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Casualties of a Dice Game

Big L

[Intro] It's Flamboyant y'all Yeah, yeah yeah, Corleone y'all [Verse] Me and my man was cruisin through the streets and everything was flowin nice The corner's crowded, niggas must be rollin dice I parked the ride so my nigga Iroc can crash the lye spot And I'mma gamble until he come back - why not? Click-clack, cock the gat back, gotta be strapped The game was mad packed, mad cats pockets was fat They playin cee-lo, my dick get hard when I see dough I bets nothin less than a G yo, you know my steelo First I was losin then I started throwin headcrack After headcrack, got my bread back, jumped in my red Ac' I'm waitin for my nigga to come out of the spot I see niggas startin to plot, and I'm far from my block Finally he walked out, told him, "Hop the fuck in" On my face he saw the grin and said, "How much did you win?" I estimated about, 45 maybe 50 G's My man was hungry so I dropped him off at Mickey D's Now I'm alone, headin home to rest my dome Spotted some niggas trailin so I picked up the phone Called Bones, I said, "Yo son, I'm on the run Need your help before I get done Meet me downstairs, bring your big gun" I don't believe this, this nigga said he can't make it Cause some bitch is in his house butt-naked And then he hung up And this supposed to be my man and he don't give a fuck That duck sold me out just to get a nut, what? I'm cruisin fast and they still behind me The same nigga who I won the money from, and his grimy crimey It's about to get, real hasty Grabbed the steel, took it off safety Cause I refuse to let these niggas waste me I started to cruise fast, then stopped short and made 'em crash And now them fags is all bloody from the shattered glass And one of them had passed, when his face smashed the dash I was injured too, leakin with a deep gash I ain't panicked, I was quite calm Couldn't use the right arm, so I grabbed the gat with the left Walked up to the car the creep was stuck in the seat Looked at him, shook my head then started buckin my heat It's over now, cause both of these motherfuckers asleep I think I'm dyin, I'm feelin weak out on my feet But before I got some medical help, I had to catch a cab first To one-forty-first and Bradhurst That's where Bones live, walked in the buildin, staggerin Lookin tore down, shot his door down and beat his whore down From the look in my eye, he knew he would die Started to cry, stuck the gat to his head and said, "Why?" Then he offered me, all of his cheese Then dropped to his knees and begged me please not to squeeze Then his brains got blast out, he's ass-out, then I dashed out Into the streets covered with blood, about to pass out The hospital's up, a couple of blocks, I'm on my way but Damn, here comes a couple of cops; I pulled out And started blowin they started blowin back I'm goin all out I ain't holdin back, I been to jail once and I ain't goin back I kept shootin, one shot caught a cop dead in his top The other pig ducked behind a big truck I was bleedin real bad, and couldn't stop it But still had the fifty thou' profit in my pockets The coast was clear, so I jetted to a park that was near Seen kids playin everywhere then threw the cash in the air I watched all of them, run for they share And all I can do was stare I got weak and fell on my rear Now I can hear the sirens, that means here comes the Jakes But it's too late, I'm knockin on the pearly gates You might also like[Outro] Yeah, casualties of a dice game Never gamble with snakes Let that be a lesson to ya Yeah, it's Corleone y'all Yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all Big L y'all, Flamboyant baby, yeah Big L.. uhh Big L.. yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all, yeah9

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Kill ’Em

Juelz Santana

[Chorus: Juelz Santana] (Kill 'em) You niggas ain't nothin' (Kill 'em) You niggas is frontin' (Kill 'em) You niggas don't want it (kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em) My niggas they get it (Money) Your niggas can't get it (Money) We'll kill you to get it (Money) [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] It's like everything I'm doin' is gangsta My whole movement is gangsta I maneuver with gangstas I put the T R U in the gangsta I'm a nuisance to gangstas I be shooting at gangstas (kill 'em) If he blink wrong (kill 'em) If he think wrong (kill 'em) Show this motherfucka these ain't no paintballs (kill 'em) Put his eight ball dead in the side pocket Some lead from a hot rocket Left in his side pocket (kill 'em) Fuck a microwave, that will turn his head to a hot pocket I'm beggin you ock stop it Cause never do I stop it Whenever do I pop it I (Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em) I lay around all day with the pound all day Dog, I don't play around all day (no) I pop up with the Glock up like its Groundhogs Day And then I let a round off mayne Now how that sound off mayne When that pound go bang Your face chow lo mein (bye) Ciao lil' man I'm great, when you see me bow lil' mayne You might also like[Chorus: Juelz Santana] (Kill 'em) You niggas ain't nothin' (Kill 'em) You niggas is frontin' (Kill 'em) You niggas don't want it (kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em) My niggas they get it (Money) Your niggas can't get it (Money) We'll kill you to get it (Money) [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] When the Glock go bang When the shot go bang All you gon' hear is (kill 'em kill 'em kill 'em kill 'em) And I'm not no game I pop those thangs All you gon' hear is (kill 'em kill 'em kill 'em kill 'em) For them nachos I'll kill ya For my block yo I'll kill ya Let this nigga know he's not no guerilla And that's not no chinchilla That's a chopped up guerilla That they chopped up to get ya And you bought it (kill 'em) This is not a real nigga He is not in my picture I eat lobster for dinner He got spam on his plate He got ham on his plate I don't eat pork, hand me some steak Nigga hand me some cake Before I hand you the eight Like a motherfuckin hand that you shake (shake, bitch) Give you five nigga I'm a live nigga Who, what, where, when, why nigga, I nigga (kill 'em) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] (Kill 'em) You niggas ain't nothin' (Kill 'em) You niggas is frontin' (Kill 'em) You niggas don't want it (kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em) My niggas they get it (Money) Your niggas can't get it (Money) We'll kill you to get it (Money) [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] What's my name? (Killa) Who I be with? (killas) What them bitches say? (Killa Killa Killa Killa) Uh oh, there go a catfight, bitches they spar for dome Get in the car they foam Never seen cars with phones? (never) Santana, I give any part to holmes Eye, ear, heart or bone Back out the orange cones (back up) Even though I go right at the sergeant stoned Right with my orange stones We are at home Get moving and took out I'm using the hood route Hustla please, man you was the look out Man just look out, I'm a raging bull With amazing songs, so I'm Paid in Full But there's no movie pra, doggy this the uzi ride That leave you cutie rootie tootie little booty pie It's my duty doc, you try to sue me, stop How you try to judge me, I get Judge Judy shot Now sue me ock, I just lay and smile I'll rape your child They won't make the trial (Killa)

Rock

Monster

Kanye West

[Intro: Justin Vernon] I shoot the lights out Hide 'til it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good bloodsucker Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for example [Chorus: Kanye West] Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands [Verse 2: Kanye West] Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh Less talk, more head right now, huh And my eyes more red than the devil is And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, bitch Matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus shit Arguin' with my older bitch, actin' like I owe her shit I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain Bought the chain that always give me back pain Fucking up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane Chi nigga, but these hoes love my accent Chick came up to me and said, "This the number to dial If you wanna make your number one your number two now" Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it "Malibooyah" Goddamn, Yeezy always hit 'em with a new style Know that motherfucker, well, what you gon' do now? Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out 'Cause you'll never get on top of this So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh? Ah, put the pussy in a sarcophagus Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus Head of the class and she just won a swallowship I'm livin' in the future so the present is my past My presence is a present, kiss my ass You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & Jay Z] Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert (Yeah) Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands [Verse 3: Jay Z] Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question, what do these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles, I Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I Rape and pillage your village, women and children Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is Love, I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers All I see is these niggas I made millionaires Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up [Chorus: Kanye West] Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs 'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie? But my features and my shows ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it Nicki on them titties when I sign it That's how these niggas so one-track-minded But really, really I don't give an F-U-C-K "Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she's fake" "She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's play Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you, and Am' should ménage Friday Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' monster [Outro: Justin Vernon & Charlie Wilson] I, I crossed the limelight And I'll, I'll let God decide And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home (Headed home) I, I crossed the limelight And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide (No) And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home (Head home) I, I crossed the limelight (No, the limelight) And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home [Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean & Plain Pat] [Video directed by Jake Nava]413

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Somebody’s Gotta Die

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Verse 1] Ah, ah! I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops!) I'm interrupted by a doorbell 3:52 - who the hell is this? I gets up quick, cocks my shit Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin' It's a face that I seen before My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor Check it! I look deeper; I see blood up on his sneakers And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth So I dip Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'? He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon I opens up the door, pitiful: "Is he in critical?" Retaliation for this one won't be minimal 'Cause I'm a criminal way before the rap shit Bust the gat shit, Puff won't even know what happened If it's done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi Stash in the hooptie, my alibi: any cutie With a booty that done fuck Big Pop Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock [Chorus] Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch You might also like[Verse 2] Uhh, fillin' clips, he explained our situation Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin' "Some kid named Jason In a Honda station wagon Was braggin', about how much loot and crack he stackin' Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique A small crew, 'round the time I was locked up with you" "True indeed" "But yo, nigga, let me proceed Don't fill them clips too high Give them bullets room to breathe Damn, where was I? Yeah Went outta town, blew the fuck up D-Roc went home And Jay got stuck the fuck up Hit him twice, caught him right for the Persian white Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife) He figured Rock set 'em up, no question Wet 'em up no less Than 50 shots in his direction" (uhh) "How many shots?" "Man, nigga, I seen mad holes" "What kinda gats?" "Hitchlinks, Kochs, and Calicos" But fuck that I know where all them niggas rest at In the buildin' hustlin' And they don't be strapped Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin' Find a bag to put the guns in And c'mon if you're comin' [Chorus] Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch [Verse 3] Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throwdown How it's gon' go down? Lay these niggas low-down "Slow down, ah, fuck all that plannin' shit Run up in they cribs and make them cats abandon ship!" See niggas like you do ten-year bids Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids Not I One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips I can't wait to fill my clip in his hips "Pass the chocolate, Thai!" Sing ain't lie There's Jason with his back to me Talkin' to his faculty I start to get a funny feeling Put the mask on in case this nigga start squealin' Scream his name out: ("Ay yo, playboy!") Squeezed six, nothin' shorter Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter14

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5th Dimension

B.o.B

[Intro: B.o.B & (Ricco Barrino)] What's up, what's, down Ladies and gentleman we are entering into the fifth dimension And did I mention, we gone? Ha ha ha. We gone. We gone (B.o.B, B.o.B, give it to 'em, shortie) [Verse 1: B.o.B] Girl, I'm eons and eons beyond these peons Another human like me there will never be one The planet that I'm from, I can't even speak on The stars is what I sleep on The moon I put my feet on The way my aura glow, you'd swear I'm made of neon Cooler than the freon, that's in your Dodge Neon They say the future is now, to me it hasn't begun Stay tuned to me and their will never be a re-run So come and leap on my body and as we come You'll probably feel moist like the trees on the tropics We gone, we out it, no we don't need rockets We hop up on the mother ship an we gone, we slidin' We slippin' through dimensions, we hyper space glidin' Blastin' through the atmosphere Frightenin' in the lightenin' I know I'm out my mind girl, but you know you like it So hope up on my cosmic highway so can ride it You might also like[Hook: Ricco Barrino] Shorty are you going, my way? Come and ride on my, my cosmic highway Ooh, let's go Ooh, let's go Look, shorty I can't stay on the Earth no more Another galaxy we must go [Verse 2: B.o.B] Well, fresh up out the sky I'm like a meteorite So when the studio, no, I don't need to go write Man I just came up in the game 'cause y'all just needed more life So, so by the time I'm done their ain't gonna be no more mics And people ask me, "B.o.B what kind of language is that?" 'Cause I may blast into the future, I may never come back And I'm a leave with a 30,000 light year leap Headed to a distant planet called B.o.B And then I'm gone Man they not ignoring me Taking off from half court Air Jordan All systems go in 10 seconds I'm orbiting Hanging in the Cosmos like a space ornament Heat 'em up like a solar panel, yes I bring the pain Similar to asteroid that's headed to your brain My lane is something that they really cannot explain They try to hold me down but man it's me they can't contain [Hook: Ricco Barrino] Shorty are you going, my way? Come and ride on my, my cosmic highway Ooh, let's go Ooh, let's go Look, shorty I can't stay on the Earth no more Another galaxy we must go [Bridge: Ricco Barrino] Come and go with me, I'll take you to my galaxy I'm talkin' 'bout Venus, Jupiter, Mars, Mars, Mars And I'm sayin' girl, let's ride all night And I need you for this ship girl to take flight Let's go, let's go Come on baby let me take it off Another second we gone blast it off [Hook: Ricco Barrino] Shorty are you going, my way? Come and ride on my, my cosmic highway Ooh, let's go Ooh, let's go Look, shorty I can't stay on the Earth no more Another galaxy we must go

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Sweet Dreams

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Beyoncé] Turn the lights on [Verse 1: Beyoncé] Every night I rush to my bed With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you When I close my eyes, I'm going out of my head Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide? [Pre-Chorus: Beyoncé] Clouds filled with stars cover your skies And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby What kind of dream is this? [Chorus: Beyoncé & Nicki Minaj] You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you (Turn the lights on) Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true (Turn the lights on) My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere Baby, 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air 'Cause you're mine You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you (Turn the lights on, yo) [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Yo, Young Money right here Bike here, throw it up, no high chair Cold like a white bear Freddy Krueger, I'm a rap bitch nightmare And I’m rich, I could buy you Kill bitches, leave their body in the Bayou More brain than a IQ More head than a dread, my youte And my bank account ain’t hardly empty That’s why I come through in a Barbie Bentley So please mamacita, please no envy When you come around it reads no entry Who’s next to go? My flows so flexible Get gas, then get at me, Texaco Shoot yourself in the leg, Plaxico White jag wit' the twisted lip I ain't Mike Jack but "This Is It" B-b-b-boo, I'm everywhere You're like balloon boy, mama, you was never there I am the Kung Fu Panda Fuck all your blogs, fuck all your propaganda Good for the goose, then its good for the gander Nicki ain't a rapper, Nicki is a brander Please, you can never compare to me All these bitches is scared of me I am who they couldn’t even dare to be So that's all folks, badabadee I go hard, pause Hospital flow, get more gauze I'm a bad bitch on all fours The President be like, "It's all yours" Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game, high stats Go together like Ricky and his eye patch Go together like a team in the gym Kareem and the ring, the queen and the king You might also like[Bridge: Beyoncé & Lil Wayne] Tattoo your name across my heart So it will remain Not even death could make us part (No Ceilings) What kind of dream is this? You could be a sweet– [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh, kush it out, red bone, pussy, mouth Eat you up, spit you out, fuck your girl in yo' house I’m terrible, be careful, you might want say a prayer or two So cold, I need theraflu, I'm so high, I need parachutes I'm error proof, I'm never spooked, got my coupe, heaven blue And my flag red as hell, think you're sweet as devils food I never lose, my weapons use Fuck wit' me wrong, shit get ugly, Devin Dude And she’s the queen, two’s a couple, three’s a scene Weezy that nigga that you see in your dreams, get the pussy wet, Abita Springs Hah, I'm Easter clean, shout to my home girl, Mika Means Anything we want we redeem, you niggas gassed up, ‘93 Supreme Nicki Minaj is the hardest bitch, more than an artist, bitch She talk a whole lot of shit and walk around like she President Carter's bitch She be on her Barbie shit, and me? I'm on Tha Carter VI And I can turn crumbs to bricks, and I can turn nuns to tricks Hah, Young Mula baby, f-fuck your feelings And this is No Ceilings, yeah [Chorus: Beyoncé] You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you (Turn the lights on) Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true (Turn the lights on) My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere Baby, 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air 'Cause you're mine You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you (Turn the lights on) [Outro: Beyoncé] Either way I don't wanna wake up from you5

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Sky Might Fall

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Oh Oh, oh [Verse 1] What a world that I'm livin' in Will the rainstorms ever end? (Still I feel my) Path narrow, I run again Seem happiness is gone again (And then you see 'em) Grey clouds up above, mane Metaphoric to my life, mane (Still I feel my) Heart stronger than it's ever been Strong will 'til my journey ends (Until then I roll) More than I ever rolled Not pills, but the Mary though (Still I feel my) Eyes heavy when the day goes Nothin' helpin' when my head doze (But I ain't 'sleep) Awake in another state Livin' in a new space (Still I feel my) Mind runnin' at a steady pace God help me so I'll win the race (Until then I go) [Chorus] (Ahh) The sky might fall (Ahh) The sky might fall (Ahh, ahh) But I'm not worried at all, c'mon, c'mon (Ahh) The sky might fall (Ahh) The sky might fall (Ahh, ahh) But I'm not worried at all See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Post-Chorus] Hey, hey, I let 'em know somethin' I let 'em know somethin', I let 'em know somethin' You can listen up, a-listen up A-listen up, a-listen up Hey, I let 'em know somethin' I let 'em know somethin', I let 'em know somethin' You can listen up, a-listen up A-listen up, a-listen up [Verse 2] Grey clouds stuck together, fam' Lightning piercing through another land Over the desert where the lost play Soul searchin' each and every way (And then you see the) Awesome sound, so profound When it—it'll grip you (You can see it) If you hear it you can feel it too Somethin' special I am runnin' to (Until then I go) Away, very far away To another universe where all the people say It's the new-new place for the special to embrace Like a Martian who seemingly wandered out of place Take what you need from the valley of the hope, where Even if you drown you'll be floatin' higher up, and You can say bye, bye, bye Sky might be fallin' but remember you can fly high [Chorus] (Ahh) The sky might fall (Ahh) The sky might fall (Ahh, ahh) But I'm not worried at all, c'mon, c'mon (Ahh) The sky might fall (Ahh) The sky might fall (Ahh, ahh) But I'm not worried at all [Post-Chorus] Hey, hey, I let 'em know somethin' I let 'em know somethin', I let 'em know somethin' You can listen up, a-listen up A-listen up, a-listen up Hey, I let 'em know somethin' I let 'em know somethin', I let 'em know somethin' You can listen up, a-listen up A-listen up, a-listen up [Outro] I keep runnin', yeah I gotta keep up, I gotta keep up, yeah Gotta keep up, I gotta keep up And I keep runnin', yeah I gotta keep up, I gotta keep up, yeah Gotta keep up, I gotta keep up, yeah 'Cause I'm gone Yeah, na-na na-na, na-na na-na I'm up, and away Na-na, na-na Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Hey, hey47

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MC Hammer

Rick Ross

[Intro: Rick Ross] Boss Ricky Ross It's Triple C's Color cut clarity [Chorus: Rick Ross] My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm ridin' dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty, but her mouth clean Bitch, I'm MC Hammer, I'm about cream I got 30 cars, whole lot of dancers I take them everywhere, I'm MC Hammer Started sellin' dope, I'm too legit to quit When it's hammer time, I'm pullin' out the stick [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm at the car lot, I'm goin' broke I pay for 5, they front a couple mo' I take them home, like I do my hoes I dress them up, I buy them clothes Glass slippers, I gas hoes Now she's actin' brand new on you assholes Limousines, I did that Two door coupes, boy I live that My top back, uncircumcised I pull it back, just to go inside She thinkin' Phillipe's, I'm thinkin' Wing Stop Fiendin' lemon pepper, I got my thing cocked Black batmobile, it's only new Ferrari It's called Scaglietti, one button like an Atari I'm just advisin', my profits risin' Niggas buyin' stocks in a nigga like I'm Verizon See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Rick Ross] My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm ridin' dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty, but her mouth clean Bitch, I'm MC Hammer, I'm about cream I got 30 cars, whole lot of dancers I take them everywhere, I'm MC Hammer Started sellin' dope, I'm too legit to quit When it's hammer time, I'm pullin' out the stick [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I cop the Porsche, I was so ecstatic 100 grand a day my operation is so elaborate Credit card scams, that was for the faggots Motherfuck' window shoppin', boy I gotta have it Now my shit be boomin' all across the atlas Gucci Pucci money long, now we call him Alex Had to move from Davie, 'cause that shit went local Pick up the mansion and I sat that bitch back down in Boca My baddest bitches Latin, but they call me loco 'Til I fuck them in the ass out in Acapulco I'm thinkin' money, every moment thinkin' money I bust a nut then I'm back to thinkin' money My wrist froze, my mind blown Her mouth slow, my eyes closed You gotta judge a man by his principles Teflon Don, I am invincible [Chorus: Rick Ross] My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm ridin' dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty, but her mouth clean Bitch, I'm MC Hammer, I'm about cream I got 30 cars, whole lot of dancers I take them everywhere, I'm MC Hammer Started sellin' dope, I'm too legit to quit When it's hammer time, I'm pullin' out the stick [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Diamonds movin' on my chest, wanna Hammer dance Seventy grand make my jeans sag like some Hammer pants Ambulance, ambulance, 911, 911 It’s Gucci Mane, yeah that’s my name, I’m goin' dumb, goin' dumb Blowin' up, blowin' up, blowin' up, blowin' up I’m like MC Hammer, I put that on my grandma I ride through East Atlanta, in my new Ferrari It’s a 458, if you don’t have one, sorry I’ll let you borrow mine, I think I’m MC Hammer I never borrowed jewelry, I’m tippin' naked dancers It’s an occasion, a celebration, at Central Station With Haitian hoes and Jamaicans, I’m tryna make it Old school, wanna race it? We can test it I’m flexin', I’ll leave a sucker eatin' dust for breakfast So expect the unexpected, I’m well connected I’m MC Hammer 150 on the guest list Gucci! [Chorus: Rick Ross] My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm ridin' dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty, but her mouth clean Bitch, I'm MC Hammer, I'm about cream I got 30 cars, whole lot of dancers I take them everywhere, I'm MC Hammer Started sellin' dope, I'm too legit to quit When it's hammer time, I'm pullin' out the stick13

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Hello, Good Morning (Remix)

Diddy

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Hello, good morning, tell me what the lick read Pretty face, thin waist, with the sick weave First time fish tailing in the 6, speed Real bad boy, tell 'em come and get me I'm at the fight, been kinda like Bellmen Only took the trip to the truck twice Unpacked the Mac 11 and air max’s Stuff six figures in my damn air mattress Uh, I’m in love with large bills A dime with a fat ass, thin waist, and tall heels Yeah, it’s the Teflon Don Hundred carats in the charm, trying to give it back to Sean [Chorus: Diddy] Hello, good morning Lets go, lets ride Hello, good morning Hello, good morning Know you’ve been waiting for it ’Cause I seen you watching So let's go Lets get it popping [Post-Chorus: Dirty Money] 'Cause I’ve been leaning on the bar Looking cleaner than the star All these broads won't give me my props 25 on the bank, I be stunting on their ass And they mad 'cause the bitch won’t stop You might also like[Hook: Diddy & (Dirty Money)] Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie (You know, you know, we know, we on that) Stuntin like you looking like a movie (You know, you know, we know, we on that) And everybody know who the truth be (You know, you know, we know, we on that) I blow 'cause I’m blowing on the ohh wee (You know, you know, we know, we on that) Hello [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] I just came up in it a little bit self-centered But did I kill a Queen? Now Alexander McQueen’s got the wrists on glow The bottles is on po’ Got that shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy yo What the fuck I look like? Bitch, I run this town I ain’t coming out for less than a hunnid thou' Man, the last time I checked, I was bubbling out 'Bout to turn down shows out in Dublin now Wait, wait, hol' up, maybe they ain't get that there Like eleven hundred horses when I switch that gear I just swerve on them, sorta like I missed that deer Then I press that little button on the sit back chair Bitch, I do it 'cause I get it I got billion dollar credit If you got a million dollars, you could put it up and bet it I just be like, "Hello, hello" but I never could salute them Young money, I do it for the youth dem [Chorus: Diddy] Hello, Good morning Lets go, lets ride Hello, Good morning Hello, Good evening You blow, you feindin’ ’Vause you know that your really needed And I’m the one that you wanna be with But right now baby you dreaming Wake up and turn the lights off [Post-Chorus: Dirty Money] 'Cause I’ve been leaning on the bar Looking cleaner than the star All these broads won't give me my props 25 on the bank, I be stunting on their ass And they mad 'cause the bitch won’t stop [Hook: Diddy & (Dirty Money)] Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie (You know, you know, we know, we on that) Stuntin like you looking like a movie (You know, you know, we know, we on that) And everybody know who the truth be (You know, you know, we know, we on that) I blow 'cause I’m blowing on the ohh wee (You know, you know, we know, we on that) Hello [Diddy:] Hello, Good morning Lets go, lets work Hello, Good morning Lets go, lets work Hello Turn me up a little bit more, I don’t think they can hear me Check this out Bad Boy bitch Lets work Come on Lets work Non stop lets rock lets work Make you feel good too Don't stop I see you lets work It’s that dirty money Uh, How fly is he Your baby momma cry for me like Jodeci So how you not notice me Pull up to the club in the coldest V Ugh. literally though little did he know how that nigga Diddy flow How that nigga Diddy go so hard like a crowbar still getting dough Woah, woah, woah Yeah I like this, can you feel it Nothing can save ya It's that Dirty Money8

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Only the Young

Brandon Flowers

[Verse 1] Look back in silence The cradle of your whole life There in the distance Losing its greatest prize [Verse 2] Nothing is easy Nothing is sacred, why? Where did the bough break? It happened before your time [Pre-Chorus 1] And there were people there Lovely as you'd ever care Tonight, baby you can start again Laughing in the open air Have yourself another dream Tonight, maybe we can start again [Chorus] Only the young can Break away, break away Lost when the wind blows On your own, oh Only the young can Break away, break away Lost when the wind blows On your own, oh You might also like[Verse 3] Mother, it's cold here Father, thy will be done Thunder and lightning are crashing down They got me on the run, direct me to the sun [Pre-Chorus 2] Redemption, keep my covers clean Tonight baby, we can start again [Chorus] Only the young can Break away, break away Lost when the wind blows On your own, oh Only the young can Break away, break away Lost when the wind blows On your own, oh [Bridge] And the sun will shine again And the sun will shine again Are you looking for the sign? Or are you caught up in the lie? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha [Chorus] Only the young can Break away, break away Lost when the wind blows On your own, oh Only the young can Break away, break away Lost when the wind blows On your own, oh [Outro] Only the young can Lost when the wind blows Only the young can Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Lost when the wind blows3

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Old Man

Neil Young

[Intro] Old man, look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man, look at my life I'm a lot like you were [Verse 1] Old man, look at my life Twenty-four, and there's so much more Live alone in a paradise That makes me think of two [Verse 2] Love lost, such a cost Give me things that don't get lost Like a coin that won't get tossed Rolling home to you [Chorus] Old man, take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you I need someone to love me the whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true [Verse 3] Lullabies, look in your eyes Run around the same old town Doesn't mean that much to me To mean that much to you See Neil Young LiveGet tickets as low as $217You might also like[Verse 4] I've been first and last Look at how the time goes past But I'm all alone at last Rolling home to you [Chorus] Old man, take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you I need someone to love me the whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true [Outro] Old man, look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man, look at my life I'm a lot like you were23

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On the Floor

Brandon Flowers

[Verse 1] When the lights go down in the city Getting real low Settling in my room I'm unnoticed When the still comes in through my window Letting me go And I feel a calm, come over me On the floor [Chorus] On the floor Where the rats all come away clean There on the floor Where the children all stomped and screamed Straight out the door Where I find myself on my knees Begging please [Verse 2] When the lights go down in the city And everyone goes To their room, walking the trail To dreamland When the lights go down in the city Something is roaring And I find myself Waiting to believe You might also like[Chorus 2] On the floor Where the mice call shots in the corner That's where I'll be When the crickets come home and sing their symphony Where I find myself on my knees Begging please [Outro] On the floor Facing the things I've done Here on the floor Where the years have gathered and run That's where I'll be And I find myself on my knees Begging please

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Jenny Was a Friend of Mine

The Killers

[Verse 1] We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go She couldn't scream while I held her close I swore I'd never let her go [Chorus] Tell me what you wanna know Oh, come on, oh, come on, oh, come on There ain't no motive for this crime Jenny was a friend of mine So come on, oh, come on, oh, come on Oh, oh, oh [Verse 2] I know my rights, I've been here all day and it's time For me to go, so let me know if it's alright I just can't take this, I swear I told you the truth She couldn't scream while I held her close I swore I'd never let her go [Chorus] Tell me what you wanna know Oh, come on, oh, come on, oh, come on And then you whisper in my ear "I know what you're doing here" So come on, oh, come on, oh, come on There ain't no motive for this crime Jenny was a friend of mine Oh, come on, oh, come on, oh, come on Oh, oh, ohSee The Killers LiveGet tickets as low as $79You might also like31

