Eminem & Royce Da 5'9" - I'm On Everything Lyrics

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Bad Meets Evil (Eminem & Royce Da 5'9") I'm On Everything Lyrics

All these little young kids aint got no direction
Shit, these lil kids is on everything
Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha

I’m on everything (x5)

Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha

I’m on everything (x5)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I’m on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed
Sober don’t interest me
I’m on everything
Bout to sip the liquor like it’s caine
Thats how high I am

I take painkillers to ease the pain
Though I aint in pain
No, we, ain’t the same, we drunk
I’m on everything

‘Cept when I kick it, gout
Me sobering up, ha, alf
Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, ‘rooms
I done woke up with a f-cking tiger in my bathroom
I am f-cking high, high, high, high
Menace to society I feel sorry for your mother
Me and Vicious on ‘shrooms
Call us the Mario brothers
Back down, we never back down
Never laid out
Can’t put my back down

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I’m on everything (x5)

[Eminem]
Painkillers, I call ‘em ‘caine pillars
‘Cause they’ll hold me up when I take ‘em
I need a cane and pillows
I’m on everything

Sick when I kick it, barf
Me sobering up, fart
I crush ya brain like a pill crusher, lets crush a pill yeah
F-ck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up

Grab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the crib
Man, whoda knew that 3 in the morning I’d still be up
Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up
On my way to the dealer’s, tryna re-up
Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep
It’s wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up
Bitch, it’s on again yeah, break that Klonopin in half
While I smoke some chronic in the cab with Donovan McNabb
And I dye my hair back blonde again and laugh
I’m the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I’m demonic with the craft
There’s a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta…
…farian, Jamaican, relax, man
I’ll send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent
Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, c heck ya girl
‘Cause after we prop you up, we propping her up
So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups
Your boyfriend better find another f-cking whore to smash the stir up
We rap like we’re on

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I’m on everything (x5)

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I’m on everything (x5)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I’m on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed
Uh, classic!
It’s Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly
I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me
Kid you not, I’m lit up as f-ck, tablecloth tucked in my pants
Then I’m hearing dishes drop, ’cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks

[Eminem]
Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping center
Wit’ a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks
And a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stain
I’ll crush your brain like I’m crushing pills
What the f-ck’s the muthf-cking deal?
This shit’s making me feel like I’m tryna do a muthf-ckin cartwheel up a hill

[Royce Da 5'9"]
How many bars, how many tabs?
A-c-i-d, y-e-s, ’cause I’m sniffin NYES
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[Eminem]
F-u-c-ked up, and it’s obvious

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Smoking Henny in my chest

[Eminem]
I’m B-A-N-A-N-A-S

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I’m a C-O-C-O-N-U-T

[Eminem]
Put this CD in and you’ll see
The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger

[Royce Da 5'9"]
You are gonna wind up six feet deep
Under that shits creek so I hope that you want preservers

[Eminem]
You could put a turd on the plate
Silverware on the tablecloth to serve us
You don’t bring shit to the table
I mean your grill like a Seville when a mark gets murdered
You pushing the envelope, and I’m shovin’ that whole post office further
Right off the surface, to the serpents in the darkest and the farthest corner

[Royce Da 5'9"]
How many bars, how many bars
Maui, wowee, sour diesel, how many jars,
To all my people I’ll be the Mars, mommy come on
She can actually wrap my nutsack ’round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall
And she can just puke from sipping this piss from my 24-inch catheter cord

[Eminem]

I’m the type that’ll take a bath wit’ a whore
Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door
When I’m stashin’ ‘er in the back, smackin’ her forehead on the dash
And its accidentally blowin’, a Benz jeep horn

[Royce]

My friends be knowin’ that when I’m on a binge, I’m stingy
Even when I’m ten deep in a room with the MG and and wit’ Lindsay Lohan and she on…

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Red Cafe Feat. Omarion We Get It On

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Red Cafe We Get It On Lyrics

Million dollar bills ..girls coming ..
Baby you find like the .. in my cella
Now i got a wet, find an umbrella
Why so fly, elevate ..
In a year you look good on me
Anniversary...

[Chorus:]
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We just got a ..
eeee....
We wrong, we wrong, we wrong
If it doesn’t pretty feels
We’re gonna bring em on
Get it on , it on it on it on
This is how we get it on
eeee
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Better I can read your mind, i love to redesign
That evil in your mind, this is lot of work
Maybe in the middle, make it worth baby
You know i’m so for sure, don’t be dealing with the
...tonight, tonight, tonight, get it with the ..
In your life, your life, life.


Real women go .. cash on your ass
I will like to put my autograph on your ass
Go deep to you feel in
And i’ma kill it ...
I’m all over the .., but i ain’t .. most of pictures..
And move your body on...

[Chorus:]
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We just got a ..
eeee....
We wrong, we wrong, we wrong
If it doesn’t pretty feels
We’re gonna bring em on
Get it on , it on it on it on
This is how we get it on
eeee

Look mama, fashion executive if she ain’t miss america
Then she her relatives
She killed..in tears, and the new .. automatically switched gears
Why ... tellin’ ..in a very first week...
A little mama ..we live in another world.

[Chorus:]

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Rick Ross - Retro Super Future II

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Rick Ross Lyrics Retro Super Future II

[Rick Ross Verse 1]
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Lets call us some b-tches and have a good time
A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of p-ssy call it a drive by
I’ma slide by sippin on that high life
and my slippers jack triple where my five light
as a all-star I made so many highlights
touchdown field goal this my night
she the wild type ready for the wild night
are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type
I hope you are ’cause that mean a player all right
smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white
tryna to land a plane baby are you really gain
back to the future me and Wiz got this thing sayin’

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
I stay high while ya’ll stay low
tryna tell me ’bout the smell I know
but I stay red form all that smoke
the weeds with me everywhere I go
and ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
and ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
and ya’ll can roll,
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[Rick Ross Verse 2]
I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray
dickin her down for the few past days
she asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer?
shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
f-ckin like its a porn in my recliner
lookin straight in the eyes, they show v-gina
shes a lair but damn she does it well
we on fire imagine what it’ll sell
all my homies are people that I admire
small click of real n-ggas smokin that fire
holdin’ my dick until the day that I expire
we and Wiz in the benz gettin’ higher
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[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
I’m in the right pair of Nike Airs
from gravel to marble I travel light years
Im like chyea Ima chill right chea
like the Mack 11 on me n-gga no fear
skateboard aboard to PanAmerica
I make more abroad than in America
waitin’ for the day Bob rose from the dead
in HD as I take an ounce to the head

