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ebah | I'm hella mixed up, yes, I know
A lot of good and bad stuff as I grow
So now that I gotta live life when I'm both all I can say
What's my name? EBAH!
EBAH! (Come on)
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart!
Fucking right, I'm a maniac and I'm loving it
Call me anything but my motherfucking government
I can love a bit, no, a big my love'll get
But in my brain I stay insane and I'm always on some other shit!
Really wanna fuck a bitch, E.B. can't get enough of this
See me take what I stuck her with then I gotta run and give it to another chick
Gutter trick, suck a dick! State the texture of a brick
Making them Magnum rubbers split, what a prick, the brother's sick!
Now back to my love, like to go there
Even when it's annoying like long nose hair
I can so share my heart in the cold air
And it's no fair, the size of it is so rare
Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched death rhymes
Take me light and my darkness will take your breath time
Call me Chakra-tease or you can call me Tech N9ne
But since I found my new sinister out of respect I'm
What's my name?
What's my name?
What's my name?
EBAH!
What's my name?
What's my name?
EBAH!
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Liberate me, Lord
I'm an angel and on this wicked planet nobody understands my angle is love
I was sent from above, but I've landed in blood
Psycho bandit, I've become a frightful damage and scuffed
Missile you Mitchells are misinformed and mixed in the middle of my menace
Murderous, Michael Myers' my mimic
Mom, you made a monster, I'm making minions in minutes
Money motivated mishap asmodeus monikers mended
Feel like I'm on Molly, heart as big as my body
When a hottie gets naughty, it's racing like a Ferrari
My obese heart swelling when it beats hard, telling me
To freak, not willing, like a beast, I'm yelling
Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched death rhymes
Take me light and my darkness will take your breath time
Call me chakra-tease or you can call me Tech N9ne
But since I found my new sinister out of respect I'm
What's my name?
What's my name?
EBAH!
What's my name
What's my name?
EBAH!
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
My heart, smell like, vanilla icing
If slicing my chest open, a light beam of nice things
Of Christ brings bright wings, placement from thy king
Night seems, right around the corner in my dreams
Horse shit, piss and human puke is this smell
To whom ever wondered my level, this is hell
Inside my crown I kill a gangster with fecies pig tail
And I'll live 137 years like Ishmael
Yeah.. Nigga, it ain't misspelled
E.B.A.H, there go creepy A. Yates
Using women as a bait, and they face, fishscale!
Just another nut, all the others suck
Sweet as a buttercup and fake as a rubber duck
Evil brain, angel heart, yes, I utter much
And I never cover up, why? (I'm a Klusterfuk)
What's my name? EBAH!
What's my name? EBAH!
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart |
santa coming christmas spirit | Merry Christmas, bitch! Yeah!
Oh my God, yeah!
Oh my God, Santa Claus is coming here
Oh my God, I need some presents
Oh my God, I seen Santa
His reindeers and oh my God
He's flying there, they're everywhere
Santa Claus, where are you? I'm Based
Is Santa Based? Is Santa Claus Based?
Oh my God, Santa's coming with his reindeer
Down the chimney, coming here, coming here
I need some toys, coming here'
I need a DVD player, yeah
Santa Claus, where you at? Santa Claus, I need you
Where you at? Santa Claus? Reindeers, where you at?
Reindeers, where you at? Santa Claus, I need you
Hundred thousand! Santa Claus
Hundred thousand! Santa Claus
Santa Claus, I'm eight Ewing
Little boss, I'm eight Ewing
Where's Santa Claus?
I wrote Santa a letter last night
I wrote Santa
I wrote Santa
I wrote Santa a letter for Christmas
I told him I want everything that's the business
I told him I want a million dollars
Hundred million, eight Ewing, and a couple toy scholars
And a couple Spider Man toys, and a couple comic books
Marvel books, Marvel comics, X-Men, yes ma'am
Phoenix, oh my God, Phoenix, oh my God
Sonic the Hedgehog, Bugsby
Oh my God, Sega Genesis |
your bitch | Твоя сука такая тупая, что хочется выстрелить
Твоя сука так низко летает, что моя сука — истребитель
Твоя сука такая смешная, что стрём её высмеять
И ей не тягаться с моей, не тягаться с моей сучкой
Твоя сука такая тупая, что хочется выстрелить
Твоя сука так низко летает, что моя сука — истребитель
Твоя сука такая смешная, что стрём её высмеять
И ей не тягаться с моей, не тягаться с моей сучкой
Твоя сука настолько тупая
Я в кодеине желудок купаю (опять!)
Моя девочка пахнет
Будто бы в ней свежая мята с оттенками рая (о, черт!)
Твоя сука тупая
Она встала, зависнув на нас, не моргая (она в натуре тупая?!)
А мы те, кто сгорает
Моя сучка не торт, она дар Адоная
Я курю Лимонад, твоя виснет у стойки
В тряпку молчит и мечтает о койке (мне похуй!)
Моя сучка такая родная
Что крутит мне сплиф без прослойки
На языке — дорога в ад
Все твои суки для меня — всего лишь груда баррикад
Я не купаюсь в этом море, мне плевать, я ренегат
И я умру за свою стаю, и мой нрав не виноват (о, черт!)
Закрой свою пасть
Твоя сука тут и рядом не стояла и не встанет
Рты твоих шкур тут закрылись как ставни
Когда моя девочка рядом порхала
Рядом порхала
Когда моя девочка рядом порхала
Рядом порхала
Когда моя девочка рядом порхала (Скрип-Скрип!)
Твоя сука такая тупая, что хочется выстрелить (выстрелить!)
Твоя сука так низко летает, что моя сука — истребитель
Твоя сука такая смешная, что стрём её высмеять
И ей не тягаться с моей, не тягаться с моей сучкой (сучкой)
Твоя сука такая тупая, что хочется выстрелить
Твоя сука так низко летает, что моя сука — истребитель
Твоя сука такая смешная, что стрём её высмеять
И ей не тягаться с моей, не тягаться с моей сучкой |
hello 2016 | Brr, brr
Damn
Lil Pump
They callin' my phone, I'm like hello (brr)
They callin' my phone, I'm like hello (huh)
They callin' my phone and it's Metro (Metro)
I'm ballin' so hard like Carmelo (Carmelo)
I'm fuckin' your bitch on the L-O (brr)
They callin' my phone, I'm like hello (hello)
They callin' my phone, I'm like hello (brr)
They callin' my phone and it's Metro
They callin' my phone and it's Metro (they calling my phone...)
I'm ballin' so hard like Carmelo
I'm ballin' so hard like Carmelo (brr)
I'm fuckin' your bitch on the L-O |
last hope | They do it every time man
Every time
Every time they do it to me
I gotta make it out and move quickly
Can't allow the past to restrict me
Bet this time around they won't skip me
I am the last hope, (The Champ!)
Won't hesitate not even for a second
The hustle has become an obsession
I'm on the frontlines with my weapon
I am the last hope
Damn, I went through it again
After telling everybody I wouldn't do it again
I kinda feel like I let my people down (yup)
But to get them right, I got's to pick myself up (come on)
When I heard this beat and hook, it was so raw (uhh)
Looked in the mirror, didn't like what I saw, (uhh)
All I could say was: ahh man shit gotta change (forreal!)
Either get it right or take one to the brain (blam!)
But y'all know the pain that I went through daily, (woooh)
Tryna stay sane through the rain, y'all hear me
I'm slippin', fallin', can't get up
But this time I'm outta control, I don't give a fuck!
For the thugs!, I'm the last hope for the team (come on!)
I'm the reason why some niggas, gotta hope and a dream (come on!)
These cats know what's good, I am the hood (Aii)
I ain't hoping that they don't, I wish a nigga would (come on!)
I gotts to do it for me, or do it for them, (yeah)
I ain't playing with this shit, Im'ma do it to win
Know I can do it again, (come on) cause I did it before
With little to no effort, and y'all niggas knew the score (for real)
First album dropped in May, second in December
Over platinum in one year like, y'all don't remember, (come on)
Only nigga who's first 5 albums debuted at number 1
And you wonder why I call you son (my son)
I just begun, to get started, with the hardest part of it all
Is to climb a slippery wall and, still don't fall
Break down and call up to God, when it gets to hard
I know you ain't gonn' let me go now!!(please) You brought me too far
Showed me I was as a star, all my life
I know it, all it right, before I, call it a night
I'mma thank you for it all, the blessings and the curses
And I hope you listening, there's a lesson in the verses
Yeah
Does it bother me?
Yeah off course it bothers me
Cause it's not who I am, I'm not you know, the person the media portrays me to be, ya mean? |
wigs | Wigs on the floor
Wigs, wigs on the floor
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Frankie motherfuckin' P
Oh we got another one (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah (Ayy, ayy)
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
I got her twerkin' like a champ, hang with nothin' but winners (Yeah)
Wig on the floor, her head is pickin' up splinters (That's right)
All these bitches badder than Dennis the Menace (Yeah)
I got Eman and Rally turnin' up in the Sprinter (Woo)
This her first time at Starlets, she got booty and dinner
Hope tonight, the bartender turn into the strippers (Right)
Hope tonight, the bartender turn into the strippers (Right)
Hope tonight, the bartender turn into the strippers (Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh)
When I go to Jue Lan they walk me through the kitchen (Yeah)
I might pull off in the Lamb' and just cause a collision (Yeah)
Got Natalia on the phone, she give me jewelry that glisten (Yeah)
I know T Ferg couldn't see this happenin' from a prison
Man, I hardly wear with my chains, I just hate the attention
I should put 'em in to MoMA for our exhibition (Yeah)
I'm the 2000 Luke, 'case you didn't peep the vision (That's right)
Pop it, work it different, shake it for this intermission (Ooh, ooh)
Everybody get your wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor (Ayy)
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor (Ayy)
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor (Ayy)
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor (Ayy)
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor (Ayy)
(Bend it over, put your), (Ayy)
I hop up on the dick like a choo-choo train
Niggas fall in love, I only hit him when I want some brain
Rich niggas they at me, wanna cuff me, where's my wedding ring?
Real nigga, he fuck me like a dog, he say this pussy tame
A hater, I don't see her 'cause the money in the wizzay
Need them thousands in my bank account, he ate me like a Payday
When it's payday, every day-day, we go cray-cray, shout out Dae-Dae
Spendin' blue face, he gon' eat this ass and watch it up in Blu-ray
Bands in my purse, deuce deuce, in my D-cup
Pussy juice-juice, scare that nigga quick, hiccup
Ice keep me cold but this thirty is my heater
Bitch ain't got no manners, she a bird, that lil' Felicia
Bro you know the vibe, A$AP gang, don't try
I got mob ties, bitches phony, switchin' sides
Ho couldn't even see me if she had a third eye
Ghost ride, bougie attitude, you try me then you die
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Wig on the floor, wig on the floor
(Bend it over, put your)
Ayy
Asian Doll, I'm the hardest fuckin' doll, ayy
I'm a savage, I'm so motherfuckin' spoiled , ayy
Wanna diss me, in this rap I'm pullin' cards, ayy
I be dustin' hoes, they need a bodyguard, ayy
Put your wig on the motherfuckin' floor, bitch
Let your wig touch your motherfuckin' toes, bitch
Put your wig on the motherfuckin' floor, bitch
Let your wig touch your motherfuckin' toes, bitch
Put your wig on the motherfuckin' floor, bitch
Let your wig touch your motherfuckin' toes, bitch
Put your wig on the motherfuckin' floor, bitch
Let your wig touch your motherfuckin' toes, bitch
Put your wig on the floor
The floor, the floor, the floor, remix, remix
The floor, the floor, the floor, remix, remix
The floor, the floor, the floor, remix, remix
The floor, the floor, the floor, remix, remix
The floor, the floor, the floor, remix, remix
The floor, the floor, the floor, remix, remix
The floor, the floor, the floor, remix, remix
The floor, the floor, the floor |
the upside down | This is all out of my control, really
I got one job, make the flow silly
Serve one God, it's my sole mission
When I'm out of here, man, I won't miss it
How that man went and sold fifty?
Not one blogger even noticed him
But they don't diss them, they just don't listen
Oh I get it, they don't get it
At the shows some blow sticky
Some ladies even throw Vickie's
But he stay pure, that's so Disney
Shout Soulection, my bro's in it
Out the rappers in this whole city
Not one of y'all was ever gon' pick me
So I picked the locks then came through the back doors
Sold out shows and still got my soul with me, woo!
Stranger things have happened
And a white boy like me blackin'
On a track I'm going bad again
Got a baddie and she going Randy Savage (oh, yeah!)
All I know is that family matters
All I know when I came in rappin'
If you jack somebody else flow and style
Then you gon get a black eye like "Panda"
Put up or shut up, so what up, I'm here?
I don't got nothing to fear
I don't go one up my peers, I just been pushing myself
I don't like cussin', but this one I swear
When I start bustin' they shouldn't be near
They never been accustomed to hearin' this custom-made flow
They just copy the stuff that they hear
Man, they always come up short
I'm a sneaker connoisseur
I been readin' Art of War
Don't they see I got some more?
Nuke the beat up for your boy
I'ma need another four
Before I leave it at the morgue
Yeah, we winnin', but who keepin' score?
Woo!
I know stranger things have happened
Stranger things have happened
I know stranger things have happened
Stranger things have happened
I know, I know stranger things have happened
I know stranger things have happened |
too much sauce | (Zaytoven)
DJ Esco, Lil Uzi Vert, Future
That's too much sauce
That's too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one, that's too much sauce
Hermes in the A, that's too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous, I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now, that's too much sauce
That's too much sauce, got too much sauce
That's too much sauce, I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one, that's too much sauce
Got diamonds on all on my fingers, that's too much sauce
Yeah, all of my diamonds they shine
Haters like "knock that off"
Yeah, all of your diamonds are fake
Need to stop that dawg
You really kissin' that girl like she ain't top me though
Shaquille O'Neal with the haters cause I'm blockin' y'all
Yeah, yeah, that's too much sauce, yeah
Rockin' VLONE when I'm rockin' Off-White
That's too much sauce
Yeah, she smile at me on her teeth with that ice
That's too much sauce
Yeah, smokin' that gas got me high like a kite
Yeah, yeah, too much sauce, yeah, yeah
Diamonds they look like Dasani huh, more like Voss, ayy
Yeah, that boy saw my chain, he said "what's the cost?", ayy
You wanna know the amount? Can you count?
Patek Philippe, the plain one, that's too much sauce
Hermes in the A, that's too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous, I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now, that's too much sauce
That's too much sauce, got too much sauce
That's too much sauce, I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one, that's too much sauce
Got diamonds on all of my fingers, that's too much sauce
Yeah, too much sauce, yeah, yeah
Diamonds they look like Dasani, more like Voss
Young man, young man
Young man turned myself right to a boss like yeah
Coppin' no matter the cost, like yeah
That's too much sauce
Fuck that bitch and her friend right in my Benz
Too much sauce
Think me and Future fucked on the same twins
Damn, yeah, wait
Now I'm getting money
Niggas actin' like they been knew us, ayy
Fake energy don't move us, yeah, ayy
Diamonds they wet like a cougar
Diamonds they straight from the jeweler
Drugs got me lost like Bermuda
Patek Philippe, the plain one, that's too much sauce
Hermes in the A, that's too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous, I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now, that's too much sauce
That's too much sauce, got too much sauce
That's too much sauce, I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one, that's too much sauce
Got diamonds on all of my fingers, that's too much sauce
Too much sauce, yeah, yeah
Diamonds they look like Dasani |
ballin out | Montana
That untouchable empire, baby, Coke Boy
(Bad Boy) They say careful what you ask for
Cause when you get it, you know what you gon' tell 'em right?
(We're baaa-aack)
What you say? I do this err'day, wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err day, do this err day, do this err day, do this err day
What you say? I do this, wh-wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day
(Jeremih) French Montana!
(Hah... what they talkin 'bout, Puff?)
They ain't talkin 'bout, nothin
This the moment they feel ya, let's get back when I get there
They've seen what it is, so look it down
Bad Boy, Blood Line, get up, talk to 'em
I got tats all on my arm, racks on racks in the bank
Forgiato on my range, pepsi blue my paint
All these girls be choosy, can't find a bitch who ain't
Haters they are ballin' like fishes in a tank
Stuntin' with my whole crew, hangin' out the window when we roll up
You know when we come through, make it rain we don't give a fuck
Bout what you say, I do this every day; don't buy bottles, buy by the case
Seem like every night my birthday I can't help but get the cake
Feel like I was born for ballin' out
Live it up and just for fallin' out
What you say? I do this err'day, wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err day, do this err day, do this err day, do this err day
What you say? I do this, wh-wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day
Montana
Tattoos on my neck, half a mill in my car
Dream team I rep, just me and my dogs
Stray cash in that haircut, sea bass, no lamb chops
Met her at the bar, tryin' to get some head shots
62 that Maybach, fake jewels don't play that
Take off like Blake Griff, money tall like A6
Never hit that red zone, baby I was airborne
Hoppin' out that Ghost sippin' red dot with that red bone
Trunk up in the back, drop the population
And I'm never fakin' Jacks, you know I'm poppin' Aces
I'mma ball, illuminati bank rolls
Suicide Lambo Doors and two italian taned hoes
What you say? I do this err'day, wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err day, do this err day, do this err day, do this err day
What you say? I do this, wh-wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day
Feel like I was born for ballin' out
Live it up and just for fallin' out
Yeah, yeah, my mic sounds nice right now
1-2, ayo, pure Blood Line baby, check it out...
I'm flyin' around and I'm gettin' it like 90 Thou in my denim
Told a bitch I just met, write your problems down and I'll end 'em
I'm creepin' on a billi, got these niggas buyin' largely
Bout to take my LA crib and drop that bitch on Wall Street
Peep my watch and hand game, like Peach Ciroc and Champagne
You buyin' jets, I could buy the Jets, I ain't speakin' 'bout no damn planes
This passion and pain fashion, matchin' my things catchin'
Action from things mackin', then flashin' my rings captain
Twin V's, entire, envy my attire
Catalogue, but don't have the heart cause real kings build empires
Everything that I said nigga was everything that you saw
I did everything that I claim, you ain't like us cause we ball
What you say? I do this err'day, wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err day, do this err day, do this err day, do this err day
What you say? I do this, wh-wh-what you say? I do this err'day
Do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day
Feel like I was born for ballin' out
Live it up and just for fallin' out
(Ayo, this the way it lives, this what it is)
(You see it) I was born to ball, bitch! HAH~! (Bad Boy)
If you ain't heard you live under a motherfuckin' rock (Coke Boyz)
Montana (We baaa-aack~!)
We was born to fly baby, still do the same thing nigga
Shit sound like I just sold nigga
Untouchable Empire, Bad Boy, Coke Boy
Diddy what up? Ya heard? |
trapped | You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on the streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with the bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kickin' thinkin' about what the streets do to me
'Cause they never taught peace in the black community
All we know is violence, do the job in silence
Walk the city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers, daily headed for the big pen
Niggas comin' out worse-off than when they went in
Over the years I've done, a lot of growin' up
Gettin' drunk, throwin' up, cuffed up, then I said I had enough
There must be another route, way out to money and fame
I changed my name, played a different game
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
And when I get 'em, I'll hit 'em with the bum rush
Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
Yo, if you're smart you'll really let me go, G
But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch the Uzi
They got me trapped
Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
They got me trapped
Naw, they can't keep the black man down
Trapped
Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
Trapped
Naw, they can't keep the black man down
They got me trapped, can barely walk the city streets
Without a cop harasskin' me, searching me, then askin' my identity
Hands up, throw me up against the wall, didn't do a thing at all
I'm telling you one day these suckers gotta fall
Cuffed up throw me on the concrete
Coppers try to kill me but they didn't know this was the wrong street
Bang bang, count another casualty
But it's a cop who's shot for his brutality
Who do you blame? It's a shame because the man's slain
He got caught in the chains of his own game
How can I feel guilty after all the things they did to me?
Sweated me, hunted me, trapped in my own community
One day I'm gonna bust, blow up on this society
Why did you lie to me? I couldn't find a trace of equality
Worked me like a slave while they laid back
Homie don't play that, it's time I let 'em suffer the payback
I'm tryin' to avoid physical contact
I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
They got me trapped
Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
They got me trapped
Naw, they can't keep the black man down
Trapped
Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
Trapped
Naw, they can't keep the black man down
Now I'm trapped, and walkin' for my getaway
All I need is a G and somewhere safe to stay
Can't use the phone 'cause I'm sure someone is tapping in
Did it before, ain't scared to use my gat again
I look back in hindsight the fight was irrelevant
But now he's the Devil's friend, too late to be tellin' him
He shot first and I'll be damned if I run away
Homie is done away, I should've put my gun away
I wasn't thinkin', all I heard was the ridicule
Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin' you"
I fired my weapon, started steppin' in the hurricane
I got shot, so I dropped feelin' a burst of pain
Got to my feet, couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood
Now I'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer
Ran through an alley, still lookin' for my getaway
Copper say, "Freeze, or you'll be dead today."
Trapped in a corner, dark and I couldn't see the light
Thoughts in my mind was the nine and a better life
What do I do? Live my life in a prison cell?
I'd rather die than be trapped in a living Hell
They got me trapped
Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
They got me trapped
Naw, they can't keep the black man down
Trapped
Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down
You know they got me trapped
Naw, they can't keep the black man down
Trapped
"Yo ya'll seen 2Pac man? Y'all seen 2Pac man?
There he go! Ay 'Pac!" |
im scared demo | Oh, really? Yeah
Oh, really? Yeah
I'm scared to break the top (Why?)
I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (Fuck 'em)
I'm scared to count my blessings 'cause I'm being watched by my opps (Foes)
But fuck it, Lethal Weapon, let it rip from out the top of the drop to his scalp
Now he out like a light (Ayy)
Every nigga with me slime and shiesty
Stay on the PJ but I don't sight-see (No Cap)
Somebody tell Oprah I want wifey (Call me)
Lil-lil-lil-lil mama tryna fight me (Ayy)
I got slatt engraved, it in my Nikes
Oh, you caught a body? Doesn’t excite me (Fool)
All my niggas murderers, you tiny
Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (Ayy)
I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (Cook him)
Shot up the opp block and I robbed all they stores (Yeah)
Slime, do you got clocks? Nigga, twenty times four (Let's go)
Robbed him for his dank and his car and gas tank (Let's go)
I'ma rob that bank, I'ma-I'ma rob that bank (Uh, rob that bank)
If I hit New York, I take my shank like a Yankee (On God)
They stabbed him and he died 'cause it's pointy and they yank it (Woo)
Yeah
Nigga flexin' money, if I want it, then I'll take it (Okay)
Heard you run no faces, you ain't heard? I shoot faces (Yeah)
Fuck shit better save it, you ain't heard? We don't play it (No cap)
If a nigga have some beef with us, he met the pavement (Gang gang)
This that ain't no cap at all, I can't hang around no fraud
Niggas hating cause I ball (Grrra), problem solved
Hit yo' bitch, blow out her walls, I just bust all in her jaws
Bitch, we slimey as they come, my youngin' probably snake his dog
Cop that Rove' (Woo, woo), in that Rove' (Woo, woo, skrr)
All my niggas sick, they wipe yo' nose
Ain't never froze, blow my pole (Boom, boom)
Heard you gangster, it don't count no more, you told (Pussy)
No, this Raf shit can't change, we just runnin' up them bands (Let's go)
Tryna figure out which opp that's gonna get murdered with my advance (Freebandz)
Pop the pill, it got me geeked up, nigga, catch me when I land (Let's go)
Please don't play like I won't hop right off the jet, jump in a minivan
I'm going big, and it ain't rigged (And it ain't rigged)
Yeah, that lil' pussy pink, like a pig (Just like a pig)
Freaky lil' bitch (Freaky), drinking my spit (Drink it)
I was ridin' in the Rove', the one with no lid, a half a mill' (Half a mill')
Designer her kicks, she wants to wear Prada (Designer)
She said she got white paint on her toes (Woo)
Peepin' they face, niggas been mad since before (Since before)
Yeah, in a Continental with your ho, nigga (In a Continental)
I just bought a rental, fuck the incidental
Put it in her liver, she just like my pickle
Knew since I was little not to talk to pillars (Skrr)
Made the news one week, it took off like a missile (Skrr skrr)
Quietly peel your top off, potatoes (Skrr skrr)
We got now, we got next, nigga (Skrr skrr)
Can I live in a skyscraper? (Skrr skrr)
I got mills and I'm not gon' cake her (Skrr skrr)
I got seals and I'm scared to break 'em
Most of these niggas they played out
Most of these bitches is played out
Peepin' they faces, they mad 'cause my cake up
Living in the Matrix
All of my rings, all of my shades, all my baguettes
Play for the cases, niggas really be on your head
The racks on your head, they might catch you caking
We traveling daily and I got hoes on replacement
We serving out a basement, with camera surveillance
Pouring up Laker, and rocking the latest |
spirale | Vous êtes-vous déjà demandé pourquoi y avait-il tant de pédophiles en politique ?
Et vous êtes-vous déjà demandé quand est-c'que vous allez enfin changer ?
Souvent j'me pose des questions, si j'ai les réponses est-ce qu'on
Peut changer les versions que j'puisse rester dans l'aversion ?
La ske-kon bouffe des passe-temps, ça m'fait tousser moins d'afghan
Alors, c'est décidé : j'arrêterai bien quand j'aurais pas l'temps
L'attente change rien, j'ai toujours la chance en latence
J'fais semblant d'me prendre en main, m'sentant si bien dans mon absence
Ça m'donne un aspect terre-à-terre d'avoir des problèmes et rien faire
De voir que tout va bien mais faire semblant qu'c'est l'inverse
Ok, c'est p't-être vraiment la merde mais tout dépend du point d'vue
Les joints m'font les yeux doux, c'est rude au mic au moins j'tue
Ma mère regrette mon BAC plus, le sentiment d'être une raclure
J'abuse à vu d'la rue, j'avoue ça tue, j'ai bu trois futs
Elle m'dit qu'j'suis plus l'génie d'avant, j'm'en bats les steaks évidemment
Pour pas y penser, j'fais un tour dans l'tiroir des médicaments
Parce que j'reviens sur mes pas, j'me contredis
Frelon, j'me rassure des fois, mais qu'on se le dise, non, vous ne m'capturerez pas
Et même à tort, sans rancœur, j'me laisserai couler encore
Encore une cuite, un cône grillé, j'm'en fous des renforts
Personne à bord, j'me noie dans les mirages et m'emporte
Dans les spirales de l'amphore, j'arrive à zoner sans force
Et même à tort, sans rancœur, j'me laisserai couler encore
Encore une cuite, un cône grillé, j'm'en fous des renforts
Personne à bord, j'me noie dans les mirages et m'emporte
Dans les spirales de l'amphore, j'arrive à zoner sans force
J'ai beau sortir la tête de l'eau, c'est fou, j'replonge à chaque fois
J'regrette mes anciennes prises de tête, c'est flou l'époque des clac-doigt
Ça fait trois fois dans la même minute que j'guette mon tél'
Que j'délaisse mon frère, putain restons zen, c'est cette cruche à veston vert
Et qu'est-ce qu'on fait maintenant ?