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Midnight Show

The Killers

[Verse 1] I know what you want I'm gonna take you to a midnight show tonight If you can keep a secret I got a blanket in the back seat on my mind [Pre-Chorus 1] And a little place that sits beneath the sky She turned her face to speak, but no one heard her cry [Chorus] Drive faster, boy Drive faster, boy, ooh, yeah-ooh [Verse 2] I know there's a hope There's too many people tryin' to help me cope You got a real short skirt I wanna look up, look up, look up, yeah, yeah We were just in time Let me take a little more off your mind There's somethin' in my head, somewhere in the back, sayin' "We were just a good thing, we were such a good thing" [Pre-Chorus 2] Make it go away without a word But promise me you'll stay and fix these things I've heard See The Killers LiveGet tickets as low as $79You might also like[Chorus] Oh, make it go away, oh Drive faster, boy, ooh, yeah-ooh Oh, no [Pre-Chorus 3] A crashing tide can't hide a guilty girl With jealous hearts that start with gloss and curls I took my baby's breath beneath the chandelier Of stars in atmosphere and watched her disappear [Chorus] Into the midnight show A-faster, a-faster, a-faster, a-faster, faster, a-faster Oh no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no [Outro] If you can keep a secret Well, baby, I can keep it if you can keep a secret (She said she loved me) If you can keep a secret, I can keep a secret (She said she loved me) If you can keep a secret Well, baby, I can keep it if you can keep a secret10

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Leave the Bourbon on the Shelf

The Killers

[Verse 1] Shaking like the devil when she lets me go Got a new place, and how it's so much better Falling over myself, the television's on I turn it off and smile Oh, Jennifer, you know I always tried Before you say goodbye [Chorus] Leave the bourbon on the shelf And I'll drink it by myself And I love you endlessly Darling, don't you see? I'm not satisfied until I hold you tight [Post-Chorus] Give me one more chance tonight And I swear I'll make it right But you ain't got time for this And that wrecking bell is ringing And I'm not satisfied Until I hold you [Verse 2] Jennifer, tell me where I stand And who's that boy holding your hand? Oh, Jennifer, you know I'll always try Before you say goodbye See The Killers LiveGet tickets as low as $79You might also like[Chorus] Leave the bourbon on the shelf And I'll drink it by myself And I never liked your hair Or those people that you lie with And I'm not satisfied until I hold you tight And I love you endlessly Darling, don't you see? I can't be satisfied until I hold you tight [Outro] Leave the bourbon on the shelf And I'll drink it by myself And I'll love you endlessly Darling, don't you see? I'm not satisfied5

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Ready to Start

Arcade Fire

[Verse 1] The businessmen are drinking my blood Like the kids in art school said they would And I guess I'll just begin again You say, "Can we still be friends?" [Chorus 1] If I was scared, I would And if I was bored, you know I would And if I was yours, but I'm not [Verse 2] All the kids have always known That the emperor wears no clothes But they bow down to him anyway Because it's better than being alone [Chorus 1] If I was scared, I would And if I was bored, you know I would And if I was yours, but I'm not [Verse 3] Now you're knocking at my door Saying, "Please come out with us tonight" But I would rather be alone Than pretend I feel alright If the businessmen are drinking my blood Like the kids at art school said they would Then I guess I'll just begin again You say, "Can we still be friends?" See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $117You might also like[Chorus 2] If I was scared, I would And if I was pure, you know I would And if I was yours, but I'm not Now I'm ready to start If I was scared, I would And if I was pure, you know I would And if I was yours, but I'm not Now I'm ready to start [Outro] Now I'm ready to start I would rather be wrong Than live in the shadows of your song My mind is open wide And now I'm ready to start And now I'm ready to start My mind is open wide And now I'm ready to start Not sure you'll open the door To step out into the dark Now I'm ready18

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In Between Us

Scarface

[Verse 1: Nas] Circumstances are like my first fight I lost It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping Oh shit, this little nigga's thugging I mean, I was thirteen, I was nursing a knot on my face But chose another time and a place That I would avenge my last fight cuz the same shit Ain't gonna happen that just happened last night Knuckle game changed quicker than lightning Hit 'em or slice 'em Either stick 'em or blast pipes, it's the fastlife I try to give another nigga advice, shoot dice Do plenty of shit cause this life, how many you get? How many niggas do you know get two? Besides a nigga who snitch to skip a life-bid, be one a' your crew I don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance Lessons, detrimental to a young disciple Focus, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do Keep your enemies close, where they can see you It's not your enemy who get you It's always your own people [Bridge: Nas] It's always your own people It's always your own people It's always your own people It's always your own people You might also like[Hook: Tanya Herron] Mass confusion, in my head Killing me, driving me mad Got me wondering, can I trust my friends? Cuz they stick me in my back every chance they get Am I paranoid? And if that's the case Is it curable? Can you help me find my place? I can't handle this, I'm losing it With a loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness Help your brother, save him from the Evil demons in between us, came between us [Verse 2: Scarface] I know you hate me, don't you? I bet you sit and wish my time never came You'd probably rather see me die in the game You'd probably rather see me die in a plane Than to see me up on top of my dough I get my money, shit changed And niggas start looking at me different than this And downplay the real nigga shit to get with a bitch But I'mma tell a motherfucker like this You only good as what you come up against Nigga you get what you get Sure the grass is greener on the other side of the fence But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench I'm a starter while you riding the bench You saying you a player, well I'm the one designing your prints Something to go by, to let these niggas know I Don't believe in letting shit slide, nigga gonna die Best friends since high school seniors With a homeboys demeanor But let the bullshit come between us [Hook: Tanya Herron] Mass confusion, in my head Killing me, driving me mad Got me wondering, can I trust my friends? Cuz they stick me in my back every chance they get Am I paranoid? And if that's the case Is it curable? Can you help me find my place? I can't handle this, I'm losing it With a loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness Help your brother, save him from the Evil demons in between us, came between us [Outro: Scarface] Ay this um... This song right here dedicated to the homie Curtis Davis We love you home, Big Mello, RIP Facemob for life4

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Runaway Love (Remix)

Justin Bieber

[Intro: Raekwon] Visual visual, JB Yo, Ye, what up? Raekwon [Verse 1: Raekwon] You got stacks like the International House of Pancakes All alone, ready to phone me and your hand shakes Palms is wet, a don's regret Never to walk miles for love, I sit in the starter's deck It just happened, I was floatin', you seen the captain? Blinked at me then I threw him my thinking cap Take her, then we could slide to Jamaica Shop for like a year or two, stop in Diego It's obvious, I want to see who your mami is We just friends so she can't Clyde, Bonnie this Fly walls, dinin' in fly halls Come to the master suite, leave every piece in the master hall All my money tied in knots Stand over there, that's why I make it happen on blocks Brazil cut sweater, Audi leather Playin' the field, tryin' to out-slick Baretta [Verse 2: Justin Bieber] You see my baby up and hit the road Where she's going? That's what nobody knows I need to find her 'fore another man does I wouldn't want him to steal my love You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber] I'm just tryna be cool, cool, cool Tryna be cool, what you expect me to do? I'm just tryna find, find, find this sweet love of mine [Chorus: Justin Bieber] I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not letting up I'd give it all up for us, but it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love [Verse 3: Kanye West] Last name West and my teeth diamonds She said, "Yo, what's your occupation, crazy rhymin'?" Listen to Wu-Tang, tryin' suits on Accoutrements is Grey Poupon Stuntin' in a high-top Louis, shorts is the Coogis Open up the door when you take her to the movies When you meet the parents, you tell De Niro Her boyfriend a zero, she need to cut the weirdo Next show, they gotta up the zeros Nobody rockin' like this sixteen years old The hard drums and the Wally's somethin' that caught me I'm tellin' you what Wu-Tang taught me The young youth, rockin' the gold tooth Pull up in a drop top, old school bumpin' to "Cash Rules" No question, we the reason why the summer's blazin' Then say, "You lookin' good, fly colored Asian" Raw, I give it to ya, no trivia She used to roll with my G-Unit like Olivia 'Til she caught me gettin' numbers and hugs I guess that's the day she became a runaway love [Chorus: Justin Bieber] I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not letting up I'd give it all up for us, but it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love [Bridge: Justin Bieber] Why can't I find you, love of mine When you're standing in front of my face? Oh why, I must be blind? How did I let you get away? Hahah, yeah [Verse 4: Raekwon] Leave it up to the most high, sittin' in ghost fly Chillin' with two of my brothers We both live on deck, baggin' 'em on set This is how we roll independent, she a go, I'ma go get Take that queen or shorty up We can live it up every month, baby girl, just call me up Wakin' up, restin' in cold sweats Thinkin' of this ****, the videotapes, even the stress My mind is a terrible thing to waste No love lost, I know I'm goin' crazy, I can't floss Me, my lady, left my homies, it's all baloney Just like rockin' the old Ponys So when I'm chillin', I'm just lost, no more feelin' I need my honey in my life, get that? Feel me? Take your time, Rae, Justin, yeah, you shine My runaway love didn't mind, come on [Chorus: Justin Bieber] I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not letting up I'd give it all up for us, but it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not letting up I'd give it all up for us, but it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love8

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Just Lose It

Eminem

[Intro] Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, okay Guess who's back, back again Shady's back, tell a friend Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright, stop, pajama time [Verse 1] Come here, little kiddies, on my lap Guess who's back with a brand new rap? And I don't mean "rap" as in a new case Of child molestation accusations Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, no worries Papa's got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I done touched on everything but little boys And that's not a stab at Michael That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good God, dip, do a little slide Bend down, touch your toes, and just glide Up the center of the dance floor Like TP for my bung-hole And it's cool if you let one go Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little poot-poot, it's okay Oops, my CD just skipped And everyone just heard you let one rip You might also like[Chorus] Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl Girl, you know you're my world Alright, now lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Just lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Go crazy (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Oh, baby (Ah-ah), oh, baby, baby (Ah-ah) [Post-Chorus] Well, it's Friday and it's my day Just to party all the way 'til Sunday Maybe 'til Monday, I don't know what day Every day's just a holiday Cruisin' on the freeway, feelin' kinda breezy Let the top down and my hair blow I don't know where I'm goin', all I know is When I get there someone's gonna touch my body [Verse 2] 'Scuse me, miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair? Spit on me? Maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah) Now, what's your name, girl? What's your sign? Man, you must be up out your mind Dre (Ah-ah), beer goggles, blind I'm just tryin' to unwind, now I'm [Chorus] Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl Girl, you know you're my world Alright, now lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Just lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Go crazy (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Oh, baby (Ah-ah), oh, baby, baby (Ah-ah) [Post-Chorus] Well, it's Tuesday and I'm locked up I'm in jail and I don't know what happened They say I was runnin' butt-naked Down the street screamin' (Ah-ah-ah-ah) Your honor, I'm sorry, I don't remember All I know is this much, I'm not guilty They said, "Save it, boy, we got you on tape" Yellin' at an old lady to touch my body [Verse 3] Now this is the part where the rap breaks down It gets real intense, no one makes a sound Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves Now snap back to reality look, it's B. Rabbit Yo, you signed me up to battle? I'm a grown man Chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubby I don't have any lines to go right here, so chubba-Teletubby Fellas (What?) Fellas (What?) Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous (What?) Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls Tall girls, small girls, I'm calling all girls Everyone report to the dance floor It's your chance for a little romance or Butt squeezin', it's the season Just go (Ah-ah-ah-ah), so appeasin' [Chorus] Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl Girl, you know you're my world Alright, now lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Just lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Go crazy (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Oh, baby (Ah-ah), oh, baby, baby (Ah-ah) [Outro] Touch my body Touch my body Oh boy, just touch my body I mean girl, just touch my body100

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Hustler Musik

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Hit me Right in the sternum this time, T-Baby Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know Damn Shit, this that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn [Verse 1] Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one I'ma paint the city red with this one I'm ahead with this one See, you fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas No assistance just that persistence with that commitment if I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song See, I be ridin', just ridin' alone With my daddy on my mind like, "You gotta be kidding" How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing? Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin' So I be who I be, that's me That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin' You might also like[Chorus] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord [Verse 2] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Brr), damn (Brr) Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (Ah-ah) Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (For sure, nigga, get you, you heard?) Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked in I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth I'm like, "What it do? What it do?" There's a full court pressure, I'm just goin' for the two If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothin' I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothin' I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah [Chorus] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord [Verse 3] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat That boy'll lay flat, so flat That act is what I perform amongst you haters Got nina in my palm and I'm masturbating Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you sayin'? Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba Streets reply I look right in a four-seater You know I be out here right in a four-seater Top floor of the Four Seasons Four of them whores And they all know how to cook it up And look I got some And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothin', now get your hustle up [Chorus] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord [Outro] Man, man, this be that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music, y'all So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all I'm asking y'all, please, please Young Weezy got that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it y'all, yeah, yeah, woo It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it go I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it is Better guard your kids, guard your face Better guard your body, we warned the place We here Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga31

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Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It

Ice Cube

[Intro] - Prior to gangsta rap music, the world was a peaceful place. And then all of that changed: violence, rape, murder, arson, theft, war. These are all things that came about as a result of gangsta rap music- But wasn't Compton dangerous before gangsta rap ? - Wrong! Compton was a nature preserve for bunny rabbits. When gangsta rap came along, they tore down the country clubs and put up housing projects! (Maestro!!!) Blame me! You niggas know my pyroclastic flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow It's R-A-W, R-A-W [Verse 1] You lookin' at the grand wizard Warlord, vocal chord so vicious And I don't have to show riches To pull up, pull off with some bad bitches And it ain't about chivalry and delivery It's about my persona Ain't nothin' like a man that can do what he wanna Ain't nothin' like a man that you knew on the corner See 'em come up and fuck up the owner See 'em throw up Westside California Nigga, I'm hot as Phoenix, Arizona I'm Utah: I got multiple bitches It's a new law, keep a hold of your riches Dumb nigga, don't spend it as soon as you get it And recognize I'm a captain and you a lieutenant See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Hook 1] I can say what I want to say Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it [Verse 2] I'm raw as a dirty needle Choke an eagle, just to feed all my people Lyrically I'm so lethal Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you Ice Cube is a saga Y'all spit saliva, and I spit lava I got the fearless flow Don't get near this, ho, if you scared to go I keep it gangsta, and why should I change that? Fuck you old mothafuckas tryin' to change rap But ain't you the same cat That sat back when they brought cocaine back? I'm tryin' to get me a Maybach How you mothafuckas gonna tell me "don't say that"? You the ones that we learned it from I heard nigga back in 1971 [Hook 2] So if I act like a pimp Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nappy-headed ho Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I shoot up your college Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I rob you of knowledge Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it [Verse 3] Thank God when I bless the mic You finally get to hear the shit that you like A nigga talkin' about real life So you can try to get this shit right Use your brain, not your back Use your brain, not a gat; it's a party, not a jack Don't be scared of them people Walk up in there and show them that you equal And don't be material A nigga grew up on milk and cereal I never forgot Van Ness and imperial Look at my life, Ice Cube is a miracle It could be you if you was this lyrical It could be her if she was this spiritual ‘Cause me and Allah go back like cronies I ain't gotta be fake, ‘cause he is my homie [Hook 3] If I sell a little crack Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I die in Iraq Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I take you for granted Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I fuck up the planet Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it [Bridge] You niggas know my pyroclastic flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow-flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow It's R-A-W, R-A-W [Outro] Oh yeah, and another thing For all y'all niggas that don't do gangsta rap Don't get on TV talkin' about gangsta rap ‘Cause 9 times out of 10 You don't know the fuck you talkin' about Talk about that bullshit rap you do Stay the fuck out of mine44

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Respect

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Diana King & The Notorious B.I.G.] No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up) Cuh dis ah '94 when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah Watch this, lawd [Chorus: Diana King] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] 1970 something, nigga I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck? I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit New York, New York, ready for the likes of this Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19, that's when my mama water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He's going to be a bad boy" You might also like[Chorus: Diana King] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream I mean, I want to blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail [Chorus: Diana King] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night Keep ducking cops on the creep all night As I open my eyes and realizing I changed Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game And to my niggas living street life Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping If I'm dipping on The F with weed on my breath Original hustler with the muffler on the TEC Respect to the macks in the Ac's To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps [Chorus: Diana King] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend [Post-Chorus: Diana King] Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja Have mercy! The gunman in all de party And everybody feel irie And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me Have mercy The wul ah we in ah de party And everybody look irie Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy Do it [Outro: Diana King] No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self Cuh we nuh watch nuh this girl seen? The hardcore thing we ah deal with Oh yes, we are the best No other guy can test [Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans] Shit, Mami, damn, why you actin like that, man? 'Cause I don't be doin' this I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin' It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying But you know I don't do this I don't even know how to do this I'm just sayin', jus— just a little peck Mami, for daddy Just a little peck Like that? That's what I'm sayin', yeah You know I don't be doin' this though You know that Whatever bitch!29

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50 Barz

Chris Webby

Yea, this is where I show you how nice I am. 50 bars I rip up the mic dirty, battle anybody who's worthy The only player out with a CT jersey You see me, heard me, felt me, purely The sickest on the earth, ain't no shit to cure me I am surely, a rhyme busta, fuck ya If you go against the kid then I'll have to crush ya Knock you down like a gust of wind if fists touch ya Cause I always stay on my grind like Chad Muska Take that suckas, hit em with brass knucks And kick em with Tims on and fuck that ass up I eat em like Pac Man, the score just adds up Should be in a trash can, shit I'm grouchy as fuck, yup I'll wrap my hands around your neck and choke ya Shock ten thousand volts, Zeus lightnin' bolt ya So keep your courage close if I go and approach ya Cause I'm here to "Face Off" like Nick Cage and Travolta Spit molten flows that shatter your chest Leave you with a broken nose for a lack of respect So please son, if you really wanna battle the best I'll put your fuckin' life in "Jeopardy" like Alex Trebek, yes I'm not your average vet, blastin' a TEC I'll ravage your set, beat you up like masochist sex I never met another rapper of my caliber yet But them beatin' me is like me passin' an Algebra test be scorchin' em Rap valedictorian, swingin', stingin' like scorpions Skin whiter than porcelain, but bringin' them dark forces in Sick like the shit they caught on the Trail to Oregon I'm talkin' Cholera, Scarlet Fever, and Dysentery It's scary, you'd swear to god I memorized the dictionary I'm buyin' if the "Price is Right" with Drew Carey Fairly out of my mind got you runnin' like Tom and Jerry I am very mentally nuts, spit with quickness Step to a bitch like baseball, designated to hit this Got your head spinnin' like kickflips, when I rip this Hardbody like my flows lift weights at Planet Fitness You can't get with this shit Chris spit I'm this sick hit piff Till I'm flyin' through the air quick as a discus You simply can't dismiss this, ready to go the distance In the booth feelin' like a fuckin' kid on Christmas This is, me back and fresh as can be Hell I got more kicks than the UFC More kicks than Jet Li, or Tekken 3 I'm nice, anybody I've ever met could agree Could it be? The dude who's droppin' analogies Hustlin' to make a salary, and burnin' opponents quick as a calorie I will glad-a-ly, charge up the battery And swing with a bat and see if I can knock your ass straight out the galaxy Fact not fallacy, I rapidly drop shit Pilot in the cock pit and sure as a clock ticks I'll be here throwin' more fists than a mosh pit 50 bars later and I'm still spittin' hot shit You might also likeYea bitch, I'm nice!2

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Nobody Move

Eazy-E

[Intro: Eazy-E, MC Ren & Sample] Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this money? Believe that, boy You're strapped? Yeah, you know it Let's go do this shit, man, I got it all planned out Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves! Alright, everybody! [Verse 1: Eazy-E] This is a stick-up! Everybody, get face-down! Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound Tie 'em up for the fact that I'm kickin' ass I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out This ain't personal, but now I'm about To commit a crime and go through it You know what? No need for shaking because I'm used to it Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand Yeah, he's wearing a badge, but he's a old ass man Pop his ass in the head and take his gun So me and the punk can go one-on-one Cover the lens on the TV screen You know, so me and my gang just can't be seen Lock the doors, and throw away the key Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers could see And smile, you know, 'cause I'm controllin' the shit And no sucker ass niggas gonna stop the hit Wardrobes and locs and a Ruthless shirt That means I'm ready to work and rush a fool to the dirt, so— You might also like[Hook: Yellowman] Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt [Bridge: MC Ren] Alright, anybody move and I'll blow your fucking head off! [Verse 2: Eazy-E] Alright, empty your pockets, but do it slow Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin' floor Don't make me have to set an example today And blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny Taking all you stupid motherfuckers' money Peepin' at a bitch 'cause my dick's on hard Laughing at the dumbass security guard Who's tied up for the moment, not saying a word I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd But back to the bitches I'm peepin' And then untie the hoe, so I can start creepin' Took her to the backroom, about to jack Cold trailed the bitch with a gun in her back I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!" There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw I said: "Damn!", then the air got thinner Only thought in my mind was going up in her The suspense was making me sick She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick! I said: "Damn!", dropped the gat from my hand What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt Because this is one faggot that I had to hurt, so— [Hook: Yellowman] Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt [Bridge: Sample] I said, get down! I want you all face-down on the floor Anybody moves and I shoot! [Verse 3: Eazy-E & MC Ren] Stacking up the money and there's more to collect 'Cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveler's checks Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see Three motherfucking police staring at me! What to do now?—Hurry up and get armed Alright, tell me, who hit the motherfucking alarm? I'ma give ya a chance and count to three Or else five of y'all bitches are comin' with me (Alright, alright! Come on out niggas, or we're coming in This is the only chance to turn yourself in) Fuck you! We got hostages and plenty of loot And don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot We're sending out the hostages, all except five And if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive We want a 'copter, so we can get away clean And take some pussy along, if you know what I mean One hostage got brave, and got off the floor But I smoked his ass before he got to the door (They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!) You a stupid motherfucker trying to run Now you're dead as fuck, trying to race a gun (Alright, this is the last chance to get off your ass Or else the tear gas is about to blast) I ran to the back and Ren followed behind To a hell of a spot that was hard to find The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin' With screamin' hostages runnin' and chokin' Getting' away, but I was suddenly stopped At point-blank range by a motherfucking cop And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught 'Cause a nigga like the E was finally caught My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work So... yo, y'all know what time it is [Hook: Yellowman] Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt [Bridge: Sample] Well, I'm giving you five seconds to let us through the gate, or I'm gonna shoot two of your guards! [Outro: Yellowman & Samples] Get in that cell Get in that cell Hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt4

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Pro’s Freestyle 1.0

Chiddy Bang

[Verse: Chiddy Bang] Can I rock to this rhyme? You're not on my mind They said we blowin' up Don't jump on our mine I once had a tie to the world, I was blind Now I see everything through these contacts of mine I'm at the office, yeah, I does it again I touch it wins, that's why the label buzzin' me in Uh, told my mama I won't stop 'til I'm signed Im hot with the rhyme, you Megatron, I'm Optimus Prime I'm locked in a line, I'm just waitin' for my turn Still fresh to death, so this paper I gotta earn I am Stern, David commissioned me for athleticism The prototype on the mic just check my mechanism They ask, "How you make the world feel it?" I say it's D-N-A, It's just in my double helix My controversions sells, if controversy sells Then I'm a take this 9, shoot the president and bail, uh Not Barack though I love ya You in a lower weight class, I'm above ya Can I get this? Guarantee I spit this Hand on the stand, I guarantee you should witness yeah The boy back like retro I want my car to have NOS like Esco I'm in that class in the corner I'm special The flow magic, magic, presto I take off, before it, I break off Perfect attendance I'm never takin' days off And while I put in work they gettin' a laid off And this is based off, flow I'm feeling like I'm near cash, on drive so I steer fast Don't they feel my impact like a deer crash Promised aunty if I win, you see it's right Make the rain go away like a windshield wipe I'm ripe, I'm raw, I'm everything above A big enough heart to give a hater a hug Shootin' off whether its grenades or a slug Still bees, honey bees designated by buzz, what?You might also like

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Neighborhood #2 (Laïka)

Arcade Fire

[Verse 1: Win Butler] Alexander, our older brother Set out for a great adventure He tore our images out of his pictures He scratched our names out of all his letters [Chorus: Win Butler & Reginé Chassagne] Our mother should have Just named you Laika [Verse 2: Win Butler] Come on Alex, you can do it Come on Alex, there's nothing to it If you want something, don't ask for nothing If you want nothing, don't ask for something [Chorus: Win Butler & Reginé Chassagne, Win Butler] Our mother should have Just named you Laika It's for your own good It's for the neighborhood The neighborhood [Verse 3: Win Butler & Reginé Chassagne] Our older brother bit by a vampire For a year we caught his tears in a cup And now we're gonna make him drink it Come on Alex, don't die or dry up See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $117You might also like[Chorus: Win Butler & Reginé Chassagne, Win Butler] Our mother should have Just named you Laika It's for your own good It's for the neighborhood The neighborhood [Bridge: Win Butler & Reginé Chassagne] When daddy comes home you always start a fight So the neighbors can dance in the police disco lights The police disco lights [Outro: Win Butler & Reginé Chassagne] Now the neighbors can dance (The police) Now the neighbors can dance (Disco lights) Now the neighbors can dance (The police) Now the neighbors can dance (Disco lights) Look at them dance11

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Unbelievable

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro] Biggie Smalls is the illest (Uh) What? Uh Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Uh Biggie Smalls, Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Uh, yeah Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest [Verse 1] Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Representing BK to the fullest Gats, I pull it Bastards ducking when B.I.G. be bucking Chickenheads be clucking, in my back room fucking It ain't nothing They know B.I.G. be handling With the MAC in the Ac' door paneling Bandaging MC's, oxygen, they can't breathe Mad tricks up the sleeve Wear boxers so my dick can breathe Breeze through in the Q Forty-five by my side, lyrical high And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches Get smoked like Dutches from the master Hate to blast ya but I have to You see I smoke a lot Your life is played out like Kwame And them fucking polka dots Who rock the spot? Biggie You know how the weed go, unbelievable You might also like[Chorus] It's unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest [Verse 2] B-I-G, G-I-E A-K-A., B-I-G Get it? Biggie Also known as the bon appétit Rappers can't sleep need sleeping B.I.G. keep creeping Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need treating Dumb rappers need teaching Lesson A: Don't fuck with B-I That's that "Oh I, thought he was wack" Oh, come, come now, why y'all so dumb now Hunt me or be hunted I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway My forte causes Caucasians to say "He sounds demented" Car weed scented, if I said it, I meant it Bite my tongue for no one Call me evil, or unbelievable [Chorus] It's unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest [Verse 3] Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus coupes Leave no witnesses, what you think this is? Ain't no amateurs here I damage and tear, MC's fear me They too near not to hear me Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream One thousand grams of uncut to the gut It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill Trying to play gorilla when you ain't no killer The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver Get ready to die, tell God I said hi And throw down some ice for the nicest MC Niggas know the steelo, unbelievable [Chorus] It's unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest [Outro] It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest 'Believable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest 'Believable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Biggie Smalls— Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest44

