bitch, call me Usain
If that pussy wet, bitch, you can call me again
Blocked her in my DMs, then I slid in her friend’s
I got snipers on my Instagram cause that’s a in-trend
So high feel my heart beat I look like Eddie Kane
I do what I want I don’t think I’m gonna change
I don’t trust a bloat nigga cause we ain’t the same
Listen to yo daddy, let me put you on game

[Hook]
I can hurt your feelings, man
Bitch I’m your dad
Futuristic Nikes on
Bitch I’m your dad
Your momma gon’ fuck the kid
Bitch I’m your dad
She like how I slap that ass
Bitch who your dad
I come in the party and I straight to the back
So fresh and so clean I look like Andre 3 stacks
She rubbin’ on that big boy she say she want some dad
Bitch who your dad
Bitch who your dad

[Verse 2:]
Dad dressed like a cholo, bitches calling me papi
I might fuck your teacher so that you pass your spanish
Fuckin’ on a boat you know that dad out here wildin’
Ralph Simmons the sweater, they like how I be stylish
Dad’s still out here pimpin, pull up wippin the Caddy
Your sister want the dick, your auntie throwin the panties
I got on ten rings, bitch, no I’m not married
My college bitch 21, I feel like savage
I got my own record label, I can’t be managed
20 points a game, whoo, James is not average
20k today, James out here havin’
C-notes for my kids, dad out here splashin’

[Hook]
I can hurt your feelings, man
Bitch I’m your dad
Futuristic Nikes on
Bitch I’m your dad
Your momma gon’ fuck the kid
Bitch I’m your dad
She like how I slap that ass
Bitch who your dad
I come in the party and I straight to the back
So fresh and so clean I look like Andre 3 stacks
She rubbin’ on that big boy she say she want some dad
Bitch who your dad
Bitch who your dad

RiFF RaFF – My Ice

[Intro]
My ice, my ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice

[Hook]
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice

[Verse 1]
Not bad, drop Jag
Paper tag on the back
I was gon’ leave five stacks but valet scratched my bag
I’m addicted to foreigns, rocking Ralph Lauren
Could’ve been stage touring, it’s the white Martin Lawrence
Like a drunk doctor, I lost my patients
Started to hate waiting, Cadillac Escaladed
I’m at the Trump Towers on the escalator
If it ain’t about the paper, I’ma see you later
I rock more ice than a figure skater
When Gucci got out, I had to call my jeweler
But don’t get confused, my wrist is a zoo
All my diamonds are see through blue, RiFF

[Hook]
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice

[Verse 2]
[?] right back at the state park
Parked outside of Fort Knox, Porsche Boxster [?]
Four tube socks filled with solid gold blocks
Paint wetter than a mop as I proceed to chop blocks
White ice man diamonds big as a knee pad
91 surpreme gas mango matte Maybach
Shot more jumpers than Scott Skiles, aquaberry smiles
They tried to steal my style but I was rocking reptile
It’s the versatile crocodile, Iceberg Simpson [?]
I’m eating shrimp on my burberry blimp
I’m addicted to foreigns, rocking Ralph Lauren
Could’ve been stage touring, it’s the white Martin Lawrence

[Hook]
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
RiFF

Russ – T-Pain

[Verse 1: Russ]
Okay, I was flying solo
Then I saw you, woah
Girl ever since I found you I don’t hear them other bitches cause they so so, mmmm
Imma’ take you on an island
All I really need is timin’
Mix a little Tanqueray with your love, got me feeling all warm inside
Cause you look so good
Make me wanna’ spend it all on you
Imma’ take that stress off your shoulders
Put it on me, it’s no longer on you (yeah)
Baby, I brought you in my ride just to have a conversation
Really think you need some ventilation
Let’s talk about you and me

[Hook x2: Russ]
Oh, I can’t believe it
Oh oh, she all on me (on me)
Now I think she want me (want me)
Now I can’t leave her lonely (naw)

[Refrain: Russ]
Man, you don’t understand she make me always say, yeeaahh, yeeaahh, yeeaahh
We hit the bed then always, always make her say, yeeaahh, yeeaahh, yeeaahh

[Verse 2: Russ]
Now we can sit here and argue
But are you gonna’ fall through?
Cause I feel a little lost inside, and I need you
Pick up, when I call you
Now, stop running your mouth
And just give me your mile
And if that dude comes flexin’, Imma’ show him what this boss shits about
Cause you look so good
Make me wanna’ spend it all on you
Imma’ take that stress off your shoulders
Put it on me, it’s no longer on you (yeah)
Girl, I brought you in my world just to show you what it could be
Really think us is what it should be
Let’s talk about you and me

[Hook x2: Russ]
Oh, I can’t believe it
Oh oh, she all on me (on me)
Now I think she want me (want me)
Now I can’t leave her lonely (naw)

[Refrain: Russ]
Man, you don’t understand she make me always say, yeeaahh, yeeaahh, yeeaahh
We hit the bed then always, always make her say, yeeaahh, yeeaahh, yeeaahh

T-ara – Diamond (다이아몬드) (Live)