J'dirais qu'on s'perd et qu'on s'permet d'entendre : "Mec, ton sperme est d'enfer"
Alors j'avais juré que j'serais un bâtard malgré les sentiments
Mais j'ai l'air banal, affecté par l'affection
Ambiante et tant pis si l'envie d'Bambi m'enlise en vinant
Dans l'divan : mes histoires ennuyeuses deviennent enivrantes
Tranquillement, j'comprends quand j'ai tout, j'me lasse
Mais j'm'en fous, je m'bats, j'écarte toute menace, faut qu'ils me fasse des 'touse de
On r'fait les mêmes choses : mêmes doses, même gros ter
Même avec le temps, j'fais les mêmes erreurs d'vant les mêmes problèmes
Parce que j'reviens sur mes pas, j'me contredis
Frelon, j'me rassure des fois, mais qu'on se le dise, non, vous ne m'capturerez pas
Et même à tort, sans rancœur, j'me laisserai couler encore
Encore une cuite, un cône grillé, j'm'en fous des renforts
Personne à bord, j'me noie dans les mirages et m'emporte
Dans les spirales de l'amphore, j'arrive à zoner sans force
Et même à tort, sans rancœur, j'me laisserai couler encore
Encore une cuite, un cône grillé, j'm'en fous des renforts
Personne à bord, j'me noie dans les mirages et m'emporte
Dans les spirales de l'amphore, j'arrive à zoner sans force
J'tourne en rond, m'enfonce en vain dans un trou sans fond
J'tourne en rond, m'enfonce en vain dans un trou sans fond
J'tourne en rond, m'enfonce en vain dans un trou sans fond
J'tourne en rond, m'enfonce en vain dans un trou sans fond
Ok, j'tourne en rond, m'enfonce en vain dans un trou sans fond
J'écoute sans l'son les conseils des autres qui seraient rien sans nous
J'sais qu'on s'embrouille, pour s'réconcilier avant qu'on r'parte en couille
Et j'pète une clope, fier de moi : V.A.L.D. bête de drogue
Allez hop, mes résolutions sont des anecdotes
Parlez-moi d'progrès, j'm'en bats tellement les yeuks que ça résonne
Putain, ça fait un bail que j't'avais pas vu l'ami, j'avais pas vu la diff'
Mais viens, on s'capte pour s'rappeller qu'ça tue la vie ?
Ça tu l'as dit, j'ai quelques doutes qui s'avèrent unanimes
J'vais rien faire, le buraliste sera mon unique sortie du mardi
Sorte d'humanisme, j'me touche quand ça pue la pisse
Les fétides activistes inactifs quand tu dilapides
Tellement naïf, que c'que j'fais d'mieux, c'est d'être insatisfait
Juste un gars qui s'tait, l'esprit torturé devant l'sablier
Parce que j'reviens sur mes pas, j'me contredis
Frelon, j'me rassure des fois, mais qu'on se le dise, non, vous ne m'capturerez pas
Et même à tort, sans rancœur, j'me laisserai couler encore
Encore une cuite, un cône grillé, j'm'en fous des renforts
Personne à bord, j'me noie dans les mirages et m'emporte
Dans les spirales de l'amphore, j'arrive à zoner sans force
Et même à tort, sans rancœur, j'me laisserai couler encore
Encore une cuite, un cône grillé, j'm'en fous des renforts
Personne à bord, j'me noie dans les mirages et m'emporte
Dans les spirales de l'amphore, j'arrive à zoner sans force
Ahahah, V.A.L.D. hein |
teddy picker | They've sped up to the point where they provoke
The punchline before they have told the joke
Plenty of desperation to be seen
Staring at the television screen
They've sped up to the point where they provoke
You to tell the fucking punchline before you have told the joke
Well sorry, sunshine, it doesn't exist
It wasn't in the Top 100 list
And it's the thousandth time that it's even bolder
Don't be surprised when you get bent over
They told you, but you were dying for it
She saw it and she grabbed it and it wasn't what it seemed
The kids all dream of making it, whatever that means
Another variation on a theme
A tangle on the television and the magazine
D'you reckon that they do it for a joke?
D'you reckon that they make 'em take an oath
That says that "We are defenders of any poser
Or professional pretender around"
And when did your list replace the twist and turn
Like a fist replaced a kiss?
Don't concern us with your bollocks, I don't want your prayer
Save it for the morning after
And it's the thousandth time that it's even bolder
Don't be surprised when you get bent over
They told you, but you were gagging for it
Let's have a game on the teddy picker
Not quick enough, can I have it quicker?
Already thick and you're getting thicker
Let's have a game on the teddy picker
Not quick enough, can I have it quicker?
Already thick and you're getting thicker
Presuming that all things are equal
Who'd want to be men of the people
When there's people like you? |
make me better | (TIMBO!) Hey! (NE-YO!) Say what? (LOSO!) Hey! Hey!
I'm a movement by myself (Oh!)
But I'm a force when were together
Mami I'm good all by myself (Oh!)
But baby you, you make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
You plus me, it equals better math
Your boy a good look but she my better half
I'm already bossin, already flossin
But why have the cake if it ain't got the sweet frostin
(You're-You're-You're-You're) You're keepin me on my A game
(With-With-With-With) Without havin the same name
(They-They-They-They-They) They might flame
(But-But-But-But) But shorty we burn it up
The sag and my swag, pep in my step
Daddy do the Gucci mami in Giuseppes
Guess it's a G thing whenever we swing
I'm a need Coretta Scott if I'm 'gon be King (Oooh)
I'm a movement by myself (Oh!)
But I'm a force when were together
Mami I'm good all by myself (Oh!)
But baby you, you make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
First thing's first, I does what I do
But everything I am she's my improve
I'm already bossin, I'm already fly
But if I'm a star, she is the sky
(And-And-And) And when I feel like I'm on top
(She-She-She) She give me reason then I stop
(And-And-And-And-And) And though I'm hot
(To-To-To) Together we burn it up
The caked up cut, the cleaned up ice
The shorty come around, I clean up nice
Dynamic duo, Batman and Robin
Whoever don't like it is that man's problem
(AND-AND-AND) And when I feel like I'm tired
(MA-MA-MA) Mami be takin me higher
(I'M-I'M-I'M-I'M-I'M) I'm on fire
(BUT-BUT-BUT) But shorty we burn it up
I'm a movement by myself (Oh!)
But I'm a force when were together
Mami I'm good all by myself (Oh!)
But baby you, you make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
Cause on the side of every great man
You could find a woman like a soldier holdin him down
She treats me like a don, watches for the hit
Checks where I go, even watches who I'm with
The right when I'm wrong, so I never slip
Show me how to move, that's why I never trip
And baby girl you so major they should front page ya (Front page ya)
God bless the parents who made ya (Who made ya)
Middle finger anybody who hate the (Who hate the) way we burn it up
I'm a movement by myself (Oh!)
But I'm a force when were together
Mami I'm good all by myself (Oh!)
But baby you, you make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!)
Yeah baby, them lames you playin with, they 'gon push you down
We tryin to compliment you you know, make you better
Top Notch Tim, Nice Look Ne-Yo, Livin Good Loso
They ask you how you doin now, tell 'em better than them
HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm a movement by myself (Oh!)
But I'm a force when were together
Mami I'm good all by myself (Oh!)
But baby you, you make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better
(You make me better) You make me better |
you remix | I said, "What time you get off?"
She said, "when you get me off"
I kinda laughed, but it turned into a cough
Because I swallowed down the wrong pipe
Whatever that mean, you know old people say it so it sounds right
So I'm standing there embarassed, if we were both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, but
We in the middle of Whole Foods, and those foods
Ain't supposed to beef, but you'd think they hated tofu
Check-in line got rowdy, my vision got cloudy
I started seein' circles like some Audi emblem
I'm hearing them say, "Come on, man"
"Do this own your own time, get the hell on, man"
I walked out, hm, I got 'bout
Halfway to my car when I heard shorty shout
"3000, forgot your credit card—smart move"
"By the way, my little sister loves your cartoon"
"Well, here's my name and numb'"
"If I ain't the one, lose it, if I am, use it"
"If a man chooses and he can do's it"
And if he don't, don't take it personal
He might be might be swamped
With making mozzarella—no, making worlds better
Cheese will come, believe me I'm
Never focused on the cash
Ask Mel Gibson, Jesus Christ I'm 'bout the passion
STOP, baby bring that thang back
You know where my heart at
Shawty, show ya boy some love
Cause I'm about to lose it
With the way you move it
Makes me wanna get to it
Girl tell me what it do
I'll change the game for you
I'm a playa, yes it's true, but...
Can I be for real?
This is how I feel
I'm in need of love
So let's dip up out of here
Oooh, you just my type
Everything so right
And I just wanna chill
So let's dip up out of here
Let's dip up out of here
Ahh, ahh-ahh, ahhh-ahhhh...
She's fine too, but I want you...
Ahh, ahh-ahh, ahhh-ahhhh...
She's fine too, but I want you...
I'll admit it, this just ain't no game
These just ain't words that I'm spittin
If you can see the thoughts that's in my head
I'm trippin, I'm a player, it's true
But I'll change the game for you
Wanna see what it do, oooh...
Yeah, Nas be in the crib low, strip polin' it
Cold Guinness, bitter taste, slim waist, I'm gon' hit it
We low-key baby, like a baritone
Apple com-puter, e-mail me to come scoop ya
Run through ya, undo ya bra, gimme medulla, uh
You cute as a movie star, in sin city, Hennessy, my love slave
Lovin' is pimpin', no rest 'have, with none of 'em
I would leave every one of 'em, you just say it
Just leave it where it is, he ain't aware of sleep and dogs lie
But keep a sharp eye on him, 'cause I'm the wrong guy
To wanna put this four-five on 'em, let's get it on, ma
You got my nose wide open
You already locked down and rot down, but so delicious
If he get suspicious, bring up his old mistress
I ain't dry-snitchin', but why should you be feelin' bad
'Cause I be killin' that, huh? |
16h22 deux connards dans un abribus | O. - T'es sûr que tu veux prendre le bus ? On peut y aller à pied
G. - Ah ! C'est mort : depuis mes premiers pas, j'ai plus jamais marché
O. - Ouais, mais y'a qu'deux arrêts, on irait plus vite à pied. Et beaucoup plus vite si j'avais pas ma caisse à réparer
G. - Ouais, mais bon, tu connais Claude : le mec fait gaffe à c'qu'il dépense
O. - Fallait s'douter qu'du white spirit et d'l'huile, ça ferait jamais d'l'essence
...Ça commence toujours par une poignée d'mains, une accolade suivie d'un nez cassé
Ça s'passe comme ça chez Rory MacDonald...
...Faut pas qu'ma meuf soit au courant, j'crois tous ses potes m'ont vu
Mais j'ai pas pu m'en empêcher : elle a un trop bon cul
Paraît qu'elle s'couche plus vite qu'un boxeur corrompu...
...T'crois qu'j'vais lâcher vingt balles pour un peu d'saumon cru ?
C'est mort : tu sais jamais c'qu'ils foutent dans leur bouffe coréenne
Moi, tout c'que j'bouffe, c'est des tortillas à base d'OGM
Si tu trempes encore tes chips dans la sauce mexicaine
Tu seras p't-être bilingue en espagnol, à la fin du week-end...
...Y'a une caserne en bas d'chez moi, j'entends tellement d'sirènes
J'ai l'impression d'passer ma vie dans un sound system
Haha, sauf que, quand tes voisins brûlent, y'a pas d'pull-up...
...Du coup, j'ai fait une roulée dégueu' avec trois bouts d'clope...
...J'ai maté "Scarface" sur le câble, j'étais là quand t'as regardé
Avec le recul, Tony Montana, il est à chier
Il bute son pote, envoie sa frangine à l'HP
Tout ça pour foutre un tigre dans son jardin, et taper dans la C...
O. - Ouais, mais il est blanc quand même...
G. - Mais n'importe quoi, c'est un Cubain !
O. - Ouais, mais j'parle du tigre !
G. - Putain...
...Tellement radin : il fait cuire ses pâtes avec l'eau du bain
Quoi, sérieux ? Tu parles, il est trop radin pour prendre un bain
Il s'planque aux chiottes au moment d'l'addition, pour pas raquer
Même une vidéo YouTube : il voudrait pas la partager...
... fracassé, dès l'premier round, il s'est fait massacrer...
...Qu'est-ce qu'il branle ? Tu crois qu'on l'a raté ? Pff... Il arrivera jamais...
...Putain, cette merde, elle arrête pas d'passer
Plus leurs tubes sont matraqués, plus j'ai envie d'les matraquer...
G. - Merde, passe-moi ton téléphone, j'ai déjà niqué ma 3G
O. - On a internet, comment tu fais pour niquer ta 3G ?
G. - Bah, souvent j'ai la flemme ou j'me rappelle plus du code wi-fi
O. - Comment tu fais pour oublier ? C'est "Gringe" le code wi-fi
G. Peu importe l'identifiant, et ce sera pareil dans dix ans
Donnes-moi l'ordi le plus puissant, ça changerait rien tellement j'suis lent
O. J'm'endors et m'lève en cliquant, y'a qu'comme ça qu'j'me sens vivant
J'ai tellement tuné mon iPhone, il a des sentiments...
O. - ...Tu crois qu'les animaux ils ont un sens de l'humour ?
G. - Euh, j'sais pas, mais, les vidéos d'chats, ça m'fait marrer
...J'faisais marrer les plus vénères pour pas qu'on m'tabasse
Du coup, j'en profitais pour m'en prendre au premier d'la classe
Héhéhé, j'ai jamais eu c'problème : j'étais deuxième. Mytho !
Pour de vrai, j'ai cédé quelques paires sous la menace
Les types squattaient près d'chez moi, m'cassaient les couilles quoi qu'je fasse
J'ai toujours quelques frissons à chaque fois qu'j'repasse...
...Tu connais celle du garagiste qui fume des joints d'culasse ?...
Tu crois qu'les fous dans l'métro, ils sont normaux à la surface ?
...Du moment qu't'emploies des mots savants, du genre : "Il est pugnace"...
...Est-ce que c'est mes fringues qui grattent, ou les premiers symptômes du dass' ?...
...'tain, quelle heure il est ? Ça fait longtemps qu'on poireaute ?
J'crois qu'des connards de grévistes nous ont carotte...
...J'draguais des meufs sur le net, j'faisais des blagues de cul
Puis, ma meuf m'a cramé, jamais je ne l'ai revue
Haha, bâtard ! D'ailleurs, j'ai jamais trop été fan d'IAM
Putain, alors que, moi, c'était ma came
J'rêvais d'ressembler à A.K.H., "Ombre est lumière" : c'était ma Bible
Mais qu'est-c'j'm'en branle des pharaons, moi, j'pompais les flows d'L'Skadrille
J'me prenais pour un thug avec mon pistolet à billes
Moi, c'était plutôt week-end chez Mamie, jeu d'sept familles...
G. - Une brique : vieillissement ?
O. - Population !
G. - Période féconde ?
O. - Ovulation !
G. - Match de Ligue 2 ?
O. - Aucune action !
...Dans les magasins d'mangas, y'a toujours un putain d'geek odieux
Qui t'balance la fin d'la série : t'as pas fini l'tome deux
Un boutonneux qui connaît tout, qui fait partie des murs
J'suis pas là pour faire un concours de fiche de lecture...
...Là, il lui brise le fémur, Rory faut pas l'faire chier
Sur le ring, ses adversaires s'sont tous fait enterrer
L'dernier qu'a joué les héros a fini entièrement greffé...
...C'est pas ta sœur, là-bas, avec une grande Despé ?...
Trucs échangistes ? J'sais pas, j'oserais pas tester
Imagine tu tombes sur la mère d'un pote, c'est vrai
Quand on baise la mère d'un pote, faut faire preuve d'un minimum de respect
G. - Hé, mais, on est le 11 novembre : c'est pas férié ?
O. - Si
G. - Donc y'a pas d'bus ?
O. - Merde !
G. - Donc on est deux connards qu'attendent dans un abribus, un jour férié ?
O. - On rentre ?
Deux connards dans un abribus, deux connards dans un abribus
C'est juste deux connards dans un abribus, deux connards dans un abribus
C'est juste deux connards dans un abribus, deux connards dans un abribus
C'est juste deux connards dans un abribus, deux connards dans un abribus
O. - Tu fais quoi ? T'écris ?
G. - Ouais, j'écris mon CV, là. Y'a un trou d'dix piges, j'comprends pas où j'suis passé...
O. - Sérieux ?
G. - Bah ouais, mais bon...
O. - Nan, mais, sérieux, t'es vraiment en train d'écrire ton CV, là ?
G. - Bah, bien sûr qu'j'écris mon CV ! Hé, moi, leur truc de single, si ça marche pas, qu'est-ce que j'fais ?
O. - Ouais, j'vois. Après, ça sert à rien d'flipper, euh, j'veux, dire, euh, c'est pas comme si on n'avait jamais bossé, euh... Tiens, prends la manette... |
shadows | Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
Things that used to terrify me
Are the things, that I've become
There's a dark moon in the clouds
Misty fog in the swamp
Crickets chirpin' outside my window
The water it thumps in the bathroom sink down the hall
The lights flicker sometimes
The wind is howling, the dogs are growling way deep in the pines
A passin' car on the distant road, the only thing running
Nightmares in my sleep, the Sandman is coming
I see the ghost in the red cloak, the shadows are taking shape
The sound of a faint voice, lost and full of hate
Dry leaves crumble under the feet of the reaper
The limbs tap on my window, like the nails of a creature
Tales of goblins and fairies, a sacrifice on the prairie
A murderer that escaped, I'm disillusioned and weary
Lightning strikes on the hill, illuminating the cabin
The old man on the porch, evil and quietly laughing
Surrounded by demons
I'm an angel and they all want me
And to this day ...
Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
Things that used to terrify me
Are the things, that I've become
Cigarette buds, and oil stains on the dying grass
The smell of the liquor, rising up from the broken glass
The crowds of black leather, the heat from the engines
Motorcycles and goons, bearded men and loud women
The cracklin' paint, the old shack with the swingin' light
The heroin needles passin', open in plain sight
Ozzy and Black Sabbath, the vinyl is skippin'
From the fight in the kitchen
Blood screamin' and kickin'
Smoke fills up the sky, gasoline on the trash heap
The mattress is burnin', I hear it poppin' and snapping
The rain soaked teddy bear, so heavy I can't lift it
The flask for the moonshine, I watch as they all sip it
The Halloween pumpkin candle, lit with a Pentagram
The Grandfather clock, with a broken minute hand
Surrounded by thieves, killers, thugs and some junkies
And to this day ...
Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
Things that used to terrify me
Are the things, that I've become
I throw on my leather jacket, a collection of biker patches
One of them says savage, the other one Black Sabbath
Heavily tatted, barely any skin left
Whiskey bent after twelve, I'm always playing with death
Bullet shells in my yard, loaded gun on the shelf
Run the roads like a wolf, through the whole Bible Belt
Rattlesnake skin boots, toes up on the chopper
Fifty Harleys behind me, they all ready to slaughter
Drunk in front of my sons, drunk in front of my daughter
Spit, cuss, and I yell, it's like a one-sided quarter
'Cause I'm only heads up, no matter which way you flip it
No brake lights in my life, I'm either rich or evicted
Committed to my convictions, committed crimes with the quitters
Connected to my religion, the religion of sinners
Send a prayer to God, exhaling smoke off the meth pipe
Like puddles reflecting the ripples echo to next life
So here I am standing just like the ashes that fell from the fire
A seed that fell off that poisonous and forgotten flower
Became my own nightmare, but now I think it's charming
Especially when ...
Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
Things that used to terrify me
Are the things, that I've become
Bloody bone gon' get you
Bloody bone gon' get you
Bloody bone gon' get you |
atmosphere | I feel in the beginning, we were living
We were tripping, we were so high
When you told me that you love me, were you bluffin'?
Was it nothing?
Now you're so dry
You can tell me that you're sorry, but I know that you don't mean it
Baby, don't lie
Don't lie
Baby, don't lie
And I can't blame myself for getting lost inside the promise of you
And I can't blame you leaving
'Cause what's meant to be will always be true
There isn't enough love in the atmosphere to keep you here, ahh
There isn't enough love in the atmosphere
Don't leave me here all alone
I ride for my baby
I died for my baby
I'd die for my baby, no lie
There isn't enough love in the atmosphere
In the atmosphere
Remember we were running up and down
And getting messy in the hallways
Told me that forever was the time we'd be together, baby, always
Now you're saying that you're sorry
But I know that you don't mean it 'cause you won't stay
No, you won't stay
You won't stay
And I can't blame myself for getting lost inside the promise of you
And I can't blame you leaving
'Cause what's meant to be will always be true
There isn't enough love in the atmosphere to keep you here, ahh
There isn't enough love in the atmosphere
Don't leave me here all alone
I ride for my baby
I died for my baby
I'd die for my baby, no lie
There isn't enough love in the atmosphere
In the atmosphere
If there's winners and losers, then I'll be the loser
I'm still here, I choose ya
I don't want another, if we can't have each other
'Cause baby, I love ya
Maybe in a different world, baby, I could be your girl
Maybe then I'll be with you
If there's winners and losers, then I'll be the loser
I'm still here, I choose ya
There isn't enough love in the atmosphere to keep you here, ahh
There isn't enough love in the atmosphere
Don't leave me here all alone
I ride for my baby
I died for my baby
I'd die for my baby, no lie
There isn't enough love in the atmosphere
In the atmosphere |
drinking alone | Drinking all alone
“Feeling” like an outcast
Going through my phone
Looking for a quick smash
Drink me down to the last call
And hold me down because I can’t walk
I hate the feeling being thirsty
So make me feel like you want me
And ohhh this bottle I should
Just leave it alone I shouldn't
Be drinking at all
You bringing out the worst in me
Bringing out the thirst in me
Burping off THE BOURBON, WRITING verses sounding nursery
Slurrin' while I’m cursing, LIKE Why the fuck are you hurting ME
Fuck it you ain’t worth it, I’m invincible I’m Hercules
She ask me why I’m calling then
Advises me to go to sleep
It’s a problem when you’re drunk you're
Bummping Jodeci sober in the morning
Still horney it’s like I need some help
Looking at my twitter did I really
Play myself, not again
I can’t keep the bottled in
Pinot grigio got me emo like
No common sense, take my phone
I need some self-control
All this drinking drinking
Got me in my zone
I know I’m wrong
Yo, it’s always after two
When I’ll be texting you
Saying something casual
To make not sexual
You Know what it is
You ain't a stupid chick
I’m just punching in for
After hours functioning
Like how I’m STYLING on you?
Drunk dialing on you?
Malibu and Pineapple
Getting Island on you?
Feeling thirsty and
I’m trying to get hydrated
Holla at your boy
And you’re trying to
Get violated
Pupils getting dilated
I’m a annihilated
Sending out hi baby’s
With a little smiley face
Girl come by my place
And take another shot
I ain't a player
I just crush a lot
Saying the night is over
Ever fall from sober?
Take a ride in this taxi
And maybe I can sleep over?
Say what you doing
What you doing
What you doing
What you doing girl?
Drinking all alone
“Feeling” like an outcast
Going through my phone
Looking for a quick smash |
whole thang | My palace is tall as scrapers cause all this paper
So much green these solid acres can call it neighbors
I'm copping two of everything like Noah's Ark
I'm copping two of everything cuz I'm going hard
Spending money with no regards, pulling up with my top back
Can't find the shit that I want no more, don't have a need cuz I got that
These niggas talking millions dog but they don't see them often
I'm fresh to death, I killed the club, my section needs some coffins
My hotel we going after this club close
My hotel, you get high if you come close
Rolling that weed up and Mike Will work that beat up
Getting drunk, getting stoned, if ya want you can meet us
No talk, no discussion
Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting
And I ball so hard, I should play the whole game
Want the power and respect get a check, spend the whole thang
Spend the whole thang
We ain't smoking on no half, smoke the whole thang
Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting
Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang
Spend it, hol' up, spend it, spend it, spend it, hol' up, hol' up, spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it, spinach louder than an engine
Take a cruise to Costa Rica, with my chica, let's go fishing, hol' up
50 on Venus, and Serena don't watch tennis, hol' up
That's the business, half naked models twerking in my kitchen
Fixing dinner, dinner and I'm finna, finna jump up in her
Bout the time, the time she finish sweatin, she gon' be, she gon' be thinner
Whats her, whats her name, name I don't remember, remember
Fuck it, it don't really matter, no way
We ain't got much to say, in her mouth like Colgate
Ho I'm repping Taylor Gang, bitch I smell like money
Plus marijuana, peep the aroma
Damn it I'm stunting, bitch I got money
Car ain't got no key, I just press the button
Juicy the name, all these hoes love me
My bitch got plenty ass, and got no stomach
Feed the bitch dick, she say I taste yummy
Bitch call me broke, she just being funny
So much cash can't fit in my trunk
I'm rich I can have any bitch that I want
These haters got Three 6 all in the Ipod
Flood out the club bitch you gone need a lifeguard
Brand new Bugatti, 280 on the dash
In the strip club break bandz on that ass
All you broke niggas put your pockets in the cash
Throwing us a hunnid, broke bitch take a cab
Ain't getting money my nigga that's sad
Jack boy run up on me, I'm gonna blast
I got more game than EA Sports
Getting money ought to be a sport
Disappear me and yo bitch in the back seat of my 4 on 4 Porsche
Dressed like I'm stepping in a photo shoot
You niggas all squared like a photo booth
Show y'all niggas how to get this bread
Cuz some of y'all niggas ain't got no clue |
original prankster | You can do it!
Until the break of dawn - life, life
Cannot go by the letter - time, time
Prozac can make it better - noise, noise
Any kind will do;
Can you feel it slip away when it's all on you (hey, hey)
Crime, crime - rockin' like Janet Reno - time time
Eighteen and life in Chino - Freud, Freud
All along it's true;
Well you'll see there comes a day catches up to you, yeah!
Knock down the walls - it's alive in you!
Knock down the place - you're alone, it's true!
Knock down the walls - it's alive in you!
You gotta keep your head up through it all
You're gonna bust out on it (Original Prankster)
Break out, yeah! (Original, yeah)
Bust out on it (Original Prankster)
You never stop now, stop now
That's what the main man say!
You can do it!
You know it smells like shit - God damn!
Tag Team the Double Header
Son of Sam; fire always makes it better
Navigate with style and aplomb
Cause wherever you're at, that's the tip youse on (hey, hey)
Lies lies - says he's down in the Bahamas - tries tries
Bangin' little hoochie mamas - no way
None of this is true
Well you'll see there comes a day when the joke's on you yeah!
(Hey) You can do it
Dime, dime - so good to see ya
Nine, nine - don't wanna be ya
Crime, crime - fine sensimilla
Well you'll see there comes a day catches up to you, yeah!
Knock down the walls - it's alive in you!
Knock down the place - you're alone, it's true!
Knock down the walls - it's alive in you!