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My 1st Single

Eminem

[Intro] Oh! Yeah! So much for first single on this one [Verse 1] Shady's the label, Aftermath is the stable That the horses come out of—erra Of course we're about to stir up Some shit thick as Mrs. Buttersworth's syrup It's the Mr. Picked-on-Christopher-Reeves-just-for-no-reason Other than to—just to tease him 'Cause he was his biggest (*burp*) fan He used to be Superman, now I'm pourin' Liquor on the curb in his name for him "Eminem, you wait 'til we meet up again, fucker I'm kickin' your ass for everything you've ever said." It goes one for the money, two for the fuckin' show Ready, get set, let's go Here comes the buckin' bronco Stompin' and stampedin' up the damn street like them buffalo Soldiers, I told ya I'm 'bout to blow, so look out below, Geronimo Motherfuckers, it's dominoes, I'm on a roll Around and around I go When will I stop? I don't know Tryin' to pick up where The Eminem Show left off But I know anything's possible Though I'm not gonna top what I sold I'm at the top of my game, that shit is not gonna change Long as I got Dr. Dre on my team I'll get away With murder: I'm like O.J., he's like my Cochran today We keep the Mark Fuhrman tapes In a safe, locked 'em away (*slam*) Better watch what you say Just when you thought you were safe Them fuckers got you on tape You swear to God you was playin' Whether or not you was little Joshua Gosh, I wish I could've told you to not do the same 'Cause one day it could cost you your name You might also like[Chorus] And this was supposed to be my first single (*burp*) But I just fucked that up, so Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle (*burp*) Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle (*fart*) That you hear on your radio But shit's about to hit the shingle (*fart*) Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka [Verse 2] Eri-Eri-Erick swallowed some generic sleeping pills And woke up in bed next to his best friend Derrick, bare-naked Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janean just turned 16 and used a fake ID To sneak in V.I.P. to see R. Kelly Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee to be so young and naïve Oh what I wouldn't give to live so Kim and carefree Paris and Nicky's parents must be so tickled, they cherish Every picture with their kids with hickeys all over their necks Hickory-dickory Dirk Diggler, look at me work wizardry With these words – am I a jerk or just jerk chicken? Or chiga-chigga-chig-chig-jer-chig-jer jerkin' your chain Twenty-two jerks in a jerk circle, or is it a circle jerk? Wait a minute, what am I sayin'? Allow me to run it back And rewind it {blblblblblblblb} – wait, let me ask you again Am I just jerkin' your chain? Am I berserk or insane? Or am I just one of them damn amateurs workin' the dang Cameras, filmin' one of them Paris Hilton homemade Pornos, who keeps tiltin' the lens at an angle Jigga-ji-just recently somebody just discovered Britney and Justin videotapes of 'em fuckin' When they was just Mouseketeers in the Mickey Mouse Club And dusted 'em and went straight to The Source with 'em 'Cause they could've sworn someone said, "Ni—" And then tried to erase and record over it But if you listen close enough to it you can hear the "Ga-hu" and then they come to Find out it was Justin sayin', "I'm gon—nuh cum!" [Chorus] And this was supposed to be. my first single (*burp*) But I just fucked that up, so Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle (*burp*) Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle (*fart*) That you hear on your radio But shit's about to hit the shingle (*fart*) Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka [Verse 3] Any opinions or somethin' you just wanna get off your chest I'd love to hear it All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number It's 1-800-I'M-A-DICK-SUCKER-I'D-LOVE-TO-SUCK-A-DICK And if someone picks up You can talk all the shit you want about me Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key And I'll be sure to get back as soon as there comes a day That I fall out with Dre, wake up gay and make up with Ray (hey!) So fuck a chicken, lick a chicken, suck a chicken, beat a chicken Eat a chicken like it's a big cock, big-a-big-cock! Or suck a dick, and lick a dick, and eat a dick, and stick a dick in your mouth I'm done, you can fuck off, fuck-a-fuck-off! [Chorus] And this was supposed to be my first single (*burp*) But I just fucked that up, so Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle (*burp*) Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle (*fart*) That you hear on your radio But shit's about to hit the shingle (*fart*) Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka (*burp*)31

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Bitch Niggaz

Dr. Dre

[Intro: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Some good-ass weed Check it out Dog: this game is a motherfuckin' trip man Word on the streets, everybody always tryin' to run up on me hollerin' about "Word on the streets is, this nigga said this" Man, I don't give a fuck about what that nigga said man That's what's wrong with you niggas You niggas is just like bitches Ho-ass niggas, talk too motherfuckin' much (Speak) Stay to your own, get your own–you know what I'm saying'? Be independent, nigga Biatch [Interlude: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Yeah Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas) Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas) Bitch-ass niggas (Beotch) Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas) Yeah, I'm talkin' about you (Beotch) Bitch niggas And you too (Biatch) Hmm, Dogg [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] I meet mo' bitch niggas than hoes, look here And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (damn) Dogg, so many niggas like to keep up shit And just like a bitch (beotch) niggas be talkin' shit (nigga) Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka) Niggas stay strapped from way back, cause payback Will make niggas wanna pop that shit If you ain't ready for the game (uh-uh) nigga stop that shit We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (right) No mo' talkn', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip Glock on the hip, set-trippin', dippin' and shit If you act like a bitch (nigga) nigga you get smacked like a bitch You might also like[Interlude: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Bitch niggas, bitch niggas (Bitch niggas) These niggas don't know what the fuck is goin' on Yo Dogg, check it, kick back Let me holler at these niggas for a minute [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin' these punk motherfuckers hate it (Compton) is the city I'm from Can't never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon Huh, I can't live my life on broke no mo' And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face, and for what? They got the game fucked up, and want my thing fucked up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin' for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me... [Verse 3: Six2] These niggas after yo' paper, Dr. D-R-E (Wha?) And these punk-ass hoes is lookin' for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "There they go, there they go" Bitch niggas, uh-huh [Interlude] Attention all personnel: Stop schemin', and lookin' hard Stop schemin', and, an–, and, an–an–, and, and lookin' hard [Chorus: Hittman] Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga You's a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga, a bitch nigga A bitch nigga [Verse 4: Hittman] I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker Lights was little dimmer, my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old school Like Romey Rome, homey, yo, you owe me the right To slap you, like the bitch that you are, been wantin' to cap you Every since you was mad doggin' me with that bitch in yo' car Fool, "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff" Man, you shit on Hitt, get yo' shit bust, plus Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo' bitch's blush Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh I know Chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, ha ha I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me No you's a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimens A bitch nigga [Scratches] Stop schemin', and lookin' hard Stop, stop, stop schemin', and lookin' hard Stop, stop, ah, –op, –op, stop, sch–, sch–, schemin' and lookin' hard Stop, stop, ah, –op, –op, stop, sch–, sch–, schemin' and lookin' hard Stop schemin' an–, an–, an–, an–, an–, and lookin' hard Stop schemin', and lookin' hard Stop sche–, schemin', and lookin' hard Stop schemin', and, and, and stop schemin', and lookin' hard12

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Let Me Get Down

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] To my motherfuckin man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker, huh? I like to max in Maximas and Acuras Your girl buttcheeks I'm smackin', huh? The raw rapper, spine snapper With the little hookers on my lap-ah You know the flavor Mack-ah A shy nigga but I ain't your fuckin comforter And if I ever fall in love I bet I'm fuckin her Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her If she tried to front, then I drop the Chuckii Booker on her: "Why you wanna play your games on me?" Bitch, you're crazy, commitments, I'm Swayze No time for the ill shit Rest with the niggas on that real bloodspill shit My rappin' tactics are drastic Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my pedigre You better be filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down [Chorus: Craig Mack] Hahhhh, AHHHHHHHH HAH Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahhhh boy, let me get down and funk em) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Yeah.. uh-huh.. yeah) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Yo, I just wanna get 'em) You might also like[Verse 2: G-Dep] Yeah, yo Odds even, said shoot (blaow) Asked me the reason, and I said loot Man that's all I'm here for, therefore When death declares war, you know what to prepare for Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta Live on your station, the radiation'll melt ya Cool - I guess your momma raised a fool You didn't wanna blaze your tool shoulda stayed in school Rap terror, shots through your new era Get it together, y'all niggas shoulda knew better I'm on point like acupuncture I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya Left side, right side, witcha ho I might slide Runnin' wit' this big guy, y'all niggas is pint-size Don't make a nigga have to show you the pound And show you the sound, that'll put you low in the ground Just let me get down [Chorus: Craig Mack] Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (What? What?) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little bit) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahh.. I just wanna funk, what? Ahhhh) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] I be like: "Whaaaat?" Let me clear my throat Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes Heyy! Yo, from coast to coast I burn like toast So dope that I floats through snow, nig-guh Oh, you don't wanna battle me The agony be like: "Somebody help me, please!" Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better In any weather, I biddy-bang-bang in ya, nigga Ah-huh, I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop Now I pop through your body parts Blaow, blaow! You like the way I interact Proceed to smack, any MC that's wack Ah-huh, microphone check one two I do ya tool like them freaks run through your crew Give it to me, ohh, send it to me, ohh But before I get down, where's my money? Let me get down [Chorus: Craig Mack] Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahhh.. boyeee) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little bit) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahh.. I just wanna funk) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (The Mackalicious funk wanna get down.. boyeeeeeee, HAHHH, AHHHH-HAH Mack, feelin the funk) [Outro: Notorious B.I.G.] Bringin' it live to you bitch ass niggas2

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Idioteque

Radiohead

[Verse 1] Who's in the bunker? Who's in the bunker? Women and children first, and the children first, and the children I'll laugh until my head comes off I'll swallow 'til I burst, until I burst, until I Who's in the bunker? Who's in the bunker? I have seen too much, you haven't seen enough, you haven't seen it I'll laugh until my head comes off Women and children first, and children first, and children [Chorus] Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time [Verse 2] Ice Age coming, Ice Age coming Let me hear both sides, let me hear both sides, let me hear both Ice Age coming, Ice Age coming Throw him in the fire, throw him in the fire, throw him on the We're not scaremongering This is really happening, happening We're not scaremongering This is really happening, happening Mobiles skwerking, mobiles chirping Take the money and run, take the money and run, take the money You might also like[Chorus] Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time [Outro] (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the ch-) (first) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the ch-) (first) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the ch-) (first) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-)71

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Fake Plastic Trees

Radiohead

[Verse 1] A green plastic watering can For a fake Chinese rubber plant In a fake plastic earth That she bought from a rubber man In a town full of rubber plants To get rid of itself [Chorus] It wears her out It wears her out It wears her out It wears her out [Verse 2] She lives with a broken man A cracked polystyrene man Who just crumbles and burns He used to do surgery For girls in the eighties But gravity always wins [Chorus] And it wears him out It wears him out It wears him out It wears You might also like[Verse 3] She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling If I just turn and run [Chorus] And it wears me out It wears me out It wears me out It wears me out [Outro] And if I could be who you wanted If I could be who you wanted All the time All the time86

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Alejandro

Lady Gaga

[Spoken 1] "I know that we are young" "And I know that you may love me" "But I just can't be with you like this anymore" "Alejandro..." [Interlude] Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh [Verse 1] She's got both hands In her pocket And she won't look at you Won't look at you She hides true love En su bolsillo She's got a halo around her finger Around you [Pre-Chorus] You know that I love you, boy Hot, like Mexico, rejoice At this point, I've gotta choose Nothing to lose You might also like[Chorus] Don't call my name, don't call my name Alejandro I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe Fernando Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch Just smoke my cigarette and hush Don't call my name, don't call my name Roberto [Post-Chorus] Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro [Spoken 2] "Stop, please" "Just let me go" "Alejandro, just let me go" [Verse 2] She's not broken She's just a baby But her boyfriend's like her dad Just like her dad And all those flames that Burned before him Now he's gotta firefight Gotta cool the bad [Pre-Chorus] You know that I love you, boy Hot, like Mexico, rejoice At this point, I've gotta choose Nothing to lose [Chorus] Don't call my name, don't call my name Alejandro I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe Fernando Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch Just smoke my cigarette and hush Don't call my name, don't call my name Roberto [Post-Chorus] Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro [Bridge] Don't bother me, don't bother me Alejandro Don't call my name, don't call my name Bye, Fernando I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe Alejandro Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch Fernando [Chorus] Don't call my name, don't call my name Alejandro I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe Fernando Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch Just smoke my cigarette and hush Don't call my name, don't call my name Roberto [Post-Chorus] Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro (Don't call my name, don't call my name) Alejandro, Alejandro (Alejandro) (I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe) Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro (Fernando) (Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch) Alejandro, Alejandro (Just smoke my cigarette and hush) (Don't call my name, don't call my name) Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro (Roberto) [Outro] Alejandro34

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Change Gonna Come

B.o.B

[Hook] It's been a long A long time coming but I know Change gonna come [Verse 1: Charles Hamilton] Prisoner to my cerebellum So I reach out to the listeners And my mission is I better tell 'em Our fear of a free mind is hearing Your spirit can die anytime You need to cry and so you hide it deep inside Reason why? How can you change what was written? Easy, don't focus your brain on what they mentioned I got so used to tryna make due I feel like I'm cheating when I'm faced with a break through The man in the mirror keeps saying I hate you I respond like lil nigga I made you Slay those sayin they could break you So when I take a break I go ape come back and play fool When they think they won that's when I crush them Change is eminent I evolve so it's nothing What's the discussion Charles Hamilton You might also like[Hook] It's been a long A long time coming but I know Change gonna come [Verse 2: Asher Roth] We've been pompous ever since Columbus couldn't work a compass We've accomplished what we've conjured up while conscious Unconsciously we've conquered all the eye can see Constantly concocting more options but jobs are still obsolete It seems so odd to me, an odyssey How honesty is honestly the rarest thing upon us It's astonishing How did all the honest people vanish from the planet? Leaving us a laundry list of problems to acknowledge While plotting with my phonics me and Conic and B.o.B Nag Champa rises as I sit down and sketch my rhymes Stretch my mind to figure out what's next in line The next Em, Ye and Andre? Nah homie its just been a long A long time coming [Hook] It's been a long A long time coming but I know Change gonna come [Verse 3: B.o.B] Well as you listening to this track You probably about to blog about it and maybe say its wack Or maybe compare the verses to see which one of us has snapped Completely ignoring the fact that this is way more than rap Cause I happen to be on a magazine you happen to see this issue Some people wish you well man some people turn against you Some people even call up to the station just to diss you You bitch you, you only mad at your self here's a tissue But that ain't even my focus man that hate ain't on my menu Im in a different city about to rock a different venue My girl sent me a text message just to say "i miss you" It won't be long before I'm home baby but the rent's due Ha ha ha [Hook] It's been a long A long time coming but I know Change gonna come

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Super Hyphy

Keak da Sneak

[Intro] Yo What's up, Keak? Zap on my lap and my hand on my strap (That's my word) I'm smokin' purple, sippin' 'gnac (Yeah) That's my word (Word) Hyphy What it do? Fa sheezy That's my word Mm-hmm Rah Records, baby Dopegame 2 [Verse 1] Zap on my lap and my hand on my strap I'm smokin' purple, sippin' 'gnac Inhaler, I'm Primatene Mist, causin' asthma attacks Hittin' niggas, takin' early fades, gap backs Direct the scene, shoot 'em with cannon So how you wanna act? But nathan, I'm belatin' the sizzlin' In the cutaluffa, doin' my thizzle (Doin' my thizz) Oh, and drankin', throwin' up the Hully Solo, but on the low, my buddy (My buddy) Doin' hella shit at one time My definition of hyphy, man, is thizzin', sniffing lines I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' like, "Yee!" R.I.P to the Mac D-R-E So don't stop (Don't stop), keep it going (Keep it going) With some Privilege and a Backwood blowin' (B-blowing) Hold it down for the bay, reppin' Oakland If it wasn't for that Granddaddy smokin' (Da-di-da) You might also like[Chorus] Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) I don't put that on, that's my word (Hyphy) I don't put that on, that's my word (What it do?) I don't think they know, that's my word (Sheezy) I don't put that on, that's my word [Verse 2] Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, do a little shitty Ba-da-dup-bup-bup-bup-bay, have I lost it? You still with me? Fazeekin', Keakin' and sneakin' All N Da Doe wit' da nappy 'fro, still freakin' On citas, bonitas senoritas Turn in two-elevens, one-eight-sevens on a feature I see my nigga in the traffic, wassup-y? Brotha by another motha, a first cous', what's bloody? I mix big with husky brusky Quarterbackin', trust me, rugby rush me Color purple, still in the street, it's ugly I don't know you, but you lovin' me, fresher than Doug E Look at what the motherfuckin' rap game done done to me So go on, nigga, run the beat Here comes Keak Da Sneak Self-taught, when he do a technique, nothing but heat Self-taught, what to do on this beat? This for the street [Chorus] Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) I don't put that on, that's my word (Hyphy) I don't put that on, that's my word (What it do?) I don't think they know, that's my word (Sheezy) I don't put that on, that's my word [Verse 3] First, second verse, this my third Sixth grade, drivin' to school, I had a Firebird I don't put that on, that's my word Oh you hip now? I was problem's child, you was nerd I was being bad, you was being good But all this time, had a destiny to save the hood All that shit I been through, look at me now I'm strikin' like a match, man, back to the town (Back to the town) Beanie cap fowl and my mug on mean (Mean) Waking up your family with four fifteens (Four fifteens) In the driveway they can't stand me Die hard Raider, Sneak Davis, draft Randy Moss, it's the boss, come floss (Floss) Put it on thick like MAC lip gloss (MAC lip gloss) Owin' hella shit, I ain't taking a loss Well paid, this shit cost 'cause I been had sauce [Chorus] Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) Yadidamean? (Fo' sho) Know what I mean? (Fo' sheezy) I don't put that on, that's my word (Hyphy) I don't put that on, that's my word (What it do?) I don't think they know, that's my word (Sheezy) I don't put that on, that's my word3

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Problems

J. Cole

[Verse 1] Dear Mrs. Bill Collector I know you just doing your job Don’t mean to disrespect you But we’ve been going through this thing since way back I told you when I get the dough I would pay back But I got problems baby yeah if you only knew I got bigger problems baby, yeah, hey So why you talking about the money that I owe Like as if I didn’t know man It don’t mean nothing to me Cause right now I got my little boy crying And my grandmother dying Could you please stop fucking with me Listen here, I ain't looking for no tears But my brother got a year And my Momma keep smoking that shit On top of that, I’m broke Please put that in your notes For the next one to call me up talking that shit And then ahana... [Verse 2] Hey Dear, Mr. Policeman Ay am I wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man? I coulda swore that I was driving pretty peaceful So why the hell is you pulling over me fo'? Is it this black Mercedes? Oh naw I get it, I get it, I get it Or cause I’m Black, hmmm maybe? Yeah, hey, tell me why my hands start sweating And I hold my breath every time that you get behind me I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound Man I’m nervous like I got a couple pounds on me You pulled me over, you frown on me With your flashlight, tell me what do you see Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree And then ahana... unh You might also like[Verse 3] Yeah, my middle finger to the law I'm busting off, tryna touch the sky My teacher said impossible but I’mma fucking try Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules There’s niggas dying every day man we don’t make the news Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones Timmy got his bike stole Top story: Tiger Woods be fucking all these White hoes Anchorman stop snitching Cut to commercial, he be texting all his side bitches Hey my goodness, how ironic On trial for possession of some chronic My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than a comet Hey your honor, is you kidding How you sit above me Are you perfect motherfucker How you finna judge me? When you home you don't cuss, drink and puff like us? These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff They hate they jobs and they days be fucked up like us At the end of the day you niggas just like us You niggas just like us7

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I Need A Hot Girl

Hot Boys

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh] You need a hot one I got one, now take it and bend Shake it down, break it down with me and a friend Biggity-bounce, slide, ride, work that cat to the right Push it down, push it up, psst, boom, you dynamite Lick it up like ice cream, nigga, you knowin' You make me ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, Rocky Balboa See, I'm loving when we thuggin', baby, just don't stop You could wobble-dy, wobble-dy, drop, drop it like it's hot Beat it up and eat it up, love, that's your dick And if you ain't from the ghetto, then ride out, bitch Arms, legs, backs, and breast You better read her fucking tats, nigga, Mannie Fresh Suck it up and yuck it up, baby, work on that pole Got them niggas in a circle hollering, "Here we go, oh" Back that ass up, lil' one, all the way to the zipper I really like you, hot girl, but I got to flip ya [Chorus] Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl [Post-Chorus] What? Huh? What? Huh? Do your thing, girl Do your thing, bitch, do your thing, bitch Do your thing, bitch, do your thing, bitch You might also like[Verse 2: Baby] I need a hot and spicy ho I can shop with Give my ho ten Gs, told her spend the shit See, my hot girl ride Lexus Coupe, bitch And she got the matchin' Rollie, ho, floss your shit And she got the matching mink for the winter, bitch Plus, see, a real hot girl can't be faded, bitch Roll the dice, hit the sev', no craps, bitch She got the brand new Rover out the showroom quick Customized TVs all through that shit Yokahama twenty-inch dubs on that bitch Now see my Cash Money hot girl floss her shit Ridin' uptown, bumping Hot Boys, ya bitch And that blue-faced Rolex, I bought that bitch Keep big head Benjamins all through her shit Fuck a thug girl, them hoes can only suck my dick I need a hot girl to represent this uptown shit [Chorus] Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl [Post-Chorus] What? Hot girl What? Hot girl What? Hot girl Where my bitch at? Look [Verse 3: B.G.] A hot girl is a solid ho If a bitch get outta line, she a violent ho Ain't no pest, far from being a whining ho Fuck up, she confess, she ain't no lying ho, that's what I need A hot girl is a jazzy bitch I'd take her any day for a classy bitch On the down low for her nigga, she a nasty bitch I tell her touch it, she gonna reach out and grab the dick I bust a nut, it's soft, she get it back hard The police kick in the door, she take the charge If a nigga go to jail, she run for her nigga Money orders, business, and pump one for her nigga She be a nigga balling, work that body for her nigga Let me come through, hit the stash, and rock-a-bye the nigga I can't see no other bitch for the B.G. But a hot girl for sure, call her a H.G., a hot girl [Chorus] Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl [Verse 4: Turk & Lil' Wayne] I like 'em hot, the ones that don't tell me to stop Eat dick, swallow the cum and they know how to pop I need a project bitch, a hoodrat bitch One that don't give a fuck and say she took that dick She a doggy with it, she can wobble-dy dance She know how to monkey with it Open her legs and squeeze a nigga like she want me in it Now turn around and back it up Then throw it at a nigga 'til I say, "Ooh, that's enough" Give me a gangsta ho, one that don't give a fuck And that'll shank a ho One that'll slang still, and keep it on the low One that'll do time for me and slang that fuckin' coke Dawg, you know A lil' shorty get in the twat, have it hurting and thumping They be like, "They say he small, girl, he workin' with something" I'm Lil' Wayne, on fire, I'll snatch your lil' boo You a hot girl, baby, what's happening with you? [Chorus] Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl Oh, what you need boy? I need a hot girl Oh, what you want boy? I want a hot girl [Outro] You understand? Look That's the motherfuckin' hot boys Definition of a motherfuckin' hot girl You dig what I'm sayin'? It's all gravy If you fit the description, then come on, get with a nigga Come on, get with a nigga If you fit the standard, come on, get with a nigga7

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The Way I Am

Eminem

[Segue from "Steve Berman (Skit)"] ...Man, whatever [Intro] Dre, just let it run Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit Ayo This song is for anyone Fuck it, just shut up and listen Ayo [Verse 1] I sit back with this pack of Zig-Zag's and this bag Of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be The most meanest MC on this, on this Earth And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve All this tension, dispensin' these sentences Gettin' this stress that's been eatin' me recently off Of this chest and I rest again peacefully (Peacefully) But at least have the decency in you To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out In the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter To not come and speak to me (Speak to me), I don't know you And no, I don't owe you a motherfuckin' thing I'm not Mr. *NSYNC, I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick If you tempt me, my tank is on empty (Is on empty) No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin' you ten feet (You ten feet) in the air I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I'm tired of all you (Of all you), I don't mean to be mean But that's all I can be, it's just me You might also like[Chorus] And I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Ha, radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Ha, I don't know, that's just the way I am [Verse 2] Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense, it's constant And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content The song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses" And all of this controversy circles me And it seems like the media immediately Points a finger at me (Finger at me) So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up When you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up With the bullshit they pull, 'cause they full of shit too When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school And they blame it on Marilyn (On Marilyn) and the heroin Where were the parents at? (Parents at?) And look where it's at! Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see, an upper-class city Havin' this happenin' (This happenin') then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way (Rap this way) but I'm glad 'Cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn And it's burnin', and I have returned [Chorus] And I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Ha, I don't know, that's just the way I am [Verse 3] I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired That I wish that I would just die or get fired And dropped from my label, let's stop with the fables I'm not gonna be able to top a "My Name Is" And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation To cop me rotation at rock 'n' roll stations And I just do not got the patience (Got the patience) To deal with these cocky Caucasians who think I'm some wigger who just tries to be Black 'cause I talk With an accent and grab on my balls so they always Keep askin' the same fuckin' questions (Fuckin' questions) What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in The why, the who, what, when, the where, and the how 'Til I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out 'Cause they drivin' me crazy (Me crazy), I can't take it I'm racin', I'm pacin', I stand and I sit And I'm thankful for every fan that I get But I can't take a shit in the bathroom without Someone standin' by it! (Standin' by it) No, I won't sign your autograph You can call me an asshole, I'm glad [Chorus] 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Ha, I don't know, that's just the way I am (Way I am) [Produced by Eminem]257

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Higher

J. Cole

[Chorus] Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter You might not be the one [Verse 1] Hey, uh What up girl? Tell me how you feelin’ You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling If you got a man, do that nigga need a fill-in? She said, "Looks kill and I’m tryna make a killin'" And God willing, I’d be chilling on the boat nigga Love is a gamble, I ain’t dealin’ with no broke nigga Down in Miami with a super ho team Tryna bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring Oh, she down in Dallas at the All-Star game Spittin’ All-Star game Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name, somethin’ like James Somethin like Wade, if you something like paid You can fuck tonight, yeah, she sayin', "Fuck some nice J's What about your life savings?" Won’t spend her life slavin’ So she graduated, rich nigga wife training And if you got money, man the head is amazing You might also like[Chorus] Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter You might not be the one [Verse 2] What up girl? Tell me how you been Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin But you done got thick on a nigga, goddamn Hey now, I got a thing for you It's been a long time comin', I should hang with you 'Cause see way back, I thought to fuck with you was impossible Count your baby daddy’s now, two and a possible Uh, you still got it though, yeah, you still got it though Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold You got your mean little walk with the model pose You got your hair did, you got designer clothes You still got it though, yeah, you still got it though You got your nails did, damn girl, you're on a roll Do you get brains? Did you make the honor roll? Don’t worry bout your man baby, he ain’t gotta know [Chorus] Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here, I’m 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter You might not be the one [Verse 3] Hey, I get bored so fast that they won’t last But girl you’re special like I met you in the slow class 'Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far My life is like a movie, would you be my co-star? Like Halle Berry? Your old nigga act like a bitch, like Tyler Perry You caught him down in Memphis cheating like Calipari I see you like to stay up on your ESPN If your mind is on sex, you must got ESP then Had a crush on way back, I wasn’t VIP then But I was plotting on you, I really wish that I'd have got to know you Before we grew up and I blew up with these Benjamins That way I know for sure your love is really genuine Is you my homie? Well show me what kind of friend you is What if it's phony? Yeah only 'cause I can give you ends Too late for turning back, fuck it, we continuing Get your ass in that position I love to bend you in [Chorus] Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter You might not be the one but you the one that I desire Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter You might not be the one22

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Hailie’s Song

Eminem

[Intro] Da-da, da-da Yo, I can't sing, but I feel like singing I wanna fuckin' sing 'Cause I'm happy Yeah, I'm happy I got my baby back Yo, check it out [Verse 1] Some days I sit starin' out the window Watchin' this world pass me by Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for I almost break down and cry Sometimes I think I'm crazy I'm crazy, oh, so crazy Why am I here? Am I just wastin' my time? But then I see my baby Suddenly I'm not crazy It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no [Chorus 1] 'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders (Fuck, I was scared) Everyone's leanin' on me ‘Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over But then she comes back to me You might also like[Verse 2] My baby girl keeps gettin' older I watch her grow up with pride People make jokes ‘cause they don't understand me They just don't see my real side I act like shit don't faze me Inside it drives me crazy My insecurities could eat me alive But then I see my baby Suddenly I'm not crazy It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no [Chorus 1] ‘Cause sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders Everyone's leanin' on me ‘Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over But then she comes back to me [Verse 3] Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter If I could hit the notes, I'd blow somethin' as long as my father To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mom didn't *reh tnaw* Now, you probably get this picture from my public persona That I'm a pistol-packin' drug addict who bags on his momma But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest ‘Cause there's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside of My soul and just know that I grow colder the older I grow This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold And this load is like the weight of the world And I think my neck is breakin' Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations? Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else But the years that I've wasted is nothin' to the tears that I've tasted So here's what I'm facin': three felonies, six years of probation I've went to jail for this woman I've been to bat for this woman I've taken bats to people's backs Bent over backwards for this woman Man, I shoulda seen it comin', what'd I stick my penis up in? Wouldn't have ripped the prenup up if I'da seen what she was fuckin' But fuck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more I got my baby, maybe, the only lady that I adore Hailie! So sayonara, try tomorrow, nice to know ya Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted It's like the greatest gift you can get, the weight has been lifted And— [Chorus 2] Now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders Everyone's leanin' on me 'Cause my baby knows that her daddy's a soldier Nothin' can take her from me [Outro] Wooo! Told you I can't sing Oh, well—I tried Hailie, 'member when I said If you ever need anything, Daddy would be right there? Guess what—Daddy's here And I ain't goin' nowhere, baby I love you (​​*smooch*)​​110