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

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The Game - M.I.A. (3 Heats)

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The Game M.I.A. (3 Heats) Lyrics

Chorus
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.[Verse 1:]
Swear a nigga stunting but I do this every day.
Had them hoes bouncing on my dick like a Chevrolet.
Put on for my city nigga city on my face.
And I’m ‘bout to throw a party.
Tell Diddy send a case.
Fuck a square nigga I say it to his face.
Rat niggas quick to tell like a snitch nigga race.
My nigga Frank told me take your time baking cakes.
Gotta get to the money at a Indiana pace.
Nigga say they gon’ rob me.
Bitch you can miss me.
Stay strapped up like I’m 51, 50.
More gauge than the motherfucking pitcher.
Get your ass smoked like a swisha.

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Chorus
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.

Verse 2
In that metal, where you headed nigga?
To the fucking gun range.
Fuck the paper nigga, shoot the whole fucking gun range.
Yelling out to cops soowoo here I come Wayne.

Bail only 100 thousand, nigga that’s your change.
Back on deuces, fronts on dubs.
Got a Bentley and a phantom bet this bitch don’t rub.
When you worth 20 mil, you can shine when it’s sunny.
Just turned 30 so I can’t be from Young Money.
It’s Young Money and it’s your money.
Niggas from the group then there’s niggas wit your money.
Hating on a real nigga cos he old and you not.
Cut his hair, got some tats now he think he Tupac.
Nigga pulled up at the club tryna floss.
Boy done grew a beard now he think he Rick Ross.
Say he selling birds can’t tell what it cost.
How the fuck you gon’ get a chicken off.

Chorus
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.

Verse 3
Nigga sold 10 million now they say I’m Hollywood.
If I sell 10 more, shit I prolly would.
I done drove every car, I done sold every drug.
Fucked all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club.
Hoes tryna give me pills bitch I ain’t into drugs.
Coconut Ciroc by the case gimme groupie love.
Grammy nominated, ain’t forgot ‘bout the stove.
Paint the phantom all red call that bitch Derrick Rose.
In and out of lanes, 24s insane.
Just to think I got this far from selling cocaine.
I’m a stand up nigga get your grands up nigga.
Take your ass to staples get your rubber bands up nigga.
Made all this fucking money what the fuck I’m gon’ cop now.
I don’t know but I’m coming through wit the top down.
Too much to live for my sons and my daughter.
One more and I’ma catch up to Tha Carter.

Chorus
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.

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Tyga Ft. Stefano Moses - Storm

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Tyga Storm Lyrics

[Chorus - Stefano Moses]
The city’s gone with electricity
No lights so I can hardly see
And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me
Who to trust, who can you believe?
The devil owns this reality
And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me

[Verse 1 - Tyga]
Hate lies, never truth when it’s televised
Devils on the screen, fire in their eyes
Put your face to a spell make your soul fly
Pray every day some close to god
Looking at the murder rate never ask why
Colt 45, with a 4 5, the innocent die young can’t judge life
Never did so I live fast every night
Wonder why they breathe hate through their wind pipe
Mutherf-ckers wanna take instead of give advice
N-ggas left me now I’m living right
Trying to cheat death with a trick dice
Gambling can’t rely on management
If it’s ’bout business I’ma handle it
I see it all like an analyst,
Views of the water, big bills like a pelican
I’m into different broads, f-cking in foreign cars
Wizard of oz, tear colored benz, I ain’t got a heart,
No love shoot the cupid with a dart, danger in the park
Motherf-cker don’t walk past dark
What the f-ck is illuminate?
Old n-ggers with money
B-tch get the power light, stand tall tower light
Gotta fight, can’t let ‘em take our life
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[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Tyga]
Take a step as the world spin
Rumors come and go faster than a whirlwind
Whirlpool, b-tches getting’ sucked in
Booty model shake your ass but you’re broke b-tch
Man you n-ggas aint balling in the bull pen
Riding on the black mag I’m a cool kid
Last king living, give me space like a movement
Cream get the money, whip icy like cool whip
Ohhh shit, who shit n-gga art gallery flow painted under globe
Use the colored dope n-gga I’m a lobe
Levitator pro, crisis when he spoke, kicking in your door
Hit the flow like lee boy? with a globe
Trying to win but the finish lines far, race against the odds
Race don’t matter when you dead or start praying to the gods
Don’t let me die so young

[Chorus]

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A-Roc LaRoyce - Life Of The Shameless

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A-Roc LaRoyce Life Of The Shameless Lyrics

Head full of questions pocket full of answers.
Grind, shine fine wine, money romances the desperate and weak,
the success is so sweet, And I shall be diseased,
for the moment I seek is oblique and obscured abnormal absurd
My vision perturbed.
Don not speak observe
Do not say a word cuz the prophet has risen
Do right by self and the profit is given
Children and women fathers imprisoned
Abortion, oblivion an awkward decision

Lifestyle in rhythm
The tempo is a slow jam
1 step 2 step 12 step programs

You call me crazy I prefer the world brilliant
If something’s worth takin
then you might as well steal it
if life can get you high then you might as well deal it
If you sick of all this noise then we might as well kill it

Suicidal thought side effect on the box
Pop a couple, cop couple, medicated on the clock
This is all got, I’ll never have what I had
Every time I f-cked up I just blamed my dad
But see what’s really sad I wasn’t even mad
We almost died that night when you was feelin bad
Drunk nigga wrong lane you hit the brakes he hit the gas
Seemed like the last grain falllin in my hour glass
He would have hit us if you was moment late
I remember smilin’ wishin’ that you woulda drove it straight to the home plate
So I could smoke one with the makers
Do not forsakes us for faith is your patience steadily waitin for him to show you the places to go in his graces
knowing that satan is the employer of hatred