You gotta keep your head up through it all
You're gonna bust out on it (Original Prankster)
Break out, yeah! (Original, yeah)
Bust out on it (Original Prankster)
You never stop now, stop now
Stop now stop now that's what the main man say! |
frail state of mind | Frail state of mind
(Frail state of mind)
Go outside?
Seems unlikely
I'm sorry that I missed your call
I watched it ring
'Don't waste their time'
I've always got a frail state of mind
Oh boy don't cry
I'm sorry, but I
I always get this way sometimes
Oh, I'll just leave
I'll save you time
I'm sorry 'bout my frail state of mind
Stay at mine, you might just like it
Might stop you being miserable
'Nah, I'm alright.....nah trust I'm fine'
Just dealing with a frail state of mind
Oh, don't be shy
I'm sorry, but I
I always get this way sometimes
You lot just leave
I'll stay behind
I'm sorry 'bout my frail state of mind
Oh, what's the vibe?
I wouldn't know, I'm normally in bed at this time
You guys, go do your thing
And I'll just leave at nine
Don't wanna bore you with my frail state of mind
‘Oh winner winner!! That’s your biggest lie!’
I’m sure that you’re ‘fine'
I haven’t told a lie in quite some time
‘You know we’ll leave, if you keep lying
Don’t lie behind your frail state of mind’
Frail state of mind
Frail state of mind
Frail state of mind
Frail state of mind |
behemoth | Schema
Schema
Schema
Schema
Schema
Schema
Schema the posse I into the coast
Snipe with precision
We slice for the throat
Underground overlords and we're taking the crown and stand up to the dictators holding the ground
Into the cauldron they go if they get too
Coldest ones that we be up in the power
We know that you know that we know you a coward
Witness the genocide
Witness the riddance of pussy ass niggas who stalk on the internet
Talking like they about something
We know that you bluffing
You're nothing to us
Niggas be something engraved in your mind
Never stop busting
We pimping and grind
Patiently waiting
We came and we takin' with no opposition on top of the underground
Schema that clique
K-R-double E-P
Craig Xen
In the bitch
Running that lick
Go to Sleep in a ditch
Schema that clique
K-R-double E-P
Craig Xen
Make you wanna bite your fucking teeth to the motherfucking curb
Put an end to this shit, bitch
saying my name
I never really wanna hear another talk about xans and how your pop and your momma would be getting no ends
but you hiding behind a screen
Under the cover
Bitch I'm the GHOSTE
But K-R-double E-P more dangerous than an overdose
So what happened to all the shit you was talking about you be shooting
So what happened to all the shit you was talking about you be getting a suck from these chicks
And now keep that in mind that the hoes you be talking about in my inbox is that you a bitch
Schema the posse igniting your city and burning that shit till it's nothing but ashes |
pay for you | Uh
Yo G, what up?
Who's this pretty blonde chick taking bong rips?
Park Ave catching the cab the next morning
We partied hard last night, I'm fucking exhausted
Headed back to my hood, I'm feeling nauseous
She said someone broke her heart and that she's cautious
She thinks the fact that I'm a broke rapper is awesome
Tennis lessons, I wonder what those Lacoste(d)
So shout outs to all the Rachels and Laurens
Monclers in the winter time, three courses for dinner time V.I.P
Patron and lime, smoking weed while we drinking wine
Meat packing district, there was a line
Oh, we must have skipped it, or she must have sniffed it
Living recklessly, she said to me
You won't need a real job (She said to me)
You won't need a real job
Because I would love to pay for you (Pay for me, pay for me, yeah)
You could be a good man to me (I could do that, yup, I could do that)
I would love to pay for you
You are made for me
G, walking out of Barney's, coppin hella shit
Careful, this lamb skin is delicate
Paid like I’m selling it
Put this on my bitch, she’s benevolent
Five racks on my outfit, man that’s an estimate
Young and we decadent
She don’t give a fuck, so I’m spending it
See her pop’s a politician
He was busy trying to balance out the deficit
While me and her were in his Mercedes all affectionate
Shit, I’m just young and living life man
Bad decisions, I ain’t worried about the right plan
Every night I’m pulling Trojans out the nightstand
'Cause every night I’m pulling bitches from the mic stand
My rich girl takes care of me
Homie, I ain’t tripping off when other people stare at me
'Cause ordinarily she purchases it all voluntarily
I’m skipping tax brackets if she marries me
Yeah, and then she guarantee
You won't need a real job (She said to me)
You won't need a real job
Because I would love to pay for you (Pay for me, pay for me, yeah)
You could be a good man to me (I could do that, yeah, I could do that)
I would love to pay for you
You are made for me
What’s your real name?
Said I’m Myles Mills
I’m just a rapper and I’m trying to make a mil'
I’m from uptown, the hood is rundown
But I think you’re dope, I’m just trying to keep it real
Well she ended up paying for the meal
Shorty, that is worth a bill
Well maybe we can be friends
I’m down to be the guy you text when you need some drunk sex on the weekends
Smoke this high grade, kill your migraine
It’s Monday morning, but we treat it like a Friday
Nobody can blame you if you born broke
But if you die broke, then that’s your fault
So now we smoke joints in the club
Drink champagne and we talk about love
Getting some money now, but she told me if I wasn't she’ll hold it down
Rolls Royce when we roll around
She talking 'bout
You won't need a real job (talking 'bout)
You won't need a real job
Because I would love to pay for you (Pay for me, pay for me, yeah)
You could be a good man to me (I could do that, yup, I could do that)
I would love to pay for you
You are made for me |
sleep when u die | It's at least 100 degrees, sweating like a fool
Aiight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Juice, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
By any means I gotta get it
You can sleep when you die, point blank, period
No excuse for this, you only get one life
You only get once chance
You can get more wives
You can get more ice, you can get more cars
Nigga listen to what I'm saying, I'm a real superstar, woo
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah
Yeah I got too many watches on my arm
I got too much shit goin' on
I got your favorite stripper on my phone
I got a bank account, got another bank account
Got another bank account, to be continued
Hibachi my menu, my bracelet on igloo
Every song is a single, you hear how the money talk
I may be bilingual, I pour out a liter, I light up the reefer
I'm back to charging niggas 100 a feature, yeah
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah
Hard work beats talent
Dope boy meets Khaled
Don P and eat salad
Walking around, my feet Bally
Sisquo and St. Ives
Six guns, eight knives
Potato on the barrel of it
Make you niggas hate fries
Been poppin' wheelies since 14
Sleeping with them, in them since 14
Ready to take one for the team
Ain't no discount, if ain't the one, we got a miscount
I am the truth, lil' nigga, shooting bullets from the booth, lil' nigga
BOOM
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah
You too concerned with others
This for the single mothers
Might have a millionaire
Moving through Riverdale
Jacket on Rick Flair
Watch on Rick Flair
James Brown with the slick hair
Watch how she dance on it, dance on the work
If the pussy squirt, put her name in a verse
I am so high, I'm scared to jump
Keep the gas on me, I'm prepared to pump, alright
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah |
leave my body | I'm going to be released from behind these lines
And I don't care whether I live or die
And I'm losing blood, I'm gonna leave my bones
And I don't want your heart, it leaves me cold
I don't want your future
I don't need your past
One bright moment
Is all I ask
I'm going to leave my body
(Moving up to higher ground)
I'm going to lose my mind
(Your history keeps pulling me down)
Said I'm going to leave my body
(Moving up to higher ground)
I'm going to lose my mind
(Your history keeps pulling me, pulling me down)
I don't need a husband, don't need no wife
And don't need the day, I don't need the night
And I don't need the birds, let them fly away
And I don't want the clouds, they never seem to stay
I don't want no future
I don't need no past
One bright moment
Is all I ask
I don't want your future
I don't need your past
One bright moment
Is all I ask, and I-
I'm going to leave my body
(Moving up to higher ground)
I'm going to lose my mind
(Your history keeps pulling me down)
Said I'm going to leave my body
(Moving up to higher ground)
I'm going to lose my mind
(Your history keeps pulling me, pulling me down)
Pulling me down
Pulling me down
Pulling me down
Pulling me down
I'm going to leave my body
(Moving up to higher ground)
I'm going to lose my mind
(Your history keeps pulling me down)
Said I'm going to leave my body
(Moving up to higher ground)
I'm going to lose my mind
(Your history keeps pulling me, pulling me down)
I'm going to leave my body
(Moving up to higher ground)
I'm going to lose my mind
(Your history keeps pulling me down)
Said I'm going to leave my body
(Moving up to higher ground)
I'm going to lose my mind
(Your history keeps pulling me, pulling me down) |
im on one | I get 'em up! (I'm on one)
I get 'em up! (Fuck it, I'm on one)
I get 'em up! (I said I’m on one)
DJ Khaled!
Uhh, I’m getting so throwed
I ain't went this hard since I was 18
Apologize if I say, anything I don’t mean
Like "what's up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And what's up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy?"
But get it while you here, boy
'Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year, boy
Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot
With a little more cash than I already got
Trippin' off you 'cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient
Me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumors, hate the bullshit
Hate these fucking allegations
I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it 'til it's done
And I don’t really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older, somebody shoulda told ya
I’m on one, yeah, fuck it I’m on one
Yeah, I said "I’m on one", fuck it I’m on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money to be got and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I’m on one, I said "Fuck it, I’m on one"
I’m burning purple flowers, it’s burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognize the red bottoms I wear?
Burner in the belt, move the kids to the hills (Boss)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya "everything is great"
Even though I'm out on bond and might be facing' 8
Still running with the same niggas 'til the death of me
Never seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams?
Baby, I could take ya there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled)
And it’s double M G until I get the chair
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it 'til it's done
And I don’t really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older, somebody shoulda told ya
I’m on one, yeah, fuck it I’m on one
Yeah, I said "I’m on one", fuck it I’m on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money to be got and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I’m on one, I said "fuck it, I’m on one"
I walk around the club, fuck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat, I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, ain't enough money
You know the feds listening, nigga what money?
I’m a maid nigga, I should dust something
You niggas on the bench, like the bus coming
Huh, ain't nothing sweet but the Swishers
I’m focused might as well say "cheese" for the pictures
Ohh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I ain't buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to your world like the Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel tov
It’s a slim chance I fall, Olive Oyl
Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it
I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence
(Young Mula baby, YMCMB)
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it 'til it's done
And I don’t really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older, somebody shoulda told ya
I’m on one, yeah, fuck it I’m on one
Yeah, I said "I’m on one", fuck it I’m on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money to be got and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I’m on one, I said "fuck it, I’m on one"
I get 'em up
I get 'em up
I get 'em up |
rusty james | This whisky's sour
Amateur hour
Raise a glass and toast your friends
Someday we will fight again, well
Your enemies, your tragedies
Pocket knives and rusty chains
Where the hell is the old gang at?
And all the losers
Can't even win for losing
And the beginners
Don't even know what song they're singing
When there’s no-one left around
And you’re the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound
When there's no one left around
And you’re the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound
This broken scene
Is turning green
Brass knuckles left in the rain
Death wish kids among the living
I wanna ride on a divided
Anything but the mainstream
Where the fuck is your old gang, man?"
And all the losers
Can't even win for losing
And the beginners
Don't even know what song they're singing
When there’s no-one left around
And you’re the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound
When there's no one left around
And you’re the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound
So long
You didn't even say goodnight
So long
There's no where to go when you're hiding in plain sight
When there's no one left around
And you’re the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound
When there's no one left around
And you’re the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound
When there's no one left around
And you’re the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound
When there's no one left around
And you’re the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound |
doors up | Bankroll to big pull my pants up
She make it clap like a dancer
Lambo, I'ma flex with the doors up
Drink lean in the morning like Starbucks
You can't be my girl, I'm sorry
Ain't loving these hoes they garbage
That's not my baby like Maury
Lil' bitty bitch, stop calling
Bankroll to big pull my pants up
She make it clap like a dancer
Lambo, I'ma flex with the doors up
Drink lean in the morning like Starbucks
You can't be my girl, I'm sorry
Ain't loving these hoes they garbage
That's not my baby like Maury
Lil' bitty bitch, stop calling
Bitch, stop calling
I told to the bitch stop calling
Drinking lean in the morning
I pour a four in the morning
They was hitting on me now I racked up
Mango with the Draco back up
In the kitchen with the pot
Make it bubble up
First I made a hundred bands, then it doubled up
I put them ho on a blocklist
Breaking a model with a toothpick
I just came for the trap bought a new wrist
Bentley and a Rover, I'm calling it Bover
I'ma chop up in a wraith like this
.40 say no how like big
Goyard on my waist
Ain't got time for that bitch
I forgot what I did on the Percocet
Rich Forever dumb get the pussy wet
Woke up now I'm living my dreams
Watch out for these snakes no Gucci
So wearing new shit now I'm bad and Louie
I told that bitch to stop calling me
Bankroll to big pull my pants up
She make it clap like a dancer
Bankroll to big pull my pants up
She make it clap like a dancer
Lambo, I'ma flex with the doors up
Drink lean in the morning like Starbucks
You can't be my girl, I'm sorry
Ain't loving these hoes they garbage
That's not my baby like Maury
Lil' bitty bitch, stop calling
Bankroll to big pull my pants up
She make it clap like a dancer
Lambo, I'ma flex with the doors up
Drink lean in the morning like Starbucks
You can't be my girl, I'm sorry
Ain't loving these hoes they garbage
That's not my baby like Maury
Lil' bitty bitch, stop calling
Vlone on me, yeah, dat way
I took that ho out to London
Meeting my plug outta country
I got to keep flexin'
The money keep comin'
They'll put anything on the internet
I was just hustlin', I wanted the check
I did fuck it up, made it back a thousand times
Who's trap bad beating letting it alpine
I got the Raf Simons on me
And I knew I would do what God told me
Still buying more rings on the go like Kobe
Young nigga in the trap with the OG's
My bitch is Bad and Boujee
These niggas they what, acting like groupies
She ate a Macdonald's but wanted some sushi
Broke ass bitches,
Young rich nigga in the coupe, yeah the Bentley
Diamonds on my neck play tennis
Broke nigga don't talk just shut up
CEO I'm a boss now
Want a new Bentley truck I'ma cashout
I'ma fuck it so good make it tap out
Bankroll to big pull my pants up
She make it clap like a dancer
Lambo, I'ma flex with the doors up
Drink lean in the morning like Starbucks
You can't be my girl, I'm sorry
Ain't loving these hoes they garbage
That's not my baby like Maury
Lil' bitty bitch, stop calling
Bankroll to big pull my pants up
She make it clap like a dancer
Lambo, I'ma flex with the doors up
Drink lean in the morning like Starbucks
You can't be my girl, I'm sorry
Ain't loving these hoes they garbage
That's not my baby like Maury
Lil' bitty bitch, stop calling |
he say she say | He say and she say, squad!
She say he say he mad, cause I fucked his bitch
Confronted him in his face, he ain't say shit
She say she like my ways, she can't take my shit
Don't believe you when he say, he won't take my shit
He say she say shit
Me and bro bang bro his bitch, that's when he say shit
And I say that I have my .30, and he ain't say shit
Cash out, Louis sweater, Margiela, and it be that shit
He say my KC is 30, and it won't be my shit but I did
She say don't take out my kid, she say I won't be shit
Now I'm the shit, hopped on G shit
I copped me a brick, I copped me a crib
Wish I would change, I'm never the chain
My car was a Range, one night in no rain
Just say she want brain, she think I'm a stain
She think I'm a lame, said "Baby, I'm hot"
Bitch I'm on top, bitch I got guap
She say I won't pop with a 4 on my pop
That purse they drop, don't do that to my squad
OTF my squad, she say we go hard
They say we go hard, 2013
We took a big loss, don't believe |
pleurez | Fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi
Maudit fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi
Fi-fi-fi-fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi
Maudit fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi (Fi-fi-fi...)
Suce mon cervelet, j'envoie des perles de lait
A.L.K.P.O.T.E. va t'faire pleurer
Suce mon cervelet, j'envoie des perles de lait
C'est V.A.L.D. qui va te faire pleurer
Alkpote, j'viens cracher du feu d'l'enfer sur ces sacrées suceuses
J'viens surfer sur la nébuleuse, rien à foutre de ramener du buzz
Viens partager un instant d'vie avec la néo-chrome infanterie
J'suis pas un bandit, au mic, j'provoque des putains d'lyricals incendies
J'ai d'l'ecstasy sordide, j'm'infiltre comme dans Metal Gear Solid
Hélas, les chattes sont toutes pratiquement sèches
J'enfonce mes doigts gigantesques
J'sais qu'tu m'admires en scred comme un trafiquant d'herbe
Attire la clientèle avec d'la p'tite dentelle
J'veux partir en paix, qu'ma mort n'soit pas accidentelle
C'est pas un jeu, tu pleures, tu meurs sans instructeur
Ça vient du cœur, suceur, tu ressens la fureur
Y'a pas d'surhomme, frère, j'compte sur sonne-per
Aller au paradis, j'y crois dur comme fer
Tu vas moins rigoler quand mon DJ va venir (suce)
Weedim est là, tous les rats ont quitté l'navire
Fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi
Maudit fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi
Fi-fi-fi-fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi
Maudit fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi (Fi-fi-fi...)
Suce mon cervelet, j'envoie des perles de lait
A.L.K.P.O.T.E. va t'faire pleurer
Suce mon cervelet, j'envoie des perles de lait
C'est V.A.L.D. qui va te faire pleurer
Je respire car j'suis obligé, si j'reste clean, c'est l'même motif
J'aime notifier qu'la vie, la mort, copinent sans leitmotiv
, et faut-il que ça m'plaise ou qu'j'plaide fautif ?
Sur ta schneck maudite, si j'fais qu'modifier l'montant du chèque du mois
J'suis plein d'soucis comme ta grand-mère en fossile, j'fais qu'tanguer
D'Aulnay nord au sud, j'dors au stud' ou rappe en rocking chair
Et j'erre cher shérif j'ai la gerbe et d'la terrine qu'est casher
J'sais ap' c'que je cherche, je n'suis que chair en jachère
Je n'suis que gérant d'un sexshop
J'vends des phases ou j'namedrop les putes du netporn
Pornhub et casquette Von Dutch, mec à l'ancienne qui s'en beurre
Toi qui sens l'teuch, j'veux grande kush et grande burn
Pleure, pleure comme les enfants Libyens, pleure, pleure comme les Syriens
Pleure, pleure comme le divin, pleure, pleure si ça t'fait pisser moins
J'me distingue d'ma génération, et j'sais qu'mes passions
Donnent la chiasse comme quadruple pénétration
Fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi
Maudit fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi
Fi-fi-fi-fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi
Maudit fils de fille de joie, fist, fist-toi (Fi-fi-fi...)
Suce mon cervelet, j'envoie des perles de lait
A.L.K.P.O.T.E. va t'faire pleurer
Suce mon cervelet, j'envoie des perles de lait
C'est V.A.L.D. qui va te faire pleurer
Suce mon lait fermenté avec fermeté
Si j'ai besoin d'plusieurs 'tasses, c'est pas pour faire le thé
A.L.K.P.OT.E. accompagné de VALD
Je sais d'avance qu'mes compagnons vont gagner le match
Braquage vocal, j'veux la chatte de Clara Morgane
J'arrache vos crânes, j'me rhabat au calme
Suce mon lait fermenté avec fermeté
Si j'ai besoin d'plusieurs 'tasses, c'est pas pour faire le thé
NQNT, c'est la crème, check ce velouté
Frère, on s'branle dans la cabine comme des vieux routiers
Arrête d'ouvrir ton cul si personne veut louer
Vous êtes personne, j'crois bien que Dieu vous hait
On fait des hommes dans des éprouvettes
On a des fioles et pas des vraies bouteilles
NQNT, c'est la crème, check ce velouté
Frère, on s'branle dans la cabine comme des vieux routiers |
break ups 2 make ups | You and I, 'til the day we die (Trackmasters)
Yo, yo
Ex-girlfriend, how you been?
I see you still, tryin' to fuck with other women men
Remember when I first met you in my cousin's house?
A week later, we was fuckin' on your mama couch (ah, no)
Now it's been said that big girls they don't cry (uh)
But they damn sure lie, look you in the eye, sayin' you they only
You and I, 'til the day we die
Said you'd never leave me lonely (uh-huh)
Fly tenderoni, but you phony (something)
Shoulda listened when my mama told me (uh)
Soon as I turn my back, you tryna fuck my homies
That was then, this is now, I got a new friend
Ever since I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me (ah)
Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice
About leavin' the wife even, picture that
You ain't want me when you had me
Now you on your third baby daddy
And you hate to see a nigga happy (you don't know)
So you tryin' mad ways to trap me (uh, babe)
Looking at my girl nasty, tryna throw the pussy at me (uh)
Ah ("Now look at this bitch over here tryin' to act like me")
Ah ("Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she must like leftovers")
I'm still lovin' you, babe—every break ups
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still lovin' you, babe—just the make ups
I'm still lovin' you, babe—uh, babe
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still lovin' you, babe—something will...
I'm still lovin' you, babe—break ups
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
Little, little lovin' you, babe—ah, baby
I'm still lovin' you, babe—I'm still lovin' you
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
Little, little lovin' you, babe—doo (yo, yo)
It's always you and your crusty-ass crew, be actin' new
Let me find out that you fuckin' with Boo, and y'all gon' feel it
Waitin' for the day that you front, and catch a lump (ah, no)
From my black butterfly, that arm pack a lullaby
Sleep on her, she said you bitches tried to creep on her
Up in the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her
Pearl-handled .22, my Boo, she go ahead and walk her dogs
And represent Wu (ah-ah, babe, uh)
To the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one (something)
I'll bring the bullets (bullets)
You know what I'm sayin'? (hah, hah, always)
Stop playin' (ah, no, hah, hah)
You and them dyke lookin' bitches
Actin' like y'all jumpin' somethin'
Go 'head with that bullshit (ah, baby, motherfucker)
I'm still lovin' you, babe—still don't know
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still lovin' you, babe—ah, baby
I'm still lovin' you, babe—never wanna love in you for that
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still lovin' you, babe, doo—oh, for that
I'm still lovin' you, babe—catch her, whoa
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
Little, little lovin' you, babe—never wanna love in you, too
I'm still lovin' you, babe, doo—something
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
Little, little lovin' you, babe—doo (ah)
Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis
Now you fuckin' with the next guy, a thug nigga
Derelict be actin' bugged nigga, show this nigga
Mad love but get no love nigga? Stupid-ass (ah, no, baby)
Plus I heard that he be beatin' on you
I seen him at the club cheatin' on you (uh)
Witcha best friend, got you stressin'
And used up, pull your shoes up
All you need's affection (yeah)
But you're headed in the wrong direction (yeah)
Tryin' to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas
All up in my face actin' overzealous (uh-huh)
Like you want somethin' from Meth, I hope it ain't love, girl (uh)
'Cause I ain't got none left for you (hey, no)
Plus you miserable (no, babe)
Misery love company, shit, I'm livin' comfortably
Don't need no nigga huntin' me down for fuckin' 'round (no, babe)
With his kitty, talk to him
Before my brother put a spark through him
Won't be pretty (no, babe)
The situation got my whole attitude shitty (uh)
And got you actin' high saditty with your slut committee (babe)
You know I know (doo)
So go find another sucker, yo
I been there and been done that befo', and don't need it no mo'
That's my word (ah)
So go to your room with that there, word up (ah)
And tell that big head nigga, "You run with to do the same" (baby)
I'm still lovin' you, babe—ooh, ooh, ooh
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still lovin' you, babe—ah, babe, baby
I'm still lovin' you, babe—baby, catch you, close to me, yeah
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still lovin' you, babe—every break ups
I'm still lovin' you, babe—just the make ups
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
Little, little lovin' you, babe—uh, babe
I'm still lovin' you, babe—something will...
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
Little, little lovin' you, babe, doo—baby
Ah—ooh, ooh, ooh, baby
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
Ah, doo—ooh, ooh, ooh, baby
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
Ah—ooh, ooh, ooh, baby
(you and I, 'til the day we die)
Ah, doo—ooh, ooh, ooh, baby
(you and I, 'til the day we die) |
flight | Yeah
I’m hitchhiking love
Could you take me to the hills
I’m not heavy no, I promise
I heard you could fly, could you try
We can drive for miles 'til no one can see but just you and me, oh
I’m spending too much time on the ground, baby please show me how
How you do it, and don’t ever let me down
Don’t try to hide it
Cause I’d see your wings if that dress was backless
Don’t hide it
It ain’t a secret
Everybody knows you fly, fly, fly
I know you go up, go up
I wanna go up, take me up
I wanna go up, take me up
Don’t try to hide it, everybody knows you fly
Oh I really ought to ask
If I need a parachute or something
Cause if you take me way up there
I’ll be scared to death of falling
We can drive for miles 'til no one can see but just you and me, oh
I’m spending too much time on the ground, baby please show me how
How you do it, and don’t ever let me down
Don’t try to hide it
Cause I’d see your wings if that dress was backless
Don’t hide it
It ain’t a secret
Everybody knows you fly, fly, fly
I know you go up, go up
I wanna go up, take me up
I wanna go up, take me up
Don’t try to hide it, everybody knows you fly
Gravity’s blowing up my phone, don’t wanna answer
Them sidewalks calling to me (yeah)
Gravity’s calling my phone, I can’t answer
Ain’t no service way up here girl
We’re twenty-five thousand feet in the air baby
If love was sky, damn right I’m falling
Falling in love, but going up
Don’t try to hide it, cause I see your wings
If that dress looks fabulous, don’t hide it
It ain’t a secret
Everybody knows you fly, fly, fly
I know you go up, you go up
I wanna go up, take me up
I wanna go up, take me up
Don’t try to hide it, everybody knows you fly
Show me how you do it, how you show me up
Show me how you do it, how you show me up
Show me how you do it, how you show me up
Show me what
Show me what
Show me what |
all aboard | Hey
Escucha las palabras... de Romeo
You need this in your life
Ven aqui
I am gonna give you instructions
You just got to follow my lead
Your body's making sounds like percussion
I'm orchestrating your fantasies
And when you wake up
Feeling like a dream
You are not going to believe
And everything you need
Girl, you going to receive it tonight
And I know your condition
I'ma let me make you feel alive
Relax and feel the ride
So act like it's the last time
The last chance for you to go there
There's one ticket left, and girl it's for you baby
The last grind, and girl you won't find this feeling no where
You better hurry because the train is leaving
All aboard
(Come on)
(Montate, mami)
I use words as persuasion
I don't got a reason to speak
It's always a special occasion
And it's on your layer with me
Yeah
She want to ride that Wayne train
So I am a bag her like baggage claim
We smoked that Mary not plain Jane
And everything is just fine
I keep a picture of her smiling in the back of my mind
I grab the back of her head she throw it back like rewind
I put her face in the pillow, taste it a little
Shawty said she feel like she's sitting on a missile
I said 5-4-3-2, the one can only be you
Shawty said, oh Lord, I'm coming, I said me too
My love has no equal, get on top
And if you ride this train, get off at your stop |
bad romance | Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma Roma-ma
Gaga, "Oh la-la"
Want your bad romance
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma, Roma-ma
Gaga, "Oh la-la"
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly, I want your disease
I want your everything as long as it’s free
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love, hey!