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Brain Damage

Eminem

[Intro: Doctor & Nurse] Scalpel Here Sponge Here Wait, he's convulsing, he's convulsing Ahh We're gonna have to shock him Oh my God, oh my God We're gonna have to shock him Oh my God [Verse 1] These are the results of a thousand electric volts A neck with bolts Nurse, we're losin' him, check the pulse A kid who refused to respect adults Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose A corny-lookin' white boy, scrawny and always ornery 'Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin' on me And I might snap, one day just like that I decided to strike back, and flatten every tire on the bike rack My first day in Junior High, this kid said "It's you and I, three o'clock sharp, this afternoon you die" I looked at my watch, it was 1:20 "I already gave you my lunch money What more do you want from me?" He said, "Don't try to run from me, you'll just make it worse" My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first Somethin' told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache, it works" I screamed, "Ow, my appendix feel like they could burst Teacher, teacher, quick, I need a naked nurse" "What's the matter?" "I don't know, my leg, it hurts" "Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy" "Oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee" "Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework" "But don't you wanna give me after school detention?" "Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I'ma let him" You might also like[Chorus] Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin' But everywhere I go, they keep playin' my song Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin' But everywhere I go, they keep playin' my song Brain damage [Verse 2] Way before my baby daughter Hailie I was harassed daily by this fat kid named DeAngelo Bailey An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, 'cause his father boxes So every day he'd shove me in the lockers One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin' And had me in the position to beat me into submission He banged my head against the urinal 'til he broke my nose Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat I tried to plead and tell him we shouldn't beef But he just wouldn't leave He kept chokin' me and I couldn't breathe He looked at me and said, "You gonna die, honky" The principal walked in and started helpin' him stomp me (What's going on in here?) I made 'em think they beat me to death Holdin' my breath for like five minutes before they finally left Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four-inch screws Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms and foreign tools This is for every time you took my orange juice Or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt I'm gettin' you back, bully, now once and for good I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could And beat him over the head with it 'til I broke the wood Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot Made it home later that same day Started readin' a comic, and suddenly everything became gray I couldn't even see what I was tryin' to read I went deaf and my left ear started to bleed My mother started screamin', "What are you on, drugs?! Look at you, you're gettin' blood all over my rug" (I'm sorry) She beat me over the head with the remote control Opened a hole and my whole brain fell out of my skull I picked it up and screamed, "Look, bitch, what have you done?" "Oh my God, I'm sorry, son" Shut up, you cunt I said fuck it, took it and stuck it back up in my head Then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck [Chorus] Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin' But everywhere I go, they keep playin' my song Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin' But everywhere I go, they keep playin' my song [Outro] Brain damage, it's brain damage I got brain damage, it's brain damage It's probably brain damage, it's brain damage Brain damage, I got brain damage72

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“Grammy Family” Freestyle

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z & (Funkmaster Flex)] I been crushing the building since Izod socks I'm so independent, sh..I might buy Koch I might not stop Places to cop, seventy-six floors, you can call me the Doc Say when, say when (When!) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm tired Build me up, break me down to build me up again They like: "Hov, we need you back so we can kill your ass again" "Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close" How I'm 'posed to win? they got me fightin' ghosts Same sword they knight you they gon' good night you with Sh.., Thats' only half if they like you That ain't even the half what they might do Don't believe me, ask Michael See Martin, see Malcolm You see Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome See Jesus, see Judas; see Caesar, see Brutus See success is like suicide Suicide, it's a suicide If you succeed, prepare to be crucified Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto So it's tough bein' Bobby Brown To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now Now the question is, is to have had and lost Better than not having at [all] You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] Everybody wanna be the King then shots ring You layin' on your balcony with holes in your dream Or you Malcolm X-d out, get distracted by screams Everybody get your hand off my jeans Everybody look at you strange, say you changed Uhh! Like you work that hard to stay the same Uhh! Game stays the same, the name changes So its best for those to not overdose on being famous Most kings get driven so insane That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did No dangers, so shameless Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers Low chain 'em as the enemies approach So raise your draw bridge and drown them in the moat And the Spirit I'm evoking Hold on [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Everybody screaming they want the old Hov But the new improved Hov hit like Albert Pujols Everybody wanna hear me talk that money like Phil Rizzuto But my mind is on Pluto Bills that I do fold, I now invest on Trying to find some loopholes in the IRS As where I used to have a few hoes, I am just Concentrating on making a new Hov through sex I've awakened just in time to school those putos Trying to follow in my shoes with jewels froze Better adhere to this text 'fore you go Broke, spending more than you've accrued on silly baguettes I know silly begets silly you'll learn on your own At least my conscience is clear, I'm no longer steering you wrong Ain't nothing wrong with baguettes after you get a home Take care of your home, you can go back and—ugh! [Verse 4: Jay-Z] I'm getting courted by the bosses The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es Jimmy I's and Lyors-es -- it's Gotta be more than the choruses They respecting my mind now Just a matter of time now Operation: Takeover Corporate Makeover offices-es-es then takeover all of it Please may these words be recorded To serve as testimony that I saw it all before it Came to fruition, sort of a premonition Uncontrollable hustler's ambition Alias Superstition, like Stevie The writing's on the wall like my lady, right baby? Saw it all before, some of y'all thought I was crazy, maybe Like a fox, I'm cagey, ah-ah The more successful, the more stressful The more and more I transform to Gordon Gekko In the race to a billion got my face to the ceiling Got my knees on the floor, please Lord forgive him Has he lost his religion, is the greed gon' get him? He's having heaven on earth, will his wings still fit him? I got the Forbes on my living room floor And I'm still talking to the poor, nigga I want more TIME's most influential, was impressive 'Specially since I wasn't in the artist section Had me with the builders and the titans Had me right with Rupert Murdoch Billionaire boys and some dudes you never heard of Word up on Madison Ave is I'm a cash cow Word down on Wall Street, homie, you get the cash out IPO Hov, no need for reverse merger The boy money talk no need to converse further The baby blue Maybach like I own Gerber Boardroom I'm lifting ya skirt up20

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Pretty Girls

Wale

[Chorus: Weensey] Girls, I ask 'em do they smoke Ask 'em what do they know Ask 'em can we go Pretty girls, sunshine in the air Perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere [Intro: Wale] Bass to the floor, right now, what up (Ugh) [Verse 1: Wale] A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky When I'm in it, we on Cloud Nine for that minute Admiring your style and your physique And I ain't tryna critique But you deserve a good drink, so what's up? What you sipping on? It's no problem Black and gold bottles like I'm pro-New Orleans But, shawty, I'm far from a Saint But I got two Am-Exes that look the same way Wale! D.C., that's me, huh My Prada say "Prada," and they Prada say "Fila" I ain't gotta tell you, they know about me, huh Come to D.C., and I can make you a believer See, baby, I'm a leader; day away from a Libra And I ain't tryna lead you wrong, sugar, I need you So would you please listen to what I'ma need from you? Live for tonight before tomorrow's amnesia, ha! See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Chorus: Weensey] Pretty girls, I ask 'em do they smoke Ask 'em what do they know (Yeah) Ask 'em can we go Pretty girls, sunshine in the air Perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere (Gucci! Yeah, ha) Pretty girls [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Hey, girl, say, girl, ain't no time to play, girl Now, I'ma touch her and tell her I want that girl (That girl) Yeah, they call me Gucci, but I'ma buy you Louis (Gucci) Yellow stones on my wrist remind me of a Slushie (Brrr!) Girl so fine, wanna ride me like a Huffy (Yeah) Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls riot (Shh) Country girl, city girls, love to floss thousands Got her in the bed with the kid, straight wildin' Took her to the club bought her three Long Islands She from Rhode Island; Atlanta, I reside in (Hah) Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor Asian, Black, Caucasian, or Blasian Persuasion, so amazing, it's amazing How they stand there, cuffed up, patient Waiting 'til the perfect time for conversation My observation tell me that she's Gucci baby, baby (Mwah!) [Chorus: Weensey] Girls, I ask 'em do they smoke Ask 'em what do they know (Yeah) Ask 'em can we go Pretty girls, sunshine in the air Ayy, shawty, you gon' have to take your purse off for this one, baby Perfume everywhere It don't matter where you from, we going to D.C. right now Girls are everywhere (What up!) Pretty girls [Bridge: Wale] (Ugh!) Ugly girls be quiet, quiet Pretty girls clap, clap like this (Ugh!) Ugly girls be quiet, quiet Pretty girls clap, clap like this (Young Dub-A-L...) [Verse 3: Wale] Okay, you have em in amazement Switching four lanes in that 09' Range While I'm singing old Tre shit Shawty just splash, come around my way We can hit some J's (It's like this all day) Okay, my name's Wale, they probably know me from the— you know! Boss in my Hugo, floss like my tooth hurt My flow is on Pluto, them rollers ain't pluton-ic I have ‘em beefing on who gon' twist up my new growth Ha, yeah, shawty that's G shit Tokyo spinners, yeah, shawty, that's G shit Please get hip to that new D.C. shit On my PG shit, I ain't finna keep them And I be with P, so I got BBC shit Even if I didn't, I would ball like Arenas—swish! Now, shawty this is what I need from you Live for tonight before tomorrow's amnesia, yeah! [Chorus: Weensey] Girls, I ask 'em do they smoke Ask 'em what do they know Ask 'em can we go Pretty girls, sunshine in the air Perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere [Bridge: Wale] (Ugh!) Ugly girls be quiet, quiet Pretty girls clap, clap like this (Ugh!) Ugly girls be quiet, quiet Pretty girls clap, clap like this (Ugh!) Ugly girls be quiet, quiet Pretty girls clap, clap like this (Ugh!) Ugly girls be quiet, quiet Pretty girls clap, clap like this, ugh!4

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Devil In a New Dress

Kanye West

[Produced by Bink! and Mike Dean] [Intro: Kanye West] Uh Uh I love it, though I love it, though, huh, you know? [Chorus: Kanye West] Uh, put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin' to the congregation We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation [Verse 1: Kanye West] May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us In that magic hour, I seen good Christians Make brash decisions, oh, she do it What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it She putting on her makeup, she casually allure Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour How she gon' wake up and not love me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West] Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin' to the congregation We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan Satan, Satan, Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation [Verse 2: Kanye West] When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat You see, I always loved that sense of humor But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie" The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? You love me for me, could you be more phony? [Chorus: Kanye West] Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue? [Instrumental Interlude: Mike Dean Guitar Solo] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (Uh) Before his jaw shattered, climbing up the Lord's ladder We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter, uh Hater talkin' never made me mad Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag Therefore, G4s at the Clearport When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy When it came to dope, I was quick to export Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud Different traps I was gettin' mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne Whole clique appetites had tapeworms Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns I shed a tear before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over (Uh) Getting 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller I'm makin' love to the angel of death Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (Uh) Uh220

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Black Water

The Doobie Brothers

Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floating Old Mississippi, she's calling my name Catfish are jumping, that paddle wheel thumping Black water keeps rolling on past just the same [Hook] Old black water, keep on rolling Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shining on me? Old black water, keep on rolling Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shining on me? Old black water, keep on rolling Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shining on me? Yeah, keep on shining your light Gonna make everything, pretty mama Gonna make everything alright And I ain't got no worries cause I ain't in no hurry at all Well, if it rains, I don't care! Don't make no difference to me Just take that street car that's going up town Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland And dance a honky tonk And I'll be buying everybody drinks all round [Hook] Old black water, keep on rolling Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shining on me? Old black water, keep on rolling Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shining on me? Old black water, keep on rolling Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shining on me? Keep on shining your light Gonna make everything, pretty mama Gonna make everything alright And I ain't got no worries cause I ain't in no hurry at all See The Doobie Brothers LiveGet tickets as low as $11You might also likeI'd like to hear some funky Dixieland Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand Take me by the hand, pretty mama Come and dance with your daddy all night long I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand Take me by the hand, pretty mama Come and dance with your daddy all night long I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand Take me by the hand, pretty mama Come and dance with your daddy all night long I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand Take me by the hand, pretty mama Come and dance with your daddy all night long I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand Take me by the hand, pretty mama Come and dance with your daddy all night long I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand4

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Black and Yellow

Wiz Khalifa

[Intro] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow [Chorus] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah, I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screaming: "That's nothin'!" When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin' Reppin' my town, when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow [Verse 1] Uh, black stripe, yellow paint Them niggas scared of it, but them hoes ain't Soon as I hit the club, look at them hoes' face Hit the pedal once, make the floor shake Suede inside, my engine roarin' It’s the big boy, you know what I paid for it And I got the pedal to the metal Got you niggas checking game, I’m ballin' out on every level Hear them haters talk, but there’s nothin' you can tell 'em Just made a million, got another million on my schedule No love for 'em, nigga breaking hearts No keys, push to start See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Chorus] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah, I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screaming: "That's nothin'!" When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin' Reppin' my town, when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow [Verse 2] Got a call from my jeweler, this just in And bitches love me ‘cause I'm fucking with their best friends Not a lesbian, but she a freak though This ain't for one night, I’m shining all week, ho I’m sippin' Clicquot and rocking yellow diamonds So many rocks up in my watch I can’t tell what the time is Got a pocket full of big faces Throw it up, 'cause every nigga that I’m with Taylor'd [Chorus] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah, I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screaming: "That's nothin'!" When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin' Reppin' my town, when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow [Verse 3] Stay high like how I’m supposed to do That crowd underneath them clouds can’t get close to you And my car look unapproachable Super clean, but it's super mean She wanna fuck with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks Get fly and take trips and that's that, real rap I let her get high if she want and she feel that Convertible drop feel, ‘87, the top peeled back [Bridge] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is You already know what it is, man And if you don't, you should by now Reppin' my town, when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow [Chorus] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah, I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screaming: "That's nothin'!" When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin' Reppin' my town, when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow82

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Don’t Let Me Fall

B.o.B

[Chorus] Well, it was just a dream, just a moment ago I was up so high, lookin' down at the sky, don't let me fall I was shootin' for stars, on a Saturday night They say what goes up, must come down but don't let me fall Don't let me fall, don't let me fall They say what goes up, must come down but don't let me fall Don't let me fall [Verse 1] 'Cause I'm glidin' up there, oh so very high that if the Clouds were to drop me then I'd, fall out the sky, I don't really Know why I'm here, I guess I'm, just here for the ride, I swear it Feels like I'm dreamin', it's vividly defined, yeah So call me whatever you want, title me whatever you like But let's get one thing straight, you know my name So I run this town, when I'm on this mic, yeah So here I go, B.o.B, Bobby Ray, I don't know, need I know But I know, that I flow, rack 'em up, knock 'em down, dominoes Then I go, as my story goes I know I've done been down here before Product of my East Decatur home 'Cause I was in the cold, tryna keep my toes unfroze Now I'm in your house, now I'm in your soul Now I'm everywhere that your iPod go Everything I seen was a dream just a moment ago You might also like[Chorus] Well, it was just a dream, just a moment ago I was up so high, lookin' down at the sky, don't let me fall I was shootin' for stars, on a Saturday night They say what goes up, must come down but don't let me fall Don't let me fall, don't let me fall They say what goes up, must come down but don't let me fall Don't let me fall, don't let me fall They say what goes up, must come down but don't let me fall Don't let me fall [Verse 2] Yeah, well I'm from much lower than where that pavement is 'Cause there ain't no parachute that they can make for this 'Cause I put my pain, my heart, my soul, my faith in this Does anyone feel like how I feel? Then you can relate to this Or just blaze to this, maybe roll one up, then take a hit Toast to the good life then take a sip Vacay everyday, yeah take a trip It's easy to see I was made for this From the womb all the way to the grave I spit Just to show y'all niggas what greatness is, yeah I'm talkin' very lucid, like makin' movies To picture my life boy, you need a higher resolution I used to cut class in the day, then run away at night But now I'm ruler of the upper class and I don't even write [Chorus] Well, it was just a dream, just a moment ago I was up so high, lookin' down at the sky, don't let me fall I was shootin' for stars, on a Saturday night They say what goes up, must come down but don't let me fall Don't let me fall, don't let me fall They say what goes up, must come down but don't let me fall Don't let me fall19

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When Thugz Cry

2Pac

[Intro] When thugs cry Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take Got us dyin' When thugs cry, times is hard [Verse 1] Born thuggin', and lovin' the way I came up Big money clutchin', bustin' while evadin' cocaine busts My pulse rushin', semi clutchin' into insanity They shot at my cousin, now we bustin' at they whole family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. ‘cause I'm fuckin' his secretary I black out and start cussin', bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic, and bitches duckin', I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand Why I have to live my life with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homie's sister, cut her face up bad They even raped her, so we blazed they pad Automatic shots rang out, on every block They puttin' hits out on politicians, even cops I ain't lyin', they got me sleepin' with my infrared beams And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin' What is the meanin' when thugs cry? You might also like[Hook: singer & (2Pac)] Oh, why should you send your child off to die? In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry, dear God (when thugs cry) Oh my, does it have to be this way? Our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry, dear God, oh why? [Verse 2] Maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin' Where is the love?, never quit my ambition to thug Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary Niggas I used to love, enclosed in Penitentiaries But still, homie, keep it real, how does it feel To lose your life, over something that you did as a kid? You all alone, no communication, block on the phone Don't get along with your pop, and plus your moms is gone Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song To help us grow in time, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters to niggas and bitches We went from welfare livin' to worldwide riches But somethin' changed in this dirty game, everything's strange Lost all my homies over cocaine, man See, they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie See, you gotta get high or die, ‘cause even thugs cry [Hook: singer] Oh, why should you send your child off to die? In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry, dear God Oh my, does it have to be this way? Our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry, dear God, oh why? [Verse 3] And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures Bustin' motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures ‘Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don I write your name wit' a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless in my attack I take command of your dreams Leavin' motherfuckers drownin' in they own blood Clownin', takin' pictures later Laugh 'bout them punk bitches that turned snitches Regulate my area, the terror I represent Makin' your people disappear, you wonderin' where they went Am I cold, or is it just I sold my soul? Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told Come take my body, God, don't let me suffer any longer! Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes; when thugs cry [Hook: singer] Oh, why should you send your child off to die? In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry, dear God Oh my, does it have to be this way? Our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry, dear God, oh why? Oh, why should you send your child off to die? In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry, dear God Oh my, does it have to be this way? Our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry, dear God, oh why? [Collision] I shed tattooed tears for years For my dead homeboys and my prison peers Y'all ain't never heard my cries Now you wonder why would you die? [Additional/Original version Outro] Ayy Nas, remember that shit you said? I don't know what magazine you said it on... Some shit about we're sending thugs to whoever & whenever. You need to go to the record store and check out some of the albums you've been putting out, because you been spitting this thug shit for a while now. I know you've been listening cuz you've been biting this shit so, uh recognize and realize before your ass get rolled on!...15

Gangsta Rap

The Last Stretch

J. Cole

[Intro] (Coast to Coast Instrumentals) I don't know what the hell that is Should have just called Puff for the fucking instrumental Fuck it, no time for that boy! Cole World [Verse 1] They say we living in troubled times Aye, do you see the trouble signs? Aye, lifes a bitch, and I'm cuffing mines My dough in flipmode, what up to Busta Rhymes I used to never see green, I was colorblind Now I get my hustle on Pay dues like a hair salon My way like a Usher song Higher power where these verses from You niggas hoes, put your purses on Church, get your worship on Born alone, work alone, die alone Hot fire like Dylan Bitches get their dial on Fake niggas get dial tones I ain't no Viacom nigga I'm a fire arm, nigga Look how I alarm niggas Watch my dope pile on 'Til it's like a mile long Niggas couldn't fill my shoes Couldn't even try 'em on Showed your lil' ass look That's how you take it Two-facing niggas, couldn't tie my shoe laces, boy! You might also like[Verse 2] That was the warm up, this is the blow up Now if you ain't talking no bread boy, ain't no need to show up Man they say I'm repping the Ville too much, but fuck it, so what? When my niggas carrying toys like they don't wanna grow up When my sisters drinking like fishes and won't even throw up Let's po' up, get to' up, know the police gon' show up I slow up Some niggas ain't got no luck Some niggas can't get no love Some of 'em can't get no bucks So tell me what do a nigga do if he can't get a job? My brother got him an interview, but he can't get a ride What's up God? No this ain't no Wu-Tang shit This is my lil' fire drill, just some routine shit Just to shoot fiends with And hold 'em off a lil' longer Every verse I write I swear I'm only getting stronger Can you ponder? Imagine what my shit gon' sound like If I told you that The Warm Up was just a sound bite Damn right, believe I put it down right And I'll be sure to tell you lil' niggas what that crown like I showed you love, I brought you through I gave you pounds right? Aye, in my face, you knew your place And so you smile right? So why I'm here, and now you talking like a little girl? You sound like Whitley, nigga Me? I'm from a different world Your shit is garbage If I drop you, I'm a litterbug Busy getting money I ain't fucking with that Twitter, girl Fuck what they say, wishing me harm and sorrow They here today, bet they be gone tomorrow They catching Z's on me, aye we gon' call 'em Zorro I'll let you sleep today, but it's on tomorrow Yeah, I said it's on tomorrow I'm coming for the game And I ain't talking loan or borrow Pray for the days I get cash, checks and never weary This the last stretch, I'm a half step from legendary1

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I Get It In

50 Cent

[Intro] Yeah, Na na na na Yeah, Na na na na [Hook 1] Now me I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of Moët, bottles of the Rosé Feel a little buzz, then I'm getting it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in [Verse 1] Look as soon as I step in the club I swear my nigga, you can feel the attention shift Started around twelve ended up around two I better leave with more hoes than I came here with I can't be responsible for what I say or I do When I talk intoxicated Shorty say I told her I love her I put her out the next morning saying bitch I must have been faded I don't know what you heard about me but the word about me That I'm no trick, I'm no sucker, I'm no chump I be in the VIP, with my niggas round me Saying y'all can have whatever you want See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Hook 2] Me I get it in Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink [Verse 2] I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so I go hard when it's time to play Shorty get to dropping it low, like the dancers do In the Go-Go in front of me She know I like to see her dance, she get to breaking it down We get the bouncing outta control Because I got a hell of a flow, we got paper to blow My whole clique pop bottles galore It's no secret the hood done peeped it When we come through son, we look like bread My '89 grind, make my old nine shine Like we been moving bricks round this bitch for years I say I get it in it's because I get it in Now shorty there a eight but her friend near a ten I feeling a spend my G, she fuck with me I'm into win I'm cooler than her ma then we do this shit again [Hook 2] Me I get it in Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink [Hook 1] Na na na na, Now me I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of mo' play, bottles of the rose Feel a little buzz, then I'm getting it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in

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Teach Me How to Dougie

Cali Swag District

[Intro: Smoove] Ay, ay Teach me how to Dougie, ay [Verse 1: Smoove] They be like "Smoove (What?) can you teach me how to Dougie?" You know why? Cause all the bitches love me (Ay) All I need is a beat that's super-bumpin' And for you, you, and you to back it up and dump it (Get it) Put your arms out front, lean side-to-side (Yeah) They gonna be on you when they see you hit that Dougie right Ain't nobody fuckin' with my bro from Morningside He go by Bubba and he hit that dance like thunder (Okay) I ain't from Dallas but I D-Town boogie I show my moves off now everybody tryna do me (Jockin') I leave the functions and all the ladies tryna screw me (On me) Now you just do you and I'ma do me (All day) Niggas love to hate so they try to shoot me Bitches be stuck to me, I think they try to glue me I make the party shine bright when it started gloomin' This beat was bubblegum, so I had to chew it [Chorus: Smoove] Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie All my bitches love me, all my, all my bitches love me All my bitches love me, you ain't fuckin' with my Dougie Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie All my bitches love me, all my, all my bitches love me All my bitches love me, you ain't fuckin' with my Dougie You might also like[Verse 2: Yung] The name is Yung (Yup) for them dudes who don't know me I know I'm from the West but I can teach you how to Dougie I step up in the club and all these bitches bug me On a nigga dancin', none of 'em know me I hear the squad screamin' like, "Ay, get it, brodie" So I'm move my shoulders and I take it real low They like "How he do that? He can Dougie on the floor" And when that nigga stop, they like "Dougie some more" I'm like "A nigga kinda tired" then I pass it to the bro M-Bone, show these cats how to do that Down South dance that we learned a lil' too fast And brought it to the hood and, got the whole crew ass [Chorus: Smoove] Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie All my bitches love me, all my, all my bitches love me All my bitches love me, you ain't fuckin' with my Dougie Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie All my bitches love me, all my, all my bitches love me All my bitches love me, you ain't fuckin' with my Dougie [Verse 3: Jay Are] Back of the party, I don't really like to boogie I'm just tryna get bent and meet a thick redbone (Hm) She do her Dougie and all them bitches hatin' But I'm 'bout to escape with a bitch and head home (Fuck it) She got her friend so it's a two man and I wanna run it even if her legs long She like "You hubby", I think she love me But I change the subject and I do my Dougie (Ha!) Cause I don't give a fuck, blow trees, get money Me, Smoove, Heff in the back with Playboy bunnies We gon' make em do the Dougie in the middle of the bed And when I asked for some head, this bitch looked at me funny Dawg! Bitch you can't tell me nothin' Starr made the beat and I just took it out the oven I just see the Dougie when everybody clubbin' And I hate skinny jeans cause the burner keep rubbin' [Chorus: Smoove] Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie All my bitches love me, all my, all my bitches love me All my bitches love me, you ain't fuckin' with my Dougie Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie Teach me how to Dougie, teach me, teach me how to Dougie All my bitches love me, all my, all my bitches love me All my bitches love me, you ain't fuckin' with my Dougie [Outro: Smoove] All my bitches love me, all my, all my bitches love me All my bitches love me, all my, all my bitches love me All my bitches love me, all my, all my bitches love me All my bitches love me, you ain't fuckin' with my Dougie20

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Shoot Me Down

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Open up your hearts, people Page one, chapter one, verse motherfucking one Yeah, uh-huh I'm drinking hot tea, bitch Feel me [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, now if you let me, you won't regret me Shit, if you let me, you won't forget me Remember? And if you don't then ponder Hold up, bow! bow! there's a reminder I ain't kinda hot, I'm sauna I sweat money, and the bank is my shower Haha, and that pistol is my towel Haha, so stop sweating me, coward And I would die for ours Ride for hours, supply the flowers This is history in the making Now shut the fuck up and let me make it [Chorus: D. Smith & Lil Wayne] Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying I'm flying, I'm higher Please don't shoot me down 'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher I swear this tea is at a real good temperature right now So am I, yeah, yeah You might also like[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I spit Alcatraz bars, I know And D-boys is the only Alphabet Boys I know Got a .380 on my waist and Rambo back home No more bandana 'round my dome, bandana in my right pocket Bitch, I'm grown, fuck what you on Now, watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne And if I jump, I'ma fly and look into the eagle's eye And see, I am nothing like you, why? Bitch, see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me And if you shootin' for the stars, then just shoot me But your bullets don't reach Mars Paws, claws, because I'm a beast, I'm a dog I'll get you, my picture should be in the dictionary Next to the definition of "Definition" Because repetition is the father of learnin' And son, I know your barrel burnin', but— [Chorus: D. Smith] Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying I'm flying, I'm higher Please don't shoot me down 'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher Ayy, I'ma talk to my daddy [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Papa, I did it to 'em! I'm a bastard! And I'ma do it again, like "nigga" backwards These niggas backwards, but they behind us Now, watch me get high, like, time's up Nah, D., bring the drums back And watch me hit 'em where they lungs at, like that I get respect 'cause if I don't, I'ma take it I see your boys hating, and I see your girls naked Drum, sound like a naked gun, switch clips with my thumb Then, I pop another clip in and aim at his vision 'Cause Wayne is his vision, 'cause Wayne is the mission I'm aiming at a mirror [Chorus: D. Smith & Lil Wayne] Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying I'm flying, I'm higher And I've done it before Please don't make me do it no more Please don't shoot me down 'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher Watch me soar Where the fuck is my guitar? Now roar Ohhhhhhhhhh Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying I'm flying, I'm higher23

