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Hey, I can be the answer I’m ready to dance when the vamp up And when I hit that dip get your camera You could see I been that bitch since the Pamper And that I am that young sis the beacon The bitch who wants to compete and -I can freak a fit that pump with the peep and -You know what your bitch become when her weave in -I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and Sit in that lunch if youre treatin -Kick it with your bitch who come from Parisian -She know where I get mine from, and the season -Now she wanna lick my plum in the evenin -And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in -I guess that cunt getting eaten I was in the 212 On the uptown A Nigga you know what’s up Or don’t you? Word to who made ya I’m a rude bitch nigga What are you made up of? I’m a eat your food up boo I could bust your 8 I’m-a do one too Fuck ya gon do? When you do make bucks I’m a look right nigga Bet you do want to fuck! Fuck him like you do want to cum Youre gay to get discovered in my 2 1 deuce Cock-a-lickin in the water by the blue bayou Caught the warm goo In your du-rag too son? Nigga, you’re a kool-aid dude Plus your bitch might lick it Wonder who let you come to 1 2 With your doo-doo crew son Fuck are you into, huh? Niggas better oooh-run-run You could get shot homie If you do want to put your guns up Tell your crew don’t front I’m a hoodlum nigga You know you were too once... Bitch, I’m bout to blew up too I’m the one today I’m the new shit boo Yung Rapunzel Who are you bitch, new lunch? I’m a ruin you cunt A-yo, A-yo I heard you ridin with the same tall, tall tale Tellin em you made some Sayin you grindin but you aint goin nowhere! Why procrastinate girl? You got a lot, but you just waste all yours and Theyll forget your name soon And wont nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah What you gon do when I appear? W-W-when I premiere? Bitch the end of your lives are near This shit been mine, mine! Bitch I’m in the 212 With the fif cocked nigga Its the 2 1 zoo Fuck ya gon do When ya goon sprayed up Bet his bitch wont get him Betcha you wont do much! See, even if you do want to bust Your bitch’ll get you cut and touch your crew up too, Pop You playing with your butter Like your boo won’t true Cock the gun, too Where you do eat poom, hun I’m fuckin with ya cutie q What’s your dick like homie? What are you into? What’s the run dude? Where do you wake up? Tell your bitch keep hatin I’m the new one two, huh? See I remember you when you were The young new face but you do like to Slumber don’t you? Now your boo up too hun Im-a ruin you, cunt! What you gon do when I appear? W-W-when I premiere? Bitch the end of your lives are near This shit been mine, mine!
Jay-Z Freestyle Yeah yall this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex 60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do Motherfucker, yeah you dont stop You wont quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it Kick that Willie shit well, cause Im really gonna do it The voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it? Most niggas is locked or in the box with embalming fluid Thats how I get it locked when I come through in the V You rap niggas on the radio dont do it for me Insert the removable face, place the CD Your Prince, cause you rap dudes dont make sense Talk about bitten lines Nigga I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mine Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed Tryin to indirectly, effect me, directly Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw Nigga Im straight gutta, let me remind you Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you I do anything when I put my mind to it A whole lot more when I put the nine to it I flow shit blow shit smash shit tow shit On some sho shit hose it down totally and you knows this man Keep niggas in awe with the old shit No shit, and I dont give a fuck who you go get I fold shit like poker, smack em around On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what? Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay? No mo shit, Cristals get dough shit Shoot my pistols on the reg, Im on some double-fo shit Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit Im pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit Cause after all, whats my name, oh shit! Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we dont stop Yall wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like me Every Tom Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami Drink Cristal, play diamonds in his wristal Sell fish scale, yall niggas love this style Wannabe players, Jay-Zs official Been through out, I could tell you what to do and how to do it Foundation is layed, we can take this to the top baby girl If youre not afraid, the world is watchin Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your drawers Think they hurtin me, ha hah I keep you ill and traced out, tennis brace style Cartier watch my diamond face style Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out Chase you upstairs singing Lets Play House Drop a seed in her, little life to breathe in her Wanna boy so to be sure, I ODd in her His days are laced in Caesar Leguars All the chicks jealous at the baby showers Beatch! How we do, Funk Flex, yeah Brooklyn
Whats good? was the question Tell em tuck the chains in your chest and Peeps wanna sleep on Steve like the Westin Rip if the script is cheap or investin Philly on the grind, our boys get it crackin Might light shit up like its Jackson Cats with a past, down for some action Hit on the pitch and swing with a passion Cashin out down on Passyunk Grow from row homes to mansions Get it from our mom, were homegrown and handsome Flow on hostage, throw up the ransom Dancin up, 2 Streetin With a strong disdain for the weaklins Spit that heat or stick with that freakin So I guess that shits worth repeatin I guess that shits worth repeatin I guess that shits worth repeatin... I was in the 215 It was 5 on 1, made it through alive Never did cry, never lose my stride If a dude acts bitch, just ruins the vibe Full cup, got juice for 5 All my boys on 1, kept 2 on the side Still been fly, shotgun in the ride Or getting brain, left lane, North 95 Nicetown to the streets in the West While ya stunt in the cut, feel that beat in your chest Catch fade in the place where the Prince been Fresh A little something to sweat, rep hard to the death Set it off like Kane til there ain’t nothing left Bank roll on check, ill chain on my neck Never cared for the fame but retain respect Showin out like the Linc, blowin up like the Vet, yes