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76 ContributorsEgo Lyrics Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin' Ego, ego I got one, you got one, and now we equal Sometimes it makes you trip out on your people Sometimes it has connotations of evil Sometimes niggas call on it when they need to It's called the ego Ay, it's hard to really make the subject positively stated Some may hate it and some may overrate it It's a top story and you rarely see a trend So all you psychoanalysts, pull out your pad and pen It's called the ego Come up with an idea, and no one seems to get it Then every time you mention it They stare like you're two-headed But one day, in your cubicle, your idea really comes to view Your boss is walking by, he sees it too and he takes it from you She put you on the aces of all the stripper places And has the kinda clientele where niggas trick off very well You beg her and you plead her and you tuck away your ego She knows you need the chicken And you know that she's your people They call you fat and lazy, your commentary crazy They photoshop your face on a box of McCormick gravy And now that inner voice, that ego, making you get wavy Change your diet, hit the gym And say, "What were you saying to me?" The ego makes you do it, it makes you face the music Or run away from life so fast that you'll outsprint Carl Lewis It has you think your deceptive ways of being are the truest Had the prettiest brown eyes but you change them shits to the bluest It's the ego You might also like Ooo, Jack White Ooo, Jack White A celebrated genius, my dick game is the meanest I'll take the girl that's augmented, new me is invented I'll take the biggest house in Calabassas Anyone for Michael Phelps swimming classes? You need it when you're balling, equally when you're falling Or when those kids in school on your locker They get to scrawling Epithets that's racist is stupid and mean in nature Something that can make you feel stronger when people hate ya Ego make you violent or govern like a tyrant Or switch a dictionary's word from vibrant to vivrant Fool the thirsty people, selling tap water in bottles Fooled a girl with NYU scholarship and now she models Ego has no ending, has people pretending Religious zealots get jealous 'cause guys want their defending This is the last Tribe and our ego hopes that you felt us And closing for our ego, we know only God can help us Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin' Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin' Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind

57 ContributorsMidnight Lyrics The night is on my mind The sun'll still shine But the night is on my mind So parlay while I drop this rhyme See, Jake be gettin' illy when the sun get dark He be comin' out for heads, but shit, don't let me start There's activities a-plenty in the nighttime For the ghetto child, it seem to be the right time See, kids be gettin' stuck with jewels and fly gimmicks Shorty see the action and then start to mimic Runnin' to the corner, the dice game is blazin' Lookin' at the loot, it seems so amazin' Puts the short down, to be exact one pound He shakes the stones in his hand, then he lets it down Uh! Scared money don't make none He threw a trip on the ace, now he's out, son Hits the local bodega to wolf down a gyro Son is on a Midnight Run like De Niro Spots a shorty rock standin' on his block The fiends be houndin' him to pump, so he adds to his knot Conversation that he kicked to the shorty was a sly one Increased intensity, 'cause damn, she was a fly one Took her to the crib, there she ran her jibs About mind upliftment, and bein' positive He yawned and he sighed 'til 1:05 Then he finally realized the honey wasn't live At least he didn't plan on buildin' for the evening Threw the Fila on the dome and said, "Come on, yo, we leavin'" Came out on the scene as he told her to beep him Saw his man Stan with the blunt in his hand (Aww, shhh...!) You know the transaction Brothers gettin' lost in the weed satisfaction Comin' down the block, man, loud as (fuck) You would swear Redman was inside the truck As the night seemed darker, cops is on a hunt They interrupt your cipher, and crush your blunt See you left your work at home so they pat you down for nothin' Why in the hell does 10-4 keep frontin'?! You push to the park even though it's still dark The kid is nice on the hoop, he said, "I'll spot you, troop" You might also like The night is on my mind The sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind The night is on the mind The night is on yo mind A-yo, the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind As for me, I'm a nocturnal animal Dark concentrates on a young black man Who makes the niggas' speakers shake The nighttime is busy, it's word to Aunt Kizzy It's the time we get down, yo, son, you know the sound The flavas on the top with the rugged beat to back it The night makes the aura, and the Jake can't hack it The way the moon dangles in the midnight sky And the stars dance around, a-yo, I think it's fly Intensity, most rappers don't see it Spirit wise, musically, you gotta be it Serenity and silence of the sounds and emotions In the concrete jungle when the sun don't bungle I think it's hard to find the words on how I feel I paid about a deuce twenty for the Ampex steel But let me slow down, I think I ran my jibs enough Peace out to the Nation — stay rugged and rough The night is on my mind The sun’ll still shine The night is on my mind The night is on my mind The night is on my mind Yeah, the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on my mind Uh-huh, the night is on my mind The night is on yo mind You know the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind Yeah, the night is on the mind The night is on the mind A-yo, the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind Yeah, the night is on the mind The night is on the mind A-yo, the sun’ll still shine Did you know that the rate of AIDS In the Black and Hispanic community is rising at an alarming rate? Education is proper means for slowing it down

60 ContributorsThe Chase, Part II Lyrics I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out Dem can't touch we, no, dem can't touch we Dem can't hold we, no, dem can't hold we Dem can't touch we, no, dem can't touch we Dem can't hold we, no, dem can't hold we (Damn Phife, you got fat!) Yeah, I know it looks pathetic Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doin' calisthenics (Uh!) Needless to say, boy, I'm bad to the bone Makin' love to my mic like Jarobi on the phone But um, no time for jokes, there's bills to be paid (What?) Hoes to be laid (What?), punks to be sprayed (What?) Chumps to attack, so my man, watch your back '93 means skills are a must, so never lack! (Uh!) Sit back and learn, come now, watch the birdie Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde Battlin'? Whenever — hot damn! Gimme the microphone, boy, one time.. BAM! Keep it on the cooler 'cause here come the heat Lyrically in space, the jazz will pace the beat As we proceed to elevate you, we in 4/4 Run and tell your dad the Abstract's the bag As we proceed to move your hind parts, we know as ass Poets got the gimmicks, but they lack the sassafras To make the average hard rocker cock the Glock And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot I be ingredients, like sugar in candy If your life is broke, girl, I'll be the handy-dandy that can mend you My fee is a shower for you I scrub the back and I floss the butt crack Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff Fuckin' with the Ab', you got the greatest of gifts A-yo, my mic is soundin' bugged — Bob Power, you there? (Yeah) Adjust the bass and treble, make my shit sound clear (Clear, clear, clear, clear) You might also like I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out Okay, take it from the tip Move back yourself, man, come watch me drop it For sure, me-a go do it, for sure me-a go rock it Me not deal with no changaram, bangaram business I got soul on the end, like Jehovah's got the Witness Musically, the three, poetically we be The enchantment on the airwaves, kids just fade Obey the MC's 'cause the MC's say We flippin' on niggas like we Super Dave But noticin' my stature, y'all niggas know we gotcha Movin' to the rapture, listen how we catch ya Movin' with the pace, here we go, let's begin Makin' people jump out they goddamn skin Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin Peace to Grand Pu and his many many skins Don't mark us for the L 'cause you know we get the wins It's the Ab', Shaheed and the Dawg for the blend (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) And I wanna say peace to my man Bob P, my man Jerod (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) And Skeff Anslem on the help out — and we out like shout (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) I don't wanna say nine-tre (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) 'Cause my man Extra P said don't say the years (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) So, it's for eternity, know what I'm sayin'? (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Rock, rock on, everybody in Queens, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in Brooklyn, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Money Earnin' Mt. Vernon, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in Jersey, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in Philly, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in Houston, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody LA, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in The Sand, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in Egypt, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody Nigeria, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in London, rock, rock on Everybody in Sweden, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody everywhere, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) To the niggas on the famous, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody no name, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) To the kids at Nu-Clear, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) To the... The Cave rock, rock on McDonald's, rock, rock on This concludes Midnight Marauder Program Press any key to return to the main menu

68 ContributorsVibes and Stuff Lyrics Let me flaunt the style, I think that the time's near That we drop Scuds, there won't be no duds here Rappers play the dumb, kinda on the space tip But when they hear the jams, they be on the dilsnick Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory Go ahead and try, that's a different story Similar to Grimm, I could tell a better one All about a kid, who couldn't rap and didn't run Stands on the side when the mic is getting dumb Resorts to bagging Billy, asking could he have some No never ever, go back and try again man If you come back, I'll be the first to shake your hand Competition's good, it brings out the vital parts The Abstract Poetic, majors in recital arts Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers We know the job is done when we hear a lot of cheers Gotta feel the vibes, real from my creation If the hands clap I'm filled with elation Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream Cause that's how good it feels child Let your hair down, so we can get buckwild Do your ill dance, don't think about the next man We must have unity and think of the bigger plan Division we will fall, we must stick together, see I'd like to take this time to say what's up to Kool G The name is Q-Tip, the Midnight Marauder Giving nuff respects to Afrika Bambaataa As a man in the world, I must do my job Take care of Mama Duke, I won't resort to rob Bob you'll get your dough, Mase is my witness Obsessed with the rap, for it's the mental fitness Like shooting Cee-lo, and always hitting head cracks The industry is luck, winning with the fake raps Peace to the crews who pump the real hip hop Not selling out, from hardrock to disc jock You might also like (From disk jock from hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock) I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it I'm just a short brother, dark skin face Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist Hair is crazy curly, flip like Mr. Furley To this day I still believe that no MC can serve me Brothers try to front, but everybody know I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show Party animal I was, but now I chill at home All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit, and bone Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island Fudge and Lucky know the time, they know who keeps 'em smiling Go out on my own, something that I gotta do Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglas, I say peace to MC Trouble Rest in peace Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else? We got, we got, we got the vibes All the people in Long Island, we got the vibes Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibes Uptown and Now Rule, we got the vibes People Upstate, we got the vibes If you're in DC, you got the vibes Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibes Out West, we got the vibes In the Bahamas, we got the vibes Over in Europe, you know what, we got the vibes And we gotta keep it alive, it goes um... Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of slums Good with the girls, I get a whole lot of 'em From fat to skinny, Freda to Winnie Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy Cause I be real friendly, never on the snotty side I don't brag to brothers about the little papes I got My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary It's only legendary, my father well prepared me My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot Better yet the long term, I don't have a perm In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy and I'm nappy When I get the mic in my hand with the crowd in the stands It's as good as grand like that Yo, I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble And to uh... Trouble T Roy And to um... Scott La Rock And to um... Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin? This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers, you know what I'm saying? This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication And also to my Pops and also to Vinia's Moms, you know what I'm saying? You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going Cause this is vibes and stuff, and we out...

42 ContributorsWe Can Get Down Lyrics We can get down, we can-we can get down It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes!) Check it! I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow If you don't know me by now, you'll never know Steppin' on my critics, beatin' on my foes The plan is to stay focused, only then I can grow Straight from the heart, I represent hip-hop I be three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closin' the shop Crushin competition like Italians on grapes My rhymes styles be blendin' like a Ron G tape My man, where ya goin'? You can't escape When the Tribe is in the house, that means nobody is safe How can a reverend preach, when a rev' can't define The music of our youth from 1979? We rap 'bout what we see, meanin' reality From people bustin' caps, and like Mandela bein' free Not every MC be with the negativity We have a slew of rappers pushin' positivity Hip-hop will never die, yo, it's all about the rap So Mayor Barry smokin' crack — let's preach about that The trash you talk won't matter, that old bogus chatter The more that you condemn us, it only makes us phatter When I talk, I know I'm talkin' for Hip-Hoppers all around You know you love the sound, we gets down You might also like We can get down, we can-we can get down It's like that man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes!) Check it! I'm the cherry on the top of yo' ice cream I'm the mystic thought inside your dream Listen to the way we pulsate the jam I'm the nigga here with the mic in hand Styles that we present are just a few To do away with you and your hum drum crew This is '93 and the shit is real Black people — unite and put down your steel Ladies, make a forum on your sexual drive Devote it to your lover and make it thrive The rhythm's in F, I'm a hip-hop body Release my energy with the force of a shotty Standin' on the wall with my Polo on Talkin' to the girl with the Liz Claiborne Keep the poetry in my black knapsack Got my Timbo hooves and my Doublemint pack Hit the city streets to enhance my soul I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap I can do a trick with the opposite breed I used to down 40's and smoke grade weed Now I'm doin' shows with half loot down Now it's time for me to take ya Uptown It's like that man, it's like that (Yes!) Shaheed! Shaheed: (Scratching until end) Rakim: "Why waste time on the microphone?" A Tribe Called Quest consists of four members: Phife Dawg, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Q-Tip, and Jarobi A E I O U, and sometimes Y

67 ContributorsScenario (Remix) Lyrics Here in 1992, we present the fabulous What's The Scenario remix Whereas, there are seven MC's Six which are in physical form, and one which is in spiritual essence And he goes by the name of, uh... (Hood!) Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (Shiittt!) I lick buckshots Hood — madman, I rip up stages Laid out on your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis Extra! Extra! Pick up a clip I tear ass out the frame (Ha!), and grab my dick (Oh!) I'm a Rock'Em Sock'Em robot, kid, I drop bombs I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news I'm crazy and clever, cut throats of crews I'm death on the phono, my skills are porno You say "Oh, no!", you bitch-ass homo! I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time I slaughter slime, I'm the greatest of all time Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river Two tears in a bucket, fuck it! Kick the can (Say what?! Say what?!) I'm a bad, bad man! You might also like Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip Punchin' out hits like Gladys Knight & The Pips The Five-Foot Assassin has just raided your area Your booty rhymes are wack, and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya (So!) Roll out the red carpet 'cause I'm gettin' this Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew And to you other sellouts — oh, yeah, F you too And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to You're better off callin' D-Nice to your rescue Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around As for corny MC's, like Chuck D, I Shut 'Em Down The Artical Don of hip-hop, and I won't stop The Five-Foot Assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop So do like Michael Jackson and Remember the Time (Do you remember?) Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin', 'cause you sure can't rhyme (Big up! Big up!) Enter new identity Next to say somethin' 'cause you pass it to me What does it take to check a technique? (Many styles! Many styles!) Hostile heat brings bursts of energy Milo In De Dance is the new identity One-two, mic check Select for the ruffnecks that tend to want, bet I come (Correct!) In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots So I can grow dreadlocks Maintain the rock! (Don't stop the rock!) Maintain the rock! (Don't stop the rock!) Kickin' right inna your what's it not I could rock longer, but fair is fair! So C. Brown — are we in the clear?! (Yeah!) C. Brown — are we in the clear?! (Yeah!) Makin' moves, y'all! (Moves, y'all!) On and on and on! (Check it, check it out!) To the break of, break of dawn (Who's that?!) Just one of the L.O.N.S And A Tribe Called Quest, (East Coast!) to West Remix mad kick, more than Metallica To all MC's fall like the Battlestar Galactica Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton (People all over the world!) I'm promptin' (Style!) Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle Representation, sensationalization "Scenario" for the radio, 'BLS and KISS, so (Here we go, yo!) Yeaaah! Force, Main Source LP on the rise In livin' color, let's see through original eyes And I'm out like shout! Ooh-ahh! Ooh-ahh! (Ooh-ahh! Ooh-ahh!) There it is, baby pah! Flyin' in on a limb, slim trim, D I am There I am (There I am!) Don't run from a grim Sike! We be right, be polite for my mics Like I'm like (See sick! See sike!) And slip away, and off to the Poconos Spot picked the clothes, hype swing the pretty pose Yamaha (Ay-Ha-May!) Let's flip the funk, now it all spells (Hey!) Enough, enough, Ms. Fitted, I'm wit' it If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it 'Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight's like the Gladys Bed rest, spread test, and yo, I'm like the maddest Male, not female, hail from Uniondale Bounce the b-ball, 'cause beats are bein' yelled In the hallways, always ringin' with a (Ho!) This is my two-times-nine on the Scenario Check it out, everybody — rhymes and mics Black mens gettin' loot (Doing what they like!) Eight black brothers in the public eye If you listen very close, I will tell you why (Hood!), Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down Will commence to rock (Rock!), so bring on the flocks (Flock!) Interrogation for the knockin' of the box The boom-box ruler controls the medulla None come cooler, I win like Shula So bust out the move as you start to pursue her Intensified mind, non-blunt consumer Tip will come booty (Well, it's only a rumor!) The meaning's so deep that it starts brain tumors (Tumors!) Peace to Hood, baby, from the midnight crooner Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner Hey! What we gon' do (Dooo!) in '92? Even though we had fun (Fuuun!) in '91 Wonderful my days, herb dream comin' down Ponna ponna! New sound leavin' cracks in the ground What's goin on, my man? Goddamn! And now my brain is hurtin' Listen up! Busta, rhythm will hit 'em then I get 'em Flip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em Open up your mouth if you want the food to get rude Flipmode, 'cause I'm in the mood Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah, man, that's how it goes Body drippin' with blood comin' out the nose Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin' for? (More!) Only your sacred and pure Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it and the Busta new rap Raps, Busta Rhymes, or bust this written rhymes Yeah, y'all, in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray (Anyway!) Take a lick, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School Mad brother when stealthy RRAOW! RRAOW! RRRAAAOW! To my dragon babies, stop whinin' I see my influence still shinin' More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo That's the Scenario!

46 Contributors1nce Again Lyrics You on point, Phife? Once again, Tip You on point, Phife? Once again, Tip You on point, Phife? Once again, Tip Word, watch me bust they shit Okay Ohhhh, you did it to me once again, my friend I swear you do it to me every time Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo, you got it goin' on (Say word) On and on and on On and on and on Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on This is the year that I come in and just devastate My style is great, ask your peoples can I dominate? My rhymes are harder than last night's erection Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section My shit is lovely, simply meaning that my joint is tight Amping up the mic, making sure production's tight Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block But by the end of the day, you'll be on my jock My name's Malik, my hobby's putting MCs to the test And if you front, I'll put my foot up in your freaking chest Freestyle fanatic and never will it ever stop Your crew is his', you might just want to call the cops You might also like Ayy, yo, I gotta put some action on paper Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper The only tip I got for a waiter Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog should've bit me That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought Now I'm at a level supreme to the devil So turn up the bass and lay low on the treble We be the real MCs and you dead, bring a shovel Revitalize, the vital Tribe nigga (WHAT?) The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts You know a fella's good for the moola Don't smoke no woolas, read the name, call me Slick Tip the Ruler Ohhhh, you did it to me once again, my friend I swear you do it to me every time 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo, you got it goin' on On and on and on On and on and on (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah-yeah Yo, I've been treading on this globe, man, for twenty-five joints Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure points But I can break a fella down like sex You eat Wheat Chex but still light in the ass and can't flex If one nigga front, I'ma make more pay 'Cause tonight, we gettin off like O.J And yo, I got a Dawg that bites, fuck the barking Yo, I got a crew with the beats and the smarts and— I fought my shit up on Linden in the one-nine-two Forever writing, never biting, ain't shit else to do Hoping to battle, but most MCs ain't ready yet But if they utter one word then it's as good as set You have MCs dropping bombs that's incredible Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable As for me, see, I just do how I love to do Try to deny me of my props then I'll be seeing you Most of you suckers wanna be down for the tag-along The freaking fame, someone tell 'em that this shit ain't games You gots to do this from your heart, meaning your inner soul And if it's real, only then will you be on a roll I try to stay on top my game, there ain't no time to lose Four albums deep as a Quester but still we payin' dues So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself 'Cause if you ain't yourself, you end up by your freaking self I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang And yo, we'll see who can hang, yo You on point, Tip? Yo, once again, Phife You on point, Tip? Yo, once again, Phife You on point, Tip? Yo, once again, Phife Ayy, yo, that kid is niiiiiiiice Ohhhh, you did it to me once again, my friend I swear you do it to me every time, yeahhh 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind, ohhhh Yo, you got it goin' on, ohhhh-ohhhh On and on and on, yeah Oh yeah

75 ContributorsGod Lives Through Lyrics Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! There's a million MC's that claim they want some But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb Peace to Sayres Ave., yeah, you know how we go My best friend Steven at the Home Depot Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside Walk past MC's like that girl did to Pharcyde I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how Act like you know, not now, but right now Beast of the East, on MC's I have a feast I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between Now, if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good! Picture Phife losin' a battle — come on, get off it Put down the microphone, son — surrender, forfeit Did I hear somethin' 'bout a crew? What they wanna do? You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out the cool in you Or it'll be a sad love song bein' sung by Toni Braxton And I'll dissect you like a fraction Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's? I'll pop you like a zit You wanna be the champ? You more like Chief Some-shit Big up myself EVERY time when it comes to this MC's be runnin' scared as if they're watchin' The Exorcist I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast-fed You know the steelo when the diggy-Dawg is on the scene I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P You need a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other 'Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumpin' Get on the mic and break 'em off a lil' lil' somethin' Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I gets the party jumpin' Get on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a lil' somethin' You might also like Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit So recognize me, kids, memorize me Everyday, I be scroungin', rarely I be loungin' I play the down-low, very very incognito Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager The skills on the hill, overlookin' dollar bills Man, you're crazy, thinkin' you can phase me The Ab' doesn't study mere nonsense, money Life seems to need me, MC's seem too cheesy With they booty ass renditions of defeatin' competition I rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man Bet ya bottom dollar Vinia will make ya holla As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention? MC's will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant Just mentionin' the fact that the area is fat I dwell in the under, so honey, it's no wonder That I get plenty of tail, while I even get white I'ma bet hittin' head crack — there money, take that Breakin' niggas off, cut they bank, then I'm off While my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox For tier means creator, the poetry relator It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell ya who's the boss La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la, smooth it out y'all (Oh my God!) La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la Queens got a... Brooklyn got a... Bronx got a... Staten Island got a... Long Island got the zone Jersey got a... Philly got a... Milwaukee got a... L.A. got a... Oaktown got the zone La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la See, I like to get down, Jack

45 ContributorsRap Promoter Lyrics It's a fly love song To the effect of nothing, effective fronting Is what I don't allow so let me tell you something I am a bonafide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my mama is sick I'm by her bedside Used to watch the show on Channel 4 called Riptide Wash my wears in Tide cause it's too damn cold out-tide That's how the runnings go If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass) To the Chemical Bank, and get my cash If you wanna see the people scream and laugh You best Quest, you ask the Quest, you ask real fast Cause I don't wanna see 'em, start bucking Throwing chairs in the air while you be ducking What what? Don't step to me with that If you promoting a show make sure it ain't wack Or else I'm leaving ("Let me tell you") I'm leaving ("Let me tell you") I'm leaving ("Let me tell you") Your wack show You might also like Yo man what's up with that? Yo don't sweat me C'mon, five hundred, that was the deal C'mon man, don't try to play me out We don't need you, sorry! And the Abstract rapper says I want chicken and orange juice, that's what's on my rider And my occasional potato by Ore-Ida Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty See I'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto Took a few shorts before Now the only ones I take are the ones that I wear Ain't taking no shorts no more, now Please act proper 'fore I call the CrimeStoppers Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no Make sure you count your money real slow Be alert, look alive, and act like you know It's, the 90s, time to make moves Not, the 80s, do away witcha womb So what? You got a crew I got one too, they're called the Brooklyn Zu Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool We don't have to act like we in grade school Just make sure that we're taken care of And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out Diggy dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy dig-