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Cheese and Dope

Project Pat

[Verse 1] Out here slangin' on this blade prayin' that I don't get cut By these police makin' raids, jumpin' out and checkin' nuts Cuttin' balls down to crumbs, babbage weed is in my lungs Nigga stick me for a bag, I'mma shoot him in his ass I'mma show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get burned Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime Takin' Fed chance after chance, but I got to dance To the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber? Boy I'm gonna start ya with pistol slapped cross mouth Reachin' in ya pockets, and take yo money out Mane you now whats goin', you got cheese, I got dope For da nine-hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke Ain't no credit givin' mane, you could get from 'round here Niggas robbin', niggas bangin', niggas slangin' down here [Chorus] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killas at tha do' Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow What you need bro, is to fuck wit' yo boy [Verse 2] Quarter bird, what's the word? For you dog, it's da low Sellin' me babbage weed but you want the purest snow I'ma go, I'mma pull, me a rabbit out a hat Ounce of cane mixed with sugar and some killas strapped wit' gats Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore ya fuckin' drawes Wit' me boy, yeain't know, 'cause the streets never lies Walk right up on yo ass, shoot right between the eyes You be stankin' with the flies while I'm ridin' on chrome Wit' yo bitch, smokin' dro, fucking all in yo home While ya kissin' on her lips, she be suckin' on my dick Flippy flop on the paint, system booms as I dip Through the streets of the hood, North Memphis Hollywood Represent it to the max, I'm just out here statin' facts Tryin' to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes I'm gon squeeze off some lead for you niggas that are fake You might also like[Chorus] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killas at tha do' Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow What you need bro, is to fuck wit' yo boy I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killas at tha do' Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow What you need bro, is to fuck wit' yo boy [Verse 3] You could duck from the TEC out tha Escalade Once I get my cheese on a roll, then I must get paid If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade But you shall get sliced like a throat with a swisher blade Sippin' on some Paul-ay Masson, like some sweet Kool-aid Strapped with me an automatic gun, don't you violate Nigga said "He'll snitch on me dawg", I didn't hesitate Caught him in the Projects one day, sent him to his grave Playaz wanna come through the hood, but forgot the fear Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here Wrong place, at the wrong time, call it Slipper's Gold Dope fiends keep me up with them and my pockets swole Eyes red as hell, 'cause I ain't had a lick of sleep Snorted a quarter ball, so that I could stay on my feet Treat any bitch just the same as a nigga too If you trustin' hoes in this game, you's a damn fool, boy [Chorus] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killas at tha do' Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow What you need bro, is to fuck wit' yo boy2

Movies

If You Aint From My Hood

Project Pat

[Intro: Project Pat] If-I don't know (If) I don't know [Hook: Project Pat] If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here I don't know them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes, I don't fuck with them hoes I don't know them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes, I don't fuck with them hoes [Verse 1: Project Pat] I know this sucka from the suburbs Cool with this other mothafucka on the outskirts Tried to get Project Pat caught up in the sh-izz-irt Since you niggas hate, then your plan didn't w-izz-ork All in ATL, tattletale to my b-izz-urd Say you saw me with another gal, nah, don't be scared Mane, you might as well throw in your towel, you's a fake thug Face to face, I shoot you in your mouth, 'cause ain't no love Say you from the North Memphis Tenn, but I doubt that Stick our nose in others folks affairs, we ain't 'bout that Weak mothafucka wanna stare when you see me Couldn't wait to snitch, punk bitch, you wanna be me Got to pay some dues, but my shoes too big for ya Don't be out here tryin' to claim my hood, I don't know ya Turn state witness ask if you was a roller Police ass nigga, watch your mouth, I done told ya Weak ass boy! You might also like[Hook: Project Pat] If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here I don't know them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes, I don't fuck with them hoes I don't know them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes, I don't fuck with them hoes [Verse 2: Project Pat] Still out to get paid, down for Lucha Libre Fuck all the bullshit, and he say, she say Those who oppose me, shall get no leeway Lyin' on real niggas end up in gun play Punk mothafucka, you gonna hear this, and feel me Smile in my face, really wanna kill me That's if you had heart to pull the trigger Catch a murder charge? I don't think so, my nigga Weak ass hoes play games like they killers Always runnin' mouth, braggin' on they niggas Cypress Garden, I did not have no dough No fresh clothes, 'cause a playa was real poor I was locked up, 201 wearin' bobo's Playin' dominos, shootin' dice, big ol' afro Now, I'm on the town, and I'm layin' the smack down Nigga, I ain't you, best to check my background [Hook: Project Pat] If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here I don't know them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes, I don't fuck with them hoes I don't know them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes, I don't fuck with them hoes [Verse 3: DJ Paul, Juicy J] Mane, I'm tired of playin' with you boys Think it's time I kill you boys Wanna run and grab them toys You fuckin' 'round with real McCoys Cowboys, they bring the noise Rollin' round in SUV's, DVD's Sayin' "fuck some 20's, I'm lowkey!" Lookin' for y'all cowards 'Cause y'all talkin' out the side of your mouth Knowin' that the Triple 6 is one of the hardest out the South DJ Paul and Juicy J, best producers in the town I've been got that crown, those who ain't down get runned down! (Yeah, better believe that) (Nigga, y'all nigga, J) (Know what I'm sayin', nigga?) (Yeah) [Verse 4: Juicy J] Mane, if one of you bitches wanna step up to the juice Talkin' 'bout that nigga wrong Talkin' 'bout what you gon' do Mane, its on if you rappers wanna bring it to the door To you crosses in my click, I'mma treat you like a ho I'mma tell you like this: If you talkin' in my face, you gon' start a major war Be prepared to hit the floor Every time you see me comin', you be speakin' like we cool I ain't your mothafuckin' nigga, and I ain't no mothafuckin' fool! [Bridge: Juicy J] I ain't stupid at all, nigga I know you thinkin' you real, you know what I'm sayin', nigga? Whatever, whatever y'all niggas want to do, nigga This shit real I keep tellin' you mothafuckas don't salt shake me You know what I'm sayin', nigga? [Hook: Project Pat] If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here I don't know them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes, I don't fuck with them hoes I don't know them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes, I don't fuck with them hoes [Outro: Project Pat] If you ain't from hood I-I-I-I-I don't know them niggas If you ain't from hood I-I-I-I-I don't know them niggas If you ain't from hood I-I-I-I-I don't know them niggas If you ain't from hood I-I-I-I-I don't know them niggas Yeah1

Movies

Got Money

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Lil Wayne & T-Pain] Pl-Pl-Play-N—Play-N—Play-N-Skillz! Yeah, yeah! I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo! Uh-huh!) Right now to the VIP section (Woo, yeah!) You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah!) Yeah Haha, yeah (Uh-huh!) Young (ay-hey) Young, Young, Young, Young Mula baby! [Chorus: T-Pain] If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) Take it out your pocket and show it; then, throw it, like (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!) that-a-way (Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Now, I was bouncing through the club She love the way I Diddy-bop I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop Now, I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked Say, I ain't never been a chicken, but my semi cocked Now, where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out And we so 'bout it-'bout it, now what are you about? DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop "Young Money, Lil Wayne," then the music drop I make it snow, I make it flurry I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes A.K.A Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes—Young Money! You might also like[Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both] If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it; then, throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!) that-a-way (Fly! Yeah) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see (Yeah) Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly! Come on) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly! Come on) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Streets!) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] It go one for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris) Like some clap-on lights in this bitch I'ma be clapping all night in this bitch (Uh-huh) Lights off (Uh-huh), mask on (Uh-huh) Creep silent (Uh-huh), she smiling (Ugh) He mugging—who cares? 'Cause my goons are right here Like it's nothing to a big dog And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains I'm in so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne!" She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne [Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both] If you got money (Yeah, and I'ma let her) and you know it (Yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly! Uh-huh) This-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh), that-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh) This-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh) that-a-way (Yeah) If you getting mugged from everybody you see (Yeah, ugh) Then hang over the wall of the VIP, like— [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Okay, it's young Wayne on them hoes A.K.A Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, like ayy! And everybody say: "Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day?" Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella 'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayy! Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick But you know it ain't trickin' if you got it You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick And I'll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit So Rolex-watch this: I do it, four-five-six My click-clack goes the black four-fifth And just like it, I'll blow that shit 'Cause, bitch, I'm the bomb, like "Tick, tick," biatch! [Chorus: T-Pain] If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way [Bridge: Lil Wayne] Yeah, it's young Wayne on them hoes AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes Make a stripper fall in love: T-Pain on them hoes, uh-huh [Outro: Lil Wayne] Um... Young Mula, baby17

Hip-HopRap

DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love

Usher

[Intro: Usher] Usher, Usher, Usher Yeah, man [Verse 1: Usher] So we back in the club With our bodies rockin' from Side to side, side-side to side, uh Thank God the week is done I feel like a zombie Gone back to life, back-back to life [Pre-Chorus: Usher] Hands up, uh Yeah, suddenly, we all got our hands up, uh No control of my body Ain't I seen you before? I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes Eyes, eye-eyes [Chorus: Usher] 'Cause baby, tonight The DJ got us falling in love again (Love again) Yeah, baby, tonight The DJ got us falling in love again (L-love again-gain) So dance, dance like it's the last, last night Of your life, life, gon' get you right 'Cause baby, tonight The DJ got us falling in love again (L-love again-gain) See Usher LiveGet tickets as low as $188You might also like[Verse 2: Usher] Keep downin' drinks like there's no tomorrow There's just right, now, now, now Now, now, now, now Gon' set the roof on fire Gonna burn this motherf***** down, down, down Down, down, down, down (Come on) [Pre-Chorus: Usher] Hands up, uh When the music drops, we both put our hands up Put your hands on my body Swear I've seen you before I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes Eyes, eye-eyes [Chorus: Usher & Pitbull] 'Cause baby, tonight The DJ got us falling in love again (Love again) Yeah, baby, tonight The DJ got us falling in love again (L-love again-gain, oh yeah) So dance, dance like it's the last, last night Of your life, life, gon' get you right 'Cause baby, tonight The DJ got us falling in love again (L-love again-gain Usher, don't lie! haha, ohh) [Verse 3: Pitbull] Hear no evil, I speak no evil, I see no evil Get it, baby, hope you catch that like T.O That's how we roll My life is a movie and you just TiVo, ha Mami got me twisted like a dreadlock She don't wrestle, but I got her in a headlock Yabba-dabba-doo, make her bed rock Mami on fire, pshh, red hot Bada bing, bada boom Mr. Worldwide as I step in the room I'm a hustler, baby, but that you knew And tonight it's just me and you, dale [Chorus: Usher & Pitbull] 'Cause baby, tonight The DJ got us falling in love again (Mr. Worldwide, yeah, yeah, let's take over the world, haha) Yeah, baby, tonight (Hahahaha, yeah man) The DJ got us falling in love, falling in love, o-oh (Dale) (Let go) So dance, dance like it's the last, last night Of your life, life, gon' get you right (Woo!) (Come on, come on) 'Cause baby, tonight The DJ got us falling in love again Yeah (Love again) Yeah, baby, tonight (Yeah, somebody get the DJ's up, somebody get the DJ's up) The DJ got us falling in love again (L-love again-gain) (Somebody get the hands up, get the hands up, get your hands up, aw, come on) So dance, dance like it's the last, last night Of your life, life, Gon' get you right 'Cause baby, tonight The DJ got us falling in love again (L-love again-gain) [Outro: Usher & Pitbull] Hahaha... Yeah Thank you, DJ, haha32

Pop

Hallelujah

Leonard Cohen

[Verse 1] Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do ya? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing "Hallelujah" [Chorus] Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah [Verse 2] Your faith was strong, but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya She tied you to a kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah [Chorus] Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah [Verse 3] You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well, really, what's it to ya? There's a blaze of light in every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah You might also like[Chorus] Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah [Verse 4] I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool ya And even though it all went wrong I'll stand before the lord of song With nothing on my tongue but hallelujah [Chorus] Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah [Outro] Hallelujah, Hallelujah ] Baby, I've been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you And I've seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah ] There was a time you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show it to me, do you? And remember when I moved in you The holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah ] Maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah83

Folk-Rock

Magic

B.o.B

[Intro: B.o.B] Hi, my name is B.o.B, and I approve this message [Hook: Rivers Cuomo] I got the magic in me Every time I touch that track it turns into gold Everybody knows I got the magic in me When I hit the floor, the girls come snappin' at me Now everybody wants some presto magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic Ahooooooo, I got the magic in me [Verse 1: B.o.B] These tricks that I'll attempt will blow your mind Pick a verse, any verse, I'll hypnotize you with every line (Ah!) I'll need a volunteer, how about you, with the eyes? (Right there) Come on down to the front and stand right here and don't be shy (Bobby) I'll have you time travellin', have your mind babblin' People tryin' to inherit the skill, so they askin' me Even David Blaine had to go and take some classes and I see Mindfreak like "What's up man, what's happenin'?" (Mindfreak!) So come one, come all, and see the show tonight (Ha) Prepare to be astounded, no ghost or poltergeist You know I'm no Pinocchio, I never told a lie So call me Mr. Magic Man, I float on Cloud 9, haha You might also like[Hook: Rivers Cuomo & B.o.B] I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby) Every time I touch that track it turns into gold (Yes, it turns to gold) Everybody knows I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby) When I hit the floor, the girls come snappin' at me (They be snappin', baby) Now everybody wants some presto magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic Ahooooooo, I got the magic in me [Verse 2: B.o.B] We'll take a journey into my mind, you'll see why it's venom I rhyme Stay on the road, so I call my mama when I got time I hit the stage, go insane, then jump into that crowd (Ah) See, see, when I rhyme, I flow on the beat like pitta-da-da See, I deceive ya with my intergalactic ether (Yeah) I sing just like Aretha, so respect me like I'm Caesar I kick it like Adidas, flowin' sticky like adhesive Be cautious, 'cause what I be on'll leave ya with amnesia I break all the rules like Evel Knievel (Yeah!) It's a spectacular show, 'cause my heart pumps diesel So whatever you sayin', it don't entertain my ego I do this everyday, Hocus Pocus is my steelo [Hook: Rivers Cuomo & B.o.B] I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby) Every time I touch that track it turns into gold (Yes, it turns to gold) Everybody knows I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby) When I hit the floor, the girls come snappin' at me (They be snappin', baby) Now everybody wants some presto magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic Ahooooooo, I got the magic in me [Outro: B.o.B, B.o.b & Rivers Cuomo] Ayy, that, that, I got that Ayy, I got the magic in me Ah-ha-ha I, I, I, I, I got the magic in me29

Hip-HopRap

When I’m Gone

Eminem

[Intro] Yeah, it's my life In my own words, I guess [Verse 1] Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for When they know they're your heart and you know you are their armor And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her But what happens when karma turns right around to bite you? And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you? What happens when you become the main source of her pain? "Daddy, look what I made!" "Dad's gotta go catch a plane" "Daddy, where's Mommy? I can't find Mommy, where is she?" "I don't know, go play, Hailie, baby, your daddy's busy Daddy's writin' a song, this song ain't gon' write itself I'll give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourself" Then turn right around on that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother who's a spitting image of her That's Slim Shady, yeah, baby, Slim Shady's crazy Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rock-a-bye baby, ha [Chorus] And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel my pain, just smile back You might also like[Verse 2] I keep havin' this dream, I'm pushin' Hailie on the swing She keeps screamin' she don't want me to sing "You're makin' Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy cryin'?" "Baby, Daddy ain't leavin' no more" "Daddy, you're lyin'! You always say that, you always say this is the last time But you ain't leavin' no more, Daddy, you're mine!" She's pilin' boxes in front of the door, tryna block it "Daddy, please! Daddy, don't leave! Daddy, no, stop it!" Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket It's got a picture, "This'll keep you safe, Daddy, take it wit' ya!" I look up, it's just me standin' in the mirror These fuckin' walls must be talkin' 'cause, man, I can hear 'em They're sayin', "You got one more chance to do right and it's tonight Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em 'fore it's too late." And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door It turns to a stage, they're gone and the spotlight is on and I'm singin' [Chorus] And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel my pain, just smile back [Verse 3] Sixty-thousand people all jumpin' out their seat The curtain closes, they're throwin' roses at my feet I take a bow and "Thank you all for comin' out" They're screamin' so loud, I take one last look at the crowd I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seein' "Daddy, it's me! Help Mommy, her wrists are bleedin'!" "But baby, we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?" "I followed you, Daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin' You lied to me, Dad, and now you made Mommy sad And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad' That's all I wanted, I just wanna give you this coin I get the point, fine, me and Mommy are goin'." "But baby, wait!" – "It's too late, Dad, you made the choice Now go up there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us That's what they want, they want you, Marshall, they keep Screamin' your name, it's no wonder you can't go to sleep Just take another pill, yeah, I bet you you will You rap about it, yeah, word, keep it real." I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see How could it be that the curtain is closin' on me? I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it Put it to my brain, scream, "Die, Shady!" and pop it The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was Supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin', there's birds singin' It's spring and Hailie's outside swingin' I walk right up to Kim and kiss her, tell her I miss her Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister, almost as if to say [Chorus] And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel my pain, just smile back *Curtains closing*344

Rap

Welcome to Paradise

Green Day

[Verse 1] Dear mother, can you hear me whining? It's been three whole weeks since that I have left your home This sudden fear has left me tremblin' 'Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own And I'm feeling so alone [Chorus] Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes Some call it slums, some call it nice I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise [Verse 2] A gunshot rings out at the station Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own It makes me wonder why I'm still here For some strange reason it's now feeling like my home And I'm never gonna go [Chorus] Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes Some call it slums, some call it nice I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise See Green Day LiveGet tickets as low as $110You might also like[Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Dear mother, can you hear me laughing? It's been six whole months since that I have left your home It makes me wonder why I'm still here For some strange reason it's now feeling like my home And I'm never gonna go [Chorus] Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes Some call it slums, some call it nice I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise [Outro] Oh, paradise19

Punk

1997

DOM KENNEDY

[Verse 1] I be that nigga always wearing something clean for the groupies Looking like Caine but nah this is a not a movie Cell phones up, tell them girls to shoot me All I hear is "yea bitch that's Dom can you excuse me" Leimert Park legend, I used to bump that Snoopy Had some iceberg and I used to want that Coogi Back in 97 man my uncle wore the Gucci And he rocked Polo, and he wore the Stussy I am no marine but these niggas do salute me Catch me on Pico, I am like the Lucy's Give it to em raw, I am like the sushi I hate how rappers use the term "fresh" so loosely Bad ass nigga, I am like Boosie But that just might have went over yo head like a kufi If I was a DJ, I would be Brucie Or any of them niggas Biggie shouted out on "Juicy" Sometime I get chose, but you can say I'm choosy And if you want to keep her then you should not introduce me 25th hour, that was introducing Roll wit the winners girl cause I ain't into losing Talking Crenshaw king, that's what we be cruising Get my point across, so I never have to prove it Squab wit a nigga, I ain't into shootin This is not the army but them niggas is recruiting Hardwood floors, but we don't be hooping When them boxes touch touch down, then we gon' move it Maybe out to Compton, just like St. Louis Sugar 16's, nigga watch how I do this yeah I studied this game I'm a student, but now everyday they call my name and I be truant UCLA, I'm a bruin And all them plans you made, I'm a ruin Your whole rap career, it is ruined And everybody say "damn Dom you shouldn't do it" I'm the number one pick, that's Ewing No one said I would make it, but somehow I always knew it And I'm running this game, that's stupid I write like Eric, yeah that's ruthless These hoes so Ashanti, that's foolish I'm good on the track, Carl Lewis All these rap critics always asking for some new shit Tell em go buy it and they never do shit I fuck with FutureStreet, but dawg this my new shit You say I'm bout to really B-L-O-W shit You might also like[Hook x2] In 1997, I wrote my first rhyme "I wanna marry you" is what I told my first dime Had my first drink, rolled my first dime And I knew I was that nigga for the very first time [Outro] Said and I ain't never left, I tell em I ain't never left Just tell em I ain't never left, tell em I ain't never left7

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Bone, Bone, Bone

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

[Krayzie] Who be the niggas that's sneakin' the pistol up in the party? Drink that 1-5-1 Barcardi? Drunk and finna fuck up somebody? (Bone Thugs) Keepin' it realer than real in the field Niggas that's packin' that steel Who be the niggas that sold over 30 million strong? (million strong) (Bone Thugs) Who was dem niggas in black? Who was dem niggas wit straps? Who was dem niggas that's bustin' back at the got damn law? (At the got damn law) (Bone Thugs) Who was dem niggas that Crept On Ah Come Up & did it Eazy? Who was dem niggas that didn't get of they thang leadin' Cleveland? (Bone Thugs) Smokin' the weed or the fever,the reefa That keep 'em a pot of that sweetest cheeba Nigga yo y'all know who that is (Bone Thugs) Dem niggas that sing, dem niggas that rap They got everybody tryna do that Fuck recognizing nigga, they better respect, who, who, who? (Bone Thugs) I done told these niggas that Bone is the shit So keep on rollin ya spliff, and smoke a blunt to this shit (Bone Thugs) [Layzie] Who was the nigga that thugged in the streets? Number one on the charts? And who was the nigga that's pullin' ya card? And nigga show that we had nothin' but heart (Bone Thugs) And who be the nigga that come to my side when it's about murder? My niggas, my niggas will hurt ya You better believe it, when we comin' to serve ya (Bone Thugs) We be dem niggas fo' life, we tighter than tight, doing what we like And who was the nigga that told ya to get down for your rights? (Bone Thugs) Now who be the niggas that step in the club makin' everythang pause? So fresh, so clean, no flaws. Who be the rawest clique you done saw? (Bone Thugs) Damn right we keep it original out of da door Hit him up quick wit' the flip flop flow Then we introduce you to Mo (Bone Thugs) Dem niggas that reignin' supreme Hustled to conquer our drea m (dream) Forever untouchable team What nigga be out here gettin' this green? (Bone Thugs) Blowin' green, rollin' the hood, Glock cocked on safety And who be the niggas that knew you was fake? But sayin away from y'all lately (Bone Thugs) Lil Layzie just be da nigga statin' da facts And you can put this on Stack Because muthafucka we back (Bone Thugs) See Bone Thugs-N-Harmony LiveGet tickets as low as $44You might also like[Hook: repeat 4X] Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone [Wish] Who be the niggas that thug in the back of the club? Ready to scrap, nigga buck, nigga what Who be the niggas that check ya, disrespect ya? (Bone Thugs) Who be the niggas that wanna maintain? And do them thug thangs? But if disrespected who gon let it bang? (Bone Thugs) Who was the niggas we rushed? Who was dem niggas that talk about us? Who was the nigga that say that the thugsta mentality? Better him than us Bone Thugs finally let loose Total control who's business is it anyway (Bone Thugs) Gotta life Better leave it alone Been supresssed too long Now that we out on our own Ya gotta see the free Bone (Bone Thugs) Who be the niggas that come in anybody hood and straight kick it? Who be the niggas that always got the weed, the drink, and dyme bitches? (Bone Thugs) I'm tired of hearin' "What happened to us?" "When will we hear a Bone bust?" Who be the niggas that's bringin' that thuggish ruggish no matter what? (Bone Thugs) Believe we nothin' but truth What would the game do? Without you know who? Niggas that say and do What they want to (Bone Thugs) [Bizzy] This rap game terror Money, murda mo, and all that good shit Scandalous niggas, respect this (Bone Thugs) Ask about my....20 inch deep dish rims Son of a chicken, it ain't no friends When it come to the end And I'mma say word to gangstas Real killas wit money to burn Sayin' we a lost cause, foster kids-preach the world (Bone Thugs) Thank god that I had a father I'm pushed in that cocoa with my sister When I was 14 Like cancer victims (Bone Thugs) Uh huh Cause haters they get quarantined Women they comin' with sorcery I'm livin' wit' curses, smokin' weed (Bone Thugs) Burn me Don't bury me Hurry before my mama come see me Somebody call Johnny Cochran Some niggas they wanna be Biggie Some niggas they wanna be 'Pac But I just wanna be Bizzy As soon as they hear me, they spit me Like Richard Simmi Don't run away, where's your nuts at It's the original hydro smokers, somebody bust that Trust that, what's packin' (Bone Thugs) [Hook]3

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Rainbow in the Dark

Das Racist

[Verse 1: Kool A.D. & Heems] I’m at the White Castle (I don't see you here, dog!) Tiny-ass hamburgers, tiny-ass cheeseburgers Tiny-ass chicken sandwiches, it’s outlandish, kid Ma trying to speak to the kid in Spanish, kid Like, “¿Qué tu quieres?” I’m like, “Where is the bathroom? I hella gotta piss, where’s the bathroom?” Ask whom the bell tolls for Ayo, where they get this place from—the hellhole store? [Verse 2: Heems] Yo, I’m in the building, building with Belding Ask for whom the bell rings: DR Something like a neo-rap Zack Attack Finna spark an L and have myself a Big Mac Attack Known to rock the flyest shit and eat the best pizza Charge that shit to Mastercard, already owe Visa Catch me drinking lean in Italy like I was Pisa We could eat the flyest cave-aged cheese for sheez, ma [Verse 3: Kool A.D.] Yeah, we could eat Gruyère As if we care, we could eat Broquefort Or we could just kick it like Rockports In the periphery of Little Sicily Little did she know I’m tickling boo, she so giggly Catch me solving mysteries like Wikipedia Brown It’s the future, get down We make a sound even if nobody’s around You might also like[Verse 4: Heems] Like a tree or the tears of a clown Yo, I’m afraid of clowns, I’m afraid of small towns Positive energy, it's something like I’m afraid of all frowns Catch me at the crib getting light to Jeff Mangum It’s fun to do bad things, like rhyme about handguns If any problem pop off I’ll Joe Pesci any fool while drinking that Popov That’s 'cause I’m a Goodfella Stay up out the hood hella much now But punch clowns if they touch down While I’m eating lunch now While I’m eating a burger Metaphysical spiritual lyrical murder [Verse 5: Kool A.D.] The ill, ’96 manifestable third eye Abstract backpack vegan skateboards, et cetera Rap hella much in a busted-ass Jetta with Coretta Scott K—King Rap bridge on a duet with T-Pain and Stephen Hawking I’m not joking, stop jocking, stop talking, shut up, hush up Please, shut the fuck up, shut up, dude, shut up Das Racist is the new Kool G. Rap Peep us at the Grammies, we’d like to thank Gchat We’d like to thank weed rap The best rapper is B Real Jokes, it’s us, come on, be real Second Latin rapper to like the Beatles But on the real, they swearing I’m blacker than Cheadle Like Don King playing Donkey Kong Country at his cousin’s house You don’t even know what it’s about [Verse 6: Heems] This is panic attack rap, eating four flapjacks Trap raps, let 'em free, they always come back to me The Internet told me that that’s called love I’m on the Internet, 'cause I’m an Internet thug Himanshu, yes, I’m in control, man Pos' vibe emanator, yes, I got my soul tan Soul shine, Soul Glo, so-so, Po-Mo Catch me on the South Side, kicking it with Shlohmo [Verse 7: Kool A.D.] Kicking it with Gary Soto All the cholos saying “Mira el joto” Just because I rock the secondhand Versace Wash me, watch me The second hand couldn’t even clock me You couldn’t see me like a Cuban playing hockey Cracker in the chocolate, that’s human Pocky Papa look stocky, Mama look chalky Me, I look a lil' something like a young Shock G Words come through me like I was a walkie-talkie All I do is open up my mouth and just rock, see You, you are not me, me, I am possibly Everything plus everything that is not me Jokes, that is not T-R-U-E Are you understanding everything? Do you got me? Catch me in the trees where it’s shady like Lockheed Martin Sparking in the shade of the trees in the park, B Hark! the angels stay singing in the dark Like the rainbow in the Ronnie James Dio joint Hit it from the backcourt, like it was a three-point I don’t give a fuck, I’m a duck to a decoy No trust them white-face man like Geronimo Tried to go to Amsterdam, they threw us in Guantanamo5