I want your drama, the touch of your hand, (Hey!)
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love
(Love, love, love, I want your love)
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Your bad romance
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I want your love, and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma-roma-ma
Gaga, "Oh la-la"
Want your bad romance
I want your horror, I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal as long as you’re mine
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love, huh
I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick (Hey, hey!)
Want you in my rear window, baby, you're sick
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love
(Love, love, love, I want your love)
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you ('cause I'm a free bitch, baby)
I want it bad
Your bad romance
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I want your love, and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma-roma-ma
Gaga, "Oh la-la"
Want your bad romance
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma-roma-ma
Gaga, "Oh la-la"
Want your bad romance
Walk, walk, fashion, baby
Work it, move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk, fashion, baby
Work it, move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk, fashion, baby
Work it, move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk, passion, baby
Work it, I'm a free bitch, baby
I want your love, and I want your revenge
I want your love, I don't wanna be friends
Je veux ton amour et je veux ta revanche
Je veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
No, I don't wanna be friends
(Want your bad romance)
I don't wanna be friends
Want your bad romance
Want your bad romance
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I want your love, and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance
Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma, Roma-ma
Gaga, "Oh la-la"
Want your bad romance |
lick | (Hey) I took a couple of my dawgs on a lick
Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent (Survive)
I was so broke that I could cry, I was sick (Broke)
Born in the wild, so many trials, I ain't quit
All the people I robbed, I brought 'em down, I repent (Down)
Dirtied the money, I let it drown, watch it cleanse (Cleanse)
Sellin' these pounds, a hundred times I jumped the fence (12)
Breakin' it down, I made a pound turn to ten (Ten)
Them hunnids ain't found, they in the ground, don't get spent
They in the ground
Way back in the time, black and brown, you get lynched
Black and brown
We was talkin' him down, he make a frown if he flinch
Gun him down
See the pain in my eyes, I hold it down 'cause I'm rich
Hold it down
Livin' in the street, concrete, get rough (Street)
Niggas tryna creep, we eat, gun bust (Creep)
Think about my history, back of the bus (Who)
Fought for the rights, but we still killed us (Who)
Tryin' not to be political, it was ridiculed (Real)
'Member I was in the middle school, with a fit or two ('Member)
Mama had the boy by herself, it was critical (Mama)
Started with the weed, then codeine, then a pill or two (Codeine)
Hit one lick, then I hit two (Lick)
Kickin' down the door, then I ran through (Woo)
Sticks in the van, this ain't bamboo (Sticks)
I got rich bought some land for my kids too (Whew)
Take the risks for my fam, for some damn food (Risks)
Take my bitch out to France, out to Cancún (France)
My wrist like a dam, you can splash, pool (Splash)
Money root of all evil, but the cash rule
(Hey) I took a couple of my dawgs on a lick
Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent (Survive)
I was so broke that I could cry, I was sick (Broke)
Born in the wild, so many trials, I ain't quit
All the people I robbed, I brought 'em down, I repent (Down)
Dirtied the money, I let it drown, watch it cleanse (Cleanse)
Sellin' these pounds, a hundred times I jumped the fence (12)
Breakin' it down, I made a pound turn to ten (Ten)
Them hunnids ain't found, they in the ground, don't get spent
They in the ground
Way back in the time, black and brown, you get lynched
Black and brown
We was talkin' him down, he make a frown if he flinch
Gun him down
See the pain in my eyes, I hold it down 'cause I'm rich (Woo, woo, woo)
Hold it down
Know some savages, they tryna clean up and they won't let 'em (Clean up)
Streets done made my heart so cold, need a whole sweater (Cold)
I was kickin' in the back of doors but I know better (Hey)
You expose what you know, then you go get it (Hey)
Sow what you reap (Sow) , sleepin' on my feet
Trust fund for my daughter, son, daddy plant a seed
No bond when you do a crime, slavery repeat (Slave)
Slick minded, they think we runnin' a treasury (Who)
Lost my homie, it keep on hauntin' me in my sleep
Lost my grandmama, whole family incomplete
Stabbed in my back a million times, this shit deep
I was hittin' licks doin' crime for my seed
Broke now I got 25 cars, it's a fleet
Take notes, make a bando turn Ferrari, I can teach
Struggled with the pain, but I still turned out a beast
I got out the chains, now the world belong to me (Hey)
(Hey) I took a couple of my dawgs on a lick
Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent (Survive)
I was so broke that I could cry, I was sick (Broke)
Born in the wild, so many trials, I ain't quit
All the people I robbed, I brought 'em down, I repent (Down)
Dirtied the money, I let it drown, watch it cleanse (Cleanse)
Sellin' these pounds, a hundred times I jumped the fence (12)
Breakin' it down, I made a pound turn to ten (Ten)
Them hunnids ain't found, they in the ground, don't get spent
They in the ground
Way back in the time, black and brown, you get lynched
Black and brown
We was talkin' him down, he make a frown if he flinch
Gun him down
See the pain in my eyes, I hold it down 'cause I'm rich
Hold it down |
ten ten | 808 my crew
Yeah (Yuh)
We in the back of the venue
(Yuh, yuh)
Bring it right now
Yeah, ayy, we with the guap (Yeah)
Yeah, ayy, I don't remember the spot (No)
So, keep them racks on racks, yeah
Way too high, we ’bout to switch up the pack (Let's go)
Ah, we on the rocks, yuh
Hit it, ready or not, yuh
My head in the clouds, they want the hottest, that's us (Us)
Baby, we not in a rush, gotta run our bands right up (What?)
Got a new man, that sucks, when did I lose all your trust? (Yeah)
They never hated on us (No), we always stay in the cut (Cut)
Hiding out in the Mercer, never ever on purpose
Uh, too much switchin’ lanes, always (Woo!)
Uh, too much switchin' shit, always (Always)
All I'm doin' is prolly switchin' lanes, always (Switch, switch)
I'ma pull up to her feelings, she like "Always" (Drip, drip)
I'ma pull up, I got racks on me like always (Racks, always)
I pull in on the whip, that's a Ferrari (Like a Ferrari)
She don’t wanna talk ’bout all of the stock, she just wanna party
I went to London, they want me in Paris, but I been there all week
Shooting shots at the squad, paparazzi (Paparazzi)
I ain't coming to the club ’less they guap me (Need that guap)
Uh, too much switchin' lanes always (Switchin')
Uh, pull up, she gonna go switchin' lanes always (Switch)
I pull up, she be switchin’ lanes, always
I pull up to her feelings, she like "Always"
I feel like she been switching lanes, always
I feel I got that guap on me like always
I pull, I've been switching lanes, always
I pull up, miss her, switching lanes, always
Oh, oh, oh |
oops i did it again | Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I think I did it again
I made you believe we're more than just friends, oh, baby
It might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean that I'm serious
'Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me, ooh, baby, baby
Oops!... I did it again
I played with your heart
Got lost in the game
Oh, baby, baby
Oops, you think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent
You see, my problem is this, I'm dreaming away
Wishing that heroes, they truly exist
I cry watching the days
Can't you see I'm a fool in so many ways?
But to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me, oh, baby, oh
Oops!... I did it again
I played with your heart
Got lost in the game
Oh, baby, baby
Oops, you think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
"All aboard!"
"Britney, before you go, there's something I want you to have"
"Oh, it's beautiful! But wait a minute, isn't this?"
"Yeah, yes, it is."
"But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end"
"Well, baby, I went down and got it for ya"
"Aw, you shouldn't have"
Oops!... I did it again to your heart
Got lost in this game, oh, baby
Oops, you (oops, you) think that I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent
Oops!... I did it again
I played with your heart
Got lost in the game
Oh, baby, baby
Oops, you think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent
Oops!... I did it again
I played with your heart
Got lost in the game
Oh, baby, baby
Oops, you think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent |
get your mind right | It's not a trick question, yeah I'm smoking dope
Walk through the door, get your camera phones
Come through, mechanic shit, get your hammers on
If you want a peace treat, call my cellular phone
It's not a trick question, I don't fuck with opps
I don't rock with cops, I send a bunch of shots
Some cops be cool because they give me passes
Doing 110 in my car, they like "this nigga savage"
I got the Glock, Tony, Sosa I'm Sammy
I'ma dog and a lion bitch, I ain't Bambi
Catch the bag like Randy, long as this money in it
She told me that her pussy tight, I fit my Johnny it
Fuck that bitch then I'm dipping, yeah I'm really pimping
I'ma Kobe Bryant, you's a Scottie Pippen
I got my semi in it, the club in Philly with it
Then I leave Philly with a bunch of silly bitches
Tricks are for kids, you need a Doctor Kid
Cause when I'm done stitching your ass, don't let your mama see it
In my 4K TV house, it's a bunch of shit
Come in here tryna hit a lick, commercial get a bunch of beats
I'm cooling with the stars in the sky
Don't be fucking with my dogs cause they bite
I hop out looking like some raw in the pipe
Like it's Memorials Day, got on all white
I had a dream like Doctor King
What can you bring to the table? I got lots of things
I got Tommies, I got mobster things
Come through like a janitor, we moping things
Forensics come check it out, come in here won't make it out
Like new clothes, I lay it out, boy fuck around, get aired out
You play the shit off, I play it out
You mumble the shit, nigga say it out
Shoot your ass like a lil mud dog
What the fuck you eating, nigga? Spit it out
Pull up in a Hummer, looking for some mamas
Know I ain't gon' fuck her, cause he looks like his mother
His baby mama cumming, cumming on my Johnson
Cause I be doing numbers, cause I be getting money
It's not a trick question, what you a magician?
I treat your block like a classroom, I'm subbing it
Put your face on some rims, bitch I'm dubbing it
Told you my pistol was celibate, don't fuck with it
I'm like a husky, you're like a puppy
I'm sipping muddy all day and night, I'm Kid Cudi
She got a buddy, and she tryna fuck me
Take that baby home with his pacifier then suck me
I got a blue pipe, it glow like blue lights
Make your face camouflage, you got troops, right?
This dope I'm smoking on, it smoke like (?), right?
You get it, that's a dope line in Chicago, all white
Got a bitch named Moussi, she give me coochie
This that Gucci, no this ain't no Coogi
Free Gucci, get hit with the Uzi
Free T-Slick, he come through with the toolie
Push your hairline, barber shop
I got a Jordan shot, you shoot like Chris Bosh
I was smoking, I was leaning, leaning hard
I be leaning like I'm standing on the balcony
Bang |
the powers that b | I can't know what I'm 'bout to do
I can't know what I'm 'bout to do
I'm what the fuck happens
I can't know what I'm 'bout to do
I'm what the fuck happens
I can't know what I'm 'bout to do
I've got the powers that B
Running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
I'm wearing black gloves through your mall, I'm rich
You wanna check my pockets but—
I'm what the fuck happens when shit happens
When a fuck gives under no circumstances
Off your clock shit memory persist a clock shit
Lick lick a shot, shit's cracking
I'm when shit happens, cause I'm not acting
Like it like it or not, I'm on that shit; you're not
I'm this ceremony I gouge you 'til you're free
As my testimony to the powers that B
Powers that b
I can't know what I'm 'bout to do
When I can't know what I'm 'bout to do
I'm what the fuck happened
And I can't know what I'm 'bout to do
Until its too late for you
To steal my name, bow down on cue
I've got the powers that B
Running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
I'm wearing black gloves through your mall, I'm rich
You wanna check my pockets but—
The powers that B
Are running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
I'm wearing black gloves through your mall, I'm rich
You wanna check my pockets but—
I got on my shit kickers
Smoke coming out my fingers again
Can't fuck with the physical world
Cause I comply with the powers that B
I'm never over right now
My stretchers rollin', I'm in the white house
The black light house, I'm above this life now
I'm above my life now
I'm beneath me
Raised on short notice by the powers that B
Powers that B
Hook me, catch me, squeal me in
Gut me, hack me, crop your grin
Pack me, sell me, claim we're friends
See me on the street, drop your grin
Squint your beady eyes and flinch
Like a sniveling shiesty snitch
Don't fret, I know you're just a bitch
I get paid by the universe
Morbidly blasé when I'm not on display
Turn up my mic, your hair turn white
I get paid by the universe
I'm on salary
You get no fucks from me
I run the company
On the powers that B
I get paid by the universe
I've got the powers that B
Running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
I'm wearing black gloves through your mall, I'm rich
You wanna check my pockets but—
The powers that B
Are running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
I'm wearing black gloves through your mall, I'm rich
You wanna check my pockets but—
No I ain't shit and I like that
You want a statement, I'm like, "Why's that?"
Your parasite's showing, that's not my bad
Your bad's pathetic, your bad's your price tag
Your bad's embedded in your lives, a white flag
A sterilized white flag, born, bred, and buried in it
Wears you like a cherry finish, keeps you valuable and shiny
You're a shiny clown to me and the powers that B |
jsuis pnl | Khey, khey, khey, khey
Ouais, ouais
Khey, khey, khey, khey
Mouais, Mouais
Deux, trois, quatre, cinq barres
Six, sept, huit cliquos
Pas maintenant qu'on s'barre
Pas d'rêve que des doss'
La hess longtemps qu'on te tient tête, ouais tout pour la F, c'est ma quête
Le poids d'ton rappeur en plaquette (plaquette), igo t'inquiète
Nique sa mère j'm'embête, j'papote avec ma pocket
Guccisé, obligé, elle guette, zézère, plutôt coquette
Sous taga j'suis pas jnouné, balaise comme ma pocket en fin d'journée
Les poches prennent des formes, les poches perdent des formes jusqu'à la prochaine fournée
89, goûte à ma teub, 25 ans d'âge
Pas dans ta teuf, j'visser un keuf, j'monte d'un étage
Khey, khey, khey, khey
J'la bute sous l'soleil
Ouais, ouais
Khey, khey, khey, khey
J'la bute sous l'soleil
Mouais, mouais
Khey, khey, khey, khey
J'la bute sous l'soleil
J'maille, j'maille, j'maille, j'maille
Et puis j'm'envole à Miami
Khey, khey, khey, khey
J'la bute sous l'soleil
J'maille, j'maille, j'maille, j'maille
Et puis j'm'envole à Miami
Rompompompompom c'est d'la bonne hein sa mère
J'sors de la galère, la vie d'ma mère
Rompompompompom hella venga venga
Dans-dans la ciudad, j'marche le regard amer
Coup du sombrero à la Mexico
J'na3ass bob sur la tê-tê-tête à hauteur d'chicots
Fuck fuck amigo, m'sors pas tes mythos
Il me faut la Black Card, il me faut la White Widow
Des des des des bâtards, des des des des barres
Des des des des shlags j'leur fous ma merde et c'est l'bazar
Et puis si t'es bonne, j'ai le fouet, et puis d'vant ton boul, j'ai le souhait
Et puis si j'ai parlu avec toi, pétasse, j'fais 500 pompes avant, les bravas gonflés
Khey, khey, khey, khey
J'la bute sous l'soleil
Ouais, ouais
Khey, khey, khey, khey
J'la bute sous l'soleil
Mouais, mouais
Khey, khey, khey, khey
J'la bute sous l'soleil
J'maille, j'maille, j'maille, j'maille
Et puis j'm'envole à Miami
Khey, khey, khey, khey
J'la bute sous l'soleil
J'maille, j'maille, j'maille, j'maille
Et puis j'm'envole à Miami |
celebrate | I'm ’bout whatever, you can read about it
(Yung Lan on the track)
I got 27 hoes blowin' up my phone, tryna come and suck the semen out me
They starin' at us everywhere we go, you gotta be yourself, you wanna be around me
And I’m stayin' low from all the broke hoes and the fuck niggas I don't need around me (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta book a show, you wanna see about me
'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin’
But now that I’m up, they don't wanna be friends
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me
Somethin’ I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah)
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for no hoes or no friends
'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I’m goin' in
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me
Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah)
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for no hoes or no friends
I got a new bitch that tell me that she don't want shit from me (Shit)
And I got another bitch claimin' she sick of me, still askin' what she can get from me (Bitch)
And I know a broke nigga havin' his hand out, he wanna act like a friend now
And they wanted smoke until I blew they mans down, tryna act like they fans now
I pray to God that they all understand now, play with me it's a man down
I'm in the city and the rental van now tryna sell me a damn pound
They give me a deposit to come out the house now, I get to paid to go out now
Charlotte, ain't no other way to get out now, 'less you show what you 'bout now
Got everybody ridin' 'round with that stick now, it's lay down or get down
Don't talk on the internet, don't make a diss now, it's already lit now
Go tell the associate you need some all black, go pick out a fit now
My life in the history book and whatever I do they won't ever forget now
And that's why I stay out here
'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me
Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah)
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for no hoes or no friends (No, no)
'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in (No, no)
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me
Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah)
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for hoes, no time for friends
No time for Honda no time for Benz
Pull up in the Maybach, old school cost more than your new school
Shit so original but got an 8-track
I'm rich under 30, they gon' hate that
Money fallin', nigga rake that (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
While a nigga locked in jail might take you to SHU (SHU)
SHU, SHU, SHU
And I ain't never ran from a nigga, put that on my crew (Rich Homie, baby)
Shoot a nigga with no chaser (Hey, Hey)
Move these bitches with the paper (Fade away)
We done ran a **** on the baby sitter, it was Rich Homie and DaBaby (Rich Homie)
I can never get money with a hater, and I will never sell my soul (Nah)
Still doin' sell-out shows (Yeah)
Still gettin' bags in every week nigga, you can smell it out those (I know you do)
I could pack a whole brick, motherfuckers in a Pathfinder (Hey)
Cam Newton jersey, 'cause I'm in Carolina (Ayy)
'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends (Oh)
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me (Ayy)
Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah)
No time for no hoes or no friends (No)
No time for no hoes or no friends (No, no, no)
'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in (No, no)
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends (No, no, no)
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me
Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah, no, no)
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for no hoes or no friends |
panda remix | Hey, Chesta-Chesta, mic tester
Can I get a freestyle? Sorry it's been a while
P-Pile, hey
Peelin' out like banana
Raps on my head like bandana
Chiquita nana, Chiquita nana
This ain't a peach from Atlanta
Or freshly squeezed Tropicana
Chiquita nana, Chiquita nana
Cal got 'em callin' the coroner
Dirty White Boy like I'm Foreigner
You know that reference went way back
Yo, because homie don't play that
See, now I'm referencing Wayans
Showing you Cal can go way in
You can start callin' me Goku
Watchin' me go Super Saiyan
Yer boy Cal don't play-play
I don't whip and I don't nae-nae
Where I'm from ya see a freakin' dead body every day-day
What? That's not true
Whose raps is true?
Good point. Carry on
These rappers are pathetic, they won't give Cal no credit
I'm doing all the angles, got my verses geometric
Focus attack like I'm Ryu
Psychic attack like I'm Mewtwo
Hittin' you up with a Shoryu
Stars on your head, I confuse you
I'll send you on a trip, I call that a Rest
I keep it 300, I call that Sudden Death
It's you again!
You better not do what you did last time when we did the signing together
No, no, no
Eh, fuck you, mang
I got rats in the attic
My grandma's diabetic
I'm also a diabetic
It runs in the family
We are all diabetic
Yeah, Thomas the Tank Engine
T-Thomas the Tank Engine
T-Thomas the Tank Engine
So fast, so fast
I love Thomas the Tank Engine
I love the Thomas the Tank Engine
I love the Thomas the Tank Engine
I love the helicopter in Thomas the Tank Engine, yeah
It's my favorite in the Thomas the Tank Engine
Percy, Percy-Percy-Percy is the green train
Thomas the Tank Engine
Yeah, yeah, they call me the Rain Man
So stop on calling me gay man, I'm not gay man so stop it
Stop calling me gay man, I just like Thomas the Tank Engine
Thomas the Tank Engine goes "choo-choo" when he's angry
Who's your favorite character in Thomas the Tank Engine?
Mine is Thomas for obvious reasons
All the other trains, Thomas defeats them
Because he's better than the other trains, yeah
Anthony's a fucking piece of shit
I agree
Don't ever fucking talk to me again
Me, too
Alright th-this next guy is the long lost son of the Vladimir Putin
Th-the N-N-NFKRZ!
Hey, NFKRZ on the block
There's a Russian on the track, you're about to get shot
Never been in the corner selling crack but I'm coming real hard like a fucking Cossack
These bitches always said I ain't gonna be high but I am on the track right now with the fucking Pink Guy
Don't know how it happened but since then nothing was the same
Russian boy with an english skill is right now killing the fucking game
N-F-K-R-Z with C-A-L and P-I-N-K-G
Slapping hoes that look like they from motherfucking musical.ly
Pulling up on you in that fucking Benz
All black, 24 inch rims and stanced
Ye I'll fuck this pussy just like I should
Gonna make you wanna say "that's pretty good"
Freeze motherfucker, I call this the "cold war"
Pull up on me check out what's in store
Think you're hot shit, more like a hot pocket
I'll destroy your career and turn it to profit
I sent you to jail like I'm Stalin
Steal your peninsula like I'm Putin
I'm high as fuck like I'm Castro
Got a huge cock like I'm Rasputin
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast
I'm the cyka, I'm the priest
Got a hunger for the cash
And yes right now I'm on a fucking feast
Yeah, yeah
That was really good!
I don't know what he said, but it was really, really good!
Really good
Yeah
Over |
somebody else | I shoulda been left
I coulda been crept
You're flirting with death (Yeah)
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gon' live with yourself
When I'm fuckin' on somebody else...
Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else
I can't believe it
How many times have I told myself that I would leave
And still I ain't leave you
How many times Imma go back and forth and convince myself I really need you
Fuck that I'm done with that shit
I have no use for excuses
So I may excuse you whenever you come with that shit
Silly of you to think I can't go find me a new you
Cause yes I did want you but I was fine before I knew you
And yes I'm aware that was back a long time ago
It won't take no time to get where I'm tryin' to go
I'm just gon' get myself back and then level up
But I still need back them calls and them bezels chump
Sometimes I just think to myself...
I shoulda been left
I coulda been crept
You're flirting with death (Yeah)
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gon' live with yourself
When I'm fuckin' on somebody else...
Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else
I'm 'bout to move on to something that's bigger and better
Wait, I hope that you know what I mean babe
When I say it's bigger and better
At first I was tryin' to forget ya
But now it seems it won't take nothin' but time to forget you
Don't care if you fine with the split up (No)
You only mine if I'm with ya (Whoa)
I'm pickin' up, movin' on
I gave you chance after chance
You kept doing wrong
Yeah, you kept doing wrong
Now I'm with somebody who do the things you can't do at all
You better call Tyrone
Whatever you do, just don't call my phone
Cause I got no answers for you
No more chances and romantics for you, yeah
Now that I think about it...
I shoulda been left
I coulda been crept
You're flirting with death (Yeah)
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gon' live with yourself
When I'm fuckin' on somebody else...
Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else
When you hear about it, it's gon kill you
When you see me with him, it's gon kill you
When you think about it, it's gon' kill you
Straight to voicemail, it's gon' kill you
And screenshots, it's gon' kill you
On Instagram with those jeans on and no ring on
It's gon' kill you
Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else
Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else |
the legend of the blind mc | “People say I’m crippled, but that’s a lie
they’re just mad ‘cause I’m so fly
being handicapped is a state of mind
I’m not disabled I’m just blind”
-The Blind MC
People often ask me why I feature Hip Hop so much in my blog posts. In the past, I have given short and incomplete answers, but here is the full story. It probably belongs in The Hard Thing About Hard Things, but I did not know how to tell it without Rap Genius.
In 1986, I was 20 years old and attending Columbia University in the City of New York. I received a phone call from my mother on the shared dorm room phone:
Elissa Horowitz: “Ben, I don’t know how to tell you this, so I am just going to say it. Seth has been shot.”
Me: “What? How? Is he alive? How could that happen?”
Elissa: “He’s been shot in the face. He’s alive, but the doctors say he will never see again.”
I dropped the phone. Seth Clark and his family—Joel, Adam, Dana, Joel, and Penny—were my family too. We lived two houses away from each other. We ate dinner with each other almost every night. We saw each other every day. I went on their family vacations. He was my brother and he was 13 and he was blind for life.
I tried to imagine what he was feeling and I couldn’t. Seth was smart and athletic. He stood over 6 feet tall at 13 and every high school football coach in the area wanted him on their team, but there would be no football. The more that I thought about it, it seemed like there would be no anything. What could a blind person do? Who would his friends be? Where would all his dreams go?
When I would call home, things sounded worse and worse. “He has pellets from the shotgun blast in his brain. He is having seizures. He is totally depressed. He hasn’t spoken a word to anyone in 3 months.” I felt completely helpless. We were losing Seth. I felt like a part of me was slowly dying.
Meanwhile, I was in New York City in 1986 and there was an explosion of a new kind of music called Hip Hop. It was unlike any other kind of music because the rappers were celebrating having nothing while aspiring to have everything. The songs were about growing up in the housing projects, surviving in the streets, and how great it was and how great they would become. At the time, Rock n’ Roll was about rejecting the world, but Hip Hop was about embracing it with all of its flaws. In an era of super groups and over production, rap groups didn’t even need instruments. It was mind blowing and I was captivated.
For people in New York, the music came primarily from two radio stations: WBLS and 98.7 KISS. The important DJs were Cool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout who not only played the songs, but also significantly enhanced them through amazing scratching and sampling. As I listened to Red Alert one evening, I thought, “This is so inspiring that nobody could listen and be depressed.” I immediately grabbed a cassette tape and inserted it into my boom box. I recorded that show and every Red Alert show from that point forward. I would then mail the cassette tapes to Seth every week.
After a few months of mailing the tapes, I called home and got a different response. “All Seth wants to do is listen to Cool DJ Red Alert. Can you send more tapes?” Then the next call: “Ben, Seth isn’t talking, but he wants to talk to you about Chuck Chillout and how he remixed something from this guy LL Cool J called, 'Rock the Bells'.” Seth was coming back. Hip Hop was bringing him back.
“Don’t need no help dictionary or thesaurus
my dog Dino, he’s a brontosaurus”
-The Blind MC
As summer approached, I became overwhelmed with the thought that I had to continue what I started. There would be no summer internships with computer companies or summer classes. This would be the summer of Hip Hop and Seth. Maybe we could do more than listen to the music. Maybe we could get into the game. As soon as I returned home, I started writing rhymes.
The first song that I wrote was based on an obsession with the Flintstones and was naturally called "Bedrock". I showed it to my friend David Stern who said that his friend Keith McArthur was a musician and could help put some beats together. I then called Seth and told him that we were forming a rap group and needed him. He was excited.
“The Blind Def Crew you know we’re fly
3 of us, but we got 4 eyes”
-The Blind Def Crew
Keith was amazing and figured out how to make my rhymes into songs. We all came up with proper rap names. Seth was The Blind MC, I was Tic Toc and Keith was The Phantom. Heavily influenced by Russell Simmons’ Def Jam records, we decided to call the group Blind and Def.