42 ContributorsStressed Out Lyrics I really know how it feels to be Stressed out, stressed out (Oh, yeah) When you're face to face with your adversity (Oh) I really know how it feels to be (Oh, oh) Stressed out, stressed out (Oh, oh) We're gonna make this thing work out eventually (Oh) Yo, I ain't one to complain, but there's things in the game (What's your name?) Consequence—I'm tight, burnt like flames (And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend Don't stress that, 'cause it's not in your bloodstream Your whole being comes from greatness—d'you remember? Shaytan got you caught in the storms of December And brothers on the block packing nines, like September Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender (Check it) Yo, I be on the avenue where they be actin brand-new I'm splurging on these Reebok joints for shorty-boo All of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontin' Talking out they joints but they wasn't saying nuttin' My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly (Say word) Yo, word up! Yo, I was tight, caught up But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride Because I'm positive it seems that negative dies Yo, we was at the dice game making these cats look silly Flamming, steady running off at the Willie I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough I gotta see some loot, so on my girls, I blow Shook them shits in my palm, let 'em hit the flo' Kept my eyeballs scoping for them pigs, po-po I got to go on the ave'; see, my parole by four But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo And I was doing it 'til I met Ike, Spike, and Mike One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than Sprite Yo, I know the feeling—when you feeling like a villain You be having good thoughts, but the evils be revealin' And the stresses of life can take you off the right path (No doubt) Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff We gotta hold it down so we can move on past All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that You might also like I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out When you're face to face with your adversity I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out We're gonna make this thing work out eventually You got the N.W.O. (Low cash flow) Your baby's on the way (And you don't know who) And crosstown niggas trying to (Bust at you) Aiyyo they got me stressed out (And you don't know what to do) So frame this Kodak, black, and vision to my contact With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked The switch-hitting Queens, niggas liquid sword spittin With raw poppy, and now your first love is krill Your vision of the mil got crept like Hey Lover Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover And all I want is my laceration of the pie To get this whipped cream before the water runs dry Niggas flash dancing, yo, I don't know why You're sick of snitching, she got you cruising to the pokey Like Smokey, the stress be trying to squeeze out a homey While I'll be trying to get star status like Shinobi So we can build a dynasty, just like the Toby's And all I want is the world to know my steez These money-hungry niggas is seven thirty And got me stressed out like these frog emcees I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out When you're face to face with your adversity I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out We're gonna make this thing work out eventually Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (oh yeah) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) We gon make it (gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (gotta make it) We're gonna make it (we gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (we gonna make it) We gonna make it (oh) Don't worry we gon make it (oh) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (oh) We gon make it Don't worry we gon make it I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it) C'mon baby we gon make it (yeah) We gon make it (yeah-ah) Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it) We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it) We've gotta make it (oh yeah) Know we're gonna make it We're gonna make it, gonna make it We gotta make it, know we gonna make it

65 ContributorsKeep It Rollin’ Lyrics A-yo, swing-swing-swing, to chop-chop-chop Yo, that's the sound when MC's get mopped Don't come around town without the hip in ya hop 'Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped MC's wanna attack me, but them punks can't cope I'll have you left without a job, like Isaac from The Love Boat So money, watch your mouth, or I'ma have to bust ya Battlin' MC's from JFK to Russia Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil Do a U.S. tour for three months, and then I chill Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney "I love you, you love me" The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC So move back yaself, dread, you know the element The Tribe is good for ya health like a can of Nutrament MC's don't have no wins, MC's don't have no (bitches) I flip shit crazier than a busload full of Jerry's Kids Your crew don't want it, and your crew don't want it! But if you feel you can swing it, then money, please bring it Large Professor in the house, you know how we do I skate on your crew like Mario Lemieux Peace to Ike Love and the rest of the crew I'll meet you guys in front the cleaners Bring the blunts and the brew, so... You might also like Whassup, kids? The Ab is speakin' from the moon Thanks for your support, a-yo, I'll be home soon But the only thing I ask when I return from my task Is a whole bunch of beats and a flask full of ass My fist stands firm because I'm, black and solid I open up your pores like a plate full of collards C'mon, take it easy, would ya? Easy, easy I'm up in the gulley, that's when I am her Buddy She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty Filled up the hole like spackle, oh, I mean putty When we over joints like this, we never cruddy Extra P hooked the beat, and kids, it feels luh-ove-ly Check it out, 'cause my conception is immaculate A bachelor, lookin' for a bachelorette Back to you MC's, this is what you gonna get A first-degree burn from my man Ken's cigarette I hope you like Marlboro Paul, you know we thorough like Denver The beat feels like a never-ender But all things good must, so I won't sweat it Drop the seeds for the youthful crew, I hope you get it As I stand, grip this mic inside my hand Boy, I'll smack you up like I was your old gran So respect yourself, son, and come and gimme love Once again, the Ab' is who you think of So chill with the beef, money, we gotta dead it! It's Extra P, and yo, Tip, I'm 'bout to set it On the country once again, here to win I'm Uptown chillin', takin' in this Grandmaster Vic blend From the projects, the PJ's Fuck them two DJ's! Self mission I had her in the ill position Sayin', "Large, you's the soul brother that I'd like to 'F' with For the rest of my life" — Yeah, yeah, now check the method As I, proceed with what you need like Akinyele A whip looks complete when the tires say Pirelli Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he's a junkie There's 8 million stories in the city, it's a pity Don't fuck with the skins if she's tryin' to act shitty Big shout to the Guru, Primo and Zulu Nation Was on a vacation, in the ghetto Yo, Ras, slow your roll, I'm 'bout to bag this here schmeydl Rapper Nas on top, it seems we gonna rock it Queens represent, buy the album when I drop it

38 ContributorsThe Hop Lyrics Yeah, move your body, inside the party We 'bout to bring it to you kid, like we never ever did My nigga Al G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it We got the girl Kristine in it, got my man Big G in it A-yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow I'ma make you move, whether woman or fellow Yo, I got the medals in the Warfield of respect Like an ill porno, make ya body get wet Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow Hoping that my shit will pierce your dome like an arrow I'm sure it will, especially if it's God's will MC's be ready to die 'cause I'ma kill All your negative feelings standing on two feet While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat You know it's realer killer, realer than you can imagine Using every source of pain in my range to make it happen If I make it happen, that means I'm making motion And I'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion Everybody do the hop, make it smooth like lotion I lay up in the piece on a incognotion You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop Now everybody here, you do the hop You going up to cop, Uptown for a brick, don't stop You gotta come back and do the hop Yo, fuck the cops, you gotta come back and do the hop Move 'til your body won't stop You gotta do the hop, non-stop motion, non-stop You gotta come back and do the, do the... You might also like You see you, your career is done like Johnny Carson's Get me vexed, I do like Left Eye, start an arson Now that I got that out my system Watch me stab up the track as if my name was OJ Simpson I packs it in like Van Halen I work for mine, you, you're freeloading like Kato Kaelin I'm representing with my crew Mess around, bite my rhymes, I'll beat that ass with my shoe C'mon, you know I'm crazy nice Brothers can't deal with the shorty named Phife You must be mad in the head I bust his ass and leave 'im blood clot for dead Niggas sound like Das EFX If it ain't Das EFX then they sounding like Meth You might as well do Megadeth Y'all punk MCs better save your freaking breath You's a corny motherfucker You must be high smoking dust with Chris Tucker Y'all faggot asses don't want this I pull more peeps than the peeps at the premier of Pocohantas Word is bond I am the baddest And all you honeys out there, word is bond, you know my status So come and pull your panties down This ain't the Barnum Bailey show, I don't get down with the clowns So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends But don't bring your ass by and you ain't got no ends Word is bond, it don't stop Just ease your mind, come along and do the hop You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop Come on everybody, do the hop Even if you cop, you gotta come back and do the hop You move to the beat, you don't stop You smoking jump rocks, you gotta just stop and do the hop Then you come back and do the hop You know we don't stop, we on the ghetto prize on the top You know we come back and do the hop Shorties in the place, all the shorty rocks, do the hop You gotta come back and do the hop We never go on pop, you know we come back, we do the hop This is how it is, we do the hop You move to the beat, then come on everybody, don't...

(Dun D-D-D-Deal, hey) I done came up (Yeah) Bustin' down a whole bag (Bag) Broke nigga, step back (What?) Why don't you peep a nigga's swag? (Yeah) You ain't even gotta ask (What?) What are those? What is that? (Yeah) Please don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf) Please don't touch my Raf (What?) I'm racked up like rappers (Uh) I'm Raf-d up on camera (That's Rick) Get knocked out on camera (All this Rick) Squeeze pump like asthma (Yeah, what?) It's rare Raf when I wear Raf (Uh) Bare Raf when I wear Raf (Rick) Might invest into some Raf shares (All this Rick) Lil' niggas still share Raf (What?) Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks (Uh) Rick Owens be the tag (Rick) Do the digital dash (All this Rick) Yeah, I'm boastin', never brag (Yah) Please don't touch my Raf (What?) Bought a Kris Van Assche (Yeah) Alessandro Gucci glasses (Yeah) J.W. Anderson collab (Uh) Yeah, she pop it like a MAC (What?) Yeah, she drop it on the bag (Uh) I'ma buy another bag (Bag up) 'Cause she always bring it back (Uh) Yeah, you know how to make it last (Yeah) Plus, a nigga keepin' tabs (Uh) I'ma fly first class (Uh) Quavo hit 'em with the dab (Yeah) Please don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf) You might also like Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Yeah, Raf) Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Uh, Raf) Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Ooh) Do you know how much I'm spendin'? (Huh, ooh) My closet, it worth 'bout a milli' (Milli', yeah, yeah) Took the lil' bitch out the runway (Yeah, uh) Now she naked in the kitchen (Uh) Raf Simons (Ayy) All kind of crazy colors (Ayy, ayy) Livin' color (Colors) Left wrist, Rollie butters (Ice) Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela) Mama told me never settle (Mama) Raf Simons, don't lace 'em (It's Raf) Got your bitch, wanna date her (Ooh) Huh? What? Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper I swear to God these niggas be haters (Yeah) They be hatin', I feel all the vapors Live in cul-de-sac, don't get along Ooh, right with my neighbors (Yeah) Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on Now Atlanta got all different flavors Hit that bitch right on with my lightsaber Ooh, feel like Darth Vader I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you Ooh, Raf in my basement (Yeah) Yeah, pass the gas But you know that I'm gon' face it Wait, that's the reason that they mad 'Cause Lil Uzi, yeah, he made it, ayy (Yeah) I wore that Raf 'fore I made it, yeah I wore that Raf 'fore I made it, yeah Got that Raf all in my basement, yeah Fuck your bitch once, ain't got patience, yeah (Yeah) Fuck your bitch once 'cause I'm famous, yeah Put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs, ayy Makin' them plays with my label I get it, I count it, hundred on my table (Yeah) We gon' need a bigger table, though Need some cable, tired of watchin' basic Wouldn't sign ya if I had a label That designer on a nigga label, fuego Down the bottle, still under the limit I could buy your bitch just off my debit I could buy her, not fuck up my credit Ain't no executives flexin' my blessings Ain't no middleman cuttin' my blessings I got all of this flick for the Lord's worship You ain't slammin', got the Asperger's I'ma drag that nigga, he deserve it I'ma read his ass like a LaBeija (Drag) Anna Wintour cool with my mama (True) And it's winter fool, need a bomber Plate of ravioli at Obama's, right, right, right Can't you see I'm eating (What's poppin'?) Wrist like ravioli, stuffed with diamonds, right, right? We don't have the same problems I get Raf Simons 'cause I'm gifted That means sometimes I get it and don't even want it Give Raf Simons when I'm giftin' That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it (Yeah) Sterling silver lasers (Yessir) Rubies red, my skin too black to blush This bitch too rare to bust Seen her in the iPhone pages This ain't on the Gram, Wizard of O-Z Parka pockets full of med leaf Guap is smelling like it brush teeth Say cheese, see the porcelain (Flair) Xans and water, see swordfish (Plenty) Backwoods all forestry Raf draggin' on the floor, bitch Flamethrower in it, in it (Flame, flame) I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames (Heat) Stuck to the pavement, they glued (Sticky) I'm two-point-five million a venue And twenty-five hundred a tooth (True) I'm coatin' my lungs in the muddy I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu (Brr) I cover my face and I'm bloody (Yeah, brr) That Spring/Summer 2002, two, two (Two, two) Yeah, please don't touch my Raf Sleep in the grass, Teddy Sleep with the Teddy Quick with the hands, ready (Ready) Please don't touch my bag Please don't touch my Raf Shirt off, I'm cam ready (Ready) Deadstock in memory (Memory) Please don't pop my tag

Yeah, yeah I'm, y'all know what it is Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, (Shut the fuck up) yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm Yeah I'm Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches (You know it) Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate (We do it) Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yeah, I'm gettin' cake, yeah, it's no debate Yeah, I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date, like, every day Yeah, I rock the Raf, yeah, I bought the Wraith Yeah, I'm out of state, yeah, I like to race Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah (You know it) I wake up late, yeah, I'm out of shape, yeah, I'm eatin' crêpes Yeah, I'm sippin' wine, yeah, she feed me grapes (Grapes) She make no mistakes, me make no complaints I love how she think she graduated with that brain She go to… You might also like Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate (You know it) Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches (Shut the fuck up) Tool on my waist, shades on my face Money in the bank, make no mistake Nast does it great Yeah, hoes wanna fuck, car parked out front 7:45 on the fuckin' dot, your bitch down to ride (You know it) Leavin' wit' me 'cause I'm a G Made in the streets, rep for the streets So I keep a piece (Let's get it) Niggas try to front, act if he want Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side (Magic) Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches) Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Mama told me, "Save that money—bank accounts—don't spend that bread." Cash out on new necklaces, 14 karat bracelet Dibble dabble with the lean Hi-Tech with the cream soda As I whipped the yola Lambo red, Coca Cola My bros, Cosa Nostra Ridin' on a speedboat She suckin', lickin', deep-throat Rey Mysterio When I'm jumpin' off the top rope Banana clip with the scope Wearin' all white Like I'm the mothafuckin' pope (Alright) I'm on a Yamborghini high, flyin' high through the sky, hey, yo Yammy's vision got us rich, catch a nigga flyin' by in a Lambo Sippin' the Henny got me gone, now I'm gettin' in my zone, hey yo R.I.P. to my nigga, the gallon goin' to my dome, hey yo This how it feel to be rich, fuckin' bitches in the mix, yeah Where dick eaters is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah I ain't with the game, bitch, she blow my cartridge, yeah My jewelry glistening why I’m always chilly Can't believe a nigga made a couple milli' 'Bout to cop the house way up in the hillies With a bad bitch in the Bentley Wood grain with the roof gone Make a bitch fold like a futon Gettin' bread like a crouton Tell me what the fuck is you on Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate (You know it) Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches OG, nigga keep it low key Coolin' in the low ride Tourin' with the Rollies Rollin', chiefin' OG Damn I got the smoke right Let you get the floor seats Foreign hoes, foreign freaks, all that on the boat trip Nigga I'm an OG Got it for the dope fiends, product of the dope game Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Brr, brr, brr, brr Ring, ring, ring, postman Who this? (Nash effect) Telephone call from Yung Carti, said it's lit Call the young lord A$AP Bari, he legit (Moneybag) And the young boy Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord) Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the 6 This is Gosha Man, I pay for pussy? No sir Ridin' coaster Roller coaster, chauffeur I got money bags I'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch (I got money bags, turn up, turn up) I'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit (I got money bags, turn up, turn up) Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch (Carti, Carti) You can have this shit, you can have this shit (What you want, yo?) You might also like Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag And I don't know how to act On or off the record, might go axe Harlem back up on the map True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts Gucci and Dior biddin' wars Who wore the piece before they hit the floor? Not even shit you see overseas in stores Who else but me? I know you seen the Forbes Commend your boy, I been the Lord Holy tabernacle, Mister Smack-Your-Favorite-Rapper Greedy for the fat guy's platter Killin' niggas even though black lives matter Weak stomach, flow make 'em throw up Steppin' stones, I'm your stepfather Tell Tyler, better step his flow up Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola Nextel or the Motorola Young nigga prolly never grow up Postman with the telephone, uh Ring, ring, ring, postman Who this? Fuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper Fuck with Lionel, man that shit is gon' get sketchy Shirt is striped, my shorts are short My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe Fuck the Gucci, fuck the Raf And fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin' Fuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari Fuck the Lambo', Tyler only ride McLaren Niggas think they really on because they trappin' Made about like 30 thousand Fuck the party, threw the carnival Attendance this year was like 30 thousand Shoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin' Make sure my sapphire's glistenin' Make the shit, I wear the shit They cop the shit, it's Golf, you bitch, you niggas trippin' I'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man Nigga tax bracket changed, like have you seen my home? Crib got a tennis court Get my Venus and Serena on Golf in this bitch, better ring the doctor Ambulance come when I hit the scene That boy flier than a bag of bees I got my flowers, life's a jeweler Diamond, fingers size of a tumor He's a genius, have you heard the rumors? He's a winner, no not a loser Fuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas' opportunities Goddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze January, Hawaiian shirts Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me Where's the mirror? I'm that nigga Kunta ain't got much shit on me 'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back To be like, "Y'all boys, my nigga" Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy I used to serve it to your mans, ayy Postman, who this? Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk

Ah, it's a plane, it's a bird, it's a zombie, hahaha The highest high, I'm Ayatollah Rubber on my dick, allergic to baby strollers Blue dream, that amazing odor Ant is a Pyrex, I'm the coke and the baking soda Juice be the blue flame that create the whole thing Rap game, crack game, apparently the same thing If this was eighty-something, I'd be in shell toes Gucci-link fat rings, ashy ass elbows Saving every penny tryna get up out this hellhole For my super thugs hustling up off the jail phone Life's a battle, fool, you better have your weapon drawn How could I be scared of death? Bitch, I'm already gone Money on my mind, your bitch on my zipper Breaking up pound after pound, THC on every finger You gon' need a boost from God to get as high as me, nigga Excuse me, I meant to say as high as we, nigga Flatbush Zombie, A$AP Mobbing Hit a killswitch and put an end to any problem Flatbush Zombie, A$AP Mobbing Hit a killswitch and put an end to any problem, bitch! You might also like Hash and weed, hash in a bong Got weed by the ton, got blow by the load If you wanna get throwed, A$AP Ant got the po-tion Three fly ass bitches with weed Double-cupped them double Ds Hi-high nigga, hi-high living Three young ass niggas running shit, no slipping Gotta know the game, gotta know the lane Gotta know the pain, no handouts, ain't shit easy Dark shades, on my Eazy-E Got bitches on my mini-me And you niggas in the rap game, can't relate I'm real pimping, no fornicating Fuck what you heard, I'm going ape Smoking Grape Ape, fuck your mixtape That's a weed plate, Zombie style A$AP, never mind these clowns I love brain, Zombie style, never mind these clouds Juice, pass me the weed Meech, where the acid at? A$AP Ant in this bitch, uh I-I'm a demon, triple-beaming, painting pictures Raping Mona Lisa, blood sheets, creeping for the panties With the collar dannys, killing bitches, sniffing panties Willy Wonka candy semen, three niggas, one bitch, one clip One brain dead girl off your mind, leave your brains on your moms Razor blades dipped in bleach, tear your skin to piece Dump the body in Tennessee, highway getaway OJ Bronco, cap it, baby Drive 'em off the bridge, look into my eyes, vivid tears I see fear, y'all some fucking queers Grow a fucking pair, I'm 'posed to be here 'Posed to be dead, overdosed on shrooms Let's cruise, drive by on-site Ride like a bike, for my Zombie homies kill tonight F-F-F-Flatbush Zombie, A$AP Mobbing Hit a killswitch and put an end to any problem Flatbush Zombie, A$AP Mobbing Hit a killswitch and put an end to any problem, bitch! A$AP niggas, we aliens, cold-blooded nigga, reptilian A-a-acid, acid, Ambiens, only fuck a bitch if she lesbian Trill niggas run the city, got the key on lock Juice got the juice, nigga Meech gon' pop Addie in the Caddy with the heat on cock When a Mac go brrat cause the beef don't stop, niggas My name is that pretty motherfucker From the land of the lost of the gully and the gutta See the Breds made a toast for the honey and the butter Only die for two things, that's my money and my mother, motherfucker Niggas know my name, did I stutter? Niggas know me, man, I keep it one hunna I'm a stunna, Hood by Air for the summer Toast to the Gods and it cost nine hunna So-so-so-so ru-run up if you wanna MAC in the backpack, right by the MacBook And I rep that Harlem And my Zombie niggas straight out of Flatbush I'm 'bout to get our boost up They gonna have to pay 900 for our tees Bari Fuck all that, fuck all that $100 tee, $200 tee shit Wanna look like me nigga You gonna have to pay a stack on rack, nigga Make a bitch catch a heart attack when they see this price tag, nigga Toast to the Gods nigga, hahahah I'ma come clean my nigga I be that pretty motherfucker, hahahah

77 ContributorsHella Hoes Lyrics Hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought that chopper and that pistol with the scope Hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got I got a start in these streets, extra hard for these hoes We move hard in these streets, young God, X'in' them O's I'm like God in these streets, got a tech in my coat I go hard in these streets, Johnny Depp with the blow I flip nickels and O's, I flip powder in bass I done shoveled the snow, I done showered the state See them flowers gon' grow and the power gon' raise And we came through the door, here we got us a race All these diamonds in my teeth I'm gone off a gallon of Hennessy Better let your bitch go cause she's feelin' me And besides she a ho, she fucked him and me And I gave her the beast like I'm Timothy Moonwalk in that pussy like Billie Jean And I open your chest like you Janet Jackson And I blam-blam like you Timberlake I put him in a lake and I penetrate Let it sit in your face like a dinner date Then bust open your grill, let it ventilate And my niggas is killers, what can I say? With a crew of gorillas like 50 Cent And they peelin' bananas, no dinner plate And I'm only gon' ride with my syndicate A$AP 'til I die, nigga, period You might also like Hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got Uh, pretty mothafucka, pull up in this bitch like Uh, jiggy mothafucka, hella hoes on my dick like Uh, really with the shit, if a nigga trip, loadin' up the clip Never slip, tight, never sleep, finna let it rip in this bitch like Pistols poppin', pussies droppin' Niggas coppin', bottles poppin' Roxies choppin', Oxycontin, word to A$AP Lotto Live down Collins mobbin' slow Syrup got me throwed, mouth is full of gold If I overdose, just let 'em know Alright, I got hella hoes Hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got Hoes

95 ContributorsFeels So Good Lyrics Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (No) To none of you, rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (No, yuh, yuh, ayy) Fuck out my face (Face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (Bling blaww-blaww) Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad I had to go buy her a mink, whew (Mink, ayy) Fuck what you think, yuh (Fuck what you, fuck what you think) Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring My diamond's shinin', yours cloudy Diamond's ice, play hockey Lean got me feelin' drowsy Stripper bitch, she work at Follies Meet me at the hotel lobby Air Max, runnin' to the money You ain't takin' nothin' from me And I'm gon' die 'bout it (Focus...) From demons, distractions To all the reactions of fame She probably collapse, and a heart of attack And I'm blowin' a kiss on the way Production big, can't fit on a stage Too many fans to fit in the crowd Too many bands to get 'em on stage His crew and his mans is with him on stage I say in advance, so pay in advance I'm way too advanced to figure him out I set the bar, don't give 'em a break The bar's too high to give it a raise A flow, like God, so give him a raise Stones I got, I get 'em appraised Draw my Glock and get him erased Flow you got, I give it away You might also like Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (No, no) To none of you, rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (No, yuh, yuh, ayy) Fuck out my face (Face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Niggarace, new Versace Sippin' sake with my posse (Yeah, ah) Eat that pussy like Hibachi Leave it wet, that dick Dasani (Ah, alright) Salvador Dalí, her body (Yeah) It's a work of art, you copy? (Yeah, Ferg) Nigga, all she do Pilates I go hard, you rappers copy (Ooh, damn) 'Cause it feels so good when it's you And it feels so good when it's new 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (Ayy) Why you actin' like you ain't knew? Niggarace, new Versace I be mobbin' with my posse Stretch that coochie like pilates I'm gon' eat it like Hibachi Play no game, no Tamagotchi Finger froze like Liberace Fuck that bitch, I make her knock knee While I rep Trilluminati Yah, oh, right Pelle Pelle, butter soft, we was in 'em lobbies Holla, holla, steady mobbin', only God can stop me, huh Dollar signs, a lot of diamonds, I'm about to sign me Cop a Tommy, yeah, the Tommy Thousand band like Fauni, yeah All in the forest, hey Lookin' for porridge, hey Ricky in storage, fresh with the chorus Dressed like a tourist, hey, yeah That's with the bomber, huh Fuck up some commas, hey, hmm Glock for the drama, hey Do what I want, fuck when I wanna... 'Cause it feels so good when it's you And it feels so good when it's new 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (Ayy) Why you actin' like you ain't knew? (Niggarace) Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (No) To none of you, rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (No, yuh, yuh, ayy) (Niggarace) Fuck out my face (Face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (Bling blaww-blaww) Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad I had to go buy her a mink, whew (Mink, ayy) Fuck what you think, yuh (Fuck what you, fuck what you think) Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring Yuh (What?)