He will always be there in your ear with the same shit
He told me I made it
The same night I got faded
And who am I to even try to sit and debate
I live the life of the shameless

Incline to commit crimes in divine eyes
Lookin down on the world from the blind side
Round and round we go nigga
Round and round we go nigga
Round and round we go nigga
Life is a dream so row nigga ya dig?
Life of the shameless
If you real then bang this

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Nipsey Hussle - Grind Mode

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Nipsey Hussle – Grind Mode Lyrics

[Nipsey Hussle - Hook]
Fly fly
the best position of my life
my future looking bright
and Gucci’s on my face but I’m not blinded by the light
I’m out here in grind mode
I’m out here in grind mode
(x2)

[Nipsey Hussle - Verse 1]
Yeah, aint had no pot to piss in
now I’m on yachts with b-tches
my flow is not the sickest
you n-ggas common senseless
we at the round table politicing
like F.A.B we R.I.P our competition
no opposition, just a flock of b-tches
the roof crack, the trunk open they saw our vision
bright lights had our eyes itching
she not tripping she just want to take flight with ya

[Chorus]
clear off my runway
I’m bout to catch flight
clouds on my freeway
I’ma coast my kite

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so tell em that I came for the game (fly fly fly)
and I took it (fly fly fly)
its weather in the sky
for one it never shook me (fly fly fly)
the captain of my plane so I gotta dip it
how could you see my eyes tell me if you see my vision
while my n-gga, didn’t lie
the weathers in the grave
i feel like it’s my duty my n-gga to spread my wings
and all I do is fly and fly away
one day I hope you gon all, fly away

[Hook]

[Nipsey Hussle - Verse 2]
Yeah, Perire sippin’
Benz drop dippin’
real fly crippin’ n-gga
all money business n-gga
cross country trippin’ n-gga
first class sittin’ n-gga
when I touch down it’s like a 5 grand interest n-gga
you know what I’m into n-gga
money and expensive b-tches
f-ck them on expensive leather
than put on expensive denim
5 stacks in each pocket
what you n-ggas know about it
I stay on that sh-t that make your b-tch act a hoe around me

[Chorus]

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Eminem - Renegade

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Eminem Renegade Lyrics

Motherf-ckers say that I'm foolish, I only talk about jewels
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See, I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin'

What I do through and through and I give you the news
With a twist, it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade; you been afraid, I penetrate pop culture
Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they
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Pop toasters and they live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies, niggaz crotched over
Mommy's knocked up, 'cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown, when Child Support knocked

No, he's not around now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without ridin' 'round
Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that f-cked up my day

How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it?
I help them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth, you lose your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
'Cause see they call me a menace and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it

Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous, lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it
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Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherf-ckin' drug addict like you didn't experiment?

Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again and you get embarrassed
And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents
You f-ckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here
I don't think you do, so stay tuned
And keep your ears glued to the stereo
'Cause here we go he's jigga joint jigga chk jigga
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss My Ass

It's just a renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to talk
About anything, anything, anything, anything

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to holler
About anything, anything, anything, anything

I had to hustle my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver
Doo-rag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefter often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home

Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up

Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ, the King of these latter day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist

But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today

See, it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin' Dixie
While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons
Take a bath with the Catholics in holy water
No wonder they try to hold me under longer

I'm a motherf-ckin' spiteful, delightful, eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherf-ckers hate to like you
What did I do? I'm just a kid from the gutter
Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers

'Cause I'm a muh'f-ckin' renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to talk about
Anything, anything, anything, anything

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to holler about
Anything, anything, anything, anything

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to talk about
Anything, anything, anything, anything

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to holler about
Anything, anything, anything, anything

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Ice Cube - Soul On Ice

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Ice Cube - Soul On Ice Lyrics

[Intro:]
Internationally Known
You Got To Smell My Cologne
Westcoast Motherfucka
Let's Toast Motherfucka
Old Money [x16]

[Verse 1:]
Old Money New Money No Money Noge Money
Don't Try To Con The Godfather In Sunny
Don't Try To Turn Your Four Fathers Into Moneey
The Rap God Got the Whole World Praying For Me
Pray For Me Bird I See You LayingFor Me
Got Crazy Goons DJing For Me
I'm The Real Iron Man You Just Robert Downey
A Crack Head And Black Face Fresh Out The County
Nigga

[Chorus:]
Back The Fuck Up Off Me
I Burn Just Like Hot Coffee
I'm Conned Up Sweet Like Coffee
Look What This Game Done For Me
Look Mama Look Mama I'm Soul On Ice
Look Mama Look Mama I'm Soul On Ice
Look Mama Look Mama I'm Soul On Ice
Look Mama Look Mama I'm Soul On Ice
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You Bout To Smell My Cologne
You Bout To Smell My Cologne
You Bout To Smell My Cologne
Look Nigga
You Bout To Smell My Cologne
Ey
Old Money [x16]

[Verse 2:]
Candy Paint Flow Ever Since My Adidas
Ice Cube Fans Get Sugar Doc Ridas
Sugar Ray Leonard Style Nigga I'm The Sweetest
Roll In On Some Ass Just Like Jesus
Cool As A Fridge and You Shaking Like Jello
Mad Cause My LIfes Like A Marshmellow
Look Motherfucka If You Smell My Cologne
Ask Yourself Why You're All Up In My Zone
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[Chorus:]
Back The Fuck Up Off Me
I Burn Just Like Hot Coffee
I'm Conned Up Sweet Like Coffee
Look What This Game Done For Me
Look Mama Look Mama I'm Soul On Ice
Look Mama Look Mama I'm Soul On Ice
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Look Mama Look Mama I'm Soul On Ice
Look Mama Look Mama I'm Soul On Ice
Ey
You Bout To Smell My Cologne
You Bout To Smell My Cologne
You Bout To Smell My Cologne
Look Nigga
You Bout To Smell My Cologne
Oooh Ooh Oh Ooh [x4]

