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I Think I Love Her

Gucci Mane

[Intro] Yeah, hey Gucci always talkin' 'bout he love somebody He don't love nobody (Uh-uh) Matter fact, nigga, you owe me some money don't you? Let me show you how I do this shit (Get money) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Yellow Benz with a spoiler kit, with my spoiled lil' chick Yellow diamonds on my neck and wrist, match this yellow bitch She a trip, shawty, she the shit, she know she the shit If you don't buy her what she want then she throw a fit She a bitch, shawty, mean as shit but she super thick And she act silly like a kid, give her candy stick She a pit, make her flip a brick, make her sick a chick Since a jit, I've been slangin' dick, Gucci Mane the shit (Burr) I met a girl name Susie, I let her join my group I know she not a groupie, so I let her in my coupe I stashed her in my fender wall and stashed her in my tire Susie is a money maker but that bitch a liar Susie roll in '08 'Rari but that girl on fire Pull us over Candler Road, said she had some priors Ten bricks in my car, shawty singing like Mariah Singing like the choir, better yet singing like Mya (Bitch) [Verse 2: Ester Dean] Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him That sucka think I'm loyal but I fucks with all the hustlas I be wit' all the ballas, I be at all the spots I might be in yo' kitchen, nigga, cooking with yo' pots See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean] I think I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I think I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I know I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I know I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I think I love her [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Told my boy, man, Polow Da Don I think I love this girl, man, huh, why? She sweet but keep kief, she stains her Irene Two piece, she dime piece and jeans, they dead meat She sweet, she so deep, she read with good teeth Two jobs, she get cheese, her dates, are my treat How neat, she loves to eat, we eat bon appétit We feed, she's so neat and like me, she so neat [Verse 4: Ester Dean] Nigga, always talk but I run the block This bitch is so hot, my clique, I close shop My wrist froze with rocks, I cop all the drops Unfold all the knots, expose the have-nots My hoes pose with pot like young Goldilocks We got white bulging rocks, Ziploc stocks to cop We never closin' shop, we hot, steaming hot I'm Susie Sarah plot, a click clack, p-pop-pop [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean] I think I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I think I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I know I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I know I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I think I love her5

Hip-HopRap

What U Doin? (Bullshitting)

Big Sean

[Intro] Boi, boi, boi [Verse 1] I-I-I say that shit again, I said it once before I just, I just, I just, I just want it all I glisten and shine with misses' fine model chick, big behind Bad enough to skip the line but to me she just a nine I hop up out that double-0, you can call me Mr. Bond Bitch, I am a monster, I belong in District 9 [Refrain] Catch me in my office, office, doing business Fuck you doing? Bullshitting [Verse 2] I get all the eyes when I step inside and They all arise when I am arrivin' Bring out the Rose, Nuvo, Ciroc and Bring out the OJ like Johnny Cochran I guess they on son, cause my neck look like horizon Just a million people behind me and I don't have Verizon [Refrain] Man, I'm chillin with my niggas nigga, and a couple cool bitches Fuck you doin'? Bullshittin' See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Verse 2] Me and my nigga SayItAintTone Hundred pretty girlies singing our song Yeah I kick my feet up you can't say that I ain't home And I be blowing on that reefer you can't say that it ain't strong And she just, she just, she just, she just want a long dick I put it in her mouth and now that bitch look like a conehead [Refrain] When I'm done? Go ahead (Nigga what the fuck?) What you thought this is? (Hell naw) Fuck you doing? Bullshitting [Verse 3] I hear, I hear, I hear man but that shit just don't compare I tell you you the best, when I'm looking in the mirror By the time y'all over here, I'm prolly over there And by the time you riding what I'm riding on I'm in the air No wonder why my mind is so cloudy, I'm drowsy My frequent flier miles is in the thousies, I'm outtie [Refrain] Somewhere chilling in Maui, swimming with the scuba fishes Fuck you doing? Bullshitting [Verse 4] Nigga I be splargin, I beg my pardon Cause y'all niggas is starving, looking for a bargain Gone and roll that weed yea I think it's time to spark it Cause I be running through them trees niggas call me Tarzan What you think? We won't stop! Gone stop? Silly ho I'm living out my dreams, don't you dare hit that alarm clock [Refrain] I'm laid up with your girlfriend You knocking like, "What you doing, nigga?" (What you doin', man?) I'm like, "Fuck you doing?" (Aww, come on, man!) Bullshitting [Coda] Ha! Boi... (D-Town, nigga!) I hit you with an AMC, my nigga, that's a full clip And you could be like me if you just quit with all the bullshittin' [Outro] I do it! Boi, boi, boi Earl Mack, what up! Finally Famous in this, gettin'... money D-Town, nigga! G.O.O.D. Music, what! Boi, boi2

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Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous

Big L

[Intro] ("Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get Did you think anybody in this town is any different? They don't give a damn who gets killed Just as long as the dice keep rollin The hoes keep hoeing and the money keeps flowin") [Verse] My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds On 139 and Lenox Ave. there's a big park And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark 'Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax They're sneakier than alley cats That's why I carry gats Yo, I'm a muthafuckin' fugitive Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live Because to me it's all about a buck I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck We stormed the city, shooting shit up like Frank Nitti We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50 One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash Then I murdered his ass and took his half Because I'm all about ends and skins When you got those, you don't need no muthafuckin' friends If I catch you on a late night, black, you're getting stuck, jack My moms told me to get a job, fuck that Ayo, picture me getting a job Taking orders from Bob, selling corn on the cob Yo, how the hell I'mma make ends meet Making about 120 dollars a week Man, I'd rather do another hit I want clean clothes, mean hoes and all that other shit Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin' connivin' muthafucka Breaking in cribs with a crowbar I wasn't poor, I was po' - I couldn't afford the 'o-r' I used to wait until it gets dark And tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast I vicked this nigga named Eugene, took his brand new ring 'Cause sticking up's an everyday routine Once I was cruising in a beat-up ride Saw this nigga named Clyde And snuck up on him from the blind side I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked Oh you're broke? *gunshots* Now you're dead broke" The Big L was called crazy A top-notch crook snatching pocketbooks from old ladies I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck Even rob a Miller truck, 'cause I don't give a fuck Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim Once a burglar broke into my house and I robbed him Plenty and many brains I bust 'Cause I was livin' the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous You might also like[Outro] Word All of us from Harlem 139 That's living the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous KnawhatImsayin? This goes out To my brothers Big Lee and Don Ice Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich Dice I can't forget the 1-4-0, Lennox Ave. crew And I gotta say rest in peace to Mate the Skate, Dog And my man Kerry, peace Now what kinda life is that for a child? Now what kinda life is that for a child? Now what kinda life is that for a child? Now what kinda life is that for a fucking child? Word to mother, fuck all that stupid shit Controversial, not commercial, nigga16

Hip-HopRap

Sam’s Town

The Killers

[Verse 1] Nobody ever had a dream 'round here But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me Nobody ever pulls the seams 'round here But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me [Verse 2] I've got this energy beneath my feet Like something underground's gonna come up and carry me I've got this sentimental heart that beats But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now [Chorus 1] Why do you waste my time? Is the answer to the question on your mind And I'm sick of all my judges So scared of what they'll find But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home Every now and then [Break] Well, have you ever seen the lights? Have you ever seen the lights? [Verse 3] I took a shuttle on a shockwave ride Where people on the pen pull the trigger for accolades I took a bullet and I looked inside it Running through my veins, an American masquerade See The Killers LiveGet tickets as low as $79You might also like[Verse 4] I still remember grandma Dixie's wake I've never really known anybody to die before Red, white and blue upon a birthday cake My brother, he was born on the fourth of July and that's all [Chorus 2] So why do you waste my time? Is the answer to the question on your mind And I'm sick of all my judges They're so scared of letting me shine But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home Every now and then Every now and then [Outro] You know I see London, I see Sam's Town Holds my hand and let's my hair down Rolls that world right off my shoulder I see London, I see Sam's Town now9

Rock

Wild Horses

The Rolling Stones

[Verse 1] Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted, I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through my hands [Chorus] Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away [Verse 2] I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain Now you decided to show me the same No sweeping exits or offstage lines Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind [Chorus] Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away [Verse 3] I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie I have my freedom, but I don't have much time Faith has been broken, tears must be cried Let's do some living after we die You might also like[Chorus] Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day [Chorus] Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day27

Rock

The Bad Touch

Bloodhound Gang

[Intro] Ha-Ha! Well now, we call this the act of mating But there are several other very important differences Between human beings and animals that you should know about (I'd appreciate your input) [Verse 1] Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts Yes, I'm Siskel, yes, I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up You've had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you're out of bounds I want you smothered, want you covered, like my Waffle House hash browns Come quicker than FedEx, never reach an apex, just like Coca-Cola stock, you are inclined To make me rise an hour early, just like Daylight Savings Time [Chorus] Do it now You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals So, let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals So, let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Getting horny now You might also like[Horn Interlude] [Verse 2] Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it Hieroglyphics, let me be Pacific: I wanna be down in your South Seas But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory" So, if I capsize on your thighs high tide, B-5, you sunk my battleship Please turn me on, I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip So show me yours, I'll show you mine, "Tool Time," you'll Lovett just like Lyle And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files" [Chorus] Do it now You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals So, let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals So, let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Getting horny now [Horn Interlude] [Bridge] You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals So, let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals So, let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it now [Chorus] You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals So, let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals So, let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Getting horny now37

Rock

Evil Deeds

Eminem

[Intro] Lord, please forgive me for what I do For I know not what I've done [Hook] Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds [Verse 1] Momma had a baby and its head popped off Head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped off But Momma don't want me, the next thing I know, I'm gettin' dropped off Gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off Ring-ring-ring on the doorbell of the next door neighbors, on their front porch Their front porch, their front porch, their front porch, their front porch But they didn't want me neither, so they left me on someone else's lawn Else's lawn, else's lawn, else's lawn 'Til somebody finally took me in, my great aunt and uncle, Edna and Charles Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles, they were the ones who were left in charge My elementary, they'd gang up on me and sing this song Sing this song, sing this song, sing this song, sing this song It went a little something like "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn" Momma why do they keep sayin' this? I just don't understand, understand And by the way, where's my dad? You might also like[Hook] Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds [Verse 2] Predominantly, predominantly, everything's always predominantly Predominantly-white, predominantly black. Well, what about me? Where does that leave me? Well, I guess that I'm between predominantly both of 'em I think if I hear that fuckin' word again, I'ma scream While I'm projectile vomitin'; what do I look like, a comedian to you? Do you think that I'm kiddin'? What do I look like, some kinda idi... Wait a minute, shit, don't answer that; why am I so misunderstood? Why do I go through so much bullshit? It's such bullshit, it's tush mull bish "Woe is me, there goes poor Marshall again whinin' about his millions And his mansion and his sorrow he's always drownin' in And the dad that he never had, and how his childhood was so bad And how his mom was a dope addict, and his ex-wife, how they go at it Man, I'd hate to have it as bad as that Mr. Mathers claims he had it I can't imagine it. That little rich, poor, white bastard Needs to take some of that cash out of the bank and take a bath in it Man, if I only had half of it" Shit, if you only knew the half of it... Haha [Hook] Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds [Verse 3] Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds Please release me from these demons I never had any of this shit planned, Mom, please believe I don't wanna be Satan's spawn Never got the chance to say I'm sorry Now look at all the pain I caused Dear Santa Claus, why are you not comin' this year again? What did I do that was so bad to deserve this? Everything could have been so perfect But life ain't a fairytale. I'm about to be hoisted up in the air Forty feet below me there's people everywhere I don't even know but who feel like they know me 'cause I'm in this ferris wheel And all I wanna do is go to the mall and take Hailie on the carousel Without this crowd everywhere I go, but life is like a merry-go-round Here we go now, do-si-do now, curtains up, the show must go now Ring-around-the-rosie, the show's over, you can all go home now But the curtain just don't close for me, this ain't how fame was supposed to be Where's the switch I could just turn off-and-on? This ain't what I chose to be So please, God, give me the strength to have what it takes to carry on 'Til I pass 50 back the baton, the camera's on, my soul is gone [Hook] Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds I said, Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds (Evil deeds, evil deeds, evil deeds) [Outro] [Gunshot] [Crowd cheering] Oh! Last one, baby, let's go Last one, baby, let's go Detroit!54

Rap

S.T.P.

Sublime

[Chorus] All that I need Look at all the love we found, oh-oh I won't run and pull no one jack move They love us for the Kingston sound, oh-oh [Verse 1] Flava Flav and I.C.E Once said somethin' that made me Want to burn my liquor store down to the ground But I just can't leave the pad 'Cause I'll surely wind up dead 'Cause I know they're out there waiting and watching for me Still, I got my yellow cat And my wooden baseball bat And my shiny silver gat, and if my homie got my back Then I've got [Chorus] All that I need Look at all the love we've found, oh-oh I won't run and pull a one jack move They love us for the Kingston sound, oh-oh [Bridge] Oh, oh-oh I won't slip and I won't trip Send Matt Vargas to regrip While I'm wrenchin' on my ride In that secret pad where we hide There's always lots of fun stuff to do Like relax and design a brand new tattoo Playin' with my crossword puzzle book I'm even learnin' how to cook You might also like[Verse 2] Have you seen that little whore, Betty? Someone said that she stole my freddie And if she made off with my last clean rig I'm going to kill that fuckin' ditch pig, so what? Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad 'Cause I know you're talkin' about me, makin' it hard to live 'Cause I don't want no money fee, don't want no money down My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest dope spot in town I just take it nice and easy Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me [Chorus] 'Cause all that I need Look at all the love we've found, oh-oh I won't run and pull the one jack move They love her for the Kingston sound, oh-oh [Outro] Baby, you wanna give me kisses sweet Only for a night, with no repeat Baby, you wanna leave and never call Oh, but the taste of honey is worse than none at all5

Alternative

My Downfall

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro] *Phone rings* Yo...hello? Faith?! Motherfucker *Click* *Phone rings* Yo I'ma kill you, motherfucker Hello? I'ma kill you, you motherfucker Word? I'm gonna get you, motherfucker You better watch your motherfuckin' back That's my word nigga Get the fuck outta here Better watch your motherfuckin' back Watch my back? Word? I'm gonna get Biggie, I'm gonna kill Biggie You soft duke, you soft Fuck all you niggas, you all ain't SHIT Watch your motherfuckin' back Eat a dick *Click* [Interlude: Puff Daddy] Jealousy's a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers! If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker! See when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down! Motherfuckers don't even know you, and they don't like you You might also like[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set off Shoulda pushed him dead off, wipe the sweat off (uhh) 'Cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man You wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!" Cryin', know my friends is lyin' Y'all know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers Or the Desert, dyin' ain't the shit, but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot Givin' cats the opposite of diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company (uh-huh) Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be with me Sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still [Chorus: DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray, they pray) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin' Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team and Be more gone than Freeman I took the cream and, moved to new places, new faces Fuck the screw faces, 'cause when I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggas can't bang with us, try to do me My crew be unruly (what) Some old school cats that call gats toolies Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies And fuck without rubbers (what) Specialize in killin' wives and grandmothers Who ya trustin', shit When Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin' Killin' ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin' broads home On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks 'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit [Chorus: DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray) To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray) To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall, fall [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy)] We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds Niggas want my team to stop shinin' Pray my fame start declinin' Whinin' like girlies (stop whinin' you bitches) We been around the world twice, all we got is mo' ice And mo' nice, sacrifice your heart Lexus with the automatic start (what) Fifty shots'll tear your club apart Eatin' shrimp À la carte, with some bitches from Brussels Eatin' clams and mussels Uhh, octopus, pretty face no waist I just want the bush, so I can mack it Give her a package to push, 'cause I work them hoes Pendejos I show you how to play them hoes Can you just visualize it? Before I go to sleep I check the beds and the closet So I can sleep safe, not too many keep a mil' in the briefcase Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait [Chorus: DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray) To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall, fall [Interlude: Puff Daddy] See, y'all motherfuckers live off of negativity What y'all niggas need to get through your motherfuckin' heads Is that, y'all fuckin' with some niggas that's on a higher Motherfuckin' level -- we don't give a fuck About what you think about us how you feel about us What you got to say about us We gon keep doing our motherfuckin' thing From now 'til the year three thousand bitches! You can't breathe, you can't sleep, you can't eat Without thinkin' about us! And without thinkin' about us on your mind We gon' haunt your asses MOTHERFUCKERS! [Chorus: DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray) To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall, fall (They pray, they pray, they pray, they pray) (They pray, they pray)11

Hip-Hop

Snap Yo Fingers

Lil Jon

[Intro: Lil Jon] What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Click What's up 40? What's happenin'? What's up Sean Paul? What's happenin'? Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time To turn this thang on out Now let me see everybody do this Hey! Let's go! [Hook: Lil Jon] Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! You can do it all by yo self! Let me see you do it! Ay! Let me see you do it! Ay! Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! You can do it all by yo self! Let me see you do it! Ay! Let me see you do it! Ay! [Verse 1: Lil Jon] Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon' drop wit it Do a step with it, put your hips with it All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it You can't do like me, I'm by myself I do it so good, I don't need nobody else What's happenin', what's up Got da perc' fired up What's happenin', what's up Got Patrón in my cup I pop, I drank I'm on Patrón and perc', I can't thank I'm blowed, to the do' Don't know how the hell I'm gettin' home You might also like[Hook: Lil Jon] Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! You can do it all by yo self! Let me see you do it! Ay! Let me see you do it! Ay! Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! You can do it all by yo self! Let me see you do it! Ay! Let me see you do it! Ay! [Verse 2: E-40] Straight from the Bay, posted in the 'A' Bout to hit the club, we been mobbin' all day Drinkin' on some Rossi, Jon on Patrón VIP status, strapped wit my chrome Look around the club, what do I see Everybody rockin' side to side to the beat Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to the groove All by they self, that's the new move Nigga, where I'm from, we like to go dumb I'm soakin' up the game, I'm seein' how it's done I ask shawty what they call it, she said 'the Pool Palace' Straight from Bankhead, I said 'you good at it' Do what'cha do, you and ya crew They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too The mo' that I drank, the more it's lookin' smooth It's nuthin' to a boss, I can do the shit too [Hook: Lil Jon] Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! You can do it all by yo self! Let me see you do it! Ay! Let me see you do it! Ay! Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! You can do it all by yo self! Let me see you do it! Ay! Let me see you do it! Ay! [Verse 3: Sean Paul] Chillin' in the vip, yeah, we gettin' crunk Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk Rollin' up the kush, put it in the air I'm throwin' up the E's to let 'em know we in here Brand new shoes, brand new tool Pull out the ol' school 'cause I'm feelin' real cool Yeah I'm from the 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin' Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my Glock BITCH! Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from the Dec When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck Smokin' on the best, we don't fuck wit dat mess I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this Yeah I'm back to the track, back to the snap 1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back This is how we do it in the A town (And if you ain't know) This is how it goes down [Hook: Lil Jon] Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! You can do it all by yo self! Let me see you do it! Ay! Let me see you do it! Ay! Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! You can do it all by yo self! Let me see you do it! Ay! Let me see you do it! Ay! Hey! Hey!4

Hip-HopRap

Bad Influence

Eminem

[Chorus] (Just pull the plug!) People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin' to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol (C'mon!) C'mon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! (Just pull the plug!) People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin' to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol (C'mon!) C'mon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! (Just let it go!) [Verse 1] Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space I'ma sit on top of the world (Right here), and shit on Brandy and Mase I'm more than ill, scarier than a white journalist In a room with Lauryn Hill, human horror film But with a lot funnier plot, and people'll feel me 'Cause I'ma still be The Mad Rapper whether I got money or not (Yep) As long as I'm on pills and I got plenty of pot I'll be in a canoe paddling, making fun of your yacht But I would like an award for the best rapper to get One mic in The Source and a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might just end up back strikin' at Ford And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicodin for? Everybody's pissin' me off: even the No Limit Tank Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off No shit, I'm a grave danger to my health Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself? You might also like[Chorus] (Just pull the plug!) People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin' to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol (C'mon!) C'mon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! (Just let it go!) People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin' to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol (C'mon!) C'mon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! (Just do it!) [Verse 2] I'm the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin' corners Lookin' for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beatin' James Todd Senior Across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in a wild hood as a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse And ain't shit changed, I kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed ninth grade You probably think that I'm a negative person, don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence, I just encourage it (C'mon) I laugh at the sight of death, as I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind, you and a friend Can jump off of a bridge, and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out, I'm blowin' mine out Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now [Chorus] (Just let it go!) People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin' to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol (C'mon!) C'mon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! (Just pull the plug!) People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin' to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol (C'mon!) C'mon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! (Just do it!) [Verse 3] My laser disc'll make you take a razor to your wrist Make you satanistic, make you take the pistol to your face And place the clip and cock it back And let it go until your brains are rippin' out your skull So bad to sew you back would be a waste of stitches I'm not a role model, I don't wanna babysit kids I got one little girl, and Hailie Jade is Shady's business And Shady's just an alias I made to make you pissed off Where the fuck were you when Gilbert's paid to make me dishwash? I make a couple statements and now look how crazy shit got You made me get a bigger attitude than eighty Kim Scotts And she almost got the same fate that Grady's bitch got I knew that "Just the Two of Us" would make you hate me this much And "Just the Two of Us," that ain't got shit to do with us And our personal life, it's just words on a mic So you can call me a punk, a pervert or a chauvinist pig But the funny shit is that I still go with the bitch! [Chorus] (Just pull the plug!) People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin' to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol (C'mon!) C'mon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! (Just let it go!) People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin' to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol C'mon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! (Just do it!)17

Rap

The MC

Wale

[Verse 1] Bitches on my line, this a probate H2O flow and I don't hold gate This is no trial, this a closed case I swear my mans flippin' birds like a road rager Im no angel, my hoes like a Sega Streets of Rage 2, I make them hoes skate, don't let the flow escape Just let me flow above, im blowing loud out the clouds "TURNT UPPPP" And these worth bucks, fuck ifs or maybes Yeah surfs up Harlem hoes say I'm "wavy" LA girls say I'm "hella tight" I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight Call it what you want I'm what you like I'm ballin all my life I'm Sydney Dean ya'll Wesley Snipes Never really been into the ice My lady friends never really be into the life I like a deep thinker,I like a wine drinker I like a dutty wine bitch with some vagina piercing I like a good listener,I like a sense of humor I like a ho that likes a ho just for my amusement OK, I like to think I'm likable I like to think I write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts Don't know why they fightin' fo, dont know why they arguin' Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this They be on that water here, put a couple in the air Then they get that chopper like they dont know where a Target is And I'm shoppin like I don't know where a Target is Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid Neiman Marcus shit (Stupid Neiman Markus shit) Bring the hook,I think I need to spark again See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Hook x2]] MC'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter Uhh! yeah smokin yeah I should stop Everyday is 420 every moments Woodstock Everything is good but these haters wish I would stop Penetrating the culture but I do it til' this Wood Stop, Uhh! Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by Lyricist Got it lock like Styles Sheek Kiss and them The irony in that is I ain't all about the benjamins Im all about my woman friend, benefits to get it in BBM Pinnin me some pictures in they intimates Womanizing to say the least And everything after Nautilus ain't a beat Daytona 5 Grey S5 With the baddest out of 3 dimes Lisa "Left" Eye My Flow Chilly TBoz Watch with 30 rocks in it No Peacock, a little NBC talk I smoke and let the tree talk I'm goin at the green Rock-steady/Bee-Bop No Longer do I freestyle, Money for the strippers They comin after me huh they probably off the dippers They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets I love them fly swattin bitches, pull my fly down when im wit em'6

Hip-Hop

I Get Lonely

Drake

[Verse 1] Waited on you for so long Too many days since January I'm still sitting here alone We should've did this already Said I got a email today Kind of thought that you forgot about me But I wanna hit you back to say Just like you, I get lonely [Chorus] Baby, I could really get to know you Take my time and show you Don't tell anybody what we do When I get lonely Take me to another place where I'll be Face to face, just you and me with no rules Just like you, I get lonely too Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Just like you, I get lonely too Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Just like you, I get lonely [Verse 2] Ready for us to get it on Ain't got a love to call steady Hope it ain't like that for long I'll be your friend if you let me Don't wanna come on strong 'Cause too many people wanna get me But you know I do what I gotta do Just like you, I get lonely See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus] Baby, I could really get to know you Take my time and show you Don't tell anybody what we do When I get lonely Take me to another place where I'll be Face to face, just you and me with no rules Just like you, I get lonely too Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Just like you, I get lonely too Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Just like you, I get lonely Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha I get lonely too Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Baby, I could really get to know you Take my time and show you Don't tell anybody what we do When I get lonely Take me to another place where I'll be Face to face, just you and me with no rules Just like you, I get lonely too Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Just like you, I get lonely too Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Just like you, I get lonely [Outro] I get lonely I get lonely Just like you27

Hip-HopRap

Who Killed It?