Pyroman Hey, wait, come again Wait, hey, uh Me and Rocky sippin' sake up in Paris Eating calamari Me and Carti at a party with some shawties Say what's up to Bari, ayy Vandalizing your Ferrari, am I hating? No, I roll with Cartier Sippin' Dom Pérignon Whole squad's on Perrier Out in Paris like I'm Perry Ellis Parisian people love parasailing Parallel park the 911 Parisian stones, fuck your VVSes United Kingdom with the French connection French kissin' and Parisian sexin' French girls, French fries (Ayy, come again) French toast, French Goyard e'ry day Me and Rocky sippin' sake up in Paris Eating calamari Me and Carti at a party with some shawties Say what's up to Bari, ayy (Yeah, yeah) Vandalizing your Ferrari, am I hating? No, I roll with Cartier (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh) Sippin' Dom Perignon Whole squad's on Perrier You might also like Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Rocking that tee with a V Fucking that bitch out the T and the V, ooh Ducking the T-M the Z, ooh Fashion week bitch overseas, ooh Fucking my team for the week, ya Fucking my team with no fee, ya Fucking my team for the free, ya Ayy, ayy, yeah (Skrrt, woah, skrrt, woah) Fuck bein' humble Little bitch, I'm from the jungle, ayy (Word) Haters talk down but every time they do They always fucking mumble (Word, word) Lil nigga, when you talkin' to a boss Watch how you're talkin' (Word) Cause I got some niggas that pull up right now And put you in a coffin (Blrrt buck, bow!) Yeah, put 'em in a coffin (Ayy) I ain't playin' with these niggas, uh (Wait) Nasty back and I'm bossin' (Boss) (Wait, come again) Me and Rocky sippin' sake up in Paris Eating calamari Me and Carti at a party with some shawties Say what's up to Bari, ayy Vandalizing your Ferrari, am I hating? No, I roll with Cartier Sippin' Dom Pérignon Whole squad's on Perrier

I just robbed a lil' (What? Ooh) I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch We can touch the water, bitch, I walk Walk on top of water, slime We can touch the water, bitch, I walk Walk on top of water, slime Fade on me like I'm Boosie, bitch she popping her coochie My girl, she look like a stripper Codeine in a Kool-Aid pitcher Put diamonds on my sister Put Prada on my mama Eating Benihana's, filled up off the lobster Pasta like a mobster, reds got me proper (Yeah) On a tropic island (Yeah), TMZ watching You might also like I'm a money man, I got her running away Come up off that pussy, make some money today Fetti provolone, she fell in love with the guap Leave your man at home, and I'ma make you a star Take you round the world, you can't pronounce where we are I just robbed a little nigga, and I'm takin' his broad I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime We can touch the water (Yah) bitch I walk (Wah, yah) Walk on top of water (Bitch I, yeah) slime (Bitch I, ay) Big bank Nasty in this hoe, man I might fuck around and fuck a little nigga's hoe, man You know how the game go, you know that shit for sure, man Fuck yo bitch one night, she blow the next, they just like propane Spend a lil' shopping money on a lil' Dolce Prada and that Gucci plus Chanel, she love the clothes game Told her if she fuck me right, she could get what she wanted It ain't nothin' to me, I just call up my accountant Guap You see me on water, walking on it like Jesus Margiela on my collar, remember they used to tease us I need Obama daughter, yeah, I really need her Hundred racks froze in water, I bought that new freezer Jump with the Mac in the back of the Jeep Sweep them niggas clean (Roo!) Hit em with a magazine Make your sneakers lean (Roo!) Cadillac diamond the back of that old school When I'm with my team (Hah!) Don't wanna fuck with the team Don't do that, know what I mean? (Alright!) She wanna fuck with a king, diamonds all bling Hood Pope doing his thing She wanna ride with the team, by any means Taking the bitch of your dreams Now that bitch my little queen, got her from Queens Might come in raw, with a G Gucci and Prada on her feet, designer her sheets A-dollar sign-A-P I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime

96 ContributorsPut That on My Set Lyrics Put that on my set, uhh, uhh Put that on my set I recollect, uhh, uhh Time to count some checks They go collect, uhh They owe some debt Nothin' over, nothin' less And hoes on deck, and plus I flex I put that on my set Understand, I'm a man tryna make it in a world of death She just wanna fuck and I just met her at the club And now we left I just wanna fuckin' love her, rough her She was lovin' nothin' less I just love how we're bustin' Nuttin' all up on her fucking chest God I love that dress God I love the way she dress, she fresh God I love her breasts God I love her thighs and eyes and uhh Swear to God I'm outta breath Swear to God if I get out of line, she checkin' Only time we naked Only time she complainin' and demand for private jets Twist my fingers, put that on my set, uh Fuck the other side, no disrespect, uh Talking crazy, niggas comin' at my neck Man, that's word to Skepta, I'ma put that on my set You might also like Show respect I'ma aim for the neck I'ma make some ghosts When it comes to the raps Man I must be possessed When you see me up close When you look into my eyes When you see how I flex Just me and my dogs And another handful of cats I ain't tryna fuck with the rest Man, I'm ready to die My soul's in the sky See the pain in my eyes I don't wanna cry Put my life on the line For my blood all the time I see all the signs But it's like they blind Tryna kill me for mine Now this all behind The police tryna find DNA on the nine Man, open the door Real niggas on tour Man, I'm ready for war Ten toes on the floor Fuck with me on the 3rd It will be Halloween on the 4th Yeah, all the way from the East to the North Rocky billin' up that Backwood Spilling mad weed on the floor, icy Need that on my set, ayy, ayy Put that on my set I said, I flex, ayy, ayy What's that on my neck? Ayy, ayy, put that on my set I said, I flex, ayy, yy What's that on my neck? They called baguettes, these bitches sweat These niggas know, they all in check And hoes on deck And plus I flex, I put that on my set

Uh, Lil Boat Monstas gon' tear it up Ayy, ayy Ain't never been to Bahamas, nah I done fucked multiple mamas I done count multiple commas We brought in multiple llamas Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth Wrap it up smooth like Osama It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah Ain't never been to Bahamas I done fucked multiple mamas I done count multiple commas We brought in multiple llamas Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth Wrap it up smooth like Osama It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah I stay with that Uzi like Drama I stay with the Uzi for drama I stay in the cut with piranhas My bitch bad and boujee, Kitana I hit multiple drops of Cassandra We having sex in the sauna Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Nigga talk down, that's a uppercut You might also like Bow, shut up, hey Get you some money and run it up Fucking your bitch, she ain't fun enough Smoking a blunt when I nut in her, face Huh, can't hit my weed, ayy Can't water my seed, hey Can't play in my garden, hey Bitch, beg your pardon, hey 2-2-3, Harden, hey Ooh, that's James She don't want you 'cause you lame I'm up, she'd rather fuck with us, yeah Make room, make room Jiggy nigga comin' through, talk yo shit Make room, make room Jiggy nigga comin' through, talk yo shit I ain't never been to Bahamas A nigga done been to Milan though Met with your favorite designer Gucci show with Alessandro Your sis give me head on recliners Your wife wanna throw me vagina I fuck on your aunt, ya mama Got syrup like Aunt Jemima Like the Maple Leaf, take a peek Get to the bread like a bakery Wait on me, wait for me Soon as we fuck, get away from me Paper plate or fine china, Benihana, McDonald's Hit up Empanada Mamas, eat at delis or in diners Who's that peeking through the window? Got the chopper boutta blind us Couldn't pick me out of a lineup Niggas psyching like Ewonda Spaz fast, get to the bag Look at the digital dash Little bitch frivolous, nigga just hit that shit Get to it, get in it, just trying to live a bit New shades, Gosha Got me looking like a Beatle Up in London like a Beatle This ain't Puma, this Needles Ain't never been to Bahamas But my chain's so lavish TMZ be clacking, while they're counting my karats Louis Vuitton, straight from Kim Jones "Ballin" like Jim Jones (Ballin'!) You cannot come in my zone Woah, Dior boys in Paris Chilling with Kris Van Assche White model bitch with ass Let a Groovy nigga in it, six cars, nigga winning Big crib, tennis court, half a million in the Porsche Got a chopper on the porch, backyard the Bahamas Palms trees and recliners, got a Rollie for my mama Dime piece give me nana, got a .9, nigga, what Third strike in the bush, couple grand on the front Fell in love in the gut, four mil' in a month Your career in a trunk, last album, nigga was Whole album full of duds, album cover for the buds Put the Rollie in the bust, money talking, nigga hush Hit the plug, nigga walked off, split the mil, nigga all four Flippin' hoes, nigga what for? Batman in the Audo I never been to Bahamas A nigga done been to the projects I used to catch licks in pajamas Now I pull up in some Prada Margielaa man, cop a pair every weekend Bad bitch, she says she's Puerto Rican Ice cold, diamonds look at me freezing A hunnid bands, spend that shit up in Niemans Bring them goons out Pull up with them drugs and Smith & Wessons It's a shoot out Taking trips, I can't even hardly go to school now I'm getting rich 'Bout to go and cop a Bentley coupe now I'm spraying shit Super soaker then dive in the pool now I ain't never been to Bahamas I ain't never broken a promise I got a Glock and a llama I'm on the block with Obama I'm on the coast with a goddess There's no way to find us, no way to find us I'm on a boat to the tropics Holding deposits, bulging my pockets

87 ContributorsFrat Rules Lyrics Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming All the hoes that you call are not coming She know if she not fuckin, she truckin' All the bitches I fuck are not common Guaranteed if I fuck her she cumming If I'm in the room please don't come in I beat the pussy like it need production And all she want from me is reproduction Got her ass boutta leave her husband Heard he called up yelling, tweaking, fussing Talkin' 'bout "It's gon' be repercussions!" I remember last, last nigga, nigga tried to run up Got like three concussions Do you know what you in for? They copy copy like ten four Keep the money 'cause I been poor All your jewelry like tin foil Please don't tell your friends where we shopping at I swear this shit gon' turn into an in-store (Straight up) Fuck you need another man for Talking to her like a mentor? Talking to her like a nigga Yoda And she say, "I love you" I'm like "Hold up, hold up, hold up" Hold up, hold up, hold up (Hold up) (Hit her, hit her with the back up) Back up (Colder) shoulder You might also like Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Now every time we in this bitch, you actin' like you owe me favors Acting like you with the shits but fronting on the homies later Look, I could tell you're under pressure, baby time to ease up Young and living single, like your roommate Khadijah My apologies, why I gotta be misogynistic every time we kick it? Every time I visit, something's different And every time I leave, you know you miss it Don't be crying on my shoulder every time I'm coming over Talking 'bout a popcorn and soda, Netflix and chill When you home alone with no Macaulay Culkin Sex game had her going crazy Now I got her ass calling all the time And I wish I never met her, Carl Thom' Driving down my street like it's the Autobahn Getting loud, setting off the car alarms Here put on my chain, baby you need to chill Give it some time, baby, let it rebuild Quit running your nose through the Beverly Hills Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming

70 ContributorsCrazy Brazy Lyrics Woah, woah, yo Woah, woah, woah I got a lot on my head Gucci rag tied on my head Put a red dot on your head I put that guap on your head Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy I got a lot on my mind I put that guap on my mind I got a lot on my mind I put that nine to your mind Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy I don't want no conversation I don't need explanation Shoot with no hesitation They do it for a reputation They don't play me on the station Press 'em like detonation More Margiela than a Mason Man I'm Rocky like a caveman Re-rock I'm a rockstar Try to cuff me like a cop car Try to play me like a pop star? That's how you get not far All my Cuz niggas crazy All my Blood niggas brazy Might just drop in on a Wednesday Man the shit is soundin' wavy Don't talk back, just give me face I got nines on my waist Hide them nines in the place, I don't care I'm with Flacko, you on flocka You got guns, but won't pop 'em I send niggas to the doctor, I don't care Xanman, tan money bag, drag, slash bag man Baghdad land Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand Black man, black hand side Anti-everything since Yams died And I stand by NY No who, what, where, why, when You might also like I got a lot on my head Gucci rag tied on my head Put a red dot on your head I put that guap on your head Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy I got a lot on my mind I put that guap on my mind I got a lot on my mind I put that nine to your mind Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Hundred thousand dollar nightmare If I wanna take a flight there Man fuck it spend a life here Young thuggin in some Nike Airs Bicken Back Being Bool, baby Layin' back by the pool, baby Bumpin' that shit too wavy Counting stacks shit too brazy Walk around with a bag on me Walk around with a flag on me Bickin back I got mad hoes Joey Fatts might blast for me Tote the Tecs I got cash homie Take it back, I got crack on me This and that, got that on me Where you from? Where you at homie? I got a lot on my head Gucci rag tied on my head Put a red dot on your head I put that guap on your head Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy I got a lot on my mind I put that guap on my mind I got a lot on my mind I put that nine to your mind Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy

88 ContributorsTrillmatic Lyrics Yo Yo-yo, yo Ahem Nineties-era Nasty Yeah Yo Ty Beats! I need some time alone, cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone That's the work of Satan, niggas be hatin', but I'm a pot of gold This ain't just me rappin', it's real and somethin' you gots to know Catch a mark nigga hatin', get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go Whoa, Nasty baby, I'm crazy, the nineties raised me I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who play me Brazy, drivin' Miss Daisy, hand on my strap In my zone, mind on my money like, "Where that shit at?" I'm all alone, that's my only hope And be damned if I'ma chase that with some phony homes—on the real It be the ones that say, "We got this"— That "You ain't alone as long as I'm here"— To pull out that Glock 9 and cocked it He mad you got rich, but on the low, you should've watched him Cats connivin', head first into the livest object That was your man; now, you 'bout to die quick over some fly shit You feel reminded of your fast-life ventures and winters Blinded 'til the flashlight enters You might also like Yo, I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back, back, back I got a poor man's panache, I be stretchin' the cash I'm a little passive-aggressive, they go get stretchers when I'm mad Borderline manic-depressive, rappers stressin' me bad Got too many less-than-impressive rappers left in my path Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the past Someone slides—this time, I ride, you get left in the back Who am I? I'm a titan, so be expectin' a clash Start to wavin' arms at you, you'd think I'm catchin' a cab No questions, live the answers 'cause if you're lookin' to ask (Uh-huh) Look at Meth, breakin' bad like he cookin' meth in the lab Still a lethal weapon, but try and bless him with math Rappers never learn their lesson, so I ain't lettin' 'em pass I ain't lettin' 'em brag (Nah), I ain't lettin' 'em swag (Nah) Fuck swag, just bein' blunt, while I'm pluckin' my ash Y'all ain't up in my class in the buildin'— It's A$AP Meth Quick to kill 'em—that's an ASAP death I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back, back, back Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq-strong, I'm breakin' backboards Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body I play the back of clubs, clique of foul youngins that's rowdy Fools get rowdy, ain't nothin' dumb, my guns from Saudi High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rollin' the finest You know the fronto, Sucio Guapo, I'm head honcho I sport the poncho, connects with Sandro, the illest y'all know Killin' 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer But check my rhymes, though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoes Watch out for potholes, H leanin', that's why he drive slow Nast' Diablo, the nineties-era shit in effect Clowns be watchin', best protect your necks (Ty Beats) Told ya all niggas what? huh? Told these mothafuckers, nigga! I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back, back, back Back Back

82 ContributorsGet the Bag Lyrics Uh, yeah, yeah (It's a new day) Uh, uh, yeah, yeah (It's a new day) Yeah, yeah, uh, uh (It's a new day) Uh, uh, uh (It's a new day) Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi Ice Cube, all about the Benjis Spend ten bands in Fendi A$AP, my niggas with me Niggas be talking that bullshit Your main bitch said I look gorgeous What I spent on my chain, that's your mortgage (Cash out) Brand new Porsche came with some horses (It's a new day) Sipping that purple like Prince .40 my tool, that's my wrench Ballin' like J-Kidd, assist Shootin that three like a swish Ayy, moving in silence, I need me some guidance I'm wildin', there's money and violence Come out the projects, I want it, I got it Margiela just running through college (It's a new day) Fresh out the Porsche, tech in my shorts Best from the west to the north Catching some rec with my thots, ayy Getting a check for my thoughts, ayy Dripping in jelly, I trap off a celly I look like I'm rich in the '80s Droop with the grippy, I cruise through the bity (Uhhhh!) I'm buggin' out crazy, no brazy You might also like Ski mask on me so them niggas can't trace me Car is so fast, when I skrrt, they can't chase me Margiela, Marino, now she wanna date me She see the money, now she tryna play me Hop out the Rari, go vroom I never lack, I stay with goons, thugs And you know Gucci my shoes Breaking the rules, stay on the news And you know my shot go swish Shoot from a three-point, boy I won’t miss, aye Smooky just caught a new lick Diamonds don't drip, don’t front, you get hit (It's a new day) Funny vibes, I can sense Something different in the air, it's like a weight being lifted Taste the hatred, oh I get it Really trippin' cause you broke and you in your feelings Let her go, she in her feelings Niggas can't tell you shit, man, don't know the difference When you're in your twenties making parents livid Cause you making millions Make 'em wanna live it then you make a living Over what you spending, making poor decisions Music for the children, hope they make it major Even independent, free them out the penni' (It's a new day) Keep him out the prison, writing freedom with the pen and pencil MTV about a Interstitial Fuck with me because it's beneficial (It's a new day) Unsuspected like an incidental Chasing that bag (It's a new day) 2017, 2018 They bragging about hoes I had (It's a new day) Come on through stunting too Looking like a nigga dad (It's a new day) Foreign bitches, pull up Type of bitch a nigga wish he had (It's a new day) Looking in the mirror, vision getting clearer (Uhhhhh) I see why you mad Chickens coming in, they gotta go She ain't fucking then she gotta go (New day) Wanna see me drown, I gotta float Best believe I get it by the boat (New day) Thirsty bitch, she wanna sit up in it Had your bitch and she be lickin' in it Car so big she wanna get up in it Tell the bitch to chill but she still catching feelings (It's a new day) Uh, .4-5 that chopper It ready to spit on you niggas, pew, uh, yeah (It's a new day) All of my bitches, they fucking They acting siddity, what, what (It's a new day) Yea, uh, stacking the guap, feel like Diddy, ooh All of my bitches get milli', ooh Popping that molly prescription, ooh All of my niggas, they dishing, ooh I just go hard in the kitchen, ooh Bitches they fuckin', they lickin', huh Carti, I’m getting that, uh, blaow Told her go mind her own business 'Fore I die, I'ma make a billi' Stack a couple milli', 'Rari and a Bentley House upon the hilly, diamonds getting chilly Bunch of indie niggas with me repping Philly (It's a new day) Oh Lord, it’s the Hood Pope Shouldn’t walk cause I could float (Getting that bag) Model bitch, get a good throat (Uhhhhh) Said she in love with the hood folks, god damn They be chasing that bag, they be chasing that bag! Aye, Nasty baby, 2017 Big ol' diamonds in my pinky ring (New day) Prada on me, bitch I do my thing (New day) Yeah, aye, I ain’t gotta talk to you niggas lame Aye, disappear on 'em like David Blaine Combat boots on me like Major Payne These niggas is funny like Damon Wayans (It's a new day) Boy you so broke, man that shit a shame (It's a new day) 'Member times I was broke Now I’m getting that bag (It's a new day) 'Member times I was broke Now I’m getting that bag (It's a new day) 'Member times I was broke Now I’m getting that bag (It's a new day) See I 'member times I was broke Now a nigga chasin' that bag (Uhhhhh, they be chasing that bag) But it's a new day

88 ContributorsBlowin’ Minds (Skateboard) Lyrics Man, always bout some petty shit That shit blowin' off I'ma come clean All new watch, that bitch blow minds (Beep) When we show up, you know it's showtime (What?) I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind (Beep) Hundred thousand, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle we was blowin' 9s (Straight up) Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time (Straight up) And you know I gotta cross the finish line (Woah, woah, woah) You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down (Yeah) When we in the field, it's a touchdown (Gang) And you know your bitch is a bustdown (Gang) She gon' turn around and get turnt out (Gang) Hopped up in a foreign car, then I burnt out (Yeah) I don't waste time on the FaceTime (Nah) R.I.P the pussy, leave it face down (Yeah) Two best friends at the same time (Woo, woo) Two best friends at the same time (Woo, woo) Flava Flav clock by my waist line (Tik, tok) I find it funny how she blow time (Tik, tok) Forward lil' mama cause she hold it down (Shh, quiet) Nickname her Karma 'cause she go around (That's right) When she come around, better not fuck around (Mhmm) Write a couple bars, I bet I blow your mind Deadly with the pins, I don't bowl around (Woo) Mercedes Benz, I roll around (Woo) Like 80 bands, when I walk around (Yeah) You might also like All new watch, that bitch blow minds (Beep) When we show up, you know it's showtime (What?) I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind (Beep) Hundred thousand, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle we was blowin' 9s (Straight up) Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time (Straight up) And you know I gotta cross the finish line (What?) You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down In the Hellcat, yeah, burning out (Ooh, ooh) Let the window down, yeah, air it out (Ooh, what?) Lay a nigga down, ooh, lay him down (Ooh, what?) I'ma hit that bitch, with a hundred rounds (Ooh, ooh) All my bitches bad, and they poking out (Ooh, bad) Pull up with them knots, yeah, I'm ashin' out (Ooh, cash) Aston Martin coupe, yeah, cashing out (Ooh, ooh) All black Rollie, yeah, bust down (Ooh, what?) All new watch, that bitch blow minds (Beep) When we show up, you know it's showtime (What?) I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind (Beep) Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind What’s the word? I just saw your hoe up on the strip and she look thirsty Gave that hoe my number, told her call me up for certain (Call me up) Yeah, I know what’s it’s worth Give that pussy up, and if it’s wet, I’ll buy a purse (What?) (I don’t be trickin') Ridin' in my Murc' Seat way back, bumpin' new Lil Uzi Vert, ayy Diamonds dance like Carlton You can see them through my shirt, ayy Flexin’ on these niggas, know they see me and it hurt (Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex) Flexin’ on these niggas, I be with them geeks But make one phone call, you get hit up (Bow, bow, bow, bow, blatt!) All new watch, that bitch blow minds (Beep) When we show up, you know it's showtime (What?) I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind (Beep) Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle we was blowin' 9s (Straight up) Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time (Straight up) And you know I gotta cross the finish line (What?) You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down