We were hanging out, listening to Red Alert and writing songs. It was heaven. One thing that I noticed at the time was that everyone other than Keith and me were extremely sensitive about the shooting and the resulting blindness. It was almost as though they were tiptoeing around Seth as so not to offend him. Meanwhile, Keith and I were relentlessly cracking jokes about how he couldn’t see and how funny that was. Within the context of the blindness, it was like there were two possible views of life: Either life was horrible and tragic or life was extremely brutal, but you had to embrace it—you had to be in the game. We chose the Hip Hop way; we chose the latter.
Perhaps because of that, we thought a great way to open the mixtape was with an amazingly racist sample from the Disney movie, Dumbo, from the black crows scene followed by The Phantom and me screaming at The Blind MC: “That’s the wrong record blind man, can’t you hear?”
Eventually, we recorded 4 songs on Keith’s 4-track recorder and were extremely pleased with the result. We were so excited that we decided to take a road trip to LA to try to record on my brother Jonathan’s 8-track recorder for higher quality and maybe get signed to a big time record contract.
The road trip didn’t go quite as planned, including the car overheating on the Grapevine and us getting stranded on the side of the highway, but we did record on 8 tracks. More importantly, through Hip Hop, Seth found his new self. Today he is a PhD student of history at UC Davis and has a beautiful family with his wife Chris.
I have posted the original mixtape to Rap Genius and annotated it here. It’s not a lost classic and it probably makes sense that we didn’t get signed, but if you listen close enough, you can hear the resurrection of The Blind MC.
That’s why I love hip-hop. So when people complain about the rap lyrics in my blog being hokey or gimmicky, I just defer to Nas:
"This our thing, you know what I'm saying
This came from the gut, from the blood
From the soul, right here, man
This is our thing, man
You know? So I say what I say”
THE MIXTAPEBedrock
Blind and Def
The Phantom
The Legend of MC H20 |
why you mad | Ayy
Ayyy
Yeah Baby!
Zoovier!
1738
x2
Really tell me why you mad son
(Why you mad, why you mad)
Is it cause a nigga balling, cause a nigga getting rich
You don't want to make me mad son
(Nah, Nah)
Cause if I pull out this Tommy I'ma let it finna rip
For them bands I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit
One self starter, stayed on my grind, Nitt Da Gritt told me don't waste no time
Smoking big dope shit, smelling like pounds
I drive a foreign, and the wheels look fine
Niggas boring, his flow is not like mine
Couple hundred just to watch my time
Niggas boring, his flow is not like mine
A couple hundreds just to watch my time
Since I was young I was jugging
Nickles and dimes of the nuggets
Ever since they robbed me, best believe I was bustin
Smoking like a zombie, Zoo Gang my niggas or nothing
Dicey and Monty got me, All my niggas'll cut to bustin
Seven-ten behind me, fuck niggas ain't saying nothing, Squad!
x2
Really tell me why you mad son
(Why you mad, why you mad)
Is it cause a nigga balling, cause a nigga getting rich
You don't want to make me mad son
(Nah, Nah)
Cause if I pull out this Tommy I'ma let it finna rip
For them bands I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit
You acting like a Fed, tell me why you mad
Is it cause I got that bag, or it's cause I copped that Jag
This Glizzles moves fast, they might get on your ass
Can't fuck her she ain't bad so ya'll can get her ass
My bitch a trap queen, and my Aunt a dope fiend
I'm a CEO nigga, you don't know what that means
I put on my hood and feed my whole damn team
I just say the word they kill the whole damn scene
Who's these niggas, well I know they not me
They don't excite me, they so plain like white tees
My life is a movie, call me young Spike Lee
I know why you mad, cause I get checks like Nike
x2
Really tell me why you mad son
(Why you mad, why you mad)
Is it cause a nigga balling, cause a nigga getting rich
You don't want to make me mad son
(Nah, Nah)
Cause if I pull out this Tommy I'ma let it finna rip
For them bands I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit |
evil twin | You've never met before
But still she greets you like a long lost rock 'n' roll
She's definitely one of those
Where you'll go wherever she goes
And with my body on my mind
Both stop talking at the exact same time
Trying to think of ways to make her mine
But they're difficult to find
It's not what I need
No, your love's not what I need
So don't give it to me
And she said
"Oh, well, I know this will sound cold, but I really have to go
No, it's not that I'm not free, there's nowhere I need to be
It's just your love's not what I need, so don't give it to me"
It's not what I need
No, your love's not what I need
So don't give it to me
And she said, "Baby, how can I believe you?
How can I believe you when you can't believe your luck?
No point sticking to the plan when it's come unstuck"
It's more a hunger than a thirst
She'll break your heart the second time
Before you know about the first
Looks well equipped to leave you in the lurch
But you'd let her do her worst
And it's not hard to tell
It's obvious the other angels faces fell
When she told him that she had to go
Swapped her wings and overcoat for something colourful
Tha knows
It's not what I need
No, your love's not what I need
So don't give it to me
No, your love's not what I need
So don't give it to me
No, your love's not what I need
So don't give it to me
No, your love's not what I need
So don't give it to me
Your love's not what I need |
love the way you lie remix | On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Now there's gravel in our voices
Glasses shattered from the fight
In this tug of war you always win
Even when I'm right
Cos you feed me fables from your head
With violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave
Til the walls are going up
In smoke with all our memories
This morning
You wake, a sun ray hits your face
Smeared makeup, as we lay in the wake of destruction
Shh! Hush, baby
Speak softly
Tell me how awfully sorry you are that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me
Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
Run out the room, and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
Baby, without you I'm nothing
I'm so lost, hug me
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
Then after that, shove me
In the aftermath of the destructive path that we're on
Two psychopaths, but we know that no matter how many knives that we put in each other's backs
That we'll have each other's backs cuz we're that lucky
Together we move mountains
Let not make mountains out of mole hills
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'
I may have hit you three times
I'm startin' to lose count
But together we'll live forever
We found the youth fountain
Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refuse counsellin'
Our house is too huge
If you move out I'll burn all two thousand square feet of it to the ground
Ain't shit you can do about it
Cuz with you I'm in my fuckin' mind
Without you I'm out it
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie |
sound check gravity | Gravity-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay on me
Never let me down gently
Gravity-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay with me
Never let me go no, no
Gravity-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
I don't know, love is breaking
I don't know love-love-love-love
I don't know, love is breaking
I don't know, love is breaking
I don't know, love is breaking
I don't know love-love-love-love
I don't pull me down
I don't pull me down on me
I don't pull me down
I don't pull me down on you
I don't pull me down
I don't pull me down on me
I don't pull me down
I don't pull me down on you
I don't know, love is breaking
I don't know, love is breaking
I don't know, love is breaking
I don't know love-love-love-love
Gravity-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay on me
Never let me down gently
Gravity-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay with me
Never let me go no, no
Gravity-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay on me
Never let me down gently
Gravity-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay with me
Never let me go no, no
Gravity-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay on me
Never let me down gently
Gravity-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay with me
Never let me go no, no
Gravity
I don't pull me down
I don't pull me down on me
I don't pull me down
I don't pull me down on you
I don't pull me down
I don't pull me down on me
I don't pull me down
I don't pull me down on you
I don't know, love is breaking
I don't know, love is breaking
I don't know, love is breaking
I don't know love-love-love-love |
angel of death | Now in my mothafuckin' heart I got a lot of real love, but my brain's unstable
I just wanna wish death onto major labels
I just wanna wish death onto basic cable
And the fuckin' radio station too fake to play true shit
Real music... kill the industry, body bag it with blue lips
Ohh shit, drop the casket in tulips
2 clips pop attacking you move quick! Woo!
Gotta warm it up I'm guessing
'Cause I'm flowing like I'm stepping with an AK-47
Semi-automatic, MAC-11 weapon and eleven methods
Of making medicine out of madness in a session
Man my vocal chords are bleeding 'cause I'm rapping with aggressiveness
It doesn't matter if I'm hoarse I'm practically a Pegasus
You're looking at a lunatic, I'm bigger and sicker
And every time I fucking pick up the liquor
I'm ripping it quicker and I don't give a fuck about the gimmick, I'm sick of it
This is the end of it, this isn't intimate
I don't wanna underestimate the fact that I got endless influence
I could probably make a couple children end up as idiots
All I gotta do is settle an argument with the devil
My heart isn't made of metal
But part of me's just an artist
And part of me is a martyr of marketing
At a level that's arguably incredible
Pardon the schizophrenia!
Demons are always talking to me and I fuck 'em often
My feet are up in a coffin, not breathing not fuckin' talking
I need you, I'm fucking stalking you
Searching until I find you
I'm LURKING I'm RIGHT BEHIND YOU
I'LL MURDER YOU: ON THE BIBLE
I admit that I'm a little loony
You could prolly stick me in the psycho ward
I'm thinking of leaving the planet earth and flying towards Heaven...
Walk in, holding two guns up
Since she's been gone, I ain't ever seen the sun up
I lost my mom when I was 23
And all I wanna know is what the Angel of Death wants from me
I wrote this song holding a baby she slept
Now I'm hoping I can save her from the mothafuckin' ANGEL OF DEATH
Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death)
Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death)
Angel of Death
(angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death)
Sit in my cinema, get to sippin' with a spliff
I got a soul, it be sinister with the sick, a lot of shit
I'm 'bout to give you the killer drama like Brian De Palma
Who be the angel that got me flying? My mama
Devil don't wanna see me tight as string in a piano
My levels equivalent to flight over when you see animals
Over the aircraft and into the universe
A lunar curse, when I sit down I'm ready to groom a verse
In the middle of a murder I kill up everything
I'm taking the title from the idol for the meddling with the metal head
Nigga better go hit the pedal, 'cause an angel don't ever give a damn what the devil said
Anybody wanna battle I'ma decapitate
I can do it, the fluid'll kill 'em off when I activate
I'ma laugh at a lot of a little lames, I lacerate
Murder masses with my mic I'ma masturbate
Leave y'all, with the tongue and these jaws
I'm incredible, haters don't wanna never recall
That I come to beast all, they free fall, 'cause we raw
N9na be heavy, you be the leaf on the seesaw
So competitive they gimme the bucks
They don't wanna step into me, 'cause I'm rippin' 'em up
And all the people that wanna get it
I'm ready, so come on with it
But if you a critic, we never giving a fuck, we living it up
I'm in a mess, I lost Maudie
I don't want anybody to call me
I'm really vexed and not jolly
Shit I been thinking is ungodly
Will I reign, will I stress?
Either way I'm gonna aim at your chest
I ain't tripping off the Angel of Death
'Cause Maudie Sue Yates is the Angel of Tech
Cha!
Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death)
Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death)
Angel of Death
(angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death)
Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death)
Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death)
Angel of Death
(angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) |
number | Woah
(Hello? Who is this?)
Hitmaka
Sound
(Wait, you actually remembered my number)
Sound
Baby, I'm wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Right, I just wanna taste it, let me slip inside
You know I'm in the 305, all night
You know I'ma need you to just sing to my mic, right now
Turn your drip into my drain, turn these bright lights down
I don't wanna sound like I'm evil, but I'm coming for that weed too (skrrt)
Thought I was done after round 1, but you know I'ma need 2
Oh my God, stop playing
I'm not gassing out this plane
Let me fuck you in that Wraith
I got big bills in my bank
Oh my God, stop playing
I might fuck on you all day
Eat that pussy with whipped cream, let you lick it off my face
Baby, I'm wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Baby, I'm wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Right, I just wanna taste it, let me slip inside
You know I'm in the 305, all night
Baby, I'm wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
There's not anything that I'd rather do
Then to leave the club and go home with you
What's that? Just might, good pipe, good night
Wake up, sunrise, best life
Oh my God, stop playing
I'm not gassing out this plane
Let me fuck you in that Wraith
I got big bills in my bank
Oh my God, stop playing
I might fuck on you all day
Eat that pussy with whipped cream, let you lick it off my face
Baby, I'm wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Baby, I'm wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Right, I just wanna taste it, let me slip inside
You know I'm in the 305, all night
Baby, I'm wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right? |
dis bitch dat hoe | Dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Ho, soakin' fuckin' wet
Ho, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Ho, soakin' fuckin' wet
Ho, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat is in this motherfucker, I know niggas hate
I know niggas wanna see me some where starvin' for a plate
Cause they bitches like to talk about us like they lick our balls
I don't never call that ho and she love my dirty draws
I'm a North Memphis pimp so you better recognize
Let cha' ho suck my dick while I'm lookin' in her eyes
I know y'all be tellin' lies, lyin' on ya dick ain't real
Nigga say he fucked my bitch and he couldn't wait to steal
But it's all to the goody though cause she payin' me
Free fuck for a hoody ho, never playin' me
To the curb with my Thunderbird while I'm smokin' herb
In the tub, playa rub-a-dub I just say the word
And her pussy'll open up like sesame
I'm the first in the hood to fuck so ya praise me
Off this bitch, I'mma check her butt, I ain't lazy
Man a housewife from a slut, is ya crazy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Ho, soakin' fuckin' wet
Ho, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see that pussy biiitch
Come through with a donation that'll make you riiich
Bigger lips on a pussy, let me see it blow a kiiiss
In the back with the yac now they blowin' on Ludacriiis
I can see it in her eeeyes
Gave me the pussy for a burger and some friiies
And they always wonder whyyy
Cause I put em' in a room and get em' so fuckin' hiiigh
Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha
My pinky shinin' with diamonds, my index on a Ruger
I wet these hoes in they sleep so just call me Freddy Krueger
The Boogie Man, oogie, woogie, give me that oogah, boogah
You can't deny it, no passin' by it, you gotta try it
I'm number one, public enemy power gotta fight it
I got my gun and my identity started a fuckin' riot
We havin' fun, it's some Siminese pussy, like it, buy it
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Ho, soakin' fuckin' wet
Ho, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho let me see ya pussy
Ho, soakin' fuckin' wet
Ho, soakin' fuckin' wet
You can get a room on ya free time, now that we alone
Tell that buster quit callin' you, turn off ya phone
It's the big dick monster, from the back puncher
Bang, bang, skeet, skeet, pull it out launcher
Juicy, juicy, fat, fat, cum run down ya crack
Man fuck a towel, I'mma let it shoot on her back
Ridin' Lac with the tv's, find a prostitute
Missy got this with ya bank, I'm gon' fuck with chu'
All in pursuit for a bitch with low self-esteem
(Man she say her pimp is a bitch), bitch what the fuck you mean
It could seem like I ain't strapped but it's in the holster
2-0-1 a revolvin' door or a roller coaster
Gettin' most of the game from these motherfuckin' jail walls
Hoes can't resist on these streets, hoes kissin' balls
Breakin' pimp laws, bitch that'll get cha' pimp smacked
You ain't got no cheese, oh that'll get cha' head cracked
Dis bitch, dat ho, ho |
tchiki tchiki | Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
J'sens l'odeur de mon âme qui brûle
Y'a rien à faire, c'est comme ça
Ouais, j'suis dans la vallée d'Hyrule
Pierres sales, j'construis la casa
Pardon la vie, j'serai jamais qui j'voulais être
Pardon la vie, tant qu'j'recompte les billets en mètre
J'fais des signes, je parle le QLF
J'brûle mes souvenirs, j'éclaire le bénef'
Cœur de billets, j'attends qu'on me greffe
Et sur le 22, c'est toujours Casper
Y'a assez de couilles pour leur faire la guerre
Pas assez de cœurs pour sauver la Terre
Wesh mes cliquos, je vends plus
Le rain-té jalouse ma plume
On s'est oubliés en bas
En haut, j'me rappelle de toi
Eh, tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
QLF nda
Eh, tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Le benda
Eh, tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
QLF nda
Eh, tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Le benda
Eh, j'parle pas tching tchong tchang tching tchang
Joue la folle dans ma chambre
Tiens, roule ça, que j'm'envole
(Tching tchang tching eh)
Bah ouais, j'fume ma drogue
J'calcule pas mon phone
Faut qu'j'recompte ma somme
(Tching tchang tching bam)
Troisième œil comme Tenshinhan
Joue, j'suis vif comme Nakata
J'mets plus le linge sale dans l'cabas (oin oin oin oin)
À fond dans Paname, j'fonce, j'ai la banane
Gros pec' dans l'hammam (am am am am)
Toute la tess avec un pet', pet', pet'
Un cachet, j'te montre ma tête-tête-tête
QLF sur la plaquette-quette-quette
Guette, guette, guette, brrr
Grosse te-pu, joue pas la Rihanna
J'suis un requin, j'suis pas un piranha
Va t'rendormir, ta schneck en pyjama
Ouais, ouais, fuck la 'sère, 'sère, 'sère
Sah, toi, t'es vert, vert, vert
J'sais qu'the world m'appartient, hein
Tant qu'on les sert bien, hein
L'monde, moi, ça m'convient, hein hein hein hein
Eh, tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
QLF nda
Eh, tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Le benda
Eh, tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
QLF nda
Eh, tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Tchiki tchiki, tchiki tchiki
Le benda |
purple dragons | With every death comes honor
With honor, redemption
Ryū ga waga teki wo kurau!
Um, to my ears that doesn't sound too bad |
prosthetic head | I see you, down on the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull
Self-effaced, what's his face
You've erased yourself so shut up
You don't let up
You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck
You can smell it but you can't see it
No explanation identified cause
You don't know
You don't say
And you got no reply
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you're an inbred bastard son
All dressed up, red blooded, a mannequin
Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic
You're pathetic
You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck
You can smell it but you can't see it
No explanation identified cause
You don't know
You don't say
That you got no reply
You don't know
You don't say
That you got no reply
I see you, down on the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover
You don't know. You don't say
That you got no reply
You don't know. You don't say
That you got no reply |
la danse | Ring the alarm
Hot ass nigga
Big ass head
So my dreams get bigger
Me campaign strong
So my flows get sicker
Confidence bigger then a drunk ass nigga, look
Mama work graveyard shifts
5 to 9, not a 9 to 5
Shit, she might end up in a graveyard quick
She dead inside but she gotta provide
But, her father got a brand new kidney
While I'm out here hanging wit' Whitney
I'm guilty, need whiskey
Plus she a stuck up chick like Whitley
Look, so many paths
Don't know which one
Peter picked a pepper but I can't pick one
Niggas get grown but they minds so young
So me cyant fuck witcha but me cyant go run
I just wanna run away
I'm feelin' like I'm in a maze
I'm trapped in, I'm wilin' out
I'm tryna find me a bigger route, say
I just wanna run away
I'm feelin' like I'm in a maze
The same old things like everyday
I'm gettin' tired of everything, say
I'm (Runnin')
I'm (Runnin')
I'm (Runnin')
I'm (Runnin')
I'm (Runnin')
I'm (Runnin')
Ah I'm (Runnin')
Ah I'm (Runnin')
I'm
I'm
Ah I'm (Runnin')
Ah I'm (Runnin')
I'm
I'm
Westside till I mothafuckin' die
Kevin got me flowin like I just got baptized
Runnin' through the money ya money is all lies
Matter for your matter, don't matter, we all die
Grandfather told me things that I'll never forget
Told me fame and honor ain't bigger than respect
It's funny we don't honor the honest we all lie
Pinocchio niggas your noses is all nine
Inches, something like my dick is
Hate when they mention
Did ya get my mentions
Question
Do you even fuck with a nigga like me?
Will ya bump me in about 3 days?
Really, IDC
'Cause every time a nigga talk
They can't see
The bigger picture, fuck yo filter
Me cyant go run but me cyant repeat
No! |
forgetting all about you | I tell myself I'd grow up after you
But baby, it's impossible to do
'Cause when you left, I found myself
And around, and around, and around I go now
I'm running out of room inside my brain
I'm celebrating nothing with champagne
Fill my cup with zero fucks
'Nother round, 'nother round, 'nother round
Let's go now
I was blue
But now, I'm cool
Every afternoon, I'm stoned as shit
Higher than the moon, not wearing pants
Laughing at cartoons, it's super fun
Forgetting all about you
Every single night, I'm making plans with my stupid friends
I drink 'til I'm sick, throw up in the club
It's super fun forgetting all about you
Hey Phoebe, let me hit this spliff
So I can finally breathe again
Life is like a ceiling fan, spinning 'round my head
It's like I really wasn't with the sitch
Until I learned to hit the switch
Turn you off, look in the mirror
"Ooh, I fucks with me again"
Ooh baby, life's crazy how it work out
You was playin', my turf, my grass
How you gonna win?
Bear trap, getting racks off of trolling shit
And going in on bitches in the background
I was blue
But now, I'm cool
Every afternoon (every afternoon), I'm stoned as shit
Higher than the moon (higher than the moon), not wearing pants
Laughing at cartoons (yeah, yeah), it's super fun
Forgetting all about you (Forgetting all about you, girl)
Every single night, I'm making plans with my stupid friends
I drink 'til I'm sick, throw up in the club
It's super fun forgetting all about you
La la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la
Forgetting all about you
I'm just tryna figure out my life
Take it day by day, one at a time
I'm losing it, so what? I'm fine
It's probably, probably, probably alright
Every afternoon, I'm stoned as shit
Higher than the moon, not wearing pants
Laughing at cartoons, it's super fun
Forgetting all about you
Every single night, I'm making plans with my stupid friends (stupid, stupid, stupid)
I drink 'til I'm sick, throw up in the club (throw up)
It's super fun forgetting all about you
La la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la
Forgetting all about you
La la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la
Forgetting all about you |
royal flush | Yeah, this is the... warm up
Okay, I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up
I blowed up, had a hole up in my pocket, now it's sewed up
They feinin' for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product
You niggas tryna stop it, better load up, I hang my coat up
Aye, I'm gon' be here for a while so I smile, haters
I'm on that green like a flower, like an alligator
Now or later, I'm serving niggas; I'm a sound waiter
Just tell me what you want, I bring that back an hour later
Look how I cater, dog what you afraid of? Nothing
They talking gangsta without no data, they fronting
Jackie-Chan, Jean-Claude-Van-Dam, straight stunting
I wish a nigga would say something
I'm a Carolina nigga, boy I got it on my back
Piggy back style I ain't talking 'bout no tat
And I'mma rep the Ville in every city that I'm at
And I guarantee I'm bringing home plaques
Shoutout to my brother Zach, and my mother, I love ya
Yea look ain't that about a bitch? This nigga on his own dick
They say I'm like the human body, I produce my own shit
And I tote my horns. A star when I was born
My name ain't James, my word is bond
Yea shoutout to Canibus, had a similar line 98-99
Damn, that was the times never mind dwelling in the past
You're listening to the future
The flows gets tighter, them hoes get looser
Then they wanna seduce ya like Medusa, be cool
I said I got a girl, she told me, "Me too! "
So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood
Baby don't be foolish but call her I'll watch her do it
Yea and this is only "The Warm Up" yea |
mes grands parents | Des fois, ma grand-mère sort un rôti de son sac à main
Elle fait toujours en sorte que tout l'monde mange à trois fois sa faim
Elle peut vivre six mois sans mettre le pied dans un magasin
Parce que c'est pas donné, un franc est un franc même si tu changes la monnaie
J'ai cru qu'mes grands-parents étaient radins mais c'est pas vraiment vrai
C'est juste qu'ils ont connu la vraie merde, et qu'ils ont peur de manquer
À l'âge où j'goûtais mon premier McFlurry Daim
Mon grand-père braconnait des lapins dans le jardin du noble du coin
À l'âge où j'ai eu mon premier scooter
Mes grands-parents plongeaient dans un ravin quand ils entendaient un réacteur
Ma grand-mère a le même téléphone que ton dealer
Avec son numéro scotché d'ssus même si elle le connait déjà par cœur
Mon grand-père il roule les "R" : il a l'accent de son patelin
Et ça ressemble bizarrement aux clichés d'un accent africain
Mon grand-père a creusé sa cave à la main
Il m'a déjà mis des grandes tartes en m'disant : "Fais pas l'malin"
Et il a des doigts, c'est des bites
À force d'y planter des clous, des hameçons, des agrafes et toutes sortes de câbles électriques
Mon grand-père a plein d'phrases philosophiques qu'il répète souvent
Genre : "Rien n'est illégal si personne n'est au courant"
Mes grands-parents ont souvent l'air un peu flippants
C'est sûrement parce qu'ils connaissent plus de morts que d'vivants
Et aussi parce qu'ils ont potentiellement tué des gens
Chez eux, y'a suffisamment de fusils pour alimenter tout un régiment
Mes grands-mères sont magnifiques sur les photos en noir et blanc
Autour desquelles y'a plein d'objets inutiles, fascinants
Mon grand-père pense que les joueurs de basket sont trop grands
Qu'en cas d'égalité au foot ça d'vrait se jouer au corner gagnant
Quand mon grand-père a passé le permis les feux rouges n'existaient pas
Et les clignotants, c'était ses bras
Mes grands-parents croient en l’évangile
Leurs enfants ont décidé d'laisser Jésus tranquille
Mon grand-père utilise le mot pédé pour dire pédophile
Il s'endort entre les plats comme s'il était sous Lexomil
Mon grand-père a plus d'filtres, il raconte les putes à l'armée
Ma grand-mère lui rappelle qu'à l'époque ils étaient d'jà mariés
Mes grands-parents ont l'disque-dur qui commence à ramer
On f'ra passer les histoires, laissera pas la mémoire s'effacer
J'ai suivi beaucoup de chemins
J'ai ouvert de nombreux sentiers |
party tonight | Lord let us party tonight
Cause tomorrow don't mean that we ball
Lord let us party tonight
Cause tomorrow they might kill us all
So we drink, and we smoke
Cause our problems won't let us go
We rolled around, head in the clouds
Living life the best that we know
Singing Lord let us party tonight
I just wanna see my friends in big body Benzes
Pay they bills and feed they kids
On occasion, we hit the club or go vacation
In places we never seen, that'd be amazing
We all dreamers not petty schemers, although you think
Know you racist, know you hate me
You too anxious to up and shoot me
That shit so stupid, look how they do me
This my last night, come and scoop me, singing
Lord let us party tonight
Cause tomorrow don't mean that we ball
Lord let us party tonight
Cause tomorrow they might kill us all
So we drink, and we smoke
Cause our problems won't let us go
We rolled around, head in the clouds
Living life the best that we know
Singing Lord let us party tonight
I just wanna celebrate in the back we made it
To the 'burbs
From the pavement
Ain't no placements for congragations
When you cool, but you you blazin'
Out on the corner
Not marijuana
Glock with no safety
Catching cases
Bullet strays
Killed a kid the other day
Why you shooting? That shit so stupid
Can't own the block or the stoop
And you gain the world just to lose it
I feel your struggle
Pops a hustler, ain't never hug ya
Mama say it like you daddy
She couldn't love ya
Its fucked up
When you moving but steady losing
Before you lose it put down tool
I'ma scoop you, singing
Lord let us party tonight
Cause tomorrow don't mean that we ball
Lord let us party tonight
Cause tomorrow they might kill us all
So we drink, and we smoke
Cause our problems won't let us go
We rolled around, head in the clouds
Living life the best that we know
Singing Lord let us party tonight
x2
Its our party and we fly if we want to
Higher than the pain that we go through
Celebrate the life that we might lose
If I don't see you again |
skin to bone | Skin to bone, steel to rust
Ash to ashes, dust to dust
Let tomorrow have its way
With the promises we made
Skin to bone, steel to rust
Ash to ashes, dust to dust
Your deception, my disgust
When your name is finally drawn
I'll be happy that you're gone
Ash to ashes, dust to dust
Ah, ash to ashes, dust to dust
Ah, skin to bone and steel to rust
Right to left, left to right
Night to day and day to night
As the starlight fades to grey
I'll be marching far away
Right to left and left to right
Ah, ash to ashes, dust to dust
Ah, skin to bone and steel to rust
Let tomorrow have its way
With the promises betrayed
Skin to bone and steel to rust
Skin to bone and steel to rust
Skin to bone and steel to rust |
khaza | Gates get the business cleared anywhere we at
Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me wacked
Name in his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other camps
Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try to give me the wrap
I'm in the street wit' it, you really won't be exact
Not a good gang member, the members'll probably rat
I don't trust many proficient at livin' that
I don't love women, I hit, you could get her back
Hang up in his face, watch how quick he call back
Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you call that?