[Outro:]
Yo What's Up My Niggas Out There
Just Letting You Know Right Now Man
You Got To You Better You Gotta Pay Your Dues
To The Dime Nigga
Dead On The Block And Hit Ya'll Ass
With That Old Ice Cube Superbom Hit
The One That Sent Your Cousin Tony Tole To The Peneteniary
Get Back In 89
The One That Sent Lil Ray Ray Out From LA
To St Louis And Got Off The Bus
And Served Those Nigga Them Quater Thangs
Make Sure Ya'll Tune Into Ice Cube
The First One Who Put You Niggas
On Burns And Pimping
Pistols And Preaching
On Burns And Pimping
Pistols And Preaching
On Burns And Pimping
Pistols And Preaching
On Burns And Pimping
Pistols And Preaching
Old Money [x16]

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Christina Aguilera - Nasty

Christina Aguilera Nasty Lyrics Featuring Cee Lo Green @ Hip Hop Lyrics

Christina Aguilera Nasty Lyrics

(Come on, get into to it, ah, do it, uh, do it like a 9 to 5)
(I said do it, ah, do it, uh, do it 'til you good and tired)

He-hey
I was sitting all alone, yeah
A lot on my mind
Felt a tap on my shoulder
I rolled my eyes
I wasn't in the mood for another man
Telling me lies
How can a girl say no when
You flash that sexy smile and you say

Aa-ey-ey (hey!)
I wanna see you get nasty (is that right?)
I wanna see you shake yo ass, yeah (hey)
He-hey
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N.A.S.T.Y, you nasty
But baby I don't mind
I love the way you're talking nasty
You know you're just my type (boy you just so nasty)
N.A.S.T.Y, you nasty
But baby I don't mind
Love the way you're talking nasty
You know you're just my type

In the middle of the floor now, and I just don't care
See my body so low now, crowd stops and stares
Let 'em say what they want, but I'm feeling it
And it's for you baby
Tell me how can a girl say no
When you're calling out to me and you say

Aa-ey-ey (hey!)
I wanna see you get nasty (is that right)
I wanna see you shake yo ass, yeah (hey)
He-hey

N.A.S.T.Y, you nasty
But baby I don't mind (noh)
I love the way you're talking nasty
You know you're just my type (boy you just so nasty) (ooh)
N.A.S.T.Y, you nasty
But baby I don't mind (oh oh oh oh yeah)
Love the way you're talking nasty
You know you're just my type

What's your fantasy? (oh, nasty, nasty)
Tell them all to me (oh, nasty, nasty)
Don't you be afraid (oh, nasty, nasty)
Share your nasty secrets
Baby, hey?

Aa-ey-ey (hey!)
I wanna see you get nasty (is that right)
I wanna see you shake yo ass, yeah (hey)
He-hey

N.A.S.T.Y, you nasty
Boy you just so nasty (hey!)
N.A.S.T.Y, you nasty
But baby I don't mind
I love the way you're talking nasty
You know you're just my type (boy you just so nasty)
N.A.S.T.Y, you nasty
But baby I don't mind
Love the way you're talking nasty
Boy, you just so
Nasty

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Wiz Khalifa Ft Chevy Woods & Neako - Reefer Party

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Wiz Khalifa Ft Chevy Woods & Neako - Reefer Party Lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa]
Thousand pounds of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me like a king
Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I’m never home
Ever leave me round your bitch I’mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there’s hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll that

(Chorus)

I got a whole lot of hochie, and I’m rolling up for anyone in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

[Chevy Woods]
Quarter pound of that sour, thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
Every state we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I aint writing on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I’m cool
Them niggas smoking garbage, I’m no fool
We give 5 j’s out half zips? Nigga thats really smoking
Aint enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you gon’ smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 aint enough you need more
All this weed over here, thats 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart
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(Chorus)

[Neako]
What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I’m smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya’ll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights nonstop
You get some zips, well get some P’s
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call them G6′s
And its just me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

(Chorus)

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J. Cole - Return Of Simba

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J. Cole - Return Of Simba Lyrics

In my freshest Js, I ain’t slept in days
Girl, you gon’ make me late undressin’ me
Know you ain’t seen me since yesterday
But, see, I got a date with destiny
‘Cause this the summer that our life change
Hov asked me, “Is you ready for it?”
I looked around at all his nice things
Told him, “Nigga, you already know it”

Bitch, I’m the man of the year
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight through this bitch (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m the man of the year
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What you ‘sposed to do when the OG niggas don’t get it?
Lost what was once theirs but they won’t quit it
Homie, it’s a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers
Lemme show you how to move in a room
For the dudes that don’t got a fuckin’ clue how to do this
Prolly worked with Cube, so to them, this a Rubik
My President is black, but my jeweler’s still Jewish
So you know it cost, he makin’ a killin’ off me
Red diamonds he designin’ got me shinin’
Spotlight cover my body, my chain blindin’
A cop light runner, they wanna but can’t find him
Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island
Took the whip to the other side of Jamaica
Seen how he was livin’, said “I gotta get my weight up”
Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams
Parlayed wit’ my mans, motivated my team
Ced said, “Look, my niggas, we got a foot in”
Bein’ good is good, that’ll get you Drew Gooden
But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin’
Can’t guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden
Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley
So like him, you’ll be gone too early
Mama hands together like 6:30
And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley
All my ’90s niggas is gon’ get it
18 and under, that’s prolly gon’ take a minute
I’ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
I’ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me
At the time of this rhyme, five years ’til I know thirty
Cole World in the summer brings snow flurries
This next shit is in no way to boast
But my city love breakfast, ’cause niggas had toast early
Coach had us doin’ jumpin’ jacks
Then sent us to the water fountain after runnin’ laps
My nigga went and grabbed his bookbag, threw it on his back
And brought it to me just to show me he was fuckin’ strapped
We was twelve years old, how was we to know better?
I analyzed his life and see that he was so set up
Live by the trigger, ’cause no father figure
Means you don’t got a nigga comin’ ’round to guide a nigga
All you got is mama bringin’ home these rotten niggas
Blowin’ reefers, all the teachers do is ride a nigga
So this is who I speak fo’
To give the young niggas somethin’ they could reach fo’
You better dream, boy
Yeah, I stunt, but I’m a li’l more realer
When it come from the heart, don’t it feel mo’ iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, I’m a li’l gorilla
So pardon me, man, y’all gon’ have to pardon me
They say I rep that ‘Ville too much, but that shit just a part of me
It’s flowin’ out through my arteries, who hard as me? You JV, I’m varsity
No field trip, ain’t hard to see, this real shit, you R&B
Seen a movie wit’ yo’ bitch in it, and listen it, was starrin’ me
(Woo!) That boy Simba crazy
Hotter that Ike Turner temper, you December, maybe
And though you wish me well, I know deep down you wish I’d fail
It’s Judgment Day, I’m here to give you pussy niggas hell
And some food for thought, I can serve a plate
Wit’ dessert to take, wit’ dessert to take
Yeah, I heard the hate, but the wait is fuckin’ over
It’s like I’m fuckin’ Oprah, well worth the wait
Maybe over your head, I’m ahead of my time
Niggas scared of my future, I know they dreadin’ my prime
‘Cause I only made classics, now what that take? Timing
Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds
(Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds…)