59 ContributorsMoney Man Lyrics Oh we finna fuck up a check today Nigga, fuck that! Oh we finna get paid today I'm about my cash today (rrah!) I'm 'bout my dough today, I'm 'bout my hoes today Money on my mind every fucking day (Harlem) Honeys on my mind every fucking day Get that money young nigga! Get that cash young nigga! Take that cash young nigga! Flacko! I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride All that I wanted man, wanted some money man Look at my wallet man, countin' up hunnids Call me the money man, she do the money dance I keep the money man, keep it one hunnid, yeah Cash rules everything around me, nigga ask about me I swear my shooters be my juniors, call me Robert Downey He held it down, he held his own, now holding down the county It just so happen now, she wet and now I'm all outta Bounty I'm the quicker picker-upper, still don't give no fucks bruh Quick to pick her up, I be that pretty mothafucker For fuckin' up my cash on Ubers, time to switch the truck up Tip the driver, turn the Future up, fuck up some commas Homicide, pussy good, eat it good, treat it good Beat it good, peck a wood, wish you could Love or ride, ride or die, ride it back forth, side to side Make it shake, surfboard, make a nigga go dumb for it I'ma ride, I'ma ride, love the bitch 'till I die Genuine, Bonnie/Clyde,, we gon' die, homicide Suicide, two of us, you and I, crucified Truths and lies, you despise, I'm the best, you decide You might also like I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, choose a side, suicide You and I, crucified You despise I'm the best, you decide Pulled up on lil' shawty, hello, howdy, Audi I just hopped up out my Rover, shine my Rollie, uhh I just hit my jeweler threw some diamonds on it Told that hoe don't come I ain't got no times for phonies, uhh I've been gettin' money, why you niggas fronting? Uhh, Flacko told me, "Fuck 'em," I'm like, "Nah, let's buck 'em" I ain't got no time, these niggas want discussion Told her drop that ass, I ain't tryna fuck you Uhh, I just bought a stripper pole, I put it in my bedroom Got your hoe plus several more sliding down the metal She like, "Nasty baby demon," yeah, that boy a rebel All that I wanted man, wanted some money man Look at my wallet man, countin' the hunnids Call me the money man, she do the money dance I keep the money man, keep it one hunnid Look at my product man, I'm made of money man Check out my closet man, callin' it contraband Fuck with the rubber bands, I count a hunnid bands She see the money man, she do the money dance I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, choose a side, suicide You and I, crucified You despise I'm the best, you decide

79 ContributorsBachelor Lyrics Dun Deal on the tra-a-a-a-ack Beautiful (Beauty!) One or two, all of you (Ayy!) How are you, pop a bean (Hey! Bean!) Chopped and screwed Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!) I'm riding through, Hollywood (Skrrt) Smoking good, I'm on the move (Gang!) Beautiful (Hey!) One or two, all of you (Hey!) How are you, pop a bean (How are you? Bean!) Chopped and screwed Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!) I'm riding through, Hollywood (Skrrt) Smoking good, I'm on the move (Hey!) We live our life like some bachelors Diamonds on me like a bachelor (Shine) Phantom on me like a bachelor Bitches on me like a bachelor We live our life like a bachelor (Ayy) Diamonds on me like a bachelor Phantom on me like a bachelor (Yeah) Bitches on me like a bachelor You might also like These niggas mad at Lil Boat Nautica sign on my clothes I keep that work for the low I give a fuck 'bout a hoe, damn 22 shots to his brain if he stain on my name Not a joke, not a game Fuck around and iced up my neck Do what I need for respect Hop in a whip and cut school I met that lil' bitch straight after school You cannot play me, I never been fooled You cannot play me, I never been fooled Shawty got friends and I'm pulling up I'm getting head like a uppercut They don't want war they not tough enough Shawty just told me I'm glowing up I need that shit it not out yet I wanna foreign my outfit Thumbing and dabbing I run it up Young niggas never been young enough I got yo bitch in my spot again I'm in Shibuya just stacking Yen Smoking on gas, don't fuck with mid Don't play me, lil' bitch, I'm not a kid Take a good look at where a nigga live Look at the moves that a nigga did Look at the faces, a nigga stare Flick of the wrist we like looky here Regular bitches play hard to get It's funny she come but we couldn't pair Oh no, he didn't done took it there I done some things that you wouldn't dare I need the Dior and Prada suits I need that Raf and that Gucci too I need JW Anderson I should pop Pamela Anderson Calling her pussy an ambulance Let me record like the cameraman I'ma zoom in with my camera lens I'm going in like the Taliban Beautiful (Beauty!) One or two, all of you (Ayy!) How are you, pop a bean (Hey! Bean!) Chopped and screwed Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!) I'm riding through, Hollywood (Skrrt) Smoking good, I'm on the move (Gang!) Beautiful (Hey!) One or two, all of you (Hey!) How are you, pop a bean (How are you? Bean!) Chopped and screwed Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!) I'm riding through, Hollywood (Skrrt) Smoking good, I'm on the move (Hey!)

69 ContributorsLondon Town Lyrics Motivation foreign, motivation foreign Dior on my feet, everyday foreign Motivation foreign, motivation foreign Car from Germany, everything foreign Everything foreign, vintage Ralph Lauren Feel like Jeff Gordon, Switzerland touring You H&M sporting, you niggas is boring (goddamn) Got a white bitch on my dick, yeah she snorting Drive the whip fast till I crash it, I'm a bastard Lil Boosie, I'm a savage, fuck her then I pass it Flacko smashed it, Bari smashed it (Harlem and London, same ting) (Harlem and London, same ting) Got this bitch all in my face, yeah Fuck her then cum on her face now Spend a whole check on my waist, yeah Bag it up, it's on the way, yeah I do what I want and they hate, uh I do what I want and they hate, yeah Trust a soul that's okay yeah Keep a pole we okay, yeah You might also like Motivation foreign, motivation foreign Dior on my feet, everyday foreign Motivation foreign, motivation foreign Car from Germany, everything foreign L-O-R-D F-L-A-C-K-O Aye yo' I heard you a featherweight Vroom vroom, zoom zoom Winnipeg, paper thick, the paper chase Stoned all in London town Smile for the camera lenses, I ain't shy I'ma fly by, I'm a fly guy Sell that ya-ya, yeah yeah yeah On the corner everyday when you see him posted Toasted with the soldiers Robbers with me, choppers on us Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye Holy matrimony, married to the guacamole Avocado seeds up on my broccoli Drop my socks pony, got my thot in Chloé All of my hoes are foreign man Know how I love them bitches though All of my hoes are foreign man All of my hoes be switching hoes Motivation foreign (Harlem and London, same ting) Motivation foreign (Harlem and London, same ting) Dior on my feet (Harlem and London, same ting) Everyday foreign (Harlem and London, same ting) Motivation foreign (Harlem and London, same ting) Motivation foreign (Harlem and London, same ting) Car from Germany (Harlem and London, same ting) Everything foreign (Harlem and London, same ting) I'm in the ends now I'm in the ends now In the Rolls with my mens now In the Rolls with my mens now

86 ContributorsWhat Happens Lyrics Yeah! All right! Yeah! What happens when you get a real nigga rockin' Hilfiger With some trill niggas? With some grills, nigga? Yeah (Yeah!) What happens when you see a fake nigga rockin' Bapes, nigga? Get up out my face, give me space, nigga (Right!) What happens when you fucked a nigga bitch? Already shittin' on 'em now a nigga pissed Hit the dab just to show the wrist It's the young Bada$$ in this bitch (Yeah!) What happens when you took a nigga bitch? She go off, give a nigga kiss Knowin' she sucked on a nigga dick And right now, sending naked pics (Ooh-ooh! Errrr!) What happens when you fucked a nigga bitch? When she on your dick, she reminisce About how she fucked the whole nigga clique I swear that bitch stay in the mix You might also like I swear to God, the nigga RZA sick What happen when you got a bigger miss? That Mr. Dick is a hit or miss Don't kiss my hip, I'm ticklish (Ugh!) A$AP and Pro-E (Woo!) Hit it with the flow, you know it's OD Flacko Jodye, Ferg and Joey Your bitch gon' ride it like a pony (Yeah!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, ride it like it's stolen Get lost in the night, I got the potion She just wanna play, I got the tokens Keep it short and sweet, don't sugarcoat it (That's right!) What happen when a nigga tryna flex? Coming at you all incorrect? I ain’t with that talk shit Or the bullshit, I’m on some boss shit (Yeah!) What happen when I gotta get the check? I dip to flex and step on your ribs and neck It’s Nyck, bitch, crisp like Winterfresh It's Beast Coast, one clan on different sets What happen when you gotta pipe it up? (Yah) Pull up, pop the trunk (Ayy) Glock 40, nigga's dome (What?) Man down, my nigga's up (Yuh) What happen when you going 730? (Yeah) Hands clean, weapon dirty Bullets fly like Testaverde Young Lords, man, we never worry What happens when you get a real nigga rockin' Hilfiger? With some trill niggas? With some grills, nigga? Yeah (Yeah!) What happens when you see a fake nigga rockin' Bapes, nigga? Get up out my face, give me space, nigga (Right!) What happen when you sex raw dawg? When it's all good, goes all wrong Nine months, no phone call "New baby born and it's all yours" Uhh, baby ma? She gon' have to prove it I had a rubber, I know I used it What happen when it goes all wrong? (Hey!) It all falls down, oh Lord (Oh Lord!) What happened next? I'm on the Maury show Shoe gang, Maury flow "2-12, you not the father" Same go for my niggas though (Yeah!) That Plan B save a nigga though That's what happen when you nutted in a ho (Ugh!) Wasn't even thinking, I was in it raw I was off the Henny, I was off the Mo' What happen when you a fly nigga? (Yah) New chains, wanna rob a nigga (Yah) I can't really split pie with niggas (Yah) I ain't really that type of nigga What you do when you don't like a nigga? Man, I'm the type to snipe a nigga I don't get how you fight with niggas We ain't acting all tight with niggas I swear to God, it's "night night" to niggas Would you ride without a license, nigga? Would you live with all your vices, nigga? Would you die with the ISIS, nigga? And if it came to it, would you slice a nigga? Fuck that, shit happens when you fight these niggas Chief a whole ounce, fucking spiteful niggas (Ugh!) Left me a lil' roach, got me tight, my nigga This what happens when your diamonds glistenin' Chrome thing, shiny pistol I lick it, twist it then I hit the swisher Kick her out, it's dismissal This what happens when you trippy, nigga Introvert, don't fuck with niggas Trippy flow, got kush to blow And she want the dick, she better hit the floor What happens when you get a real nigga rockin' Hilfiger With some trill niggas? With some grills, nigga? Yeah What happens when you see a fake nigga rockin' Bapes, nigga? Get up out my face, give me space, nigga Acid tabs, 100 micrograms Sleep is weak, I don't like the Xan (What happened to the shrooms?) Those got consumed (Bet you high as fuck) Dawg, I'm on the moon Zombies with me, we from the tombs One big room, full of mad goons Hella broads at the bar You actin' hard, get dealt with the squad This what happen when you unified From the land to the struggle, do or die Brooklyn ballers (Harlem fly) Always gotta hustle, fuck a 9 to 5 What happens when you get a real nigga rockin' Hilfiger With some trill niggas? With some grills, nigga? Yeah What happens when you see a fake nigga rockin' Bapes, nigga? Get up out my face, give me space, nigga

74 ContributorsWrong Lyrics La Musica de Harry Fraud I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong Father, please forgive us Couldn't tell the difference and it's on me (Woo!) I don't need to seek attention Just to keep these womens on me (Woo!) I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong (Yeah!) I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong (Woo!) I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong (Ayy!) I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong Fuckin' on that bitch and I know it's wrong Wifey walked in and she found that thong She talk to my dick like an intercom Then smoke that dick up just like it's a bong I ain't gon' lie, this the realest song Hit Ben Baller, get my glisten on Trap Lord been gettin' his ceiling on But I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong I know that it's wrong so the boy pray I speak to the Lord, don't ignore me White model bitch doin' cocaine Layin' her out in the hallway Double strappin' on a ratchet bitch So she don't take me to Maury Man I done lost me a classy bitch Fergie is learning the hard way You might also like Father please forgive us Couldn't tell the difference and it's on me (Woo!) I don't need to seek attention Just to keep these womens on me (Woo!) I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong (Yeah) I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong (Woo!) I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong (Uh) feel like I'm stuck in a maze (Yeah) My bitches lookin' amazed (Uh) Now she is goin' so crazy (Alright) She caught me cheatin' today Eyelashes all on my bed (Yeah) Texts I didn't erase (Uh) Now she comin' at my head (Yeah) Thought I'd never see the day (Uh) Shouldn't have never been with them other broads (Yeah) And now I left my girl with another scar (Alright) Sometimes I take advantage just 'cause I'm a star (That's right) I know it's wrong so I'm on my knees prayin' to God (Uh) Father, please forgive us Couldn't tell the difference and it's on me (Woo!) I don't need to seek attention Just to keep these womens on me (Woo!) I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong (Yeah!) I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong (Woo!) I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong I know it's wro-o-o-o-o-o-ong (Woo!) Woo! Yeah Woo! Uh Yeah! Woo! Woo! Uh

72 ContributorsYoung Nigga Living Lyrics Young wild nigga, I'm high as hell Break a whole pound down, smell the smell Word around town, they ringing bells All my niggas cracking, lock the shells Sweat pants on with the YSL Might go Dipset Pelle Pelle All white on, the light snow In the summertime my fly glow Some hate me, some love me though Bitches on the guest list at my shows In the mosh-pit throwing elbows Daydream of getting that Phantom Rolls Pour up, slow down, catch the flow Bum niggas want to steal my clothes Thirsty niggas want to fuck my hoes Run up on me meet the 44 Mobbing ten deep in the Tahoe Drug money, rap money, more dough Pops taught me 'bout the wrist game Rap don't work, flip cocaine Do it for the money, do it for the fame Don't love the hoes, let my bros run trains Puffing on gas, lighting up the flame City on my back like a campaign Cross-over, slammed, that LeBron James Peanut butter inside, wood grain Pull up on your block like a goblin All you see is guns, get to sparking Then the police get to chalking Dope in the car, no walk in Outbid a nigga, no bargain, nigga You might also like Young nigga living Young nigga living, fucking these bitches Niggas ain't made for the stone cold Niggas pull K's for the coco I'ma just blaze with the .44, stand back Blow haze in my low low, catch a fade then I go go Act right, then I fade to the slow-mo That's right got a pay for the po-po On the West got the drank for the low low Bounce in my low low, vision like a GoPro Down Melrose, got about twelve hoes In the Valley, I got about twelve more Two twelve in the pell, give em' hell Like you came from the twelfth floor Got the bell, get the bands like a billfold Where they at? Man I'm strapped like Velcro Where I'm at I'ma bad in the hell hole Where it's at matter fact who the hell knows It's a fact that I rap and I move O's Then the Act got me slapped, man I'm too slow Then I'm trapped in a trap turn the two door Porsche 9-1-1, shit too cold Man I'm one then I'm done then it's new coach Man 9-1-1, we don't do those Young nigga living, young nigga living, fuckin' these bitches Young nigga living, young nigga living, handle my business Young nigga living, young nigga living, gettin' this chicken Young nigga living, young nigga living, four that I'm sipping Young nigga living, young nigga living, young nigga living Young nigga living, young nigga living, fuckin' these bitches Young nigga living, young nigga living, handle my business Young nigga living, young nigga living, gettin' this chicken Life's so hard R.I.P. Grandma These cops play different Every corner got a camera I swear the game got a cancer These lil' niggas bust a hammer With bitch made tendencies Make 'em wanna give they man up Ain't about gang bangers or color bandannas Or holding your fist up and repping The Panthers See Willie still Lynching they want us to hang us Game is still pimping adapted the changes I'll take your 360, work off your anus Shit on these niggas, like you constipated See that's what I did and momma I made it But I'm gone out my mind and my point is vacated I can't take this world, ain't got the patience Years of oppression, I'm feeling violated And that's why my niggas be highly sedated Addicted to money and driving new Ranges Gone off the lean, want to stay faded They can't even drink 'cause their life is so jaded I want to be clean but the water is so tainted Ain't it? Young nigga living, young nigga living, fuckin' these bitches Young nigga living, young nigga living, handle my business Young nigga living, young nigga living, gettin' this chicken Young nigga living, young nigga living, four that I'm sipping Young nigga living, young nigga living, young nigga living Young nigga living, young nigga living, fuckin' these bitches Young nigga living, young nigga living, handle my business Young nigga living, young nigga living, gettin' this chicken

66 ContributorsFull Metal Jacket Lyrics Yeah, yeah Uh A$AP! Guess who just came up? From the land of milk and honey, where the thing bust Spray the Mac-11 'til a nigga sprang up And it's snakes in the grass but the bitch ain't cut That lean and that Tussin be up in my cup Slanging that drugs, there's no stretching no cut Four gold chains, same color was the slugs And a chain with a plate saying, "Don't give a fuck" I be on that block, be on that stoop Tryna get cash for the coop Get cash for the coop, got Da$h in the loop Might spaz on your troop, cause that's what I do More fashionable with a bad bitch or two All of my tools, all of my jewels Man, I'm awfully cool, all of these dudes Watching all of our moves, I'm offing these fools Henny in my cup, half a blunt in my jaws Said fuck court, now I'm running from the law Paid the attorney, I give a fuck about the charge Think the ho's Matlock, way to get a nigga off Feeling like Kurt Cobain, black bitch love cocaine Learn my tricks from the dope game Young and high die tryna get rich R. Kelly really think that I can fly in this bitch? You might also like Blow in her nose got crack on the stove House full of girls, who know my flow Real-ass nigga keep the burner in my draws Pussy-ass niggas get the full clip y'all Rich-ass nigga house got eight dogs Two times four broads, that's eight broads Fly young nigga with the Black Scale on She loving my music, she singing my songs Bang 'em, get Halle Berry when I spray 'em Dump 'em in the garbage, I would "Losing Issiah" 'em Ah, damn, Young Fergie turn into a satan Got you laying dead, mothafucka, better saie your prayers AK 'em, brrrr in that dirt you be laying Mama gon' be crying, won't you hear that preacher singing He be singing like, "Welcome to the crossroads" Bang 'em, pull the trigger, middle finger when you hear them shots spraying Just bought new shoes, that's Prada New crib out in Cali smoking maui With my niggas, like I oughta, A$AP 'member that Now my niggas 'bout to blow, like propane Yeah, I talk about Raf like I talk about rap But it's only cause I'm flossing, take it up another notch See they like our sound, it's so amazing They say it costs to be the boss We done earned our spot, y'all niggas tryna take it Jock a little bit of steez from the set But it's cool, probably thought I wouldn't say shit It's a recession in the hood, I ain't going back home Every dollar, I'mma make it Won't stop 'til we ball like the Lakers, bitch

58 ContributorsPlease Shut Up Lyrics Damn it, Franchise, you did it again Yeah, yeah, yo Ya know, new wave New wave, nigga about to cap 'em Yeah, ayy, uh Please shut up, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, ooh, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, ooh, please shut up, ayy Yeen ain't sayin' nothing, damn sure not money, ayy Sick ass niggas, they finna vomit, hey Please shut up (Uh), please shut up (Uh) Please shut up (Uh), please shut up (Uh) Living room, full of way too many valuables Old miss bad and boujee attitude like she from Baton Rouge After school, made some revenue off that avenue Not a morning person, can I hit it in the afternoon? (In the morning) Woke up feelin' like the man, either Prada or the Vans Make ya choose up on ya man, interceptin' all the plans Benz truck, please shut up VS'd up, teeth glitz'd up You might also like Please shut up, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, ooh, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, ooh, please shut up Gucci Mane and A$AP Rocky, I got such a rocky wrist (Burr) I was being humble, I'm back on my cocky shit (Burr) She was being stuck up, now she onto jockin' shit (Huh) I was at the bottom, but now on top of the list (Gucci) From Harlem to the 6, let the ballers in this bitch How you in the strip club ain't throwing dollars in this bitch? See, we rollin' in money, and the dash do two hundred Baby, shut the fuck up and you can have you some hundreds Please shut up, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, ooh, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, ooh, please shut up, ayy Yeen ain't sayin' nothing, damn sure not money, ayy Sick ass niggas, they finna vomit, hey Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Uh, shut up, ayy, uh, shut up, ayy I'm flexin' round this bitch I used to fuck though 7-7-7, hit my luck up Gave you all this time, nigga what's up? Hey, walk with friends tryin' to indict me Damn, I wipe my hands off with lightnin' Ayy, lame ass nigga just sight-seein' AK got a scope, hey, when I'm sniping, whoa Please shut up, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, ooh, please shut up, ayy Please shut up, ooh, please shut up, ayy Yeen ain't sayin' nothing, damn sure not money, ayy Sick ass niggas, they finna vomit, hey Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Uh, shut up, ayy, uh, shut up, ayy Uh, shut up, ayy, uh, shut up, ayy Uh, shut up, ayy, uh, shut up, ayy Uh, shut up, ayy, uh, shut up, ayy

49 ContributorsBYF Lyrics I just, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I just) I just, I, I, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I) And I, and I- menage with me and your girlfriend This new sensation won't feel the same again Trying to fuck you and your friend shawty Trying to put a dick in your bitch, I'm sorry Care about the bitch, pass that to Carti Playing with the money like the game Atari Might go to Saks Fifth, might go to Barney's MarGielaa, on me looking so clean Young nigga clean like Listerine Got a new shawty from the Philippines Riding real slow, still getting this dough Celine on my Oscars 'cause I gotta stay low Smoking on Fronto, you're still smoking dro Feel on the girls in the Uber Tahoe When I pull up it's a car show Neon lights, my car glow Big bank like Wells Fargo Trying to get a Murcielago You might also like I just, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I just) I just, I, I, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I) And I, and I- menage with me and your girlfriend This new sensation won't feel the same again I just wanna be your friend Come through, we could count hundreds, no 10s Come chill with MarGielaa man What you wanna ride? Got a Bentley in the back Ayy, baby in a Benz now Now she wanna pull up in a Phantom Back on Ever since she don't gotta stress Blue bills in my pocket Benjamins Diamonds on my wrist, shine glistening You came with the shawty in the rented whip I fucked up my shawty in expensive shit Buy her anything she need Fly her out to Germany She post pictures I retweet Give her shit she never seen, ayy I just, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I just) I just, I, I, I just wanna be your friend (I just, I) And I, and I- menage with me and your girlfriend This new sensation won't feel the same again

49 ContributorsWay Hii Lyrics Said she in love with cocaina, love to sniff it, my nig' Gave her drops of LSD, and now she trippy, my nig' Told her if she get with me, I'll live life different, my nig' I'm official, ya dig? Come get with me, lil' bitch Way high, way high, way high Way high, way high Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high Stay high, stay high, stay high Way high, way high, way high Way high, way high Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high Stay high, stay high, stay high It ain't hard to tell what the fuck I'm on Every verse I have, every hook is on Plenty women 'round me with nothing on Bad bitches only thing into my arms Floating as you rolling, smoking on this potent Baby say she want a line, I gave her purple potion Now I'm 'bout to go in, got her body soaking Stroke it 'til the morning, well, I can't forget the Trojan You might also like Way high, way high, way high Way high, way high Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high Stay high, stay high, stay high Way high, way high, way high Way high, way high Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high Stay high, stay high, stay high Said she in love with cocaina, love to sniff it, my nig' Gave her drops of LSD, now she trippy, my nig' Told if she get with me, I'll live life different, my nig' I'm official, ya dig? Come get with me, lil' bitch This is how it goes Niggas sleepy high, wake up stoned Clique up with my bros Nigga, hit my line with my phone Hop in the whip and I roll Getting these women, just giving them dick, that's for sho Niggas is talking, we living it though Finna' pull up in this bitch in my robe Cozy Boyz sprinter on tour, fill it with hoes They don't want drama, they gon' get exposed My new bitch don't model, we drink out the bottle Be so high, you probably think our eyes closed Yo Wiz, man this shit finna' go She in love with the coke and I'm sipping the fo' Sniffing lines off my dick, puttin' the tip of my dick in her nose, oh Whoa, where did we go? Got my own papers, I don't got to send you to the store Got a bitch who stash my weed and got another one to roll Got a bitch from Instagram who want to fuck me on the low First I slide up in them DMs then I slip into her throat We stick to the code Way high, way high, way high Way high, way high Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high Stay high, stay high, stay high Way high, way high, way high Way high, way high Every day we stay high, stay high, stay high Stay high, stay high, stay high It ain't hard to tell what the fuck I'm on Every verse a half, every hook is on Plenty women 'round me with nothing on Bad bitches only thing into my arms

62 ContributorsFYBR (First Year Being Rich) Lyrics Yeah, yeah First year being rich, I'm 'bout to cop a house on Riverside Checkin' off my list, I buy a boat, I put your crib inside Mental need a fix, I'm feeling broken since my nigga died Multiply my chips, I'm losing count, it's hard to memorize Boost the economy, dollar for dollar, I gotta be Lit up my neck, hit the lottery Did it for Prodigy, wilding in Prada, old Wallabee Worth in my mind and my prophecy Coppin these properties, came with a bank and monopoly Just bought estate in the colony Bankin' a shot off the balcony, Mob with the Infantry Rich what I gotta be, nigga Movin' stories and walkin' through the clouded room Not the first time being rich, not the first time seeing shit Made a promise I ain't going back to bein' broke First year being rich, went and copped me a brick (Brick, brick, brick!) Niggas hittin' bricks, then they shittin' bricks Fuck your hit and miss, niggas missing hits Illegitimate at hitting licks Gold neck full of hidden gems, in the gym, like I'm gettin' ripped My rhetoric, nigga, let it drip, a half a billion by 36 You might also like Top of the year was broke (Cash out) Done been had lint in my pocket (Uh) Now I'm plugged like a socket (Huh), bankrolls in my pocket (Cash out) Paypal was on zero, now I'm counting more zeros Bank account lookin' like Cheerios (Huh) With a Mob-like Robert De Niro (Baow) Had to learn 'bout grind and patience Took my moms on a trip to Jamaica I thought I wasn't gon' make it (Huh), I was so impatient (Ayy) Stressed out, my head was aching (Ayy), now my palms be itchin' Now these bitches trippin', now my bank be drippin' Last year I was broke, I ain't goin' back to shit (Yeah) This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Right) Niggas give me dap and these hoes gon' show me love (Yeah) I remember what it was, I remember what it was (Alright) This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Yeah) This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Right) This my first year being rich (Right), this my first year being rich (Right) This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich, okay (Coo-coo, yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh She want to rock with the man She want to hop in the Lamb', rock with the band She wanna rock with the gang (Rock with the gang) Ooh, pop a lil' band Ooh, I got mo' bands than yo' man (I got mo' bands than yo' man) Started from pots and pans to all of these fans And all these hoes in my pants, ooh, ooh (All of these, all of these, all of these) I walk in that bih', I don't dance, ooh She drippin', lil' bitch, she don't dance, ooh (Yeah) Holdin' my dick with no hands, ooh Right She coolin' me off with no fan, ooh Free my lil' guy in the jam, ooh (Alright) I keep a drum like a band, ooh We robbin these niggas, no change, ooh (Coo-coo, yeah) Then I take that to the floor, ooh I'm already rich but I feel like I'm broke (Alright) Huh, nigga, you know (Yeah) If I go broke, I'ma cop me a O (Alright) Yeah, buyin' my uncle a stove Whippin', whippin', whippin' real hard (Right) Teenage whippin' like he Betty Crocker (Right) She eat the dick up, she the headdie mobster (Right) When the strippers on me, throw confetti dollars (That's right) When I touch a billion, that's when I'm rich Stackin' my money, you not with the shits (Yeah) Hundred on the Rollie and my mom got the crib They callin' me Tookie, Ice bluer than a Crip (Alright) Put the hammer in the Benz cause I'm too legit to quit (Yeah) Addy caught me chillin' on the Audi with a bitch Call me Niggarace, each finger, it glists You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this, blaow!