You in the paint, now I get in wit' you, I’m wit' all that
Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back
Speakers bumpin' Omelly 'Osama Twin Lammas'
Grew up seein' violence, pull up, what's the knowledge?
Got my GED, wish I would have made it to college
Wishin' you was free, I could picture you right on 'side me
If I love you, go to war over nothin' if it's a problem
Diamonds in the T-O-P, diamonds in the bottom
Gold mouth dog, self-made, I'm a grinder
Stack paper, hit your girl later, it's a Friday
You know I got a lot of record labels tryin' to sign me
They say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the profit
Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it
Younger sister, tell her, 'Not interested', she a bopper
Healthy kid, Kodak Black, smokin' that broccoli
Bread Winners administration, I'm Luca Brasi
Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it poppin'
Wishin' I was wit' my children watchin' Mary Poppins
101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass while I'm on my island
Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, okay 'iego wit' the heater there
Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even there
Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me there
That bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me there
Comin' home to my apartment, findin' my daughter dead
Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter dead
Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the whole house
I don't go to funerals, but lean be gettin' poured out
Group home in Lake Charles, turn up, turn up, wait, pause
Atlanta wit' the cartel microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia material
What up with Big Tony, mafia material
Hand signal, shoutin' out the plug in the interview
My grandfather used to fuck wit' (-), I could get a few
Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner tube
Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers steady itchin'
Y'all shootin' videos where they 'posed want to kill me
I got 'em under the hood, the soft grade Civic
Balenciaga-rockin', but now it's all Forces
Call me what you want, lately pullin' up in Porsches
I'm the real plug, but started out an enforcer
Failure to comply, most likely might have to force you
Blow your brains out, the body bag or the coffin
Me and mi carnal in the Jag sippin' coffee
We don't get harassed by the badge where the warrant?
Never been a confidential witness, not informant
Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' this alarmin'?
I just got it in, watch how quick it disappear
You tall and you can't dress, really, you annoyin'
Lil' mama better get wit' me before I'm out of range
Right, they got him dumb, they kinda put me in the game
Me and Dreka dealin' wit' the green, that's the only play
Five hundred mil turned out in the safe
Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I don't plays
Street game legend in the game, I'm a stepper
Stayed at the Polish last time we was together
Mazi take care of my kids when it's up and then get messy
Cheeseburger hit, got the (-), bought the drop
The rap game fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga) |
summer friends | Ooh, ooh, ooh, incredible
My Lord, incredible
I believe
Socks on concrete, Jolly Rancher kids
I was talkin' back and now I gotta stay at grandma's crib
Bunch of tank-top, nappy headed bike-stealin' Chatham boys
None of my niggas ain't had no dad
None of my niggas ain't have no choice
JJ, Mikey, Lil Derek and them
79th Street was America then
Ice cream truck and the beauty supply
Blockbuster movies and Harold's again
We were still catchin' lightnin' bugs
When the plague hit the backyard
Had to come in at dark cause the big shorties act hard
Okay now, day camp at Grand Crossing
First day, niggas shootin'
Summer school get to losin' students
But the CPD getting new recruitment
Our summer don't, our summer
Our summer don't get no shine no more
Our summer die, our summertime don't got no time no more
'Cause you're my friend
Summer friends don't stay
You're my friend
Summer friends don't stay, stay around
Summer friends, summer friends
You're my friend
Summer friends don't stay
Summer friends don't stay, hey
Stay around here
Ooh, I used to kill 'em with the long hair
Mama hair salon doin' perms out the armchair
Dad was workin' late, he treat the crib like it's a timeshare
I would mow some lawns
Fold my ones like a lawn chair, hugh, hugh
Now I'm the same way, overtime all the time, every night, hey
Ready my blessin', now I'm ready how I wait
Never let a friendship get in my way
Never let a blog get in my way
Make the whole song do whatever I say
79th, 79th, 79th, hey
79th, 79th, 79th, hey
Some of my homegirls got lost in the paperwork
They was good friends but I faked the flirt
'Cause if it ain't work, can't make it work
It's been a minute since I called on a friend
Fucked up and fucked all my friends
'Cause you're my friend
All my friends
You're my friend
All my—
Stick around
Summer friends, summer
You're my friend
Summer friends don't stick around
Stick around, hey
And some of us
79th, 79th, 79th, hey
79th, 79th, 79th, hey
79th, 79th, 79th, hey, hey, hey
You're my friend
79th, 79th, 79th, hey, 79th
So put your head on my shoulder
Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
Citywide, citywide, citywide
Citywide, citywide, citywide
Citywide, citywide, citywide
Citywide, citywide, citywide
Citywide, citywide, citywide
I will wait around for you
I will wait around for you
So lay your head on my table
Lay your, lay your head on my table
May the Lord give your journey mercy
May you be successful, grant you favor
And bring you back safely, I love you
When I was so young before I could remember
I would always treat my gang like family members
Even when I changed, a nigga never changed up
I always bring my friends, my friends, my friends, my friends up
When I was so young before I could remember
I would always treat my gang like family members
Even when I changed, a nigga never changed up
I always bring my friends, my friends, my friends, my friends up |
feeling myself | Yo, B, they ready
Let's go
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket (Uh)
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks
My Maybach, black matted (Uh)
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit
Feelin' myself, back off
'Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off (Uh)
He be thinking about me when he whacks off
Wax on? Wax off
National anthem, hats off
Then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss (Uh)
Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce
"On The Run Tour", with my mask off
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh)
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh)
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world, world, stop—
Carry on
Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek (Uh)
Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek
Ridin'-ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (Uh)
Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless
He said "Damn, Nicki, it's tight," I say "Yeah, nigga, you right" (Uh)
He said "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe"
I said "Yes, daddy, I do, gimme brain like NYU" (Uh)
I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin' here is by you"
I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work
I got it, 36 of that real
Panky full of that bounce baby
Come get you some of that bounce baby
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh)
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh)
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm killin' my
Cookin' up that base (Base), lookin' like a kilo (Kilo)
He just wanna taste (Taste), biggin' up my ego (Ego)
(Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Ridin' through Texas (Ridin' through Texas) (Ridin' through Texas)
Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade
Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine
(Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine)
Ridin' through Texas (Ridin' through Texas) (Ridin' through Texas)
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow
Let that ho ho, let-let that ho know (He in love)
He in love with that coco
Why these bitches don't never be learnin'?
You bitches will never get what I be earnin' (Uh)
I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban
Ain't gotta rely on top 40, I am a rap legend
Just go ask the Kings of Rap, who is the Queen and things of that
Nature? Look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a laser
Rrr! Drippin' on that work, trippin' off that perc
Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work
Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got B's (Uh)
Stingin' with the Queen B and we be whippin' all of that D
Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this (Uh)
We run around with them ballers, only real niggas in my call list
I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know (Uh)
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
Hahaha, Rrrrrrrrrr!
You like it, don't'chyea? Snitches!
(*Laughter*)
Young Money |
promises | (Twinkle) Little (Star)
How I wonder what you (Are)
Sing it, Nami!
I've been coming home late night
I've been sleeping past daylight
I'm waking up, you're not by my side
Baby, that ain't right
I wanna be there with you
I really do be missing you
Everything I do is for you
And I really do adore you
You're getting so big now
And you're making me so proud
Cause you are such a star
And you know that you are
So every single little moment
I can't be there to hold your hand
I need for you to know that
I need for you to know that
Anything should happen, anything should happen
Cause anything could, if anything should happen
Know that you'll be alright, know that you'll be alright
Just promise you'll be alright, promise you'll be alright
If anything (Alright, promise I'll be alright)
(Promise I'll be alright, promise I'll be alright)
If anything should happen (Promise I'll be alright)
(Promise I'll be alright, promise I'll be, promise I'll be alright)
Swear that I can still feel you here
I just can't believe you're not here
I've been needing you
All I dream is you
I don't think I can make it
I don't think I can make it
But then I hear you say that
I bet not do nothing crazy
Cause Nami really needs you
And I would never leave you
Cause I am in the stars
And everywhere you are
And every single little moment
And every single bit of sunshine
Just know that I am right by your side
Know that you are right by my side
So I'm gonna make you so proud
And you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
No, you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
Promise I'll be alright, promise I'll be alright
Wish that you were here now
I'm missing you right here but
Promise I'll be alright, promise I'll be alright
Promise I'll be alright, promise I'll be, promise I'll
Promise I'll be alright, just know that I'll be alright
Know that I'll be alright, know that I'll be, know that I'll be alright
Alright
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Everything is alright, everything's in your mind
And life is what you make it, life is what you make it
And anything can happen, anything can happen
But you just gotta get past it, you just gotta laugh at it
Anything can happen, you fall down get back up
And you better believe that nothing holding me back
So everything is alright, everything is alright
Everything is alright, promise I'll be
Promise you'll be, promise we'll be alright
Hello, echo |
hot dogs | We're so excited, we don't know what to do
Because we're about to reenter the level above humans
I couldn't have had a better life than I've had in since 21 years
And if it was good here, I know it is going to be good-twice as good when I get up there
This isn't a troubling circumstance, don't take it as that-it is just a gateway, just a drawing
W-What we're doing is we're going home. We're going home to those individuals who sent us here to do this task, and this is the happiest and joyous thing that you can-
Alright
Raised on dirty hot dog water and popcorn butter
EPMD tellin' me every popstar a sucker
Don't let him smell the potstickers, he'll stick around for supper
He'll stick around for cheesecake, then three days, then the summer
Where spiders eat their mothers, where rodents eat their young
I'm not here to make sense where there is none, that's dumb
My attitude is ghastly, any gallantry been going gone
I think I'm probably a lot like dating Mola Ram, I should work on that
The geezer not a leader, I'm a loner
Lover, believer, upholder of the under
Just not a people person, please forgive me if I'm flustered
I'll save a thousand whales before your grits are even buttered
My name is Aesop Rock, I've been a mess for my entire life
All I know is fight or flight, what the fuck's a silent night?
Who the fuck are you to tell me who the fuck you even are
This is more than band-aids over itsy-bitsy bleeding hearts
This is GNR announcing Jesus Christ on lead guitar
Finding Heather Hunter still inside your college VCR
Mirror mirror on the wall, I feel like a fucking dog
Something this depraved is not a product of a loving God
Periwinkle Pegasus through rat-infested LEGO bricks
Hug his mother briefly, then we're off to see the exorcist
I will not be checking messages
Why, should I be?
Special is as special does, you aren't special just because
Yes your mother said you was, that's pretty much what mothers does
Someday I might find the pluck to roam the Earth with zero strings
Cut the tether float this feather over eastern seaboard winds forever
Like seaboard kings invested in the the froth and fog
They'll talk of his adventuring and call him things like "salty dog"
He freed like a bajillion prisoners from some secret haunted vault
Always had a L to puff, never yelled "Get off my lawn!"
Full disclosure I don't even have a lawn
If I did I'd probably grow the grass until the house was gone
Kick it ‘til the town forget the address or the house at all
This is how performance art exacerbates an albatross
I should maybe shake some hands
I should turn the music down
Have some people over without asking them to move a couch
But, since you're here I've got this awful futon I could do without
Should take like two seconds... |
fourth of july | You and I were, you and I were fire
You and I were, you and I were fire
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fire
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon
And I miss you in the June gloom too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you
But I guess you never know
May the bridges I have burned
Light my way back home on the fourth of July
I'll be as honest as you'll let me
I miss your early morning company
If you get me
You are my favorite what if
You are my best I'll never know
And I'm starting to forget
Just what summer ever meant to you
What did it ever mean to you?
Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean any of it
I just got too lonely, lonely, whoa
In between being young and being right
You were my Versailles at night
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon
And I miss you in the June gloom too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you
But I guess you never know
May the bridges I have burned
Light my way back home on the fourth of July
My 9 to 5 is cutting open old scars
Again and again till I'm stuck in your head
Had my doubts but I let them out
You are the drought
And I'm the holy water you have been without
And all my thoughts of you
They could heat or cool the room
And no, don't tell me you cried
Oh, honey, you don't have to lie
Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean any of it
I just got too lonely, lonely, whoa
In between being young and being right
You were my Versailles at night
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon
And I miss you in the June gloom too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you
But I guess you never know
May the bridges I have burned
Light my way back home on the fourth of July
I wish I'd known how much you loved me
I wish I cared enough to know
I'm sorry every song's about you
The torture of small talk with someone you used to love
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon
And I miss you in the June gloom too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you
But I guess you never know
May the bridges I have burned
Light my way back home on the fourth of July |
cmon catch em by surprise | Catch ‘em by surprise
Let’s catch ‘em by surprise!
Catch ‘em by surprise!
Let’s go! Bounce to the beat, people hands up!
Everybody in the place stand up!
And jump it, shake it, rush the club!
Till the whole entire building is rammed up!
And there is nothing you could do to hold ‘em off!
And what a beautiful women be showing off!
We are about to cause a riot in this bitch!
Till we hearing the fire alarms going off!
We got ‘em watching
Do we really got ‘em all in a trance?
We got ‘em watching
Do we really got ‘em all in a trance?
We got ‘em hypnotized
Every time I come in and I step up in the building
And we lit the fires so I hope you know we got it run on
Cause you gotta know that when we get this right and
Whenever I’m in the spot there ain’t no question that you gotta (C’mon!)
And hurt 'em up! (Give it to ‘em!) Wet 'em up! (Let me do 'em!)
Spark another match and let it flame. Get your dumb on!
Everybody already know every time I do what I do
Bust' Ryhmes make the people wanna (C’mon!)
Let's go cause you know we gon' fly (Gon' fly!)
Get loose. Everybody get, get
Now I wanna see all of my people form a line
If you with me let me see you just (C'mon!)
With Diplo and Tiesto, we about to create a fiasco
Now get your club on, and if my people really with me then (C'mon!)
We got ‘em hypnotized
Catch ‘em by surprise
Let’s catch ‘em by surprise
We got ‘em hypnotized |
keep it movin | I do the walkin'
You do the talkin'
I keep it, I keep it, I keep it movin'
Control yo' liquor
You do too much talking
Raps a sport
But you do too much jockin
Be smooth around that chick
Boy shes elevated
Be at peace with yo' self
Boy get meditated
You never jaded right now
Boy hold onto that
Cause you about to turn up
And you ain't wrong for that
Just remember why you started
And what you did it for
You were tryna' just vent
Fuck an aventador
You got a lion in you boy
Go head let it roar
Don't be nervous this is it
What you trembling for?
I know you wanna' tell those girls
That they messed up
I know you wanna' flaunt yo life
For your self doubt
But know that you're the next up
I do the walkin'
You do the talkin'
I keep it, I keep it, I keep it movin'
I know some family secrets
Got ya whole perspective changing
I know you lost a couple people
I know its devastating
I know you make a couple songs
Just to cope with it
I know some people get offended
Boy just go with it
I know you spend a lotta' money
That you might regret
But don't feel bad you made some moments
That you won't forget
I know you juggling a lot
I know you drink too much
Boy calm down it ain't life or death
Don't think too much
I do the walkin'
You do the talkin'
I keep it, I keep it, I keep it movin'
I heard that scared money
Don't make no money
Oh you wanted more
You gon' take some from me
Yo Russ lemme front you on this zip
I guess that I'm the pimp if this life's a bitch
Niggas tell me John talk that shit
From Ben Franks to the Washington's
Godly flow but this sin on fleek
Niggas tell me just spend don't teach
Everything we find we keep
What the hell would this reverend preach
With the devil all in my reach
If God is here then his armors breached
Million angels in my movie seats
Boy I made it off of Pryor
Where it's easier making it outta' fire
Where dope dealings a form of college
Guess Eve feeding me her papaya
From the masses to the messiah
I do the walkin'
You do the talkin'
I keep it, I keep it, I keep it movin' |
zombie | If you're a zombie
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Lynch, E-40
It's that season of the sickness, you're witnessing nigga sittin' spin
I'mma get you addicted when I spit shit, venomous shit, shit again
Shit so much I gotta go to Costco to get my toilet paper
Hit so much, spit so much, grip the pistol up, I'm a skitzo nut
Zeppo rape or keep her safe or he could take her
Chill pill, real deal, kill bill
I might be sick, but that ain't the reason that I still spit real ill
Niggas ain't got no lyrics when I hear it I'm like, "What's up with that?"
Everybody wanna copy me, so I'm choppin' 'em up, leave rotten meat
I'mma be drama free like my momma be
Suicide before I let a nigga ride on me, that ain't comedy
I don't get, I don't have to get it
Mini AK, I call him midget
And he got a sister heatin' 'em up, makin' his skin blister
I'm a monster you're a zombie
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I'm lookin' out the window and it's thundering and lightning
2 in the afternoon the sky is black and it's frightening
They're howling, lurking and prowling, growling
Back we're smiling, crowding around my place
Gimme forty feet and a ounce of space
'Fore I bust you in the face with thumper (thumper)
Pack three guns like a hunter (hunter)
Kick a nigga ass like a punter (punter)
Beat a muthafucka like a drummer (drummer)
Base play crazy, half a hate a hazy
Floor game like the Gracie's
I'm a monster, I'm a fiend on the microphone
Welcome to my twilight zone, play me foul get tombstoned
Send you to hell where you belong
Gonna wish you had a muthafuckin snow cone, no coat on
I got the wickedest flow
Serve a muthafucka take-out to go
Send a hubba head to a sucka front door
Lynch and 40 Water, Nina in this ho
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If you're a zombie see your lovin' every way Tech, Lynch and 40 sing
See ya gotta be conscious of what it means
Then I know that you're ready for what it brings
Do you know what I mean when I say Caribou Lou?
Then you're tellin' me Tech Nina go ahead and do you?
Do ya never get enough of Nina and you listen when you with the crew?
KC tea, you knowin' just what it do
Your ass probably startin' to mosh pit
Lovin' every minute of bangin' this boss shit
You throwin' up your set around all cliques
You never wanna be hangin' with a soft bitch
You know who you are muthafuckas
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lone | So, what's going on, Wolf? Talk to me, man. People worry, we hear stories about you getting into fights and all this unnecessary bullshit. What's on your mind? Talk to me, I'm here
Domo roll another one
I'm just fuckin' with you I ain't smokin' none
My squad bring terror, no intended pun (Wolf Gang, nigga)
Merch booth made niggas extensive funds
Mama got the Rover with the Range
She don't ever ever gotta struggle, not again
And I put that on my dead grandmama's name (Rest in peace)
Too soon
Uh, my nigga Slater, yeah that's my little pony
Little homies is repping like I been fucking with Kony
Nigga Phillip and Kobi, to my niggas that know me
Ya boy seem happy as fuck but truthfully ya boy lonely
Nigga's a target for marketing, he's an artist
Can't even walk into Target without botherin customers botherin
Asking me for a picture, can I talk to they sister?
Naw nigga, get lost, you're fucking smothering
God I wanna quit, but I can't
'Cause mother and sister can't pay the rent
Four stories with storage, I'm 21 with a mortgage
And touring's paying the bills, life is paying for thrills
Lifes' a bitch bruh but from the third-floor man, she's gorgeous
A year ago I was broke, now how can I afford this?
I started off with disposables, now I have an assortment
And I'm using these negatives to develop a portrait
Now the frame is a pain in the ass to get it in
Without a scratch or stain on the glass, but that's not important
Just as long as it's printed, and I hinted it is
And when I get it I'll make sure you get a copy, bitch
Shit I'll even add a signature with the fuckin' pic-ature
I'll even tell you the film I used, and the aperture
Domo roll another one
I'm just fuckin' with you I ain't smokin' none
My squad bring terror, no intended pun (Gang, nigga)
Merch booth made niggas extensive funds
Mama got the Rover with the Range
She don't ever ever gotta struggle, not again
And I put that on my dead grandmama's name
Too soon
Grandmother died, didn't cry not a tear
Not gonna lie, fucking weird no water dripped out the eye
But when I got the news, yup it left your boy stuck
'Cause when my mom dipped, she was the one that gave me a fuck
Mom calling and calling, I'm on my way to a show
I answer, she crying, saying, "Sadie is dying"
The doc said she only had a week for us to speak
Before she deceased, cause cancer was just eating her cheeks up
Fuck, nah this is really awkward for me, bruh
I hang the phone up, and adjust my seat back
And started to think, like, "What the fuck just happened?"
I never had a death and I just seen her a week ago
Meet them at the hospital I should
In between the set of BADBADNOTGOOD
Lionel asked what happened I said it's bad bad, not good
Just take me to the Cedars-Sinai off of Oakwood
Getting there, family sitting center chair
Awkward in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning air
Getting there, need a sticker saying how I got in there, there's a room
Open up the curtain, she's just sitting there, hello
Our conversation's brief, couldn't even make eye contact when we speak
Lookin' at her you could tell all she had was weak
And I'm not talkin' days bruh, I'm talkin' 'bout her strength
I sat there 20 minutes tops, hoping it was just a fucking plea that she could cop
She died that night
Dr. TC: Oh, that's heavy man, I'm sorry for your loss
Tyler: Yeah, whatever, don't worry about it...
Dr. TC: Last time I seen Sammy, he was lookin' for you
Tyler: Fuck that nigga Samuel
Dr. TC: Uhh, have you seen him?
Tyler: Nah, but if I seen that nigga I woulda killed him |
melting | Why, why, why, why
Yeah, why, why
Yeah, why, why
No doubt about it I'm melting, ooh melting
World full of wonder if you open those eyes
Shed yourself, get out the disguise
Slow mo we all want acceptance
Truth, fuck that, get off that
Accept truth, be free, and carry on baby
Hey
No doubt about it I'm crumbling, ooh crumbling
No issue I got it, X-Ray through the lies
To enter the void got to lose more of your mind
It happens the same old downward spiral
And I weep, to sleep, give it all I've got in the morning
So good night my baby
Instant pain, hey |
piece of mind | To be honest, I think we spend so much time
Trying to find answers for things
And maybe it's just not meant to be answered
I think sometimes the best things
Are in the unplanned and the unknown
And sometimes when we balance back and we do it
We don't know how we did it, we just do it
It's something in us, whether that's our intuition
Whether that's the way we been raised
Whether that's down to even what we put in our bodies
Do you get it? So I think—I think that can remain a mystery
And I think that's okay for it to remain a mystery
Does that make sense?
Tryna forget all of the messages
Tryna forget all of the stressin'
'Cause damn it was (extra and—)
Tryna forget all of the secondary
Feelings I had, man, it was fuckin' scary
Tryna get back to all my old ways
Tryna get back to all the hobbies
From my old days (gettin' back)
Tryna forget all the unnecessary
Thoughts from my head, man, it was pretty scary
At least I learned a thing or two about me and you
What we went through, it made me who I am (I am, I am)
I can feel again, won't be numb again (numb)
At least I didn't mess it up, that was all your touch
I don't miss it much, but it made me who I am (I am, I am)
I can feel again, won't be dumb again (dumb)
Said I'm tryna break off a piece of mind
A piece of mind that I can't get right
(Can't get it right)
Said I'm tryna break off a piece of mind
A piece of mind, my heart's on my side
(Heart is on my side)
You said yourself, you made me who I am
You told me that after you, I would never love again (Didn't I?)
Oh you made sure that I would lose myself
So I wouldn’t see, I needed no one else
You tell me that I was worth a million smiles
And tell me that I was worth a million miles
And tryna make sure that I forget the times that
You made me think that I just couldn't shine, yeah
At least I learned a thing or two about me and you
What we went through, it made me who I am (I am, I am)
I can feel again, won't be numb again (numb)
At least I didn't mess it up, that was all your touch
I don't miss it much but it made me who I am (I am, I am)
I can feel again, won't be dumb again (dumb)
Said I'm tryna break off a piece of mind
A piece of mind that I can't get right
(I can't get it right)
Said I'm tryna break off a piece of mind
A piece of mind, my heart's on my side
(My heart is on my side)
On my side, yeah
On my side, yeah
Gotta get a little piece of mind
Gotta make sure that it feels just right
Gotta make sure that I’ll make it last this time
Said I'm tryna break off a piece of mind
(I'm tryna break off)
A piece of mind that I can't get right
(Mind that I can't get)
Said I'm tryna break off a piece of mind
(A piece of my mind)
A piece of mind, my heart's on my side
(My heart’s on my side)
(My heart's on my side—yeah, yeah) |
2014 yeezus tour dates | February 13 2014 University Park, PA, Bryce Jordan Center
February 14 2014 Baltimore, MD, Baltimore Arena
February 15 2014 Newark, NJ, Prudential Center
February 17 2014 Montreal, Quebec, Bell Centre
February 18 2014 Hamilton, Ontario, Copps Coliseum
February 19 2014 Albany, NY, Times Union Center
February 21 2014 Uncasville, CT, Mohegan Sun Arena
February 22 2014 Atlantic City, NJ, Boardwalk Hall
February 23 2014 Uniondale, NY, Nassau Coliseum |
laugh now cry later | Uh-huh, understand this
I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin about
I ain't tryin to hear none of that shit
Nigga I'mma do what I wanna do
When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it
And you better hope I don't do it to you
Now, I don't care what momma got to say
I don't care what grandmomma got to say
Nigga I'm grown
Let me tell you a lil' somethin about me
I was born not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup
Turn it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up
Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it up
My own momma can't keep me from loc'n up
One ear out the other, one man out to smother
The neighborhood, that left me here without my brother
Fuck you undercovers and you dirty motherfuckers
In the hood, that still fuck without rubbers
Club hop, bar hop, car shop, nail shop
To the mall, spend it all, why the hell not
What bills, what rent, don't know what's spent
Why you care, do you work for the government?
Fuck it homey, I'mma laugh now and cry later
Get your paper we can laugh now and cry later
All you players you can laugh now and cry later
Investigators let you laugh now and cry later
See I'm a product of this urban decay
A nigga dyin for tomorrow, but live for today
A nigga lie steal and borrow, and cheating's okay
Don't you tell these motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea
Cause I'mma fuck up my baby's credit, let him regret it
7 months old he's already got a jail record
I'm the one to blame, put it in my momma name
She's a drama queen, but I got the bling bling
I need the watch and the bracelet and the earrings
I need you all to show up at my hearings
Tell the judge I'm a nice nigga, good nigga
And I'mma play the sad face when he look nigga
"The number you are calling was lost, and cannot be called back"
"Your last call return service"
It's fucked up, that y'all won't accept my calls
Tell momma, at least she can send some drawers
These walls, make y'all forget about me
I'm comin home, in 2033
But that's irrelevant, did you get the mail I sent
What I tell a bitch, you better stay celibate
She start lyin to me, tell me who she ain't fuckin
Never tell me that my homeboys ain't nothin
Bun in the oven, it belong to my cousin
Got the nerve, to tell me that you really love me
(What?) I'mma kill her ass when a nigga make parole
Hit her with my cane, cause a nigga gray and old
Man, it ain't right man
Y'know y'all ain't doin me right man
A nigga tryin to do right man
Y'know I'm tryin to change my life man, y'know?