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Bei Maejor feat J. Cole Trouble

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Bei Maejor feat J. Cole Trouble Lyrics

[Bei Maejor]
I I I I
I told you, not to wear that dress at the club tryna dance up on me
I told you, not to push that thing on me
If you know I want it

[Hook]
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)

Go up to my room, you’ve been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
You know what you doing baby
Go up to my room girl
you’ve been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
(oooh, oooh)

Baby I told you, not to wear them heels that make your legs look so sexy
I I I I
I told you
Not to wear them heels that say I’m ready come get me
Ay Ay,

They gon get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
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[J. Cole]
Yeah, invitations in the whirlwind
We both bad at it
Told myself no more hittin’ n-ggas girlfriends
Thats my old bad habit
Here you go, round that
Already know, what I’m staring at
I mean from top to bottom your body is problem so
Somebody better take care of that
And who
Better than, the n-gga let ‘em in
When your man aint home, you can let him in
Late night Letterman
I aint gon tat-a-tale
Damn your ass bad as hell

[Hook]
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)

I told you not to stare at me like that when I’m performing
I-I-I-I told you
Thats thats gon’ make us til the early morning

[Hook]

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Lloyd Banks - Start It Up

Lloyd Banks - Start It Up Lyrics featuring Kanye West, Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie, Fabolous @ Hip Hop Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - Start It Up Lyrics

[Kanye West]
What you gon do?
It’s GOOD Music and G-Unit
Ugh
Banks
Loso

[Swizz Beatz]
Ladies and Gentleman
you know they made cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute

[Lloyd Banks]
big blue, cotton city shoe
cotton candy coupe
hard knock, orphan Annie loop
off the stoop
play with me, see what the screamy do
my canary shoe,
high beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper made me hater-proof
all your thing reduce
menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin flew
my top down, I’m flashing on em
I’m passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
the (?), wanna pay them dues, now it’s back to ballin
the raps a boring dead man, I dip the casket for em
I’m back performing, I bag em
break their back, don’t call em
look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning
cash is pourin’
stunt stormin, go this out
camera phones capture everything that pictures dont.

[Swizz Beatz]
you know they made cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute

(repeated)

[Kanye West]
We keep these G’s in an alloy safe
and stash the weed in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so I’m gon be at least an hour late
I’m so fresh I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my (?) on your chest b-tch
she said “hey ‘Ye”
I said “Yes B-tch”
damn I’m only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I’m a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
don’t take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it
aint nobody f-cking with me, I plutonic’d it
bet I got some slippers on, bet go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I’m pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these b-tches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonite I’m only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said “it’s free”, I said WOWZER!
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[Chorus]

[Swizz beatz]
Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
rock the party
move ya body
wassup, wassup
everybody
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
wait a minute

[Ryan Leslie]
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh
Ladies and gentleman

[Fabolous]

Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
tryna eat, we aint finna wait
where’s da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
baddest b-tch in the states, half Spanish half trinidad
complexion Henny state
y’all aint got your business straight, track star, finna state
time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late
it’s time to make a movie let the haters watch
diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
my independant chick, I like my ladies Koch
she got an appetite for chicken, I guess I place my cock
that soft as tater top, long, try me not
under the wings, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear ‘em talking but they aint really living it
opinions are like assholes so who gives a sh-t

Chorus

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Bugatti Boyz (Diddy & Rick Ross) - Another One

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Bugatti Boyz (Diddy & Rick Ross) - Another One Lyrics

Diddy]

You n-ggas paranoid,

I party gettin’ money

I know I’m the sh-t my janitor be getting money

I got a skyscraper, it’s a hell of a view

got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe

pray for me, I grind everyday for it

if you see me riding in it, means I paid for it

Bugatti Boyz 1.8 fours

I got money baby I could order 8 more

f-ck the Forbes list lets tell the truth I ate more

I got a billion baby time to get 8 more

12 bedrooms, time to get 8 more

stack up all the cases of Ciroc on the 8th floor

Chorus

[ Rick Ross] (Diddy in brackets)

Got a hundred million

(its time to get another one)

How this Bugatti feel

(I may need me another one)

5 bad b-tches

(just got me another one)

P Diddy run the city

(never be another one)

5 mill cash

(and I need another one)

rocking a different Rollie

(no this not the other one)

Stacking a number gettin’ money

(n-gga number one)

real n-ggas run the city

(never be another one)

[Diddy]

these haters speculate

they always watching mine

she know what time it is

just like my watch line

my clothes line

the cologne b-tch

I know you smell this money sitting on this throne b-tch

I’m strong b-tch

I own sh-t

gave myself a ten digit bonus

I’m the money man, never financed

go get this money baby, with yo fine ass

if ya n-gga broke it’s time to get another one

if oyu b-tch is trippin’ time to get another one

I’m Puff Daddy b-tch there’ll never be another one

Bugatti Boyz forever one

Chorus

[Rick Ross]