55 ContributorsRunner Lyrics That, that, that, that, th-that be Maaly Raw Yeah, um, I just be stackin' my money I just be countin' my money (Goddamn) Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds Somebody show my opponents Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday I put that dick in her stomach Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, most of you niggas be funny Only talk to me 'bout money Yeah, smile with my grin, now it's sunny Smile with my grin, now it's sunny Ayy, nowadays I'm gettin' money Eatin' my eggs little runny Ayy, nowadays I'm takin' xannys That shit turned me to a junkie Yeah, I fucked your bitch She sucked my dick and that ho got a donkey Ayy, if you fight me and beat me Pussy nigga better off me Yeah, choppers, they come with the stick Put your ass right in the coffin Yeah, better yet come with your clip Hit your stomach, now you nauseous Fuckin' your bitch, I'm a boss Usin' my defense, go straight through an offense Diamonds so heavy on teeth 'Cause I swear to God I don't do the talkin' Raf Simons heavy on feet 'Cause I swear to God I don't do the walkin' Smokin' this gas, I can't breathe That's the reason a lil' nigga keep coughin' (Yeah, coughin') Yeah I'm takin' these Xans, I can't see But it's still Cartier right when I'm stoppin' You might also like Yeah, um, I just be stackin' my money I just be countin' my money (Goddamn) Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds Somebody show my opponents Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday I put that dick in her stomach Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, most of you niggas be funny Only talk to me 'bout money Turned that bitch straight to a runner Turned that bitch straight to a runner Takin' a flight to London Takin' a flight to London Turned that bitch straight to a runner Turned that bitch straight to a runner Takin' a flight to London Takin' a flight to London Dump at you more than Count Dracula Callin' my style spectacular Suckin' me off like Dracula D magic are like abracadabra Walk in the spot and I set that bitch off Coppin' that Ricky, don’t care what the cost I hear you niggas, you takin' the sauce Cash money on me, my diamonds go bling Been rockin' designer I've been rockin' designer Damn, Acne jean jacket Yeah, with the Rick Owens to match, I'm fly Yeah, um, pull out that MAC Um, if you gon' pull on my racks Whippin' that shit and I whip in that shit And I stay in the trap Yeah, um, I just be stackin' my money I just be countin' my money (Goddamn) Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds Somebody show my opponents Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday I put that dick in her stomach Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, most of you niggas be funny Only talk to me 'bout money

60 ContributorsXscape Lyrics I'm feelin' like Puff back in '98 Bad Boy here, boost the crime rate My hand good but the nine great Fuck the law, nigga, crime pays Can't tax dirty money Thank the Lord for dirty money Man, I used to be dead broke Now my bank full of dead folks Get the Benjis for my brothers Grants for the bills and the Jacksons to my mother Momma love kept me so clean And I got it with the dope fiends Now I'm tryna get my dough clean Hoes scream when they get a glimpse of the whole team In that Velour VLONE A Nutcracker at the kingdom "Work" banging on my ringtone Whole team getting dough, she ain't even know It's the year of that A$AP Niggas slept on us now it's time for that payback It's mad stress round here Got my bulletproof vest and my Tec round here I just wanna get away But I can't get away It's mad stress round here Got my bulletproof vest and my Tec round here I just wanna get away But I can't get away You might also like It's like my back's against the wall See a nigga want it all, run the game with my dogs See they praying that I fall Another mural on the wall, front page of the Source A blood stain on the floor Another black boy lost, left slain in the Porsche Man, they killed my nigga Stack B I'm yelling, free my nigga Max B Man, they killed that boy Trayvon I got the right to carry firearms Bill of Rights, I know my shit Bunch of books and some loaded clips, tell the law "Suck my dick" Free my nigga S-1 And Remy too, for them two I'm a wreck, son Light somethin', know a nigga stressed Know a nigga blessed, gotta get this shit up off my chest Fuck the rest, 'cause when sun is set I'ma burn in that, then kill some clowns with my loaded Tec Trigger happy, nigga nappy head peasy Motherfucker, be easy motherfucker, ha It's mad stress round here Got my bulletproof vest and my Tec round here I just wanna get away But I can't get away It's mad stress round here Got my bulletproof vest and my Tec round here I just wanna get away But I can't get away I just wanna get away But I can't get away It's mad stress round here But I can't get away It's mad stress round here Got my bulletproof vest and my Tec round here I just wanna get away But I can't get away There's no way out There's no way out There's no way out Wanna get away But I can't get away

57 ContributorsGotham City Lyrics Point 'em out, where he at? Chrome nine, point the MAC Sit him down in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go "B'lat!" A$AP where it's at Real niggas, all black, sip lean, so relax Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go "B'lat!" A$AP where it's at Real niggas, all black, Cozy Boys, so relax Young Trap Lord, dime of the purp Ride or die boy, nigga get murked Pull a nine boy, play with the dirt Laying on who sleep in the earth She feel on my clothes, she lifting her skirt She say she love coke, she sniffin the work Semi-auto Tec, guns go flur Bang, bang-bang and another one squirt Givenchy my body, Ksubi my colleagues Versace, my eyelids, but it Yves Saint-Laurent me Twelvyy in Huraches, and Margiela on Rocky Yohji Yamamoto for Ty Nast and Ty Beats Fuck bitches that's on me, wack bitches move kindly Last niggas of a dying breed, yeah me, myself, and Irene Niggas hear them sirens when that four-fif' and that nine squeeze China bitch sip sake, while I chop that ass with that Tommy You might also like Point 'em out, where he at? Chrome nine, point the MAC Sit him down in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go "B'lat!" A$AP where it's at Real niggas, all black, sip lean, so relax Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go "B'lat!" A$AP where it's at Real niggas, all black, Cozy Boys, so relax We all want that Meech money, gold grill make ya speak funny My eyes open cause the streets hungry A New Jack fuckin' Gee money Niggas dead over sneak money, shit ain't sweet, honey The streets love me, white Airs and a peach rugby I go hard cause them niggas thought the least of me I'm in the hell yeah that bitch made a beast of me Hold your crib, while your bitch make a feast of me I'm a greedy nigga stuffin' my face Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches, yeah, them stuck in my ways 'bout to turn 23 but I give zero fucks Niggas wanna sign me, tell them niggas zero up, wassup Point 'em out, where he at? Chrome nine, point the MAC Sit him down in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go "B'lat!" A$AP where it's at Real niggas, all black, sip lean, so relax Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go "B'lat!" A$AP where it's at Real niggas, all black, Cozy Boys, so relax It's a pistol poppin' business nigga mind ya own Expensive taste in guns, shorty's coppin' chrome I'm in love with a chopper dog, hit 'em, get 'em, split 'em Turn a fuck nigga into a bowl of pasta dog, I'm not at all A nigga to be fucked with, shorty got the hammer, niggas can't touch this Moms got the biscuit, dad own a musket, gone off a substance Middle finger up to the bitch who would fuck shit Living in a world where young niggas run shit All over something, but it's really nothing Go on with the fuck shit, young niggas run this all Point 'em out, where he at? Chrome nine, point the MAC Sit him down in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go "B'lat!" A$AP where it's at Real niggas, all black, sip lean, so relax Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go "B'lat!" A$AP where it's at Real niggas, all black, Cozy Boys, so relax

52 ContributorsCoziest Lyrics I ain't no joke, yeah, I ain't half-steppin', hey Gotta keep a weapon, hey, why you asking questions? Say You an adolescent, yeah, I'm a bigger homie, yeah Keep the trigger on me, yeah, keep the figures on me, yeah Feel like Jason Figgis, hey, all the crazy niggas, hey (Oh) Goin' crazy brazy, hey, product of the 80s, say Pulled up in a Phantom, hey, pulled up in a Vincent, yeah All the bitches dancing, yeah, all my diamonds dancing, yeah (Oh) All my hoes here, 'kay, pull up over there, yeah Probably pop a bottle, shit, probably pop a model, yeah (Oh) How a nigga do it? Yeah, we ain't new to this, yeah We just true to this, hey, bitches want the kiss, yeah I'm the coziest, staying Coogi down to the socks (To the socks) Where your homies went? Niggas probably buying back the block (Oh) Bring a hundred in, talkin' 'bout we buying up the stocks (Oh) Call the homies up, count it up, we load it to the dock (To the dock) I'm the coziest, they ain't Coogi down to the socks (To the socks) Where your homies went? Niggas probably buying back the block (Oh) Bring a hundred in, talkin' 'bout we buying up the stocks (Oh) Call the homies up, count it up and load it to the dock (To the dock) Mix Egyptian cotton with the Murakami Arcade in my kitchen, TVs in my lobby Got a dozen sections, buyin' 'em all projections Cozy boy be flexing, I ain't never resting Always at my leisure, crib got special features Everywhere a station, everywhere a speaker Spacious so exquisite, TP with the heater Treehouse on the roof, I gotta take a breather You might also like I'm the coziest, staying Coogi down to the socks (To the socks) Where your homies went? Niggas probably buying back the block (Oh) Bring a hundred in, talkin' 'bout we buying up the stocks (Oh) Call the homies up, count it up, we load it to the dock (To the dock) I'm the coziest, they ain't Coogi down to the socks (To the socks) Where your homies went? Niggas probably buying back the block (Oh) Bring a hundred in, talkin' 'bout we buying up the stocks (Oh) Call the homies up, count it up and load it to the dock (To the dock) All I count is hunnids, yeah, all I see is green, huh It's the money saying, life is but a dream All I count is hunnids, yeah, all I want is hunnids, yeah All I see is green, did it for my team I'm the coziest, staying Coogi down to the socks (To the socks) Where your homies went? Niggas probably buying back the block (Oh) Bring a hundred in, talkin' 'bout we buying up the stocks (Oh) Call the homies up, count it up, we load it to the dock (To the dock) I'm the coziest, they ain't Coogi down to the socks (To the socks) Where your homies went? Niggas probably buying back the block (Oh) Bring a hundred in, talkin' 'bout we buying up the stocks (Oh) Call the homies up, count it up and load it to the dock (To the dock)

35 ContributorsBangin’ on Waxx Lyrics She love me, I'm a thug Yeah, it's that mothafuckin' Ferg Sipping that Persian wine Egyptian god, Dark Caesar line Talk to me nice or don’t talk to me at all, big money shit All of these bitches is on me All of my bitches is rocking Devoni Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all This that fucking nigga, Fergen-stein And I’m finna shine, cause a nigga on his grind Sipping that lean and I'm finna lose my fucking mind Kissing codeine and I fucking commit crime, see ya hear me? Niggas know with me! Bobby, Whitney, spit that crack Got that Mac, in the back of the Acura black As matter of fact, get them facts, right Coming through with the fucking gun or the knife Do you want your wife, do you want your life, tell me nigga And I got that heater, you know that Tommy Hilfiger You might also like Ty Beats the God, A$AP Ferg the God, we A$AP Talk to me nice or don’t talk to me at all, big money Herringbone on my neck, bulletproof my vest Shorty get in my Lex, she about to give me sex Cause of my Rolex, giving me dope neck Back to the studio, now she fucking the whole clique Nasty baby, nigga crack in the sock, 90's nigga, uh What a mothafuckin' day Nasty back and I'm strapped with that mothafuckin' AK Got this crack up in my, sock And these coppers on my dick, they tryna catch me on the fucking block Rat-tat-tat when I squirt I don't give a damn about your life so I'mma lay you in this fucking dirt Now get in my hearse, should have got him a purse, niggas is pussy I said it don't push me, I’m all on my grind and they can’t overlook me I style in my Stussy, hoes wanna do he Like him in a Ksubi, come get at this coochie, I'm smelling like "ooo wee" Rubbing your booty while I'm smoking a loosie in my jacuzzi I told that bitch, if you feel it, might be woozie, come and see me I can hit it in a, in a movie, then I'm leaving Out to my city, where I be breezing, I come through sneezing Up on that track just how I do it, I'm speaking the fluent You talking that shit, I’m one of the new kids, just spitting up fluid, bitch

78 ContributorsNasty’s World Lyrics Fuck that bitch she's type scandalous anyways Ain't nobody got time for her That bitch's breath stinks and you know her pussy stinks (That ass is fat) No, what we doing back there Yo, Carti, I bet you ate that bitch out two weeks ago (Say what noooo he wasn't ready) No, Keisha told me that, but I didn't believe it Now I believe it, that bitch house smell like piss I heard! Let's go to the Bronx though, I got these bitches, real talk Flacko's not coming bro Let's gon' go to the Bronx bro We gon' take a Snapchat, he gon' fuck with it Let's go to Dyckman and fuck with the hoes It's time to get live, live, live like a wire Time to get live, live, live, live like a wire It's time to get live, live, live like a wire Time to get live, live, live, live like a wire Check it out, yo, yo-yo, numero uno I'm big dog Cujo, slamming rappers like a sumo Just bought a two do', I'm one nigga macking two hoes My style too cold, the wild child, but who are you though? I'm kung-fu flow, the gangsta corny like that movie Juno And fuck your vest my gun shoots through those Shoot up your funeral, then leave out screaming “Kudos!” But keep it cool though, the messy ones We don't do those, but you know the Mob major Niggas hate us, they bitches want to date us We keep their pussy wet and see em' later The whole style made up and yo for real though You can't faze us, yo keep it real son, we too playa Can't even say much, my live wire'll burn your place up I tell you straight up, I'm hardcore go get your weight up You might also like It's time to get live, live, live like a wire Time to get live, live, live, live like a wire It's time to get live, live, live like a wire Time to get live, live, live, live like a wire I'm past the focus, I'm in my zone, fuck who hasn't noticed Hoes ain't like me, said I'm ugly, now they acting open Pussy soaking, I pimp the hoes like my name's Goldie The name's Nasty, yeah. Your freak know me I beat the box, leave that thing swollen Cruise through my city with my hammer loaded The pigs annoying like the sound of locusts I style wild plus my rhymes the dopest My squad the best, a bunch of lyrical soldiers Just Roc-A-Fella, Hov-a-sclupture We drink Henny like soda, reject chicks like “hold-up!” And know the game like we 'ppose to Our lives are like a roller coaster The ups and downs keep my fam closer No sneak attacks, these niggas can't approach us Damn jokers, we stack chips And keep the heat for vultures That anyday could try to run up on us, uh It's time to get live, live, live like a wire Time to get live, live, live, live like a wire It's time to get live, live, live like a wire Time to get live, live, live, live like a wire

42 Contributors2013 BET Hip Hop Awards - A$AP Mob Cypher Lyrics My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) It ah ring? It ah ring A little Fergenstein with a little Shabba Ranks A train of Jamaican girls that love the Cuban links Got 'em wining like Lil Kim in bikini minks No Limit soldier with a bunch of little tanks Hit 'em where it hurts, make them dudes feel the pain Blood stain on what remains for two gold chains White gold on my gums like cocaine 'Rari and Jaguar switching four lanes Top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thang" My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) I bet the lord never worries, couple niggas buried See the good die young, gun shots then it's bury So I'm off in a hurry, I ain't forcing no jury To convince me, trill shit, I'm trying to stay big free Got a budget for the lawyer, risk my freedom on the corner It ain't worth it, making history is more important My thoughts are soaring, smoking power, Mighty Morphin Trip to Fiji in the morning, getting jiggy with a foreign Look I just finished touring, Worldwide residential It all started with a pencil, now my suite presidential Laid up with a bad chick, that never had shit Hold diamonds and guns, you think I'm mad rich You might also like My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) From a crack hole down in hells gate To a new breath of air and a brighter day It's a lighter way, I feel good enough To buy a bunch of real estate, move my mother out her space Why? Cause it's the new power anthem And nigga, we the new black panthers Get your hands up, we in it for the ransom Money, power, respect: LOX gave us the answer New World Order say Always Strive and Prosper I know God is watching over me, wash away my sins Now I'm in this bitch a longer stay, A$AP nigga Tell my cousin that I'm on my way, in a hurry Fuck a hater, I just gotta tie my waist My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) City on my back like I run a campaign Baltimore USA, that's my domain Used to sip mad dog, now it's champagne Used to rock the bus, now I catch a damn plane Got a white chick who love cocaine Chill with filled with a young boys pain Rob anybody that got a gold chain From Baltimore where you here the shots rang Peanut butter insides be the wood grain Pull up in an all white paints #Balmain 'bout to blow like nitro, propane already My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) I wrote this shit in business class, give me jet lag This for years of oppressions and the set backs This for chinks, niggas, jews and the wet backs Crackers towel heads and I can't forget the les, drags This is Huey Newton with the uzi shooting The trill Martin Luther fin to spark the ruger Malcolm X's muslim army marching to ya block Bring the chopper to your preacher's screaming hallejuehah! Dear Mr. President, I'm the shit Hello, White America, suck my dick They say Lords Never Worry, no hope for the kids Young blood was a thug caught slugs from a crip My father, our father, God father Glocks in the air, HiiiPower This is Kendrick off a visit Jimi's watch tower A longer, seems like Martin dreaming for the longest My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd)

48 ContributorsBlack Card Lyrics Uh, black card, black card Black card, uh, uh, uh Black card, black card Black card, black card, drivin' foreigns like a NASCAR Dumb ops, drop top, pull up on you, let it pop out Got all these O's in my bank account I got Rocky with me, we be ballin' out I got VLONE on me when I'm poppin' out Don't come through talkin' high how you in my town New whip, new chick on the 9 where they kill shit All black, it's going ham, I'm getting fly, as they swiping shit I just dropped a rack for these Balmains (Swipe swipe) And I hit a lick and I flew right to L.A (Swipe swipe) Switching lanes with the gang do it all day On the block where they trappin' the hard way .40 shots, brain pop, all up on you with like 50 Glocks My whip, two grips, drive-by, empty out a clip Black card, black car, drivin' foreigns like a NASCAR Dumb ops, drop top, pull up on you, let it pop out Black cops, black SWATs, black Glocks, bad blocks Black thots, ass shots, fat twats, black box Mash box, pass ops, ragtops, bad drops Black hat, black plaques, flat tops, dreadlocks High tops, red dots, black hole, headshots Dot dots, last stop, last call, last shots Black card, black card Fuck boy, act hard, black heart, that part You might also like[Chorus: Smooky Margielaa & A$AP Rocky, A$AP Rocky & Smooky Margielaa] Black card, black card, black card, black card Black card, black card, black card, black card You could tell I run the business Broke nigga mind ya business (Mind ya business) Man, I spend with no limits Y'all just started what we finish Black card, black card, black card, black card Black card, black card, black card, black card Black American Express, black man tryna flex All black when I dress (Black card say it less)