Nas

[Verse 1] Look here see, Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad Guess they'll never play it again Sam Damn that was my jam, now she's on the lam She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam While these two compete on who's the star of the show Golden legs there makes off with the dough I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher "He said one glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker They say her old mans a bootlegger Transporting in any weather and at this rate we'll never get her" Fellas, think it's time to call it a night All this talk of this mystery dame's getting me tight Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right Hate to spoil the party, "What are you guys havin', the same? Waiter another round for the gang." It's strange how I always felt outta place Joe the Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckle Face So I said "See you later." 'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper So I pulled the revolver on my waist up Between the patrol car and the gray truck Behind the street lamp was a silhouette White gloves and a real long cigarette What do you know all this time she's got me in her scope She spoke, says, "The devil got you guys by the throat Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence That's the reason why Eric B. is not president." You might also like[Break] Well what do ya say Ya see? Ya see? Ya see? [Verse 2] Look here see, I know you got soul you're trying to hide it How did you kill a man out in Cypress One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin' She says, "Walk this way, I'll tell you a children's story." We hit the bodega got her a few 40's We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide Swallowed it, whole bottle's half empty Drinks like a fish, now she's past tipsy The truth came out as we got to her suave house Chopped and screwed her mouth and sat me on the couch I said, "It's gettin late, come on, give it to me straight Who's ya sponsor lady?" She says, "Bill Gates." What are ya born '77 or '78? She says, "Nah it goes way to an earlier date Slave times," claims the slaves said rhymes But she fell in love with some fella named Clive Who? "Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave The Bronx.", now she shows me the cash I said who's Clive, don't play with me skirt She said Clive Campbell, he's Kool Herc [Break] Ah-ha! Ah-ha! [Verse 3] Listen up sweetheart now we gettin somewhere As she's talking, she starts vanishing in thin air But before she dropped the money bag on the floor and died She said if you really love me I'll come back alive7

Hip-Hop

Woo-Hah!! Got You All in Check

Busta Rhymes

[Produced by Busta Rhymes & Rashad Smith] [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah (Ha! Ha!) Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah (Ha! Ha!) Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] When I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct Woo-hah! Got you all in check (Ha, ha!) I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck Woo-hah! I got you all in check (Ha, ha, ha!) And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque Woo-hah! I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, don't ever disrespect Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Busta Rhymes up in the place-ah, true indeed-ah (Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed-ah I'm guaranteed to give you what you need-ah (Ha! Ha!) One blood everybody like Junior Reid-ah (Ha! Ha!) Wake up every mornin', yo, I must succeed-ah Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede-ah Yo, Willie mek we roll some weed-ah (Ha!) Mad charged nigga now I must proceed-ah Yo, we 'bout to make moves, set speed-ah (Ha! Ha!) Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed-ah Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed-ah Body blows bustin' your shit, makin' you bleed Just feed off dynamic flows and take heed-ah (Ha! Ha!) Need more information, homeboy, then just read, ay, yah! (Ayy!) You can read all about the pure breed-ah (Ha! Ha!) Do the bogle dance, man, do the pepperseed-ah See Busta Rhymes LiveGet tickets as low as $99You might also like[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] When I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct Woo-hah! I got you all in check I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (Ha! Ha!) And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (Ha! Ha!) Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes? (Ha!) Top Gun shut down your firm like Tom Cruise Please! Let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, breakin' shit down to molecules (Ha!) Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues (Ha!) Busta Rhymes always headlines the street news Woo-hah! Hey, baby girl, don't be confused (Hey) Sail my seven seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really wanna know who's (Ha!) Comin' through leavin' blunt stains and residues Sorry, homeboy, but your flow sound used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules (Ha!) Whenever I travel the world, I landcruise (Ha!) If you choose to fuck around, you get bruised Now I got you gassed on super unleaded fuels (Woo!) Give me room, give me some space, yo, excuse [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] When I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (Ha, ha! Ha!) Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (Ha! Ha! Ha!) [Bridge: Rampage | Busta Rhymes] (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) You now rockin' with the best (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Busta Rhymes comin' through from the Flipmode Squad (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Boy Scout's who I be (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Straight to your dome, we comin' straight to your dome (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Bringin' all new ruckus to all you rap motherfuckers (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Uh! Boy Scout's who I be (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Flipmode is the squidad (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Busta Rhymes, break it down like this, ugh! [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Yo, which motherfucker stole my flow? Eeny, meeny, miney, moe (Ha!) Throw them type of niggas right out my window (Ha!) Blast your ass hit you with a direct blow (Ha!) Bohh! Comin' through like G.I. Joe (Ha!) Star Wars movin' ill like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso (Ha, ha!) Always shine 'cause I got the Hi-Pro Glow (Ha, ha!) You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low (Ha!) Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0 Macked out with my dreads and my Kangol (Ha!) Forget the Moet, nigga, just pass the Cisco (Ha! Ha!) Yo, take a trip down to Mexico (Hey) Come back with that shit that might make you psycho (Ha, ha!) Maximum frequencies through your stereo (Ha, ha!) Sorry this is it but, homeboy, I got to go (Hey!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Yo, when I step up in the place, ayo, I step correeeect! Woo-hah! Got you all in check I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neeeeck! Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (Ha, ha!) And you know we come through to wreck the discotheeeeque! Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha!) Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespeeeect! Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (Ha, ha-ha, ha!) [Outro: Busta Rhymes | Rampage | both] Hey, hey, hey, ho, hey (All in check) Yo-yo, heeeey (Flipmode is the squad, hey, got you all in check) Yo-oh, hey, ho, hey (Flipmode is the squad, hey, got you all in check) Heeeey (Flipmode is the squad, hey, got you all in check) Ho, hey (Flipmode is the squad, Boy Scout, you all in check) Yo-yo, heeeey (Flipmode is the squad, Scout, you all in check) Yo-oh, hey, ho, hey (For the 1995, yo, got you all in check) Heeeey (The Boy Scout, yo, got you all in check) (Busta Rhymes in the—)10

Hip-HopRap

Teach Me How to Dougie (Remix)

Cali Swag District

[Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri] (J.D. you need to stop!) You know what this need (this need me) You know what this need (this need me) Uh, I drop this in the club when I be DJ'n From left to right, everybody start swaying I be, I be seeing girls tapping niggas on the shoulder, saying "Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie" Then I pull it back, start it from the top, and all the bitches love me I'm the 24-hour stunner roadrunner nigga, can't catch me Get green like Bill Bexby, damn I mean Bixby Stay in the 6-speed, my corner in the club is where the fucking chicks be And the flicks be, popping like the red carpet That California swag with a little college-park shit Fat ass, small waist, lil' Cali-Park chick Came up to me, came-came up to me and said "Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie" If you really wanna know, then girl you gotta go to D-Town "Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie" But until then shawty, check me, check me out now [Hook - Smoove] Everybody love me Every-everybody love me Everybody love me You ain't messing with my dougie You might also like[Verse 2 - Smoove] (Remix!) They be like "Smoove, you know you gotta rip on the remix" I'm telling these guards, "better work on your defense" I'm Kobe in the clutch, you other niggas suck And I'm no B. Jennings, getting Milwaukee Bucks! What's the deal? I'm fresh like dougie and I keep getting pussy Cause all my bitches love me And my swag bring em' in nigga not my money It ain't tricking if you got it but I am no dummy [Verse 3 - B.o.B] Ay, they be like B.o.B, (What?) "how you do that in Atlanta?" (Yes) She said she like my dougie now she jigging off my grammar Well basically she got it down and dirty like Dianna I got the Cali puff, you can't find that in Atlanta I hit her with that flex till she getting preg You heard what I said, hit her with a test, then she know what's next I teach ya how to dougie, teach ya how to swag walk I ain't talking about that swag that come in a plastic bag (Oh no) This is ain't a infomercial, this does not come with a tag I'll take the game, beat it up, and leave it on this bag B.o.B. up on this track, in a Jason mask, so I'm finna hack Everything in sight, nothing's left in tact I'm, stuck to the seat with no seat-belt Don't worry about me cause I don't need help Ride around down A-Town up 85 with a phone on my hip [Hook - Smoove] Everybody love me Every-everybody love me Everybody love me You ain't messing with my dougie [Verse 4 - JayAre] Had to remix it, cause I didn't mention Me and M-Bone been taking down video vixens 007 boys, we be on missions He gonna teach 'em how to dougie I'mma make 'em do the dishes Fuck these niggas, my palm itches I get money, do good business Teach em' how to dougie, God as my witness Everybody dancing, and everybody listen (Ay!) [Verse 5 - Red Cafe] (6 minutes) My dougie so fresh, I keep a bunch of fly misses They all let me cut, no butterfly stitches Fresher than Febreze, in the major league Yes I'm the shit, though I do attract fleas Everyday I pop tags, I'm a fly motherfucker I don't even drive, I'm so fly motherfucker Big ole ass, body like Serena Make it, make it go back and forth, is your name Aaliyah now [Hook - Smoove] Everybody love me Every-everybody love me Everybody love me You ain't messing with my dougie [Verse 6 - Yung] Okay, my swagger on flight, my dougie so fresh Kill it dancing, now I'm on like wings on a jet Shucks, we brought it to the hood, like a brand new set Cali what I rep got the game by the neck Something like a necklace, shout-out to Dallas, Texas They taught me this dance, now these hoes cooking me breakfast D-Town boogie, with a little Cali spin Remix on the track, you know we had to get it in [Verse 7 - Bow Wow] Mr. Murk-A-Verse, killa remixes Young Bow Wizzle with that Cali Swag District Backpack on, snap-back on Modern day LL, girls can't leave him alone Phantom two-tone, money too grown If I stood on my wallet, I'd be 8 feet tall Stelly Phel turn it up, I'm about to burn it up Smoking on that Cali good got a nigga high as fuck (What it is!)3

Hip-HopRap

I’m a Thug

Trick Daddy

[Intro] Funk, hit me up with some of that thug Yup, just like that, hit 'em in the chest with it One time, one time again in the head For Buddy Roe y'all, check it out [Refrain] I don't know, what this world's gonna bring But I know one thing, that this is the life for me Baby cause I'm a thug All day every day, baby cause I'm a thug Wouldn't change for the world; uh uh, cause I'm a thug That's right you heard, baby cause I'm a thug Ah hah, oh yeah; check it out [Verse 1] Could it be my baggy jeans, or my gold teeth That make me different from y'all Ain't trippin' dog, but listen dog I was raised a little different than y'all I'm just doin' my thing, usin' my ghetto slang And I'm representin' thug shit Niggas who I roll with Watch them niggas they're gon' love this Niggas who - out on bond, on the run And got ten years on parole Since you can't say it dog, I'mma say it for y'all Motherfuck the po-po's Fuck the judge and C.O.'s, fuck the D.A. and P.O.'s Fuck the family of the victim Witness, and snitchin ass hoes - nigga You might also like[Refrain] I don't know, what this world's gonna bring But I know one thing, that this is the life for me Baby cause I'm a thug All day every day, baby cause I'm a thug Wouldn't change for the world; uh uh, cause I'm a thug That's right you heard, baby cause I'm a thug Ah hah, oh yeah; check it out [Verse 2] See I'm so tight, niggas be like That nigga got so many hoes And I know he got clout, look at his mouth That nigga got so many golds Niggas be tellin' they hoes There's some'n up with that nigga Bitch I've been watchin' you watchin him You must wanna fuck this nigga My name alone, been known to break up happy homes No disrespect dog But you ain't have no business even answering her phone (Hello, who is this) If your ass was home, then Me and her couldn'ta been gettin it on And you couldn't have been hittin her right Cause ever since that night she been hittin the phone She want a thug [Refrain] I don't know, what this world's gonna bring But I know one thing, that this is the life for me Baby cause I'm a thug All day every day, baby cause I'm a thug Wouldn't change for the world; uh uh, cause I'm a thug That's right you heard, baby cause I'm a thug Ah hah, oh yeah; check it out [Verse 3] Since y'all niggas wanna smoke the blunts, pump the guns I'mma show you how to thug it dog, thug it dog Give me half a pill, and some Zephyrhill And I'm like fuck it dog, fuck it dog Long as my ecstasy got the best of me, ec-stasy Then none of you niggas ain't stressin' me I got one request in this bitch And you can have the rest of this shit, bitch If a nigga drop some shit, it's wack as hell And don't make no damn sense Take it back, talk about it, and tell your dog Don't even buy that shit And I don't care who he is, or where he from I represent thug shit And you ain't gotta give me my props or nominate me Cause dammit, I love this [Refrain] I don't know, what this world's gonna bring But I know one thing, that this is the life for me Baby cause I'm a thug All day every day, baby cause I'm a thug Wouldn't change for the world; uh uh, cause I'm a thug That's right you heard, baby cause I'm a thug Ah hah, oh yeah; check it out8

Hip-HopRap

Seven Nation Army

The White Stripes

[Verse 1] I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Takin' their time right behind my back And I'm talkin' to myself at night because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind, behind a cigarette [Pre-Chorus] And the message comin' from my eyes says, "Leave it alone" [Instrumental Chorus] [Verse 2] Don't want to hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell And if I catch it comin' back my way, I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you want to hear, but that's what I'll do [Pre-Chorus] And the feelin' comin' from my bones says, "Find a home" [Instrumental Chorus] You might also like[Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] I'm goin' to Wichita Far from this opera forevermore I'm gonna work the straw Make the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleedin' and I'm bleedin' and I'm bleedin' right before the Lord All the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think no more [Pre-Chorus] And the stains comin' from my blood tell me, "Go back home" [Instrumental Chorus]114

Rock

How Come

D12

[Intro: Eminem] So I changed, huh? You got a phone Pick it up, call me [Chorus: Eminem] How come we don't even talk no more? And you don't even call no more? We don't barely keep in touch at all And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine, we even beefing now After all the years we've been down Ain't no way, no how, this bullshit can't be true We family, ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you [Verse 1: Eminem] We were so young, so full of life and vibrance Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit When Ronnie died, you was right by my side With a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it You even had the same type of childhood I did Sometimes I just wanna know why is it That you succame to yours and mine, I survived it You ran the streets, I nine-to-fived it We grew up, grew apart as time went by us Then I blew up, to both yours and mines surprises Now I feel a vibe, I just can't describe it Much as your pride tries to hide it You're cold, your touch is just like ice And your eyes is a look of resentment I can sense it and I don't like it You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] How come we don't even talk no more? And you don't even call no more? We don't barely keep in touch at all And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine, we even beefing now After all the years we've been down Ain't no way, no how, this bullshit can't be true We family, ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you [Verse 2: Kon Artis] It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse On my own album with a deal, but shit got worse 'Fore I came out, I woulda killed a nigga first 'Fore I let him disrespect me, or check me over some worrisome Bitch that I wasn't with, I woulda hit it and quit But you were planning to talk with her and tell her she was the shit I told you don't get involved with her You would smoke in the car with her Coming out of the bar with her, stumbling, half-drunk Like y'all was husband and wife or something But me catching her fuckin' other niggas Must've hurt your pride or something 'Cause you woof off at the mouth to people Like you want it with me When all I tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced You acting like I ain't your mans and lying like she can't be loose But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell you the truth Don't hate the game or the player, the one that's changing is you [Chorus: Eminem] How come we don't even talk no more? And you don't even call no more? We don't barely keep in touch at all And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine, we even beefing now After all the years we've been down Ain't no way, no how, this bullshit can't be true We family, ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you [Verse 3: Proof & Eminem] It gets lonely at the top 'cause my homie had to stop Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block And homies in the hood only see me on the tube So they gossip on the porch, get to speaking all rude Fools I used to rap with all expect magic Like my finger get to snapping and poof, it just happen But Proof is just acting out the part he was thrown Shady made it so my babies ain't starving at home See the devil in your glance, since the ghetto, we been friends Forever real intelligence, that's forever till the end I peep the hatreds in your eyes and the Satan in your lies Ain't wasting my time with these snakes in disguise How come when you talk, it's with bitter and spite? And how come it was my fault for what you did with your life? And every time I go to hear you and play, you look away We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face [Chorus: Eminem] How come we don't even talk no more? And you don't even call no more? We don't barely keep in touch at all And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine, we even beefing now After all the years we've been down Ain't no way, no how, this bullshit can't be true We family, ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you21

Hip-Hop

Jedi Mind Tricks

Lupe Fiasco

[Verse] They tryin' to censor the influencer Just makes me sicker, influenza, yeah I'll abide by the censorship Soon as they ride I'll get back on my nigga shit Can't reverse The boy-game Advanced, complete the genesis I've broke bread with societies menaces I've dedicated sentences to the dead, and said hold your heads to my niggas doin’ sentences I send condolences to the victims but, threats to the witnesses On my path I was facing a paragraph, myself So they sentiments is felt When you hate your own and discriminate of self In a cell gotta make your home, coz you might never make it home Suicide on your side might commit it with your belt Keep your pants on homie Streets are damn so lonely, like only A bunch of niggas won’t help, nah That’s the enemy of stealth Plus if they get caught how you gonna keep your heart fatigue The hustler’s diet is the enemy of health, give you heart disease Arteries hard but its hard to leave the bread alone Aren’t we hard headed, headed for harm, but don’t fret it homes From the twist tied to the butt We be rippin’ it up From the horror to the cure, don’t force the issue To you my niggas in the war, may the force be with youYou might also like4

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Wouldn’t Get Far

The Game

[Intro] For you baby, I'd find you For you baby, I'd find you For you baby, I'd find you [Verse 1: The Game] I done been around the world, been around the block Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac Like Vida Guerra, ass took her to the top She'll give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cot Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez She was Eye Candy in the XXL Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell I knew she (Wouldn't get far) 'cause five hundred dollars Can't get you that (Far), how you get that (Far) And all these new video bitches tryin' to be Melyssa Ford But they don't know Melyssa Ford drive a Honda Accord She a video vixen, but behind closed doors She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards, ha ha [Chorus: The Game] (You wouldn't get far), fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies (You wouldn't get far), if you kept your legs closed (It would be just a waste of time) But you know, (You wouldn't get far), fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West] Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes Did I have under my belt, like boxers? Not to brag but, if it add up One, two, nigga, that's mad nuts Game, you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me? The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team Head so good he don't ask for a pre... nup Now ask yourself this question, umm Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O? Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo? Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo? Well why the hell you think these bitches comin' at me fo'? But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio, yo [Chorus: The Game] (You wouldn't get far), fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies (You wouldn't get far), if you kept your mouth closed (It would be just a waste of time) But you know, (You wouldn't get far), fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all [Verse 3: The Game] I done had my share of bitches with long hair Short 'do like Kelis or Halle in Boomerang, yeah I been around the block in the Bentley drop-top In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was fuckin with Scott I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes And ain't nobody tryin' to take Beyoncé from Jay But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day The things niggas do when pussy sittin' on they face Stabbed Un in the stomach She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman On that superhero shit Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, fo' Impala, forget the double D's I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch Toccara And she ain't win the show but she ridin' in that Gallardo That's why I fuck 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow [Chorus: The Game] (You wouldn't get far), fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies (You wouldn't get far), if you kept your legs closed (It would be just a waste of time) But you know, (You wouldn't get far), fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all [Outro: The Game] God damn, you know what I'm sayin' I'm sittin' back watchin' Kanye video And I see the same bitch That was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video Then I flip the muh'fuckin channel Checkin' out my uncle Snoop Dogg video And I see the same bitch, that was in MY video You know what I'm sayin' And then y'knahmsayin, to make that even mo' fucked up I'm watchin' Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina I see the same bitch on Oprah Floatin away on the hood of a Camry That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video I mean damn, everywhere I look Everywhere I go, I see the same hoes Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real, yeah22

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Hypnotize

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy)] Uh, uh, (Uh, come on) [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy)] Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Niggas don't think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (That's right) Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who Do somethin' to us, talk go through us (Come on, do it) Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who, us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (He, he) Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' (Nothin') So I just speak my piece, keep my peace (Come on) Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (Thank you) Packin', askin', "Who want it?", you got it, nigga, flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it [Chorus: Pamela Long] Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (Ha) You might also like[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (Uh-huh) Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (That's right) All Philly hoes go with Moschino (Come on) Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi Now who's the real dookie? Meaning, who's really the shit? Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass Gonna blast, squeeze first, ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars I'll still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment (Uh-uh) At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff "Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement" Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (Not Guilty) Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (Come on) [Chorus: Pamela Long] Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] I can fill you with real millionaire shit (I can fill ya) Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (Come on) Wreck it, buy a new one Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice So, get with this nigga, it's easy (Uh-huh) Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me round ten Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (That's right) Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin' Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly (Slowly) Hit 'em with the force like Obi (Obi) Dick black like Toby (Toby) Watch me roam like Romey (Romey) Lucky they don't owe me Where the safe? Show me, homie (Say what, homie) [Chorus: Pamela Long] Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid169

Hip-Hop

VCR / Wheels

Tyler, The Creator

[Part 1: VCR] [Intro] Yeah, haha [Verse 1] I don't want to play you I just want to tape you undressing And I'll lay you down and record soft porn If it's romance then it's hardcore If it's horror, pop the popcorn The thoughts to rape you really turns me on [Chorus] Press my buttons baby Just to press buttons Press my buttons baby Yeah Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press my buttons baby Bitch [Verse 2] You're my favorite show, any chance I get I try to watch Die-hard fans can't stop with the tapings Sort of like a psycho when I can't stop with the rapings Of the VHS, especially during sex, baby You might also like[Chorus] Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press my buttons baby Yeah Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press my buttons baby Bitch [Verse 3] Ready to watch? I'ma slip it in the tape deck But put it in slow-mo, I don't want to bust the tape yet, press play Now this is what I call an evening A live show, almost equivalent to the screening Your dream movie? I'm the clearest copy Now time for Blow, I'm Johnny deep with the rarest poppy Snort a little, now you're getting groovy 'Cause I'll kill you if I find out you're watching some other movies, bitch [Chorus] Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press my buttons baby Bitch Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press my buttons baby (O.F.) Bitch Press my buttons baby Press my fucking buttons baby Press, please Stop! [Part 2: Wheels] [Verse 1] Danielle, Danielle, yeah you heard about Raquel Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key [Chorus] Can I sleep over And wake up next to you? (I want you bad) I want to feel you near Just let me whisper in your ear Um [Verse 2] We can kick it on the couch, blunt you can roll it up But I'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest I skated all day, I just need some rest and your breasts [Chorus] Can I sleep over And wake up next to you? I want to feel you near Just let me whisper in your ear Um [Verse 3] We can count the stars on the hood of your father's car He's a buster anyway, I can take him any day Look into your eyes I realize that I like you so much That was corny, now I'm horny, can I have a kiss? Kiss [Chorus] Can I sleep over And wake up next to you? (Bitch) I want to feel you near (Yeah, got you, bitch) Just let me whisper in your ear Um [Verse 4] We both teenagers with the same mind state How about some ice cream and some South Park for this first date? Your cat is waiting for that raw fish, I can't wait Get it? [Chorus] Can I sleep over And wake up next to you? I want to feel you near Just let me whisper in your ear Um34

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Speaking in Tongues (Freestyle)

Justin Bieber

Speaking in tongues Yaba-diba-diba-da-da Voila, I'm killing this--caca Call up Lady Gaga On my--on my telephone Hella dome You're my girl; beats, no metronome My new chick, she a yellow bone I buy yellow stones cuz I like the way she got that yellow on So I'm a raptor, tearin' it up like a tractor Matter of fact, I'm killin' this track, you're a slacker Sack like a sacker Hello Mr. Brady Tell em' leave his hair for the guy who sings "Baby" Baby, someone try to save me, lately I've been hearing these things that sound crazy Like....da- da- da Speaking in tongues....alright OK, stop, drop and roll Justin Bieber is on fire It's time to realize it's time to call me young sire You're the seller, I'm the buyer You're the teller, and I'm higher I'm higher than the highest point and, yes, I'm flyer And I'm wired to the game Stay dry when it rains I'm tired of the fame, are you proud of the pain? Yes, we're the same, yes I'm insane And my mane hangs down, I'm a puppet got strings I murdered that man, OK You might also likeShawty Mane, Shawty Mane What you doin' Shawty Mane? Haha I'm Justin Bieber You guys might know me, uh as the guy that sings Baby You know uh I'm a singer A pop singer Uh I'm white! But um I just wanted to do this Just to prove that uh I got skills On the rap game So...yeaaah, what up Julkeyz? I killed that, alright peace3

Pop

Slaughterhouse

Joe Budden

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Ayo, Joey, what you said, 24, right? (Uh) A'ight, cool, I got you, uh [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] I define gutter - every time I rhyme I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine, brother - my mind hovers Above all you jive suckers wishing, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at me, I'm throwing a shot back Yours is on a joint, mine's whistling by your top hat Yeah, I'm cool, but you violate, and I'll cock back Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap I'm sick and tired of niggas lying, they fifth is lying In the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron Y'all be making up stories the little kids is buyin' I do everything my pen state (Penn State) like a Nittany Lion I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong - pause Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared The pretty girls go, "Papi, here's my underwear" (Yeah) Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor I'm PS4 in HD, and the screen is plasma You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter Between us, the gap's so crazy I'm Gucci, Louis V; you're Gap, Old Navy I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies You're suburb, I'm gutter where the gats go crazy You might also like[Verse 2: Nino Bless] Fuck a lecture, ain't tryna be Pun's successor That term's done fucker, what up whatever You birds is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers I'm young and clever, plus clutch under pressure, yup Who does this better Walk around with metal all on me like the front of Shredder I lust for cheddar you owe me Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure I'm somethin' like a phenomenon Dropping bombs for fun then dine in Hell during Ramadan Whatever I'm rhyming on or whoever I tear 'em apart; swear on my pops No fear in my heart, shit been through it all Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws I'm all that and a bag of the baddest piff Off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like sick cracker shit Get back, dumb birds I ignore the hype Click-clack, Yung Berged if you flossing ice Dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the price It'll cost you, I'll off your life You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on this mic Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin' light And I feel like I'm forced to fight When the CHiPs are down like Ponch fallin' off his bike Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan like What's really poppin', who diddy-boppin You wasn't really, now you all Common and really conscious I ain't with that silly nonsense, I really pop shit My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics I stay evolving but grown bitter On your grave they're carvin' "Fucked with the wrong nigga" [Verse 3: Crooked I] I don't write I kill a pen, leak its blood on the page I breathe bars like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage Instrumentals get fucked on the stage A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and fuck with somethin' my age Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at peace Only when I'm eating the deceased like quiche Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast You'll be missin' until fishermen see your corpse I'll be in Michigan sticking a chicken in my Michelin Ready to pigeon pitch again from Switzerland to New York I was whipping Bentleys before them pictures up in The Source I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo shit Shoot you while you're talking on some news camera crew shit Sicker than flyin' in past tense on some flu shit Day-old asshole flow, I drop new shit Exclusive, you don't want it in fact I'll have the doctors operating on the front of your back Tryna keep your stomach intact The spiritual you, leavin' your body, he don't wanna go back That's when the tunnel go black I send your soul to the atmosphere Fuck outta here and your ringtone rap career It's Crooked I: the face of Eastside Long Beach Put your ear to the street so you can hear my heartbeat [Verse 4: Royce da 5′9′′] Nickel, yeah I hope niggas know I'll show up to your show I'll show up where you go, show up to your do', foes will explode Shells 'fore they hit the floor, I know niggas know I got a open window flow, I air shit out In the D they used to call me Mayor Royce Now they call me Clay Davis Guess why, "sheeeeeeeeeeee-it" 'Cause when it come to them words you know I wear shit out I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray Ice cold Ice Cube flow like O'Shea Ridin' shotgun with Chris Martin - my DJ Not the White boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay Forever stay violent, better stay silent Hammers stay humming like strumming the mandolin violin Speaking of, I done played a tune of violence More than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic I wrap niggas up, clap niggas up, scrap niggas up Either that or we gon' slap niggas up Dump dirt on you right before I go Into my Maino mode if I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya Til it ain't no mo', ain't no dough Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin' anal probe I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my nigga JumpOff Can I keep goin' (why the fuck not) When I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty Now I'm spittin sittin' between Shady and Jay I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then wave 'Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't shave I leave the booth smellin' like somebody ain't sprayed I would talk about Kimbo, but I ain't crazy I'm like Marty McFly Goin' back in time and dissin' his momma, nigga, you can't fade me [Verse 5: Joe Budden] Mic check, they say he a bastard for real Then they see the ass on his girl So they wonderin' why's he so mad at the world I take it out on tracks; I R.I.P. it So even to the producer, it's hard to I.D. it Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest I insist your men just do your best Bush rendish Endless, move more than two inches My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst So end this or see me mañana Or see the speed of a llama, underground prima donna That ain't hard to find, pop an E in a Honda With hands like E. Honda, he a monster I love war, it's like my pet peeve, kinda But for us to even beef, you should be honored My dick gettin' hard, I see vagina - pause Nah, rewind each line each time Speak mine and meet nine, mano-a-mano When it rains, it pours; grab a Teflon poncho You now fuckin' with Mouse, the head honcho Nigga I could fit your house in my condo I walk around like ratchets been legalized Just me and the Desert Eagle and an eagle eye Closed casket, now you having a boxed wake Zipper over your head, dude's callin' you Crotchface So y'all could bump "Swag Like Us" But the next time rap's discussed, add this as a plus Don't nobody hit the pad like us And would get up in that ass, but the fag's might bust And since poppin' tags is a must (what?) I hit the bank all I do is withdraw Chicks removin' their drawers now, your crew is in awe How you ball? Your jewels from a cubicle in the mall You gon' need another processor to process it I'll set it, I said it So keep running around hot-headed 'til you get hot leaded 'Til everything but your torso on you is prosthetic Digest it, niggas is pie-thetic Rap what you can't afford, y'all must got credit All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless, and Joell With Joe spell, NO L6