I feelin’ the money

I’m lovin’ the paper

n-gga hate in the hood

took his hoe to Jamaica

if I let down the top

let the breeze in my beard

VIP is the spot, they playing musical chairs

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my Columbian the man, holla beam me up Shawty

got that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body

1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti

jewels like I’m Slick Rick

ballet shoes lade dade

I’m billin’ myself, b-tch you do the same

f-ck what I spend at the bar

you should see how I came

keep my b-tch at her best

with one foot in the trap

if I bust at your chest I bet thats a wrap

take that

Chorus

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Joe Budden Ft. Emanny - Dreamerz

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Joe Budden Ft. Emanny - Dreamerz Lyrics

[verse 1: joe budden]
check it,
more questions, more answers
more ci smoke and more cancer
more arguing, more resistance
its seems like the closer we get, its more distance
more angles, a million different looks
was on the same page, just in different books
theres so much i want to say but i got no ground
cause we ain’t break up, more like broke down
now that’s pain and torture
add that with restraining orders
then add the soul of my slain daughter
none of this is how we planned it to be
one big insanity plea
shit could never end amicably
i miss you trying
you probably think don’t think i try too
when you stubborn and prideful
not much is insightful
but god was trying to show me something he aint think that i knew
sometimes shit that doesn’t breathe can die too

[hook: emanny]
were we just dreamerz?
waiting for our shot to shoot to the moon
were we just dreamerz?
spending our lives trying to see this thing through
waiting to fly away
waiting to fly away
waiting to fly away
waiting to fly away
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[verse 2: joe budden]
how we go from thoughts of marriage
thoughts of me copping carrots
talks of what we’d name her while shopping for a carriage
but when the dream stopped, who knew you’d see me like a savage
that you dreamt of vacations, but only woke up with baggage
all you ever did was love me, and look at where it got you
and when you wanted more, all i did was say i’m not you
i’m selfish not selfless, and i say that with love
so in essence you’re asking for what i’m incapable of
so now i find i’m going over choices i ain’t even made yet
were we clouded by good times of great sex?
running fast towards an unknown fate
that altered when i introduced you to my unknown traits
in your dreams, seems you had me pegged as another man
but in mine, only you would understand
in http://www.hiphoplyrics.info/ our minds we were perfect
we witnessed our dream get murdered
now reality is on trial and we both awaiting the verdict

[bridge 1: joe budden]
but you’ll always be close to me
though you said this ain’t how it’s supposed to be
what we had was so real
but you said i don’t care
never thought this day would come
you said you gave your all and was left with none
but we can both be spared
but you don’t think thats fair, thats fair

[hook]

[verse 3: joe budden]
you can’t see how you ever began to like a liar
you lost track of all the little things that i admired
but when the peace left, i knew we might retire
thinking man, i live upstairs, i’m something like somaya
got memories, but at what point are they lost
you say we could work through it, at what point is it forced?
we shoulda never rushed
cause it’s like now we at a point where you won’t never trust
and for me i cant believe thats all we ever was
the high’s gone, need a better buzz
cause we sleep in the same bed, but we never touch
my solution to every beef is to revisit
though we’ll have the same emotions we won’t be so livid
won’t be so vivid
i think your girl secretly applauded our drama
we don’t need those critics
we owe it to go over our foundation with a keen eye
sad part to say you never have the same dream twice

[bridge 2: emanny]
we let love and all its possibility
take us from reality
made it hard to see that
we were bound together
just to cover up the pain
im wishing the skies were rain
and wipe all my thoughts away
cause im tired of dreaming

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MC Chris - White Kids Love Hip Hop

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MC Chris White Kids Love Hip Hop Lyrics

white kids love hip hop and disc jocks, go-carts and fist fights, getting drunk on bud
then getting high like a pitch pipe. are you an mc chris type; a hip hop lovin’ half pint?
then just turn on your heartlight. a bunsen burner barfly. this is our time blast it from
the boombox, liberate the goondocks, saw your cousin in a tube top, bust a nugget in a
tube sock. it’s tupac, it’s big pop, it’s hip hop, it don’t stop. I love that song,
I love that groove. motherfucker, well I can’t help but move. so if you don’t mind, if it’s
alright with you I’m gonna get in the electric slide line just to prove that:

[Chorus – white kids love hip hop x3]
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white kids love hip hop and axel, tractors and rambo, playing unreal tournament with
infinite ammo. taggers and vandals in black socks and sandals, doin as many drugs as they
can motherfuckin’ handle. skippin’ school, breakin’ rules and flippin the bird, fast food
cartoons after ittin’ some erb. freakin dem flirts, making’m pur till it hurts, just a
couple nerds clockin’ the curbs, a couple a words about my nilla wiggas, packin peters
that are measured in milimeters. we don’t talk in the theaters like we’re siskel and ebert.
we drink box wine and we listen to weezer.

[Back to Chorus]

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SBTRKT ft. Little Dragon & Drake - Wildfire

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SBTRKT ft. Little Dragon & Drake Wildfire Lyrics

[Drake - Verse 1]
Wassup, real nigga doing real stuff
Get a lot of money, you could never get enough
And you know the new shit sounds so tough
So and so just walked on, so what?
I don’t really vibe with a lot of these niggas
I aint really into giving more than one chance, girl
I already tried with a lot of these niggas
F-ck that, that team dont know real, whats that?
That can’t be from here
That can’t be what they believe in, is the best shit fo the year
Thats that fake shit, thats that fake shit
That that top row of veneer
Just when they getting impatient
When I make a World premiere
Uh, damn, word, Award shows coming
Make sure you spell that shit right
Make sure they give me all the credit I deserve
Make sure the good stuff’s still in that Sprite
They watch us make that shit into a song
Ya aint livin’ that boy stop stealin’ that life
Anything could happen when I do see ya
Guess it all depends on how I’m feelin’ that night
Okay, live my life in hotels
Bitch better have my room right
If they kill me, bury me a legend
Bitch better have my tomb right
Ahh, this is perfect for the women that I love before
I love em all, I just love me more
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I could bet all of the riches that I ever have
Rush in the night like a shockwave wouldn’t be bad
If I had to ? cause of the ? that run up my back
You must ? nothing else can leave me of track

Hey, yeaaaah
You’re like a wildfire
Got me rising high
You’re innocence
Drowning in, would you save me?
It’s a crime if you don’t
? By the throat