26 ContributorsFunkmaster Flex Freestyle (2014) Lyrics Look, I’m out for presidents that represent me Benz and Bentley, head from Lindsey Like Lohan, nigga evidently The hoes in every city, hella swift Once had a bad yellow bitch Let her strip, life ain’t been the same ever since The oddball in a room full of elephants My elegance take me to them other elements With jew and jewels, a chain full of evidence My jewelry is my jury and my face got embezzlement Motherfuckin’ syndicate, delicate, intelligence Connected out to the Netherlands My music goes out and moves predicates So mommy, tell a friends and tell a friend Run and tell a friend and tell a friend Email me to tell a friend That crack I got will sell gain Swear this purple lean is like my medicine Could probably roll some weed and we the best of friends Probably go to places that I never been I heard that voice up in my head again, represent Yo, ayo, I’m passing focus I’m in my zone, fuck who haven’t noticed Hoes ain’t like me, said I’m ugly, now they actin’ open Pussy soakin’ I pimp that hoe like my name Goldie The name’s Nasty, yeah, Your freak know me I beat the box, leave that thing swollen Peace to my city with my hammer loaded Pigs annoying like the sound of locusts I style wild plus my rhymes the dopest My squad’s the best, a bunch of lyrical soldiers Rock a fella, Hova’s culture We drink Henny like soda, reject chicks like “hold up” And know the game like we supposed to Our lives are like the rollercoaster The up’s and down’s keep my fam closer No sneak attacks, these niggas can’t approach us Damn jokers, we stack chips to keep the heat from vultures That any day could try to run up on us, Mob life You might also like Mob Life, A$AP Mob life I fuck a mob wife I did it twice yeah I’m trife I don’t give a fuck I kill a nigga do life do life twice you Do 2pac like I roll dice Put your life on the line, bet it nigga I dead it Who said it they don’t want it with niggas who set the game Fuck that I don’t even need a chain I get bitches off the game, or the swagger In the lyrics you couldn't hear it my shit exquisite I’m in the… (ugh) When I flow it, I keep it going, he got the pink bucket Like fuck it I gotta tell her suck it She ain’t never do it her man coming, and now she ducking Now I’m in the truckin’ and we in the beamer, couldn’t see him When he coming through gleamin’ because I got this bitch named Tima And she gave me her number last summer frontin on a nigga Now I got a number one song she running to a nigga, fuck that Oh, you talkin’ about Tima, riding in the beamer? (yeah) And the sneakers was looking cleaner now they all on lean up Now I’m tipping lean up now I’m on the clean-up ‘Cause I’m cleaning all these rappers, niggas know I’m in this Going to the cleaners with the Beamer ‘cause I got that new Versace shit Now my shit is cleaner and I’m chilling with Flex And your bitch give me sex, and she give me the next When I’m grabbing her text, ‘Cause I got the tech with the vest And you shooting at your neck, nigga you about to get it next I'm so bomb, Flex drop one Fuck that, hella hoes, Flex we got one Yo, I might be like 2Pac’s son I pop one, fuck that take it to Queens I pop them Fuck that got a shotgun, Glock Glock, pull it Fuck that, you couldn’t see these, ra-ra, bullets Ra-ta-ta-ta, Ra-ta-ta-ta, nigga fu-fu shit Fuck that I come through with that exclusive new shit You on that FUBU shit, I’m I got a new boo shit I don’t give a fuck I’m on that red shit, that blue shit That white, black shit you act quick Get smacked quick, I don’t give a fuck i rap until I got chapped lips I keep chapstick my flow make you do black flips I act sick, you act sick? I pack six Guns, triggers, niggas, couldn’t fuck with us Tommy Hilfiger, we brought it back, all of that Starter caps and we got the naughty shorties They love it, coming in the club with forties Like, we couldn’t afford these Motherfuckin’ wine and champagne bottles Is you out your fuckin’ mind? I could save a dime, a hundred times If I pop it like I’m fuckin’ balling But I ain’t, I’m shot calling Who coming home? Yo, yo, when you getting slow bucks they come at your name And I come off flipping like Flex and Dame Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame And that bitch gave me the ass, she gave me the brain Until 50 cent run up and take your chain He ain’t gonna do that to me ‘cause I got that thing Oh shit, I heard he with the G-Unit gang Ay, but we with that A$AP MOB Shout outs to Slow Bucks That’s my nigga, he know its love I give no fucks I know this bitch named Simmy she gives me slow fucks You know I gave about four bucks ‘Cause she a known hoe, but you know, keep that on the low though I walk down yellow brick like Toto I got a four do’, ruby slippers, I got my bitch with her She got a bitch Suzie with her And you know I did it in the Jacuzzi And you remember them bitch from back in the day With the finger waves? You talking about Suzie, in the Jacuzzi? Wearing Gucci? She got the fat coochie With the big ass booty? (uh huh) I remember that shorty She was drinking a forty and she was acting naughty Yeah, I like to get up in the red though And she liked my clothes and she liked my earlobes Yeah though, but you know, she likes to fuck with the weirdos We don’t do those, I’m a werewolf, we don’t wear those I like the bitches, the birds, I flock ‘em, I’m a scarecrow Flacko be the name, yeah ho, fuck that shit it’s my year though Nast what you said, remember the bitch that would give… We shot but we don’t ever hear though I’m here but I’m not like air though I put the shot to your earlobe Yo Nasty style, nasty baby, and I’m wild Who that? That’s the kid, go ask about him Hold up, niggas throw...from the bottom Fuck that... I got one question, while you flowing Flex been doing this for years so he knowing We got it open and you know this shit clean Ayo, Flex you a vet, can I get a sixteen? What’s popping man? Let me hear something Drop a bomb for the town nigga (I don’t even have a ten or a twelve) I’m out for presidents who represent me I’m hardcore buzzing, ain’t got time for stunting Ain’t got time for nothing, I’m that new era quit your speculation boy That’s nasty baby, now he crazy, like , who fucking with the boy? Super lowed out, I had my team, my sneaks, my jeans and all that Perform in all black, your bitch is wet like where her draws at? I’ve had in all that, I’ve fucked her once and never call back Can’t trust these dusty bitches on my ballsack Fuck with the door cracked, you clowns can hate or get your skull cracked When I be wasted, taking blunts of Cali’s finest took each to the face I know complacent G’s, warm-hearted the rapper-type, that act alike No we don’t rap alike, the flow courageous, son of Satan, we up YG Addie back on that bullshit Like Carl Ripken when the ball hit Y’all broke niggas giving out no tips Y’all order one bottle, y’all share sips You got no hoes nigga you ain’t no pimp I about to touch the sky see my name on a blimp Bought Coke white air-1’s looking like a mint Lint on your pocket looking real famished Get a little buzz then y’all vanish I’m over the pot, I’m doing magic I rush like a brick, real tannish I speak into the plug in Spanish I got a dope strip, out in Kansas I ride on a horse like a bandit Send me back in school like a fucking campus Free crack, free crack I whip in the wrist I got a red-nosed chick just like a pit (Chanting: Drop a bomb on it Flex) Yo, I’m like die another day Try another day Niggas dying everyday I’m just tryna get away Feeling nice up in the stu’ I’m just tryna get my pay Is he tryna play it safe Well I’m tryna make ya shake Break the bank Like my nigga Q all up in your safe I got this bitch think I’m cute All up in my face If she move like she gotta move She can get a spade If I do what I gotta do I could get a plate Feel it’s hard up in these street I’ve been starving for some weed Fuck the stardom, I’ll take the fuckin’ sneakers off your feet Look at me, so unique, tell you niggas I’m just living like a G In the land of the free, I’m just tryna be me See, free is the only way to be motherfucker (Chanting: Drop a bomb on it Flex) I jump like Wesley in White Men Can’t Jump Don’t touch my shoes, these ain’t Reebok Air Pumps I’m balling different these Yves Saint Laurent I’m telling you I put crosses on them like AND-1 I’m Shamguard with the Vanguard I’m a damn Lord not a damn guard Most of you like damn broads Pocket full with tampons Sickening Get a teaspoon of this medication Keep working and watch he boom of a dedication Blow up like its detonation, so much I could dead a nation Martin had a dream? Well I be blacking like its segregation Hold up? What I say? I said I’m not Madoff But I made off, scheming on niggas pay off I never take a day off Your stache is shaved off, like Adolf Hitler You should lay off, on the game you talk ‘cause you fake dog You never pushed no yay dog Ain’t seen no keys like Ray Charles It’s me and Meek in a Maybach We get Wale and take off We got your bitch in a big house She walkin’ hype like “Hey Rock, how you doing?” Get with her and take her now we ballin Out to the Lakers how we ballin’ Like you vacant, you probably catching the vapors House on a hill, fucked your girl and your neighbors Thinking Khloe don’t know me? I’m in the Kardashian haven I’m in a Kardashian, I’m lying, can’t I pretend? They say fake it ‘til you make it Well let the faking begin I got a bitch with fake titties, fake ass she all in the Benz Titties will probably fall like a ball when she bend My niggas from Harlem, and Philly all get it in If your bitch come around us, we fucking her and a friend

34 ContributorsTropical Lyrics I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a jazzy lil' bitch Nothin' get past me, lil' bitch Don't want me no average lil' bitch Want me a savage lil' bitch, huh Ass fat, it's overweight, ayy She been riding on my wave, huh Take her on a dinner date Tell her just sit on my face, huh, yes, ooh Her boyfriend run the bando While I'm runnin' out the back door Yes, I am the wiz', huh I want a tropical bitch, huh Got me a tropical bitch, huh Ass, fat, shit, huh Got me a tropical bitch huh Ass, fat, shit I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch You might also like Exotic, my bitch from the tropical Guide her with choppas through, optional Showout, there's rooms at the hospital, optional Physical, necklace is bad for your optical Visual, optional, optional Abstinence, celibacy Sell her pussy on accident (optional) She sell a bit when she prostitute (optional) Dick so good, make her beg for it (hey) I lick so good, make her pay for it Pull a stack out like wait for it Throw it in the air like rainforest, pouring Tropical, tropical, these niggas not on my altitude Longitude, latitude, whats with the long face and attitude? Flex like it's no other option to I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I left my bitch for dope, I'm fuckin' with a better bitch She love to cook food and she love to suck dick She love to sip lean and she love to bust straps I'ma have to take it easy, let lil' shorty do my hits, yeah Cookin' up that white, I got it lookin' like some grits I never sniff that work unless it's off Rihanna tits 'Less it's off Selena tits 'Less it's off Beyoncé tits We can't front them boys no work Callin' up he need a brick Callin' up I need a 6 Juggin' at the Motel Six I was smokin' loaded sticks Fuck my bitch while watchin' flicks I can't go no low, thats it Fuck you mean we talkin' chips? Hot like takis when I spit Eyes real low, no Tokyo drift I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch I need a tropical bitch, I need a tropical bitch

55 ContributorsJay Reed Lyrics Many snakes in the grass, faith in my past December 21st coming straight for that ass No gay slander, but I'm not a fan of Bitch made niggas just posing for the cameras We know who you really are, internet superstar Mr. Orange leave your dog drowning in the reservoir You could never get the best of us Mac live yo neck ajar yeah, that is Hollywood repertoire Niggas be acting, my niggas be rappin' Money and traffic, inglorious bastards Mel Tarantino, Twelvy F Pachino 6 inch blacks in my Tee by Marino Whore for the C-Notes Some more with a Cee-Lo Four, five, six pass me all that grip Fly young fella, pro-tools terror Words to my mom, we gon' own this era Clever with the password, don't even ask for it Twelvy know to blast first, even had a cash verse Like a bank nigga, blowing on some dank Getting higher than that plane shorty tell me what you think 'bout a bachelor slash trapper slash rapper All that fly shit come after, no pastor Flow NASA, with my brother Nasty I highly doubt I’ll let these niggas get past me You might also like Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, he scared to look, he shook Catch a nigga on the late night While he with his bitch like Cam at the brake light Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, he scared to look, he shook Catch a nigga on the late night Why a nigga slipping like Harold at the brake light I'm only 19 but my mind is older When this shit get for real my warm heart turn cold Snuff a hipster rapper, knock the fucking chip off his shoulder Later I have his main bitch coming over, she roll his weed 'fore she do the deed, studio with a jar of weed Tryna turn a couple raps into a couple hundred Gs Living out my dreams, I feel like I ain't slept in fucking weeks Just to think this come from what I speak Got my stain in this game, from stacking bread and pimping whores Know I keep it low-key like a motherfucking midget door High school I was pitching pills, a couple niggas did the raw Sitting on a couple P's this rap shit was the other door Yeah nigga chose it, now I got these hoes open I fuck them, they tell they man their phone was broken And I'm blowing on that potent whipping in the seven like it's stolen Lots of niggas tellin´ me and my team was showin And I'm riding east side till the spokes break Leave the studio for a motherfucking smoke break Get your main ho to come through for a throat break Doin niggas like Richie I'm Alpo, you don't know AZ, nigga Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, he scared to look, he shook Catch a nigga on the late night While he with his bitch like Cam at the brake light Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, he scared to look, he shook Catch a nigga on the late night Why a nigga slipping like Harold at the brake light

34 ContributorsClouds Lyrics Lately I've been havin' thoughts (Mhm) Like if I was just left alone, I'd probably be better off (Mhm) Gimme some, let her off (Mhm) , money, nigga, ain't no letter off Uh, bad dream (Mhm), truth is the King needs but a castle, uh Don't aim it at me, won't at you Still bless you, no achoo, uh When you wanna die, they gon' make a statue Numbers, take numbers, commas, big numbers Don't take names, take nothin' From no one, ayy, and I'm on one Just took a fish with some pills I'm in the fifth throwin' bills Stop lyin', you ain't met a nigga rich like this bitch, uh Ever since, pretty teeth gets glistenin' like this bitch, uh Crossed over it's like swish Left hand, switch, switch Jump, jump, Kris, Kris Cross, cross, flick wrist Diamonds all on my wrist (No) No, I usually don't miss (Miss) Got a wrist make you cold (Huh?) God, I swear it make you sick (Woo) Follow me, might fall (Yeah) Might slip on the drip (Lil Uzi) Might slide in the whip (Lil Uzi) Might fuck on your bitch (Lil Uzi) So good, gave her tip (Yeah) Tip cover whole rent (Huh) I can't give a ho a kiss (Kiss, what?) Little bitch suck dick (Dick, yeah) I ain't fuck all the tricks (Tricks) Diamonds on me, walkin' lick (Lick) Boy, stole my style, that mean he my child, wait Like my bitch so hot, no mild That bitch crack, tell that nigga pipe down Oh, boy your pockets frail (Huh) You better weigh your scale (Weigh your scale) Head first, they take it for real (Huh) But boy, the hate is real, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Half of my diamonds white (Ooh) Half of my diamonds teal (Blue) I said half of your diamonds fake (What?) Half of your diamonds real (Huh?) I don't know what to say (I don't know what to say) I don't know how to feel (I don't know how to feel) I'm gonna keep gettin' cake (Sheesh) I'ma count up them mil's (Lil Uzi) Put it all in my safe You might also like Pourin' up the zips Shorty wanna get a kiss Shorty wanna get licked, uh Ridin' in a foreign, uh Overseas tourin', uh (Ayy) Prada on me, nigga, uh (Ayy) No Ralph Lauren, uh (Ring) Pull up in this bitch, uh (Ayy) Odyssey rollin', hennessy smokin', niggas be jokin' Nigga reloaded, pop in the cartridge, put it in motion Young and devoted, true to the bank, I'm gettin' these tokens (Rick James) Woman just know this, frontin' on a bitch still hopin' out rollin' (Gang) Used to be a little nigga you used to laugh at (Uh) Got your bitch under construction 'cause her ass flat (For real, for real) I just fucked all of her friends and then I dab, dab (For real, for real) Threw so much money last night she had a rack attack (Racks) Bitch, I'm Guwop'd down with a bag to match (Yeah) Get that boy walked down, got more cash to flash (Bitch) Got my middle finger up for my exes (For my old hoes) I just fucked her momma, scratched her off the check list (Fucked her momma though) They tried to hit me up in traffic but you ain't check this (Brr, what?) For that talkin' on my sisters, that's your neck bitch (Ten deep, nigga, bitch ass) This a Maybach Benz, ain't no Lex, bitch (Skrrt) Billion dollar baby, spend that money reckless (I'm ten deep lil' nigga)

28 ContributorsSkool Bus (Skit) Lyrics What up my brothers and sisters? How y'all feelin'? Them chancletas you got on? Yo ass got on some mothafuckin' mosquito stompers Them bitches bogus as hell, on my momma boy Yo ass tried to stop a motorcycle with them chancletas on They skinned yo big toe off, on my momma Lost a toe nail, rest in peace to that toe nail, on my momma Look like you chewin' your neck on your shirt Yo barber shoes Who said that? Me, nigga I'ma bake yo big ass You think you hot, too Took your ass three months to fuck a fat BBW midget, on my momma You tricked off and everything You took that bitch to Spain for twenty-four hours and back And fingered her ass You thought you was the man You ain't hit the pussy, just fingered it Hit the finger with the thumb, on my momma yo "I got a kiss, though!" Dirty ahh (ass) Wet big toe head ass, boy, on my momma Nigga all your teeth different lengths though, nigga Sunday school legends All your teeth fightin' inside your mouth, nigga Your ass got some John Legend Look like a piano inside that motherfucker tho, G That's basic, cuz Come on, man I can buy some new teeth though, you can't buy swag, my brother Your ass had an interview, you had to sell a bag of weed, and you got into it with your bitch all in one day with that fit on Three times, your ass got a three-way combo fit on How you a gangsta up top, interviewer at the bottom, I'll Crip-walk against you on the shoes Get your dumbass out here Your ass, "Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Gusto" Coat ass, boy Hell nah! You don't get no cooch, your ass be beatin' off to midget sex On xvideos.com searchin', "Hottest midget", on my mama The difference is, nigga, I'm graduatin', your ass still gonna be on this bus talkin' shit about niggas next year So what? I'll still be here then, fuck it I'll graduate one day, goddamn it I'm cozier than a mothafucka in this school! I ain't goin' nowhere On babyYou might also like

20 ContributorsMotivation Foreign (Skit) Lyrics Listen here, Sheron Mm-hmm Now a nigga done showed you everything You know what I'm saying? Just in the spot with my partners, you feel me? Yeah So I'm thinking about taking this shit to the next level I'm thinking about— Know what I'm saying? A whole 'nother country with you, baby Know what I'm saying? Yeah, I know Thinking about taking your ass to London I gotta pull up in the foreign in a foreign country Know what I'm saying? And you the perfect one for that You know what I'm saying? No, no, no, no, no What? You acting like you ain't feeling what I'm saying though right now You know what I'm saying? You gotta see the vision You know what I'm saying? No, I've— You know with Flacko out there You know what I'm saying? Them niggas living like Jimi Hendrix and shit Motherfuckers getting in all types of shit out there You know what I'm saying? Yeah, whatever, sure So we gon' pull up I'll pull up with you You showing what you working with No Make me look a little bit better You know what I'm saying? And I'll buy you a couple of little things You know, lil' shopping and shit Spend a little check You know what I'm saying? What sorts of things will you buy? Pay attention when I'm tryna tell you now Know what I'm saying? I just showed you everybody who's in the spot Everybody you know Oh, yeah, I like that You fuckin' seen Diddy You seen everybody You know what I'm saying? They fuck with me, I fuck with you What you wanna do? I've never been to Europe Pack your shit Matter of fact, don't pack nothing, baby Maybe I'll get you whatever you need Know what I'm saying? I'll spend this last little ten racks I got Oh, yeah, I like that You know what I'm saying? Ok, well Just so we can look good and just, you know What you wanna do? You acting like you're nervous Yeah, I mean, I've got work and other stuff Work? Work? Yeah Fuck you mean "work"? Work You need to work that skirt Yeah, yeah, you've gotta work with that That's what you need to do Mm, I don't know Like, what would— What would happen if I— Like, when we got there, what am I gonna do? Fuck! What you think? You— Shit, I ain't gon' fly you all the way out there like that I didn't know it was like that I'ma show you the homies and shit, you gon' fuck! Shit! No, I didn't know it was like that At least fuck me Don't fuck them, fuck me Like, why I gotta keep reiterating? I don't like saying my shit more than two times So, look What I'ma do is I'ma hit my flight connection She got the booking passes Yeah Alright You know what I'm saying? I don't, I need— As long as you got your passport You got to America so you can sure as hell get to London You know what I'm saying?You might also like

45 ContributorsUnderground Killa$ Lyrics Let's get a little... little drawing going on, yeah, that's what it is man Word up, A$AP Rocky, what up, my nigga? Young King right there Yeah, I see you, nigga, it's your big brother, Chef, right here, man Raekwon, nigga, you know, we got you all day, nigga I know you got your big brother all day, too, you know, it's all real At the dice game, on sleeze mode, gun in the road But count hundreds, sit back my home on my stomach Who the king boo, eating grapes, send me to 50 states I pump everywhere I go, I thump plenty spaces Either I’m in the slums, counting up ones Shaking down fiends, hopping to the most and one Besides bagging up, new ratchets Always in hatchets, nigga, the fly bachelor with all those classics My gun is red eyeball brown, run the town Black hoodie sweats, no jewels a coupe with some specs Matching in the million dollar mansion with brans And it’s always love, love, just bring your advancing Bottles from everywhere, hoes run up Niggas in tennis wear, I’m finish the menace, get 'em, yeah Yo, we in the cut… dogs on them Stay cocky, peace is real, yo, Rocky! King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga You might also like My uncle Snoop told me keep the biscuit on me Said they got the scoop on me and they listen on me Plus my bougie-ass neighbors, keep the bitching on me And the nosy bitch next door call the district on me And they snitching on me, self-esteem went missing on me Chip off my shoulder, you can get it off me But these bitches on me, the other *censored* got a prison story That Mr. Greedy's, just a missing story Listen wardy, I was on them bitches, pitching sipping, 40's Mauri kicks and Norreys bitches, all these shorties kissing shorties Keep division, brody, cold world, keep your mittens wordy Go hard but you kill 'em softly Pay attention, shorty, wonder why I call your bitch a shorty? It's the way of the world, don't be trippin', shorty Just get your pickin', shorty, hold your own, keep it pimping, brody Same shit, just a different story King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga King of New York in my hood we blow up houses Grenades look like quarter waters sitting on the counter Silence all you will encounter if you talkin' 'bout you 'bout it Thugging noise heating salad, gripping the banger give me callus (Alright!) Like Pops from the Wayans when I fire Switching lanes in the Porsche, gotta catch up to my tires Got cannons like Mariah, goddamn it my Messiah He done ran into some violence, put him to rest in his pajamas Twin clips, Pusha T, that’s for talkin' all that malice In your bitch, I'm a sneaker, she gon' need some new balance Got Franklins like Aretha, see my money that be pilin' And my shiny gold teeth, you can see my money smilin' King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga King of New York with these underground killas Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga