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Lollipop

Lil Wayne

[Produced by Jim Jonsin & Deezle] [Intro: Lil Wayne] Oww! Hahahaha Uh-huh No homo (Young Mula, baby) I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper" (Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) So I let her lick the rapper (Hahaha!) [Refrain: Static Major] She-She-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah) She— She licked me like a lollipop, l-lollipop (Yeah) Sh-Sh-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah) She— She licked me like a lollipop, lollipop [Chorus: Static Major] Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bottles in the club (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shawty wanna hump (Yeah) You know I like to touch (Yeah) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (She lick me like a lollipop) Shawty wanna thug, thug, thug (I like that) Bottles in the club, club, club (I like that, hahaha) Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (C'mon, yeah!) You might also like[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine (Yeah) She even wear her hair down her back like mine (Yeah) I make her feel right when it's wrong, like lying (Yeah) Man, she ain't never had a love like mine (Yeah) But man, I ain't never seen a ass like hers (Go!) That pussy in my mouth, had me lost for words (Go!) So I told her back it up like, "urp— urp—" (Yeah) And I made that ass jump like, "jermp— jermp—" (Hahaha! Yeah!) And that's when she... [Refrain: Static Major & Lil Wayne] She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that) She— She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that) She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Yeah, I like that) She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lil' mama!) [Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!) Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch (Yeah) Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah, shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that) You know I like to touch (I like that! Haha!) Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah) [Post-Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne] Okay (Yeah), after you back it up, don't stop (Drop it!) Drop it, shawty (Yeah) drop it like it's hot Ooh, drop— dr-dr-dr— drop it like it's hot (Yeah) Do-Do-Do— Do it, shawty, don't stop (Yeah) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit (Yeah) Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't this (Yeah) Shawty say the nigga that she with can't hit (Yeah) But, shawty, I'ma hit it, hit it, like I can't miss And he can't do this (Ugh), and he don't do that (Ugh) Shawty need a refund (Yeah), need to bring that nigga back (Ugh) Just like a refund (Ugh), I make her bring that ass back (Ugh, ugh) And she bring that ass back, because I like that (Ugh, ugh) [Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne] Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah I like that) Bottles in the club (Yeah, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (Yeah, I like that) You know I like to touch (Yeah) Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah) [Refrain: Static Major, Lil Wayne & Both] Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop I said, shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop Shawty wanna lick me... Like a lollipop (So I let her lick the rapper) She— She lick me like a lollipop [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug) Bottles in the club (Bottles in the club) Shawty wan' hump (Shawty wan' hump) You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps (Hahaha) Stat! [Bridge: Static Major & Lil Wayne] Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!) Call— Ca-Call me, s— so I can get it juicy for you (Go!) Call— Ca-Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!) Call— Call me, s-s-so I can get it juicy for you Call— Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (I said, hmm, mmm) Call— Ca-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you (Hmm, mmm) Call me, so— so I can make it juicy for you (Mmm, mmm) Call— Call me, so-so-so I can get it juicy for you (Mm-hm) [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Static Major; Lil Wayne] Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (I like that) Bottles in the club, club, club (Yeah, I like that) Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps I say, shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch (Yeah) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I get her on top (Yeah), she drop it like it's hot (Yeah) And when I'm at the bottom, she Hillary Rodham (Ha) The middle of the bed (Yeah), giving, gettin' head (Yuh) Givin', gettin' head (Huh), givin', gettin' head (Haha) I said hmm, mmm (I like that) Said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that) I said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that) Mm-hm [Bridge: Lil Wayne] Say, call me, so I can come and do it for you Call me, so I can come and prove it for you Call me, so I can make it juicy for you Call me, so I can get it juicy for you [Refrain: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop (Haha!) She— She lick me like a lollipop, l-lollipop I said he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (What you do?) So I let her lick the rapper She— She lick me like a lollipop55

Hip-HopRap

Uptown

Drake

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah Uh-huh [Verse 1: Drake] Uh, hardly home but always reppin' You hardly on and always second When I'm awake, you always restin' And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned I, I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions Other niggas' situations, they are all depressin' That's why I never follow y'all suggestions I just always did my own thing Now I run the game, you stupid motha-suckas I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better 'Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her [Chorus: Drake] It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Verse 2: Drake] Yeah, wrong way down a one-way Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you" And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me givin' her mouth-to-mouth Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin' Wayne Brady Damn, whose line is it anyways? I'm in a daze, you been amazed Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage I'm on fire, yup, I've been ablaze I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real Put it to your life [Chorus: Drake] It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on [Verse 3: Bun B] Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust Or maybe like a python, that's the type of shit I'm on I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mane, this gon be a great night Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night This that major moment you've been waitin' on for too long The best that ever did it and doin' it on a new song UGK and Young Money, too strong Bound to be in the green like a crouton, so what the fuck is you on? [Chorus: Drake] It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy I own the swagger supermarket and you, you just a bag boy 'Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy Soowoo, bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you, bitch And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my strudel, bitch I'm so uptown And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah And now I'm on that rock shit But why they let me in? I'm just gon' shoot 'em in the mosh pit Haha, fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout? Young Mula, baby [Chorus: Drake] It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on32

Hip-HopRap

Take One for the Team

Kanye West

[Chorus: Pusha T] Doin' my thing, pocket full of green Hand on my dick in my thousand-dollar jeans Your girl a queen, my girl a thing You know what, though? I'ma take, I'ma take this one for the team [Interlude: Kanye West] Hehe I'ma take this one for the team G.O.O.D. Music! Yeah, ugh [Verse 1: Kanye West] You know what? I figured out I'm not a nice guy I shook hands, kissed babies, gave it a nice try You know what? I hate pictures of other people kids I hate plastic couches in other people cribs I hate when other people cribs smell like shit I hate when I leave and smell like the crib What's the cause of the poor smell? She said, "I just cleaned up", baby, I can't tell Why every ghetto bitch gotta smell like Love Spell Or that God damn cucumber Bath and Body Works? I can still smell the sweat, the shit hardly works What about Cool Water? That shit probably worse This here a classic like the La-Di-Da-Di verse And my man probably hollered at the hottie first I scored, he took the charge Oooh, that shit gotta hurt You might also like[Chorus: Pusha T & Kanye West] Doin' my thing (Hah), pocket full of green (Yeah) Hand on my dick in my thousand-dollar jeans (Yeah) Your girl a queen, my girl a thing (Ehh) You know what, though? I'ma take, I'ma take this one for the team [Verse 2: Pusha T] Never mind me, 'Ye, have fun If the cops ask, that's my gun That's my weed, anything you need I'ma take, I'ma take, I'ma take this one for the team One fat ass, one flat ass Nigga hit the switcheroo on my black ass Ever seen Joe's Jeans on a jackass? And my bitch got on tights with a tack ass I'm a fly nigga, and I carry on With them bottles of that Rosé and Perignon Ever seen how a kingpin carries on? Dookie rope link chain and a herringbone The real shit, gotta feel this First class flights, baby, that's a field trip Double date, don't cooperate, kill switch Fuck me and my man, you a real bitch [Chorus: Pusha T & Kanye West] Doin' my thing, pocket full of green (Yeah) Hand on my dick in my thousand-dollar jeans (Yeah) Your girl a queen, my girl a thing (Yeah) You know what, though? I'ma take, I'ma take this one for the team [Interlude: Kanye West] Ladies and gentlemen It's G.O.O.D. Music in the house And we got... Keri! [Bridge: Keri Hilson & Kanye West] Boy, I know you the one that I heard about (Hah) And I know you workin' with it through word of mouth Looks like I'ma have to test you in and out It's a dirty job but sometimes you gotta Take it for the team (Hah) Take it for the team Take it for the team (I like your mentality, baby) Take it for the team (Hahahahaha) [Verse 3: Cyhi the Prynce] (CyHi!) I'm blowin' on stinky that come in a jar (CyHi!) Playin' with her kitty, made her come in the car (CyHi!) She a redbone but her cousin is dark (CyHi!) A little out of shape but she'll fuck in the dark Until she start complainin' 'bout her feet hurt I'm trying to fuck, she talkin' 'bout she want to eat first I'm like, "Why did this bitch have to bring her?" Tryin' to get her back to the nest so I could sting her So I hit Big Sean on the ringer I said, "I got a chick for you that look like a singer On a scale of one to ten, she's a fifteen-er" Man, you shoulda seen a nigga face when he seen her He said the bitch wasn't pretty enough to finger On my team, she would be a fifth-stringer I said, "I got the fine one in the Bimmer I'm the point guard and I need a wing, take it for the team" [Bridge: Keri Hilson] Take it for the team Take it for the team Take it for the team Take it for the team [Chorus: Pusha T & Kanye West] Doin' my thing, pocket full of green Hand on my dick in my thousand-dollar jeans Your girl a queen, my girl a thing You know what, though? I'ma take, I'ma take this one for the team I'ma take this one for the team G.O.O.D. Fridays I'ma take this one for the team [Verse 4: Kanye West] It's the nigga they love to hate But all the bad model bitches they love to date You need to check my swag and get up to date Check, check my swag and get up to date We in the bathroom now, she get her back blew out She can't clean but I bet she got a vacuum mouth And I bet I'm gon' sweat her Vidal Sassoon out Her friend bust in, goddamn, who brought the raccoon out? For the team, uh [Break: Kanye West] Like we always do at this time Like, like we always do at this time I go for, I got to Like we always do at this time Like we always do at this time Go for, I got to Like we always do at this time Hah, like we always do at this time Southside, we gon' set this party off right This time This time Yeah, yeah Mike Dean on the keys Hey, oh [Outro: Kanye West] They love to hate Bad model bitches, they love to date They need to check my swag and get up to date Check-check-check my swag and get up to date Aye, it's the nigga they love to hate But all the bad model bitches, they love to date They need to check my swag and get up to date Check-check-check my swag and get, uh, aye16

Hip-HopRap

Fairytale

Cam’ron

[Hook: Avery Storm] I keep the lights on, nothing you can tell me I'm moving past you, none of you facing me I'm in that White House, I'm what all that hype's about I am the general I keep the lights on, the head of this family I moves mountains, there's nothing you can sell me I tear the world down just to build it back again Like it's a fairy tale [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Boy, chill -- 'course the boy will Do you greasy -- BP oil spill Boat rides, bow ties Coke flies so high, oh my Listen, scram, Cam'll turn you into maggot food Baby girl, you coming or not? "Damn, Cam! You rude!" Nah, I'm Eric Wright, [nigga] with a attitude Then I hit her with some 'Pac -- "I ain't mad at you" Y'all stay shook, I'm straight crook I made appointment for head, that face book And I stay in drama, but anything with honor I hit your BBM -- your broke baby momma And I won't stop, I'm on my Diddy [shit] Yeah, they start to like me, then they find out I'm a idiot All they do is look and say, "Mmm-mmm, pretty slick" And your girl is like my knot -- pretty thick You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2] Shout to my black president, Obama Tell the cops chill, though; find Osama Secret Service, sorry -- I don't want no drama You'll be enemy of the state; whoa, mama! Gucci boots with the strap, all brown, though You're worthless, same circus -- different clowns, though My scoundrels on Greyhounds with pounds, though We take trips with bricks -- hey, you down, ho? Don't question me, play enough clown, yo I get the whistle cause you're way out of bounds, mo We fly high, fly guys, aideo! Y'all burgers like Five Guys, adios [Hook] [Verse 3] Young girls say I'm fly, cute -- I reply mute F5 coupe I pull up to my stoop Kissing in public? That's preposterous Superman? Nah, but the crip is Metropolis My day? It consists of driving bricks Picking money up, getting head, copping kicks Then the studio -- I don't even stop and piss "Go shopping now, Cam?" -- c'mon, stop it, miss [Hook]1

Comics and Games

Fuck Da Bullshit

Young Money

[Intro: Birdman & Nicki Minaj] Yeah, cut it up, gimme a light Yeah, and by the way, nigga It's Young Mula, First Lady Ugh, yo, yo [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen Balenciagas, only things I be steppin' in Pucci bathing suits, only thing I'm dressin' in 'Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran Got-Got 'em writin love letters in they jour-n-al Keep 'em on they toes like a midget at the urinal Bad-Bad-B-B-B-B-Bad as I wanna be She ain't bad, she a sad little wannabe [Chorus: Birdman & Gudda Gudda] Yeah, fuck the bullshit It's big money poppin', Young Mula Yeah, just like that What up, young nigga? Let's go Gudda, brrrat! Uh [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Okay, we runnin' this shit, when we walk in the building Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin' from the ceiling Young Money, we 'bout to kill 'em, I promise I make a million And if they didn't have no hands, I'll bet them bitches gon' feel 'em I'm talkin' money and power, you getting money? I doubt it Fresher than baby powder, with your bitch in the shower That pussy, I'ma devour, I beat it up 'til it's sour No need for you to even trip, bitch, I'll be done in a hour, let's go You might also like[Interlude: Birdman & Lil Wayne | both] Yeah, that's more like it, Junior! Uh [Verse 3: Lil Wayne | Birdman] They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry I say the sweeter it is, you dig? Buried Then the bullshit varies, and it got me wary But I know two are the same, call it "murdered" and "married" (Believe that!) Hustling is so necessary, with no adversaries But ain't no love like a calendar with no Februarys I'ma need four secretary and four Bloody Marys I'ma go eat me some pussy and choke off the cherry, I'm gone [Verse 4: Birdman] Yeah, fully loaded with it To the ceiling with it More money than you ever seen, nigga! Aight, Drizzy Drake [Verse 5: Drake & Birdman] Look, kill the game, no one recovers the murder weapon Young Angel, if you hate me, tell me burn in heaven (Brrrrat!) How'd ya sleep on me? The highest earnin' freshmen Like your third infection, I hope you learned your lesson Yeah (Yeah), I spit raw, but I prefer protection I own a heart and a mind and a shirt she slept in Bitch, I got the answer and still ain't heard the question I shut your club down, please reserve my section Fuck a confrontation, there ain't no cake in it And I'm cakin', bitch, so tell me why I'd take a break from it The mother of your child always tell you I'm her favorite She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with She say, "Ooh, you taste good," I say, "Ooh, just savor it" She know that she love a nigga, I be on that major shit 'Cause I get paid to stand and I get paid to sit So I don't walk around with money, baby girl, I'm made of it1

Hip-Hop

1901

Phoenix

[Verse 1] Counting all different ideas drifting away Past and present, they don't matter, now the future's sorted out Watch her moving in elliptical patterns Think it's not what you say, what you say is way too complicated For a minute, thought I couldn't tell how to fall out [Chorus] It's twenty seconds 'til the last call You're going, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey" Lie down, you know it's easy Like we did it over summer long And I'll be anything you ask and more Going, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey" It's not a miracle we needed And no, I wouldn't let you think so Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it [Verse 2] Girlfriend, oh, your girlfriend is drifting away Past and present, 1855-1901 Watch them built up a material tower Think it's not going to stay anyway, think it's overrated For a minute, thought I couldn't tell how to fall out [Chorus] It's twenty seconds 'til the last call You're going, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey" Lie down, you know it's easy Like we did it over summer long And I'll be anything you ask and more Going, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey" It's not a miracle we needed No, I wouldn't let you think so Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it You might also like[Outro] Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it43

Alternative

Kids

MGMT

[Intro] Five, four, three, two, one, ah! [Verse 1] You were a child crawling on your knees toward it Making mama so proud, but your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing You pick the insects off plants, no time to think of consequences [Chorus] Control yourself, take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself, take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted [Verse 2] The water is warm, but it's sending me shivers A baby is born crying out for attention The memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror Decision to decisions are made and not bought But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot, I guess not [Chorus] Control yourself, take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself, take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted You might also like[Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Control yourself, take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself, take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself, take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself, take only what you need from it A family of trees74

Rock

Electric Feel

MGMT

[Verse 1] All along the Western front People line up to receive She got the power in her hand To shock you like you won't believe Saw her in the Amazon With the voltage running through her skin Standing there with nothing on She gonna teach me how to swim [Chorus] I said, "Ooh, girl! Shock me like an electric eel Baby girl Turn me on with your electric feel" I said, "Ooh, girl! Shock me like an electric eel Baby girl Turn me on with your electric feel" [Verse 2] All along the Eastern shore Put your circuits in the sea This is what the world is for Making electricity You can feel it in your mind Oh, you can do it all the time Plug it in, change the world You are my electric girl You might also like[Chorus] I said, "Ooh, girl! Shock me like an electric eel Baby girl Turn me on with your electric feel" I said, "Ooh, girl! Shock me like an electric eel Baby girl Turn me on with your electric feel" [Instrumental Break] [Outro] Do what you feel now! Electric feel now Do what you feel now! Electric feel now Do what you feel now! Electric feel now Do what you feel now! Electric feel now Do what you feel now!64

Rock

Temptations

2Pac

[Sample] Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy [Intro: 2Pac] Yo, Mo Bee, mayn, drop that shit! You know what time Boo-yaow! I know it's time for you So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'? And uh, throw up that finger! Hey yo, throw y'all fingers up! Thug style, baby, thug style, y'know? [Verse 1: 2Pac] Tell me, baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if you only let me touch ya If I'm wrong, love, tell me 'cause I get caught up In the life I live, it's Hell see, I never thought I'd See the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard? I've been known to clown and get around, that's my word See you walking and you looking good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killing me With your attitude to match, right? Don't be phony 'Cause I hate it when you act like, you don't know me I've been stressing in the spotlight, I want the fame But the industry's a lot like, a crap game Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go Can't be with you every minute miss, another show And even though I'm known for my one night stand (Look here) I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go... You might also like[Hook: 2Pac] Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Throw up the finger! Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy And all my homies go Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Give 'em the finger! Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy You know what, baby, it's like... [Chorus: Easy Mo Bee] I know you've been searching for someone To make you happy and get the job done You say you needed a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care? [Verse 2: 2Pac] Will I cheat or will I be committed? Heaven knows Getting weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go In my ride and I'm all in, gettin' high I can hear the people calling I'm passing by Everybody knows I'm balling and to God Gotta keep myself from falling, but it's hard All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do? Getting shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool Should I stroke or should I wait a while? You decide If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper some dirty words In your ears as I kiss ya on every curve Slow down baby, don't rush, I like it slow Can't hold it any longer, so let it go Open the gates to your waterfall up in Heaven And don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was.. [Hook: 2Pac] Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Give 'em the finger! Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy And all my homies go Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Give 'em the finger! Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy It's just the thug in me You know what, baby, it's like... [Chorus: Easy Mo Bee] I know you've been searchin' for someone To make you happy and get the job done You say you needed a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care? [Verse 3: 2Pac] A lot of people think it's easy to settle down Got a woman that'll please me in every town I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation Got me ready to release the fluid, sensation Sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand 'Cause even thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention Catch you blowin' up the telephone, reminiscin' I wanna take you to the movies and the park Let's find a spot for you to do me in the dark Now that it's passion, hold me tight Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight I know your man ain't lovin' you right You're lonely and depressed, you need a thug in your life Enough talkin', you want me to leave I'll get to walkin' See you later, 'cause baby, I'm a player, and all I heard was— [Outro: 2Pac] Give 'em the finger, and all my homies go Yo, this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey, y'know? Throw your fingers up! You know? They gonna peep this This how we run game on you All my niggas go, uptown in the, give 'em the finger! Throw your hands up, give 'em the finger!29

Gangsta Rap

Paris, Tokyo (Remix)

Lupe Fiasco

[Lupe Fiasco] Now if you never left Houston get a passport Never left Little Haiti get a passport If you live in South Central get a passport So you can see the world Yeah, and if you rep the five boroughs get a passport Or if you're in the Dirty South get a passport If you're on the Westside get a passport So you can see the world [Pharrell] Now I've been known to levitate Like a hobo tryna catch a freight To get away, and clear the day Then I'll be smilin' at the stars like the hood does cars Little ghetto mind you should travel like a bullet From your favorite gun's barrel or the Indian's arrow Mathematically aligned like the pyramids or Pharaohs Don't let 'em bring demise like you and your boys are cattle Fly to Paris, and end up in Tokyo Let's start a coalition so even the broke can go To all those that never sold coke before And with no ambitions to rock or roll Let my, people go To broaden their horizons Sharpen all they minds in Sharper than the prong or the Neptune's trident I'm just ramblin' - I ride my bike in the clouds Mr. Spielberg, hire me at Amblin (To the nigga Pimp C) God bless your life (And the creators of the syrup) I hope you're restin' right Because you screwed a lot of lives, kids and wives In my mind I'm goin' "woo-hoo" just like The Hives But in my mind, compromise my design Like a missin' puzzle piece, make completion hard to find Hours resuscitated by Capri Sun juice packs Woke up singin' N.E.R.D. songs and you can YouTube that Now stay away from people that pursuit they lack And remember your starter kit was this Lupe track Now one love (one love) one love (one love) Hey love, see you in Tokyo You might also like[Q-Tip] My new passport has been issued so I'm ready Trekkin the Sahara or grazin the Serengeti I am there if there's speakers in the place I will see a foreign face My magic carpet shuttles me through the human race But, no matter what's on her mood to foreign district My postcards so you I missed it It bein us, how we would discuss findin treasures Deep in choral reefs, Tigerbillies Islands of pleasure Holdin you my pretty 'til I get home to our city In this chitty-chitty bang-bang brutal to our bus So I, take it in, the wonderments of the world Samplin each cuisine, a dinner without a girl Presents for my people like these silly t-shirts While Rebecca's at the sound check hooked to Mic Works I remember days when the dollar was strong Hopefully it gets better, I won't be gone long - backpack [Hook: Lupe Fiasco] Let's go to sleep in Paris, wake up in Tokyo Have a dream in New Orleans, fall in love in Chicago Mayne, then we can land in the motherland Camel back across the desert sands Then take a train, to Rome, or home Brazil, for real Wherever I go she goes [Sarah Green] Yeah, I'd done seen Paris, and woke up in Tokyo But I'mma always be Sarah Green from the Southside of Chicago Just because you on Section 8 and he left It don't mean a thing ("Girl I can't go nowhere") Just come and take a flight with me Baby girl it's a world to see! (girl go on wit all that) I never thought the Seven Wonders of the World Would be so wonderful (for real?) You got your ghetto pass, now go and get your passport And make your swagger international (I'll think about it) If you can, catch a flight, you can go, in your mind Your destiny, YOU DECIDE! Wherever I go, we go [Lupe Fiasco] Oversees, even over here I over seer Like I'm tryna stop these slaves from gettin freer From the truth I never veer see, so, faithfully I steer As I ride through yo' city like Revere, revered Now everybody gon' and put yo' hands in the air All you haters with yo' hands in yo' ears - it's okay Cause later, it will sneak up on you like it's Metal Gear Put you in a chokehold and then unconsciously you'll cheer Remain upper tier, ain't no cryin down here Only shed is in the back, yard with the tools in it My hood's in disrepair with no schools in it All the food ain't got no fuel in it So crude, that's why I'm duelin it Some dude's thinkin what Rasulullah do in it Not what they did then, but now what do you do with it? I know you sick of all the rat-tat-tat-tat Well this the soothin sounds from the backpack rat pack Seein Sarah Green from the FNF crew Two from the Child Rebel and the Q When I be home I resist it like it's Ohms I was there, now I'm gone; Shalom! Yeah, and if you rep the Midwest get a passport If you from Detroit get a passport If you from Chi-Town get a passport So you can see the world Get that little black girl, a passport Get that little black boy, a passport If you ain't got one, get yourself a passport So you can see the world, yeah!1

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Usual Suspects

Rick Ross

[Produced by The Inkredibles] [Intro: Rick Ross] Maybach Music It's deeper than the verse baby It's deeper than the rap [Chorus: Kevin Cossom] Doin' 150 miles and runnin' Get up in my way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the dough but really ain't nothin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush, yeah you know us We the usual suspects The real definition of success Blowin' money cause I can and I love it From nothin', to somethin' You know us, we the usual suspects You know them boys on the dock tryna take us in Because we bringin' all of that paper in From nothin', to somethin' You know us, we the usual suspects [Verse 1: Rick Ross] 17, time to man up Feed the fam boy, I put that on these canned goods All I got was diabetes and a damn Ugg People talkin' down, callin' me a damn scrub Young niggas, all you want to do is roam free On your own feet, got to cook your own beef I'm too cool for lame dudes to ridicule I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimming pool I don't owe you niggas nothin' Throw me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin' Black Philip Drummond, limousines are the Hummer Penthouse suite, pretty beach, I call her Summer Lot of homies passed, see 'em in the future Runnin' so fast, on the gas, never neutral Got to keep a shooter while I'm ridin' in the 7 Higher than a kite by the time I get to Heaven See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Kevin Cossom] Doin' 150 miles and runnin' Get up in my way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the dough but really ain't nothin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush, yeah you know us We the usual suspects The real definition of success Blowin' money cause I can and I love it From nothin', to somethin' You know us, we the usual suspects You know them boys on the dock tryna take us in Because we bringin' all of that paper in From nothin', to somethin' You know us, we the usual suspects [Verse 2: Nas] And still my talent is yet to be challenged Had no jet with my own pilot, no blastin' off with Flex or DJ Khaled My mom stressin' college But my crude sense of logic did allude to my empty wallet Try spittin' on a green tinted Accord Which could mean a sentence up North, where the homie was But back then dough was like a whore that Goldie love, it didn't exist And Officer Foldy Cuffs was after my wrists Was not Beverly Hills where we chilled Imagine this, the Nazareth had to get from rags to rich I used to stand on rooftops with two Glocks Figurin', how do I turn my Timberlands to Crocs? Now reptiles was left out, I'm 'bout a watch, what is you thinkin'? Murk you, plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothing to me If you thuggin' or fake and shanked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans Dealt with all of you gangstas from the roughest Jamiacans and Haitians [Chorus: Kevin Cossom] Doin' 150 miles and runnin' Get up in my way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the dough but really ain't nothin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush, yeah you know us We the usual suspects The real definition of success Blowin' money cause I can and I love it From nothin', to somethin' You know us, we the usual suspects You know them boys on the dock tryna take us in Because we bringin' all of that paper in From nothin', to somethin' You know us, we the usual suspects [Verse 3: Rick Ross] If you follow physics, nigga, money never float Meanin' every day I'm livin' tryna stay afloat Comin' from a boss, I can predict a double cross Handlers managin' money they'll never come across Aspen to Africa, magnanimous numbers involved AK-47s singin' winter, by summer you fall I dealt with broads and those willin' to sell they soul Over cars and clothes, man I'm talkin' petty hoes As my fetti grow, fuck her, feed her Spaghetti-Os I'm club hoppin' in Cali, shout out to Harry-O Somebody dim the lights, triple black tux Keyser Söze in the flesh, it's time to catch up I run with niggas who destined to get a life sentence Get they baby mama a Lexus for them nice visits My nigga got a dub and love to do the push ups I got a million cash, tryna get the kush up [Chorus: Kevin Cossom] Doin' 150 miles and runnin' Get up in my way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the dough but really ain't nothin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush, yeah you know us We the usual suspects The real definition of success Blowin' money cause I can and I love it From nothin', to somethin' You know us, we the usual suspects You know them boys on the dock tryna take us in Because we bringin' all of that paper in From nothin', to somethin' You know us, we the usual suspects Doin' 150 miles and runnin' Get up in my way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the dough but really ain't nothin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush, yeah you know us We the usual suspects The real definition of success Blowin' money cause I can and I love it From nothin', to somethin' You know us, we the usual suspects You know them boys on the dock tryna take us in Because we bringin' all of that paper in From nothin', to somethin' You know us, we the usual suspects [Outro: Rick Ross] Maybach Music It's deeper than the verse baby It's deeper than the rap2