I’m from the city of LOVE Little brother to the game, give my haters a hug Got me saving me gay rap like I’m sent from above Homicide on the mic like I bled in my gloves I’m that boss dude steppin’ on dub Ever since 83, been fresher than Dove Rap like the days with the Roc in the club So fuck going pop, I want props from thugs We’re born red, birth suit and then some Birds gear Somebody trynna disrespect, they got some nerve here I’m cum laude, you’re a junior on some third year We need half a reason, better get ya words clear Born and raised might’ve grazed but kept my roots down We on that Meek, Beans, Eve, we in that Roots town Fever kinda ill, better keep my cool now Known for being chill, bout to act a fool now 215 shit, bring that noise Rowdy ladies, raunchy boys Put ya drinks up, slam that down Light ya Dutch up, pass my crown 215 shit, bring that noise Rowdy ladies, raunchy boys Put ya drinks up, slam that down Light ya Dutch up, pass my crown Yeah we in the 215 What you know bout this when the crews collide Dudes been sly, but when the truth arrives Better ask bout Ciz, no shit to hide And who are you, where do you reside? What’s your life-line dude, how do you survive? How you get by? Who’s your main provide? Never come for the truth when you’re living a lie Real talk, dude you can’t deny Who the truth in the booth with proof supplied This the shit that we do and we dont even try If my city ain’t raw then somebody been lyin’ Yeah, that home of the live shit West side, on with that fly shit North Philly, stunt in the ride shit South Philly, ride till we die on... 215 shit, bring that noise Raunchy ladies, rowdy boys Put ya drinks up, slam that down Light ya Dutch up, pass my crown 215 shit, bring that noise Raunchy ladies, rowdy boys Put ya drinks up, slam that down Light ya Dutch up, pass my crown
I wanna be drunk when I wake up On the right side of the wrong bed And never an excuse I made up Tell you the truth I hate What didnt kill me It never made me stronger at all Love will scar your make-up, lip sticks to me So now I maybe lean back there Im sat here wishing I was sober I know Ill never hold you like I used to But a house gets cold when you cut the heating Without you to hold Ill be freezing Cant rely on my heart to beat in Cause you take parts of it every evening Take words out of my mouth just from breathing Replace with phrases like when youre leaving me Should I, should I? Maybe Ill get drunk again Ill be drunk again Ill be drunk again To feel a little love I wanna hold your heart in both hands Not watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can And I got no plans for the weekend So should we speak then Keep it between friends Though I know youll never love me like you used to There may be other people like us Who see the flicker of the clipper when they light up Flames just create us but burns dont heal like before And you dont hold me anymore On cold days cold plays out like the bands name I know I cant heal things with a hand shake You know I cant change as I began saying You cut me wide open like landscape Open bottles of beer but never champagne To applaud you with the sound that my hands make Should I, should I? Maybe Ill get drunk again Ill be drunk again Ill be drunk again To feel a little love All by myself Im here again All by myself You know Ill never change All by myself All by myself Im just drunk again Ill be drunk again Ill be drunk again To feel a little love
I wanna be drunk when I wake up On the right side of the wrong bed And every excuse I made up Tell you the truth I hate What didnt kill me It never made me stronger at all Love will scar your make-up lip sticks to me So now Ill maybe leave back there Im sat here wishing I was sober I know Ill never hold you like I used to But our house gets cold when you cut the heating Without you to hold Ill be freezing Cant rely on my heart to beat it Cause you take part of it every evening Take words out of my mouth just from breathing Replace with phrases like when youre leaving me Should I, should I? Maybe Ill get drunk again Ill be drunk again Ill be drunk again To feel a little love I wanna hold your heart in both hands Ill watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can And Ive got no plans for the weekend So shall we speak then Keep it between friends Though I know youll never love me like you used to There maybe other people like us You see the flicker of the clip when they light up Flames just create us, burns dont heal like before You dont hold me anymore On cold days Coldplays out like the bands the name I know I cant heal things with a hand shake You know I cant change as I began saying You cut me wide open like landscape Open bottles of beer but never champagne Well applaud you with the sound that my hands make Should I, should I? Maybe Ill get drunk again Ill be drunk again Ill be drunk again To feel a little love All by myself Im here again All by myself You know Ill never change All by myself All by myself Im just drunk again Ill be drunk again Ill be drunk again To feel a little love
Oh my god i like to fuck dogs. get over it

Dataset Card for "huggingartists/lazy-jay"

Dataset Summary

The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

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Languages

en

How to use

How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:

from datasets import load_dataset

dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/lazy-jay")

Dataset Structure

An example of 'train' looks as follows.

This example was too long and was cropped:

{
    "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}

Data Fields

The data fields are the same among all splits.

  • text: a string feature.

Data Splits

train validation test
6 - -

'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:

from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np

datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/lazy-jay")

train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03

train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])

datasets = DatasetDict(
    {
        'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
        'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
        'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
    }
)

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Source Data

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Considerations for Using the Data

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Citation Information

@InProceedings{huggingartists,
    author={Aleksey Korshuk}
    year=2021
}

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