비좁고 깊숙한 곳 먼지 쌓이듯 날 꼭 둘러싼
짙은 woo, woo 어둠 woo, woo
그 속에 자그만 반짝임이
이제야 나라는 걸 느껴 Yeah I know it’s true
하나둘 woo, woo 펼친 꿈 woo, woo Oh, oh
Knock, Knock, Knock on the door
그렇게 멀리 선 날 모를 걸
투명해 보여도 단단한 걸
(Back in my world, Back in my world)

Yep, yep, Look at me now
내 안에 빛은 더 선명한 걸
가까이 볼수록 더 놀랄 걸

Cuz I’m the Diamonds only Diamonds only
가장 눈에 띄게 누구보다 밝게
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해

Diamonds only Diamonds only
나만을 빛내줘 날개를 달아줘
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해

기나긴 시간에도 한치의 흔들림이 없지
마치 차원이 다른 woo, woo 보물 woo, woo

모두가 탐내지 Like a fanasy
눈치를 살펴봤자 나를 감당하는 건
결국 woo, woo 너 일 뿐 woo, woo Oh, oh

Knock, Knock, Knock on the door
넘보기만 하면 궁금할 걸
머릿속 가득히 퍼져갈 걸

Yep, yep, Look at me now
보기완 다르게 섬세할 걸
숨겨둔 모습에 날 원할 걸

Cuz I’m the Diamonds only Diamonds only
가장 눈에 띄게 누구보다 밝게
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해

Diamonds only Diamonds only
나만을 빛내줘 날개를 달아줘
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해

길을 잃은 세상 속에 꿈을 꿀 수 있게
Cuz I’m the Diamonds only Diamonds only
감출 수도 없게 내 마음이 닿게
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해

Diamonds only Diamonds only
점점 눈부시게 날개를 펼칠래
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해

Kyle Lucas – Cellar Door

Cellar Door

[Intro]
Im a be honest, It’s so beyond us
It’s hard to rationalize when you turn pre-madonna
All that Dilaudid, got your eyes red like piranhas
You get so heated like you sleep up in a sauna
It’s like you only fight with me just to hear yourself talk
And I swear this shit got worse once you got off your Zoloft
You should probably get back on that shit
… or at least go and talk to somebody

[Verse 1]
Look I don’t even know how we lost control
I don’t even know how we lost all hope
Young girl with an old soul
I’m just a dude with a decent flow
Speak heat over beats the emcee i know
Go and reach the elite to beach we go
And come back settle down to a decent home
Because shit was all good just a week ago
But when it comes to you i’m like a surgeon, who’s hands shaky
I lack patience
I don’t even need no handshake from your new man i mean for damn sake
I mean why you gotta be on that ho shit
Why you gotta bring up that old shit
Then act surprise when you get a rise, i mean no shit, bitch you know this

[Hook 1]
I guess you think I wouldn’t notice
I guess you think I lost all focus
Try to distract with a magic act, disappear so I wrote this
You hung your own self, I just showed you were that rope is

[Verse 2]
Keeps saying how she’s innocent, talks about she’s so intimate
With new guys but still finds time just to constantly vent on the internet
Well, sub tweet till your thumbs week
Keep typing and writing about how you was right but won’t get a response out of me no
Ho please, we know
I don’t deal with these people
Or text back after each show
Especially when you so evil
Keep sending me all those diatribes
Getting back together how you dying to try
Then turn around and you lying about guys
That you fucked whole time well an eye for an eye

[Hook 2]
Ima go fuck all your friends
Get revenge
Get revenge, get revenge
I’ma go fuck all your friends
Get revenge
Now were even, now we’re even

[Verse 3]
Ugh, these ho’s need Jesus, or these ho’s new Moses
Or these ho’s need Buddha, or a least shit a higher dosage
Probably go and get some therapy, least maybe little life coaching
Cause something in you still scaring me, i’m thinking it’s a little psychosis
I know it’s hard to stomach, had to keep it 100
Had 99 problems you were damn near all of ‘em
Guess i’m at my last straw
Sick of being your rag doll
Sick of being your punching bag, it’s like fuck this hag
But you asked for it
Yup

Girls Next Door – Deep Blue Eyes (Idol Drama Operation Team) (Live)