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Dead Presidents Freestyle

Lupe Fiasco

[Verse 1] No question, you ain't gotta A-S-K I fly through, pocket full of J-F-Ks I rise to, the occasion like toast With totes on the waist And I flood your watch flooded like a basement man You and my main foes fold like clean clothes Sub-machine holes the size of Shaq rings in between your eyes like nose Pinky mac ring like the song that Peedi Crack sings, I Propose Don't make me stand up, told you You ain't gotta have your hands up I was like, screw paper Then I ran round touched money, changed my mind Mind on my change so I tucked money hands down Now, in addition to the semi There's paper on the waist like Henry And niggas ain't seeing what I'm keeping concealed They wanna be it, chill; you would leak it if the secret's revealed Peep it, might leak it to polices and squeal Then you gotta hide money like Fresh or witness protect Went from, best to business exec in less than 4! You can get it in the chest like Fresh Anything not next to Tec is hidden in the floor So act like you Denzel or Rudy Ray Moore Wait, there's more: Let me catch you tappin' my floor like Savion or Morse Hope you like the sound of hollow, I got more I black out like DOS, how you gonna back out There's no back doors, like Porsche Or course, it's the Boss, Tony Danza of Stanza Springsteen of sixteens It's nothin' sweet, it's Lupe I am White people's Kool-Aid, it's mean The baller with the goggles like Kareem From Chicago with the models on the scene Duck fellas Better get down like duck feathers A rhyme or a crushed pepper A grinder yeah that's much better You a, dice game I'm a casino man Hustler for life, you hear the lingo and Find me covered in ice like Encino Man Only one missin' is Pacino, man Get it, ha haYou might also like2

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Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle

Ruff Ryders

[Intro: Styles-P] Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger generation to blow You know I brought my nigga with me D-Block [Verse 1: Jae Hood] Hey yo, it's Jae Hood bitch respect my bars The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage Niggas always talk breezy till the steel come out And slugs rip through their gums and their grill come out Motherfuck you and fuck your mans If I don't clap you in the dome I'm a leave clips in your diaphragm I'm the hood prophet Puff purple instead of chocolate Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip And I'm a stay on the corner like stop signs With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and the Glock nine When you speaking of the hardest nigga Bring hood's name up D Block bitch, we about to have the game chained up My words too strong, bars too powerful And your towel can't dry you when the dumdums shower you is boring And your whip was made that same year you was born in You might also like[Verse 2: Shiz Lansky] Listen man, Don't worry how many gats this crook has Just know I stay strapped like book bags Bitch is shook ass You just getting off your porch And me? I'm just getting off in court I could make sure your coffin bought Why would you mention a burner? There is a difference between rapping and attempting to murder Talking the shit you living and talking the shit you heard of You said fuck Larceny? What is you crazy, bitch? Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you speaking to The cats you speaking bout could show you what the heat could do A respirator is what you'll be breathing through And you got beef with who that you need toast The closest you came to beef was meat loaf When we pose with bats and pea coats Y'all niggas better be close [Verse 3: Cam] To fuck with Cam, y'all bitches better hope and dream Every gun that I own got a scope and beam When I approach the scene shake the dice, rook the team Best bitch on the east coast since Queen Latifah, buy reefer, fly diva Ride deeper, four pound bump louder than five speaker Spit fire, hot lava flow Don't get it twisted, I'm not one of them Prada ho's Catch me in Escada clothes, with a lot of dough That's not mine, it's his I need a lot more to live You got to get the king before the kid How you think a bitch like me afford to live motherfucker? [Styles] That's a bad bitch, Shiz you a bad ass nigga, It's the younger generation, killing y'all, Lock, get busy on these niggas [Verse 4: Lock] Hey look, I'm trying to sell mad gravy So I get birds from my crew and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady" You that crazy? Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting shells Your hand shake so much it shows up on the Richter scale I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell I don't just sell bricks, dog I got a bitch for sale So let me find the nigga that hating Lock No coffin, he get buried in the refrigerator box God damn, I'm a hot man I'm telling you straight up, I got my weight up, Jacob Call my wrists Roxanne Cause if I wore it in a dark room You and your man would hate it, I'mma look animated like a cartoon Bottom line, I'm telling you that you ain't fucking with me Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, come and get me I'm not a sucker, nor is any nigga running with me And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under fifty Nigga [Verse 5: Rockstar] Lock and blocks the motto Got more slow than Dr. Zhivago Same mind state that makes a poem rock in Chicago But I don't get my gangster from movies I'm a rockstar, 5 star teles, running with gangsters and groupies Come through and leave a voice sick Cause my F-type steers with a joystick I'm the heart in my era Listen, I lead an artistic life Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error My innate features, leave niggas dismayed, speechless And please don't mistake weakness for kindness I fuck with old timers So don't make me forget that you real and catch Alzheimers Motherfucking hoes never I spoil them Remember, I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballing The top dog, nigga, I'm the bare truth You want to get math? Nigga I'm the square root The Rockstar [Verse 6: Cassidy] I got mean stash You seen Cass get his thug on Strip my bitch, we kiss and get our hug on She what I put drugs on and get my grub on And dog, when you park your car, put your club on The next cat I put the snub on Ima clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's with gloves on Y'all love drawing, you should go to an art school I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels Trees in my shoes, polo in the dark blues And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use Fuckers, y'all stupid or something What's the point in pulling out your joint if you ain't shootin at nothing Dude, fronting will get you banged in the face If you have braces then you know how the banger will taste I'm near anything pertaining to cake And Just copped the blue lighting with the rectangular face Easy [Styles] Easy niggas, matter of fact fuck that go hard Cass' show these niggas how you built Grab your guns and bust off, my nigga [Verse 7: Cassidy] Yeah it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear I'm what you lame steer got the game scared Buy 'caine by the square, sell it by the o I run through snow like a reindeer The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like Rudolf I grind on the strip so hard I got blue balls I'd rather knock a q off then get blew off That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off You dudes are soft, really bitches like Ra Paul When's it's war I move out like U-hauls I'm a true boss I send eight balls to the corner My strip like a pool hall And I ball like I been in the sport My trigger finger itching like it got genital warts Don't play around with him boy (why's that) Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids Faggot!

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(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

The Rolling Stones

[Instrumental Intro] [Chorus] I can't get no satisfaction I can't get no satisfaction 'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try I can't get no, I can't get no [Verse 1] When I'm driving in my car And that man comes on the radio And he's telling me more and more About some useless information Supposed to fire my imagination I can't get no, oh no, no, no! Hey, hey, hey! That's what I'll say! [Chorus] I can't get no satisfaction I can't get no satisfaction 'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I try I can't get no, I can't get no [Verse 2] When I'm watching my TV And a man comes on and tells me How white my shirts can be Well he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke The same cigarettes as me I can't get no, oh no, no, no Hey, hey, hey, that's what I say You might also like[Chorus] I can't get no satisfaction I can't get no girl reaction 'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I try I can't get no, I can't get no [Verse 3] When I'm riding 'round the world And I'm doing this and I'm signing that And I'm trying to make some girl Who tells me baby, better come back, maybe next week 'Cause you see, I'm on a losing streak I can't get no, oh no, no, no Hey, hey, hey! That's what I'll say! [Outro] I can't get no, I can't get no, I can't get no I can't get no satisfaction No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction I can't get no21

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Paint It, Black

The Rolling Stones

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] I see a red door and I want it painted black No colours anymore, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes [Verse 2] I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love, both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day [Verse 3] I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door, I must have it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black [Verse 4] No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the setting sun My love will laugh with me before the morning comes You might also like[Verse 5] I see a red door and I want it painted black No colours anymore, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes [Outro] I wanna see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted Painted black, yeah85

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Never Enough

Eminem

[Verse 1: Eminem] There's not much you could do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie Will have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erased me I may be a little too fast-paced and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me Twenty times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm goin' too fast 'cause my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushing up daisies And gone as long as you place me amongst one of them greats When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die-hard fan who embraced me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me In the neighborhood daily that jumped and chased me It only made me what I am today, see Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or break me Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving To say to me, you had all this time to think about it Now don't pussy out and try to about face me 'Cause I've been patiently waiting for the day That we finally meet in the same place to see, You might also like[Chorus: Nate Dogg] No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh oh, it's never enough [Verse 2: 50 Cent] My flow's untouchable, now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics You gon' say the wrong shit and get your whole face split The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit Graze it, your peace talk, save it Your shit sounds dated, you're overrated I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you motherfuckers If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy – you payin' attention, boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it Shoot it or pop it, roll it, bag it or chop it It'll get you high over and over, but you gotta cop it When it's hot, it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it [Chorus: Nate Dogg] No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh oh, it's never enough42

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You Never Give Me Your Money

The Beatles

[Verse 1] You never give me your money You only give me your funny paper And in the middle of negotiations You break down [Verse 2] I never give you my number I only give you my situation And in the middle of investigation I break down [Verse 3] Out of college, money spent See no future, pay no rent All the money's gone, nowhere to go Any jobber got the sack Monday morning, turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go Oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go Nowhere to go [Instrumental Break] [Verse 4] One sweet dream Pick up the bags, get in the limousine Soon we'll be away from here Step on the gas and wipe that tear away One sweet dream came true today Came true today Came true today Yes, it did You might also like[Outro] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven8

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Fuck You Tonight

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & P. Diddy] Uh, I like that, you like that? Here's another one, and another one And another one, and another one Uh Whaat, whaat (C'mon) [Chorus: R Kelly & The Notorious B.I.G.] You must be used to me spending (Uh, uh) And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight Uh, here's another one And another one Uh, uh, what [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Some say the X, make the sex spec-tacular Make me lick you from yo' neck to your back, then ya Shivering, tongue delivering Chills up that spine, that ass is mine Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight If it's all right with you, we fucking (That's cool) Déjà vu, the blunts sparked, finger fucking in the park Pissy off Bacardi Dark Remember when I used to play between your legs? You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head Straight to your mother's bed Not the Marriott, we'd be lucky if we find a spot Next to your sister, damn I really missed the Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that Way she used to giggle when your ass would wiggle Now I know you're used to suites at the Parker Meridien Trips to the Caribbean, but tonight, no ends You might also like[Chorus: R Kelly & The Notorious B.I.G.] You must be (Uh) used to me spending You must be used to me (Uh) And all that sweet wining and dining (What) Well, I'm fucking you tonight Here's another one (Fucking you tonight) And another one (No doubt baby) And another one (Fucking you) What! What! Uh You must be used to me spending You must be! (Uh, uh) And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight Here's another one (Fucking you) And another one (No doubt about it baby, fucking you) Uh, uh [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Girl you look fine Like a wide face Rolex, you just shine I like that waistline Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb My style genuine, girl I love you long time I got you pinned up, with your fuckin' limbs up All because you like the way my Benz was rimmed up Bitch keep yo' chin up, please watch me do thee Nasty, like it when you make it move fast mami I like it when you tro' it pon me No love making, strictly back breakin' Cease know, all his hoes, go to my door Then they go to his flo', to fuck some more So no, caviar, Shark Bar, uh-uh Strictly sex that's sweaty and leftover spaghetti I know you used to slow CD's and Dom P's But tonight it's eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that [Chorus: R. Kelly & P. Diddy] You must be used to me spending (You must be, used to me) And all that sweet wining and dining (Spending all his money baby, on you) Well, I'm fucking you tonight Can you feel me?, 'cause I can feel you Can you feel me?, 'cause I can feel you You must be used to me spending You must be used to me And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight (Fucking you tonight) Can you feel me? (Make ya feel so right),'cause I can feel you (baby come to me) Can you feel me (Give me what I need), R. Kelly take me to the bridge [Bridge: R. Kelly] Let's stop the bullshit, baby Let me take you to the spot, get you hot So you wanna be with me (Say what) Puff Daddy (That's right) B.I.G. (Let's go) bring that ass to me [Chorus: R. Kelly & P. Diddy] You must be used to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight (Said I'm fucking you tonight) Can you feel me? (Fucking you tonight) 'cause I can feel you (Stroking you tonight) Can you feel me? 'Cause I can feel you You must be used to me spending (You must be used to me spending) And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight Fucking you baby, I'm fucking you baby (You must be!!) You must be used to me spending Can you feel me? 'Cause I can feel you And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight (I'm doing it baby, I'm doing it baby, I'm doing it baby ah yeah, ooh, ooooh) You must be used to me spending (You must be babe, used to me) And all that sweet wining and dining (Spending money all of the time, on you) Well, I'm fucking you tonight No matter what you may say, babe Giving it to you, any way I possibly can You must be used to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight, oohhh baby, sugar, honey11

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Blackbird

The Beatles

[Verse 1] Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise [Verse 2] Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free [Chorus] Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night [Verse 3] Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise [Outro] You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to ariseYou might also like43

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I Wonder

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro: Labi Siffre] Find your dreams come true And I wonder if you know What it means, what it means And I wonder if you know What it means, what it means And I wonder if you know What it means to find your dreams And I wonder [Verse 1: Kanye West & Labi Siffre] I've been waitin' on this my whole life (And I wonder) These dreams be wakin' me up at night (And I wonder) You say I think I'm never wrong (And I wonder) You know what? Maybe you're right, aight? [Chorus: Labi Siffre] And I wonder if you know What it means, what it means And I wonder if you know What it means to find your dreams And I wonder [Verse 2: Kanye West & Labi Siffre] You say he get on your fuckin' nerves (And I wonder) You hope that he get what he deserves—word! (And I wonder) Do you even remember what the issue is? You just tryin' to find where the tissue is You can still be who you wish you is It ain't happen yet, and that's what intuition is (And I wonder) When you hop back in the car Drive back to the crib, run back to they arms The smokescreens, the chokes and the screams You ever wonder what it all really means? You might also like[Chorus: Labi Siffre] And I wonder if you know What it means, what it means And I wonder if you know What it means to find your dreams And I wonder [Verse 3: Kanye West & Labi Siffre] And I'm back on my grind A psychic read my lifeline, told me in my lifetime My name would help light up the Chicago skyline And that's why I'm (And I wonder) Seven o'clock, that's primetime Heaven'll watch, God callin' from the hotlines Why he keep givin' me hot lines? I'm a star, how could I not shine? (And I wonder) How many ladies in the house? (If you know) How many ladies in the house without a spouse? (What it means) Somethin' in your blouse got me feelin' so aroused (What it means) What you about? (And I wonder) On that independent shit (If you know) Trade it all for a husband and some kids (What it means) You ever wonder what it all really mean? You wonder if you'll ever find your dreams? (To find your dreams come true) [Instrumental Outro]150

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Game’s Pain

The Game

[Intro: Keyshia Cole] Aye, yeah Yeah Hey, yeah [Chorus: Keyshia Cole] See ever since the day I've got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm makin it known cause, I just want the world to know I'm payin my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin homage cause, you've paved the way for me, ye-yeah [Verse 1: The Game] I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday Let the top down, California's my birthplace So I'mma take you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York "Juicy" had us feelin like we was from New York And that's real shit, blazed the Philly It's "Summertime", shout out to Will Smith Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince? Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks My nigga Nas told me "Money Make the World go Round" And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down I've been around Hip Hop since '85 She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for "Love LA" He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Chorus: Keyshia Cole] See ever since the day I've got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm makin it known cause, I just want the world to know I'm payin my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin homage cause, you've paved the way for me, ye-yeah [Verse 2: The Game] Public Enemy and N.W.A Is all my boombox had to say "Today was a Good Day" had the hood buzzin Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y'all niggas can't tell me nothing Everybody first bootleg was "Boyz N the Hood" Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood? When the cars ride by with the "Boomin' System" Two door Mustang, and the roof was missin' Every girl at your school had the new extensions Even gangstas was dancin' like New Edition Cause the house parties stayed rockin all night Niggas came through and shot it up but it was alright (alright) Cause after the cops left, it was a party then You down with O.P.P.? Then bring Naughty in They say "It Never Rain in Southern California", Tony! Toni! lied Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky [Chorus: Keyshia Cole] See ever since the day I've got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm makin it known cause, I just want the world to know I'm payin my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin homage cause, you've paved the way for me, ye-yeah [Verse 3: The Game] Cash Rules Everything Around Me, C.R.E.A.M get the money In the back, I relax with all the hunnies DJ bring it back, let it go Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say "WHOA!" Everything full circle, Game livin' major Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop Throw ya hands in the sky cause The Game don't stop Just a little more change, gotta Benz and the Range Every rap metaphor always ends in my name The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts Before I was born they was talkin 'bout The Game Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy Kane Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em is O.G When it's all said and done, you niggas gon' quote me [Chorus: Keyshia Cole] See ever since the day I've got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm makin it known cause, I just want the world to know I'm payin my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin homage cause, you've paved the way for me, ye-yeah [Outro: Keyshia Cole] See, Mary J. I want you to understand You paved the way, for me I'm givin' homage, to you8

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I’m Still Fly (Freestyle)

Drake

[Intro] Yeah Alright Paige, I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind me, uhm havin' a little fun you know? I know this your joint I just I always liked this song so I figured I may as well throw in Here we go [Chorus] I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still pullin' out the phantom and these haters can't stand him Nigga I'm still doin my thing I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still shuttin' cities down every time I come around Nigga I'm still doin' my thing I'm still [Verse] Responsible for everything you listen to While mediocre talent proceeds to try and condition you Took over my city and I never asked permission to; Started poppin' bottles cuz it's ATL tradtion to Celebrate at Bymark, fuck 'em at the SoHo If there ain't a elevator in it it's a no go Coldest thing droppin' and these bitches want a snow blow And they just give me head while the haters give me promo And man, my DJ shoulda won that Nelissa and Wristpect, Man the city owe us one back All these old heads keep they minds on one track And me, I run Toronto, holla at me when you done laps Roll around with Niko, party with Azuka Shout goes out to 1da, shout goes out to future Shout goes out to Getty, motherfucker I am ready And whoever got the torch just can't seem to hold it steady Cuz I see the flame flickerin', ex-girls bickerin' Got these women jockin' me from Heart Lake Road to Pickerin Tried to send my nigga short some syrup out in Michigan But my connect said it'd take a minute if you're listenin' Please start doin' you, I been doin' me And I'm a staple in my city, you can never ruin me Rappers are emotional, critics be reviewin' me But I got love for everybody even if you're suin' me My brother P-Reign knows, we fuck with the same hoes Plus he taught me how to spot a officer in plain clothes Starin' at you pussy niggas, all I see is rainbows Hoppin' on a jet to every single Lil Wayne show Me and Lil Jazzy, please do not harass me Just holla if you got me and fuck you if you had me Shout out to Brian E, shout out to Photo Will Shout out to Oliver and 40, man you know the deal Shout out to Mayhem, shout out to P-Plus The names I mention are crucial; you gonna need us And life is good, everything is just fine I am so sure of my rhymes I could sacrifice a line like (mumbles) Yeah, haha, I swear I really fuckin' does it I had these niggas trippin', no luggage See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus] I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still pullin' out the phantom and these haters can't stand him Nigga I'm still doin my thing I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still shuttin' cities down every time I come around Nigga I'm still doin' my thing I'm still [Outro] Drizzy's home baby. Niko just came and scooped me from the airport, like, 3 hours ago, I still got my hotel slippers on and shit So you know, I'm ready though. It's octobersveryown.blogspot.com, that's where you find all the exclusives at You know October's Very Own, we got, we got the real life entourage, it's like me, Freeko Suave, Oliver, the Parisian Gangster, 40-40, John B. You know what it is man, Lebanon Dons in this bitch. You already Yeah You can tell I'm at the point where I'm on a ride, I really don't give a fuck rite now I'll tell you that much baby. Huh? Here I go, baby! Here I go! It's not that I'm an asshole, I just live behind a tint, I don't see you. The tints provided by Mosely Tribe by the way, shout out to Mosely Tribe. Shout out to Ransom M Jeezy, I see you boy. Yeah. Should I stop? Here I go!9

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Bring da Ruckus

Wu-Tang Clan

[Intro: Sample from Shaolin vs. Wu Tang] “Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style." "If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?” “En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.” [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ghostface! Catch the blast of a hype verse My Glock burst, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aww shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks, an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin' terror, quick damage your whole era Hard rocks is locked the fuck up or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck this dangerous I blow spots like Waco, Texas [Verse 2: Raekwon] I watch my back like I'm locked down Hardcore-hittin' sound Watch me act bugged and tear down Illiterate-type asshole, songs goin' gold No doubt, and you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that, carryin' gats But yo, my Clan roll with like forty macs Now you act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo, soooo—represent! I wait for one to act up, now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber, Wu-Tang banger 36 styles of danger See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da mother, bring da, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! So bring it on! [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] I rip it, hardcore like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin' Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal: Out for Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder One, my style shocks your knot like a stun gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty-ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crabs I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it o-on! [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! [Verse 4: GZA] Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loose, and trample shit, while I stomp A mudhole in that ass 'cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin' through your back *swish* Givin' bystanders heart attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me, who is him? I blow up his fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it, come on and bring the ruckus! And I provoke niggas to kick buckets I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame Who sellin' 'caine? I'm givin' out a deadly game It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette Slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin' ruckus! [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! [Outro] “En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.” So, bring it on! So, bring it on! So, bring it on! So, bring it on! So, bring it on! So, bring it on! So, bring it on, nigga!74

Hip-Hop

Remember the Titans

Joe Budden

[Intro: Fabolous] Uh Uh Yeah (J. Cardim) Yeah Yeah [Verse 1: Fabolous] These niggas losing their minds, you find that there's no reward They say they already home, it’s really clear they abroad They sound like they boxed in, it’s not just where they record There’s a cost to be a boss they can’t clearly afford Swear to the Lord, there's guns like a audience You put on a show, my .40 clearly applauds Sitting fifth row, I might appear to be bored Plotting on a Kanye, but screaming, "Where’s my award?" Balling out of control, never won an ESPY 'Bout to buy a black ghost and name that shit SP Flow outta this world, I’m coming for my Moon Man You niggas slide back like that walking on the moon dance No glitter glean, handgun with a beam Have some boys follow you, Street Fam, Twitter team Like you could fuck with me, oh did it seem? Dr. King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream I’m a grown-ass man, this kid a teen You’re a spoof of me like if hip hop did a Scream Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it Got that TT popping like a trending topic My ride's matte black, my pride is that jacked It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked Anyway though, styles don’t apply to me Jeff Goldblum couldn’t be more fly than me Shorty say, "Right after the suck, fuck, poof" You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose You shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce Break 'em off and leave it, you seen my fucked up tooth It’s fuck a bitch, it’s more fish in the aquarium I rarely hear no, like when niggas ask you to marry them There’s no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from Funeral Fab, I’m just here to bury them You might also like[Verse 2: Joe Budden] Reporting live from the Beacon, booth tired from the beating Had foreplay all day, prepping the beat and the mic for a threesome With my vocal bi-coastal, speeding 'til the ride's totaled Mr. Wi-Fi, out a franchise, go to magic, standby local’s Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the Pro-Tools I teach you how to have models screaming, "Get behind me" E-pills and Maybachs ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny Never mind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef Seek me with the heat but you’ll need more to keep me on a leash Here’s a CC for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet Give a few hammers, a few semi’s and a few snubs To a few Crips, couple vampires and true Bloods Gambling in casinos, have a honey handing me my c-notes To her, I'm a modern-day Gambino, I’m careful every step I take You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray That’d be the last mistake you ever made Me, I chop his head off from a rooftop And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade Like groceries when I’m shooting at fags Make sure the bread's separated and put the fruits in a bag Withstand the hatred, dudes is fallin off doin all they can to save it But everybody's run stops, ask Brandon Jacobs What y’all call swag to me is all faggotry Fours want blat at me, that’d equal more casualties Abort the strategy or get attacked with that Duracell They put in your back, now that's assault and battery You can keep the bitching to yourself There’s beams on every burner, these lasers, a petition wouldn’t help What good is having shooters if they the type that miss? Where I’m from, better be careful where you drive that whip Niggas put they life at risk for pies they flip In my town, Ben Affleck wouldn't try that shit And if he did he’d get turned around, burnt down Tell the new jacks it’ll be a while 'fore they eligible to earn the crown [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Acid out the baggie, this is more than dope, flawless flow Fucking off a sign every horoscope done wore my robes Strapping up the corner cold, critical Unquestioned, my opponents know I shoot like Kapono, watch me own the show Comatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast Stones and boats, mansion homes and hoes I deserve ‘em both, overdose Time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts Voltage through a meter, this electric chair, danger Yeah, I see ya, now make way 'fore it turn to diarrhea Hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary Get beat silly trying to lamp here, better bring your fury heat I got a drop damp here, niggas try me barely No one breathes, I need an ant's ear, pressure's necessary Got my mind on the cheddar, kill my haters together Bury 'em in abundance and starve their families stomach’s Paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds On point, just like the drum is, I’m warning them baby mothers Got the hunger of a broke rapper Kill you while I’m rolling up then smoke after Catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo' splasher, four packer Southside nigga spitting coke at ya! [Verse 4: Royce da 5’9"] Nickel! This is for the fronters and the naysayers I’m about to scare away the drummers and the bass players They say I’m out of my league on this one, so when I get done I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off and Twitpic ‘em! Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity You gon' be around here 'bout long as Justin Bieber’s virginity This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed, Hennessy, Kennedy, King Mixed with a kill or be killed killer regime, illest you seen, switch Y’all write all that hard shit then you fall right off, it’s horrible My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow your 'Won’t be here tomorrow' flow, sorry, I will prob'ly Adiós my body wit' somebody toast, this shit just practice Sickest rapping Baptist, kill your pastor Steal your Chapstick, after that make you kiss a cactus Then take your ho, make the ho give the whole clique fellatio Everyone, that wasn’t the whole entourage on HBO Then after that, I tell her, "I can’t do much with you, shawty! I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire Buffie the Body!" Don't call us if the bitches ain’t flawless If they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less The drunk me can box like a sober you The sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth We beef like being deep and dumping K’s You beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist Y’all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays My feng shui is a pump in the desert You’ll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert While my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine Niggas snitching, it’s a shame, we call 'em male tattlers Fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers It’s hard to spit saliva when you spit fire, so I’ll just Pour sugar in your gas tank, put a banana in your tailpipe Ah ha, so the car can fit the driver6

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Eternal Sunshine (The Pledge)