I could bet all of the riches that I ever have
Rush in the night like a shockwave wouldn’t be bad

Hey, yeaaaah
You’re like a wildfire
You got me rising high
You’re innocence
Drowning in, would you save me?
It’s a crime if you don’t
? By the throat

You’re innocence
Drowning in, would you save me?
It’s a crime if you don’t
? By the throat
(repeated)

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Big Sean - What Goes Around

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Big Sean What Goes Around Lyrics

Understand that what goes around comes around

And I don’t ever wanna come down
Baby, tell me it’s time to go
Tell me I gotta leave, then tell me I gotta stay
Tell me I’m all you need

Understand that what goes around comes around

And I don’t ever wanna come down
So, baby, tell me who the best
Tell me it’s not me
Tell me I gotta go, then tell me I’m all you need

[Big Sean - Verse 1]
Understand, I am
The renowned, newest talk of the town
When errybody talk and just keeps on talkin’ about
Wassup? Tellin’ girls “You should call if you down”
And if my phone doesn’t ring, then leave it after the pound
‘Cause I be up in the air, more than I do on the ground
My city is on my hat, and I’m wearin’ it like a crown (Westside)
You’re now rockin’ wit’ somebody on they f-ckin’ bidness
Watch me do it big, no pun intended (Boi)
See, I done seen nights turn to days
Love turn to hate, hugs turn to laids
Niggas turn to sirs, Andre to Spades
‘Cause when it turns real, that’s when everybody turns fake
Instead of sayin’ f-ck all ‘a y’all and turning away
Man, I was cool enough to say “F-ck it” and let ‘em stay
F-ck, I hate to say I told you so
So buying rounds is my way of saying “Told you, ho”
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Understand that what goes around comes around

And I don’t ever wanna come down
Baby, tell me it’s time to go
Tell me I gotta leave, then tell me I gotta stay
Tell me I’m all you need

Understand that what goes around comes around

And I don’t ever wanna come down
So, baby, tell me who the best
Tell me it’s not me
Tell me I gotta go, then tell me I’m all you need

[Big Sean - Verse 2]
Now, I can’t tell what’s a better accessory
My new watch, or the chick that’s standin’ right next to me
Killin’ niggas at rap, but being the man’s my specialty
I love shitting on all my exes especially
Double shots, then re-reload
Let’s toast to the interns that made it to CEO
Boss player, collectin’ every single check that’s owed out
Puttin’ on a show until everything is sold out
Man, I’m chillin’ wit’ Jays, ‘Ye’s, and Common Senses
It’s crazy when legends are peers and your competition
I would hate to be a almost nigga
I call ya that, ’cause you gossip like y’all almost bitches
You know, went to school with Jay, and was almost Jigga
Or hooped against LeBron and would almost get ‘im
Y’all niggas make me realize how good almost isn’t
Would hate to look back on my life and say “I almost did it”
F-ck that, reflectin’ on the last chain I bought
They on my tracks, waitin’ on the next train of thought
Visualizin’ how the crown might be
Got the whole rap game tryna sound like me

Understand that what goes around comes around

And I don’t ever wanna come down
Baby, tell me it’s time to go
Tell me I gotta leave, then tell me I gotta stay
Tell me I’m all you need

Understand that what goes around comes around

And I don’t ever wanna come down
So, baby, tell me who the best
Tell me it’s not me
Tell me I gotta go, then tell me I’m all you need

This dedicated to my ex girls, both of ‘em
It’s also dedicated to everybody who be talkin’ shit behind my back
And then when I see y’all, y’all act like “Awww, I’m so happy for you”
That’s some bitch-ass shit, nigga

Understand that what goes around comes around
(This also dedicated to everybody who’s f-ckin’ winnin’ today)
And I don’t ever wanna come down
Baby, tell me it’s time to go
(Everybody gettin’ it)
(After niggas said you couldn’t get it)

Understand that what goes around comes around
And I don’t ever wanna come down
(G.O.O.D. Music and the best)
So, baby, tell me who the best
(No I.D.!)

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Drake - Dreams Money Can Buy

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Drake Dreams Money Can Buy Lyrics

Don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me

[Drake - Verse 1]
I got car money, fresh start money
I want Saudi money, I want art money
I want women to cry and pour out their heart for me
And tell me how much they hate it when they apart from me
Yeh, and lately I do bitches the meanest
Tell em I love em and don’t ever mean it
We go on dates I send the Maybach out the neighbourhoods, they never seen it
That shit is dangerous but it so convenient
I aint lying, yeah
And comfortable I sit
That manual Ferrari Italian, some fly shit
It’s sittin’ at the house like I bought it in ’9-6
Cause honestly I’m too f-cking busy to drive stick
I swear, too f-cking busy, too busy f-cking
This nigga girl, but to me she wasn’t
Been hot before they open doors for me
Preheated oven, I’m in this so
But I aint finished though
It’s been a minute though
My newest girl back home, got issues with parents
And some charges, how the f-ck can I get her to Paris
Luckilly, I’m the greatest my country’s ever seen
So chances are I get the border to issue me clearance
Dreams money can buy
Everybody yelled surprised I wasn’t surprised
Thats only cause I been waitin’ on it, nigga
So f-ck whoever hatin on a nigga
Of course

Don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Don’t…
http://www.hiphoplyrics.info/2011/05/drake-dreams-money-can-buy.html
Food from India, she in Charlotte Olympia’s
We talked music for hours she never mentioned ya
Can’t tell you how much I love when niggas think they got it
And I love the fact that line made ‘em think about it
YMCMB these niggas make it so hard to be friendly when I know part of it’s envy
Tryna fill the shoes, nigga so far these are empty
I take ‘em off in the house because the throw carpets are Fendi
Ohh, I never seen the car you claim to drive
Shit I seen it, you just aint inside
And I feel like lately I went from top 5 to remaining 5
My favourite rappers either lost it or they aint alive
And they tryna bring us down me, Weezy and Stunna
We stayed up, Christmas lights in the middle of summer
And if the girl standing next to me got a fat ass
Then I’ll probably give her my number
Yeah, I throw my dollars up high
And they land on the stage, dance on
We got company coming over
Would it kill you to put some pants on
Dreams money can buy
They told me it’s like a high, it wasnt a lie
Yeah, just have some good p-ssy waiting on a nigga
And f-ck whoever hatin’ on a nigga