Deep blue Eyes
난 너의 눈을 바라보다 보면
빨려 들어갈 것 같아

Deep blue Eyes
시크한 듯 부드러운 네 미소
녹아 버릴 것만 같아

나를 보며 무슨 생각을 하나요
Deep blue Eyes
부끄럽게 baby

알게 모르게 너만 보다가
난 난 또 너만 보다가
멍하니 보다가
내 마음 들켜버리겠죠

Catch my mind
Oh Catch my mind
너 주말에 뭐 하니
Oh Catch my mind

What you What you gonna do
What you What you gonna do
Oh baby

What you What you gonna do
What you What you gonna do
I’m with U

Deep blue Eyes
난 너의 눈을 바라보다 보면
빨려 들어갈 것 같아

Deep blue Eyes
시크한 듯 부드러운 네 미소
녹아 버릴 것만 같아
눈을 뜨면 네 생각뿐이야
그 눈에 빠지고 싶은 기분이야

언제부터인지 모르겠어
첫눈에 반해버린 건지도 모르겠어

마주치면 부끄러워 baby
어쩔 줄 몰라 몸이 bebe

너가 묻는 말엔 다 네네
그만하자면서 보고 싶어 매일매일

나를 보며 무슨 생각을 하나요
Deep blue Eyes
쑥스럽게 baby

알게 모르게 너만 보다가
난 난 또 너만 보다가
멍하니 보다가
내 마음 들켜버리겠죠

Catch my mind
Oh Catch my mind
너 주말에 뭐 하니
Oh Catch my mind

What you What you gonna do
What you What you gonna do
Oh baby

What you What you gonna do
What you What you gonna do
I’m with U

홀려버린 듯한 느낌
마법에 걸린 것 같지
여전히 맘도 그대를
원하고 있는 것 같지

네 눈빛에 홀려서
나는 여기까지 와버렸어
I want U I need U
I Love U baby

이제는 다가와
그대의 눈 속 안에서 살 수 있게
네 깊은 눈 속에 가둬줘
내가 도망치지 못하게

널 첨 본 순간 느꼈죠
You are My baby let’s Go

Right here right here
You gotta put me on

그림자조차 숨죽여
난 몰라 무슨 짓을 한 거야
헤엄치고 싶어
더 더 깊은 곳으로 갈 거야
휴가는 너에게 반납할게

기대치는 하늘 높이까지 올라가네
티켓은 이미 끊어놨어
넌 그냥 올라타면 돼

Broong broong
이런 분위기 I like that

Catch my mind
Oh Catch my mind
너 주말에 뭐 하니
Oh Catch my mind

What you What you gonna do
What you What you gonna do
Oh baby

What you What you gonna do
What you What you gonna do
I’m with U

Deep blue Eyes

NCT 127 – Summer 127

핸들에 몸을 맡겨 baby
저 바다로, 저 바다로, let it go
선명히 날 깨우는 파도
You feel me now, you feel me right
Let it go
볼륨을 올려줘 더 크게
너 땜에 설레는 맘 감추게
아무 말도 안 해도 괜찮아
떨어지지 않아도 돼
함께 하자 day and night

아무도 모르게 멀리 떠나볼래
뜨거운 바다로 로 로
설레는 이 느낌
널 찾은 난 lucky
너와 함께

I just wanna dance with you
뜨거운 태양아래
맘 이끌리는데로
빠져들어 저 멀리
푸른 바다 위로
그 곳으로 jump on (baby)

너도 같은 기분이지
가볼까 (더 멀리)
다른 곳 (신나는 곳 oh)
마치 내일은 없게 oh
(다 잊고서 잠시 잊고서)
태양보다 뜨거운 맘

아무도 모르게 멀리 떠나볼래
뜨거운 바다로 로 로
설레는 이 느낌
널 찾은 난 lucky
너와 함께

I just wanna dance with you
뜨거운 태양아래
맘 이끌리는데로
빠져들어 저 멀리
푸른 바다 위로
그 곳으로 jump on (baby)

Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
Get it on, get get get get it on

돌아가야 하는 끝에서
새로운 여행을 만나
너와 함께하는 순간
Girl, I just wanna dance with you

Come on double step that’s why
우리는 몸으로 세련미를 구사해
유사해 (like this)
Rocking에 popping을 더해
Krumping (shake that ass)
이미 흔들고 있자나 너의 twerking
Yeah yeah yeah ah bad ass
건강해지는 move야 physical fitness
잠깐만 멈춰봐 숨이 차
Talk to me eye 나와 넌 don’t stop it

Eyes are locked how it starts good baby
가까이 있을 때만 되는 stepping
밤이 내일까지 이어가게
손 안 놓지 춤출 때 특히
내 목에 올려줘 너의 손
서로 균형같이 찾아 close
Hold on slippery floor
위 아무도 내 주위엔 you only

I just wanna dance with you
뜨거운 태양아래
맘 이끌리는데로
빠져들어 저 멀리
푸른 바다 위로
그 곳으로 jump on (baby)

Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
Get it on, get get get get it on

Wi$e – Black Magic

oah, spazzin’
Yeah, yeah, aight
Black magic
Moved to the A then a nigga started rappin’ (facts)
Niggas wonder how it happened
Told a bad bitch take a picture, what a savage
Woah, neck on gold, nose ring full of carats
Uh, blow it out the sunroof, nigga gettin’ careless
Yeah, dick her down good, now she wanna wear my necklace
Uh, know she love a nigga, feel her friends getting jealous
Joint full of lettuce, got a bad ho, want to take her out to Paris
So I took her out to Paris
Got good head, still never met her parents
Nah, never meet the parents
Tried to play a nigga, shawty ended up embarrassed
Uh, told her day one bitch don’t get embarrassed
Bitch don’t get embarrassed
Neck look like marmalade
Told her come get me, yeah andale, andale
Had to skip work ’cause I thought I was underpaid
Mama looked at me like what would your father say?
Yeah, she drinkin’ LSA
Fuckin’ his daughter, she treat me like father’s day
Woah, made me get even, her friend had some shit to say, nah
Don’t hit my line, who the fuck are you anyway?
Fucked her then bounce, don’t do the fade away
Facts, do a bitch cold then I put it on wax, yeah
Thought you knew game but I’ll show you the ropes
You still think I’m a joke?
Bitch you wonder how it happened
Told that bitch it’s black magic

[Chorus]
Yeah, black magic
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Damn, that’s tragic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Yeah, black magic
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Damn, that’s tragic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic

[Verse 2]
Pronto, need it pronto
Hit my nigga Tiggy, watch him pull up in a Bronco
Two chicks, need the combo
Catch ’em backstage, tell ’em pull up at the condo
Gone, where’s Waldo
Dish ’em to my nigga like I’m Rajon Rondo
Cop car, mind blown
Had to put the gas in the console
Uh, whip it like Django
Real cool nigga but they know I don’t play though
Damn, so much for my playbook
But I been grinding since I ran out the gate though
Hell nah it ain’t safe bro
You niggas dead when I say so
I want the bread and the queso
Thought about signing but I heard you niggas pay slow
Top five nigga, case closed
Too fly, had to change clothes
Nose diamond and my neck gold
Livin’ nigga but I’m too cold
Had to step back off of G code
Giving niggas game like cheat codes
Got a full house on my lease slow
Still ran it back like beast mode

[Chorus]
Yeah, black magic
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Damn, that’s tragic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Yeah, black magic
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Damn, that’s tragic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic

Jhene Aiko – Hello Ego (Don’t Stop) (feat. Chris Brown)

[Verse 1: Jhené Aiko]
I’ma be real, real, real, real, real, real honest
Man I got some real, real, real, real, real, real problems
I just do what I feel like, I don’t deal with no logic
I need to chill, I really need to chill, I need to stop it
Need to stop it now, stop it now
And yeah, I know I’m supposed to be about my money
‘Cause that baby gotta eat when she get hungry
And anything my family need they get it from me
So when shit get ugly
I can’t stop, I won’t stop, I don’t

[Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop now
Ooh, you know I won’t stop
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
I don’t know how
Don’t stop now

[Verse 2: Jhené Aiko]
I should stop drinking, I should stop smoking
I need to focus
I am the dopest, I’m the dopest
You already know this
I’ve been chosen, I’ve been chosen
And I know you noticed it
I got that potion, hocus pocus shit, yeah
‘Cause I got these vic-good and verses
For all these bitches you hurt when
You told ’em, you fuckin’ with me
I know that you fuckin’ with me
I’m not these regular hoes
You like these regular hoes
You need to act like you know it
You need to act like you know that
I could do it, do it, I’m the truest, truest
I’m the coolest, coolest, and the truth is (truth is)
I’ve been up for days now
You in my way now
Stay in your lane now
But don’t, but don’t stop

[Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop now
Oh, you know I won’t stop
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
I don’t know how
Nana, nana, na

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
They call me crazy, these bitches know I got issues
I wear my heart like my tattoos
I share my tears, with fuckin’ tissues
Baby are you my first sentence?
Judge, don’t care ’bout accomplishments
Give a fuck ’bout a friendly
‘Cause, the jail cell ain’t got limo tints
When I gotta hold back fuckin’, whenever I wanna hit it
Playing on these bitches, they ain’t shit
It’s me that can’t keep a relationship
Don’t lose your mind, in the glass house
It’s too high, it can crash down
I’ve been up down, up, up, back down
I won’t break down

[Chorus: Jhené Aiko & Chris Brown]
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop now (don’t stop now)
Oh, you know I won’t stop
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
I don’t know how
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
I don’t know how
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop now
Oh, don’t you stop now (don’t you stop now, girl)
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
I don’t know how
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
I don’t know, I don’t know how (no)
Don’t stop (no)

[Outro: Jhené Aiko]
You’re bringin’ down my high
Oh, please do not fuck up my high
Oh, no, no, you’re bringin’ down my high
Please do not fuck up my high
Oh, no, no, you’re bringin’ down my high

Joey Fatts – Everybody Knows (feat. Jmsn & Curren$Y) (I’ll Call You Tomorrow II Album)

[Intro: Curren$y]

Uh…shit from my gas
Seperating ourselves from our past
Perfectin’ our roll over the yams
That’s why, we here
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Pacin’ around the villa in some Supreme slippers
On the phone with my lawyer talkin’ about six figures
Don’t mistake the enigma, boy I’m a street nigga
Just educated, so these people like to deal with us
Infatuated with laws, checks, and money rolls
Without mistaking, we blow it because it comes and go
I got her waitin’, she open, she’s trying to come and go
You probably think she a hoe, but she out a centerfold
Say this the life of a don
Keep the baddest queen up under my arm
Because a king shall fuck on a pawn
Say its chess not checkers, baby
God in these streets, these other niggas reverends, baby
Ain’t shit changed, yeah I’m still off 7th baby
Swervin’ and swervin’, pushin’ a 6
Had my pops sick when I went spent 80 on this
He said I ain’t learned shit when he was movin’ these bricks
I said only if he knew how much money I’m gettin’, nigga

[Hook: JMSN]
Yeah
But everybody knows (because everybody knows)
Everybody knows, and I’m fine without you
People come and go, but everybody knows
That I’m fine without you