Jay Electronica

[Intro] The boy raps over movie scores. His last rap was over the movie score for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind [Verse 1] She say she never fell in love with a Superman Christian, Muslim, Protestant, Lutheran I told her that being a mortal is the portal To the true nature of growth; the Christlike Buddha man That's why I never spit the traditional garbage of a knife fight Bright lights, white ice to the fans The radio is just a stereo, like a house ain't a home And a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van Go to work; go to church let your dreams die Bow tie, Final Call, and a bean pie Yarmulke for Hanukkah, wish list for Christmas This is the gist of the life that we lead, why? So you can fit in, with the closed-minded in the sit-ins And get clothes-lined in the ed-end I could care less about a plaque and Bid-enz And gettin' Punked on TV by my fri-dends Don't get a nigga wrong I get tempted by the rewards that all come along with making nigga songs But what does it mean if I'm a Muslim and you a Jew And because of that alone we don't get along And when you talk like this, and try to walk like this The radio stations'll never put a nigga on Just Mims, just 50, just Wayne, just Jeezy Dem Franchize Boyz, and Jimmy Jones Fuck that, fuck rap, this 'god-hop' Kingdom music for the hard rocks I'mma spit it 'til TRL get it and Hot 97 hit a nigga with a bomb drop Ask Flex, ask Slay, ask Whoo Kid Just Blaze said Jay is the new kid I took Eternal Sunshine and I looped it No drums no hook just new shit Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind You might also like ...Because He Broke the Rules [Sample: Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory] Grandpa Joe: Wh-When does he get it? Willy Wonka: He doesn't Grandpa Joe: Why not? Willy Wonka: Because he broke the rules Grandpa Joe: What rules? We didn't see any rules, did we, Charlie? [Charlie shakes his head briefly] Willy Wonka: [springs up from his chair, angrily] Wrong, sir! Wrong! Under section 37B of the contract signed by him, it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void if - and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy: [grabs a magnifying glass and reads] Willy Wonka: "I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained," et cetera, et cetera... "Fax mentis, incendium gloria cultum," et cetera, et cetera... Memo bis punitor delicatum! [slams the contract copy and the magnifying glass down, continues shouting] Willy Wonka: It's all there! Black and white, clear as crystal! You stole Fizzy-Lifting Drinks! You bumped into the ceiling, which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you GET... NOTHING! YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY, SIR! [Verse 2] The handling of a heart's a very delicate art cause it's paper-thin One irrelevant thought that started out as a spark could be a poisonous dart That leaves a permanent mark, that's ice cold in the day and burns in the dark And makes you never wanna see her face again Tee-hee, what a place I'm in Lead me to the station A one-way ticket, don't look back One cold tear that froze and cracked A whole lot of pain I'm holdin' back Chav said, "Eff that, roll the sack" I said, "If my skull was cracked And blood ran out to the cul-de-sac That could not match me where I'm at" My memories flash me there and back Yup there goes me right there in black Holdin' hands, not starin' back She starts cryin' I start denying, it's my fault And I'm aware of that Man, in hindsight signs, be glarin' back Where's the map to show you where you're at? I can hear the crowd yelling, I can smell the tire smoke I can hear the starter pistol where's the track? Ring no answer came home late Jane told Dick she had a date But they was just chillin' and at that moment The right brain says to the left just kill em Make the headlines, make the front page Wild out in the courthouse man thrill 'em They'll say, "The boy dead wrong," but I feel him Voodoo Man [Sample: Turtles Can Fly (translated from Kurdish)] Satellite: He hasn't walked on a mine! Who said that? Stay where you are! Don't move! How long has he been there? Boy: Since morning, Satellite Satellite: Don't move! Don't move! Riga: Are you talking to me? Satellite: Yes! If you move you'll die. Please don't move! I'll come over to you Riga: What? Satellite: There are mines all around you Riga: What? I shouldn't move? Are there mines here? Satellite: Has anybody gone to get his brother? Pesheow: Yes! Satellite: Don't move! I'll come over to you. Everyone quiet! [Verse 3] Voodoo man, chicken bone chicken bone I can make a thunderstorm from a light rain My ears start ringing, my nose get bloody I feel a little bit of pressure on my right brain Intermission transmission put me in submission Glistening trapped in the light prison whistling The Christ told me come closer to the light man I went blind, woke up in front of a mic stand [Verse 4] Voodoo man, tap dancing in the French Quarter Walking on water with a scroll in my hand The blueprints for a disc shaped-like vessel That was chiseled out of metal off the coast of Japan Fasting on the top of a mountain out in Tepoztlán Saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean I'm sort of like a postman You can get the message if you want to understand From the rap Son of Man [Sample] ...on November 7th saw this disc-shaped object floating above the sea concourse of the United Airlines at O'Hare. Very low in the sky, it was still daylight, very distinct. Didn't look like an airplane, a helicopter, or anything else [Verse 5] Voodoo man, civilize the savage Criticize the parish Spreading false doctrine Terrorize the cleric for carrying on nonsense Specialized lies to paralyze the conscience Voodoo man, chit chatter Abracadabra Spitting out matter while I'm shitting out data Mmm, chew 'em up shitting out rappers Sipping Pellegrino while I'm giving out matches Set yourself on fire Let the wisdom of Elijah purify ya Take a nigga higher Sold your soul to the highest buyer Now you're on the wire talking about two-foot tires Saying you sell crack Clapping at cats with macs But you a liar pants on fire Same old rugged cross Different crucified messiah FYI [Sample: Elijah Muhammad] Don’t get me wrong now. Don’t make a mistake in thinking that I’m telling you this was the beginning of the man on the Earth. Fifty thousand years ago is like telling you thirty days ago or ten days ago or five days ago, to the age of the universe. We have no exact record of it but it runs way into the trillions [Verse 6] While you was blowin' X amount of dollars on a bracelet The sovereign nation of France was openin' they files on the UFO phenomenon: i.e. spaceships It's just the facts, Jack may as well face it Every rhyme I write the seal get cracked in the chapter of Revelations A atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation Mysterious shit Call me Jay Dogon, I'm on some serious shit Scholars wonder why don't he bust Allah blessed me with a Midas-y touch Everything I lay to hands turn to Ethiopian gold: shiny and buffed I got a firm understandin' on the minus and plus So I ain't got time to argue with a rapper 'bout how he ain't got rhymes That's fuckin' with mine's I'm trying to kill Lucifer, so if I have to brake Cause a rapper in my face tellin' me that he the great You can bet a shiny nickel I'll blast his motherfuckin' ass way past Jupiter You couldn't be stupider Fuckin' with the nuclear Mayan, Aztec lion Asiatic Blackman from Zion Quetzalcoatl supreme, lettin' off steam Dimethyltryptamine make a man dream But y'all would much rather hear me rappin' 'bout trash The size of Erykah's ass, blunts and cash We need savin' Minds are consumed with swine we need bathin' [Sample: Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory] Willy Wonka: There it goes. Hold on tight. I'm not exactly sure what's going to happen. Faster, faster...if we don't pick up enough speed, we'll never get through Charlie: Get through what? Willy Wonka: Ah-ha! Grandpa Joe: You mean we're going... Willy Wonka: Up and out! Grandpa Joe: But this roof is made of glass. It'll shatter Into a thousand pieces. We'll be cut to ribbons! Willy Wonka: Probably. Hold on, everybody. Here it comes! [Sample: The Prestige] Alfred Borden: Are you watching closely?40

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Hood Mentality

Ice Cube

[Intro: Keith David] The hood mentality is a crippling disease that attacks your nervous system It makes you nervous of the system Gangsters and hood rats are especially susceptible to this grown-stunting mentality The hood is where I'm from, but it's not what I am The hood is where I'm from, but it's not what I am [Verse 1: Ice Cube] Fuck school nigga, I'mma be a dope dealer I'mma be a killer, yep a urban guerrilla I'mma stack scrilla, yeah buy me a villa Sell a 5-0 to my auntie Priscilla I don't give a fuck that she look like "Thriller" Hit that shit one more time and fuck around and kill her Cause I got the heart of a Pittsburgh Steeler Black nigga draped in gold, with a nine milla Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail Love the way these niggas smell, keep coming back, can't you tell? Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts cause she got to hustle I don't give a fuck how my life go Now I'm a slave man to this caveman without Geico Everybody wanna call Michael a psycho But he ain't never came through the hood with a rifle Gunning niggas down cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person cause we shoot just like hoes First I was blood thirsty, Mister Mister Controversy Now I wanna beg for mercy, should have took my ass to Berkeley See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Chorus] If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Fuck school nigga, if I grow a little taller Everybody tell me I'm gon' do it, I'm gon' be a baller So fuck that thinking, fuck that thinking Fuck them Lincolns, I want Franklins Come back through here with my crew, I'm gon' have my own shoe I'm gon' be that little fool coming in your living room Starting point guard nigga, fresh out of middle school Either it's the NBA or it's the NFL I don't know what else I can do to keep my ass up out of jail I wanna be like Tiger Woods, swing that club, make you sick (I wanna be like Pacman Jones), (I wanna be like Michael Vick) I wanna be like Barry Bonds, (I wanna be like O.J. Simpson) Leave this field, leave this prison Tell you motherfuckers where to kiss 'em I wanna be all broke up, moving all old and slow I wanna be a alcoholic just like Broadway Joe I wanna be a sideshow, kinda like Iron Mike Used to have a few Bentleys, now I just ride a bike [Chorus] If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Fuck school nigga, they ain't trying to educate me All they give a fuck is what I memorized lately I'm gon' have to teach myself, clock that money, get that wealth I wanna be like Santa Claus, I don't wanna be no fucking elf No kid left behind but he get the runaround Can't you motherfuckers see that they trying to dumb us down? Don't trust the government, President is for sale He don't give a fuck about a nigga, just a oil well Sell crack, go to jail, bust a rap, go to hell Do I got to sell my soul if I wanna go to Yale? Go kiss Oprah's ass if you wanna be Gail I'd rather have my ass kissed up in Bloomingdale You can go be a pimp, you can go be a ho But you only gon' get paid off what you know If you don't know shit, then you can't work for me Cause you read your first book in the penitentiary [Chorus] If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality?11

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Everyday Struggle

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Chorus] I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) [Verse 1] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way, mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock 19 for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin' to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man You might also like[Chorus] I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) [Verse 2] I had the master plan, I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs And when he start to bust, he like to ask, "Who's next?" I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make some quick cash I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed At last, I'm literally loungin', black Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps Toyota deal-athon had it cheap on the Jeeps See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy, she'll be home in three Until then I looks out for the whole family A true G, that's me, blowin' like a bubble In the everyday struggle [Chorus] I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) [Verse 3] I'm seein' body after body and our mayor Giuliani Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti My daughter use a potty so she's older now Educated street knowledge, I'ma mold her now Trick a little dough buyin' young girls fringes Dealin' with the dope fiend binges, seein' syringes In the veins, hard to explain how I maintain The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange Breakin' days on the set, no sweat Drunk off Moët, can't bag yet because it's still wet But when that dry, baggin' five at a time I can clock about nine on the check cashin' line I had the first and the third, rehearse, that's my word Thick in the game, D's knew my first name Should I quit? Shit no, even though they had me scared Yo, they got a eight, I got a TEC with air holes [Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] And that's just how the shit go in the struggle, motherfucker Hah, come on, what you say? [Chorus] I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Junior M.A.F.I.A. right Yeah, rock on, woo! Biggie Smalls, right Junior M.A.F.I.A85

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Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

The Beatles

[Verse 1] Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes [Pre-Chorus 1] Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone [Chorus] Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Ahh [Verse 2] Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers That grow so incredibly high [Pre-Chorus 2] Newspaper taxis appear on the shore Waiting to take you away Climb in the back with your head in the clouds And you're gone You might also like[Chorus] Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Ahh [Verse 3] Picture yourself on a train in a station With plasticine porters with looking glass ties Suddenly, someone is there at the turnstile The girl with kaleidoscope eyes [Chorus] Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Ahh Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Ahh Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Ahh54

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Martha My Dear

The Beatles

[Piano Intro] [Verse 1] Martha, my dear Though I spend my days in conversation Please, remember me Martha, my love Don't forget me Martha, my dear [Bridge 1] Hold your head up, you silly girl Look what you've done When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Silly girl [Bridge 2] Take a good look around you Take a good look, you're bound to see That you and me were meant to be for each other Silly girl [Instrumental break] [Bridge 1] Hold your hand out, you silly girl See what you've done When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Silly girl You might also like[Verse 2] Martha, my dear You have always been my inspiration Please, be good to me Martha, my love Don't forget me Martha, my dear3

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Let It Be

The Beatles

[Verse 1] When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom Let it be And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom Let it be [Chorus] Let it be, let it be Let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom Let it be [Verse 2] And when the broken hearted People living in the world agree There will be an answer Let it be For though they may be parted There is still a chance that they will see There will be an answer Let it be You might also like[Chorus] Let it be, let it be Let it be, let it be Yeah, there will be an answer Let it be Let it be, let it be Let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom Let it be [Instrumental Break 01:44-02:26] [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Let it be, let it be Let it be, yeah, let it be Whisper words of wisdom Let it be [Verse 3] And when the night is cloudy There is still a light that shines on me Shine until tomorrow Let it be I wake up to the sound of music Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom Let it be [Chorus/Outro] Let it be, let it be Let it be, yeah, let it be Oh, there will be an answer Let it be Let it be, let it be Let it be, yeah, let it be Oh, there will be an answer Let it be Let it be, let it be Let it be, yeah, let it be Whisper words of wisdom Let it be123

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For No One

The Beatles

[Verse 1] Your day breaks, your mind aches You find that all her words of kindness linger on When she no longer needs you [Verse 2] She wakes up, she makes up She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry She no longer needs you [Bridge] And in her eyes, you see nothing No sign of love behind the tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years [Verse 3] You want her, you need her And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead You think she needs you [French Horn Solo: Alan Civil] [Bridge] And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind the tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years You might also like[Verse 4] You stay home, she goes out She says that long ago she knew someone But now he's gone, she doesn't need him [Verse 5] Your day breaks, your mind aches There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head You won't forget her [Bridge] And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind the tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years13

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Eleanor Rigby

The Beatles

[Intro: Paul McCartney, John Lennon & George Harrison] Ah, look at all the lonely people! Ah, look at all the lonely people! [Verse 1: Paul McCartney] Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? [Chorus: Paul McCartney] All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? [Verse 2: Paul McCartney] Father McKenzie Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near Look at him working Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care? You might also like[Chorus: Paul McCartney] All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? [Bridge: Paul McCartney, John Lennon & George Harrison] Ah, look at all the lonely people! Ah, look at all the lonely people! [Verse 3: Paul McCartney] Eleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved [Outro: Paul McCartney] All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people!) Where do they all come from? All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people!) Where do they all belong?82

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Lay Low

Snoop Dogg

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n, this big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfucking beep If this one of my hoes, two-way me [Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup, this your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinking I ain't said shit on your whole motherfucking album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfucking haters out there, can suck my motherfucking dick! And we still smoking, what?! [Hook: Nate Dogg] For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick, talking shit He better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick, now she sick She better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang, better lay low I hope he don't be thinking I'm just talking And I won't do a thing, really hope so [Snoop Dogg] Lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rolling deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch I'm here to bang that gangsta shit till the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stopping this Whatever the case, I ain't trying to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C Smash motherfuckers thinking they gonna smash on me Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say From the World's Most Dangerous Group, N.W.A See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Butch Cassidy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hating, faking, scheming on mine And on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose No matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' [Goldie Loc] Where that nigga who be talking shit He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezing the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her home Dropped her off and seen you fishing on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you in your dome (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong [Tray Deee] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with The same clique he came with and made the game flip Now niggas grow they hair, hold they stare and act hard That's even tho' your CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Whassup pimping, it's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got But they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it realer, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be [Hook: Nate Dogg] For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick, talking shit He better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick, now she sick She better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang, better lay low I hope he don't be thinking I'm just talking And I won't do a thing, really hope so13

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Beasts From The East

Lost Boyz

[Pre-Intro: Mr. Cheeks] "The forecast — showers heavy at times With occasional thunderstorms today, and a high of 89 degrees" The cops says to me, "Yo, kid..." "Partial clearing and a low of 74" Damn! Kghhh! [Intro: Mr. Cheeks] Basically, kid Word, Ren zone, wanna hit? Queens! This microphone, I got some of this You know how many member L.B. Tran get motherfuckin' biz Along on this track, we got the funk Doctor Spock Canibus and A+ from far-sized block Yo, yo, yo, yo, Bink Dawg locks it down [Verse 1: Mr. Cheeks] Yo, we come through like bulls, see, ’cause niggas takin' two pulls and pass Nigga, watch your back once you talk out your ass I pack a .380 in my stash for protection Family to raise, the world is actin' crazed I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled On point like a knife, I'm takin' life as a gamble Livin' in the Rotten Apple, yo, where every core is rotten All my niggas, rest in peace, ya see, you gone but not forgotten Now my main wifey, deaded shady chicks Official Lost Boyz since the year of '86 And fuck these crooked niggas, I could kill 'em with the passion At times, I feel like blastin' in Jamaican Queens fashion You think you can fuck around, but kid, you just thinkin' It's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinkin' Without blinkin', man, I'll tear your crew like pages I’ll rip you from the backyards, parks and on stages You might also like[Verse 2: A+] A+ the lyrically superb one Spittin' rhymes off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums Rockin' shit, make the opposite team call a time-out Knockin' niggas three times my size out The crowd loves me, so when I ain't around, they ask for me I buckle up and catch wreck like a crash dummy For the fast money, I get up in that ass, money The fact you tryna test me kinda bugs me I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryna get up MC's get wet up with lyrical gun pellets I blow up the spot when it's time to rock I speak out my voice box and peak out at a hundred watts Who wanna cipher? I get dumb! Word to my mother, the Father, the Holy Ghost and Rev Run When it's all said and done, I end the service Concoctin' the type of verses average MC's worship [Interlude: Redman, Canibus] Fuck with the lyrical skills, you get killed Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, Big Dog! Turn the track off! Fuck how you feel Yo, fake MC's, step to the rear! Fuck with the lyrical skills, you get... Yo, real MC's bring this shit Up North! [Verse 3: Redman] My style is Milk of Magnesia, clutch the five speed and bust The more the merrier, secure the area My La Familia is ultimate superior We don't jack cars, we jack for aircraft carriers I bounce like trampolines when I be blowin' the fiends to pieces Hem 'em like sewing machines and Jesus When the shadows of the barrel pointin' out my boy Camaro I get punished like Pharaoh for splittin' You're better off singin' Christmas carols for Christmas Because I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment The president of chicken head conventions I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin' I got a headache from the stress, success, not wearin' a vest 5-11 for bein' dirty, court's at 9:30 Yo, Mr.Cheeks! I made this bitch call police She tried swallowin' a nine piece, forgot the warranty on false teeth I return like Makaveli on 18-inch Pirelli's Assault and battery like my palms is Eveready Sharp as machetes Matter of fact, I slap for cognac to make the beef heavy [Verse 4: Canibus] Canibus brings the sickest drama Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor I smack bitches for tryna suck dick through a condom Playin' with the mic is somethin' I won't do My only concern when I approach you.. is to roast you I smoke you and whoever you standin' close to And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you Defeatin' niggas like Seagal Steven Puttin' MC's in positions to prevent 'em from breathin' I'll make you question any and everythin' you've ever believed in By peepin' your deepest secrets like psychic readers What's the matter with y'all? I catapult None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle I go "On and On" like Erykah Badu A hundred times nicer than the best is Twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this? Fuck y'all! You don't impress me and no one can test me An MC so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me All that shit you poppin' will stop when I put you in a headlock And apply pressure until I crush your motherfuckin' noggin! I grab mics and push niggas to the left So fast, they hearts end up on the right sides of they chests My hypothesis is that nobody can see this lyrical genius I got it sewn like a seamstress But if you wanna battle, I'm down If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now! Step up, and get your neck cut from ear to ear If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard I'm the illest from Queens to the New Jerusalem Bri-dicks Anyone who ain't feelin' my shi-dit can suck my di-dick You need to quit it if you ain't spittin' More than 50 bars per minute 'cause you ain't in lyrical fitness Kickin' borin' raps with metaphors that's wack All of y'all motherfuckers need NordicTrack To get ya weight up, fuckin' with Canibus you get ate up Beat down and sprayed up just for bringin' my name up Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age Back in the days, before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves Before Neanderthals was drawin' on walls in caves I existed in the Garden of Eden, gettin' lifted Stickin' dick to Eve before she was Adam's mistress Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness The Canibus is spittin' 'til he's spitless 50 bars of total sickness, you won't forget this I'm puttin' every wack MC alive on my shit list! Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted Took you a minute to exhibit that I'm sick wit' it Now, you tell me who you think is damagin' shit Goin' once, goin' twice — sold to that nigga named Canibus! Me and Mr. Cheeks, A+ and Funk Doctor Hoppin' out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya! [Outro: Canibus] Group Home and Def Squad '97, nigga!5

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Stayin’ Alive

Bee Gees

[Verse 1] Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man, no time to talk The music loud and the women warm I've been kicked around since I was born [Pre-Chorus] And now it's alright, it's okay And you may look the other way But we can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man [Chorus] Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ah, ah, ah Stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ah, ah, ah Stayin' alive Oh, when you walk [Verse 2] Well now, I get low and I get high And if I can't get either, I really try Got the wings of Heaven on my shoes I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose You might also like[Pre-Chorus] You know it's alright, it's okay I'll live to see another day But we can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man [Chorus] Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ah, ah, ah Stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ah, ah, ah Stayin' alive (Hey, yeah) [Bridge] Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive [Verse 1] Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man, no time to talk The music loud and the women warm I've been kicked around since I was born [Pre-Chorus] And now it's alright, it's okay And you may look the other way But we can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man [Chorus] Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ah, ah, ah Stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ah, ah, ah Stayin' alive (Hey, yeah) [Outro] Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive45

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Life Under the Scope

Curren$y

[Verse 1] Yeah, my weed lit, my glass chill Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel Car service only opportunity for rest In between destinations a lil' hibernation Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh They just wanna see ya fallin' The only reason the cameras out when ya walkin' The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin' Waiting on ya to contradict yaself Albeit evict yaself from the house Like when Beth instigated that situation When Tami got David kicked out Suckers tryin' figure my angle Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bengals Adjust my wing rudders in the prescence of danger Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle And stay calm knowin' we belong on the top But we ain't trippin' Cause we'll get there in a minute Yeah, that's the statement for the mission Swiss movement so my watch ain't tickin' Who yo crew is Them niggas is bums Throwin parties don't any bitch come They all at my art showin' Me and my folks gettin drunk Bangin' my sound from the wall mounts See Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Hook] Yeah, life under the scope Everyday is a test It's all day Go, full speed, full court Media, press They just wanna see ya fuck it all up Turn over, make ya give the ball up They just wanna see ya fuck it all up [Verse 2] (Yeah) Vintage egg chairs hangin' from the ceilin' Naked beauties and plush pillows in em Incense and fresh linen I spit that complex venom The real niggas it strengthens The fake niggas it kills them And the Big homie said That he still got visions of the rooftop As do I George Jetson, Jefferson Deluxe apartment in the sky Niggas can't downplay me baby I'm too high Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat A New Orleans nigga And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin' On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz I been in the game, OG Seen fools blow up And blow it low key [Hook] Yeah, life under the scope Everyday is a test It's all day Go, full speed, full court Media, press They just wanna see ya fuck it all up Turn over, make ya give the ball up They just wanna see ya fuck it all up1

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Finish Line

Lloyd Banks

[Verse] Under dog is cool, I’m used to being overlooked Look at me now I’m filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush Look bitch I’m ballin, ballin’ Chasin’ K’s like Reggie Bush My haters hatin’ don’t know how inside the Bentley look Five in the mornin’ recording You think I slept all day But I really ain't slept at all I got bills that’s due, need checks today Southside don’t play Play around if you want, be another black body dumped Duck down when you hear the sound They got peace out here, but not the kind you want Nigga R.I.P, march throught the club with no I.D Make sure they put the pretty bitches round me Tables of Bub’ and it’s all on me Hoes show love in the V.I.P Think about bread when you think about P What I done did and how I OD Chick ain't a muthaf-cking thing here free Touch nothing you see I ex’ing off the hoes quick as they come Drinkin' heavy rollin’ up like I got an extra lung Singin' Bentley, sippin’ harley pardon what I’ve become Leakin’ bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum These niggas ain't never did shit for me when I was starvin’ son Just me against them, you remember that? Thought you’d be glad, but you plottin' on when I’m endin' at I don’t see no kind of friend in that Fuck 'em all, go spend a stack Yapping like a bitch don’t get more friend than that This that no pretending rap Y’all know how my engine at Nine in front two ten’s in back Running with that stack in his back One in yo ad I know I’m watched by an angel Still feel her hugs and her kisses On the phone with my grandma Don’t give a fuck bout these bitches Dont give a fuck bout they trophies Or anything that they might owe me I do this for you (you, you) The only ones that really know me Only ones that ain't disown me I remember everything they said Said I was dead, deaded all that Sledgehammer right on your head Live for the now, soo-woo to gone Sucka niggas left red No time for waiting rather get mine instead You might also like[Hook] I gettin’ money on a dime Girl it’s my time Go get that Love shit out your mind You living blind Can’t go for that will fall behind I’m on the grind Im hittin ‘em two at a time Why would I decline See you at the finish line Line, line, line, line, line, line (x4)2

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The Breaks

Kurtis Blow

[Intro] Clap your hands everybody If you got what it takes 'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know That these are the breaks [Hook 1] Brakes on a bus, brakes on a car Breaks to make you a superstar Breaks to win and breaks to lose But these here breaks will rock your shoes And these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up! [Verse 1] If your woman steps out with another man (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And she runs off with him to Japan (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And the IRS says they want to chat (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And you can't explain why you claimed your cat (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And Ma Bell sends you a whopping bill (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) With 18 phone calls to Brazil (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And you borrowed money from the mob (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And yesterday you lost your job (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) Well, these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up You might also like[Bridge 1] Throw your hands up in the sky And wave 'em round from side to side And if you deserve a break tonight Somebody say alright! (All right) Say ho-oo! (Ho-oo!) You don't stop Keep on, somebody scream! (Owwwww!) Break down! [Hook 2] Breaks on a stage, breaks on a screen Breaks to make your wallet lean Breaks run cold and breaks run hot Some folks got 'em and some have not But these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up Break down! [Bridge 2] To the girl in brown, stop messing around (Break it up, break it up!) To the guy in blue, whatcha gonna do? (Break it up, break it up!) And to the girl in green, don't be so mean (Break it up, break it up!) And the guy in red, say what I said (Break it up, break it up!) Break down! [Hook 3] Brakes on a plane, brakes on a train Breaks to make you go insane Breaks in love, breaks in war But we got the breaks to get you on the floor And these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up Break down! Yo! [Interlude] Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it! Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it! Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it! Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it! [Verse 2] You say last week you met the perfect guy (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And he promised you the stars in the sky (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) He said his Cadillac was gold (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) But he didn't say it was 10 years old (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) He took you out to the Red Coach grill (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) But he forgot the cash and you paid the bill (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And he told you the story of his life (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) But he forgot the part about...his wife! Huh! Huh! (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) Well, these are the breaks! Break it up, break it up, break it up! Break down!11