Hip-Hop

The Glory

Kanye West

[Intro: Kanye West & Laura Nyro] In my soul Gonna take you to the glory Goal, in my mind I can't study war, yeah my I can't study war, yeah my I can't study war, yeah my I can't study war, yeah my [Chorus: Kanye West & Choir] Now where the South Side? I can't study no, yeah my I can't study no, yeah my Now where the West Side? I can't study no, yeah my I can't study no, yeah my [Verse 1: Kanye West] Can I talk my shit again? Even if I don't hit again? Dog, are you fucking kidding? My hat, my shoes, my coat, Louis Vuitton stitch With Donatella Versace, that's Louis Vuitton, bitch I think Hennessy, I drink, I'm gone Off that Bacardí Limon and Corona, I'm zonin' Class back in session so I upped it a grade In two years, Dwayne Wayne became Dwyane Wade And hey, please don't start me I'm like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles Barkley I'm pop the Barkers, I'm hood the Parkers While y'all was in limbo, I raised the bar up I touched on everything Married to the game, rock a chain 'steada wedding ring Y'all bridesmaids catch the garter On nights when 'Ye romance, cameras flash so much That I gotta do that Yayo dance I'm on a world tour with Common, my man After each and every show, a couple dykes in the van It's easy, the hood love to listen to Jeezy and Weezy And, oh yeah, Yeezy, I did it for the glory You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & Choir] Yeah my I can't study no, yeah my I can't study no, yeah my The glory I can't study no, yeah my I can't study no, yeah my I did it for the glory I can't study no, yeah my I can't study no, yeah my The glory I can't study no, yeah my I can't study no, yeah my [Verse 2: Kanye West] What I'm supposed to do now? Man, the game all messed up How I'm suppose to stand out when everybody get dressed up? So, yeah, at the Grammys I went ultra Travolta Yeah, that tuxedo might have been a little guido But with my ego, I can stand there in a Speedo And be looked at like a fucking hero The glory, the story, the chain, the polo, the night The grind, the empty bottles of No-Doz Tank on empty, whipping my momma Volvo I spent that gas money on clothes with logos The fur is Hermes, shit that you don't floss The Goyard so hard, man, I'm Hugo's boss Why I gotta ask what that TUDOR cost? House on the hill, two doors from Tracee Ross And I'm asking 'bout her girlfriends, yeah, the dark skin'ed ones She asking 'bout the speed boats, yeah, I admit we rented 'em When you meet me in person, what do you feel like? I know, I know, I look better in real life I hear people compare themselves to big a lot You know, B.I.G. and Pac, you know to get it hot I guess after I live, I wanna be compared to B.I.G Any one: Big Pun, Big L or Notorious 'Till then, get money and stunt and stay glorious And I'm gonna stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit Yeah, I'ma stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit, uh These haters be killing themselves, they wanna come and get the glory [Chorus: Kanye West & Choir] Yeah my I can't study no, yeah my I can't study no, yeah my The glory I can't study no, yeah my I can't study no, yeah my Now where the South Side? I can't study no, yeah my I can't study no, yeah my Now where the West Side? I can't study no, yeah my I can't study no, yeah my [Outro: Laura Nyro] I can't study war, yeah my I can't study war, yeah my I can't study war, yeah my I can't study war, yeah my37

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Prom Queen

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I loved her fancy underwear I sit behind her every year Waiting for the chance to get to tell her I'm the one she should be with, oh She's popular with all the guys So innocent in my eyes I can see her in my life She would'a had the world if she were mine But see, she had other plans, I couldn't understand Her and her stupid friends, Varsity's biggest fans Never forget the day she laughed and walked away And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all [Chorus: Lil Wayne] She had it all figured out When she left me with a broken heart Fucked around and turned me down 'Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen, the prom queen Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door See, you never know how How everything can turn around You might also like[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh, they loved her fancy underwear Every boyfriend, every year She tried to keep them entertained When they can hardly remember her name, ah She did everything she could Just to make them laugh and treat her good She finds herself alone Askin' herself, where did she go wrong She didn't realize she chased the type of guys That don't believe in ties, tryin' to apologize Never forget the day she left and walked away And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all [Chorus: Lil Wayne] She had it all figured out When she left me with a broken heart Fucked around and turned me down 'Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen, the prom queen Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door See, you never know how How everything can turn around [Bridge: Lil Wayne] Yeah Yeah Oh Uh Uh [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Shanell] She had it all figured out When she left me with a broken heart Fucked around and turned me down 'Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen, the prom queen Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door See, you never know how How everything can turn around14

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Yes

Lil Wayne

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams & Chuck D] You can catch me ridin' down on the fuckin' Verrazano Ass out just like Diallo, Diablo Hi-Ho Silver, call that motherfucker "Tonto" Leave a smoke trail back in Jersey in my condo You can run up like you're Rambo But you better hit me, nigga, if you know what I know 'Cause I got some super-size guys that'll hit you with a combo Pronto, you won't see the morning, like Alonzo (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Camo shorts, no socks, with the red Bapes Walk into my closet, fuck around and get a headache Fuck you so good, shawty, you gonna need a bed break Red Viper slither through the streets like a red snake Red diamonds in my chain looking like a red snake Fuck with me wrong, man, you gon' need some yellow tape All them awards, Wayne—do you need a medal case? [Bridge: Lil Wayne & Chuck D] (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) Hahaha, ugh [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Chuck D] You got that mean-mug grill, that red in your eyes That Ace of Spades, baby, talking big-boy size Get a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh They say, "Man, it's like that?" Say, "Yes nigga, yes nigga, yes" Your money and your girls, chilling in the VIP Stop for a second, and gyrate them hips Get a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh If they say, "Man, it's like that?" (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) Say "Yes, nigga, yes, nigga, yes" You might also like[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yes, I make money, I'm a paper machine And you can catch me in the newest, not the latest machine "Now, Weezy, why you drive so fast?" Because I'm chasin' a dream And when I catch that motherfucker, I'ma rape it and leave Yeah, it's Young Tunechi, now give me some pussy I ain't gotta paper-chase, 'cause my paper come to me I know money look good, bitch, I knew that why you looking, huh? [Bridge: Lil Wayne & Chuck D] (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) Hehe! Errr! [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's YM, ho Love that shit so much, I went and iced out the symbol All my niggas scaring you, all your niggas scarier Scarier than a cat in a cage with a terrier Pet cemetery—Wayne, are you the veterinarian? [Bridge: Lil Wayne & Chuck D] (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) What? Hahaha [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Chuck D] You got that mean-mug grill, that red in your eyes That Ace of Spades baby, talkin' big-boy size Get a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh They say, "Man, it's like that?" Say "Yes, nigga, yes, nigga, yes" Your money and your girls, chillin' in the VIP Stop for a second and gyrate them hips Get a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh If they say, "Man it's like that?" (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) Say "Yes nigga, yes nigga, yes" [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Yes, I do it big, call me "Little Astronomical" Weezy F. Baby, and the "F." is for "phenomenal" Type of nigga go and get his hood 'cross his abdominal You could check my watch—I been rich a long time ago I'm so tired of balling, man, I sleep all night Bedsheets so nice, bedbugs don't bite I ask her, "Do she wanna fuck?" Before I ask twice, she say— [Bridge: Lil Wayne & Chuck D] (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) Hahahahaha, ugh [Verse 6: Lil Wayne] Yes, I am a beast, I swear, I needs to be tranquilized Yes, I am a giant—next to me, you are just ankle-high Yes, I eat that pussy—oh, how do I love that panty pie Keep my hair shampooed, and yes, I keep my hands sanitized New Orleans baller—ask ESPN Just kickin' it with a Bruce Lee-esbian "Do you really think you're better than the rest?" [Bridge: Lil Wayne & Chuck D] (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) Haha, ugh, bitch, I'm the best [Chorus: Pharrell Williams, Lil Wayne & Chuck D] You got that mean-mug grill, that red in your eyes (Yeah) That Ace of Spades baby, talking big-boy size (Yeah) Get a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh They say, "Man, it's like that?" (That) Say "Yes, nigga, yes nigga, yes" (Yes) Your money and your girls, chillin' in the VIP (Yes, yes) Stop for a second and gyrate them hips (Ye-e-eah) Get a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh (Hold it like) If they say, "Man, it's like that?" (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) Say "Yes nigga, yes nigga, yes" (Yes) [Outro: Lil Wayne] Yes, yes, ye-e-eah, ye-e-eah (Haha, uhh) Young Mula, baby And like I said it that time, I'ma say it again, um Young Mula, baby7

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Swallow It

Brandon Flowers

[Verse 1] Seek out the light between Time and confusion glowing up ahead Instead of slipping through You bit off more, much more than you could chew [Chorus] You could not swallow it No, baby, you're not ready, slow down And take the time to evolve You could not swallow it No, baby, you're not ready, slow down [Verse 2] We had a lot to learn Table manners and grace, how to wait your turn when Time came to clear your slate You had too much, had too much on your plate [Chorus] You could not swallow it No, baby, you're not ready, slow down And take the time to evolve You could not swallow it No, baby, you're not ready, slow down You might also like[Bridge] Take your medicine and crawl before you walk Think it through before you open your mouth to talk Be an advocate of joy Find your little heart's desire and Follow it [Chorus] Whoa, baby, you're not ready, slow down And take the time to evolve You could not swallow it No, baby, you're not ready, slow down Baby, you're not ready You could not swallow it No, baby, you're not ready, slow down And take the time to evolve You could not swallow it No, baby, you're not ready, now, slow down No, no, no, no [Outro] Don't be afraid, this is your year It's gonna be alright, you're a performer Just take your time, but not too much time No, no, no, no

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Crossfire

Brandon Flowers

[Verse 1] There's a still in the street outside your window You're keeping secrets on your pillow Let me inside, no cause for alarm I promise tonight not to do no harm I promise you, baby, I won't do you no harm [Chorus] And we're caught up in the crossfire Of heaven and hell And we're searching for shelter Lay your body down Lay your body down Lay your body down [Verse 2] Watching your dress as you turn down the light I forget all about the storm outside Dark clouds roll their way over town Heartache and pain came a-pouring down Like hail, sleet and rain, yeah They're handing it out [Chorus] And we're caught up in the crossfire Of Heaven and Hell And we're searching for shelter Lay your body down Lay your body down Lay your body down Lay your body down Lay your body down Lay your body down You might also like[Bridge] Tell the devil that he can go back from where he came His fiery arrows drew their bead in vain And when the hardest part is over we'll be here And our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears Boundaries of our fears [Outro] Lay your body down Lay your body down Lay your body down Lay your body down Lay your body down Lay your body down Next to mine7

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Dazed and Confused

Led Zeppelin

[Verse 1] Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true Wanted a woman, never bargained for you Lots of people talk and few of them know Soul of a woman was created below, yeah [Verse 2] You hurt and abuse, telling all of your lies Run 'round, sweet baby, Lord, how they hypnotize Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been Gonna love you, baby, here I come again [Verse 3] Every day I work so hard, bringing home my hard-earned pay Try to love you, baby, but you push me away Don't know where you're going, only know just where you've been Sweet little baby, I want you again [Interlude] Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh... Ahh... Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahh... You might also like[Instrumental Break] Oh, yeah! Alright, alright [Guitar Solo] Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh Oh, don't leave me so confused, yeah Oh, don't leave me so confused, no Oh, baby [Verse 4] Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true Wanted a woman, never bargained for you Take it easy, baby, let them say what they will Tongue wag so much when I send you the bill Oh, yeah, all right [Outro] Oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah32

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The Light

Common

[Produced by J Dilla] [Intro] Yeah, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-d-doo, diggy-doo, yo [Verse 1] I never knew a luh-luh-luh, a love like this Gotta be somethin' for me to write this Queen, I ain't seen you in a minute Wrote this letter, and finally decide to send it Signed, sealed, delivered, for us to grow together Love has no limit, let's spend it slow forever I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you I ain't gon' assault them, ‘cause I probably did it too Because of you, feelings I handle with care Some niggas recognize the light, but they can't handle the glare You know I ain't the type to walk around with matchin' shirts If relationship is effort, I will match your work I want to be the one to make you happiest and hurt you the most They say the end is near, it's important that we close.. to the Most High Regardless of what happen, on Him let's rely [Hook] There are times When you'll need someone I will be by your side There is a light that shines Special for you and me See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Verse 2] It's important we communicate And tune the fate of this union to the right pitch I never call you my bitch, or even my boo There's so much in a name, and so much more in you Few understand the union of woman and man And sex and a tingle is where they assume that it land But that's fly by night, for you in the sky I write For in these cold Chi night's moon, you my light If Heaven had a height, you would be that tall Ghetto to coffee shop, through you I see that all Let's stick to understandin' and we won't fall For better or worse times, I hope to me you call So I pray every day more than anythin' Friends we'll stay as we begin to lay This foundation for a family, love ain't simple Why can't it be anythin' worth havin' you work at annually? Granted we known each other for some time It don't take a whole day to recognize sunshine [Hook] There are times When you'll need someone I will be by your side, oh, darling There is a light that shines Special for you and me [Verse 3] It's kind of fresh you listen to more than hip-hop And I can catch you in the mix from beauty to thrift shop Plus you shit pop when it's time to Thinkin' you fresh, suggestin' beats I should rhyme to At times when I'm lost I try to find you You know to give me space when it's time to My heart's dictionary defines you, it's love and happiness Truthfully it's hard tryin' to practice abstinence The time we committed love, it was real good Had to be for me to arrive and it still feel good I know the sex ain't gon' keep you But as my equal, it's how I must treat you As my reflection in light I'ma lead you And whatever's right I'ma feed you Digga-da, digga-da, digga-da, digga-digga-da-da Yo, I tell you the rest when I see you; peace! [Hook] There are times When you'll need someone I will be by your side There is a light that shines Special for you and me [Outro] I'll take my chances Before they pass Pass me by, oh, darling You need to look at the other side You'll agree46

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In My Lifetime (Remix)

JAY-Z

[Intro] "In my lifetime" "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? [Verse 1: Jay-Z] It's the thought of a ride that make my eyes wide, I'm caught up I'm tryna make all of my dreams materialize, so I sorta Say my goodbyes to the straight and narrow I found a new route, you 'bout to see my life change I make the means justify the ends I make the cream, materialize keys to a Benz And so I'm rollin' For now, holdin' down the fort, who's controllin'? The ground's gotta blow 'em, yep, y'all shoulda told 'em Uhh, my first felony's approachin' Copped my first key, took a freeze, now I'm frozen I bought a black MAC, I'm outta control Losin' bankrolls on blackjack, you gotta know It always crossed my mind That Feds be tappin' the lines like Gregory Hines Still on the phone, discussin' my biz like it could never be mines I know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs and the rights Still my blood flows ice, it's just my life, uh [Chorus] What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] I'm like the bass with the ass, splashin' cold cash The Big Willie get you chilly when I pass, brrrrrr Is it, just a mirage all these girls thankin' God? Is this, world my world? Am I the star of stars? Baby, pimped out, I'm gettin' too large and smokin' cigars All chicks is hollerin' about Jig-ga, the whole city's buzzin' Wasn't checkin' for me a dozen or so, months ago Now I'm all they know, I'm a person (yeah) Lettin' the Cristal's breathe at the Barnacle Bar Under my sleeve, vernacular, 50 G's I'm talkin' big cheese, you gotta be down to dig these (uhh) Uhh, give me a rush like you wouldn't believe My head's about to bust, acceleratin' what drives me Hope I don't gotta die to see, see, I can't lie to me I know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs and the rights Still my blood flows ice, it's just my life [Chorus] What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Uhh, from the beginnin', see, we never seen the endin' Runnin' up in all the women, all the linen, all the jewels, huh We sported Pele's, gold diamonds and Pirelli's Sports cars, the good life'll give you a belly But that's cool, as I zone in the Al Capone, watch me 'Cause the Medusa's head on Versace turned me to stone Now my poems just ain't poems, they bloody when I recite 'em Bones get disconnected like the phones Now, I'm a hardened criminal with game Like the Garden, all my penpals life controlled by the warden Still the thrill makes me blind to the fact I could do real time, I'm a prisoner of my crimes Know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs and the rights Now I'm incarcerated for my life [Chorus] What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime" What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life? "In my lifetime"7

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Paradise City

Guns N’ Roses

[Chorus] Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty (Take me home) Oh, won't you please take me home? Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty (Take me home) Oh, won't you please take me home? [Verse 1] Just an urchin living under the street, I'm a Hard case that's tough to beat I'm your charity case, so buy me something to eat I'll pay you at another time, take it to the end of the line Rags to riches, or so they say, you gotta Keep pushing for the fortune and fame You know it's, it's all a gamble when it's just a game You treat it like a capital crime, everybody's doing the time [Chorus] Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home? Yeah-yeah Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Take me home You might also like[Verse 2] Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber Why I'm here, I can't quite remember The Surgeon General says it's hazardous to breathe I'd have another cigarette But I can't see, tell me who you're gonna believe [Chorus] Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Take me home, yeah-yeah Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home, oh yeah [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] So far–away So far–away So far–away So far–away [Verse 3] Captain America's been torn apart, now He's a court jester with a broken heart He said, "Turn me around and take me back to the start" I must be losing my mind, are you blind? I've seen it all a million times [Chorus] Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Take me home, yeah-yeah Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Take me home, yeah-yeah Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home, home [Outro] I wanna go, I wanna know Oh, won't you please take me home? I wanna see, how good it can be Oh, won't you please take me home? Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty (Take me home) Oh, won't you please take me home? Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home? Take me down (oh yeah), spin me 'round Oh, won't you please take me home? I wanna see, how good it can be Oh, won't you please take me home? I wanna see, how good it can be Oh, take me home? Take me down to the Paradise City Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home? I wanna go, I wanna know Oh, won't you please take me home? Baby35

Rock

Address

Curren$y

[Intro: Curren$y] Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) It's all good, it's already (Yeah) Already understood Ain't nothing Still the same old, that's all Ain't nothin change Fool, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Curren$y] Ugh, nigga, for what? Get down with these suckers when I'm high as fuck And they under us Catch a crook in your neck from trying to watch the Jets Mr. Tokyo Drift, spent yen on a 'Vette Lookin' for your bitch, fool? Take one guess—she caught up in the rapture Waking and baking, Anita greatest hits blastin Pedal-mashing, paper-twisting Scraping-engine, Rad Racer No 3D glasses, just a high-ass rapper—Spitta, nigga In the building? Nah, I'm on the roof, chilling The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with Bottles in the cooler If you don't know how to do it, homie, I'll school you Barrel roll, loop-de-loop, Top Gun maneuvers Making Hot Wheels out of hoopties Holding it down like balloon strings See Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Chorus: Curren$y; Curren$y & Stalley] Ugh, it's all good It ain't gotta be said, it's already understood, ain't nothing Ain't nothing change but the address Fool, ain't nothing change but the address (Yeah, yeah) We still the same mode Niggas switching the scripts, but still playing the same role, and so— (And so—) Ain't nothin' changed but the address (Address) Fool, ain't nothing change (Ain't nothing change) [Verse 2: Stalley & Curren$y] Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long (Yeah, nigga) Tryin' to figure out raps to put up in a song (Yeah, Ski Beatz) Nights long, but the days short Nike shorts, argyle socks, Jordan three's, lounge gear Long beard; you can tell I ain't from round here Obvious, with the occasional glare from the natives Call 'em back, tell my mama I make it Not complacent with the lifestyle Feels good, but it's hard to crack a smile When the ones you came up with not around Roll a joint after picking through the pound Whole perception done changed Funny how a three-hour flight can make your life change Tight things I be thinking on When I'm drifting in and out of herb clouds, hanging on— Every second of the moment So you can feel all the memories I come home with And for those that miss me: I'll be back—don't trip In the 'Maro with the shift kit Oceanside, doors open wide, trying not to be seasick Plotting in the tropics, thinking how I'm gon' run ish' Back in the states when I leave it [Chorus: Curren$y] Ugh, it's all good It ain't gotta be said, it's already understood, ain't nothing Ain't nothing change but the address Fool, ain't nothing change but the address (Yeah, yeah) We still the same mode Niggas switching the scripts, but still playing the same role, and so— (And so—) Ain't nothin' changed but the address (Address) Fool, ain't nothing change (Ain't nothing change) [Outro: Curren$y] Nigga Yeah, SkiBeatz3

Hip-Hop

Work Magic

Lloyd Banks

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride They gon' ride, we all gon' ride I've come from the heart of South Side Holdin' it down for my niggas that died I gotta busy bird on my side Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Baby had tried to steal off the payroll I'll have niggas scrappin' the skin off yo face With the same shit they peel the potatoes I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us The willpower and reflexes of Larry Davis You don't wanna see my block formin' That's a hundred and one doggs And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em We're respected highly Cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby If I bring all my niggas, I'll need an extra lobby As soon as you ain't around jake You get your ass whipped for chips Now that's the real definition of poundcake I got the crown, snake, and you can tell when I'm shopping Cause when the mall stampedin', you feel the ground shake I got a car I only drive on Thursdays I'm a stunna, Banks blows more cake than birthdays You might also like[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear [Verse 2: Young Buck] You know how I gets down, this pound holds six rounds I told ya I'd be back bitch, talk that shit now! You hear that fo'-fif sound; duck when I spit rounds Cause this ain't Beverly Hills; you in the bricks now We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sale You get your head cracked and niggas don't run and tell It's like we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail We on that "fuck the police" shit, we livin' in hell You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin' around I never learn, even after I took a couple shots I just got me some Band-Aids and bought a couple Glocks Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks Once they hear that 12-gauge, that's when the trouble stops If it's beef, then I'm ready to ride Just come to Cashville, you can find me on the South Side Motherfucker [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab Five You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin' name Whether the truck or train, my mind's stuck on the grind Cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckers came Yeah, ain't talkin' shit but we can all tell he ass Jabs will black his eyes like the R. Kelly mask You gotta blast me, yo, cause the Louisville Will have yo head lookin' like the top of a pistachio The young gunner with a raspy flow Got every boyfriend thinkin' their girlfriend's a nasty ho My heart laughin' it's small Maybe it's cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that Bulletproof snorkel, when you hot they hawk you I got the hood on my shoulder Chain big as a boulder The 3-5-7 tucker Motherfucker [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear [Outro: Lloyd Banks] Yeeuh, haha Motherfucker I'm here... yeeuh Lloyd Banks! G-G G-G G-G G-G G-G G-Unit! Money by any means... nigga3

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Itty Bitty Piggy

Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Seven Up] (The Aphilliates, nigga, pay attention) Yo, yo, yo What's up, what's the deal? (Trap-A-Holics) It's your boy, Seven Up, man You already know if it's up, then it's stuck, and all that But you already know how it is, man Shout out to Nicki Minaj, man I just wanted to share, man, you already know Free makeup, mixtapes, and all that, you know how we give it up Got me yellin' on a plane, man, listen up, man (Holiday Season) [Verse 1 (False Start): Nicki Minaj] Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, ayo I was on the plane with Dwayne You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York, you was fuckin' a Yankee I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Franky These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my bla- [DJ Drop: Nicki Minaj & DJ Holiday] Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! Okay, okay, woah, woah, Holiday Wait, hold on, hold on, Holiday! You can't give it to 'em dry like that You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga Like, come on now! You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you!) They can't just get that shit right off the top Like, you gotta bring that shit back Bring that shit the fuck back! (Let's go! Holiday Season, ayy!) I think we got y'all's attention now, right? (Holiday Season) Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday, (Holiday Season, nigga) Mizay Entertainment Shouts out Trap-A-Holics (Trap-A-holics, biatch), we run this! Let's go, Nicki! You might also like[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, ayo I was on the plane with Dwayne You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York, you was fuckin' a Yankee I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Franky These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel Keep the Snow White, I could buy it by the bundle Step your cookies up 'fore they crumble Don't be actin' like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (Fumble) 'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer All the dope boys gon' feel her Flow so sick I need a healer Fuck is my MAC concealer? I be out in Queens on the back of four- Whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal That's why I get more head than a pigtail Put some ranch out, I’m gettin' the munchies I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entrée 'Cause they be thinking they can spit, spit-shine my shoes You know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobs I'm the only thing hoppin', like a kangaroo I mean the only thing poppin', like a can of brew Listen, you should buy a sixteen, 'cause I write it good That 808 woof-woof, 'cause I ride it good And bitches can't find they man, 'cause I ride it good I'm the wolf, where is Little Red-a Riding Hood? [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Now, if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, "Park it" I'on't fuck with pigs, like "as-salamu alaykum" I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em And if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, "Park it" I'on't fuck with pigs, like "as-salamu alaykum" I put 'em in a field and I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em, bitches, kyuh (Holiday Season!) [Interlude: Nicki Minaj] Wow It's like I just single-handedly annihilated, you know, every rap bitch in the building It's like, it's like, I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinsky, Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki the Harajuku Barbie Like, I mean, I don't even know why you girls bother at this point Like, give it up! It's me! I win! You lose! Hahahahahahaha Oh, shit! Hahaha, yo [Bridge: Nicki Minaj] I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch Now, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch Hehe, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch [Outro: Nicki Minaj] Hahahahahaha I told you, I told you before I told you y'all was gonna have to pick my fruit out Now listen, in addition to pickin' my fruit out I want y'all to start going to the boutiques Y'knahmsayin, get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me I want, I want, you know, leopard-skin, and, you know? I want, I want all that crazy lizard-skin shit, like, you know? Make sure you... You can be my personal shopper! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Ayo! Woo Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh79

Hip-Hop

Audio Dope II

Curren$y

[Intro] Haha, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Ugh! Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ugh! Yeah, yeah, yeah (Jets, nigga, now where haven't we...) Yeah, yeah, yeah Ugh! Fool, fool! (Ugh!) [Verse 1] Spitta get this ho shit jumping like— Kangaroo pouch, Louis Vuitton The small things make me different from these fools Pull my drawstrings, keep my sweats off of my shoes I'm a dog, man, keep my paws clean I ain't fucking with you at all Lames is your whole set, G's don't recognize y'all Independent acrobatics, make that loot somersault Remembering my license and registration's in my mom's car Came a long way, but I don't got time to be— Sitting at the dock of the bay, wasting every second Money can be made out a rhyme, I can do it on the dime Kick the shit out a beat until it die, call CSI, I— Got 'em running, scared, tryna catch up Fifty-seven: Hines, Gregory, the dance legend Make music, I'm stepping out at a major event Best-dressed in attendance, and I never left the house See Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Hook] Right back at it Light the pilot, get the pot, we can get it cracking in here Audio dope, we track-trafficking And they asking for more—"Is you back again?" And I ain't talking 'bout practice no more When it's game-time, show me to the stove Audio dope, yeah, nigga, we track-trafficking They asking for more—"Is you back again?" Ugh [Verse 2] Greens rolled under the gazebo Lemonade-level vodka, backgammon, playing Keno Musical mafia Loaded bases, bring my team home: I'm the great Bambino ('Bino) Roulette wheels in the casino Fat Macs skimming off the top, but that's the game we in— What you gon' do about it, ha? Sacrifice and hit the independent? Probably not They not like me—that's why they don't like me Me? I'm likely in my trailer, in between scenes Got the feature girl from the video full of weed Break your foot tryna kick how I kick it Kill yourself tryna live how I'm living—Spitta! [Hook] Right back at it Light the pilot, get the pot, we can get it cracking in here Audio dope, we track-trafficking And they asking for more—"Is you back again?" And I ain't talking 'bout practice no more When it's game-time, show me to the stove Audio dope, yeah, nigga, we track-trafficking They asking for more—"Is you back again?" [Outro] All around the world, the same song Cali bud strong—it's that love: Faizon Haha So high, 'til my neighbors thought I moved out Because your boy stay gone Now, tell me that I ain't got it— And then keep a straight face, punk7