[Verse 2: Curren$y)
Yeah
Shiftin’ gears
Seperatin’ ourselves from our peers
Perfectin’ our roles over the years
This is why we here, still, with so
Many people ended up lost
And fell off, but I remain
A boss at all cost
Depositin’ more cake in the vault
Crazy pay from the verbal assault
Made me a star, bought my daddy a car
Diamond pieces for my niece
My niggas ask for guns and keys
Some of my niggas just want degrees
Help out all my dawgs
I don’t think none of them wrong
Kick it with the livin’, the dead ones live on
Through the songs
See their face in smoke traces from the bong
Shit so serious, man, project window, box fan
To the air conditioned Rolls Royce sedan
Was the plan, nigga

[Hook: JMSN]
Yeah
But everybody knows (because everybody knows)
Everybody knows, and I’m fine without you
People come and go, but everybody knows
That I’m fine without you

Joey Fatts – Uhaul (I’ll Call You Tomorrow II Album)

[Hook]
Uhaul niggas making moves
Never paid a bitch but always paid my dues
And a nigga never played me like a fool
And if he did than that boy was on the news
At his corner pocket with that stick like its pool
Nigga you a bitch, my favorite bitch, you niggas food
Slide one-time then double back with that tool
Watch for one-time, I got too much shit to lose

[Verse]
Do a show the same night like everything cool
Then after a show let the bad bitch chew me, oouuwee
I’ve been out here fucking all these groupies, truely
I just fuck a rat niggas bitch last Tuesday
Cutthroat shit bitch fuckin’ with the movement
Savage crisis got to watch where you moving
In an r8 feeling like joker in that movie
Suicide Squad, bad bitch with an Uzi

[Hook]
Uhaul niggas making moves
Never paid a bitch but always paid my dues
And a nigga never played me like a fool
And if he did than that boy was on the news
At his corner pocket with that stick like its pool
Nigga you a bitch, my favorite bitch, you niggas food
Slide one-time then double back with that tool
Watch for one-time, I got too much shit to lose…
Watch for one-time, I got too much shit to lose…
Watch for one-time…

Joey Fatts – Every Little Thing (feat. Playboi Carti) (I’ll Call You Tomorrow II Album)

[Intro]
That’s my cutthroat bitch, aye little cutthroat, that’s my cutthroat bitch

[Hook: Joey Fatts]
Every little thing that we do
Should be between me and you
The freaky things that we do
Should be between me and you
When you see me out here flexing in my coupe
Nigga I’m flexin’ up on you
Probably be flexin’ with my crew
Like we ain’t got shit to do baby

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
She gon fuck the whole gang if i ask her to
She ain’t worried about it girl, this between me and you
Had to buy an Audi because a nigga crashed the coupe
So tell me if you bout it because a nigga sliding thru
Always coolin’ never bollin you know how I move
All this gold on my body gotta keep a tool
Ride his dick like a Ducati in the pussy
And she never say a word, that’s why I fuck with you

[Hook: Joey Fatts]
Every little thing that we do
Should be between me and you
The freaky things that we do
Should be between me and you
When you see me out here flexing in my coupe
Nigga I’m flexin’ up on you
Probably be flexin’ with my crew
Like we ain’t got shit to do baby

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Imma keep it true, I ain’t gots another bih
Hoe top me off in my whip, hoe sick
3 chains on, still ain’t buy that hoe shit
I’m a real nigga, you a little bitch
I be on my guap, smoking on that jit
She gone have a fit when she see my new bih
Please gon have a fit when he see my new whip
That hoe tryna leave when she see the new crib
That hoe tryna leave when she see who’s in the stash
Money bags shawty might just give you a whole bag
[?]

[Hook: Joey Fatts]
Every little thing that we do
Should be between me and you
The freaky things that we do
Should be between me and you
When you see me out here flexing in my coupe
Nigga I’m flexin’ up on you
Probably be flexin’ with my crew
Like we ain’t got shit to do baby

Joey Fatts – Do What You Need To (feat. Xavier Wulf & Maxo Kream) (I’ll Call You Tomorrow II Album)

[Hook: Xavier Wulf]
I hear these niggas talking shit, that’s cool dude
Do what you need to
I pull up backseat in car service
You know I don’t need to
What’s this his bitch, I got a feeling
She don’t need you
I ain’t got my boosie fade but baby
I’mma zoom to you
You niggas dusty talking thrash
I brought a broom for you
I let these hoes
Do exactly what they’re supposed to
They backstage, every show
Waiting for the crew
Plot twist we dissed them hard
Now they’re looking miserable

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Give them dick, never give bitches my residuals
Big money, shit, you niggas looking minuscule
Don’t act funny bitch, you ask around I’ve been that dude
‘Cause, you ain’t fucking me unless you fuck the crew
Yeah, if you ain’t getting money I can’t fuck with you
These niggas, they gon’ hate but boy that’s nothing new
But see you face to face is when they fuck with you
Ain’t no better to pay me they gon’ [?]