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Get It Together

Beastie Boys

[Intro: Q-Tip] Heh heh heh Uh uh uh uh uh uh-ah Uh eh eh uh (Woo!) (Aah) Ooh (Oh) ee (Ah) ah (Eh) ooh (Eh, eh) [Verse 1] [Q-Tip] One-two, one-two, keep it on Listen to the shit because we keep it till dawn Listen to the Abstract, got it going on Listen to the ladies, come on and let me spawn On your eggs, then you go up the river Listen to the Abstract, that freaky nigga [Ad Rock] Now I'm Ad Rock, and I shock, and I tick, and I tock And I can't stop with the body rock [Mike D] See, I've got heart like John Starks Hitting mad sparks Pass me the mic, and I'll be rockin' the whole park [MCA] Well, I'm the M to the C to the A, and it's a must The rhymes that we bust on the topic of lust You might also like[Q-Tip] And my Moms is not butt, but fuck it Let me get down to the rhythm Yes, I get funky, and I'm shooting all my jism Like John Holmes, the X-rated nigga Listen to the shit 'cause I am the ill figure Nobody's getting any bigger than this [Chorus: Q-Tip] Get it together Get-get it together Get... Phone is ringing, oh my God Get it together, see what's happening [Verse 2] [Q-Tip] Ad Rock's down with the Ione Listen to the shit 'cause both of them is bony Gotta do it like this, like Chachi and Joanie [Ad Rock] 'Cause she's the cheese, and I'm the macaroni So why all the fight, why all the fuss? 'Cause ha, I ain't got no dust Yeah, you know I'm getting silly Got a Grandma Hazel and a Grandma Tilly [Mike D] Well, I'm the Grand Royal prez, and I'm also a member Born on the cusp in the month of November I do the Patty Duke, in case you don't remember Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a blender [MCA] Well, I'm long gone, word is bond Don't need a motherfuckin' fool tellin' me right from wrong I don't think I'm slick, nor do I play like I'm hard But I'ma drive the lane like I was Evan Bernard [Ad Rock] And I be working on my game [Mike D] Because life is taxing [MCA] Gotta get it together [All 3] And see what's happening [Chorus: Q-Tip] Get it together Wait a minute, wait a minute (Get) Wait a minute, (Get it) wait a minute Get it together Wait a minute, (Get) wait a minute (Get-get) Wait a minute, wait a minute Get it together Wait a minute, wait a minute S-see what's happening [Verse 3] [Q-Tip] I go One-Two like my name was Biz Mark But I had to do the shit, just let me embark On the lyric and the noun and the verb Let me kick the shit off 'cause, yo, I'm not the herb [Mike D] Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare The Moog with the funk for your derriere While we're on that topic, yes, I like to mention When it comes to bonin' - woo! - I'm representing [MCA] Spacin', zonin', talkin' on the phone and My brain is roamin', and I don't know where it's goin' Talking lots of shit, a little tweaking on the weekend (what?) I gotta to get him by the reins because I know that I'm freaking (yeah) [Ad Rock] Well, I'm a funky soul and I'm a Scorpio And when I get my flow I'm Dr. On-the-Go So, Q-Tip, what you on the mic for? [Q-Tip] Because I had to talk about the times when I rhyme And when the MC's come in my face, I'm like mace Because I back them off with the quills 'Cause I have to tell you, nigga, 'cause I'll keep you under prills Resting on Nine-One-One Sixteenth Ave., off the Farmers Boulevard (yeah) [Ad-Rock] Well I'm from Manhattan, MCA's from Brooklyn Yeah, MCA, your shit be cookin' [MCA] (Yeah) Praying mantis on the court, and I can't be beat But, yo, Tip, what's up with the boots on your feet? [Q-Tip] Got the Timbos on the toes, and this is how it goes Oh, one-two, oh my god One-two, oh my god [Mike D] I got some shit I've got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit Never, ever, ever smoking crack [Q-Tip] Never, ever, ever fucking wack I eat the fuckin' pineapple Now & Laters Listen to me now, don't listen to me later Fuck it, 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real But, yo, technically I'm as hard as steel [Outro] Gonna get it together, watch it Gonna get it together, Ma Bell I'm like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication Ma Bell, got the ill communication Ma Bell, got the ill communications (Who's that?) Ma Bell, got the ill communication (word 'em up, word-word 'em up) Ma Bell Eh-eh Ah-ah-ha-ha Keep it on and on13

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Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera)

Doris Day

[Verse 1] When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, "What will I be?" "Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me [Chorus] "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" [Verse 2] When I grew up and fell in love I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead? Will we have rainbows day after day?" Here's what my sweetheart said: [Chorus] "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" You might also like[Bridge] Now I have children of my own They ask their mother, "What will I be? Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?" I tell them tenderly [Chorus] "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" [Outro] Que será, será14

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If I Ruled the World (Imagine That)

Nas

[Produced by Rashad Smith & Trackmasters] [Intro: Nas] Life I wonder.. will it take me under? I don't know [Verse 1: Nas] Imagine smoking weed in the street without cops harassing Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle, cruising blue Bahama waters No welfare supporters, more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot, my son got knocked Evidently, it's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Trooping outta state for a plate of knowledge If coke was cooked without the garbage, we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashing fashion, designer clothes Lacing ya clique up with diamond Roles Your people holding dough, no parole, no rubbers Go in raw, imagine law with no undercovers Just some thoughts for the mind I take a glimpse into time Watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine" You might also like[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & (Nas)] If I ruled the world (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons — I love 'em, love 'em, baby! Black diamonds and pearls (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) [Verse 2: Nas] The way to be: Paradise life, relaxing Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon Armani Exchange, the Range Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz free at last Brand new whips to crash, then we laugh in a iller path The Villa house is for the crew — how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches So many years of depression make me vision The better living, type of place to raise kids in Open they eyes to the lies, history's told foul But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child Seeing things like I was controlling, clique rolling Tricking six-digits on kicks and still holding Trips to Paris, I'd civilize every savage Give me one shot, I turn trife life to lavish Political prisoners set free, stress free No work release, purple M3's and jet skis Feel the wind breeze in West Indies I'd let Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities, and reverse fiends to Willies It sound foul, but every girl I meet'd go down-town I'd open every cell in Attica, send 'em to Africa! [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & (Nas)] If I ruled the world (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons — I love 'em, love 'em, baby! Black diamonds and pearls (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) [Bridge: Lauryn Hill] And then we'll walk right up to the sun, hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun, we won't land We'll walk right up to the sun, hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun, we won't land [Verse 3: Nas] You love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry Ducked down in car seats, heat's mandatory Running from Jake, getting chased, hunger for papes These are the breaks, many mistakes go down outta state Wait! I had to let it marinate, we carry weight Trying to get laced, flip the ace, stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cocked hammer Making moves in Atlanta, back-and-forth scrambler ‘Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich Still, nobody want a nigga having shit! If I ruled the world and everything in it, sky's the limit I'd push a Q45 Infinit' It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies, or B Felony Strictly living longevity to the destiny I thought I'd never see, but reality struck Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck?! [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & (Nas)] If I ruled the world (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons — I love 'em, love 'em, baby! Black diamonds and pearls (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled I love 'em, love 'em, baby! Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds, black diamonds (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine) If I ruled the world (Still livin' for today, in these last days and times) [Outro: Lauryn Hill] If I ruled the world, if I ruled If I ruled, I'd free all my sons Black diamonds — I love 'em, love 'em, baby! Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled If I ruled the world If I ruled the world I love 'em, love 'em, baby!68

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If I Ruled The World

Kurtis Blow

[Hook] If I ruled the world I'd love all the girls Wear diamonds and pearls If I ruled the world [Verse 1] If I ruled the world, was king on the throne I'd make peace in every culture, build the homeless a home I'm not running for Congress or the President I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went You see - first it was a dream, I was living in Rome And then I moved to London, bought a brand new home And everywhere I went, I drew lots of attention Like a stretch limousine, one of those new inventions It took a few years 'fore the day had come But I was ruler of the world ranked #1 So I headed towards Washington to claim the crown Let the whole world know that the King was in town As I arrived the crowd started to cheer And then someone yelled out, "The King is here!" So I headed toward stage to make a speech About the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh [Hook] If I ruled the world (huh huh, huh huh huh) I'd love all the girls (I'd love em love em baby!) Wear diamonds and pearls If I ruled the world You might also like[Verse 2] People started flowing as they reached for my hand I said, "Thank you for bringing me to the Promised Land But now I must go, so goodbye to everybody Tonight I'll see you all at my Super Dinner Party" And late that night, at my Super Dinner Party I was dancing to the beat and entertaining: "La-Di-Da-Di" The music started ending, it was time for a speech The crowd started sitting as I rose from my feet And this was once a dream; I explained to the crowd But now, I rule the world, and I feel, so very proud Excuse me please for stopping this show I just had to thank you all, huh, and me so My first day in office, the King on the throne I spent my first three hours on the telephone You know with newsmen reporters, and voters too I had so many calls, I didn't know what to do You know hours passed I continued to work I signed so many papers, my fingers started to hurt Then I shook off the pain, say this ain't no thing 'Cause there's nothing in the world like being #1 king! [Hook] If I ruled the world (huh huh, huh huh huh) I'd love all the girls (I'd love em love em baby!) Wear diamonds and pearls (oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) If I ruled the world (whoa whoa yeahhhhh) {AJ Scratch cuts up the track for a bit} [Verse 3] Now I rule the world and now, I'm on top And I'm rolling with folks that could never be stopped And I'm here to let you know this is where I belong And to you sucker MC's that sing my song And it's a song that's strong about right and wrong And I'ma rock it to you baby baby all night long And it's a song about love and happiness In a world of peace and you know that's fresh Now I'm the king and I want you to know That I'm the Master Blaster Rapper who's running the show And to all of you rappers in every country You better stop what you're doing and listen to me 'Cause we gotta stop war and use unity To fight crime and hunger and poverty 'Cause the African baby is dying overseas While you sucker mission politicians busting out Z's Huh, 20 million people all unemployed While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd While the working class just struggles hard Try to make ends meet against all odds While the poor man can't even deal with life You know he tried to escape, and smoked the coke on the pipe And it's time for a CHANGE, to a better way 'Cause the sun has GOTTA shine through the cloudy day So LISTEN UP world while I teach this class And take heed to the message or we ain't gonna last 'Cause I know, the solution, is the contribution Of woman and man to just join the revolution That'll take your brain to a higher plane And help you deal in a world that's gone insane With the problems that I know we can stop From the ruler of the world and the man on top But the years went by, and time was up And then the ruler of the world had ran out of luck And all the people at the time who said they were my friends Didn't know me when my job had come to an end The King who took my place was happy as can be He was running his mouth like, Muhammad Ali So I shook his hand calmly as I headed to the door On my way to the ghetto to treat once more [Hook] If I ruled the world (huh huh, huh huh huh) I'd love all the girls (I'd love em love em baby!) Wear diamonds and pearls (oh yeah yeah) If I ruled the world (yeahhhhh) [Hook] If I ruled the world (if I ruled the world) I'd love all the girls (I'd love em love em baby!) Wear diamonds and pearls (oh yeah yeah oh yeah yeah) If I ruled the world (whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)4

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White Lines (Don’t Do It)

Grandmaster Melle Mel

[Chorus] (White Lines) Visions, dreams of passion (Blowing through my mind) And all the while I think of you (High price) A very strange reaction (For us to unwind) The more I see, the more I do (Something like a phenomenon) Baby! (Telling your body to come along, but white lines blow away) (Blow! Rock it! Blow!) [Verse 1] Ticket to ride, white line highway Tell all your friends, they can go my way Pay your toll, sell your soul Pound-for-pound costs more than gold The longer you stay, the more you pay My white lines, go a long way Either up your nose or through your vein With nothing to gain except killing your brain [Chorus] (Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Blow!) Higher, baby Get higher, baby! Get higher, baby! And don't ever come down! (Freebase!) You might also likeRang dang diggedy dang di-dang Diggedy dang di-dang diggedy dang di-dang (Pipeline) pure as the driven snow (Connected to my mind) and now I'm having fun, baby! (High price) it's getting kinda low ('Cause it makes you feel so nice) I need some one-on-one, baby! (Don't let it blow your mind away) Baby! (And go into your little hideaway ‘cause white lines blow away) (Blow! Rock it! Blow!) [Verse 2] A million magic crystals, painted pure and white A multi-million dollars almost overnight Twice as sweet as sugar Twice as bitter as salt And if you get hooked, baby It's nobody else's fault, so don't do it! [Chorus] (Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!) (Ahhh) Higher, baby (Ahhh) Get higher, baby! (Ahhh) Get higher, baby! And don't ever come down! (Freebase!) (Don’t you get too high) don’t you get too high baby! (Turns you on) you really turn me on and on ('Cause you gotta come down) my temperature is risin’ (When the thrill is gone) no, I don’t want you to go [Verse 3] A street kid gets arrested, gonna do some time He got out three years from now just to commit more crime A businessman is caught with 24 kilos He’s out on bail and out of jail And that’s the way it goes, raah! (Cane! Sugar! Cane! Sugar! Cane!) Athletes rejected, governors corrected Gangsters, thugs and smugglers are thoroughly respected The money gets divided The women get excited Now I’m broke and it’s no joke It’s hard as hell to fight it, don’t buy it! [Chorus] Little Jack Horner sitting on the corner With no shoes and clothes This ain't funny, but he took his money And sniffed it up his nose (Hey man, you wanna cop some blow?) (Sure, what you got, dust, flakes or rocks?) (I got China White, Mother of Pearl, Ivory Flake, What you need?) (Well yeah, well let me check it out man, just let me get a freeze) (Go ahead man, stuff I got should kill ya!) (Yeah man th-that’s that’s raw, woah..)10

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Be Easy

Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, what's happening, New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin' house tonight Know what I mean? (Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry) We about to get it popping, let's go Yo, yo [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Every time you go uptown, you get gypped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh You at the bar, wodie, drinking my piss, uh The yellow shit in the bottle ain't Cris', son You turned your motherfuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em You just mad 'cause I'm hitting your sister You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh Pop a lot of shit without that liquor, yup We mossied up, so take our picture I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya Whether now, later, afterlife or scripture You might also like[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, oh shit, ayo, Tone, hurry up and get 'em, nigga You know what I mean? It's about to pop off Y'all niggas clear the fucking floor Get the fuck out the way, come on [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay [Refrain: Trife Da God, Ghostface Killah, ​​Trife Da God & Ghostface Killah] Yo, it's Tone in the building, the team's in the building Niggas wanna beef, w​​​hat up, what up, what up? We packed to the ceiling, we constantly chilling We can 'cause we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut​​​​​​ [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Shimmy, shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay now Yes, my birthday landed in May, now Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like déjà vu Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo Ahh, you bitch niggas better listen up Anybody front, paramedics gon' pick 'em up They try to save you, swear to God, I hit the nurse up Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck" I tried to ignore it, his people saw it I ain't the type of dude you go to war with My Polo gun, yo, will crack the floor shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yo, ayo, Pete Rock, good looking, nigga Staten Island, yo, Theodore What's the deal? Slap me one of the ratchets I'm about to go in, yo [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V Gotta burn those leaves, and, uh Pretty Tone make the girls say, "Please, daddy, work that D Put it in and be eas'", and uh, so what? Come on Now some of y'all people might know me from my Wallabees Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me I stick it up like a nice cake robbery And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me Floss the ill robes since "Criminology" Supreme Clientele put the world on top of me Yo, babe, hurry up with those collard greens I represent S.I., they ain't as wild as me They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies Tone got the powder, squeeze, don't surround me Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty Y'all can just crown me [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, that's right I'd like to thank y'all for coming out tonight How y'all like that shit? You know what I mean, who really run New York? This is that Theodore shit, motherfucker2

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Baby Got Back

Sir Mix-a-Lot

[Intro: Girls] "Oh, my, god, Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. She looks like one of those rap guys' girlfriends. Who understands those rap guys? They only talk to her, because she looks like a total prostitute, okay? I mean, her butt, it's just so big. Ugh, I can't believe it's just so round, it's like out there, I mean, ugh, gross. Look! She's just so black!" [Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face, you get sprung Wanna pull up tough 'cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearin' I'm hooked and I can't stop starin' Oh, baby, I wanna get wit'cha And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But that butt you got makes (Me so horny!) Oh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you wanna get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupie I've seen 'em dancin' To hell with romancin' She sweat, wet Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!) Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!) Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!) Shake that healthy butt! Baby got back! You might also like[Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot] (L.A. face with a Oakland booty) Baby got back! (L.A. face with a Oakland booty) (L.A. face with a Oakland booty) [Verse 2: Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like 'em round, and big And when I'm throwin' a gig I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal Now here's my scandal I wanna get you home And ugh, double-up, ugh-ugh I ain't talkin' 'bout Playboy 'Cause silicone parts are made for toys I want 'em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mix-a-Lot's in trouble Beggin' for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Knock-kneed bimbos walkin' like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sisters, I wanna get wit'cha I won't cuss or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna— 'Til the break of dawn Baby got it goin' on A lot of simps won't like this song 'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it And I'd rather stay and play 'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So, ladies! (Yeah!) Ladies! (Yeah) If you wanna roll in my Mercedes (Yeah!) Then turn around! Stick it out! Even white boys got to shout [Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot] Baby got back! Baby got back! [Bridge: Sir Mix-a-Lot] "Yeah, baby. When it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha-ha, only if she's 5'3"." [Verse 3: Sir Mix-a-Lot] So your girlfriend rolls a Honda Playin' workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none Unless you've got buns, hun You can do side bends or sit-ups But please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that hard role And tell you that the butt ain't gold So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So Cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that! 'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin' And I'm thinkin' 'bout stickin' To the beanpole dames in the magazines: You ain't it, Miss Thing! Give me a sista, I can't resist her Red beans and rice didn't miss her Some knucklehead tried to diss 'Cause his girls are on my list He had game, but he chose to hit 'em And I pull up quick to get wit 'em So ladies, if the butt is round And you want a triple X throwdown Dial 1-900-MIX-A-LOT And kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back! [Outro] Baby got back! Little in the middle but she got much back! Little in the middle but she got much back!37

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Drips

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem & Obie Trice] Obie, yo I'm sick Damn, you straight, dog? [Chorus: Eminem & Obie Trice] That's why I ain't got no time (I think I got chlamydia) For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches (Bitch!) on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick (That bitch!) That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time [Verse 1: Obie Trice] Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk (Damn!) I had a bag of the skunk, won in last night's tunk Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaner's Fucked me good, you shoulda seen this Big booty bitch, switch unbearable (Shit!) French roll stylin', body like a stallion Sizin' up the figure, while my shit gettin' bigger Debatin' on a fuck or do I wanna be her nigga? Caressin' this bitch, plus I'm checkin' out them tits (Damn!) Sippin' on that fine shit, I ain't used to buyin' I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory Like takin' hoes' money, but that's another story For surely pussy on toast, after we toast Her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice (C'mere) The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin' my jock In that spot hotter than the hottest block "Don't stop!"—response I got when I was knockin' it Clock's steady tickin', kinky finger-lickin' And can on, semen's at my tip when she moans I gotta slow down before I cum soon And work that nigga like a slave owner (Yeah) When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her She foamin' at them lips, the ones between the hips Pubic hair's lookin' like some sour cream dip Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though Pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks We in the final stretch (C'mere), the last part of sex I bust a fat-ass nut, then I woke up next (Holy) Like, what the fuck is goin' on here? (Shit!) This bitch evaporated Pussy and all just picked up and vacated And now I'm frustrated, 'cause my dick was unprotected (Damn!) And doctor Wesley tellin' me I really got that shit (Fuck!) You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time [Verse 2: Eminem] Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin' Someone better get this bitch 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw her Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort Though what's she shovin' me for? (Bitch!) Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the door? Man, I'm this close to goin' toe-to-toe with this whore What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce? She's havin' another baby in a month, and it's yours And you found out it isn't, 'cause this bitch has been visitin' someone else And suckin' his dick and kissin' you on the lips when you get back to Michigan Now the plot is thickenin' worse ‘Cause you feel like you've been stickin' your fuckin' dick in a hearse So you're paranoid at every little cold that you get Ever since they sold you this shit, you've been holdin' your dick So you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it Then the doctor comes out, lookin' like Dennis the Menace (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS (Sorry) He ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it (Sorry) So you jet back home, 'cause you gon' get that ho When you see her, you gon' bend her fuckin' neck back, yo 'Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low? Jesus, I don't believe this bitch works at the cleaner's Bringin' me home diseases, swingin' from Obie's penis She's so deceivin', shit, this ho's a genius, she G'd us [Chorus: Eminem] That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time [Outro: Eminem & Obie Trice] I'm busy, yeah, fuck these bitches! Fuck 'em all! Get money, Shady Records Ha, whoa! Obie Trice! Eminem, motherfucker! New millennium shit, yeah Turn this shit off, man Turn this shit the fuck—42

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Dangerous

Busta Rhymes

[Produced by Rashad Smith] [Intro] Yeah, 'nother one of them Flipmode joints Busta Rhymes, y'all, word mother, y'all (Uhh), check it out, y'all (Uhh) Just swing to the left (Ohh), swing to the right Make you feel good, make you feel alright One time, feel good, yeah, y'all (Uh) Busta Rhymes in the place, y'all (Come on) Makin' you feel real good, y'all Flipmode is the squad in the place, y'all [Verse 1] Buckwild to all of my niggas (Ha) who don't care Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires (Uh-huh) Makin' you run, me and my dunn stackin' my ones (Woo) Floss a little, invest up in a mutual fund (That's right) Blowin' the horn, a sense of every day I was born (Ha) Never dream, I see a nigga landscapin' my lawn (Uh-huh) Dangerous, my nigga shit be accurate (Uh) Have to get, the flow (Hoo) be so immaculate Ayo, ayo, watchin' my dough (Ha), sippin' my Moe' (Uh-huh) Slippin' in slow, them pretty bitches sayin' "Hello" Anyway go 'head (Ha) and diss, play your Oil of Olay (Uh-huh) Little honey dip whippin' a little Cabriolet (Ha) I don't mean to hold you up but I got somethin' to say (Right) Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us (Ha), you know this ain't no game to us (Uh-huh) You strange to us, that's when we gettin' dangerous, come on See Busta Rhymes LiveGet tickets as low as $99You might also like[Chorus] This is serious (Uh-huh) We could make you delirious (Right) You should have a healthy fear of us (That's right) 'Cause too much of us is dangerous (Come on) So dangerous (Uh-huh), we so dangerous (Alright) My Flipmode Squad is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous (Uh-huh) My whole entire unit is dangerous (Come on) [Verse 2] Hold your breath, we swingin' it from right to left (Uh-huh) Word to Wyclef, nigga shit be hot to death (Ha!) Stayin' alive, you know (Hoo) only the stronger survive (Uh-huh) Holdin' my heat, under my seat, whippin' my five Bassline (Ha) for all of my people movin' around (Uh-huh) Gimme' a pound, all of my niggas holdin' it down Cuttin' you up (Ha), the new shit ruckin' you up (Uh) Fuckin' you up (Hoo), my black hole suckin' you up (Uh-huh) Back in the days a nigga used to be ass out (Uh-huh) Now a nigga holdin' several money market accounts (Hahaha) Blaze the street and the I (Hoo) would just like to announce (Uh-huh) Feelin' my groove, my jigga-jigga makin' you bounce (That's right) Others is fair, me and my niggas breakin' the bread (Uh-huh) Straight gettin' it, we got you niggas holdin' your head Afraid of us (Haa), you know this ain’t no game to us You strange to us, that’s when we gettin' dangerous, come on [Chorus] This is serious (Ah) We could make you delirious (Uh-huh) You should have a healthy fear of us (Right) 'Cause too much of us is dangerous So dangerous (Uh, uh-huh), we so dangerous (Uh-huh, uh-huh) My Flipmode Squad is dangerous We so dangerous (Right, right), we so dangerous (Uh-huh) My whole entire unit is dangerous (Come on) [Bridge] One time, y'all (Ahhh, ahh-ahhh) Throw your hands real high y'all (Ahhh, ah-ah) Yeah, get down y'all (Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh) Let me see you, all y'all (Ahhh, ah, ahhh) Busta Rhymes, Flipmode, y'all 1998, y'all (Haa, ho-ho) Ha, get down, y’all (Uh, uh) Let’s have a ball, y'all [Verse 3] Feelin' the heat up in the street, rockin' the beat (Uh-huh) Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat (Right) Comin' around all of my niggas surround me (Uh) So much bottles (Ha) of liquor, y'all niggas’ll drown me (What?) Makin' you drunk (Wooo), feelin' the funk, blazin' the skunk (Uh) Stay hittin' with the shit that blow a hole in your trunk Afraid of us (Wooo), you know this ain’t no game to us (Ha) You strange to us, that’s when we gettin dangerous, come on [Chorus] This is serious (Uh-huh) We could make you delirious (Right) You should have a healthy fear of us (Uh-huh) 'Cause too much of us is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous (Uh-huh, uh-huh) My Flipmode Squad is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous (That's right) My whole entire unit is dangerous (Come on) [Outro] Uh-huh, uh (Ah) Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (Boom-boom, boom, ah-ah) Uh-huh, uh (Boom-boom, ih, ah) Uh, uh, uh (Boom-boom, ah, people) Uh, uh (Ah, oh, ah, ih) Uh, uh, uh (Sticky, ah-ah, ih, ah) Uh, uh (Oh, ih, ah, oh) Uh, uh (Ih, ah, ih, oh) Uh, uh Uh, uh Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh5

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Lisztomania

Phoenix

[Verse 1] So sentimental Not sentimental, no Romantic, not disgusting yet Darling, I'm down and lonely When with the fortunate only I've been looking for something else Do let, do let, do let Jugulate, do let, do Let's go slowly, discouraged Distant from other interests On your favorite weekend ending This love's for gentlemen only That's with the fortunate only No, I gotta be someone else These days, it comes, it comes, it comes It comes, it comes and goes [Chorus] Lisztomania Think less but see it grow Like a riot, like a riot, oh Not easily offended Not hard to let it go From a mess to the masses Lisztomania Think less but see it grow Like a riot, like a riot, oh Not easily offended Not hard to let it go From a mess to the masses You might also like[Verse 2] Follow, misguide, stand still Disgust, discourage On this precious weekend ending This love's for gentlemen only Wealthiest gentlemen only And now that you're lonely Do let, do let, do let Jugulate, do let, do Let's go slowly, discouraged We'll burn the pictures instead When it's all over, we can barely discuss For one minute only Not with the fortunate only Thought it could have been something else These days, it comes, it comes, it comes It comes, it comes and goes [Chorus] Lisztomania Think less but see it grow Like a riot, like a riot, oh Not easily offended Know how to let it go From a mess to the masses Lisztomania Think less but see it grow Like a riot, like a riot, oh Not easily offended Know how to let it go From a mess to the masses [Bridge] Ooh, this is showtime, this is showtime, this is showtime Ooh, this is showtime, this is showtime, this is showtime Time, time to show it off, time to show it off It's time to show it off Time, time to show it off, time to show it off It's time to show it off [Chorus] From the mess to the masses Lisztomania Think less, but see it grow Like a riot, like a riot, oh Disgust, disgust, disgust, disgust, disgust, discouraged40