Hip-Hop

Hands Up

Lloyd Banks

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] I wasn't gone if you missed me Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me We goin' way past quarter to three (I say hands up!) I'm good in the VIP I got my hammer right here with me (I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks You gotta learn to respect the jux (I say hands up!) Everything ain't cool as the fame And this shit ain't as sweet as it looks (I say hands up!) You know I'm puttin' something on me Right before I leave outta the car (We came to party) You go tough talkin' at me You gon' leave out the club wit a scar (We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free 'Fore I leave, I'ma buy out the bar (We came to party) You gon' order whatchu want, it's on me I'm a G, take a look at a star (We came to party) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] It feels so good to live sucka free I'm soakin' it all up while your girl's suckin' me It mean the world to her, it's nuttin' but a nut to me Look miss, get a grip or let a mothafucker be I'm a rap star, who 'posed to be ridin' around in that car Two in the front, in the back got the plasma This ain't a free ride, you gotta have the gas ma I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma And I'm busy so I move a bit faster You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya, huh I'm a bastard, damn near chauvinist, hand over the plastic Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket Rule number one: keep ya gun or get ya ass hit And that's it, lights off and ya body stiff By the same niggas you used to party with You might also like[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me We goin' way past quarter to three (I say hands up!) I'm good in the VIP I got my hammer right here with me (I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks You gotta learn to respect the jux (I say hands up!) Everything ain't cool as the fame And this shit ain't as sweet as it looks (I say hands up!) You know I'm puttin' something on me Right before I leave outta the car (We came to party) You go tough talkin' at me You gon' leave out the club wit a scar (We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free 'Fore I leave, I'ma buy out the bar (We came to party) You gon' order whatchu want, it's on me I'm a G, take a look at a star (We came to party) [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Yea I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip, new Ruger on the hip Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge never slip Follow rules or get whipped, nigga move or get hit I don't care who's on the strip It ain't only the Ferrari now, the jewels got 'em sick Now it's 2006, I need a new bottom miss It's a'ight, they can talk, I'm amused by the pricks I'm the news out the bricks, nigga, who's hot as this? I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed I ain't a cuddler, I fuck the drool outta chick My niggas ice-grill, but it ain't the same They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like OOH when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me This regular shit, the everyday mentality They charged up, don't make me put in the battery [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me We goin' way past quarter to three (I say hands up!) I'm good in the VIP I got my hammer right here with me (I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks You gotta learn to respect the jux (I say hands up!) Everything ain't cool as the fame And this shit ain't as sweet as it looks (I say hands up!) You know I'm puttin' something on me Right before I leave outta the car (We came to party) You go tough talkin' at me You gon' leave out the club wit a scar (We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free 'Fore I leave, I'ma buy out the bar (We came to party) You gon' order whatchu want, it's on me I'm a G, take a look at a star (We came to party) Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up12

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Gold Digger

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West and Jon Brion] [Intro: Jamie Foxx and Kanye West] She take my money when I'm in need Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh, she's a gold digger Way over town that digs on me (Uh) [Chorus: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas [Refrain: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head [Verse 1: Kanye West] Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm Far as girls, you got a flock I can tell by your charm and your arm" But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her? My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids And I gotta take all they bad asses to ShowBiz? Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in We all went to din' and then I had to pay If you fuckin' with this girl, then you better be paid You know why? It take too much to touch her From what I heard she got a baby by Busta My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh [Refrain: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head [Verse 2: Kanye West] Eighteen years, eighteen years She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his You will see him on TV any given Sunday Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money She walkin' 'round lookin' like Michael with your money Shoulda got that insured, Geico for your money If you ain't no punk Holla, "We want prenup! We want prenup!" (Yeah!) It's somethin' that you need to have ‘Cause when she leave yo' ass, she gon' leave with half Eighteen years, eighteen years And on the eighteenth birthday, he found out it wasn't his? [Chorus: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh [Refrain: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head [Verse 3: Kanye West] Now, I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs You don't want a dude to smoke, but he can't buy weed You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves But while y'all washin', watch him He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes This week, he moppin' floors, next week, it's the fries So stick by his side I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice And they gon' keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girl And when he get on, he'll leave yo' ass for a white girl [Refrain: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head [Outro: Kanye West] Let me hear that back155

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Sweet Home Alabama

Lynyrd Skynyrd

[Intro] One, two, three Turn it up [Verse 1] Big wheels keep on turnin' Carry me home to see my kin Singin' songs about the southland I miss Alabamy once again And I think it's a sin, yes [Verse 2] Well I heard Mr Young sing about her (Southern man) Well, I heard ol' Neil put her down Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A Southern man don't need him around, anyhow [Chorus] Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you [Verse 3] In Birmingham they love the governor (Boo! Boo! Boo!) Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth See Lynyrd Skynyrd LiveGet tickets as low as $16You might also like[Chorus] Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Here I come, Alabama [Guitar solo] [Bridge] (Ah-ah-ah, Alabama Ah-ah-ah, Alabama Ah-ah-ah, Alabama Ah-ah-ah, Alabama) [Verse 4] Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they've been known to pick a song or two (Yes, they do) Lord, they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feeling blue Now how 'bout you? [Chorus] Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Sweet home Alabama (Oh, sweet home, baby) Where the skies are so blue (And the governor's true) Sweet home Alabama (Lordy) Lord, I'm coming home to you (Yeah, yeah) [Outro] Mont... Montgomery's got the answer29

Southern Rock

Oh Let’s Do It

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Ooh, L-Don Fuck that interface, dawg, go to work, yeah Picante in this bitch with me Fuq', hit the weed You got all that shit? Yeah, ugh, ugh [Verse: Lil Wayne] I got Young Money up, and now, I got my feet up Tune in this bitch, tell my niggas throw them Bs up Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want Real niggas fuck with me, and I don't give a fuck who don't Lock the CEO up; and I'm the CEO, fuck Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush Drink 'til I throw up; nigga, roll more blunts Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once Hit 'em with the shotgun, call that shit the "stop button" Call me Dr. Carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga" AKA "No trial, nigga," AK, click-clack, pow, nigga Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal, nigga Yeah! Haha! Swagger stupid, pack a Uzi Hundred clips, nigga? That's a movie — Aim at your toupée You sweet as Kool-Aid, cream brulée I'm sharp as Blu-Ray, I fuck her today Then she gotta skate — Young Lupe I hit the beat hard — Bobby Boucher I keep them tools on me, get the screwface Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet L.V.'s, nigga, on every suitcase Y.M., nigga, it's a new day We the champions, nigga, hoo-ray Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff' Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough Bullet come too fast to adjust I don't give a fuck about my roof that much So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up I'm Weezy F., and the "F" is for "Flame" Eat these rappers, chef of the game Shit on the track, shit on the train Murder the beat—the beat was slain Rest In Peace; that's a shame, he kill anybody song Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome No homo, you rocking wrong; Rest In Peace, my styrofoam Now they wanna know what I be on Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone B—Big money, my pockets long; New Orleans, I got my home And they got my back—pause; no homo, no maricón Smoking on that private-grown, it put me where I belong All about my cheese; cheddar, mozzarella, provolone Fuck her for an hour-long, let her take a shower, gone Sorry baby, but I'm in my I-don't-wan'-be-bothered zone Yeah! Haha, you're a groupie, get on your duty Two women give me head, call that "Two-face" Bitch, I'm too great, take your food tray, I was born on doomsday Ugh! Ai—Ain't no nigga like me "What's up?" to my gang, big Bs, like a Breitling Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick, like she cycling Then, she can't walk, run, or jump; like white men Ugh! F—Fuck you niggas wanna do? No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you Weezy F., the "F" is for "Fuck what you’re going through" Make your people mourn you You might also like[Outro: Lil Wayne] Haha! OK, let's do it13

Hip-HopRap

Babylon

OutKast

[Verse 1: André 3000] I came into this world high as a bird From secondhand cocaine powder—I know it sounds absurd I never tooted, but it's in my veins While the rest of the country bungies off bridges without no snap-back And, bitches, they say they need that to shake they fannies in the ass clubs They go the other route, turn each other out, burn each other out Where a bona fide nigga like me can't even get no backrub these days Ain't that bleak on they part? But let me hold it down, 'cause they shut you down when you speak from your heart—now that's hard While we rantin' and ravin' 'bout gats Nigga, they made them gats they got some shit that'll blow out our backs from where they stay at [Hook: Andrea Martin] Ooh, I fear the battle's just begun Ooh, though we're here someday we will be gone So I'm hopin' (Hopin'), wishin' (Wishin'), prayin' To keep my faith in you (Keep my faith) In you, in you [Verse 2: André 3000] Yo, yo, yo I'm fascinated by the way your nipples peak at me through your blouse Freaky me, freaky you, can't help but be aroused 'Scuse me, Lord, lustful thinkin', but that's the way we was brought up Sneakin' to watch Playboy at night We all must be caught up in worldly ways Chemistry between boys and girls Is a lot like when we went to the woods and laid with the squirrels During P.E., we'd be explorin' each others privates Hunchin' with all our clothes on until we felt excited then (Ah) Oh, now it's on from here on out Put yo hands in the atmosphere if you know what I'm talkin' about Now if too harsh then walk on out and I'll see you on the next song They call it horny because it's devilish, now, see, we dead wrong You might also like[Hook] Ooh, I fear the battle's just begun (Oh) Ooh, though we're here someday we will be gone So I'm hopin', wishin', prayin' (Prayin') To keep my faith in you (Keep my faith in you) In you (Oh, ooh) [Verse 3: Big Boi] People don't know the stress I'm dealin' with, day to day (Day) Speakin' about the feelings I'm possessin' for Rene Mopin' around and wonderin' where she stay, saw her last that she lay "Give it another day," I say, but the Lord, he taketh away Now give it back, Lord, 'cause that's like backboards without the rims Me and my auntie was tight like Southwest Before the pinks moved in Like the niggas who owned the liquor stores, crack cocaine, pimps and whores Livin' up on this earth before a nigga like Daddy was born But they be makin' it seem that my music and crime are team But I'm speakin' the truth not dreams (Dream) ain't clean? [Hook: Andrea Martin, & Big Boi] Ooh (Yeah), I fear the battle's just begun Ooh, though we're here, someday we will be gone (So I keep hopin') So I'm hopin', (And) wishin', (And) prayin' (Prayin') To keep my faith in you (My faith in you) In you Ooh, I fear the battle's just begun (Just begun, oh-woah) Ooh, though we're here, someday we will be gone (Oh, yeah) So I'm hopin', wishin', prayin' (Ooh) To keep my faith in you (My faith in you) In you Ooh, I fear the battle's just begun (Yeah, yeah) Ooh, though we're here, someday, we will be gone (I keep hopin') So I'm hopin', wishin', prayin' To keep my faith in you [Outro: Andrea Martin] My faith in you My faith in you My faith in you (Keep my faith) My faith in you My faith in you My faith in you My faith...13

Hip-HopRap

Rabbit Run

Eminem

[Verse] Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks Every time I go to get up, I just fall in pits My life's like one great big ball of shit If I could just put it all into all I spit 'Stead of always tryna swallow it, instead of starin' At this wall and shit while I sit, writer's block Sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit All I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I have to see another one of Mom's alcoholic fits This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet bubblin' until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin' up Blow this buildin' up, I've concealed enough My cup runneth over, I done filled it up The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts Well, I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hair sit up Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you who I be I'ma make you hate me 'cause you ain't me You wait, it ain't too late to finally see What you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me's gonna get a finder's fee Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme To express how I'm really feelin' at that time Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes It's just sometimes, it's always me How dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper I'm desperate at my desk If I could just get the rest of the shit off my chest again Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin' Fuck, I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin', nope It's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out I'm fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave Real enough to rile you up Want me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want I'm a switch hitter, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a Fuckin' boilin' point, put some oil in your joints Flip the coin, bitch, come get destroyed An MCs worst dream, I make 'em tense They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence By the looks of 'em, you would swear that Jaws was comin' By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin' someone By the way, they're runnin', you would swear the law was comin' It's now or never, and tonight is all or nothin' "Momma, Jimmy keeps leavin' on us He said he'd be back, he pinky promised, I don't think he's honest-" I'll be back, baby I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch Don't believe me? Watch, I'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice 'Til you're sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung If I have half a chance, I'll grab it—Rabbit, run!You might also like90

Rap

Neon Bible

Arcade Fire

[Verse 1] A vial of hope and a vial of pain In the light, they both looked the same Poured them out on into the world On every boy and every girl [Hook] It's in the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible Not much chance for survival If the Neon Bible is right [Verse 2] Take the poison of your age Don't lick your fingers when you turn the page What I know is what you know is right In the city it's the only light [Hook] It's in the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible Not much chance for survival If the Neon Bible is right [Bridge] Oh God! Well look at you now! Oh! You lost it, but you don't know how! In the light of a golden calf Oh God! I had to laugh! See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $117You might also like[Verse 3] Take the poison of your age Don't lick your fingers when you turn the page It was wrong but you said it was right In the future I will read at night [Hook] It's in the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible Not much chance for survival If the Neon Bible is true2

Alternative

No Hook

JAY-Z

[Intro: Denzel Washington from American Gangster] "Most important thing in business is honesty, integrity, hard work, family, never forgetting where we came from." [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Poor me, dad was gone, finally got my dad back Liver bad, he wouldn't live long, that snatched my dad back Guidance? I never had that, streets was my second home Welcomed me with open arms provided a place to crash at A place to study math at, matter of fact, I learned it all Burnt it all, this music is where I bury the ashes at Flash back, not having much, not having that Had to get some challah bread so you can holla back and Holla at my Jewish lawyer to enjoy the fruit of letting my cash stack And just in case a nigga gotta use his rat-tat-tat-tat-tat Own boss, own your masters, slaves The mentality I carry with me to this very day Fuck rich, let's get wealthy, who else gon' feed we? If I need it, I'ma get it however, God help me [Refrain: Jay-Z] And I don't need no hook for this shit [Verse 2] I'm so fa sho', it's no façade "Stay outta trouble," Mama said as Mama sighed Her fear, her youngest son be a victim of homicide But I gotta get you outta here momma, or I'ma die Inside And either way, you lose me, Mama, so let loose of me I got the rein, our direction will soon change To live and die in N.Y. in the hustle game Hustle 'caine, hustle clothes, or hustle music But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick Skinny nigga, toothpick, but, but I do lift Weight like I'm using 'roids Rolls-Royce, keep my movements smooth while maneuvering Through all the manure in the sewer that I grew up in Choices we make trying to escape, 'scape You might also like[Refrain: Jay-Z] And I don't need no hook for this shit [Verse 3: Jay-Z] This is not for commercial usage Please don't categorize this as music Please don't compare me to other rappers Compare me to trappers, I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris And Luda's my dude, I ain't tryna diss Like, Frank Lucas is cool, but I ain't trying to snitch I'ma follow the rules no matter how much time I'ma get I'ma live and die with the decisions that I'ma pick So fuck DeHaven for caving, that's why we don't speak Made men ain't supposed to make statements End of the story, I followed the code, cracked the safe Other niggas ain't in the game, so they practice hate Leave that boy Hov' alone, why don't cha? You don't have to if you don't want to, but don't say I didn't warn you [Refrain: Jay-Z] Oh... And I don't need no hook for this shit9

Hip-HopRap

Hey Lady

Cam’ron

[Intro: Cam'ron {sample}] Uh, Killa (Dipset) Jim Jones, my man DJ Nasty in the house tonight (c'mon) Let's get ready to do it, ma {hey lady} [Verse 1: Cam'ron {sample}] I know you heard me in British Raj But I get you bracelets 'til ya wrist is throbbed Just kiss the knob And put your meat on my stick like a shish-kebab {hey lady} Out mingling, heard that I blingy-bling But I run the circus like Ring-a-ling I'm the king of things And your man, he a homo like Jangle Leg, Jangle Leg {lady} That's life, hit 'em with the pow-ping Pow, pow, .45 loud thing Look wild thing, I do wild things Make China stretch like Yao Ming {hey lady} Ching chong, ma ga hai ah, Chow Mein I'm bilingual, ma, I don't need a nickel, naw Oh, you tickled, ma? 'Cause your nipples, huh? Coming through your shirt, nearly ripped your bra {hey lady} [Chorus: Freekey Zekey {sample}] I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly The way we roll up, rims all swole up, ice all froze up, sing {hey} And while y'all acting surprised, like we don't sell them pies They way we hold up, papi hold up, mami roll up, sing {hey lady} You might also like[Verse 2: Cam'ron {sample}] I know it's school and work, but you need to be schooled in work Put my tool to work I'm feeling your shoes, your purse You get low on dough, refuel the first {hey lady} I don't need you high like I'm high But shit, I need you fly like I'm fly Fresh Louie Vuitton ankle Pastel Louie Vuitton rainbow {hey lady} Threw on the Kangol, threw on Durangos Not from the 'nati but threw on the Bengals Moved on an angle Like a bull and matador, the two gon' tangle {hey lady} Shake your body, mami, move your body, hottie Its true I'm kamikaze, I move in a Maserati They all polly-polly, rude boy, dolly-dolly I don't talk like they squalie, mami {hey lady} [Chorus: Freekey Zekey {sample}] I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly The way we roll up, rims all swole up, ice all froze up, sing {hey} And while y'all acting surprised, like we don't sell them pies They way we hold up, papi hold up, mami roll up, sing {hey lady} [Verse 3: Cam'ron {sample}] Killa.. Lady, dry your panties Damn, she wanna write her family Tell 'em that I'm a diaper dandy And I got all type of candy {hey lady} Whats that? Victoria Secret? Here's La Perla, come peep it This lingerie that you could honor, ay Wonder Woman, woo wee, go on, play {hey lady} Like Cam watch, like Cam ring Like Cam chain, like Cam bling Heard Cam sing, if a damn fling Goddamn, ma'am, not a damn thing {hey lady} [Chorus: Freekey Zekey {sample}] I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly The way we roll up, rims all swole up, ice all froze up, sing {hey} And while y'all acting surprised, like we don't sell them pies They way we hold up, papi hold up, mami roll up, sing {hey lady}3

Comics and Games

ATLiens

OutKast

[Verse 1: Big Boi] Check it Well it's the M-I-crooked letter, ain't no one better And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater 'Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails "Oh hell, there he go again talking that shit" Bend corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you 'bout to see this Southern playa serve I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried 'Cause when we step up in the party; like a mouse, you scurry So go get your fucking shine box and your sack of nickels It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy Fat Sax, B-I-G B-O-I It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Giving the shout-out to my Uncle Darnell locked up in prison [Chorus: Big Boi & André 3000] Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer" Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer" You might also like[Verse 2: André 3000] Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation To the female gender, ain't nothing better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome Or will it know to beat the odds regardless of the skin tone? Or will it feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on? Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone? They alienate-us cause we different keep your hands to the sky Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what I preach ain't no lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say [Chorus: Big Boi & André 3000] Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer" Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer" [Verse 3: Big Boi] Every day I sit while my nigga be in school Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone) Honey, I'm home but I'm not married Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just made it Like you made the B team, and like your daddy's wife you making that coffee You heard the ATLiens, so back the hell up off me [Verse 4: André 3000] Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger now to embark The world's a stage and everybody gots to play their part God works in mysterious ways, so when he starts The job of speaking through us, we be so sincere with this here No drugs or alcohol, so I can get the signal clear as day Put my Glock away, I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition, so I'm ready for war, okay [Chorus: Big Boi & André 3000] Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer" Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer"49

Hip-HopRap

Now or Never

Big L

[Hook] It's time to make power moves and get the chedda And buy the real nice things that makes life better No foolish acts, moves must be clever I'm down for whatever I gotta blow, son, it's now or never [Verse 1] I walk through the ruggedest blocks with jewels flooded with rocks Hustlin' on hot corners that be smothered with cops I must warn — my Harlem crew roll strong Word bond, we leave mics torn Y'all brothers slept too long, now it's on! L Corleone will never flop, my records are forever hot Front on me — you better not, I keep the Beretta cocked This goes out to my peoples Uptown Downtown, mid-town, across town and outta town You see me flossin' often at all the club sites At the bars buyin' Cristals like they Bud Lights My style is hard like strong lumber Dime pieces get the digits, chicken heads get the wrong number [Hook] It's time to make power moves and get the chedda And buy the real nice things that makes life better No foolish acts, moves must be clever I'm down for whatever I gotta blow, son, it's now or never You might also like[Verse 2] Yo, I announce facts when I get busy over bounce tracks Droppin' lethal raps on wax so I can count stacks I keep a heavy knot, got a spot on every block Honeys that’s very hot get slid to the Marriott '95 was a beautiful year for L Now I'm back, and all the ladies still cheer for L Whatever I write is gonna be tight 'Cause if makin' hits is wrong, I don't wanna be right Nevertheless, the East is were my crew rest We bust caps that go through vests We only do what we do best And that's cripplin' you brittle men Since you wanna play rough, then say hello to my little friend [Hook x2] It's time to make power moves and get the chedda And buy the real nice things that makes life better No foolish acts, moves must be clever I'm down for whatever I gotta blow, son, it's now or never [Verse 3] I like drop-tops when it's hot, I like Lands when it's snowy Bank account is Fat like Joey I'm not very religious, you wouldn't call me holy Sometimes my hair’s corn-rowed, sometimes its fro-y Spark up the you-know-what, pop the Moëy L stay flossin', Presidential Roley Y'all brothers know me — I step in parties with minks and fly links Shorties hittin' me with eye winks as I buy drinks And every girl I got looks like a model If you ever see me with a chicken head, she must've hit the lotto Uptown is my home and where I roam I stand alone, Big L Corleone got it sewn Sellin' weight in and outta state to generate cake The one Jakes hate, got homicide runnin' out of yellow tape I pack toast with infrared scopes, I turn crews to dead folks If y'all fellas is playas, I'm the head coach [Hook x2] It's time to make power moves and get the chedda And buy the real nice things that makes life better No foolish acts, moves must be clever I'm down for whatever I gotta blow, son, it's now or never [Outro] Word up, son, it's time to blow Stack that dough, create a better life for me and my fam, nahmean? I done seen the ghetto all my life, it's time I see somethin' different Haha! Yeah, get the picture? The Big Picture7

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G.O.O.D. Friday

Kanye West

[Intro: Kanye West] Party people in the place to be You are now in the midst of a real emcee Throw your hands in the air if you real as me Ooh! Ow! [Chorus: Kid Cudi, Charlie Wilson & Kanye West] Ugh, ugh, la-la-la (Hey, ugh) La, la, la, la-la La, la, la, la-la (They say, ahh) Are you (La, la, la, ayy) Ready to go? (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready for me (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready [Verse 1: Kanye West] Such an easy morning, we on a ride And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit They don't want black people to think and drive [Verse 2: Common, Common & Kanye West] He think he live, he think he cold He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts The streets are like the high road that I go across, ugh You might also like[Verse 3: Kanye West] I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week And the weather was unbearably hot Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott? Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, and forever we hot? [Chorus: Kid Cudi, Kanye West, Kid Cudi & Kanye West] Are you Motherfucker, are you ready or not? Ready to go? (Ugh) I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready Are you Ready to go? I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready [Bridge: Kanye West & Charlie Wilson] This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop (Can’t stop) You can't stop This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop (Can’t stop) (La, la, la, la-la) You can't stop (La, la, la, la-la) [Verse 4: Pusha T & Kid Cudi] As Ye flips the piano The mood swings like the change of a channel He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel Selling kilos through your iPod Nano Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal Money drive you crazy—look at Marbury’s handle Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's Euro tank top, Dior-inspired Sell it to you hard, no assembly required Yuugh! On 2012 in 2010 Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in (Are you) While haters wish death upon me, that’s many men (Ready to go) Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route (I know the city getting ready for me) Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out (I know the city getting ready for me) [Chorus: Kid Cudi, Charlie Wilson, Big Sean & Kanye West] (Ahh) Are you (La, la, la) Ready to go? (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready for me (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready (And let me hear you say, "Ahh", hey!) Are you (La la la) Ready to go? We smoking on that (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready for me We choking on that (La, la, la, la-la) I know the city getting ready (Big Sean!) [Verse 5: Big Sean & Kanye West] Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right Don’t worry, we gon' be here all night And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Hanh?) Westside (Hanh?), Westside So t—t—tell me, who the freshest of them all? They claiming that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall I sneak-peeked ahead while we headed to the loft Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers I guess that's why in school My grades went from A's to B's to Cs All over double-Ds, I be absent all week This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for (My niggas) Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door Hold on, that’s the girl you gave a wedding ring? (What?) Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything (Haha) [Drum Break] [Interlude: Charlie Wilson] And let me hear you say, "Ahh" La, la, la La, la, la, la-la La, la, la, la-la And let me hear you say, "Ahh" (Ahh) La, la, la (Oh, yeah) La, la, la, la-la (Oh, oh, oh) La, la, la, la-la (Ooh, wee) [Verse 6: Kanye West] Man, we promise Now, put your hands up to the sky Until the day in that we die And we'll be here all evening G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend [Chorus: Kid Cudi] Are you Ready to go? I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready Are you Ready to go? I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready Are you Ready to go? I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready Are you Ready to go? I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready [Outro: Kid Cudi] I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready [Produced by Kanye West]60

Hip-HopRap

Starin’ Through My Rear View

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] Starin' at the world through my rearview Just lookin' back at the world From another level, you know what I mean? Starin' [Verse 1: 2Pac] Multiple gunshots clear the block, the fun stops Snitches is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops I wonder when the world stopped carin' Last night two kids shot while the whole block starin' I will never understand this society First they try to murder me, then they lie to me Product of a dyin' breed; all my homies tryin' weed Now the little babies crazed, raised off Hennessy Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me? Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easy Listen, through intermissions, search your heart for a plan And we turnin' bad boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggas in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga Rollin' with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers To the end, my friend, I'm seein' nothin' but my dreams comin' true While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview See, I'm seein' nothin' but my dreams comin' true While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview You might also like[Hook: 2Pac] They got me starin' at the world through my rearview Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die Gettin' high, watchin' time fly And all my motherfuckers Starin' at the world through my rearview Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die Gettin' high, watchin' time fly And all my motherfuckers [Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean] Now you see him, now you don't Some niggas be here for the moment, and then they gone What happened to 'em? Well, let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to? While you thinkin' I see you lost up in my rearview Hear you is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws But still we keep mashin' until our dreams come through Starin' at the world through my rearview [Verse 3: 2Pac] Now, I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a 12 gauge pump for protection Niggas hate me in the section, from years of chin-checkin' Turn to Smith & Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father, I'm a soldier I'm gettin' hotter 'cause the world's gettin' colder Baby, let me hold ya: talk to my guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run, look at my bitches! [Bridge: 2Pac] Now I know the answers to the question “Do dreams come true?” Still starin' at the world through my rearview I said, now I know the answer “Do dreams come true?” Starin' at the world through my rearview [Hook: 2Pac] They got me starin' at the world through my rearview Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die Gettin' high, watchin' time fly And all my motherfuckers Starin' at the world through my rearview Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die Gettin' high, watchin' time fly Nigga, Kadafi say! [Verse 3: Kadafi] Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for Glocks 'Cause fiends hittin' up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin' rules to these streets Somethin' I learned in school On some Million Man March shit for the peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed, bleed like humans Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants Shit's deep, turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or choosin' my dough So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview [Outro: 2Pac] Hahahaha, you ain't knowin' what we mean by starin' through the rearview So, since you ain't knowin' what we mean, let me break it better understandin' the world...The world is behind us Once a motherfucker get an understandin' on the game, and what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more, the world is a game to be played So, now we lookin' at the world from, high watch, behind us Niggas know what we gotta do: just gotta put our mind to it and do it, it's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggas do what they wanna do, bitch niggas do what they can They got me starin' at the world through my rearview Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die Gettin' high, watchin' time fly And all my motherfuckers Starin' at the world through my rearview Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die Gettin' high, watchin' time fly26