I’m a nigga smacking that rushy
I got a Jason mask on my face
[?]
Jumping, we do this shit often
(Beep) Feel like it’s retarded
We don’t do good with that talkin’
Put that fuckboy in a coffin

[Hook: Xavier Wulf]
I hear these niggas talking shit, that’s cool dude
Do what you need to
I pull up backseat in car service
You know I don’t need to
What’s this bitch, I got a feeling
She don’t need you
I ain’t got my boosie fade but baby
I’mma zoom to you
You niggas dusty talking thrash
I brought a broom for you
I let these hoes
Do exactly what they’re supposed to
They backstage, every show
Waiting for the crew
Plot twist we dissed them hard
Now they’re looking miserable

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
I hear these niggas talking shit but I’m like nigga please (yuh)
Glock 4, extendo, keep extensions less on weed (Shanaynay)
Trap out the vacay [?] everything you need (ay)
Trapping like a vegan I got lettuce bro
Maxo, you a snitch
I can’t sell no packs
Hang around a snake before I ever trust a rat
Draco, choppers and handhelds (boom boom)
Work a little bitch like a dumbbell (word)
Trap [?] (hello)
Birdie on my Glock (boom boom)
Hydro hide your shops (what)
Sixty for the [?] (what you need)
Get off your [?]
Check ball, make it take it
Fast break, ankle break
Nigga pump fake like a sixth man
Need more lean like a kickstand

[Hook: Xavier Wulf]
I hear these niggas talking shit, that’s cool dude
Do what you need to
I pull up backseat in car service
You know I don’t need to
What’s this bitch, I got a feeling
She don’t need you
I ain’t got my boosie fade but baby
I’mma zoom to you
You niggas dusty talking thrash
I brought a broom for you
I let these hoes
Do exactly what they’re supposed to
They backstage, every show
Waiting for the crew
Plot twist we dissed them hard
Now they’re looking miserable

Ice Cube – Only One Me (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

[Intro]
That’s some gangsta shit
Check the original, y’all niggas digital
The pyroclastic flow, this insane

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckers love me
Young ass niggas they wanna thug for me
Wish I was the Godfather, sell drugs for me
But all they can do is tap cuz for me
Look homie, you can be my cronie
If you figure how to get a check out of Sony
Oh Lord, thought I was preaching to the choir
When I’m in this pulpit I might catch some fire
Glass full of gas, do you got a lighter?
Hand full of ass, why should I retire
The shit I spit might inspire the messiah
To throw these lives in a lake full of fire
Ain’t nothing flier than my fuckin’ rims and my tires
And a word to the wise, you better fuckin’ recognize
That I been on the block since bitches did the wop
Since Floyd and Damien kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangsta
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T
King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
P.E, DMC, nigga know your history
If Cube ain’t top 3, then you’s a bitch to me
Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy
Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E
West Coast bitch, yeah that’s all me
With Too Short and the D-R-E
We made it too hard, check our family tree
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Nigga no
Leave you baffled and gaffled
And running through your house like it’s a motherfuckin’ raffle
I’m a asshole with Tabasco, you the last ho I would ask for
If I had to leave Morehouse and walk into a ho house
The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out
It’s all for my nigga Big Hurt, when I show out
Picture this in a frame, get torn out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out

[Chorus]
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right

[Verse 2]
So what you from the gutter
We all had to struggle if you got a black mother
We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers
Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers
Motherfucker always claim to be the hardest
But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest
I’m a artist that’ll paint your rigor mortis
You silly rabbit nigga, here come the tortoise
Fast is smooth and smooth is slow
And that’s how you get it, 20 years in a row
Advance how you get 20 years in a hole
Bet 10 that you ass ain’t got no soul
Grab that cold ass white man steel
Cap pills, run like an oil spill
Big drills, found him in the landfill
You got 30 years but you my man still
Fuck them tears, Tony Montana
Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta
This ain’t the banana nigga, this is Alabama
Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, nigga

[Chorus]
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right

[Outro]
Gangsta Shit!

Ice Cube – Good Cop Bad Cop (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

Good cop, good cop, rollin’ with that bad cop
What you doing boy, turning that blood clart
Buck shot shot, they fire through the drug spot
Robots, can’t give a damn who the fuck’s shot
Clean cop, clean cop, fucking with that dirty cop
Don’ act like yo ass never heard of that
Clean cop, clean cop, rollin’ with that mean cop
Still tryna’ act proud as peacock
You know that mean cop might need a detox
Motherfucker’ tryna blow me out my Reebox
But I swing like Jack and the Beanstalk
Chop them down, when these bitches tryna lock me down
Hit the ground, hit the turf, walk the earth
Cube kidnap your mind, Patty Hearst
Bust a verse, that make your ass hit reverse
Kill the curse that was placed on the universe
West coast, war lord
Blacker, than the black knight
Fuck a black and white, the winner ain’t actin’ right
Good cop, good cop fillin’ out your report
Bad cop asking you to distort
Bad cop asking you to lie in court
Send another young brother up north
Send another young sister off course
While these motherfuckers chill on the golf course

Black police showin’ out for the white cop
White police showin’ out for the black cop
Black police showin’ out for the white cop
White police showin’ out for the black cop

Lazy cop, fuckin’ with that crazy cop
Always braggin’, bout that new case they got
Do or die cop, with that suicide cop
Tell the truth cop, with that true or lie cop
Bro you fuckin’ high cop, don’t even try cop
Ain’t no motherfuckin’ drugs up in my spot
All you find in my closet is the high top
And my motherfuckin’ tickets to the sky box
Hold up nigga, I’m a rider
Youse a roll up
Yep, dick controller
Make me mad, that’s when I get swole up
The Incredible Hulk is bipolar
Come after cuffs, knock off the rust
Throw my hands up, you still wanna bust
The Trojan horse, is full of the sense of force?
When they try get aggressive, niggas off the porch