19 ContributorsSelector Freestyle Lyrics Yo, A$AP here We 'bout to kill a fucking game You know who the fuck we are You know my motherfucking name I fucked your dame And she bought me a chain And a Range And a pinky ring, that blinga, bling And all my niggas here, they about to kill this shit Whatchu say Nast? Yo I say hold up dawg Nast in this bitch again sipping Hen Staring at that white girl from michigan She was with her friends, fat ass fly ho I went in for the kill ASAP, pronto Said wait boo, 'fore we hit ya condo I got another friend wit me named Whitney from Chicago Whitney love to model, I'm thinking Menage flow The truck parked up front, the chevvy get Tahoe Haters all in my face, can't see blindfold Dons on my feet, blue-ripe bye folks Nuttin on sucker niggas is what I was designed for Dead fresh fresh 2 death, I shouldda' designed clothes But I'm blessing these tracks, sick flow, swine flu Ya'll ain't fucking with Nast I been nice, ya'll know Haha, nigga that shit times two I'm who ya bitches wanna kick it with, Kung Fu Well what dawg what is you saying Nast in this bitch, ho why's you playing Like I won't slay this, stage, on some cage shit Turn into a mayhem, beat tough, flow hurting Cali Swag bitch snapback no jerking Flows perfect, money in hands, hoes know this Fast forward, past focus, I'm that on it One of the best to do it, think not, bet on it Giant Nast you be lumberjack paul bunyan Hoes love it, never put none above it Wanna hug me tightter than jeans ass sportin' Carry coffin to cemeteries that very often Sports fortune, matchboxes, its that awesome You might also like[Spaceghostpurrp Extra verse}​ It's the motherfucking phonk Fuck wit me, I'll leave the AK out the trunk Understand what's going on in the place to be Nigga S.G.P, understand its the real When I keep it real, come thru With The motherfucking steel Still, I speak how I feel every time And when I do, I kick a phonk-y ass rhyme If your fucking around with my brothas I'll put the slug to your mother Motherfucker you a sucka Bitch ass nigga I dont fuck withca So what I say, motherfucker Already know i've never beena sucker See I lust ya, I want ya, bavby come home baby girl Whats your name Wonda do you wanna be up on me Do you wanna bend over, do you feel horny Do you wanna feel a stroke, it's kinnda like Facebook When you feel a poke A$AP no joke Raider Klan all back and we aiming at ya throat I wanna rock, but the bitches want me tho D&G briefs, fit a nigga like speedo Skinny nudie jeans tho, boots be 40 below He flow a huunnid degrees the jelws zero Rockstar Rock, he reps guitar hero Leopard Louboutins like speedos on Stev-O Charge it to the game couldn't pause me on Tivo Beyonce to Kanye I got a big ego On to that next shit, you looking at the bestest Married to the game treat you niggas like my stepkids Pull up in Porsche, niggas getting nausia Didn't write the rules but my status like an author Just crashed the Range, so I pulled the Bent out Probably getting brains, chilling in the Penthouse Slaging on you maggin, and I'm bout to lay my pimp down Christian Louboutin red bottoms come in mens now On to the next one, skinny jeans fit in Pull up to these shows, and the hoes know to get in Said they like my fitted clothes down to my split ends Little do she know i got a big ego Automatic weapon, need to order a protection Killing feelings, on these records So my charges is molesting and assault with deadly weapon got these rappers feeling threatened A hip-hop veteran I'm a hip-hop felon It's a war going on outside and we started it Belive that or die nigga on some martry shit All my niggas on the scene like some Sparta shit And we came to double up on that Harlem shit We all eating, this is how it supposed to go Stop speaking, this is how you 'posed to flow The ins-and-out of a winners route I never lose again, its like evryday i lose a friend To some dumb shit, for a dumb bitch So a hating nigga for a cuff wrist I know a lot of niggas sitting in a cell now For the shit i've done I'm prolly even hell-bound But it's cool with me, jacking niggas jewlry I don't give a fuck about your foolery Nigga keep a tool with me, Just to blast atcha bitches Long as I'm at the top, and our rags to the riches A$AP nigga On my Pokemon shit, you already know I said, I said I swear to God I want it all He gon give it to me, Becky gettin top above it all She give it to me in a Jet, purple lable sweats I swear to God I'm rich And once I swearve these many bitches Swear to God I'm in I be on my fucking shit, tell em what that God sipin bout Toast to god, tell me what god sippin now, Henny And I'm round here now my dad was on some shit So i put a hole bottle when that bitch with the mink I got hard I'm sorry mamma Ferg, for all of the curse words But I'm so fucking serious Send 'em street like the curb And I tweak like a nerve And I'm smart like a nerd Guess thats why my last name Ferg (Yuh heard) Ok, I'm glide then a fucking bird Yeah i am the shit my name is Ferg But I'm a fucking turd you heard So you'll see now I'm on some Rider shit You done got yourself in beef, now you on some Gaga shit Red line on some Prada shit Now you wanna know a dealine on some project shit Black bitch an actor, put em in some Tyler shit Perry young berry, die hair then this Robbin bitch This ain't no bullshit, I be letting off full clips See my bitch ride that big thang, you on that little shit Trying to make noise, you squeaking like a little pit Put her into that dawg my attitudes a little Vick Uhhh, Thats how my niggas fall back A$AP Raider Klan and we all blacked out Tell that bitch get it mapped out And I fucked a bitch, now she flat out Chest out, on the fucking floor never hit it raw Got a condoment, got a towel by the door Just in case the smoke go in to the hallway Cause I be smoking weed and fucking all day This is off the top of the dome, let me introduce my niggas Before a nigga go home We got TY Beats, the illest producer in these streets So you know we coming through with that Motherfuckign heat Got Twelvy, motherfucker twelvy, got a bad bitch Jewish named Shelby Got my nigga Nast in the back, got a snapback To the back he don't know how to act Got my nigga named Purrp, Spaceghostpurrp, do ya bitch real dirt That's dirty, little flirty, fucked a bitch named Purdy, did her dirty Got my nigga named Ferg, what's the word And you know he fucking know these verbs, give them to the curb Got nerve in the bitch, got swerve Better get mine nigga, bitches got nerve Wait your turn ASAP Rocky Peace out and kiss my ass ASAP Ferg Yeah you can kiss my ass too A$AP Nast Suck a nigga nigga somn A$AP Twelvy Kiss my AYYYY$AAP Nigguh

26 ContributorsPrincipal Daryl Choad (Skit) Lyrics (Ohhh!) Good morning Yamborghini High students, faculty, and staff Welcome back returning students and welcome new students This is Principal Daryl Choad and these are the announcements for today, our first school day of the new year Just a reminder to students with drama on their minds, auditions for the school play "Bad and Boujee" are being held after school today If you do not wish to be left off "Bad and Boujee", please report to the gym at 2:30 As a reminder, Milly Rock is not allowed anywhere on campus Lockers and socks will be inspected Have a great day, and dare to be the best you can be Head directly to your next class now at the sound of the bell, pleaseYou might also like

31 ContributorsLast Day of Skool (Skit) Lyrics Good afternoon Yamborghini High students, this is Principal Daryl Choad, on this, our last day of classes Some final announcements now as we wrap up our school year This year's perfect attendance award goes to Lil Yachty for having no tardies all year Congratulations, Mr. Boat, you're adults now, shit is real out here Love each other, lift each other up I'm just fucking with you, do whatever you want, but you can't change this fucked up world if you're dead So, stay alive if you can, please, congratulations to all of you who may be moving on to other endeavors, including the following students who will be participating in a full summer school schedule: A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Twelvyy, A$AP Nast, A$AP Ant, A$AP Tyy, ScHoolboy Q, Big Sean, Frank Ocean, Quavo, Lil Uzi, Flatbush Zombies, Pro Era, Gucci Mane, Fat Man Key, Smooky MarGielaa, Playboi Carti, and Chief Keef That concludes our academic year at Yamborghini High This has been your principal Daryl Choad Have a great life and stay cozy, we out A-fuckin'-SAPYou might also likeEmbed

12 ContributorsA$AP Mob - Freestyle on Flex Part 2 Lyrics I'm only one of the hottest that spated Cuz' I walked the lonely mile with satan Smokin a bag of what the fuck you sayin Nasty baby bitch, don't get me confused, I never could lose and never will Aside from any guy, I slay with swords my dead lords are so so many guys I make you cry, angry bullets from my fucking semi fly You disrespect the set I'm mobbin' with, who you mobbin' with? You crying bitch, I'm bout my motherfuckin' job and shit Always striving prosper come trough when we mobbin' in Who that, that's nasty baby In a old school rental, niggas can't get it Nasty baby, shout out to trap lord rental We in the building niggas renting it Nasty baby bout end this shit I spit that murder, murder, murderous shit That vocal venom, dopest rhythm you could probably hit the curb with this shit There ain't no money in the hood, they hit bird the shit And cut the middleman out, he ain't deservin' his split And get the cream with the people, divide the shit equal Fuck the evils, we gon' stack this paper for our sequel That's a goal, drop a quick gem for the people I'm a star, spittin' hot lava man I lethal Like Madonna, niggas on us, triggas on us Hit the corners, they swarm us, they didn't warn us Wale, they coming through with the with the war its Hop out of the Porsche and head to the fortress Over the the west side, Harlem let them techs fly Can't believe a nigga used to work up in that best buy Now a nigga top 5, nothing like Michelin Always in that crown hot, something like And I get the crowd live, and I bring the bitches in , A$AP Worldwide, young niggas gettin' it Hittin this, spittin this You might also like Hold on, drive slow Mask on, gun low Balla on the court dishin' out like Rondo Got everything you need, weed or the cocaine If a nigga bleed leave him dead like Cobain Five pugs looking like a bunch of fuckin' lo mein Brain on drugs, hand on snubs on my way to the drugs Andrew Jackson Money confession got your bitch undressing, givin out lessons Anybody can get it Fuck niggas that frontin cause I've done did it Got good aim so I shoot on my pivot Bring it to yo' momma crib dirty chop the kitchen Trap house boomin, we still pitchin All blue 7 you would thought I was crippin All gold cross turned my friend to a christian Hope I dont die before I turn 21 Not tryna die from the barrel of the gun I'mma keep rhymin, I'mma go diamond, thug in this industry This is where the win is me, get yourself on yo feet If you fuckin feelin' me Who shot the sheriff, I said me bitch Screamin out who runnin who runnin like we was 3-6 A$AP be the mafia, who stoppin us Motherfuckers can't do the job for us So I murder nigga leave em red up on the corner Flacko told me put 'em on 'em So I'm buzzing like a hornets nest Too cold for these bitch I'm boning Nasty baby, spittin off the top too I'm over the block too Who want it I got two I put shots in you And whoever come through my block too Or ya top too, even with ya chip tooth Ya rock too and you know, I got you Fuck it, listen, listen Look, ugh, yeah A$AP Worldwide nigga You know how that shit go down Ayo' flex, I told you I got you, my nigga I told you, I got you Look, yeah, yeah Feeling like a vigilante or a visionary Back when cemeteries, Death Or thoughts of prison couldn't scare me Shoot at Military Don't believe me doggie Triple dare me, check your dictionary Find me under none, fictionary Life's a game of pictionary Sitting on that train Fancy guads and master keys Whip 'em like a scape Harlem east side get that cake West side get that bread Got a murder mob on way My BX nigga, techs nigga Young niggas, dumb niggas Shoot before they think Get tipped off, get clipped off Then living in the clink Get washed up then rinsed off Young pup with the big dog Young Buck wearing big draws Piss poor to the crystal Jump jump like Criss Cross Crossed off like Chris Paul Big guns call 'em Rick Ross Broke home, make my dick soft Lick balls then dick pause I spit raw, make them shit jaw I ain't even mad so just imagine when I'm pissed off In a dark room in Harlem Thinking bout shots And how it barely grazed me And it coulda hit Rock And a couple of other niggas But they all roll on my block Machiavelli from Harlem How you wanna be Pac Wanna be a jiggy nigga From the East coast right The beast coast right I know you feelin the feet close right You know I can see it in ya face Your teeth all tight Well Flex got beats We can beef all night Schoolboy you better School ya boy Hit you wit the ruler boy I'm the new 50 cent I will fucking Ja rule ya boy Chillin to Shabba Ranks Fo're I hit you with the tooler boy Hit em with the chopsticks And fucking Tai fool ya boy I don't sell rocks Nigga I smoke em Bobby selling crack and thats no joking The beat had me laced I started West coast-in Shit was too potent And now I'm ready to poke somethin' Rock you wanna know sumn? Sherane got good brain A couple Harlem niggas Said that bitch up in the chicken wing You top dog I heard you in a lick of things A Hollywood bully where you

13 ContributorsStay Schemin’ Freestyle Lyrics A$AP is the trillest, dawg A$AP is the trillest A$AP is the trillest, dawg A$AP is the trillest Worldwide, global enterprises Global enterprises, kill 'em Uh, kill 'em, other niggas don't feel 'em Treat 'em like a banana, banana clips and peel 'em Higher then the ceilin', nigga we be wildin' and we willin' Evacuate the buildin' for the children The children, gettin' all the chitlins I get get, my slip ons, I slipped in Your bitch, I done been hit This is off the top and yous a dimwit Bitches say I'm cocky wit' a limp dick I don't really give a fuck you's a pipsqueak Pipsqueak niggas know my shit sweet, fuck that I don't even skip class, fuck that, I get passed All my niggas get fly with they- ah And we fuckin' rappin' off the tone They don't know how we do we rappin' off the dome Yo, block hugger, clock puncher On the DL I had 30 side hustles Freestylin', cunk as a bitch Matter of fact drunk as a bitch, matter of fact dunk in ya bitch On my blake shit, aww shit you on some safe shit Nah I'm on some crazy 8 shit, Like Adidas Jeremoty scott, I don't rock 'em but Rock do Aww man, y'all niggas is 5'2", my niggas is 6'10" My niggas is 6 wins, zero losses All bosses, all horses Double R L, 2-12 now 12 gauge shotgun, that'll send you to hell You might also like Body 'em wit' tha shotty Niggas talkin' shit I'ma shoot him in his body Rollin' in the whip, wit' the new bitch Alexander Wayne, I got that new bitch And a new benzo, sittin' on Lorenzo I pop it like a pimple, that bitch want, that bitch ho That bitch want, that bench ho And I get dough, and I get get, lick lick My bitch and she know that I just flow, I get the dough in that clip I know how to get it I do it, rollin' around in that Buick Niggas know that's stupid, gettin' money I scoop it A$AP went black, to the nigga all that Rat-a-tat that ass, if you talk shit get the cash Get yo ass smacked when I'm talkin' shit, niggas know I'm too legit Hammer pants, I'm Too Legit 2 Quit, when I grip that hammer blit Yo fuck it, I'm like fuck it These niggas don't really want it wit' him I'm just chillin' up in my zone like I got it This shit is all for the profit A$AP, we comin' through and we mobbin' We killin' shit with no problem

21 ContributorsHella Hoes (Remix) Lyrics Hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought that chopper and that pistol with the scope Hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got I got a start in these streets, extra hard for these hoes We move hard in these streets, young God, X'in' them O's I'm like God in these streets, got a tech in my coat I go hard in these streets, Johnny Depp with the blow I flip nickels and O's, I flip powder in bass I done shoveled the snow, I done showered the state See them flowers gone grow and the power gon' raise And we came through the door, here we got us a race All these diamonds in my teeth I'm gone off a gallon of Hennessy Better let your bitch go cause she's feelin' me And besides she a ho, she fucked him and me And I gave her the beast like I'm Timothy Moonwalk in that pussy like Billie Jean And I open your chest like you Janet Jackson And I blam-blam like you Timberlake I put him in a lake and I penetrate Let it sit in your face like a dinner date Then bust open your grill, let it ventilate And my niggas is killers, what can I say? With a crew of gorillas like 50 Cent And they peelin' bananas, no dinner plate And I'm only gone ride with my syndicate A$AP 'til I die, nigga, period You might also like Hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got Uh, pretty mothafucka, pull up in this bitch like Uh, jiggy mothafucka, hella hoes on my dick like Uh, really with the shit, if a nigga trip, loadin' up the clip Never slip, tight, never sleep, finna let it rip in this bitch like Pistols poppin', pussies droppin' Niggas coppin', bottles poppin' Roxies choppin', Oxycontin, word to A$AP Lotto Live down Collins mobbin' slow Syrup got me throwed, mouth is full of gold If I overdose, just let 'em know Alright, I got hella hoes In the function you a soldier Got that clap clap like the 'Nolia When them 'cets fly off the corner Lil' homie out the window, you's a goner When I blow, the gangstas get at me West side bussin' if they come at me Takin' all things and givin' no presents Fuck rappin', word up and you see how shit happens Drop a deuce, watch you lean low Got some cholos with the beams on Got some crip niggas, need this thing gone But I woo mine, but I knew that I'm Shawn Michaels with the weapon drawn Steady swing 'til your neck is gone Watch your mouth and the toes that you're steppin' on This young brick flip Chapo Rarin', cutthroat gang, them choppers flarin', nigga Scary, nigga, bury Swisher Cause I'm just like fairy sister Flip it like the of It's the Mr. Black, I'll hit you niggas, bury niggas You ain't fuckin' with me like Mary, nigga Your uncle, cousin, brother, best friend carry you, nigga Since I'm like Uncle Phil in the pool hall Eight ball in a tube sock, new yacht Think I had the Glock, got me like a screw shawk Saw me shut it down if they think we too soft Ball like Chris Paul, Paul George shot Playin' with afford that grow in my car Ball like whippin' up work on the south Speakin' of Os, know my nigga got hoes Os, I got hoes Hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, I got hella hoes I got hoes, and I'm sellin' dope And I just bought a chopper, let that pussy nigga know I got

12 ContributorsWhat What Lyrics What? What? What? What? Fuck you mean, what? What? What? What? What? Bitch, is you deaf? Huh Hell yeah my teeth glistenin' (Glistenin') Hell yeah when I went to school, I was missin' (Missin') Hell yeah I skipped prison Hell yeah I still don't listen, listen (Listen) I'm the nigga out here, gettin' fresh like it's Christmas, listen I'm the nigga out here, and I got the homies twitchin', listen Watch how I ride in the Benzes, switchin' Lanes on these niggas, like Big-gie, Listen I don't give a fuck, get the motherfuck, and we smoke nigga like the incent, uh In your bitch DMs like "What?" (What? What?) She say I'm too much like "What?" (What? What? Yup) Tracy McGrady in the cuts (What? What?) Spend the money, no Scrooge or McDuck (What? What? Yup) Niggas don't really do what we doin' (What? What?) You got it, when you seen us with it (What? What?) Need a check, Playboi on them bitches (What? What? Yup) You know it's the full seat tickets (What? What?) You might also like What? What? Palace Reeboks on my socks, what? What? What? All of these bitches gon' jock, what? in the cut (Cut) Prezzi rollin' up, addy pourin' up (Pourin' up) Flacko Jodye, what? (What?) Never gave a fuck, Playboy take it up Pull up in designer, smokin' marijuana, count a thousand dollars I'm a money-counter, drugs from over counters, I don't fuck with cows All my niggas with me All my bitches pretty, all my bitches jiggy Yeah, I run the city, yeah Count a hundred fifty, pyshco bitches to the, yeah I'm in Magic City Do the Famous Dex, countin' up a check, yeah VVS baguettes Hoppin' off a jet, A$AP we the best, yeah Yeah Turn me up, turn my vocals up Yeah, what? Yeah (That's right) They finna call me Fergy, know the deal My pockets hunchback, swollen man I fuck a yellow rat like Pikachu (Yeah) I'm finna catch 'em all like Pokémon (Pokémon) Walk up in the club, they notice me (Yeah) Stack so big, I cannot fold or burn (Alright) They wonder how I got these hoes on me (Yeah) I look like it's from the Motherland Rest in peace to the big homie Yams Make karate with the frozen hands On a PJ and it flown to Cannes Big wheels and Versace, like kilograms (What?) 'Member we the killa man Pushin' SLS like a drug dealer man 'Cause I'm about my skrilla man Underneath the traphouse like a What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?Embed

10 ContributorsRAF (Video Version) Lyrics (Dun D-D-D-Deal, hey) I done came up (Yeah) Bustin' down a whole bag (Bag) Broke nigga, step back (What?) Why don't you peep a nigga's swag? (Yeah) You ain't even gotta ask (What?) What are those? What is that? (Yeah) Please don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf) Please don't touch my Raf (What?) I'm racked up like rappers (Uh) I'm Raf-d up on camera (That's Rick) Get knocked out on camera (All this Rick) Squeeze pump like asthma (Yeah, what?) It's rare Raf when I wear Raf (Uh) Bare Raf when I wear Raf (Rick) Might invest into some Raf shares (All this Rick) Lil' niggas still share Raf (What?) Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks (Uh) Rick Owens be the tag (Rick) Do the digital dash (All this Rick) Yeah, I'm boastin', never brag (Yeah) Please don't touch my Raf (What?) Bought a Kris Van Assche (Yeah) Alessandro Gucci glasses (Yeah) J.W. Anderson collab (Uh) Yeah, she pop it like a MAC (What?) Yeah, she drop it on the bag (Uh) I'ma buy another bag (Bag up) 'Cause she always bring it back (Uh) Yeah, you know how to make it last (Yeah) Plus a nigga keepin' tabs (Uh) I'ma fly first class (Uh) Quavo hit 'em with the dab (Yeah) You might also like Please don't touch my Raf (Raf) Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Yeah, Raf) Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Uh, Raf) Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Woo) Do you know how much I'm spendin'? (Huh, ooh) My closet, it worth 'bout a milli' (Milli', yeah, yeah) Took the lil' bitch to the runway (Yeah, uh) Now she naked in the kitchen (Uh) Raf Simons (Ayy) All kind of crazy colors (Ayy, ayy) Livin' color (Colors) Left wrist, Rollie butter (Ice) Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela) Mama told me never settle (Mama) Raf Simons, don't lace 'em (It's Raf) Got your bitch, wanna date him (Uh) (Dun D-D-D-Deal, hey) I done came up (Yeah, ooh) Bustin' down a whole bag (Bag) Broke nigga, step back (What?) Why don't you peep a nigga's swag? (Yeah) You ain't even gotta ask (What?) What are those? What is that? (Yeah) Please don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf) Please don't touch my Raf (Woah) Please don't touch my Raf (Raf) Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Yeah, Raf) Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Uh, Raf) Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Woo) Do you know how much I'm spendin'? (Huh, ooh) My closet, it worth 'bout a milli' (Milli', yeah, yeah) Took the lil' bitch to the runway (Yeah, uh) Now she naked in the kitchen (What?)Embed

9 ContributorsHallelujah Lyrics Wavy nigga from the bottom of the pulpit Shining out bitches, kick it like a dookie Just came from the thugger, Ruckers hood shit Love me a model, but I keep me a hood bitch Got me on my bullshit Take a little sip, sip of that purple shit Finna let that clip rip, ultimate kill shit Should I do that? On my Urkel shit Flying off the roof, bitch Feeling like Cupid in that Drews movie How I move useless with the Peggy Sue bih Get yo' ass put in a Q, blacked-out ruby Body get hot from them hollow tips Strapped lord, ruleless—nigga, Hallelujah Put the two-two, yeah, semi or the Ruger Brick put them down in the grass, in the cooler I say Halle- I say Halle- I say Hallelujah I say Hallelujah I say Halle- (Hallelujah) I say Halle- (Hallelujah) I say Hallelujah (Hallelujah) I say Hallelujah (Hallelujah) You might also like Yeah Good God, god damn, Hallelujah Lord, do you listen when you see me holler to ya? Lame, I could tell you don't want a problem do ya 'Cause I know a couple niggas that'll bring the problem to ya They'll bring the choppa to ya, send a hollow through ya Fuck a hospital, they'll bring the doctor to ya Purple in my cup, drive to school the Hallelujah They did seen the Mr. Mean and I'm finna stock it to ya Like hee, hee, hee, howdy, all geeked up me now You home lookin' me up, yo' chick tweetin' me now They repeatin' me now, in the street pin me out If you hated before, get a peep of me now 'Cause Lord knows I ain't never fear no man, nah 'Less it really was my old man I figured anything is better than a dopeman Or a broke man with both hands spread Hallelu- I say Halle- I say Halle- I say Hallelujah I say Hallelujah I say Halle- (Hallelujah) I say Halle- (Hallelujah) I say Hallelujah (Hallelujah) I say Hallelujah (Hallelujah) Thank you, Lord, uh Thank you, Lord, woah Thank you, Lord (Ooh) Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah HallelujahEmbed

Shady Konvict, Upfront Akon, Slim Shady I see the one, could she be that lady? Ayy I feel you creepin', I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo? Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo? And possibly bend you over? Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Upfront style, ready to attack now Pull in the parking lot slow with the 'Lac down Konvict's got the whole thing packed now Step in the club, the wardrobe intact now I feel it, dawnin' cracked now Ooh, I see it dull and backed now I'ma call her, then I put the mack down Money no problem, pocket full of that now See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like I feel you creepin', I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo? Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo? And possibly bend you over? Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, looks like another club banger They better hang on when they throw this thang on Get a little drink on, they gon' flip For this Akon shit, you can bank on it Pedicure, manicure, kitty-cat claws The way she climbs up and down them poles Lookin' like one of them Putty-Cat Dolls Tryin' to hold my woodie back through my drawers Steps off stage, didn't think I saw her Creeps up behind me, and she's like "You're—" I'm like, "I know, let's cut to the chase No time to waste, back to my place" Plus from the club to the crib's like a mile away Or more like a palace, shall I say And plus, I got a pal if your gal is game In fact, he's the one singin' the song that's playin' (Akon!) I feel you creepin', I can see it from my shadow (My shadow) Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo? Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo? (Like Tae Bo?) And possibly bend you over? (Ooh, yeah) Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more (Yeah) Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah, yeah) Eminem's rollin', D and 'em rollin' Bu and all marvelous, them rollin' Women just ho-in', big booty rollin' Soon, I'll be all in them and throwin' D (D) Hittin' no less than three (Three) Block wheel style like whee (Whee) Girl, I can tell you want me, 'cause lately I feel you creepin', I can see it from my shadow (Yeah, my shadow) Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo? Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo? (Like Tae Bo?) And possibly bend you over? (Ooh, yeah) Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