I done found the Lord while I'm in here, y'know?
I I'm tryin to do right now, I mean
Y'know I'm sorry for everythang
That I, I I mean y'know
That's fucked up how y'all doin me man
Y'all niggas could at least send me somethin
"Alright, first four guys, let's go... lock it up" |
acab | Let’s Go
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (thuggin’)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (thuggin’)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (thuggin’)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let’s Go
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (thuggin’)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (thuggin’)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (trap God)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let’s Go
Fuck the мусора, нахуй police
Нахуй police, нахуй police (окей-окей)
Эй, ACAB, эй, ACAB, окей
Эй, ACAB, эй, ACAB
Эй, ACAB, эй, ACAB
Эй, ACAB, эй, ACAB
Нахуй мусоров, ведь эти пидоры сосут (ха!)
Они палят в спину, когда я сливаю труд
Оп, оле-хоп, аллилуйя, hella goop
Hella xans, hella bands, hella guns, hella boof
Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof
Who let the dogs out?
Boof, boof, boof, boof
I let my dogs out
Hoe, я не бойскаут, Тэйпи в трэпе — Джуггернаут
Jugg, со мной Glock, зову это «blackout» (бр-р-я)
АК-47 издаст «бурра-па-пам-пам»
Если тебе нужен xan, пиши мне «ям-ям»
Офицер тупой, этот офицер — даун
Если я играю в пушки, слышь, another man down
Это A-C-A-B, по Москве и Saint-P
Меня примут maybe, отсосите pee-pee
У Тэйпа, и у гэнга
У районов, да, я бэнгер
Да, я danger, белый Рейнджик
Белый Панк, как белый рейнджер
Мой Glock — это вдоводел
Uncle Стёпа — милиционер
Трачу весь gwop на новый Moncler
Baby — hoodrich, да, я — миллионер
Я прикупил себе Glock
Whole lotta shooters на block
Banana clip на АК
Четыре буквы — ACAB, huh
Let’s Go
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let’s Go
Let’s Go
Let’s Go |
oodles o noodles babies | This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies
His ma’ smoked the crack while she was pregnant so he can't even help that he crazy
He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal
I ain't have nobody to give me no hope
I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke
I used to wish that my daddy was livin'
I had a dream that I seen him as ghost
I used to act up when I went to school
Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt
Wanted my family to come to my games
My mama couldn't make it 'cause she was at work
Lived with my grandma, she took me to church
Really no I ain't wanna go
Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket
And her forehead was cold
I was like 4 years old
We couldn’t afford no clothes
It was hand me down
Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary" now
Havin’ nightmares about Candyman
With the tool on me like a handyman
Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, "Damn it, man"
Had to see the footage on a camera, man
On the pavement, with his brains out
With the white sheet, he was laid out
Wanna ask 'Ye, "Is this a choice?"
It was like this when I came out
What the fuck is you really complaining 'bout?
I know niggas that's never gon’ make it out
This that shit you won't see in the media
Poor get poorer and the rich gettin' greedier
Lot of daddies goin' back and forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin' up and repeating them
This the belly of the beast, you won't make it out
Man, this shit was designed just to eat us up
And my momma told, "Nigga, keep it up
You gon' end up in prison, just sweepin' up"
Remember, nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, they can't believe it's us, no
I think it's funny how
We used to go to school, play SEGA's
And then, next thing you know, you runnin' 'round with Glock .40s
We ain't never believed in the police, they was shootin' us
Yeah, they called it the projects, they put us in projects
What they gon' do with us? Can't call the cops yet
You might just get popped at
'Cause they the ones shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps, it's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us, I ain't meet God yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me and Lucifer, look what they do to us
They know we in poverty
When I went to court, the judge said, "Meek, you a menace to society"
Huh, you said, you would give me a chance, your honor, why would you lie to me?
16 more years of probation, you know you gon' get some more time on me, huh
Whole hood goin' crazy, babies havin' babies
She was fourteen, actin' like she eighty
Got pregnant by a nigga that was locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing (Word up)
See, I got homie that's a billionaire
And I be tryin' to explain it to him like
If your mom ain't on crack or if she got a job and she doing eight hours a day
And your daddy in the graveyard or in the jail cell, who the fuck gon' babysit? |
show me what you got | This is a state of emergency
What you want me to do? I'm sorry!
I'm back
Hey, hey, hey
Show me what you got, lil mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shorty
Show me what you got, baby
Hands up and waves, waves, waves, waves
Give the drummer some
I already gave the summer some
It's the winter's turn, Hovi Hov is the coldest
I'm just getting better with time, I'm like Opus One
Young, no two alike like a snowflake
Okay, show me what you got babe
Words is slurring, engine purring
Mami front, but I'm so determined
Shots of Patron, now she in the zone
I ain't talking bout the 2-3
Mami in the zone like the homie two-three
Jordan or James, makes no difference
We all ballin' the same
Nigga, I am the Mike Jordan of recordin'
Nigga, you might want to fall back from recordin'
What you write is not important
So it forced him to go for the hype
For being brave they may applaud him
But misery, I will assure them
Aww baby, just ignore them
Truth or dare, mami, listen and learn
I got a drop, I just took off the top, it's your turn
Show me what you got, lil mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shorty
Show me what you got, baby
Hands up and waves, waves, waves, waves
H.O.V.A., gold bottles of that Ace of Spade
Why even fool with these other guys, they all stingy
All these dudes know how to say is gimme
Gimme some head, gimme some brain
Gimme your number, gimme your name
But if I get one night baby girl, I swear
I'll make you tell these other dudes gimme got you here
I'll take you shopping, take long trips
I'll take the cork off, you can take sips
I'll take you there, take my time
Take your clothes off, you take off mine
Ma, show me what you got
Hovi in the spot, tried to told you I was hot
Tell these other dudes it's a wrap
Get the fuck out the throne you clone, the King's back!
Y'all got less than two months to get y'all thing together
Good luck
Show me what you got, lil mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shorty
Show me what you got, baby
Hands up and waves, waves, waves, waves
Ladies and gentlemen, the most incredible
H-O, uh huh
H-O, uh huh
He's back
Justin Blaze
Blazettes
Roc-A-Fella Records
Dynasty continues, y'all die
Uh huh, peace! |
no type | Yeah
EarDrummers
Bad bitches is the…
Mike WiLL Made-It
Yeah
I don't got no type (Nah)
Bad bitches is the only thing that I like (Woo)
You ain't got no life (Nah)
Cups with the ice and we do this every night (Hey)
I ain't check the price (I got it)
I make my own money, so I spend it how I like (Woo)
I'm just livin' life (Hey, hey)
And let my mama tell it, nigga, I ain't livin' right (No)
Chop the top off the Porsche, that's a headless horse (Hey, hey)
Extendo long as an extension cord (Damn, cord)
Bitch, I ball like Jordan (Jordan), and I play full court (I play full court)
And if you not my type then you know I got to keep this shit short (Gotta keep this shit short with you, ayy)
What you know about a check?
What you got up in your pocket?
What you spendin' when you shoppin', dawg? (Hey)
Why you wanna go flex? like you all in the mix
Like you got some shit poppin' off (Hey)
I got some models that you see up in the movies (Hey, hey)
And they wanna make a flick for the camera (Yeah)
Wanna be Kim Kardashian (Hey)
Heard I was livin' like a bachelor (Woo)
I don't got no type (Nah)
Bad bitches is the only thing that I like (Woo)
You ain't got no life (Nah)
Cups with the ice and we do this every night (Hey)
I ain't check the price (I got it)
I make my own money, so I spend it how I like (Woo)
I'm just livin' life (Hey, hey)
And let my mama tell it, nigga, I ain't livin' right (No)
Spend it how I like (Yeah)
Sinnin' every night (Yeah)
Push start the whip (Hey)
Brought it straight to life (Come to life)
Blowin' on the kush (Blowin')
'Til I'm out of sight (I'm gone)
I don't check the price (Bitch)
All I do is swipe (Woo)
She said, "What's your type?" (Yeah)
I said, "I like what I like" (Yeah)
I don't second guess (Nah)
I just roll the dice (Keep it movin')
Keep your two cents (Hey)
Take your own advice (Hey)
I've been livin' life (Yeah)
Like I lived twice
I don't got no type (Nah)
Bad bitches is the only thing that I like (Woo)
You ain't got no life (Nah)
Cups with the ice and we do this every night (Hey)
I ain't check the price (I got it)
I make my own money, so I spend it how I like (Woo)
I'm just livin' life (Hey, hey)
And let my mama tell it, nigga, I ain't livin' right (No)
I don't got no type, I don't got no type
And let my mama tell it, nigga, I ain't livin' right |
wyje wyje bane | Piszą do mnie, pytają "Co jest, co robisz?", "Hejka, siemaneczko, może gdzieś skoczymy coś, jakaś imprezka, może potem wpadniemy do Ciebie?". Kurwa nie mam czasu, zarobiony jestem, rozumiesz? Ja robię rap, ja mam plany
Życie zrobiło mi flip
Byłem dziś w Łodzi, chodziło o klip
Dla mnie to feat, dla Ciebie bardziej kto z kim
I pisze mi milf (milf), tak pisze mi milf
Czy mam ochotę na bara bara?
Najlepiej zaraz bo ma parę chwil
Totalny chill jest, czuję wanilię w tym
Poczekaj milfie - teraz nie mogę bo muszę nagrywać ten styl
Totalny chillout, ustalmy że jutro podbijam
Wyjątek to jutro, bo full mam terminarz, a w piątek mam de lite
Kurwa to jutro jest deadline, ta jedna chwila i żegnam
To drugi check-in do tej samej rzeki
Tym razem się przepłynąć na drugi brzeg da
(Tas mówi przerwa) chwila, jak smoothie cierpka jest ta chwila
To pora zamówić cierpa, żegnam się i rozpływam...
Czas płynie, płynie
A Ty wyje wyje bane masz
Wyje wyje bane masz
W to że płynie czas
Czas płynie, płynie
A Ty wyje wyje bane masz
Wyje wyje bane masz
Wyjebane masz
Czas płynie, płynie
A Ty wyje wyje bane masz
Wyje wyje bane masz
W to że płynie czas
Czas płynie, płynie
A Ty wyje wyje bane masz
Wyje wyje bane masz
Wyjebane masz
W przyszłym tygodniu to w planach mam podium, dwa klipy mam
Liczę na odbiór bo dwa hity w ogniu, brak lipy mam
Potem spierdalam stąd w Alpy, wyjazd na narty
Sprzyja będziemy brać skalpy
Przyjaźń, muzyka i wino i karty, lity plan ogarnij
Samolotem, samolotem, parę dni potem ląduje we Wrocku
Tu rozjebuję i new school i old school za trochę klocków (za trochę klocków)
I do oporu ładuję moc tu, miasto stu mostów, dzień potem Toruń
Lubię klasycznie rozjebać po prostu, się potem dołuj
Podjadę na selfie do radia, zerknij na mój Instagram
Fejm na insta się kręci, wjebana piłka jest Pete Sampras
Bit w sam raz, choć banda baranów tu nic nie ogarnia
Nazwą mnie potem podróbą ze Stanów, to kwestia czasu jak zaczną zwalniać....
Kupie se parę jordanów dla szpanu
Kompletnie bez planu bo mam wolny weekend
Jak będą nas pytać na bibie czy wódkę czy łychę?
To my wolmy łychę
Łycha sour, Ty, NWJ słychać całe
W takich momentach to mam taki power
Że sam bym przekrzyczał muzykę
Kończy się weekend, zaczyna tydzień
Wyjdzie, że nagram coś bangerów
Życie to życie. raz szybciej raz wolniej
Spokojnie pobujam się furą po centrum
To samo przyjdzie, czas daj do maja mi - uspokajam ich
Narazie to ziomek trzym się, spadam z kumplami do Miami
Odpierdala mi, lecę tam po to jedno foto
Jebnąć jedno foto, jedno jebnąć foto
To jest sedno oto
Lecę jebnąć jedno foto, jedno foto jebnąć jedno foto jedno, o
Czas płynie, płynie
A Ty wyje wyje bane masz
Wyje wyje bane masz
W to że płynie czas
Czas płynie, płynie
A Ty wyje wyje bane masz
Wyje wyje bane masz
Wyjebane masz
Czas płynie, płynie
A Ty wyje wyje bane masz
Wyje wyje bane masz
W to że płynie czas
Czas płynie, płynie
A Ty wyje wyje bane masz
Wyje wyje bane masz
Wyjebane masz |
all my friends | Yeah, yeah
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
Lost a few friends chasin' hand money (On God)
Had the same friends when I was bummy (Straight up)
They should've went and did stand-up
'Cause when the money come, niggas act funny (True)
Crocodile wristband, 21 Dundee
Yo' bitch skate so fast to the dick
That she'd even go and get a job at Sonic (On God)
Made it from the bottom, I'm a star (21)
Playin' with the stick like a guitar (21)
Why you got a 12 car garage? (Why?)
'Cause I bought six new cars (No lie)
I remember times was dark (I do)
Now I'm backstage with a bar (Big dog)
Couldn't pay the light bill, it was dark (Yeah)
Now I can shine in the dark (On God)
Lost a couple friends, I ain't even really mad though (On God)
I ain't even really mad though (21)
Hard to tell the real from fake
'Cause nowadays, they got masks on
Who gon' be around when the fame and the cash gone?
I lost all my friends countin' bands in a Lambo truck
VVSs on me, fightin' icy like a hockey puck
If she wanna dance, let her dance, watch her pick it up
I don't need no friends, what's a friend if it ain't no trust?
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
I lost all my friends countin' bands and I copped a Benz
Pulled up with no army, just the guap and I'm spendin' it
No, no, never lendin' it, that's all for me
I stay greedy with the dollar, givin' no 'pologies
All these mans with they fuckin' hands out, tryna spare some
I don't never stress, no, I got plenty peso
I been all alone, on my own in my new mansion
Everybody says I went ghost, jump in my Phantom
Paparazzi always tryna press up on me
Ever since I blew up, I don't know nobody (Know nobody)
Yeah, I blew 80 bands only for you to leave
Hey, I know somewhere that my mama prayin' for me (For me)
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe (For me)
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth (For me)
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
I lost all my, I lost all my
(Really wanna know the truth)
Hey |
nothing really matters | When she's ok
Then I'm alright
When she's awake
I'm up all night
And nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
I see her face
And in my mind
I seize the day
Whenever she's nearby
It's like nothing really matters, no
Nothing really matters
She completes me
It's how she reads me
Right or wrong
It's so clear she's
All that I need
All I need yeah
I know what it feels like
I know what it feels like
Swimming through the stars when I see her
And I don't need air because I breathe her
I know what it feels like
I know what it feels like yeah
I breathe her
Breathe her
Every time I see her
Every time I see her
When I'm lost
And need a sign
She leads the way
And I'll be fine
And nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
She completes me
It's how she reads me
Right or wrong
It's so clear she's
All that I need
All I need yeah
I know what it feels like
I know what it feels like
Swimming through the stars when I see her
And I don't need air because I breathe her
I know what it feels like
I know what it feels like yeah
I breathe her
Breathe her
Every time I see her
Every time I see her
Every time I see her
Every time I see her
When she's ok
Then I'm alright
When she's awake
I'm up all night
And nothing really matters
Nothing really matters |
who dat girl | Hey, Ms. Red Carpet
She can autograph my pockets
Anytime, anyplace, anyway
I'll be looking at everybody else watching
I don't wanna be obnoxious
But this girl worth the gossip
Take away the smile
The tattoos now, forever she very guardless
I imagine her topless
She might set off my rocket
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
On and poppin'
She mad marketing
Attitude like we arguing
Return I'm gonna celebrate , glitter to my life
I should twitter this is girl, she's sparkling
She ain't no Rockstar
But she's got Groupies
She ain't no Actress
But she makes movies
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
She ain't got riches
But she's got fashion
She ain't a model
But camera's flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Hey, they wanna know my mamma's name
Cus that where she get from
They ain't never shot her with silicone
Shawty is her and her she's the real one
Touch one, grab one, feel one
I wish she would'a told me that
Ain't nothing wrong bringing the old me back
Little mamma knows my body so trophy glass
She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags
Like damn, can I be yo' police badge
Pull it up, get a little cozy and
Woman is sort'a like a oldie jam
Record some ssh
On a playboy cam
She ain't no actress
The movie found my matress
Rockstar, none of that practice
But still she's got fanatics
She ain't no Rockstar
But she's got Groupies
She ain't no Actress
But she makes Movies
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
She ain't got Riches
But she's got Fashion
She ain't a Model
But camera's Flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Ooh ohh ohh
Look at her
Goo ooo ooo
I wanna know ooh ooh
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Ooh ohh ohh
Look at her
Goo ooo ooo
I wanna know ooh ooh
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
She ain't no Rockstar
But she's got Groupies
She ain't no Actress
But she makes Movies
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
She ain't got Riches
But she's got Fashion
She ain't a Model
But camera's Flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl |
drop it off | Yeah yeah it's Dolph, Migos
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
We know you real soft, that's real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele
Clientele jumpin' think I'm on to somethin'
I never had nothin', that's why I'm always stuntin' (yea)
My right hand man was there when nobody wasn't
You ever seen three million in cash nigga, in all hundreds
Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care of your family then you're my type of nigga
I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) Dolph Gabbana can't do nothing with a broke hoe
Can't trust a nigga cause where I come from they cut throat
You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one)
If it ain't bout big money, then I ain't who you lookin' for
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that's real talk
This for my niggas get them birds off
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't getting money wish you well (go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele
Colossal, Gelato
Neighbors knockin' at my door, ask what's that loud smell? (Cookie)
Draco, aimin' at my peephole (peephole)
Ain't bout no violence, they gon' tell, quick to call 12
Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin' the raw, shells
He poppin' that lame shit
The chopper shoot like it's a ball player
Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
I bet I turn em to waste
I keep the fire, you Michael Myers
I'm in the dark, connivin'
Bombin', Osama Bin Laden
Under the ground plottin'
Smokin' on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)
When I'm with Dolph we divin'
Slippery diamonds slidin'
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
We know you real soft, that's real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele |
dummies | We in a different time now, bro
Man, we all gotta do our part, man
One of the most valuable things you can offer is your words
We gotta feed the old, the young and everybody in between
(Woooooo!)
Uh, these niggas be hatin' on the low
I just play it cool and confident, they would never know
My intelligence is the weapon I use on ’em first
It take a smart man to the play the fool and the rules don't reverse, mmh
Dummies could never play me (never)
One of the best of my generation but media hate me
Nigga we grew up on Weezy F. Baby, Lupe and Jay-Z
That mean I shoot you, say miss, excuse me
Get her in tune and off The Cool, kick push to your old lady, yeah (heheh)
Abi, don't call ’em what they isn't
They move the goal post for certain niggas, they not official
I know some snorters and sugar daddies that's politicians
I know some corner boys that could die tryna pay tuition
Now is you mad 'cause my wallet, my woman, or complexion?
Life could be easy, but it's never simple
And it take a real live real nigga to tell the difference
Uh, what do it take be a gangsta?
'Cause young boys on opioids never felt much, yeah
They chasin' money 'til they taste blood
Now ten year old Makyiah dead ’cause y’all ain't think enough
Now the city is prayin’, postin' her picture up
And every time I see 'em, I shed a tear and get really numb
'Cause y’all dare rumble, and y'all don't wanna squash it
And now we here, it's two parents buryin' their only daughter
Uh, how could you kill a child when
One of the codes of the streets was keepin' 'em from that violence?
It's deeper than y'all beefin', them people be out for us
If we killin' our people then we become powerless
Uh, excuse me, I got too deep
I just signed a contract and now my conscience only think free
And you can save your props for somebody that care what you think
I been skatin' a while, why you try to Kerrigan? Please
I'm 'bout to embarrass niggas, I feel that have carried me
This industry very cold but it look to you very sweet
Put niggas on big stages, put niggas in little beefs
You put too much faith in it, it puts you in therapy
These niggas be hatin' on the low
I just play it cool and confident, they would never know
My intelligence is the weapon I use on 'em first
It take a smart man to the play the fool and the rules don't reverse, dummy
Wit'cho dumbass, boy
Wit'cho mother fuckin' dumbass
They can continue to undermine while we continue to be overpaid
Whether you like it or not, we will not stop
As the soul of our ancestors won't allow us to inflict fear
But rather turn fear into fire
Olu is the three manifestations of a supreme God
Olu is King, you in the presence of Olu
Olu (Olu) |
nightingale | I can't sleep tonight
Wide awake and so confused
Everything's in line, but I am bruised
I need a voice to echo
I need a light to take me home
I kinda need a hero
Is it you?
I never see the forest for the trees
I could really use your melody
Baby, I'm a little blind
I think it's time for you to find me
Can you be my nightingale?
Sing to me
I know you're there
You could be my sanity
Bring me peace
Sing me to sleep
Say you'll be my nightingale
Somebody speak to me, 'cause I'm feeling like hell
Need you to answer me
I'm overwhelmed
I need a voice to echo
I need a light to take me home
I need a star to follow
I don't know
I never see the forest for the trees
I could really use your melody
Baby, I'm a little blind
I think it's time for you to find me
Can you be my nightingale?
Sing to me
I know you're there
You could be my sanity
Bring me peace
Sing me to sleep
Say you'll be my nightingale
I don't know what I'd do without you
Your words are like a whisper come through
As long as you are with me here tonight
I'm good
Can you be my nightingale?
Feel so close
I know you're there
Oh, nightingale
You sing to me
I know you're there
'Cause, baby, you're my sanity
You bring me peace
Sing me to sleep
Say you'll be my nightingale |
oh no | One for the treble, two for the bass
Welcome to the great incredible paper chase
Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace
Oh No!
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been 7 days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Say my name, say my name
Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down
And played my game, my own two raise my flame
Cause dickriding ain't my thang
I earned what they said I wouldn't
I got it the way they said I couldn't
But now I'm getting it and they whole grill is crooked
Mad cause I'm getting caked out from my bookings
When y'all was asking permission I just stepped up and took it
What!? The kid's better buy my rookie card now
Cause after this year the price ain't coming down
And if you got a joint bubbling then get money now
Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble coming out
Just a warning, as usual some cats won't heed it
The hard-headed always gotta feel it to believe it
It's a shame the jealous gaze is too short to see it
But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct
Call it a day or make it a long evenin
You keep on scheming, man give me some more reason
To have the women in your mama's church screaming "Lord Jesus!"
Harder than y'all cause I'm smarter than y'all
I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all
Pay attention, watch Flaco get larger than y'all
Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all
The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve
Every day that the saga evolve
The do or die stay rumbling and bumbling hard
And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all
East coast on your neck and you ain't shrugging it off
Try to bullyfoot and end up stumbling off
I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York
Getting spanked when there's too much trouble to talk
Respect mine
Oh No!
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know
We rock from the east to west coast
Queens, salute to Pharoahe
Step away from the mic, they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin
And it amazes - me how you claim thug
But go two-ways without Skytel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more essays
Than motorcade police parades through East L.A
More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent, it's irrele'
Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, greet ya with scriptures
I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leaving you mentally unfocused here
MC's just come on 'round!
You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All windows is tinted
How you seeing me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes
Oh No!
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been 7 days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Oh No!
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been 7 days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Oh No!
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know
We rock from the east to west coast
Queens, salute to Pharoahe
Step away from the mic, they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose |
drumming song | There's a drumming noise inside my head
That starts when you're around
I swear that you could hear it
It makes such an almighty sound
There's a drumming noise inside my head
That throws me to the ground
I swear that you should hear it
It makes such an almighty sound
Louder than sirens, louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
I ran to the tower where the church bells chime
I hoped that they would clear my mind
They left a ringing in my ear
But that drum's still beating loud and clear
Louder than sirens, louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
Louder than sirens, louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
Louder than sirens, louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
As I move my feet towards your body
I can hear this beat, it fills my head up
And gets louder and louder
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder
I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
But as the water fills my mouth
It couldn't wash the echoes out
But as the water fills my mouth
It couldn't wash the echoes out
I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
Until there's nothing left inside my soul
As empty as that beating drum
But the song has just begun
As I move my feet towards your body
I can hear this beat, it fills my head up
And gets louder and louder
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder
There's a drumming noise inside my head
That starts when you're around
I swear that you could hear it
It makes such an almighty sound
There's a drumming noise inside my head
That starts when you're around
I swear that you could hear it
It makes such an almighty sound
Louder than sirens, louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
Louder than sirens, louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
As I move my feet towards your body
I can hear this beat, it fills my head up
And gets louder and louder
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder |
right for me | I feel phenomenal as usual
Pharmaceuticals, glue sniffin', pools of vomit at Bonnaroo
But I don't know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago, or Houston
In the corner tryin' to seek solitude
Shallow but such a hollow dude
I won't even swallow solid food
Alcoholic too, plus I'm on lean like the Tower of Pisa
Top it off I'm on mushrooms, so fuck all of you!
Roses are violet, mollies are blue
Lost in a ball of confusion, it's all an illusion
It's probably the shrooms I'm on
‘Cause I think I started hallucinating, ‘cause I just thought I heard Jay Electronica and Odd Future's new shit
And all I could do was follow the music
And end up with Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza
Fillin' water balloons with nail-polish remover
Just to pop 'em and wallow in fumes
I feel uptight, I gotta get looser
After I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I got a solution
Concentrated like orange juice, so I'm not as deluded
‘Cause all this delusion got me seein' shit
Excusez-moi, but that hoochie that passed
You see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeeze
Butt juicier, ass, it belongs in a juicer
It's mouth-waterin' too
So I walked over to her, like, “I’m Marshall
Wanna try to meet my standards? I'll introduce ya"
Oh, I'm a misogynist too, but I'm not a masseuse
But my attitude is rubbin' off on the youth, uh!
Chronic abuser, and I don't mean a user of marijuana
I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of you losers
Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a Ruger, a Glock, and a nuke
And a Rottweiler too, and I'm not in the mood, so
When I say I'm bringing the TEC out
I'm not coming to repair your fuckin' electronic computers
God, I'm gonna puke, I'm so gone off the hookah
I think I swallowed a loofah
I'm tore up, demolished, I'm fuckin' stoned like Oliver
Like I looked Medusa in the eyeball to seduce her
The thoughts I produce are loony tunes
The box of reusable latex gloves and the socks and the shoes
That were placed next to Veronica's boobs
And the paycheck stubs that were stuffed in the glove box
In a blue Honda with used condoms were clues
The girl was just not the one suitable for him
Right for me, (that will) change me
Rearrange my head to be
Just right for you and me
Don’t laugh, please listen to me
Thought I’d give in to the pressure
Collapse and crumble perhaps, relapsing under that
Well, that's a bunch of crap
In the clutch, I'm the Captain Crunch of rap
And I'm sick of acting humble, that's enough of that
Fuck that shit, cut the sack
Like it's a natural reaction
That's why I'm actually trapped in this shoving match
‘Cause push keeps coming to that
I can keep getting my ass kicked and coming back
Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit, still mad
Disgruntled, had some struggles, yeah
But that passion and hunger's back
What a fantastic juggling act!