Black police showin’ out for the white cop
White police showin’ out for the black cop
Black police showin’ out for the white cop
White police showin’ out for the black cop

Good cop, good cop, where is your dignity?
Where’s your empathy?
Where is your sympathy?
Bad cop, where’s your humanity?
Good cop, is that just a fantasy?
Hell on that nigga, snitch on that bitch
Truth be told, motherfuck the blue code
Fuck the po-po actin’ like Deebo
Already know Craig let the brick go
Black Lives Matter, it’s not chit chatter
‘Cause all they wanna do, is scatter brain matter
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
A nine is terrible in your face
The mace has a terrible fuckin’ taste
The pen is a terrible fuckin’ place
The kings all hate the fuckin’ ace
The judge sabotaged my fuckin’ case
Racist motherfucker

Black police showin’ out for the white cop

Ice Cube – Dominate The Weak (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

[Intro]
Wake up homie
Hey
They people they coming
Listen
Wake up
Ay homie
You got get up
Them folks is at the door man
Get up
Get up

[Hook]
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak

[Verse 1]
This ain’t paranoia
This is California
Best believe mothafucka that
They coming for ya
Got the place surrounded
Don’t know how they found it
Man fuck that money
Ain’t no time to count it
Got to get to movin
Only god can save us
This is the day
They try to re enslave us
Grow my hair long
Angela davis
So I can get recognized
By the space invaders
Storm troopers
Have you heard the latest
They’ll treat your living room
Like the oakland raiders
Take all your books
You ain’t patriotic
You psychotic
Your neighbors call you neurotic
Put you on the news
And tweet bout ya
These bitches won’t say
Nothin sweet about ya
Can I get a witness [now]
Can’t get a witness [now]
Just brainwashing motha fuckas
Is a dirty business

[Hook]
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak

[Bridge]
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
Get up get up get up get up get up
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
Get up get up get up get up get up

[Verse 2]
Why you on that Xbox?
They closing in
You’ll believe me when that
Front door is blowing in
They going in
And they’ll tackle everybody
Grandmama, grandbaby
Shackle everybody
Interrupt your party
Put down your drinks
And they’ll blow your nose off
Like the fucking sphinx
Catch you by surprise
Around sunrise
When i go to sleep
I sleep with one eye
I sleep with one nine
I sleep with booby traps
And my dogs don’t fuck with
No Scooby snacks
I’m die hard
I brought the movie back
Some of y’all try hards
Some of y’all don’t do that
Some of y’all dumb as rocks
Some of y’all sharp as a tack
Some of y’all clowns
Some serious as a heart attack
Ima fuck the police
Nigga yea I started that
Some of y’all scary niggas
Come and be apart of that

[Hook]
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak

[Bridge]
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
Get up get up get up get up get up
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
Get up get up get up get up get up

[Verse 3]
Underwater flow
Shit is getting deep
Them fuckas tried to down
The aqua boogie freak
But I’m an octopus
Especially when I got to push
When shit is fishy
My trigger finger get itchy
All you sissies
I’m a general like Ulysses
Fuck with me
I’m incredible like Bill Bixby
I never sleep
Cut off my eyelids
Insomniac, maniac
I’m a hybrid
Bitch I’m a pirate
They call me black beard
I sail the seven seas
Hoe I’m off the grid
It’s the ultimate
Baby I’m the bulk of it
The whole package
A nigga with no baggage
It’s kinda tragic
When you driving through Irvine
Is this Germany 1939
I’m a gangsta boy
Not the nerdy kind
They gotta dirty mind
All about the dolla sign

[Hook]
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak

[Bridge]
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
Get up get up get up get up get up
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
Get up get up get up get up get up

Ice Cube – The Funeral (Intro) (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

Niggas are in a state of emergency
The death side, mirror damage of where we are today
The life side a vision of where we need to go
So sign your death certificate

Fuck all, y’all
Lisa got him

Alright, on three, one, two, three
Come on brothers we gotta walk this way
Can’t believe it man
The homeboy, hey, open that door
Open it, alright ‘right

We’ve come together by God’s demand
Whether it be for life or death
Well, this morning, it’s over the mourning
Of one of our little brothers

This brother was a good brother
He didn’t get into an excessive amount of trouble
But it’s one thing, it’s one thing, it’s one thing
He was the wrong nigga to fuck with

Ice Cube – The Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

God damn, it’s a brand new payback
From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
How many motherfuckers gotta pay
Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK
Caps gotta get peeled
Cause "The Nigga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will"
It ain’t no pop cause that sucks
And you can New Jack SWING on my nuts
Down wit the niggas that I bail out
I’m platinum bitch and I didn’t have to sell out
"Fuck you, Ice Cube!", that’s what the people say
Fuck AmeriKKKa, still with the triple K
Cause you know when my nine goes buck
It’ll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up
Now let’s see who’ll drop
Punk motherfuckers tryin’ to ban hip-hop
Fuck R&B and the runnin’ man
I’m the one that stand, with the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
Punk, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with

"I’ma let y’all know one thing man"

Hell yeah it’s on, you better tell ’em
Ice Cube and I’m rolling with the motherfuckin L.M
It’s the number one crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and I’ll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roll when I put in work
Cause Lench Mob niggas are the craziest
And y’all motherfuckers can’t fade my shit
South Central, that’s where the Lench Mob dwell
Hittin fools up with the big ass L
One time can’t hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop givin’ juice to the Raiders
Cause Al Davis never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It’s all about the L-E-N-C-H y’all know the rest
Muthafuckin’ crew, muthafuckin’ mob
Do a muthafuckin’ job in a muthafuckin’ squad
In ’91 Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger
And I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with

"One-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute"

Drop a old school beat!