Gangsta Rap

Gotta Go Hard

Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & T-Pain] (And we go by The Runners) Yo, SB, haha (Go hard) I think it's my time, you know why? (Go hard) My tears have dried, and I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper (Go hard) And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators Young Money [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] If you could, you would get rid of me Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard? But I won't let you get to me (To me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another girl sit in your throne I done put the chokehold Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone!" (Hard) I am (Hard), I'm still (Hard) the one to beat (Go hard) Ain't in a rush for mainstream, I am the streets (Go hard) I am getting it in until the end I gotta go (Go), go (Go), go (Oh) Go hard [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Gotta go, lemme get the car key You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie Keep a marquee, everything sparkly (Man down) Hit him on the walkie-talkie Hit 'em, hit em, knock-knock, tell 'em let me in My name ring bells, bitch, buzz me in (Bzzz) And I only stop for pedestrians (Oh) Or a real, real bad lesbian Hit 'em with the MAC, hit 'em with the TEC-nine Hit 'em with the Ruger, by the intersect sign Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy And I always keep the jammy In the trunk or in the Lamby Put my whole borough on my back and I'm good I don't wanna hear what you woulda, what you coulda I represent all the girls that stood up (Uh) Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar (Oh) Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups (One, two) Doing the scissor-leg, on the mat, with my foot up Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up Now I'm tellin' LA Reid to step his bid up And I'm tellin' President Carter he picked a winner Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma (Uh) These birds all fly south in the winter (Uh) Fuck I look like? Chomping on a chicken dinner? You can hate me, but why knock my hustle? (C'yeah) I'ma be the queen, no matter how they shuffle Skirts with the ruffle (Yeah), Louis on the duffle (Yeah) I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle Ooh, ooh, ooh (Hahahahahaha, no muzzle) What you wanna do, do, do? (C'yeah) Bitches is softer than Al Dente Cut from a different kente Tell 'em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my Sensei So I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have these rap bitches for dinner This is for my gentlemen in button-ups, and khakis This is for my nigga, Seven Up, in Castaki This is for my niggas wheelie-in' them Kawasakis Shout out to the Vackee's, saltfish ackees Kisses to my fans unless I'm feelin', kinda cocky Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kind of rocky I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski Pump's on the clutch, right hand, on the 6-speed Write my own raps, I gotta go, I gotta get me (Gotta get me) Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah), ohh You might also like[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] If you could, you would get rid of me Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard? But I won't let you get to me (To me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another girl sit in your throne I done put the chokehold on Now they screamin', "Nicki, leave me alone!" (Hard) I am (Hard), I will (Hard), I gots to win (Go hard) I'm still lookin' around for my competition (Go hard) I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go (Go), go (Go), go (Oh) Go hard [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] From slap-and-cry you start to die So I must go harder Gotta make these bitches know me Just like Bobby know water Better yet, like Bubba know shrimp But he don't say shit when the gun on his lip And I don't say shit, put the gun on my hip So I don't say shit but the gun on my hip If you don't wanna drown, don't come on my ship Check out how them bitches just run on my dick And me, I'm still nasty as a son of a bitch I still got that bitch cum on my lips If you ain't got money, don't come on my strip And if you got money, don't come on my strip I wear that metal, no Olympic But I can still make you tumble and flip You fuckin' with me if you fuckin' with Nic' They ain't fuckin' with me, they ain't fuckin' with Nic' Your girlfriend her decision is split 'Cause she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nic They wonder if he be fuckin' Nic, as long as she be fuckin' rich That's why I keep my luggage 'cause I swear y'all a fuckin' trip Young Money dungeon, bitch, my swagger just punchin' bitch And I shoot like I'm from overseas, so call my gun "Gunović" Weezy F Baby and the 'F' is for a bunch of shit Red drank, blue pill, white dust, yes, I love my country, bitch Hahaha, yeah, guitar [Guitar Solo: Lil Wayne] [Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ohh [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Wish you could get rid of Young Money Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard? But I won't let you get to me (To me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another girl sit in your throne I done put the chokehold on Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone" (Hard) I am (Hard), I will (Hard), I gots to win (Go hard) I'm still lookin' around for my competition (Go hard) I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go (Go), go (Go), go (Oh) Go hard16

Hip-Hop

My Girls

Animal Collective

[Intro] Isn't much that I feel I need A solid soul and the blood I bleed With a little girl, and by my spouse I only want a proper house There isn't much (Isn't much) that I feel I need (That I feel I need) A solid soul (A solid soul) and the blood I bleed (and the blood I bleed) With a little girl (But with a little girl), and by my spouse (And by my spouse) I only want (I only want) a proper house (A proper house) [Verse] There isn't much (There isn't much) that I feel I need (That I feel I need) A solid soul (A solid soul) and the blood I bleed (and the blood I bleed) With a little girl (But with a little girl), and by my spouse (And by my spouse) I only want (I only want) a proper house (A proper house) [Verse] There isn't much (There isn't much) that I feel I need (That I feel I need) A solid soul (A solid soul) and the blood I bleed (and the blood I bleed) With a little girl (But with a little girl), and by my spouse (And by my spouse) I only want (I only want) a proper house (A proper house) [Pre-Chorus] I don't care for fancy things Or to take part in the freshest wave But to provide for mine who ask I will, with heart, on my father's grave I don't care for fancy things Or to take part in the freshest wave But to provide for mine who ask I will, with heart, on my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave You might also like[Chorus] I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slabs For my girls I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slabs For my girls [Verse] There isn't much (There isn't much) that I feel I need (That I feel I need) A solid soul (A solid soul) and the blood I bleed (and the blood I bleed) With a little girl (But with a little girl), and by my spouse (And by my spouse) I only want (I only want) a proper house (A proper house) [Pre-Chorus] I don't care for fancy things Or to take part in the freshest wave But to provide for mine who ask I will, with heart, on my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave [Chorus] I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slabs For my girls I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slabs For my girls [Chorus] I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slabs For my girls I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slabs For my girls32

Alternative

Right Thurr

Chingy

[Intro] Uh Hey, Dirty (What?) Look at that girl right thurr (Ooh), she make me say Ooh, ooh (Yeah), ooh, ooh (Ayy) Do what you do (C'mon) [Chorus] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch your hips when you're walkin', let down your hurr (Down your hurr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me sturr (Make me sturr) [Verse 1] I like the way you look in them pants, see ya fine (Fine) Lil momma a quarter piece, she far from a dime (Dime) The type of girl that'll get'cha up and go make you grind (Grind) I'm thinkin' about snatchin' her up, Dirty, makin' her mine Look at her hips (What?), look at her legs, ain't she stacked? (Stacked) I sure wouldn't mind hittin' that from the back (Back) I like it when I touch it 'cause she moan a lil' bit Jeans saggin' so I can see her thong a lil' bit I know you grown a little bit, twenty years old, you legal Don't trip off my people, just hop in the Regal I swooped on her like an eagle swoop down on its prey I know you popular, but you gonna be famous today, I say You might also like[Chorus] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch your hips when you're walkin', let down your hurr (Down your hurr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me sturr (Make me sturr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch your hips when you're walkin', let down your hurr (Down your hurr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me sturr (Make me sturr) [Verse 2] She be shoppin' in Frontenac Just look at her front and back Man, she so stacked and she know that I want that Her man, he's so wack, girl, can I taste yo cat? Gave her three hundred to strip, like buyin' a throwback She stay in the club, like to be seen, she got it honest In real life, girl remind me of Pocahontas She be at events (Yeah), cuss out the press when she pass (Yeah) All the high rollin' cats wanna pay for that ass Ain't no half steppin', she strapped with a nice weapon Trick, it's against the law for her to move them hips If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gon' drop Worldwide fools probably tell you this off tops [Chorus] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch your hips when you're walkin', let down your hurr (Down your hurr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me sturr (Make me sturr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch your hips when you're walkin', let down your hurr (Down your hurr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me sturr (Make me sturr) [Post-Chorus] I like the way she doin' that (C'mon) Plus I like it when she bring it back (Say it) Ooh, (Uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (Uh-huh) do what you do (Woo) I like the way she doin' that (C'mon) Plus I like it when she bring it back (Say it) Ooh, (Uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (Uh-huh) do what you do (Woo) [Verse 3] Gimme what you got for a pork chop Uh, she threw it at me like I was a shortstop Huh, twerkin' in a Fatty Girl halter top Then she back it up on me and let it drop (Drop) Make it hop (boing) like a bunny (Bunny) Girl, can I touch you where it's sunny? Her a purse, will make you give her some money She should pose for Sports Illustrated It's like a picture-perfect sight When she pass, all the other girls hate it [Chorus] But I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch your hips when you're walkin', let down your hurr (Down your hurr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me sturr (Make me sturr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch your hips when you're walkin', let down your hurr (Down your hurr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me sturr (Make me sturr) [Outro] I like that (Uh-huh) I like that (Uh-huh) I like that (Uh-huh) I like that (Trak Starz) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah) I like that (Chingy) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do13

Hip-Hop

Holidae In

Chingy

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Bomb ass pussy Ma, ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma, ooh you got some bomb ass pussy Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy [Hook: Snoop/Chingy + Girl] (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you'd bring over your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you'd bring over your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Verse 1: Chingy] Peeps call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor, there's already eight shawties I'm on my way, let me stop by the store Get a 12-pack of Coronas - plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 270 to Natural Bridge Rd I'm already blowed, hit third I'mma be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet looking like he in the game and must be winning To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up It's three girls on the elevator like: "wassup?" I told em: "follow me". they knew I had it cracking B One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?" "Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped with much ding-a-ling" Knock on the door, I'm on the scene of things Busted in, Henny bottle to the face Fuck it then, feel like my head is toxic waste It's some pretty girls in hurr, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing "Right Thurr" - he glistening" I ain't come to talk, I ain't come to sit What I came for was to find out who I'm gonna hit, aww shit You might also like[Hook: Snoop/Chingy + Girl] (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you'd bring over your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you'd bring over your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Verse 2: Chingy] Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?" Man know what, get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping Niggas knocking on the door drunk, acting silly The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?" Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera Then I thought about, no footage as I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still wilding Sharing the next room with some girls looking like they from an island [Hook: Snoop + Chingy] (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you'd bring over your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you'd bring over your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Verse 3: Ludacris] Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on your nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle Got 'em under control, with a bowl of Tender Vittles Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not Wiffle Hit 'em in triples, with no strikes, stripes, or whistles I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, with a ghetto tempo I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again My eyes chinky, I'm with Chingy, at the Holiday Inn [Hook] (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you'd bring over your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin (Whachu doing?) Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! (Who you with?) Me and my peeps thought you'd bring over your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, let the party begin, bitch Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holiday Inn Bring a gang of that Hen, some VSOP Ooh wee! And light that sticky-icky And we gone do the damn thing Now what I'm talking bout We gonna disturb the peace right now Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin We chillin' and nuttin' Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button You know what's happenin', fa shizzle Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you6

Hip-Hop

Villematic

J. Cole

[Intro] Yeah, hey [Verse] To the college kids, no scholarships, starting your semester Unpacking your suitcases filling up your dresser Enjoy it while you got it, after that, it’s God bless ya Life is your professor, know that bitch is gon' test ya I got some shit I’d like to get off my chest I spill out my soul, I spit out my stress And can I spit out my stress? It’s the feeling in the air You bout to drop a real classic He said, "Cole, a lil' birdy told me on the low you got a Illmatic” Nobody touching Nas, nigga it’s more like Villematic Uh, these Fayettenam tales be paying off well What story is my audio theater gon' tell I know my debut will ship, but is it gon' sell? I guess it’s in God’s hands I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say, "God damn" That's for your non-believers, I’m the truth, only time'll teach ya And fuck the haters, probably never love they mamas neither Old bitter-ass sit around in middle class homes With computers on hatin' on the newest song While you was browsin', I was takin' out them student loans Tryna do this shit better than the niggas we grew up on Name a fuckin' song I ain't threw up on Talk is cheap, it's like y'all grew up in a Jewish home Hah, pardon the stereotype But y'all giving me mixed feelings like I married a white woman One minute I’m overrated, next minute I’m the savior You hate it before you played it, I already forgave ya For bullshitting, and that nigga Cole spitting that real Wrote this line on a plane got flown straight from the Ville To Miami, where the same time last year I was broker than you, I just wanna make that clear 'Cause now I’m dealing with money I’ve never seen before And R&B bitches want me, that was just dreams before Now do I give into the temptation I’m facing? The thought of losing a good woman keep me from chasing But I’m just a man, at time’s the timing is wrong Plus my dick is like a man with a mind of it’s own But I’m tryna be strong, remind myself she ain’t about shit These hoes the same, all that change is the outfit Looking for cheese on some mouse shit Suck a nigga, fuck a nigga, then go run they mouth quick Rappers took a vacation I came over to house sit You want change, this that between the seats in your couch shit The fuck you thought, I lost it? All that flame on my name would get exhausted Au contraire, my nigga, they all ears Sit back, enjoy the ride it’s finna be a long year, yeah It’s finna be a long year, yeah You might also like[Outro] I know you feel that The tingle in your spine, don’t conceal that Don’t conceal that This exactly what you thought, somebody bought the real back Hey15

Hip-HopRap

Same Song & Dance

Eminem

[Intro] Yeah Same song and dance Damn girl, everywhere I go Same song and dance I like the way you move, all over the globe Same song and dance Something about it, man Same song and dance In the pale moonlight, yo [Verse 1] I'm lookin' at ya, yeah girl, you're kinda tooken back by The whole rapper thing, aren't ya? Probably thinking you'll get slapped so dang hard, ya Won't even be able to stand up straight, aren't ya? Couple rape charges, people think you're a monster The police constantly bugging you non-stop I walk up on ya, “Well, hello Tonya” I think you got your OnStar button inside your car stuck You out of gas? Do you got a flat? I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundromat I got your back Why don't you put your laundry baskets in the back And sit up front; I'm not asking, it's a trap You just got jacked and body snatched, and it's a wrap In broad day, and no mask for this attack I heard 'em say, "Exact opposites attract" If that's a fact, it'll take task force to get you back Come on You might also like[Chorus] Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl, shake that ass, you ain't never gonna break that glass That windshield's too strong for you I said, yeah baby, sing that song It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing, show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you crying to me? Same song and dance [Verse 2] The first victim I had, she was a big one Big movie star, a party girl, big fun She was the girl the media always picked on In and out of rehab every four-to-six months She was always known for little pranks and slick stunts At Nickelodeon, flashed the little kids once What an event it was, I was sitting in front I was hooked in at the first glimpse of them buns Seen her backstage, now here's where I come in, son Look, here she comes, I better pull out the big guns "Hello Lindsay, you're looking a little thin, hun How 'bout a ride to rehab? Get in, cunt! But starting off on the wrong foot is what I didn't want Girl, I'm just kidding, let me start over again, hun See what I meant was, we should have a little intervention Come with me to Brighton, let me relieve your tension You little wench, ya, murder wasn't my intention If I wanted to kill you, it would've already been done" Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her With 66 inches of extension cord [Chorus] Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl, shake that ass, you ain't never gonna break that glass That windshield's too strong for you I said, yeah baby, sing that song It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing, show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you crying to me? Same song and dance [Verse 3] My second victim was even bigger than the first Pop star, icon, the whole works She played a little schoolgirl when she first Burst upon the scene and seen that the world was hers She twirls and turns and flirts in skirts so bad it hurts It irked me, it made me mad at first I lashed out in my songs, but what was really going on Was that I had developed a crush I just didn't know how to tell it to her Should I cut off one of my ears and mail it to her? Send her pictures of my collection of skeletons, or Footage of me impaling myself on an elephant tusk? We'll settle this once and for all, I'ma tell her at dusk Tonight, tonight is the night, and tell her I must Creep up to her mansion in stilettos, and just Climb the gate, and ring the bell like, "Hello, my love I just picked your prescription for Seroquel up Now would you like to share a pill or two with me? I'll share my Valium with you 'cause I'm feeling you Britney I'll trade you a blue one for a pink one Ever since a schoolgirl juvenile delinquent I've been feeling you, ooh-ooh, girl, you sexy little gal, you Hold that pill any longer, it'll get sentimental value C'mon toots, give me the Valium alley-oop I'll slam dunk it in your mouth 'til you puke And just as soon as you pass out in your alphabet soup I'm 'bout to make a new outfit out of you New outfit? Shit, I'll make a suit out of you, shoot Now, show me how you move, baby, do how a-you do" [Chorus] Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl, shake that ass, you ain't never gonna break that glass That windshield's too strong for you I said, yeah baby, sing that song It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing, show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you crying to me? Same song and dance [Outro] Same kicking and screaming, same crying and sobbing Same song and dance Same begging and pleading, same yelling and bleeding Same song and dance Yeah Same song and dance I know Same song and dance56

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Remember Me?

Eminem

[Chorus: RBX] Remember me? Seven executions Remember me? I have no remorse Remember me? I'm high-powered Remember me? I drop bombs, like Hiroshima [Verse 1: RBX] For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!" 'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome Hide and roam into the masses Without boundaries, which qualifies me For the term “universal” without no rehearsal I leak words that's controversial Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see 'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup Hit you, watch your whole head split up Loco is the motion, we comin' through Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz] Remember me? Throw ya gunz in the air! Remember me? Slam! Slam! Remember me? Nigga, bacdafucup! Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx! You might also like[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] Niggas that take no for an answer get told no Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like “No! No! No!” Life's a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her Better come better than better to be a competitor This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader A medic instead of the cheddars and credda Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me My mom's got raped by the industry and made me I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total Want beef, nigga? Pbbt, you better dead that shit My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters 'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said? [Chorus: Eminem] Remember me? I just don't give a fuck! Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too! Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty! Remember me? I'm Shady! [Verse 3: Eminem & Dr. Dre] When I go out, I'ma go out shootin' I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid! I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image So I promised the fuckin' critics I wouldn't say “fuckin''” for six minutes Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on! My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on? Came home and somebody musta broke in the back window And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats Six sick dreams of picnic scenes Two kids, sixteen, with M-16's and ten clips each And them shits reach through six kids each And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?! Fuck that! Pbbt, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at! (What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?) [Outro: Eminem] Don't you remember me?! Remember me?! Remember me?! Remember me!! (Slim Shady!)44

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Runaway

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West, co-produced by Emile, Jeff Bhasker, & Mike Dean] [Intro: Rick James & James Brown] Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies, ladies and gentlemen) [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast [Chorus: Kanye West] Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Verse 1: Kanye West] She find pictures in my email I sent this bitch a picture of my dick I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good at that shit See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hoodrats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] And I always find, yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast [Chorus: Kanye West] Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Bridge: Kanye West & Rick James] Run away from me, baby Ah, run away Run away from me, baby (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Then run away Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby (Look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away as fast as you can (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) [Verse 2: Pusha T] Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs? Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P [Verse 3: Kanye West] Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know I did damage 'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me I guess you knew of that advantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know how I'ma manage If one day, you just up and leave [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast [Chorus: Kanye West] Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Outro: Kanye West] [Non-Lyrical Vocals]520

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Hope I Don’t Go Back

E-40

[Intro: E-40 & Otis & Shug] Hoppin' over barbed wire fences, nigga, I had this one broad, right? She was so damn sprung, she used to hold my motherfuckin' Motherfuckin' sack, nigga Thought you thought, nigga (Ooh) In a motherfuckin', VHS, uh, motherfuckin', canister (In a what? Ooh-ooh-ooh) Nigga, yeah, ayy (Yeah) I promise you, nigga, this game been so damn good (Said this rap game's been good to me) Hard times (But I dunno how long that's gon' be, yeah) [Chorus: Otis & Shug, E-40] I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Don't wanna go) Slangin' yayo (Slangin' what?) to get my mail (Oh no) I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Don't wanna go back) Slangin' yayo (Slangin' what?) to get my mail (To get it, oh no) [Verse 1] Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin' dinners for the church (Church) Red-handed, caught me stealin' money out her purse Got branded (Branded), permanent whip scars on my back (Ooh) 'Cause I used to get beat with racing car tracks (Tracks, ooh) But now me got wealth, holdin' a conference call on my hands free car telephone Lookin' like I'm talkin' to myself, shootin' the breeze, cuttin' it up real tough-like Choppin' it up like true businessmen (Man), talkin' about, "By the way B, what we do this week on SoundScan?" If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley, ooh) Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley (Ooh) Or maybe at the shootin' range, me and Banks (Banks) Or on the golf course (Ooh), with Merton Hanks (Merton Hanks, ooh) Goin' back in the sun, give me my propers (Propers) With a beat that's out of this world, lookin' down on doctors (Ahh) Sippin' on Port, watchin my kids play basketball in the backyard On a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (What?), biatch! You might also like[Chorus: Otis & Shug, E-40] I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Huh?) Slangin' yayo (Slangin' what?) to get my mail (Ooh) I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Slangin' what?) Slangin' yayo (What else?) to get my mail (Biatch!) [Verse 2] Built a spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars, DuPont Registry Aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors Twenty inch chrome slippers, Bravas on my 'Ville, feelin' that everybody ain't able To be blessed with a successful-ass independent record label (Record label), check it out Marbles (Marbles), I got the game from my Uncle Saint Charles (Uh, Saint Charles) Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargos (Wells Fargo's) But now it's Merrill Lynch (Merrill Lynch) And just think, I used to sit the bench (Bi-biatch!) I remember gettin' chased by the cops Had to get my stomach pumped, swallowed a quarter ounce of rocks (Rocks) Late afternoon (Uh), po-po waitin' for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente emergency room with Glocks Ready to Rodney King me to death (Uh) Somehow I managed to make my escape through the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly Found myself runnin' through the Friendship Apartment Complex Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the People's Continuation High School Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Jenai's Liquor, ooh (Biatch!) [Chorus: Otis & Shug, E-40] I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Check it out, check it out, check it out, ooh) Slangin' yayo (Check it out, check it) to get my mail (Check it out) I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (I don't want to) Slangin' yayo (Slang yayo) to get my mail (To get my mail, check it out) [Verse 3] Dope game been gone Now it's either white-collared crimes or hookin' up phones "Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathematics (Charlie Hustle) I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?" (Phat Graph-X?) I tell 'em, "Hell yeah, that's a done deal, dude and them off the hinges Dude and them did my cover and my bus benches (Bus benches) Game orien-fested, worldwide (Ooh-ooh) Sick-Wid-It shit Independent chips, biatch! [Interlude] Ayy, see, ayy I'ma tell you, nigga, that's the thing about this whole thing that jump off It's a fool, 'cause a motherfucker take his bloody money, right? And then he sit up there and he look— and he say "Hold on mayne, hold on mayne" A motherfucker— you know what I'm sayin'? You can either be at this shit, or you can be gone with this shit And you look at it then you say, "Man hold on, let me translate this shit Let me translate into some marbles, let me liquidate my motherfuckin' reven-elles" You understand what I say? 40 Water and them, you understand? Ay, ay, but look, check this out, I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes Teach 'em about the motherfuckin' game orien-fested situations that goes down in the motherfuckin'— Motherfuckin' soil's weople-ations I ain't bullshittin', nigga [Chorus: Otis & Shug, E-40] I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (I ain't bullshittin') Slangin' yayo to get my mail (I ain't bullshittin', nigga) [Outro: Otis & Shug, E-40] It's too many jealous brothas in this game I can't stand to see it, yeah, I gotta get mine, yeah I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Get my money on) Slangin' yayo (Ohh-ohh) to get my mail Oh, get my money on Hey, yeah, don't wanna go Don't wanna go (Don't wanna go) Don't wanna go back, back to the game (To get your mail) Hey, yeah (Biatch!)

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Too Hard for the Fuckin’ Radio

Mac Dre

[Verse 1] Listen up, I'm about to get dope It ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote About a young brotha deep in the game They call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin' the name I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use To talk bad about suckers, I don't like the fools Down and dirty bout spittin' my hits And if not, I'm gettin' my grits Playin' the game like it's supposed to be played Makin' much more than a minimum wage Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy I just mack and get all that babby Dre, you know I never slow down Smokin' cesstee until I'm really towed down Walk into the party, fully perked Grab the microphone and let the mouthpiece work I got hype and the game starts flowin' The girls get freaky and it starts showin' And when the party's over at the end of the night They say: Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite 'Cause I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos A Mac named Dre and I'm poppin' the most 18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though And too hard for the fuckin' radio You might also like[Hook] "Tell me something good" I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio [Verse 2] My rhymes are dope 'cause Mac Dre made 'em And made you geek every time you play them On your tape deck, hooked to your ZAPCO A little hard, but brotha I'm a mack, though Nothin' nice, makin' raps that you wanna hear Gettin cessted, put my hands on the beer I can't help it, that's what I like to do Sloppy drunk, rappin' on the mic for you A young brotha, kinda bone-skinny I take a girl to the Golden Penny Get romantic, just like I planned it Then cut turf and leave the girl stranded Is it hard because I just beat it? Not really, that's what the girl needed That's game, I thought that you knew this Mack game, and mine is the smoothest Like lotion I'm in motion I'm a mack, I was a big ocean But no matter what the fuck your name is Nothin' nice is what my game is 18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though And too hard for the fuckin' radio [Hook] "Tell me something good" I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio [Verse 3] Come to the Northside of the V The C the R the E the S-T Hit Leonard, what will be seen? 20 young niggas gettin' full of the heem This is the Romper Room, and you know who I am The Mac named Dre, so get with the program Nothin' proper, freaks will clock ya And if there's funk, then punk we'll mop ya So beware of the four-door Delta Get your crew if you think they can help ya And step up but not too close 'Cause the Crestside is poppin' the most And all you girls, don't you feel left out And to the boys, I've worn that flesh out And after that we can still be friends though And if not, we'll be friends with the Indo Romper Room kickin' on Leonard Street Mac Dre full of the Hennessy 18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though And too hard for the fuckin' radio [Hook] "Tell me something good" I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio2

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Sweetest Girl (Dollar Bill)

Wyclef Jean

[Intro: Wyclef Jean, Lil Wayne] Some live for the bill, some kill for the bill (Yeah) She whined for the bill, grind for the bill (Whoa) And she used to be the sweetest girl Some steal for the bill, if they got to pay they bill (Yeah) And she used to be the sweetest girl Tonight Wyclef, Akon, Weezy on the bill (Whoa) [Verse 1: Wyclef Jean & Lil' Wayne] High school, she was that girl That make me do the hula hoop around the gym (Just to get a peek again, she's a 10) High school she was that girl That make me do the hula hoop around the gym (Just to get a peek again, she's a 10) Never thought that she would come and work for the president Mr. George Washington (where my money at?) She balls, he calls (where my money at?) She had a good day, bad day, sunny day, rainy day All he wanna know is (where my money at?) Closed legs don't get fed Go out there and make my bread All he wanna know is (where my money at?) She ended up in the wrong car Bruised up, scarred hard All he wanna know is (where my money at?) She balls, he calls (where my money at?) You might also like[Hook: Akon] See, I'ma tell you like Wu told me Cash Rules Everything Around Me Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) 'Cause I'ma tell you like Wu told me Cash Rules Everything Around Me Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) [Verse 2: Akon] Pimpin' got harder 'cause hoes got smarter On the strip is somethin' they don't wanna be a part of Rather be up in the club, shakin' for a dub Get triple times the money and spendin' it like they wanna They got they mind on they money, money on they mind They got they finger on the trigger, hand on the 9 See, everyday they feel the struggle but stayin' on they grind And ain't nobody takin' from us, and that's the bottom line But I know there's a drop in the block You move slow, you gettin' pressure from cops You don't know whether or not to lay low 'Cause 25 to life's no joke To all my real guerillas thuggin' On top of corners every day strugglin' All the beautiful women's gettin' money Washin' them dollar bills like laundry [Hook: Akon] I'ma tell you like Wu told me Cash Rules Everything Around Me Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) 'Cause I'ma tell you like Wu told me Cash Rules Everything Around Me Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) [Bridge: Wyclef Jean, Niia, Lil Wayne] Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money It drives the world crazy Weezy, she used to be... And she used to be the sweetest girl! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] She used to be the sweetest girl ever Whatever, now she like sour amaretto She wears a dress to the T like the letter And if you make it rain she will be under the weather She used to run track back in high school Now she tricks on the track right by school She take the loss 'cause she don't wanna see her child lose So respect her, or pay up for the time used And then she runs to the pastor And he tells her there will be a new chapter But she feels no different after And then she ask him: "Where my money at?" [Hook: Akon] See, I'ma tell you like Wu told me Cash Rules Everything Around Me Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) 'Cause I'ma tell you like Wu told me Cash Rules Everything Around Me Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) Singin' dollar, dollar bill, y'all (dollar, dollar bill, y'all) [Outro: Wyclef Jean, Lil Wayne] Some live for the bill, some kill for the bill (Yeah) Where my money at? She whined for the bill, grind for the bill (Whoa) Where my money at? Some steal for the bill, if they got to pay the bill (Yeah) Where my money at? Tonight Wyclef, Akon, Weezy on the bill (Whoa) Where my money at?14

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