And the way I flip my tongue on the track
It's like verbal acrobatics, but in fact
Last time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic
I fuckin' crashed my hovercraft
After I strapped a duffel bag to my back
And stuffed a massive punchin' bag in it
And an elastic bungee strap, rubber, plaster, a thumb tack
And a piece of plastic bubble wrap
Went spastic and fuckin' snapped
Jumped and splashed in a puddle of battery acid
Stumbled back, recovered, back flipped
And landed on a gymnastic tumble mat
And for my last trick, lunge on back
Latch on a NASA shuttle flap, fuckin' snap the rudder in half
Chuckled and laughed, utter my last rebuttal
And just as I'm to come crashin'
I grab my Go-Go-Gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattress and ceramic construction hat
Rub my magic mushroom tat
For luck, then splat, get up from that
Face taped to a waste paper basket
Throw up, then gasp, lungs collapsed
And that's more likely than finding someone that's…
Right for me, (that will) change me
Rearrange my head to be
Just right for you and me
Don’t laugh, please listen to me
Couple of shots of Jäger
Public intoxication, dis-fuckin'-combobulation
Flooded with thoughts of anger
While I was away I know probably some of you got to thinkin'
"You're top ten, ain't cha?"
Stop it, you fuckers are talkin' crazy
And stop interrupting, you're not even up in that conversation
Whether you're punchin' a clock or famous
Underground, pop, or nameless
Whatever your job is, I give a fuck what's your occupation
You're thinkin' just ‘cause you came in with scrubs
And you brought the scalpel and sponge
The oxygen tank and the suction and shot the brain surgeon
Stuck in the operating room
Once you done swapped your name with him
Smuggled in Ronald Reagan
If you dug him up; Donald Fagen
While juggling waffles, bacon
A fuckin' McDonalds egg and cheese sausage bagel finagled it
Flung it across the table
Then bump it and knock it shake it
Jumped and got in the way, then disrupted my concentration
I said fuck it and lost my patience
They all woke up from sedation
Ain't none of you Dr. Dre, so then what is it got you thinkin'
You can fuck with this operation?!
(Aftermath) Still running hip-hop amazin'
I'm still pluggin' along
No need for an assumption, here's confirmation
I'm up for the long duration
I'm just looking for something to walk away with
Some pocket change and a little integrity
Though I'll probably be jumpin' across the stage
'Til I'm fuckin' Madonna's age and
Stuck in an awkward place in my life
But I shit you not like I'm plugged up with constipation
That day will come
Before I finally stumble upon some lady that’s…
Right for me, (that will) change me
Rearrange my head to be
Just right for you and me
Don’t laugh, please listen to me |
there he go | Ain't got no jewelry on, still I'm shining hard
Ain't got no bodyguard, walking solo through the mall
Bitches and the hoes know they see me they like, "There he go!"
They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
Chiefing like a mothafuckin' Seminole
Here we go, off probation probably go to Mexico
Furthermore, can't find this in the store, this shit ain't for the low
Got my daughter swagging like her mothafuckin' daddy though
The patio, what a mothafuckin' view
Nappy chin hairs, bitch, I'm mothafuckin' Q
Uhh, mothafucka, mothafucka, yeah
Fucking is my favorite word, reason why I'm fucking her
She swallow my dick and balls, whatever occur
Purr, I love that kitty cat
Ass fat, throw it back, I can't believe you wifing that
Deepthroat, seven or 11, she's a double gulp
My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid
Nigga try sneaking up on me and I'm making noise
But what I failed to understand, I'm the mothafuckin' man
Ran into him, he's a fan, goddamn
I'm shining hard, they be like, "There he go!"
No bodyguard, they be like, "There he go!"
Up in your broad, they be like, "There he go!"
They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
HiiiPower, bitch, they be like, "There he go!"
Black Hippy shit, they be like, "There he go!"
Magnificent, they be like, "There he go!"
They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
No, it be this nigga here just looking at you lames
With my niggas, yo, we betting on the Laker game
Even though my niggas lost, another iTunes check done came
Garcia Vegas, yeah, that bitch be burning slow
Quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go
Uh, for sure, ain't no need for niggas out here fronting doe
Metaphor, how I come up with it? I don't fucking know
Y'all acting like that TDE don't run LA
Coast ain't been this hard since Pac, Death Row and Dr. Dre
Word to Dr. Dre, Detox is like a mix away
So go ahead and let the grown-ups work
And go somewhere and play
Worldwide Holocaust, cuh we murder shit
Without a gun or knife, it's just a fucking hit
Pussy drips, raining in her cervix, I'm a fucking pimp
Sagging low, crack a nigga bitch just like pistachio
I'm shining hard, they be like, "There he go!"
No bodyguard, they be like, "There he go!"
Up in your broad, they be like, "There he go!"
Hey be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
HiiiPower, bitch, they be like, "There he go!"
Black Hippy shit, they be like, "There he go!"
Magnificent, they be like, "There he go!"
They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
Yeah, Q! |
cest la vie | Back to the Future
Tu veux savoir c'que j'ai dans la tête ?
Compte en sse-Sui, Merco Benz
Lamborghini, J-Lo
Beyoncé (Biatch !), Jack, bédo
J'suis défoncé, Deux couilles, un cerveau pour m'en sortir
Izer, dans l'building izer j'monte un empire
Tu parles sur moi, j'ai eu des ouï-dires
Haha, j'compte les bolosses pour m'endormir
Nouvelle paire de Five, pèse comme 200 braquo
Glock seventeen, kala-kalashnikov draco
2Chainz dans le building, mon Lambo sort de l'usine
J'suis dans le paiement cash négro t'es dans le leasing
Trop d'gos, j'choisis laquelle ? Bad boy, on est àl man
B2O vient de Bakel, j'suis noir, mat, j'suis comme Batman
Lion indomptable j'croyais qu'j'étais gal-Sèn, mais en fait je suis Camer
Compte jusqu'à 5 renoi, va niquer ta mère
J'contrôle la zone j'suis en enquête, Or jaune comme les ancêtres
Noir, blanc, j'suis la Juve, je ne mens que chez la juge
140 kilogrammes, 10 reps
J'veux une meuf matérialiste comme ça j'suis sur d'la baiser direct
D'puis le bac à sable on te hagar... C'est la vie !
340 flashé au radar... C'est la vie !
J'p-J'pèse comme au Qatar... C'est la vie !
Fais-toi une raison petit bâtard... C'est la vie !
Euros, euros, euros
Euros, euros, euros
Euros, euros... izi
Petit bâtard... C'est la vie !
I'm strapped up and I'm violent, 'bout to start a riot
See this chick, take her to the bathroom and I fucked her on the toilet
Live life, get right
Get wrong, click clack, and I shoot your ass, it'll be goodnight
Wake up, good luck, I'm riding 'round with my top down
Ride around, all eyez on me, so I ride around 2Pac now
Causing mass hysteria, France to America
Nobody comparin' us
Every line is angel dust, that means it's dope nigga
You can get high, on one of my quotes nigga
B.O.A.T.S. nigga. That's based on a true story
Fuck around and get two burst, stack my money high like two storey
Hey baby, are you okay baby?
I'll buy you so many purses you will be a bag lady
My swag crazy, and my cash crazy
Two hundred on the dash’, I'm doing 180
D'puis le bac à sable on te hagar... C'est la vie !
340 flashé au radar... C'est la vie !
J'p-J'pèse comme au Qatar... C'est la vie !
Fais-toi une raison petit bâtard... C'est la vie !
Euros, euros, euros
Euros, euros, euros
Euros, euros... izi
Petit bâtard... C'est la vie !
Tous les soirs c'est le four, tous les soirs c'est le halla
Love pour tous mes vautours, Brazza tu n'es pas là
Yahia, Poulos, Lourd-Lourd, Ibou, Mala
Longue vie à nous inch'Allah, longue vie à vous inch'Allah
Rate-pi, violent, Rap Game sanguinolent
Bakel City Gang, fume de la François Hollande
Passe-toi la chatte au carwash, va m'faire un kahwa
Punchline, K1, gamos est de Allemagne
AMG, Brabus, t'as no swag #LaurentFabius
Ünkut nouvelle collec', zéro heures zéro sur ma Rolex
MC désespéré, sans selle sur le Solex
Poulos m'a dit : "Vas-y molo avec ces boloss"
Mode piranha sur l'BPM
Renoi bouge pas, j'crois que Rihanna me BBM
Comme toi elle voudrait goûter au Bakel City Gang
Le rap français vient d'se faire shooter, izi izi, bang bang
D'puis le bac à sable on te hagar... C'est la vie !
340 flashé au radar... C'est la vie !
J'p-J'pèse comme au Qatar... C'est la vie !
Fais-toi une raison petit bâtard... C'est la vie !
Euros, euros, euros
Euros, euros, euros
Euros, euros... izi
Petit bâtard... C'est la vie ! |
dennis rodman | I like the way she wear it, uh, baby, wiggling
I like the way she juug, uh, baby, jiggling
I like the way she move, damn, do that shit again
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, damn, shorty balling
She changed her hair again, damn, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, but no, she not no drag queen
She had it Suwoop red then she turn it money green
BrickSquad 1017 that's the money team
Band jump like trampoline in my Billy Jeans
Ride around smoking on stank
Switch your hair around like you’re Rodman
Your hair matching my drink, I’mma need you on the whole paint
It’s like going on a date with a different woman every time I step out
Your hair stand out, my money go up
She change her hair so many colors, it’s like I'm living living color
Her pussy wet just like the water
I bought a pound, we smoked a quarter
I like the way she wear it, uh, baby, wiggling
I like the way she juug, uh, baby, juggling
I like the way she move, damn, do that shit again
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, damn, shorty balling
She changed her hair again, damn, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again just like dennis rodman
It was black but she changed that shit to blonde, man
She a blonde girl, yeah, she my foreign girl
She changed it red now she riding In my charger
She wanna marry me, I told her maybe one day
She paint it blue so I turn her on to Pee-Wee
Double G is her wing, man,so we call her lil Gucci
LV on her finger, so we call her lil Louie
F all on my rims, ride my Forgi’s like they Fendi’s
Pull up to the light, jump out, I tie my shoe, jump in my Bentley
FNH on the Glock but it do not stand for friendly
Got a wig on lookin' like Lil Kim & , she ready to die like Biggie
I like the way she wear it, uh, baby, wiggling
I like the way she juug, uh, baby, juggling
I like the way she move, damn, do that shit again
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, damn, shorty balling
She changed her hair again, damn, Dennis Rodman
Red bitch, red Jag, nah this ain’t Red Robin Hood
My bitch she in different colors like a box of Crayola she whippin' the yola
They gapin' here got an auto my bitches they come cross the border
Thats no but yes she a snorter I’m sippin' on Act you sippin' on water
I got a bitch like Pocahontas the world full of animals live in Jumanji
Sayin' you want your feet and your nails done then you gotta do a lil somethin'
So stop with all the frontin' and let the SK start bussin'
I’mma keep it 100 I can turn you into something
You blonde like brown now red whats next?
Shot up and let me she flex and we pull up in them Bentleys
Walk through the city no standing wind blowing through her windmill
She suck me and fuck me so good that night
Woke up and bought the bitch Fendi
I like the way she wear it, uh, baby, wiggling
I like the way she juug, uh, baby, juggling
I like the way she move, damn, do that shit again
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, uh, Dennis Rodman
She changed her hair again, damn, shorty balling
She changed her hair again, damn, Dennis Rodman |
keep it gangster | I been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit
Keep it gangsta y'all, I want to thank you all
Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'all
We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
Nigga ball 'till you fall motherfucker thats all
Can't none of y'all hang with me putin' in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin' to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But can't even make a good thang of kool-aid (ha ha)
But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh)
(a) Lil' dick and weed (bahk bakh)
Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh)
Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock
Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata
There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber
I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when I'm thru, I take your bitch and finger bang her
But if she looks tossed up, i'll slang her
Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin' to spit
But you can't spit it like this
I come equiped to rip, any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
But they put me in the twist like Trump
I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve
Then he done
20/20 ain't good enough
Rappers they ain't seein' me, this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me
Caution keep MC's out of my reach, I'm on a mission
And be gettin' to your fuckin' hide to be called a physician
Immediately, I puts it down at a show (Jay-O)
But loked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich (what?)
Lyin' 'bout they bitch (what?)
Lyin' 'bout they dick (what?)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits (huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they whips (huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they six (yeah)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)
Lyin' 'bout they hoes (uhh)
Lyin' 'bout they rows (uhh)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house (punk!)
Lyin' about they clout (yeah)
Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah)
It's the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekaze
Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body
We the riders, we push like mahz-er-aties
Do karatees, on hatters, and you hotties
Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus
We the richest, pretend that we the brokest
Niggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotas
We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!)
Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks
Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when I'm grindin'
I'm on stakes when I'm dinnin'
And on sunday's on the wine
Is you can't calm the savage beast (never)
And I can make your birds rise like geese, K-Mac tell 'em
You sell 'em, I swell 'em, loke (sell 'em loke)
Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for
We got the fish scale texture (fish scale)
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that shit to death with this dub thang
Only a few niggas left with this love mang
So we cop together (yeah), put it in the beeker
Rock together (uhh), claim blocks together
And fuck cock together, nigga (brrrph!)
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise
Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell 'em)
Buzzin' like a bee cuz I crave for the honey
Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain't got to like ta kick it
I know you knows (uhh), cuz now my decimals (yep)
Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose
Your eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!)
You wanna get on my team, and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what I'm boastin'
Hit the three wheel motion, I'm the shit when I'm coastin' (uh huh)
Down the boulevard, flossin' hard
Lights hit the chrome, don't go lick 'em like a movie star
Money makes me a savage (what it do?)
Shit, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeek Rule)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit |
citizen erased | Break me in
Teach us to cheat
And to lie, and cover up
What shouldn't be shared
And the truth's unwinding
Scraping away at my mind
Please stop asking me to describe
For one moment
I wish you'd hold your stage
With no feelings at all
Open-minded
I'm sure I used to be so free
Self-expressed
Exhausting for all to see and to be
What you want and what you need
And the truth's unwinding
Scraping away at my mind
Please stop asking me to describe
For one moment
I wish you'd hold your stage
With no feelings at all
Open-minded
I'm sure I used to be so free
For one moment
I wish you'd hold your stage
With no feelings at all
Open-minded
I'm sure I used to be so free
Wash me away
Clean your body of me
Erase all the memories
They'll only bring us pain
And I've seen all I'll ever need |
fuck shit | Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet
Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
If he try me he can pulse his body
Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I'm Ali
Gone off a molly once a nigga try me
2 bad bitches call it Rooster in my Rari
My young boys sure they know karate
Fake nigga, not me
In the hood find me, hanging with the real slugs
Trap nigga, come embrace us when you can’t find no rap nigga
I can't rap nigga but I still get paid off rap nigga
Adrian Bruno with them hands, make you tap nigga
Getting money, even eating with the jets nigga
Alright, fuck these niggas, they don’t really wanna take it there
Pistols in the club, my young niggas they ain’t fightin fair
Fuck shit, fuck shit – yea I be on it nigga
Take yo watch chain and ring, yea I condone it nigga
Squad!
Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet
Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
If he try me he can pulse his body
Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I'm Ali
Fuck shit, Wooh Da on that fuck shit
Full metal jacket, everybody better duck quick
I don’t give a fuck if your partner in the way
Wooh Da throwin bullets, this just how the roundin play
Everybody thuggin, fat mack on TMZ
Step in niggas’ face, like he was the damn shis
I be on that fuck shit, we be on that BS (Squad)
Hunned niggas gunnin' if you disrespect BS (Squad)
Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet
Fuck shit, yeah I'm on that fuck shit
He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
If he try me he can pulse his body
Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I'm Ali
F U C K, S H I T
C R E W, woo that spells Trouble
Woo that's gotta be Trouble
Always on the fuckery
You fuck niggas never seem hot
Them same bitch holds, I’m screaming ah!
The one that I lean, squeezing that car 15
I made an offer on the shots I got
Run a ho here cuz these bullets are hot
Put your pussies in a shit bag, what?! Can you dig that
Imagine a bunch of grownups in Huggies, how you gon fix that?
They’re all gonna laugh at you, they’ll laugh at you
Consequence when you cross that line, I been talkin shit on the low
Blow your mind out, no timeout, you gon put yo head to the floor
Flocka
You got a problem? No problem, I got em
Fuck shit!
Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
Get yo head cracked for that watch, chain and bracelet
Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
He makin' songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
Fuck shit, yea I'm on that fuck shit
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
If he try me he can pulse his body
Shootin' cold my ivy, hands like I'm Ali |
rwt | Yup, yup
I look up
Cause I can't look down on you bitch niggas no mo, man
If that casket ain't 24 karat gold when I die
Then I ain't made enough fucking money man and that's real talk
God
This my roll weed time
Don't turn it into dead in the street time
Her legs do the peace sign
Know the hood so well don't need street signs
Young rich and iconic
Big titties I'm signin'
Burnin' benjies and chronic
Big white smoke clouds every time I talk, does it look like I'm in a comic?
Everything I rock I designed it, realer nigga, won't find it
Okay, I be stackin' that cheddar, bet that shit won't expire
Got me ballin' so hard, I need me Jerry Maguire
I made a mil before twenty-five, man and I ain't even no lie
Bitch I ain't sayin' that shit to brag neither, I'm sayin' that to inspire
I'm like, damn boy, fuck you sayin' boy?
Hatin' on me, knowin' that you is a fanboy
When I'm around you call me Cuz like we fam boy?
Rappin' like me lets me know that I'm the man boy
Okay, Hennessy and Bombay is a real nigga entree
I gave her my grande, my food is picante
My girls is Beyonce, your boyfriend beyond gay
I seen him hang with Deandre and they was lookin' like prom dates
One time for my hood 'til I go in the ground
I'm throwin' it up cause they holdin' me down
I'm perverted as fuck, got a pole in the house
Got your girl and your girl and they hoein' it out
But you standin' outside cause no hoes is allowed
If you work like I work, you would throw in the towel
Once you get in this life, man, there's no comin' out
And haters look at me like snow in the south
Surprise nigga
Man fuck it, I'm on, you off and I hope you die, nigga
Why you alive nigga?
I'm stackin' dough cause my momma addicted to spas
Yeah I'm the one that these hatin' niggas despise
You better take off your fuckin' disguise, nigga
Bitch-made is in your eyes nigga
Lies nigga
Shut the fuck up, everything'll be fine
Cause this my roll weed time |
no church in the wild freestyle | Y’all can threaten me with ya thoughts, just never speak it
One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it
Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno
Take away what we love we’d all be Joe Paterno
Reporting live from the city where they gun tote
Sober in the sauna full of blunt smoke
Y’all concerned with Drake and Common
Me? I’m concerned with niggas havin’ fake in common
Though I’m leading I don’t really know the path
But the future can’t be worse if you really know my past
Begged to be understood anytime I showed the wrath
But how could I expect third parties to know the half
Like, when the temp rises, but you the candle wick
Sorta like Kyle Williams out in Candlestick
E'rybody shouldn’t grab the hammer by the grip, shit!
Billy Cundiff couldn’t handle the kick, shit
They say I changed since stardom
Can’t share the same success, we ain’t share the same problems
So, got big just to show ‘em what the gym does
Nevermind shootin’: they ain’t show me where the gym was
That’s why I do a lot on spite
So if you, look up to me you got ‘em at the wrong height
I mean, I’m not a role model, I’m a piece of shit
A product of never being given a piece of shit
Breaking day got the grind of a trucker
And my logic ain’t designed to intertwine with you suckers
Loaded 9 is a buffer, but no time for you fuckers
There’ll be bodies in the sewers when my minds in the gutter
Last night I had an epiphany
Then wrote it in my rhyme book in calligraphy
I see so many people looking for validity
That’s the wrong search if what’s lost is dignity
I certainly have grown since Mouse
Chrome under the couch
But I’ll stomp his face to make it known what I’m about
If he on what he spout
Put my Nikes on his cheeks, now he foaming at the mouth! (Get it?)
Reminded when I vent
Nigga God designed it's in the print
Two memos for the spineless, one's repent
Second jewel: even my kindness is a strength
No beef, no malice, not at all
I got no vendetta for y’all
I mean I only want better for myself
Sometimes I even want better for y’all, I swear
There’s no love in hip hop
Irony, not even on Love and Hip Hop
Spacious closets, Persian rugs
Make sure I’m dressed at my best for the jerks that judge
Had a talk with my ex and knew for certain I was bugged
So I let the door slam feelin’ worse then I was
She said all I ever made her feel was hurt and disgust
Which in turn hurt cause that was my version of love
I Care! Clear, yeah, that you need better resolution
It seems the chances, we agree, are forever ruined
You talking bout how, I’m talkin’ about execution
You talking bout now, I’m talkin’ about evolution
But better days gotta come
I’m a good amount of bad, right amount of so wrong
And Heidi Klum left Seal, which only prove my point, shit can only be ugly for so long
Slaughterhouse founder, can't derail the captain
Ain’t enough niggas praying I fail for it to happen
Cause on both side of the coin you’ll get fed shells
In unison, hollow heads from red tails
I don’t wanna see your weapon
To keep me from what I’m destined
Some’ll see that as a blessin’
And my dudes swear they’ll keep me happily from harm
So I do the leg work, they carry the arms
Check it, shorty I had over Saturday
Never act away, and squirted ‘til she oversaturate
She go hard in the dark
No chains, but see I’m gettin' it, even when the car is in park
The hood is on some bullshit
So it ain't weird to see ‘em aiming at the pulpit
Fates are empty, collection plate, spirit in ruins
We used to a different type of communion
When guns take the place of the choir, tie up the pastor
If he scared can't believe what he say ‘bout the life after
The stained glass is bulletproof
Sometimes a liar's mouth can be full of truth
I done heard gospel from a sinner
Told me to season my pride if that’s dinner
Said there’s no human that walks without sin
So we should probably call the gates make sure we allowed in |
the killing joke | Mas tragam Lúcifer pra mim
Em uma bandeja pra mim
Em uma bandeja pra mim
Em uma bandeja pra mim
It's too bad your favorite rappers ain't inspired
That's why a nigga came to light the fire
Now the game is on my Oscar-Mayer
I'm the nigga kids admire, labels trying to sign me
Speculating my identity, good luck you'll never find me
I live my life like I'm Bruce Wayne, in bittersweet pain
When you see what I've became, like a curse upon my name
Caught between the fear and guilt
Consequence of rising fame
I know the day my shit drops my life will never be the same
Yeah, now the night calls me I feel the sky falling
The Dark Knight returns
I never wanted to rule the world
I only wanted to watch it burn
Y'all know how I do
I've got the last laugh or two
In that awkward moment when you see that I'm the Joker too
Underneath the chilling cloak, the killing joke |
kmt | (Ness on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, okay, okay, okay
Demon just got out the can (Yeah)
I gave my bro an advance (Yeah)
Love is just not in my plans
Not even takin' a chance
Studio right in my yaad
I'm doin' ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep (Oof)
Okay, I got a lock on the streets
Shoutout to T, he did three
And he brought it in 'cause of me
You don't know nothin' 'bout me
Life for my bruddas is deep
Long as they all on they feet
Long as they pockets is greaze (Greaze!)
I'm in the penthouse but still, nothin' is sweet (yeah)
Dust a man down with the pen, it's a sweep (Mmm!)
Taller in person, you'll see when we meet
I heard your new shit and I'm kissin' my teeth
Jheeze!
You know dem ones? Hahaha
Yeah, ahh!
Bringin' that dirty-dirty, bringin' that certy (Certy)
Mizzy with the quick extension, ringin' off thirty (Rah!)
I've got bitches in the merky, swervin', lookin' all curvy
And you already know I love them breasts, lookin' all perky
Lookin' all Christmas gift-wrapped, lookin' all turkey
Spen jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin' all churchy (oof!)
Fingers all itchin', twitchin', lookin' all jerky (Jerky)
Whippin' that white girl (Yeah?), cookin' that Cersei (Dah!)
I was pushin' that dark shit, pushin' that charcoal (Yeah)
Now this is that big bad, this is Gustavo (Mmm!)
Look at them jokers, look at that arsehole
Man are gettin' bread now, and this is that hard dough (Yeah)
Clap man, dominant murder
I'm a black man, government earner
Could've just slapped man, but he wanted it further (Why?)
Batman, da-na-na-da-na
October Firm |
ratchet | Im on that ratchet shit
Nigga, im on that ratchet shit
I'm on that ratchet shit, my nigga
I'm on that ratchet shit
No, I ain't matchin top to bottom
Got on (four different designers)x3
I'm on that ratchet shit, my nigga (I'm on that ratchet shit) x3
Aye,i ain't matchin top to bottom Rockin' x3
Ratchet bitches, we love them!
Hustling bitches, we cuff them
Pretty bitches, we Fuck them!
Like cigarillos we bust them
With gas oh yeah, we stuff them
This life I'm livin is nothing
Designer, my kicks and garments
Looking like walking money
Gotta partna named Ratchet
He about that Ratchet action!
Got a Partner named Dread
No UPS, but keep that package
Balenciagas to step, or
J's, or some Giuseppes.
Real flav don't need no Help
Ferragamo my belt
And no KAE huh,don't huh,play.I'm a WIERDO!!
Rock four different designer. Still match, Though!!
Ain't talking bout my whip I switch gears tho
Keep that forty in my cupholder,NO BEER,NOOO!!
Ratchet Shit nigga, I got dem racks and Shit!
And she gone pop dat pussy and do a backward flip!
My belts costs racks and shit
My pants don't match my kicks
This money I run through,
It do gymnastics shit!
I'm flexin bitch
Runnin through checks and shit
I'm fuckin all these stars, I'm on my record shit!
I'm on my Ratchet shit
Where I'm from,we ratchet,bitch
We keep ratchets, bitch
Boy don't get clapped and shit!
[Fuck like a porn star, now riding foreign
And she gone wanna Fuck, just cause of my Audemars] x2
I'm on dat ratchet shit,check my fashion,bitch
This shit ain't average, immaculate
Giuseppe steppin, wreckin' when I step in shit
Most definitely, You know these hoes liking
What they seeing, niggas bite it when they see it
Check my sprite it's Easter Pink
Whoa, they lookin at me twice when they see me
Put my pay check with my stripes
I rock my Nikes wit Adidas
GBE, my people and Freebandz them my folk
912 to the 6-0's, I'm rockin with the locs
At ya shit, always stayin ratchet,B*tch
Smokin out the pack vacuum seals in the back and shit
We do it extravagent, sum you neva heard of
Savage game murder, Shoe game murder!! |