Like I said, it’s a brand new payback
Now in ’91, let’s see whose beats get jacked!
Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller
(Keep the wack beats out)
True motherfuckin’ baller
And hoes can’t roll on
Even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta "Hold On"
Don’t let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue
Goin up against the Zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass til I’m smellin shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say
And watch the devil start kickin’
Run around like a chicken
Grand Dragon finger lickin’
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
Now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker
Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick
Pig, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with!

"Last person in the world you wanna fuck with"

Ice Cube – My Summer Vacation (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you

Damn G the spot’s gettin’ hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That’s cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin’, niggas look shady
But they can’t fade South Central
Cause bustin’ a cap is fundamental
Checkin’ out every block close
Seein’ which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let’s clear these niggaz out

Hey hey man, whats up nigga?
Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!

Now clearin’ ’em out meant casualties
Still had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn’t you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it’s better than slangin’ in the Valley
Triple the profit makin’ more than I did in Cali
Breakin’ off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggas don’t want trouble
And we ain’t on edge when we do work
Police don’t recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can’t stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the shit’s like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl niggas kickin’ up dust
And some of them are even lookin’ up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin’ that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin’ for a street, that they ain’t even heard of
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it’s on

Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")

Boom, my homie got shot he’s a goner black
St. Louis niggas want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It’s illegal business, niggas still can’t stick together
Fuckin’ police got the four-one-one
That L.A. ain’t all, surf and sun
But we ain’t thinkin’, bout the boys
Feudin’, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the shit’s gettin’ tricky
Cause now they lookin’ for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot’s gettin’ hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin’ in Seattle
But the NARC’s, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he’s yawnin’
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin’ drawers
Tryin’ to give me, fifty-seven years
Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears
It’s the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain’t givin’ a fuck
The fool must be sparkin’
Talkin’ about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don’t like Northside
And it’s a riot if any one of us die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man’s summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin’ years that I’m facin’
I’ma end it like this cause you know what’s up
My life is fucked

Ice Cube – Steady Mobbin’ (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin’ to get our hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can’t hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin’ up the rollers
Comin’ up short of the green guys
And I might start slangin’ bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "U Can’t Touch This" on the front
I’m ’bout to get rich
Cause life ain’t nuttin but money and fuck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn’t know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin’
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings
I’m out the door
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I’m ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I’m steady mobbin’

Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin’)

Bustin’ caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause I’m gettin’ major
Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager
Told all my friends:
Don’t drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide’s is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggas get mad, tempers are flarin’
Cause they got a few bitches starin’
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds
I make it my duty to cuss ’em
Out, cause I just don’t trust em
And if you tell on me I’m bombin’ on Betty
Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin’

Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin’)

Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the Glock
Cause I’m rollin’ on rims
Eating soul food, neckbones from M&M’s
Grumbbin’ like a motherfucker
Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit
Saw Sir Jinx bailin’
When I hit a left on Ruthelen, "Whattup loc?"
Don’t you know that niggas get smoked
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
I take you to the pad soon
Went to mom’s house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Jumped back in my low rider
Comin’ out feelin’ about ten pounds lighter
Went to Bone’s house so I can get the gat
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
Lench Mob ain’t nuttin but tramps
But hoes lickin’ nuts like stamps
One fool brought the music for the yams
But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch
Cause I had the jam on
And I don’t want to hear shit about a tampon
Give me the nappy and make me happy
The ho said ‘Pappy could you slap me
On the ass hard and fast
And could please try not to leave a gash?’
I said yeah, but I don’t play sex
Without puttin’ on the latex
Slipped on the condom
Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin’

Ice Cube – Robin Lench (Interlude) (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I’m robin lench!
And welcome to the "lifestyles of the poor and unfortunate"!
Where you and your broad can win eight days and nine dangerous nights at
‘The come on in hotel’, overviewing the watch tower (oww!)
And for your transportation pleasures, you get to ride on what?
The "R.T.D.": the "rough, tough and dangerous"
Where, we provide you and your bitch round trip transfer
Straight down range (ayo, nigga! Get outta the car, nigga!)
Where you can meet, who? O.g. Mcbone! (Who the fuck are?)
Hello, o.G. Mcbone! Say: "hi!" (nigga, fuck you muthafucka! Get outta here, punk!)

And for your gambling cravings
You can lose that trick-bitch that’s with ya almost
Well basically anywhere! (I give you $20 for your bitch!)
And for your nightlife entertainment, you get to visit
Our very own strawberry showgirls! Located where? On figueroa!
‘Ey, ‘ey, bitch! ‘Ey, how much for "head"?
Hahahahahah! Ow ahahh!
Ow! Until next time!
40 ounce dreams and watermelon wishes!
I’m robin lench, peace!
5000 g!