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Women Lie, Men Lie

Yo Gotti

[Intro: Female Vocals, Yo Gotti & Lil Wayne] Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Lie, lie) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Heh! I'm Yo Gotti!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Young Money!) [Chorus: Female Vocals, Yo Gotti & Lil Wayne] Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Uh-huh! Damn!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Hey all I see is notes. Yeah/Yeah!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (16, 16.5, 17, 18) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) (Hey, Chris) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them num-them num-them numbers don't lie!) (You'll need the money machine for this one) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Don't lie, don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Don't lie!) [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Ay, step up in the party and them bad bitches be on me I be sipping on Patron when I'm jumping out Ferrari's I be rocking Gucci, sometimes Louis, I'm retarded And the rims by Asanti, but the shades by Bulgari Hand on my scrap, I got my mind on my money Plus if my mind on dine, he ain't taking nothing from me Headed on this choppa tool, headed on this choppa tool Got headed on a hundered round cause that's how much the choppa shoot Ball-balling is my hobby, counting hundreds, going shopping And a 5 star wit me and I met her in the lobby Took her to the room, she hit me with that line Said she ain't that type of girl, so I told her stop lyin' You might also like[Chorus: Female Vocals, Yo Gotti & Lil Wayne] Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (It's all there) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them num-them num-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Don't lie, don't lie!) (Young Money) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Don't lie!) (Yeah!) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Okay, I ain't gotta lie, cross my heart, hope to die Them numbers don't lie, G5 over sky I fucked her pussy good, make her cry if I tried But I'm tired of being sick, and I'm sick of being tired Tired of these niggas, and tired of these bitches And shit, let them lie, long as they ain't snitching And men lie about women and shit Women lie about plenty (Women lie, men lie) And they ain't lying on me I'm in the bed with two fine bitches lying on me So that would make three, and numbers don't lie And money don't lie, and neither do I, bitch! [Chorus: Female Vocals & Lil Wayne] Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Cause I'm the truth) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Yeah) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Now what are you? Haha!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) (Haha!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Them-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Them num-them num-them numbers don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Don't lie, don't lie!) Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Don't lie!) [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] I'm tryna count to a billion My bitch, Brazilian Hop in that Lamb', push the button, lose the ceiling Sun out, no rain drops, posting the same spot Right here in North, North Memphis where I came from Hundred on the neck, I ain't never had shit That the streets gave me family, Barry White cut the check Ain't no secret in the streets, niggas know I got neck Got the swagger through the roof, I was born just to flex Zip code on my wrist, phone number in the bank In my ten 'til six with my 305 paint I got my 3-5-7 and my 501's In a Lear 55 wit my Air Force Ones No lie! [Outro Chorus: Female Vocals & Yo Gotti] Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Aye, it's your boy, Yo Gotti!) Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie Say what you want, but the pockets don't lie3

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Can’t Forget About You

Nas

[Produced by Will.I.Am] [Verse 1: Nas] There comes a day in your life when you wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch when you old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts, have a cold one Brag, to your grandkids on how life is golden So I'mma light a cigar in the corridor of the crib Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did All the money and fame, 8 by 10's Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Colliding with big names that could've made your career stop All that, and your man is still here and I'm still hot Wow, I need a moment y'all See I almost felt a tear drop [Bridge: Nas] When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule, but always on time [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me Ohh, I'm that history I'm that block I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you (Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) You might also like[Verse 2: Nas] Can't forget about the old school, Bam, Caz, Melle Mel, Flash Rocksteady spinnin on they back Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy, Fresh Prince Fat Boys broke up, rap hasn't been the same since So irregular, how it messed you up When Mr. T became a wrestler Can't forget about Jordan's retirement The shot Robert Horry hit to win the game in the finals kid Some things are forever, some things are not It's the things we remember that gave the world shock They stay in a place in your mind so snug Like who the person was with whom you first made love [Bridge: Nas] When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule, but always on time [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me Ohh, I'm that history I'm that block I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you (Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) Can't forget about you (Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) [Verse 3: Nas] Unforgettable, unsubmittable, I go by N now Just one syllable, it's the end cause the game's tired It's the same vibe, Good Times had right after James died That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times But I'm a dreamer nostalgic with the state of mind The past the past enough of it, aight then But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson Or Mike when his talk was live Or when he first did the moon walk on Motown 25 [Bridge: Nas] When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule, but always on time [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me [Outro: Nat "King" Cole sample] That's why, darling, it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too10

Hip-Hop

Don’t Look Down

Kanye West

[Chorus: Mos Def] Don't look down, it's an impossible view Fly like an eagle, whatever you do Don't look down, it's an impossible view Spread your wings, aerial [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Head to the sky, wings raised and She's about to fly, and take her place in Out there in the stars, when she leaves the ground She'll see a broken heart, if she turns around But ain't no going back, this is how it must be He told her she'll be burned alive, she just told him, "Trust me" If funerals are beautiful, this ugly Knowing this, he told her, "You won't leave me if you love me" And he knows that, because he knows her Hard to hide his feelings, as it engulfs her Now she's a bright blaze, light rays A shooting out, a phoenix on fire burning up the nightscape So let's hear it for our heroine Applaud as her spirit just flies into the never-end One closed chapter, it opens up another part So this is more like, "The end, question mark" [Chorus: Mos Def] Don't look down, it's an impossible view Fly like an eagle, whatever you do Don't look down, it's an impossible view Spread your wings, aerial You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West] Don't let me hold you back, I only hold you back We're on a dead-end street, this block has got a cul-de-sac So fly baby, my baby so high Sometimes it's so hard to say bye We made it from the alley, straight up to the valley We pulled up at the valet, we'll teach our daughter ballet We'll raise us a Beyonce, maybe she'll be a Halle You woulda been the best mom, I woulda been the best 'Ye You see it all in my veins, like varicose I know that's very gross, but we getting very close To our end, though I kill most with a pen Soon as this flow end, I'ma let Mos begin [Chorus: Mos Def & Kanye West] Don't look down, it's an impossible view Fly like an eagle, whatever you do Don't look down, it's an impossible view Spread your wings, aerial [Chorus: Kanye West & Big Sean] Don't look down, it's an impossible view Fly like an eagle, whatever you do Don't look down, it's an impossible view Spread your wings, aerial Don't look down, it's an impossible view Spread your wings, aerial Don't look down, it's an impossible view How could you do it? How could you do it? [Verse 3: Big Sean] Okay, now baby, here we go, we go, no baby, me go You got my heart, baby, this what it beat for I give it all, walk as far as my feet go What you mean, "Me go?" Why can't it be, "We go"? What happens when people turn to tears? (Huh?) Dreams turn to memories and weeks turn to years, huh? Been standing in the same spot for a couple of weeks Give me my feelings back, wish love came with a couple receipts Man, our vacation was coming next week Girl, I swear you was a trip, let's make it a couples' retreat (Do it!) How could my girl do this to me? Woke up to a note saying, "The world did this to me" Now I'm testing, one-two, reporting live from the rubble Drinking all I can so I can turn to fire when I hug you One, two, three, four, five models on the double Give me head all at once, look like they lying in a huddle But it's not even half the feeling As hearing your, "Seans, you know I love you" Shedding tears every day (I know you do) And I'm tired of lying in these puddles I ask "Why?" sometimes like a fucking vowel Been hitting trees every day like a fucking owl Trying to get high enough to cut the clouds Of the Phoenix sun and Nash it out I mean ash it out, so I could see you smile I-I know you can see me now [Chorus: Mos Def] Don't look down, it's an impossible view Fly like an eagle, whatever you do Don't look down, it's an impossible view Spread your wings, aerial12

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Pony

Ginuwine

[Verse 1] I'm just a bachelor I'm looking for a partner Someone who knows how to ride Without even falling off Gotta be compatible takes me to my limits Girl when I break you off I promise that you won't wanna get off [Chorus] If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it [Verse 2] Sitting here flossing Peeping your steelo Just once if I have the chance The things I would do to you You and your body, every single portion Send chills up and down your spine Juices flowing down your thigh [Chorus] If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it See Ginuwine LiveGet tickets as low as $55You might also like[Verse 3] If we're gonna get nasty baby First we'll show and tell Till I reach your pony tail Lurk all over and through you baby Until we reach the stream You'll be on my jockey team (Ooooh) [Chorus] If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it Ride it My saddle [Outro] They throw the best damn party They throw the best damn party They throw the best damn party They throw the best damn party They throw the best damn party They throw the best damn party It's the urban up in here, A.K.A [Spoken] Throw the best damn party They throw the best Damn, sick of being alone42

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Top Back (Remix)

T.I.

[Intro: T.I. & Jeezy] Crème de la crème, homie, top shelf you know I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low Down low, down low, down low, I like my top let back Let back, let back, let back let back, let back Chea, you already know what this shit is nigga, remix nigga Mannie Fresh, T.I.P what up, nigga? I got'cha nigga I'ma show these niggas what to do on you, nigga [Verse 1: Jeezy] I let my chain hang low get that thing up on my waist All them haters talking reckless tell 'em say it to my face Concealed bankroll, yeah, I almost caught a case It's the remix so Mannie Fresh drop the bass I say now 28 inches got me sitting so high Reach straight up through the clouds God damn I'm in the sky Got my 87's on, goddammit I'm fly Bet you anything won't nann' nigga try it I push the Yukon Wednesday, the drop-top Monday Ice cream Impala same color as a sundae So you can miss me with that hating and that "He can't rap shit" Tell them faggot-ass niggas wrap their lips around my dick Goddamn my money's sick, hey, I need to see a doctor Black on black Bentley call it "Phantom of the Opera" Lemon-lime drop top, I call it a Sprite When I pull out the garage you can call it a night See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: T.I.] I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black [Verse 2: Young Dro] Dro, my trunk gon' break the damn law I'm riding through the hood with eighths of damn raw Them 27's tall but them eights are damn raw Bitches know they see the platinum is gray like grandpa Spray the Chevy all kind of sour apple colors Diamonds up in my charm look like pineapple suckers TEC-9 for some, MAC-90 for others Lethal weapon on Ducati's, I got on my Danny Glovers Nah, this ain't the movie, but I shot four brothers And plus I gotta Chevelle that flop four colors Cars without the covers, my beat down low I let my rims sit high, I'm the best thing blowing now [Chorus: T.I.] I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black [Verse 3: Big Kuntry King] I got my treble up high and my beat down low I don't slam no doors, hop in where the roof go What I need a roof fo', replace it with the sky Streets be mine with that Georgia on my mind I ride in the wettest paint, like I'm surfing on a tidal wave Cocaine whip, yeah, straight out the microwave Man in the trunk, sound like the man knockin' Five pass rocking with stacks in my pockets [Verse 4: B.G.] I got money in my pocket and my mind on mo' To hear myself think, I like my beat down low Cigarello full of 'dro and the chevy two-toned It's sitting on chromes, that's how I get my roll on Gotta dip through the hood, you know Gizzle keep it real I see some hot girls, so I'm a turn it up a lil' Let them bounce to the music, ba-bounce to the beat The top down, hop in and ride with a G [Chorus: T.I.] I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black [Verse 5: T.I.] Even though I like my beat down low and my top let back Chrome feet down low and my impala wet black Digi dash, hit the gas tell them niggas check that Make them bitches sit back woofers give 'em wet cats Coming down in a Chevy motor sound like it very tight It is you can tell I hear the tire yelling er' light 808 ain't even kicking I bet you could still hear it Lord forbid I cut it up, I bet I could let Phil hear it Okay my money real big, choppers is still hid They catch me with it fuck it I'm doing my lil' bid And my drop top riding with my Glock cocked riding I'm looking for them niggas where they at stop hiding [Outro: T.I.] Now that's a motherfuckin' remix nigga3

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La La

Lil Wayne

[Intro] David-David-David-David-David Banner La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la La La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la, la La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ugh, sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her daddy Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict Man, I swear I'm on top like the attic Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean, but we get dirty like Harry Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries Fuck me, I'm all about "oui" like Paris— Hilton, presidential suite already I'm richer than Nicole, and I'm a lion like her daddy I am hotter than the Sun-day after Sat'day I swear, I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket Or Diego Corrales, nigga, keep jabbin' See, my style, it varies, like drugs in a alley My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently A parent, yeah, my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga, I ain't 'bout to die See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky I swear, I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly Four tears in my face, and you ain't never heard me cry I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride Oww! You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet (Ahhh, haaaa) [Verse 2: Brisco] My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses (Hershey's) I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston Oh, and did I mention? I'm fly like a pigeon Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart The Polo be cream, but the Prada's caviar Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin' He told me, "Sip this, and call me in the morning" Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman In my life—then, I got horny [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, you know a nigga been home, honey Money fuckin' retarded, call it "Down Syndrome money" My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed, "sickle cell bread" My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock These bitches call me "Bling King," I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe Like purchase purses, places, all them things that you can't conceive Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (Whoa!) I hope you niggas know just what it is While I'm countin' my paper, niggas know I'm handlin' my biz (Okay) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet11

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Runaway Love

Ludacris

[Intro] Yeah, and it go a little somethin' Li-li-like this [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Now little Lisa's only nine years old She's tryin to figure out why the world is so cold Why she's all alone and they never met her family Momma's always gone and she never met her daddy Part of her is missin and nobody'll listen Momma's on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen Bringin home men at different hours of the night Startin with some laughs, usually endin in a fight Sneakin in her room when her momma's knocked out Tryin to have his way and little Lisa says ouch She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her Tries to tell her mom but her momma don't believe her Lisa's stuck up in a world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothin else to do but get some clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back (Like this) See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) [Verse 2: Ludacris] Little Nicole is only ten years old She's steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her Alcoholic stepdad always wanna strike her Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises Teachers ask questions, she's makin up excuses Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out It's only one girl really knows what she's about Her name is little Stacy and they become friends Promise that they'll always be tight 'til the end Until one day lil' Stacy gets shot A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block Now Nicole's stuck up in a world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and NEVER come back [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) [Verse 3: Ludacris] Little Erica is eleven years old She's steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold So she pops X to get rid of all the pain Plus she's havin sex with her boy who's sixteen Emotions run deep as she thinks she's in love So there's no protection, he's usin no glove Never thinkin 'bout the consequences of her actions Livin for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction The days go by and her belly gets big The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid Knowin her momma would blow it all out of proportion Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion Erica is stuck up in a world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack She says she 'bout to run away and NEVER come back, ah! [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) [Bridge: Mary J. Blige] Runaway, runaway love Don't keep runnin' away Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway Run it, run it, run it, run it, ah-ah Don't keep runnin', runnin' away Don't, don't keep runnin', runnin' away I know how you feel, I've been there I was runnin' away too I will run away with you, I will run away with you Runaway, runaway love Don't keep runnin' away I'll run away with you, if you want me to [Outro: Ludacris] Yeah, I can only imagine what you goin through ladies Sometimes I feel like runnin away myself So do me a favor right now and close your eyes And picture us runnin away together When we come back everything gonna be okay Open your eyes15

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Holdin’ It Down

Big L

[Produced by Pete Rock] [Intro: Big L & Pete Rock] Yeah, yeah! Flamboyant Entertainment Big L [Verse 1: Big L] Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks Spend money to dress them chicks I sex them chicks and send 'em home Corleone is known to be stoned When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown The other night around 8 P.M Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the grey BM Went to the ATM, took a thou' out Then later on, I had to wild out In the club, knocked some coward and his pal out Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out Now I'm thinkin' which chick number I could dial out? 'Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp, baby, for real I got more dimes than that Sprint lady, and that's ill Playa haters be givin' me harsh looks But I'm tryin' to sell records like Garth Brooks So F 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on Illegal chips keep my celly on Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal, boo, I guess it's Perignon If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on Yo, try to tax and watch the 9 mill burst I've been off the scene over three years and cats is still thirst To hear Big L drop an ill verse So all you unsigned cats that wanna battle — get a deal first! I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat That attitude — you better get rid of that Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at What?! I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel Makin' figures while you broke cats is keepin' it real L is rap most livest cat I'm gettin' stacks while you askin' people "Do you want fries with that?" I rob fags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced The one police wouldn't dare chase Keep my gear laced Do I walk around without papes? No way, pal! Word up! My money longer than the O.J. trial You might also like[Chorus x2: Miss Jones] Harlem World keep holdin' it down! For Big L, nigga long overdue (Big L) And niggas wanna know do you still got it, got it? ("It's so amazin'!") Stan Spit! Yo, uh! [Verse 2: Stan Spit] Yo, what the hell y'all can tell Spit? Not shit! I did a flick and rhymed on L's shit Well, shit, expect me to go platinum That's the only reason why I'm rappin' And since L passed, niggas expect me to make it happen With no release date, I sell in each state I'm the type to drive to Philly for a cheese-steak So what I'm a Harlem king? Doin' my thing, my name ring Chains and dames what the fame bring After platinum, it's the same thing And niggas'll never learn 'til I pull the steel and make they leather burn You don't get another turn, game's over Use my flamethrower, rearrange your Rover Harlem soldier, wait 'til I get older And we won't stop, I thought Ma$e told ya Nigga Stan, he do what he gotta And these haters can't do me nada Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada [Chorus x2: Miss Jones] Harlem World keep holdin' it down! For Big L, nigga overdue (Big L) And niggas wanna know do you still got it, got it? ("It's so amazin'!") [Verse 3: A.G.] Yo, yo, move the fuck back! A bring the heat when I touch tracks These niggas beef, then wanna chill? Fuck that! These rap niggas with the mills, we deduct that I ask all my ghetto cats — where my love at?! Now, where the brews and the drugs at? Corrupt cats catch slug hats Ask the Feds where the bugs at? Puff with the dread 'cause I puff, black High 'til I die, and you can trust that All I wanna know is the club packed? I see the haters sweatin' shorty, but I dug that She put my nut sack back where her lungs at... little ho And them niggas who owe, give up that! Huh! It's me and Corle', like Eddie and Nolte Go 'head and provoke me Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope, B Still "Diggin'", still livin' Still givin' y'all the ill writtens Still fuckin' like Bill Clinton (Yo! Yo!) [Chorus x4: Miss Jones] Harlem World keep holdin' it down! For Big L, nigga long overdue (Big L) Niggas wanna know do you still got it, got it? ("It's so amazin'!") [Outro: Pete Rock] Big L5

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Nikes on My Feet

Mac Miller

[Intro: Mac Miller] Woah Haha, yeah [Chorus: Nas & Mac Miller] And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey, hey) Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey), Nike-Nike-Nikes (Haha) Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (We just some motherfuckin' kids) Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete (Just some motherfuckin' kids) Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Ayy, lace 'em up, lace 'em up, lace 'em up, lace 'em Blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon Nikes on my feet make my cypher complete, uh I stay shining like the lights on the street in the night Revis take me shoppin' when I'm up in New York Hit the shoe store, go and cop a few more You at the mall getting dinner at the food court I'm in LA eatin' twenty-two course Young boss, bitch, paper in my pockets I got a closet filled with shoeboxes Mom said my spending habit little bit obnoxious But a pilot stay fresh up in his cockpit Used to rock hand-me-downs Now I buy some clothes, wear 'em out Hit the club, bitches pull they cameras out Livin' in a dream, they beginnin' to believe My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed Shit, with what I'm spittin', they should give me a degree Good liquor, what I'm sippin' isn't cheap, uh Finna blow, don't snooze, don't sleep All I really need is some shoes on my feet You might also like[Chorus: Nas & Mac Miller] And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey), Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey) Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey) Nike-Nike-Nikes (Uh), Nike-Nike-Nikes (We just some motherfuckin' kids, haha) Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes [Verse 2: Mac Miller] I make 'em so mad, they got no swag Pippens on my feet, they the throwbacks, look My money good, but these hoes bad So they stay attached to my gonads, uh Wakin' up to a few L's Open up my closet to that new shoe smell I guess I'm doin' well Smokin' all the weed that I used to sell But once my album goes in the shelves It's going Nextel how it's finna sell For now, we're sellin' tapes out my shoebox Any spot, just set up my shop You're mad that your girl always says that I'm hot She buyin' my t-shirts, but she spendin' your guap, uh Say, "What up?" if you see me around Nike Airs separate my feet from the ground, it's just [Chorus: Nas & Mac Miller] And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (Yeah) And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes Nike-Nike-Nikes, Nike-Nike-Nikes Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes Nike-Nike-Nikes, Nike-Nike-Nikes45

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Whatever You Want

Big Sean

[Intro - Big Sean] Ay, Big! They say they want something real Thats what I’mma give em And if I keep it real how could they not feel it Hey yeah Can you say GOOD music? Can you say GOOD music? [Verse 1] Let me tell you about a bad ass chick Everybody wanna grab her Tryna climb on that looking for a ladder Niggas wanna stab her, dag her, dag it Everybody want it Ain't too many had it Beauty and brains, went to all the classes Graduated too even went and got a masters Bad ass chick probably could have been an actress So what she do? She want to be an actress Moved to Manhatton, shit got real Took acting classes with Denzel Leading lady like Hillary grabbing big Bills See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also likeCommercial money baby, ten thousand and a mill Yeah, plus she had a baby boy And the nigga she was with she couldn’t love more Still want more, shit, she on a roll Move to Hollywood, she could probably get a role And she did, but realised the nigga wasn’t shit Addicted to the broads and on top of this she pregnant With another boy Honestly thought abort but still had the boy Lets name him Sean Honestly probably after Connery One of her favourite actors but acting ain't promising Ay yo I know there was certain things that was meant for you And thats why I’m giving you [Hook] (Whatever you want) This whatever you want (Before) Just tell me (Whatever you want) You deserve whatever you want (Before) I won’t stop till you get whatever you want (All the lights) All the lights (The love, dreams you blew away For your baby boy Hold on, I'm on my way (whatever you want)2

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Intro (Pray For Them)

Joe Budden

[Intro] Joey Four Uh, let's get in the mood now [Chorus] Pray for me Pray for me Pray for me Just pray for me 'Body pray for me Need y'all to just pray for me (Joey) 'Body pray for me Need y'all to just pray for me (uh) [Verse] Now if it goes to the wire I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter Walk barefoot over the coal, through the fire I thought the toll would be lighter but make sure that blunt's rolled a little tighter I tell 'em I'm just lookin' for some peace of mind But they say I'm only working with a piece of mine If I'ma do it'll be of my own accord, no crush Swear to God I never called upon the Lord so much Play the corner of the club, laughin' at the wannabes (why?) It's ironic, 'cause they 'erything I wanna be Would light a ton of reef But that's gon' unleash everything I'm tryna hide underneath Uh, then I'd lose all I've earned Uh, and if there's two things that I've learned (what?) Is I'm the only thing at stake (two) And when you the only thing real really you the only thing fake Uh, must be time to escape from that And fuck rhymes, might be time to escape from rap Why should I be the only nigga to escape from the act? So I lie since everybody just escape from fact Yo, that sucker shit niggas be on, I can't dig it Joe, won't lose even if you plan to rig it Yeah, nuttin' to prove with no fear of how I'm depicted I'm here, won't move, I don't care to be evicted You don't like how I move? (Well) Well, I ain't gon' keep still, any nigga want me killed Wanna leave me in the streets peeled Well, if it happens, it happens, I believe in free will Just know that ain't how we built I'll call niggas that will dead you for a cheap thrill When the clip's empty, they gon' try and refill And I'ma be the dude to try stop 'em like "Please chill" (come on) Y'all know what I'm about They keep puttin' up roadblocks, I keep findin' alternate routes Now success seems likely everybody wanna try me I’m all for it, can’t trip me up, won’t fall for it I'm just a man without a care (what else?) Neighbor to heartache, roommate with despair (what else?) Reminded my past is darker 'Cause when AM died (nigga), I was starin' at Travis Barker Wishin' there was something I could say to make him cheer up (So) And so I prayed, and he teared up I ain't wanna see him go through that The same shit that I feel, I just never show you that Guess it's none of nobody business And it just makes you look weaker, every joke is just smoke Gotta look deeper, never mind, don't bother 'Cause some of y'all are smart e—nough and got sense That if you try harder you'll get a glimpse of everything That I harbor, we all ain't got the strength to be a martyr So to anyone who ever loved me (what?) I apologize, and I'm sorry Whole-heartedly, can't change It's just part of me, it's not music, shit's art to me Too fucked up to drive, here's the car key I don't care where we go just get it far from me Choices I don't wanna make but I know I have to World's goin' faster since my ride or die chose the latter Lookin' for a rush out of habit Proof there's a such thing as too much for a addict Ain't the nigga I'm belittled as, riddled ass Nigga come from middle class, when you speak to me show a little class Dropped out of school, 'cause a nigga couldn't sit through class Learnt to fall asleep through the sound of a pistol's blast I come from where dad taught mom to get high (can you hear me?) But she strong so we still got by (huh?) When I picked up the drug why the fuck was they surprised If it wasn't for your genes I wouldn't lust the supply I come from a whole hood tellin' me that I'm next Handin' me a mag, must've noticed I was complex (uh) They say that you a wild individual You just not gettin' my style, you too typical 'Erybody got a word for me Shit y'all deem important ain't pertinent to me, nigga Put your opinion with a feather, and balance that Grab medicine when the success and the talent match You might also like[Outro] Pray for them Somebody please pray for them Uh, pray for them Need y'all to just pray for them Uh, pray for them Somebody pray for them Somebody pray for them Need y'all to just pray for them Pray for them, pray for them Somebody please pray for them Somebody please pray for them Pray for them, pray for them

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What I Got

Sublime

[Intro] Fuck, you can't even sing [Verse 1] Early in the mornin', risin' to the street Light me up that cigarette and I'll strap shoes on my feet Got to find the reason, reason things went wrong Got to find the reason why my money's all gone I got a dalmatian and I can still get high I can play the guitar like a motherfuckin' riot [Verse 2] Well, life is (Too short), so love the one you got 'Cause you might get run over or you might get shot Never start no static, I just get it off my chest Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest Take a small example, take a ti-ti-ti-tip from me Take all of your money, give it all to charity-ty-ty-ty Love is what I got, it's within my reach And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach It all comes back to you, you're bound to get what you deserve Try and test that, you're bound to get served Love's what I got, don't start a riot You'll feel it when the dance gets hot [Chorus] Lovin' is what I got I said, remember that Lovin' is what I got And remember that Lovin' is what I got I said, remember that Lovin' is what I got (I got, I got, I got) You might also like[Verse 3] Why I don't cry when my dog runs away I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay I don't get angry when my mom smokes pot Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock Fuckin' and fightin'; it's all the same Living with Louie Dog's the only way to stay sane Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me [Chorus] 'Cause lovin' is what I got I said, remember that Lovin' is what I got And remember that Lovin' is what I got I said remember that Lovin' is what I got (I got, I got, I got) [Outro] We're not that far off So, that's See, but We're done, man51

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Girl You Know It’s True

Milli Vanilli

[Intro] So what are you doing back? Well, I sat back and thought about the things we used to do It really meant a lot to me, you mean a lot to me I really mean that much to you? Girl, you know it's true [Verse 1] I'm in love with you, girl, cause you're on my mind You're the one I think about most every time And when you crack a smile in everything you do Don't you understand, girl? This love is true You’re soft, silky hand long, sweet and thin That candlelight complexion upon your skin It lightens up my day, and that's oh so true Together, we're one, separated we're two To make you all mine, all mine is my desire Cause you contain a quality that I admire You're pretty plain and simple, you rule my world So try to understand [Pre-Chorus] I'm in love, girl I'm in so love, girl I'm just in love, girl And this is true You might also like[Chorus] Girl, you know it's true Ooh, ooh, ooh, I love you Yes, you know it's true Ooh, ooh, ooh, I love you Girl, you know it's true My love is for you Girl, you know it's true My love is for you [Verse 2] This is some sort of thing, girl, I can't explain My emotion starts up when I hear your name Maybe your sweet sweet voice would ring in my ear Then delay my system, girl, when you are near Come with your positive emotion, love, making enjoyin That's for me to bust it's like a girl and a boy These feelings I get I often wonder why So I thought I might discuss this, girl, just you and I Now what you're wearing I don't care, as I've said before No reason that I like you, girl, just for what you are If I said I'd think about it, you rule my world So try to understand [Pre-Chorus] I'm in love, girl I'm in so love, girl I'm just in love, girl And this is true [Chorus] Girl, you know it's true Ooh, ooh, ooh, I love you Yes, you know it's true Ooh, ooh, ooh, I love you Girl, you know it's true My love is for you Girl, you know it's true My love is for you [Bridge] I'm in love wit' you, girl I'm in love wit' you, girl, girl, girl, girl I'm in love wit' you, I'm in love wit' you I'm in love wit' you [Chorus] Girl, you know it's true My love is for you (Girl, you know it's true) Girl Ooh, ooh, ooh, I love you Yes, you know it's true, g-g-g-g-girl Ooh, ooh, ooh, I love you4