Don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Don’t…

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Chris August - Candy Wrap

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Chris August - Candy Wrap Lyrics

i love cand, i love candy the taste the taste it makes me feel so grandy the tart the bitter, the sour and sweet. i like it all so come on and let a brother eat.
cuz its the 15th and i just got payed im working hard for my money to fu-fill what i crave. not girls or cars or power and respect but to have all the candy one could possibly collect. in my back yard, in a fort that i built it has three cand isles and a freezer full of milk turned ice cream, mixed with oreos and some butter finger bebes, oh that sounds great. give me two give me three matter fact give me four, gallons of the mess they make my belly hit the floor, ill eat it rawr untill my teeth are rot. just to see the center of that tootsie roll pop.
i love candy, i love candy the taste the taste it makes me feel so grandy the tart the bitter the sour and sweet nothing like some candy make a brother want to eat.
i murder trans fat yet i have sams belly, i spread jelly on my deli dissapears like macavelli. bam its gone and its just not funny. i ate so much i got a cramp in my tummy. i went swimmin, nothin like a smmer snack. ill eat it under water, just like a shark attack. while im sun-bathing, come on i need a hand, okay ill come back from my fantasy land. back here to my house in candy land. where im the prince, the queen, and you know the king. and i kick back, whit the sweet tart neckalace bling. and top it off with a big ol ring. pop it in your mouth till the flavor dies. when it all runs out, you'll see a grown man cry. i ised to beg, but now i eat, you know i make my money just to buy my treats.http://www.hiphoplyrics.info/2011/05/chris-august-candy-wrap.html
i love candy, i love candy, the taste the taste it makes me feel so grandy, the tart the bitter the sour and sweet, nothin like some candy make a brother wanna eat. bring it down.
i finish my sandwich so i can have my pudding, i swallow whole reese cups, you ask how could he. i tunnel the funnel cakes down the right pipe. how could i be wrong if it tastes so right. if you didnt know let me bring you the news, im a skinny dude with a love for food. if you dont understand, this should give you a clue. chris is to kit-kats like women are to shoes. a smart healthy snack, what does that even mean?your diet is wack, mines like a real life dream. a six foot twix playing tag in the park.and a sugar daddy yeallin, son be home before dark

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Ace Hood Ft. Sean McGee - Number 1

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Ace Hood Ft. Sean McGee - Number 1 Lyrics

[chorus:]
i can tell by her walk
she love a real niggers style
and i can see in her eyes,
that she gone hold a nigger down
shawty fire for real and ain’t afraid of steal
my number one draft pick
now baby how do you feel?

baby, i’m that nigger number one at everythang
that type to blow your brains
and show you things you’ve never seen.
that’s right!
here’s my black card, go ahead and make it rain,
shawty i am the game, h double o, d the name
she love a real nigger and allergic to lames
i make her bag the work, have her attracted to cane
trips on personal plains, plus she’s there with the brain,
cash money and [?]
drop it off in the range!
http://www.hiphoplyrics.info/2011/05/ace-hood-ft-sean-mcgee-number-1.html
[chorus:]
i can tell by her walk
she love a real niggers style
and i can see in her eyes,
that she gone hold a nigger down
shawty fire for real and ain’t afraid of steal
my number one draft pick
now baby how do you feel?
number one, hey oh,
number one,
number one, my number one girl!
number one, hey oh,
number one,
number one, my number one girl!

so tell me how it feels,
you’re fucking with the real,
no faking in my bones,
hundred per cent trill,
i never seen a dollar, juts big face bills,
i call her boo-panana now watch the top peel
a real bitch with me,
she keep her mouth sealed,
every respect [?]
pistol cocked for the kill
heart softer than [?],
[?] flaunted by will
now that’s a ride or die, that’s why she on my line

[chorus:]
i can tell by her walk
she love a real niggers style
and i can see in her eyes,
that she gone hold a nigger down
shawty fire for real and ain’t afraid of steal
my number one draft pick
now baby how do you feel?
number one, hey oh,
number one,
number one, my number one girl!
number one, hey oh,
number one,
number one, my number one girl!

i can call her gangster (gangster) i like her,
if i sit it down,
write a letter sure you write back,
right there, do my work if i need her,
take that,
she plays no games she brings all my cake back

[chorus:]
i can tell by her walk
she love a real niggers style
and i can see in her eyes,
that she gone hold a nigger down
shawty fire for real and ain’t afraid of steal
my number one draft pick
now baby how do you feel?
number one, hey oh,
number one,
number one, my number one girl!
number one, hey oh,
number one,
number one, my number one girl!

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Wale Ft. Meek Mill, Pill & Rick Ross - By Any Means

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Wale Ft. Meek Mill, Pill & Rick Ross - By Any Means Lyrics

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335

[Meek Mill]
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
We chargin’ you niggas up you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them
You loving the same b-tch, my whole team poppin’
My hundred dough, I’m wherever that money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin’ 4
F-ck n-ggas we dont f-ck with dough
Bad b-tches never lets them know
Keep them round but never trust them, no
This 62 so comfortable
I’m a field n-gga, you a house n-gga
I’m a real n-gga and you’s a mouse n-gga
Code rat, which means you go red
But I don’t knock you I just blame it on your head

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
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[Wale]
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some n-ggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them n-ggas we moving, tell them n-ggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my n-ggas sunni
They burn on every block,
Snitches aint got no heart
Shit ain’t been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don’t land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest top
She said these n-ggas out here prayin’ she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcom Little ‘fore he converted
I’m on my dean and inshallah I’ma get her right,
On the Bible you Quran (can run) but you can’t hide

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

[Pill]
Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre lives
Teaching to Shabazz that’s Malik on behind the grass
corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask’
Aint better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
Malcolm ? platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
My religion the kitchens, papa formulas
Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
N-ggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
It’s hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge Was obtained, F-ck your chains and your master n-gga
We in the field building muscle while you watch the house
And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

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