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Umbrella

Rihanna

[Intro: JAY-Z] Uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah, Rihanna) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Good Girl Gone Bad) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Take three, action) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Hov) [Verse 1: JAY-Z & Rihanna] No clouds in my stones Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank Comin' down with the Dow Jones (Ayy, ayy, ayy) When the clouds come, we go, we Roc-A-Fella (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy) We fly higher than weather, in G5's or better You know me (You know me) In anticipation for precipitation, stack chips for the rainy day Jay, Rain Man is back (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy) With Little Miss Sunshine, Rihanna, where you at? (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Rihanna] You have my heart, and we'll never be worlds apart May be in magazines but you'll still be my star Baby, 'cause in the dark, you can't see shiny cars And that's when you need me there With you, I'll always share because [Chorus: Rihanna] When the sun shine, we shine together Told you I'll be here forever Said "I'll always be your friend" Took an oath, I'ma stick it out 'til the end Now that it's rainin' more than ever Know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella You can stand under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy Under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy Under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy Under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy You might also like[Verse 3: Rihanna] These fancy things Will never come in between You're part of my entity Here for infinity When the war has took its part When the world has dealt its cards If the hand is hard Together, we'll mend your heart because [Chorus: Rihanna] When the sun shine, we shine together Told you I'll be here forever Said "I'll always be your friend" Took an oath, I'ma stick it out 'til the end Now that it's rainin' more than ever Know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella You can stand under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy Under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy Under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy Under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Bridge: Rihanna] You can run into my arms It's okay, don't be alarmed Come into me There's no distance in between our love So, gonna let the rain pour I'll be all you need and more because [Chorus: Rihanna] When the sun shine, we shine together Told you I'll be here forever Said "I'll always be your friend" Took an oath, I'ma stick it out 'til the end Now that it's rainin' more than ever Know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella You can stand under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy Under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy Under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy Under my umbrella Ella-ella, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Outro: Rihanna] It's rainin', rainin' Ooh, baby, it's rainin', rainin' Baby, come into me Come into me It's rainin', rainin' Ooh, baby, it's rainin', rainin' You can always come into me Come into me It's pourin' rain It's pourin' rain Come into me Come into me It's pourin' rain It's pourin' rain Come into me79

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Singing In The Rain

Frank Sinatra

I ́m singing in the rain Just singing in the rain What a glorious feeling And I ́m happy again I ́m laughing at clouds So dark, up above The sun ́s in my heart And I ́m ready for love Let the stormy clouds chase Everyone from the place Come on with the rain I have a smile on my face I ́ll walk down the lane With a happy refrain Just singin', singin' in the rain4

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I’m On It

J. Cole

Yeah, my God, Syience [Hook] Lord I've been dreaming about the paper I want it all I wanna shine, I wanna ball I want the whip with the suicide doors This is my life homie, you decide yours I've been dreaming about the paper I want it all I wanna shine, I wanna ball I want the whip with the suicide doors This is my life homie, you decide yours Man, man I'm on it, I'm on it Get on my level boy I'm hot like, I've been dancing with the devil man I'm on it, uh uh I'm on it So in case you ain't heard, observe [Verse 1] I'm bringing that fire, you know that flame throw I'm getting you high, I spittin' that brown sugar that DeAnglo Just look in the sky A nigga so fly I'm up here touching rainbow's Ain't making it rain though No don't be silly mama, I'm no pinata Letting my paper fall, no way But if you feeling it, you can take it all and show me Don't fight the feeling mama Not Jeffrey Dahmer but your body is a killer mama I'm tryna rock that ass to sleep like pyjamas You might also likeI'ma ball hard with the Roc, crossover hit the shot My palms itching like I just got the Chicken Pox Haters wish they could, bitch, I'm bad meaning good I live my life like you should cause [Hook] Man, man I'm on it, I'm on it Get on my level boy I'm hot like I've been dancing with the devil man I'm on it, uh uh I'm on it So in case you ain't heard, observe [Verse 2] And I'm back with that flame, I got that flow that'll blow your brain They calling me Cole yeah that's my name And just like Martin I know that pain No novacaine and won't complain never But spit it so hot whenever I drop a verse I change weather Now hey badder I'm dropping that Floyd Mayweather or Lebron James Rather so much better than these featherweight rappers I'm ahead of my time And never pressing rewind Now watch me shine I'mma ball hard with the Roc, crossover hit the shot My palms itching like I just got the Chicken Pox Haters wish they could, bitch, I'm bad meaning good I live my life like you should cause [Hook] Man, man I'm on it, I'm on it Get on my level I'm hot like, I've been dancing with the devil man I'm on it, uh uh I'm on it So in case you ain't heard, observe (Watch me shine) Big plans (Watch me shine) Big things (Watch me shine) Big money (Watch me shine) Big dreams (Watch me shine) Big crib (Watch me shine) Big screen (Watch me shine) I'm tryna shine like (Watch me shine) I'm on it, uh uh I'm on it man I'm on it, I'm so on it I'mma ball hard with the Roc, crossover hit the shot My palms itching like I just got the Chicken Pox Haters wish they could, bitch, I'm bad meaning good I live my life like you should cause Man, man I'm on it, I'm on it Get on my level I'm hot like, I've been dancing with the devil man I'm on it, uh uh I'm on it So in case you ain't heard, observe1

Hip-HopRap

Shelter from the Storm

Bob Dylan

[Verse 1] 'Twas in another lifetime One of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue The road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness A creature void of form "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya Shelter from the storm" [Verse 2] And if I pass this way again You can rest assured I'll always do my best for her On that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death and men Who are fighting to be warm "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya Shelter from the storm" [Verse 3] Not a word was spoke between us There was little risk involved Everything up to that point Had been left unresolved Try imagining a place Where it's always safe and warm "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya Shelter from the storm" You might also like[Verse 4] I was burned out from exhaustion Buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes And blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile Ravaged in the corn "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya Shelter from the storm" [Verse 5] Suddenly I turned around And she was standing there With silver bracelets on her wrists And flowers in her hair She walked up to me so gracefully And took my crown of thorns "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya Shelter from the storm" [Verse 6] Now there's a wall between us Something there's been lost I took too much for granted I got my signals crossed Just to think that it all began On an uneventful morn "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya Shelter from the storm" [Verse 7] Well, the deputy walks on hard nails And the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much It's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker He blows a futile horn "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya Shelter from the storm [Verse 8] I've heard newborn babies wailing Like a mourning dove And old men with broken teeth Stranded without love Do I understand your question, then Is it hopeless and forlorn "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya Shelter from the storm" [Verse 9] In a little hilltop village They gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation And she gave me a lethal dose I offered up my innocence And I got repaid with scorn "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya Shelter from the storm" [Verse 10] Well, I'm living in a foreign country But I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor's edge Someday I'll make it mine If I could only turn back the clock To when God and her were born "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya Shelter from the storm"15

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This Life Forever

JAY-Z

[Intro] Blackhand Enertainment Roc-A-Fella Records In association with the streets The Black Gangster In conjunction with everything official Yeah [Verse 1] I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Donny Hathaway Me and my niggas spending half the day Plotting, how we gon' get this math today without getting blast away I wake up to the same problems after today Life is harsh, nigga got a right to spark Right from the start, they place me in the ghetto, tender age of nine My tender mind had to surrender to crime Wouldn't wish this on nobody life to end up like mine Ever since I was quite young a nigga been in a bind Had to scratch for every plaque, even rap ain't all it's cracked up to be Niggas don't stack up to me Had to hustle in a world of trouble Trapped in, claustrophobic, the only way out was rapping America don't understand it, the demographics I tapped in I'm the truest nigga to do this, nigga, and anything else is foolish Like those who stay high, under God's grey skies is like Bible, made to save lives In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down Shit, I floss on my off-days, fuck what they all say Niggas can't stop me with rumors, I'm too strong All day, socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulging Holdin' it down on the corner with my block frozen My spot is rolling, drop the price on the coke and Drove the competition out and let the dough flow in The cops is closing in, I can do the time But what's really on my mind, there ain't no hoes in the pen I play the low and try and make it hard to find me Feds still tryna build a case since '93 I told them I'm retired, but they like whatever You know them pigs don't wanna see you get your life together You might also like[Chorus] I'm stuck in this life forever The more things change the more they stay the same Who am I to change the game? You gotta move quick like heroin and cocaine The block's hotter than its ever been (Once again) [Verse 2] Hold the gun at eye level, I ain't afraid of conflict I let the nine rip, nigga say "hi" to the devil I blind with the bezel, I'm in line with the ghetto What y'all niggas afraid of, my mind or the metal? Niggas tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise I carry the 9, so fucking with me just ain't the answer I just can't lose when I was young I was like Fresh Poppa raised me to chess moves And though you're gone, I'm not bitter, you left me prepared We got divided by the years, but I got it from here Don't sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to LeFrak To that project in DC where my man caught his death at Over my years I've seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen Checkmate in 4 moves, the Bobby Fischer of rap with raw moves In a time where we all move Let's face it: either you're dough chasing or basing Lacing, crack's got you feelin' strong like Mason Careful, any infiltration, I'm leaving niggas Leaking more than just information [Chorus] I'm stuck in this life forever The more things change the more they stay the same Who am I to change the game? You gotta move quick like heroin and cocaine The block's hotter than its ever been I'm stuck in this life forever The more things change the more they stay the same Who am I to change the game? You gotta move quick like heroin and cocaine The block's hotter than its ever been [Outro] Uh, real shit, huh The Black Gangsta Blackhand Entertainment Roc-A-Fella They'll never interrupt this thing of ours Uhh, The Black Gangsta Jigga, Hova Roll with me now1

Hip-HopRap

Wish You Were Here

Pink Floyd

[Spoken Intro] And disciplinary remains mercifully Yes and um, I’m with you Derek, this star nonsense Yes, yes, now which is it? I am sure of it [Intro] [Verse] So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? [Acoustic Guitar Solo] [Chorus] How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year Running over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here You might also like[Outro]210

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She Bangs

Ricky Martin

[Intro] (Oh, every day, every day it's sunshine) [Verse 1] Talk to me, tell me your name You blow me off like it's all the same You lit a fuse, and now I'm ticking away Like a bomb, yeah baby Talk to me, tell me your sign You're switching sides like a gemini You're playing games and now you're hitting my heart Like a drum, yeah baby [Pre-Chorus] Well if Lady Luck gets on my side We're gonna rock this town alive I'll let her rough me up 'Til she knocks me out 'Cause she walks like she talks And she talks like she walks [Chorus] She bangs, she bangs Oh baby when she moves, she moves I go crazy 'cause she looks like a flower But she stings like a bee Like every girl in history She bangs, she bangs I'm wasted by the way she moves No one ever looked so fine She reminds me that a woman's Got one thing on her mind See Ricky Martin LiveGet tickets as low as $68You might also like[Verse 2] Talk to me, tell me your name I'm just a link in your daisy chain Your rap sounds like a diamond map To the stars, yeah baby Talk to me, tell me the news You'll wear me out like a pair of shoes We'll dance until the band goes home Then you're gone, yeah baby [Pre-Chorus] Well if it looks like love should be a crime Then better lock me up for life I'll do the time with a smile on my face Thinking of her in her leather and lace [Chorus] She bangs, she bangs Oh baby when she moves, she moves I go crazy 'cause she looks like a flower But she stings like a bee Like every girl in history She bangs, she bangs I'm wasted by the way she moves No one ever looked so fine She reminds me that a woman's Got one thing on her mind [Pre-Chorus] Man, if Lady Luck gets on my side We're gonna rock this town alive I'll let her rough me up 'Till she knocks me out 'Cause she walks like she talks And she talks like she walks [Chorus] She bangs, she bangs Oh baby when she moves, she moves I go crazy 'cause she looks like a flower But she stings like a bee Like every girl in history She bangs, she bangs She moves, she moves She bangs, she bangs She moves, she moves7

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Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

Eurythmics

[Intro/Chorus] Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something [Verse 1] Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused [Chorus] Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something [Bridge] (Hold your head up, keep your head up) movin' on (Hold your head up) movin' on, (keep your head up) movin' on (Hold your head up) movin' on, (keep your head up) movin' on (Hold your head up) movin' on, (keep your head up) [Instrumental Break] [Keyboard Solo] You might also like[Verse 2] Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused [Chorus] Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something [Outro/Chorus] Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Sweet dreams are made of this50

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The Posse Cut (Who Don’t)

Wale

[Chorus] Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't [Verse 1: Wale] Real niggas fuck with us Fuck you if you feelin' different Fuck you phony bamas, fake bitches, and you little git-wits Prince Georges to the District I be there cause I live it Brought this shit to fruition A couple years back ain't seen my vision Runnin' this bitch like I do not care O.G. Nikes, my shoes so rare Whole lot of haters wanna fight I swear Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair Twist me up, let me crank Rub my back, then let me lay Give me dome, then let me skate Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Verse 2: Fat Trel] I remember when I used to bust a Mack with my eyes closed Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed You try and cop, I don't know you nigga, I don't know You shop for hoes, I be searchin' for them calicos Police be lurkin', I be swervin' in the Tahoe I'm still young, still thuggin', I do what you don't And you do what you can, make you less of a man His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand [Chorus] Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't [Verse 3: Black Cobain] Hi hater, arrivederci, its Co-bizzy Hands on the paper, so far gone like I know Drizzy They talk about me, but they can't live without me I send my haters X and O's , that's how you feel about me I ain't bullshittin' with rap, we handle matadors The CP3 of this rap game, I bet my nigga score Flossy in my chip and peps, bitches and they new Giuseppes My bitches ballin' to the Maya Moore's, yes I'm way better than all of them, way better than all of them Mr. I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him Hate is the new love, wait, hate is the new drug I body every beat and tell 'em get they black suits up Mr. Folarin said he got me Trel rockin' too This the board administration, nigga, who the fuck are you? Pass me the purp, I'mma smoke to this Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga I ain't loafin' bitch [Chorus] Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't

Hip-Hop

Billionaire (Remix)

Travie McCoy

[Intro: Bruno Mars] I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad Buy all of the things I never had [Verse 1: Travie McCoy] Yeah, I would have a show like Oprah, I would be the host of Everyday Christmas, give Travie a wish list I'd probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt And adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had shit Give away a few Mercedes, like, here lady have this And last but not least, grant somebody their last wish It's been a couple months that I've been single so You can call me Travie Claus minus the ho-ho Aha, get it? I'd probably visit where Katrina hit And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did Yeah, can't forget about me, stupid Everywhere I go, I'mma have my own theme music [Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars] I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad Buy all of the things I never had I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen [Chorus: Bruno Mars] Oh, every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights A different city every night I swear, the world better prepare For when I’m a billionaire You might also like[Verse 2: T-Pain] Billionaire dollar crib, stadium, theatre Personal ball cleaner, the closet's all Gators I'm eating this morning, break-fast I'mma need 1st place, I refuse to take last You can hear the wordplay on the top of the bass-clap You niggas is all drop-outs, you hate class Until them umbrellas pop out, splish-splash Ain't no rain on her blou-ouse, get back Cause them doors close by themselves Oh, no-no-no, I don't need nobody help They say I'm backwards cause the doors on my Phantom open up the wrong way And I'm like no, homeboy, you just making the wrong pay [Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars] I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad Buy all of the things I never had I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen [Bridge: One Chance] Oh-oh, oh-oh Wanna know where I am, there is nothing wrong, nothing wrong Oh-oh, oh-oh Even back to the ghetto, ghetto, ohh, oh Oh-oh, oh-oh This car and those cribs, I need it all Oh ooh, oh ooh, for when I’m a Billionaire [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Gucci Mane la Flare in the building, yeah Right back like I never even went nowhere Growing up, I dreamed I would be a billionaire And when the Jordans came, I could buy a billion pair Cause zillionaires swagged up, swear it ain't fair Lames lay game and they too too square Life's too short to sit back and look Every night is a movie, my life's a book Money rules the world, but money runs to me You can't put a price tag on what God's done for me I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad So I can tell all my haters to kiss my ass It's Gucci [Outro: Bruno Mars] I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad Buy all of the things I never had I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen2

Hip-Hop

Billie Jean

Michael Jackson

[Verse 1] She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I said, "Don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round?" She said I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She told me her name was Billie Jean as she caused a scene Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of bein' the one Who will dance on the floor in the round [Pre-Chorus 1] People always told me, "Be careful of what you do Don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts" (Hee-hee) And mother always told me, "Be careful of who you love And be careful of what you do (Oh-oh) 'Cause the lie becomes the truth" (Oh-oh), hey-ey [Chorus] Billie Jean is not my lover, uh She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Oh, baby) But the kid is not my son (Hoo) She says I am the one (Oh, baby) But the kid is not my son (Hee-hee-hee, no-no, hee-hee-hee, hoo) [Verse 2] For forty days and for forty nights, the law was on her side But who can stand when she's in demand? Her schemes and plans 'Cause we danced on the floor in the round (Hee) So take my strong advice Just remember to always think twice (Don't think twice) Do think twice! (A-hoo!) She told my baby we'd danced 'til three, then she looked at me Then showed a photo of a baby cryin', his eyes were like mine (Oh, no) 'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby (Ooh, hee-hee-hee) You might also like[Pre-Chorus 2] People always told me, "Be careful of what you do And don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts" (Don't break no hearts; hee-hee) But she came and stood right by me Just the smell of sweet perfume (Ha-oh) This happened much too soon (Ha-oh, ha-ooh) She called me to her room (Ha-oh, hoo), hey-ey [Chorus] Billie Jean is not my lover (Hoo) She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son No-no-no, no-no-no-no-no-no (Hoo) Billie Jean is not my lover, uh She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Oh, baby) But the kid is not my son (Oh, no, no) She says I am the one (Oh, baby) But the kid is not my son (No, hee-hee-hee, ah, hee-hee-hee) [Break] Hee, hoo [Chorus] She says I am the one, uh But the kid is not my son (No-no-no, hoo, ohh) Billie Jean is not my lover, uh She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (You know what you did to me, baby) But the kid is not my son No-no-no (No-no-no, ah), no-no-no-no (No-no-no) She says I am the one (No) But the kid is not my son (No-no-no-no) [Outro] She says I am the one (You know what you did) She says he is my son (Breakin' my heart, babe) She says I am the one Yeah, yeah, Billie Jean is not my lover, uh Yeah, Billie Jean is not my lover, uh Yeah, Billie Jean is not my lover, uh (She is just a girl) Yeah, Billie Jean is not my lover, uh (She is just a girl; don't call me Billie Jean, hoo) Billie Jean is not my lover, uh (She is just a girl; she's not at the scene) Billie Jean is not (Hee), aaow, ooh Yeah, Billie Jean is140

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I Love College (Remix)

Chris Webby

[Intro] It's Chris Webby, yeah Asher Roth ain't the only college boy on this rapping shit And I love college too, shit, heh [Chorus] That party last night was awful nuts bro, wish I remembered But I took a Xany, and shots of Soco so it's whatever Roll my blunts and pop my E Now chug that 40 just like me Pass out at 6, wake up at 3 Then do it again, tonight drinks on me, man I love college [Verse 1] I love college even more than Asher Different chick every other night come home plastered Somehow pass class and twist blunts after I'm Hofstra's top dog and homecourt rapper Fitted pointed backwards, spittin' that fire The shit on campus bitch ask Van Wilder Don't need a reminder to party everyday Cause I'm an alcoholic, I remember anyway I've been drunk since 12, mothafuck a drinkin' age Walk in a liquor store, take my wallet out to pay Clerk tellin' me I'm not who I say I be Even though it says I'm Spanish on my fake ID You might also like[Chorus] That party last night was awful nuts bro, wish I remembered But I took a Xany and shots of Soco so its whatever Roll my blunts and pop my E Now chug that 40 just like me Pass out at 6, wake up at 3 Then do it again, tonight drinks on me, man I love college And I love boozin', and I love bitches, I love college [Verse 2] They say drugs make you dumb, but I don't think they do Last semester, I pulled a fuckin' 3.2 When I wakeup's, the only time I'm sober enough To do homework unless I'm hungover as fuck And still there ain't even a teacher that can hold me Go to class blunted, lookin' somethin' like Spicoli Or I just pull a Ferris Bueler, skip the whole day I'm just here for the party and I hope that's okay But there's no way to stop me, this sophomore's a monster Even though I'll end up doin' 6 years at Hofstra Sit back, sippin' on a beer with a mic Knowing these are gonna be the best years of my life, right? [Chorus] That party last night was awful nuts bro, wish I remembered But I took a Xany and shots of Soco so its whatever Roll my blunts and pop my E Now chug that 40 just like me Pass out at 6, wake up at 3 Then do it again, tonight drinks on me, man I love college And I love boozin', and I love bitches, I love college [Verse 3] I'm a flip-cup phenomenon, beer pong pro Hit all 10 in a row with my fuckin' eyes closed A little bend of the knees and a flick of the wrist Have you chuggin' every second while I'm sippin' my shit Dutch Master always full of some ridiculous piff That got me twisted like a licorice stick Listen to this, my time is never wasted cause I'm always wasted I fuckin' love college, that's all I can say kid [Chorus] That party last night was awful nuts bro, wish I remembered But I took a Xany and shots of Soco so its whatever Roll my blunts and pop my E Now chug that 40 just like me Pass out at 6, wake up at 3 Then do it again, tonight drinks on me, man I love college And I love boozin', and I love bitches, I love college4

Hip-Hop

Every Girl

Young Money

[Intro] Tha Biz-Tha Bizness [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ugh, I like a long-haired, thick redbone Open up her legs, then filet-mignon that pussy I'ma get in and on that pussy If she let me in, I'ma own that pussy Gon' throw it back and bust it open like you 'posed to Girl, I got that dope dick, now, come here, let me dope you You gon' be a dope fiend, your friends should call you "Dopey" Tell 'em keep my name out they mouth 'cause they don't know me Ha, but you can call me Tunechi I'll fuck the whole group, baby, I'm a groupie My sex game is stupid, my head is the dumbest I promise, I should be Hooked on Fonics Hah, but anyway, I think you're bionic And I don't think you're beautiful, I think you're beyond it And I just wanna get behind it And watch you back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Drake] 'Cause we like her (Hey), and we like her, too And we like her (Hey), and we like her, too And we like her (Hey), and we like her, too And we like her, and she like us too, and oh... I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world (Oh...) I wish I could fuck every girl in the world (Yeah, alright) Oh, oh, ahh You might also like[Verse 2: Drake] She be jumpin' up and down, tryna fit that ass in Took her half an hour just to get that belt to fasten All they wanna talk about is partying and fashion Every single night I have a dream that I am smashing’ 'em all Young Money, man, this shit so timeless And I'm in the mood to get faded, so please, bring your finest And what are all your names again? We drunk, remind us Are any of y'all into girls like I am? So let’s be honest She wants me, she wants me 'Cause I got it all, shawty, tell me what you don't see I will fuck with all y'all, all of y'all are beautiful I just can't pick one, so you can never say I'm choosin’ hoes And Wayne say, "Pussy, pussy, pussy" And weed and alcohol seem to satisfy us all, damn And every time I think of staying with her She bring that friend around and make a nigga reconsider And then... [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Jae Millz] 'Cause we like her (Hey), and we like her, too We like her (Hey), and we like her, too We like her (Hey), and we like her, too And we like her, and she like us, too, and oh... I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I-I-I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world Callin’ all sexy ladies Oh, oh, ahh [Verse 3: Jae Millz] But, um, I ain't bein’ disrespectful, baby, I'm just bein' Millz And I don't know how fake feels, so I gotta keep it real I just want to fuck every girl in the world Every model, every singer, every actress, every diva Every high-saditty chick, every college girl, every skeezer Stripper, and every desperate housewife that resemble Eva My role model was Wilt, so, married women or MILF It don't matter who you is, miss—you can get "Tha Bizness" Ha! [Verse 4: Gudda Gudda] These hoes is God's gift like Christmas I like 'em caramel skin, long hair, thick ass Ugh, and I swear I'm feelin' all of y'all I'm scrollin' down my call log, and I'ma call all of y'all My butter-pecan, Puerto Rican She screamin' out, "Papi!" every time a nigga deep in And I'm about to get my Bill Clinton on And Hilary can Rodham too, boy, I gets my pimpin' on [Chorus: Lil Wayne] 'Cause we like her (Hey), and we like her, too We like her (Hey), and we like her, too We like her (Hey), and we like her, too And we like her, and she like us, too, and oh... I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world (Oh, oh, ahh) [Bridge: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I-I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world (Hey) I wish I could fuck every girl in the world (Hey) I-I wish I could fuck every girl in the world (Hey) I-I wish I could fuck every girl in the world And bitch, I'm Mack Maine [Verse 5: Mack Maine] Sanaa Lathan, Meagan Good Angelina Jolie, ha, D. Woods For free suites, I'd give Paris Hilton all-nighters In about three years, holla at me, Miley Cyrus I don't discriminate, no, not at all Kit-Kat a midget, if that ass soft, I break her off I exchange V-cards with the retards And get behind the Christian like Dior 'cause he are Mack Mizzle, baby 'Cause he are Mack Mizzle, baby [Outro: Lil Wayne] And I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world Young Mula, baby15

Hip-Hop

We Got

Ludacris

[Intro: Ludacris] DTP we got them guns that go *Gunshots* [Verse 1: I-20] Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggas recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until you all look like dice But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggas I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo, blowing through niggas (damn!) DTP we ain't playing if you try to get our pay And them A.K's get to spraying like Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it? Doubt it Bust you in the broad day, on a street that's fully crowded You’ll find a hole inside your chest, just for thinking it's rap So tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats Chaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agree So you should watch what you saying if it's intended for me So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walking And that Uzi get to talking like *Gun Sound* [Verse 2: Tity Boi] Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em Press him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him up Bake him, take him, beat him up, I hate a hater, I eat him up A-B-C-D-E-F shawty is you a G or what Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world I'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like hurl Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em I'm 38, hot with a pearl handle And I'm throwing techs like a NBA ref I got, all gold guns like they came from Iraq Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya And they ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'mma click Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate And I'm waving choppers like heli-copters You gonna need hella doctors, when the glok go *Gun Sound* See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Verse 3: Chingy] Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip those Tecs spit quick 20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action flicks Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click My pistol grip sound like this...now what Who want they day fucked, when I cock, unload the K, bust bust Y’all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up Y’all lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut My wrist rocky like Sylvester Stallone So therefore you should invest, in a vest for your dome Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing Peace to Nick, but my cannon go *Gun Sound* [Verse 4: Ludacris] Fuck a medic, we gonna call yo ass a taxi cab Bleeding so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad So flip the script and tell your woman its your time of the month AK-47 for the niggas who's really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps Got killers in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group But I got bananas for you niggas and I ain't talking bout fruit I’ll peel your cap back with the black mac 'Til your back crack, cock the gat back like (clak clak clak) Swallow a hollow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber Your futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendar I do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long Ill leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is easy And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze me And for these fakers talking greasy, I'm starting the show My uzi got a drum roll, it goes *Gun Sound* {Indistinct Chatter and Gunshots}2

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