86 ContributorsTranslationsEnglishLonely Lyrics Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody for my own I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody for my own I'm so lonely Yo, this one here Goes out to all my players out there, man, you know That got that one good girl, dawg, that's always been there, man Like, took all the bullshit But then one day she can't take it no more and decides to leave Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side Could've sworn I was dreamin' for her I was feenin' so I had to take a little ride Backtrackin' on these few years Tryin' to figure out what I do to make it go bad 'Cause ever since my girl left me My whole life came crashin', and I'm so Lonely (So lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (To call my own, girl) I'm so lonely (So lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (To call my own, girl) I'm so lonely See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Can't believe I had a girl like you And I just let you walk right out of my life After all I put you through You still stuck around and stayed by my side What really hurt me is I broke your heart Baby, you a good girl and I had no right I really wanna make things right 'Cause without you in my life, girl, I'm so Lonely (So lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (To call my own, girl) I'm so lonely (So lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (To call my own, baby) I'm so lonely Been all about the world, ain't never met a girl That could take the things that you been through Never thought the day would come Where you would get up and run And I would be out chasin' you 'Cause ain't nowhere in the globe I'd rather be Ain't no one in the globe I'd rather see Than the girl of my dreams that made me be So happy, but now so lonely Lonely (So lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (To call my own, girl) I'm so lonely (So lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (To call my own, girl) I'm so lonely Never thought that I'd be alone I didn't think you'd be gone this long I just want you to call my phone So stop playin', girl, and come on home Baby girl, I didn't mean to shout I want me and you to work it out I never wished that I would ever hurt my baby And it's drivin' me crazy, 'cause I'm so Lonely (So lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (To call my own, girl) I'm so lonely (So lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (To call my own, girl) I'm so lonely So lonely (Lonely), so lonely (So lonely) Mr. Lonely (Lonely), so lonely (So lonely) So lonely (Lonely), so lonely (So lonely) So lonely, Mr. Lonely

78 ContributorsSorry, Blame It On Me Lyrics As life goes on I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility And I realize that everything I do Is affecting the people around me So I wanted to take this time out To apologize for things that I've done And things that haven't occured yet And things that they don't want to take responsibility for I'm sorry for the times that I left you home I was on the road and you were alone I'm sorry for the times that I had to go I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know That you were sitting home, just wishing we Could go back to when it was just you and me I'm sorry for the times I would neglect I'm sorry for the times I disrespect I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done I'm sorry I'm not always there for my sons I'm sorry for the fact that I'm not aware That you can't sleep at night when I am not there Because I'm in the streets like every day I'm sorry for the things that I did not say Like how you are the best thing in my world And how I'm so proud to call you my girl See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like I understand that there's some problems and I'm not too blind to know All the pain you kept inside you, even though you might not show If I can't apologize for being wrong, then it's just a shame on me I'll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me Said you could put the blame on me Said you could put the blame on me Said you could put the blame on me You could put the blame on me I'm sorry for the things that he put you through And all the times you didn't know what to do I'm sorry that you had to go and sell those bags Just tryin' to stay busy 'til you heard from Dad When you would rather be home with all your kids As one big family with love and bliss And even though pops treated us like kings He got a second wife and you didn't agree He got up and left you there all alone I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own I'm sorry that I went and added to your grief I'm sorry that your son was once a thief I'm sorry that I grew up way too fast I wish I would've listened and not be so bad I'm sorry that your life turned out this way I'm sorry that the feds came and took me away I understand that there are some problems and I'm not too blind to know All the pain you kept inside you, even though you might not show If I can't apologize for being wrong, then it's just a shame on me I'll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me Said you could put the blame on me Said you could put the blame on me (Oh yeah) Said you could put the blame on me You could put the blame on me I'm sorry that it took so long to see That they were dead wrong tryna put it on me I'm sorry that it took so long to speak But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani I'm sorry for the hand that she was dealt For the embarrassment that she felt Just a little young girl tryin' to have fun Her daddy should've never let her out that young I'm sorry for Club Zen getting shut down I hope they manage better next time around How was I to know she was underage? In a 21-and-older club they say Why doesn't anybody wanna take blame? Verizon backed out, disgracing my name I'm just a singer tryin' to entertain Because I love my fans I'll take that blame Even though the blame's on you Even though the blame's on you Even though the blame's on you I'll take that blame from you And you can put that blame on me (On me) And you can put that blame on me You can put that blame on me (Blame's on me) And you can put that blame on me (Blame's on me) And you can put that blame on me And you can put that blame on me

51 ContributorsDon’t Matter Lyrics (Konvict, Konvict, Konvict) Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) 'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight (We gon' fight) Believe we gon' fight (We gon' fight) Fight for our right to love, yeah (Right to love, yeah) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) Nobody wanna see us together Nobody thought we'd last forever I feel I'm hopin' and prayin' Things between us gon' get better Men steady comin' after you Women steady comin' after me Seems like everybody wanna go for self And don't wanna respect boundaries Tellin' you all those lies Just to get on yo' side But I must admit there was a couple secrets I held inside Just know that I try to always apologize But I'ma have you first, always in my heart to keep you satisfied See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) 'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight (We gon' fight) Believe we gon' fight (We gon' fight) Fight for our right to love, yeah (Right to love, yeah) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) Got every right to wanna leave Got every right to wanna go Got every right to hit the road And never talk to me no mo' You don't even have to call Even check for me at all 'Cause the way I've been actin' lately has been off the wall Especially towards you, puttin' girls before you And they watchin' everything I been doin' just to hurt you Most of it just ain't true and they won't show you How much of a queen you are to me and why I love you, baby Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) 'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight (We gon' fight) Believe we gon' fight (We gon' fight) Fight for our right to love, yeah (Right to love, yeah) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh 'Cause I got you, babe Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh 'Cause I got you, babe 'Cause I got you, babe 'Cause I got you, babe Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) 'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight (We gon' fight) Believe we gon' fight (We gon' fight) Fight for our right to love, yeah (Right to love, yeah) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) 'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight (We gon' fight) Believe we gon' fight (We gon' fight) Fight for our right to love, yeah (Right to love, yeah) Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no ('Cause I got you, babe) (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) 'Cause I got you, babe (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

41 ContributorsI Wanna Fuck You Lyrics Konvict (Konvict, konvict) Konvict, Music And you know we Upfront I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you (Fuck you), you already know I wanna fuck you (Fuck you), you already know, girl Money in the air as mo' fell, grab you by your coat tail Take you to the motel, ho sale, don't tell, won't tell Baby said I don't talk, Dogg, but she told on me, oh well Take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do? Baby, stick to me, and I'mma stick on you If you pick me, then I'mma pick on you D-O-double G and I'm here to put this dick on you I'm stuck on pussy and yours is right Rip ridinin' them poles and them doors is tight And I'mma get me a shot for the end of the night ‘Cause pussy is pussy and, baby, your pussy for life I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you (Fuck you), you already know I wanna fuck you (Fuck you), you already know, girl See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Shorty, I can see, you ain't lonely Handful of niggas and they all got cheese So you lookin' at me now, what it's gonna be? Just another tease far as I can see Trying to get you up out this club If it means spending a couple dubs Throwing bout 30 stacks in the back Make it rain like that ‘cause I'm far from a scrub And you know my pedigree Ex-dealer, used to move 'phetamines Girl, I spend money like it don't mean nothin' And besides, I got a thing for you I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you (Fuck you), you already know I wanna fuck you (Fuck you), you already know, girl Mobbin' through the club in low pressin' I'm sittin' in the back in the smoking section (Just smokin', just smokin') Bird's eye, I got a clear view You can't see me, but I can see you (Baby, I see you, see you) It's cool, we jet, the mood is set, your pussy is wet You rubbin' your back and touchin' your neck (Yeah, yeah) Your body is movin', ya humpin' and jumpin' Your titties is bouncin' (Yeah) You smilin' and grinnin' and lookin' at me Girl, and while your looking at me I'm ready to hit the Caddy right up on the patio Move the patty to the Caddy Baby, you got a fatty, the type I like to marry Wanting to just give you everything And that's kind of scary ‘Cause I'm loving the way you shake your ass (Ass) Bouncing, got me tipping my glass (Glass) Normally don't get caught up too fast But I got a thing for you I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you (Fuck you), you already know I wanna fuck you (Fuck you), you already know, girl I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you (Fuck you), you already know I wanna fuck you (Fuck you), you already know, girl (Girl, girl)

44 ContributorsI Wanna Love You Lyrics Konvict Konvict, Music, and you know we Upfront I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know I wanna love you (Love you), you already know I wanna love you (Love you), you already know, girl Money in the air as mo' fell Grab you by your coattail, take you to the motel, ho sale Don't tell, won't tell Baby say, "I don't talk Dogg, then she told on me", oh well Take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do? Baby, stick to me, and I'ma stick on you If you pick me, then I'ma pick on you D-O double G and I'm here to put this d— on you I'm stuck on p— and yours is right Rip ridin' the poles and them doors is tight And I'ma get me a shot 'fo the end of the night 'Cause p— is p—, and baby, your p— for life I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know I wanna love you (Love you), you already know I wanna love you (Love you), you already know, girl See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Shorty I can see, you ain't lonely Handful of n— and they all got cheese See you lookin' at me, now what it's gon' be? Just another tease far as I can see Tryna get you up out this club If it means spendin' a couple dubs Throwin' 'bout thirty stacks in the back Make it rain like that 'cause I'm far from a scrub And you know my pedigree Ex-dealer use to move amphetamines Girl I, spend money like it don't mean nothing And besides, I got a thing for you I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know I wanna love you (Love you), you already know I wanna love you (Love you), you already know, girl Mobbin' through the club and I'm low pressin' I'm sittin' in the back in the smoker's section (Just smokin', just smokin') Bird's eye, I got a clear view You can't see me, but I can see you (Baby, I see you) Hmm, it's cool, we jet, the mood is set Your p— is wet, you're rubbin' your back and touchin' your neck (Yeah) Your body is movin', you humpin' and jumpin' (Yeah) Your t— is bouncin', you smilin' and grinnin' and lookin' at me Girl, and while you're lookin' at me, I'm ready to hit the caddy Right up on the patio, move the patty to the caddy Baby, you got a phatty, the type I like to marry Wantin' to just give you everything and that's kinda scary 'Cause I'm loving the way you shake your ass Bouncin' got me tippin' my glass Normally don't get caught up too fast But I got a thing for you I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know I wanna love you (Love you), you already know I wanna love you (Love you), you already know I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know I wanna love you (Love you), you already know I wanna love you (Love you), you already know, girl, girl

33 ContributorsRight Now (Na Na Na) Lyrics It's been so long (Long) That I haven't seen your face I'm tryna be strong (Strong) But the strength I have is washin' away It won't be long (Long) Before I get you by my side And just hold you, tease you, squeeze you Tell you what's been on my mind I wanna make up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na Wish we never broke up right now, na, na We need to link up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na Wish we never broke up right now, na, na We need to link up right now, na, na Girl, I know (Know) Mistakes were made between us two And we showed (Showed) Our ass that night, even said some things weren't true Watched you go (Go) And haven't seen my girl since then Why can't it be the way it was? 'Cause you were my homie, lover and friend See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like I wanna make up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na Wish we never broke up right now, na, na We need to link up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na Wish we never broke up right now, na, na We need to link up right now, na, na I can't lie (I miss you much) Watching every day that goes by (I miss you much) 'Til I get you back I'm gon' try (Yes, I miss you much) 'Cause you are the apple of my eye (Girl, I miss you much, I miss you much) I can't lie (I miss you much) Watching every day that goes by (I miss you much) 'Til I get you back I'm gon' try (Yes, I miss you much) 'Cause you are the apple of my eye (Girl, I miss you much, I miss you much) I wanna make up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na Wish we never broke up right now, na, na We need to link up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na Wish we never broke up right now, na, na We need to link up right now, na, na I want you to fly with me (Want you to fly) I miss how you lie with me (Miss how you lie) Just wish you could dine with me (Wish you could dine with me) The one that'll grind with me (Said the one that will grind with me) I want you to fly with me (Want you to fly) I miss how you lie with me (Oh, miss how you lie) Just wish you could dine with me (Wish you could dine) The one that'll grind with me (Oh, one that'll grind, yeah, yeah) I wanna make up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na (Make up, no, woah, woah) Wish we never broke up right now, na, na We need to link up right now, na, na (Link up, baby) I wanna make up right now, na, na I wanna make up right now, na, na Wish we never broke up right now, na, na We need to link up right now, na, na (Link up)

53 ContributorsLocked Up Lyrics I'm steady tryna find the motive (Motive) Why I do what I do? Freedom ain't getting no closer (Closer) No matter how far I go My car is stolen (Stolen) No registration (-Tration) Cops patrollin' (Patrollin') Now they done stop me and I get locked up They won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out Heading uptown to re-up (Re-up) Back with a couple keys (Keys) Corner block's on fire (Fire) Undercovers dressed as fiends (Fiends) Making so much money (Money) Product's moving fast (Fast!) Put away the stash As I sold the last bag Fucked around and got locked up See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like They won't let me out They won't let me out (My nigga, I'm locked up) They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out I got locked up They won't let me out They won't let me out (Baby girl, I'm locked up) They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out ‘Cause visitation no longer comes by (Comes by) Seems like they forgot about me ('Bout me) Commissary is getting empty (Empty) My cell mates getting food without me (Without me) Can't wait to get out And move forward with my life (Ooh no, with my life) Got a family that loves me And wants me to do right But instead, I'm here locked up They won't let me out They won't let me out (Ohh! I'm locked up) They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out (My nigga, I'm locked up) They won't let me out Oh, oh, oh! (They won't let me out) I'm locked up They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out Can you pay me a visit? (They won't let me out) Send me some magazines? (They won't let me out) Send me some money orders? (They won't let me out) (No!) Pay me a visit, baby (They won't let me out) ‘Cause I'm locked up (They won't let me out) Where's my lawyer? (They won't let me out) I'm locked up (They won't let me out) (No!) Get me out of here (They won't let me out) I'm locked up, they won't let me out They won't let me out (Baby, I'm locked up) They won't let me out (No!) Where's my niggas on the lock-down? (They won't let me out) Damn, I'm locked up, they won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out Ohhh! They won't let me out Can you please accept my phone calls? (They won't let me out) I'm locked up, locked up, locked up

28 ContributorsBeautiful Lyrics When I see you I run out of words, to say (Ahh) I wouldn't leave you 'Cause you're that type of girl to make me stay (Ahh) I see the guys tryna holla Girl, I don't wanna bother you 'Cause you're independent, and you got my attention Can I be yo' baby father? Girl, I just wanna show you That I love what you are doin' now I see you in the club, you gettin' down, girl I wanna get with you, yeah I see you in the club, you showin' thugs love I wanna get with you You're so beautiful, so damn beautiful Said you're so beautiful, so damn beautiful You're so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful You're so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful You're so beautiful See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Like the clouds you, drift me away Far away, yeah And like the sun you, brighten my day You brighten my day, yeah I never wanna see you cry, cry, cry And I never wanna tell a lie, lie, lie Said I never wanna see you cry, cry, cry And I never wanna tell a lie, lie, lie I see you in the club, you gettin' down, girl I wanna get with you, yeah I see you in the club, you showin' thugs love I wanna get with you You're so beautiful, so damn beautiful Said you're so beautiful, so damn beautiful You're so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful You're so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful You're so beautiful Kardinal told you (You) whether the sky blue or yellow This fellow ain't that mellow if it ain't about you (You) Hourglass shape make the place go "oooh" Waistline makes my soldier salute I'm a brute (Brute) high from ya high heel game High heels push up ya ass last name And you livin' in the fast lane, eyes like an angel Goddess, watch my girl and how she hot dress Spotless, heartless, bad to the bone Make me wanna bone, put me in a triple-X zone (Zone) Lames don't know how to talk to you So let me walk with you, hold my hand I'ma spend them grands but after you undress Not like a hooker, but more like a princess Queen, empress, president pull Any way ya goin' off 'cause you're beautiful, okay? I see you in the club, you gettin down, girl I wanna get with you, yeah I see you in the club, you showin thugs love I wanna get with you You're so beautiful, so damn beautiful Said you're so beautiful, so damn beautiful You're so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful You're so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful You're so beautiful Where'd you come from? You're outta this world to me (Ahh) You're a symbol of what every beautiful woman should be Ooh wee (ahh) I never wanna see you cry, cry, cry (Don't cry) And I never wanna tell a lie, lie, lie (Ooh, yeah) Said I never wanna see you cry, cry, cry (Oh) And I never wanna tell a lie, lie, lie (A lie) I see you in the club, you gettin down, girl I wanna get with you, yeah I see you in the club, you showin thugs love I wanna get with you You're so beautiful, so damn beautiful Said you're so beautiful, so damn beautiful You're so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful You're so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful You're so beautiful

69 ContributorsI’m So Paid Lyrics Rubbin’ on that Italian leather Them Konvict jeans on You ready? Yeah Yeah Geah! (Konvict) I get it in 'til the sunrise (Ayy) Doin’ 90 in a 65 (Ayy) Windows rolled down, screamin’ out Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid Number one hustler gettin’ money (Ayy) Why you wanna count my money? (Ayy) I'm a hustler, don't need none of y'all, you see I'm so paid I see police on that crooked-I Doin’ a hundred on Interstate 95 My shawty leanin’, blasting that Do or Die Wishing that a muddasucka would, ‘cause we certified Got a system that'll beat and knock your wall off Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off Got a bunch of goons, hope they never call off And them snipers sitting on the roof already saw y'all It ain't too much to put a strain on me That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me Rather have them dollar bills rain on me Than let them haters come and make a name off me That's why... See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like I get it in 'til the sunrise (Ayy) Doin’ 90 in a 65 (Ayy) Windows rolled down, screamin’ out Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid Number one hustler gettin’ money (Ayy) (Yo, Bu—I told you I had you, homeboy) Why you wanna count my money? (Ayy, yeah) I'm a hustler, don't need none of y'all, you see (Yo, 'Kon, I got you) I'm so paid She said, "Young, why your voice so hoarse?" I just sound like money, baby, I should've been a Porsche (Vroom) Paint look like a sugar-free Red Bull (Woo) I'm so paid, you know I keep a pocket full (Haha) And that's before the taxes Took my whole gross net and hid it under my mattress (Damn) I used to get bored and count twenties for practice (What?) Paper therapy, we let that money relax us (Yeah) Gold chains 'round my neck just like Michael Phelps I made a killing in the water (Oh), kill them with the water (Oh) Against all odds, and I will not stop (Will not stop) They try and keep me on bottom, but I prefer the top (Yeahhh) And my project chick, I moved her next to Joc She said the house was too small, I moved an extra block (Haha) So, baby, get your ass up, I need an extra block (Ayy) I told her, "Do the speed limit and no extra stops" And that's why... (That's why) I get it in 'til the sunrise (Yeah! Ayy) Doin’ 90 in a 65 (Yeah! Ayy) Windows rolled down, screamin’ out (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid (Yeah) Number one hustler gettin’ money (What's up? What's up?) Why you wanna count my money? (Ayy) (Why you wanna count my money?) I'm a hustler, don't need none of y'all, you see (You can't count it!) I'm so paid I’m the boss, it only takes one call For a driver to hit you up and drop you off, that's all (Guess what?) I won't be taking that fall Homie, I got cake, that's what I'm paying them for Haha, ain't that funny? ‘Cause niggas, they want war but ain't got money ‘Cause I've seen them all talking until they start gunning Quicker than Usain Bolt, the fastest thing running Yeah, Akon, Weezy (Jeezy!) Black Royals holdin' down Jersey (Jersey) Devine making sure we getting it up front My little brother Bu got that vision, baby I get it in 'til the sunrise (Ayy) Doin’ 90 in a 65 (Ayy) Windows rolled down, screamin’ out Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid (Yeah) Number one hustler gettin’ money (Ayy) Why you wanna count my money? (Ayy) I'm a hustler, don't need none of y'all, you see I'm so paid (Sheesh!) Ah-em, Big Money Weezy White wife-beater with the Sig underneath it How do I feel? Bitch, I feel undefeated Snap my fingers, disappear from the precinct, yeah I'm ballin', we ball out Ball 'til we fall until the ball bounce I send some niggas with guns to y'all house Only to find out you live in a dollhouse, damn! But I thought you was tough, though We carry choppers on our necks; call it "cutthroat" We bury cowards on the set that they come from We know magic, turn weed smoke to gun smoke We! Bomb first when we ride You! In a hearse when you ride (Ayy, ayy) I put my shoe down, baby And I'm holding down Young Mula, baby That's why... I get it in 'til the sunrise (Ayy) Doin’ 90 in a 65 (Ayy) Windows rolled down, screamin’ out Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid Number one hustler gettin’ money (Ayy) Why you wanna count my money? (Ayy) I'm a hustler, don't need none of y'all, you see I'm so paid

31 ContributorsGhetto Lyrics Ghetto, ghetto Ghetto, ghetto livin' These streets remind me of quicksand When you're on it, you'll keep goin' down And there's no one to hold on to And there's no one to pull you out You keep on fallin', no one can hear you callin' So you end up self-destructin' On the corner with the toolie on the waist line Just got up out the thing doin' state time Teeth marks on my back from the K-9 Dark memories of when there was no sunshine ‘Cause they said that I wouldn't make it I remember like yesterday Holdin' on to what God gave me ‘Cause that's the life When you're livin' in the (ghetto) And eatin' in the (ghetto) Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto) Ghetto, that's the life When you're livin' in the (ghetto) And eatin' in the (ghetto) Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto, ghetto) See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like No need to cherish luxuries ‘Cause everything come and go Even the life that you have is borrowed ‘Cause you're not promised tomorrow So live your life as if every day is gon' be your last Once you've moved forward You can't go back just to remove your past ‘Cause you gotta be willin' to pray Yes, there gotta be, there gotta be a better way Yes, you gotta be willin' to pray ‘Cause there gotta be, there gotta be a better day Whoever said that the struggle would stop today? A lot a niggas dead or locked away Teenage women growin' up with AIDS ‘Cause that's the life When you're livin' in the (ghetto) Oh, eatin' in the (ghetto) Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto) Ghetto, that's the life When you're livin' in the (ghetto) Oh, eatin' in the (ghetto) Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto, ghetto) Gun shots every night in the (ghetto) Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto) Everyday is a fight in the (ghetto) Oh oh oh oh oh (ghetto livin') Got kids to feed in the (ghetto) Sellin' coke and weed in the (ghetto) Everyday somebody bleed in the (ghetto) Oh oh oh oh oh (ghetto livin') ‘Cause that's the life When you're livin' in the (ghetto) Oh, eatin' in the (ghetto) Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto) Ghetto, that's the life When you're livin' in the (ghetto) Oh, eatin' in the (ghetto) Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto, ghetto)

21 ContributorsBananza (Belly Dancer) Lyrics Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Yo, excuse me, beg your pardon, girl Do you have any idea what you starting, girl? You got me tingiling, come to me mingiling Steppin off lookin' bootylicious and jingiling When you walk, I see it baby girl When you talk, I believe it baby girl I like that, thick-petite n' pretty Little touch is a ditty Love to work the kitty like "purrrr" She loves to stir it up (Purrr) I can hear her purring up Cause she's the type that'll get arousy of Get you excited and call her boyfriend up (Ohh) What's the man without the plan B We can meet up at the hutter house for the TV So stand by like a butty pass While I watch this beautiful thing shake that ass See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Girl, I must say you the flyest thang in here So hot we gon' need some rain in here Type to make ex-gangstas bang in here Girl, you could do anything you want in here Clown if you want to, frown if you want to You ain't even gotta drop down if you want to 'Cause I'd rather see you shake it standin' Either way you do it girl, you look outstandin' (Uhhuuuhh) And now you got me spending (Uhhuuhhh) The way you got that body bendin' (Uhhhuhh) An ass like that girl, you gotta be kickin' And we goin' to church next day repentant Lap dancing for my FA crew Slide it ova to Bu cause he wants some too Up in the VIP with no fee Blessing you with the G even tho we gettin' it free, so Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Girl shake ya body body With somebody body Whatever you do, don't break your body body After the party party Grab a hottie hottie In the back seat of your Maserati-rati Jiggle jiggle it to the left (Ah ah ah) Jiggle jiggle it to the right (Ah ah ah) Jiggle it to the front, then jiggle it to the back And jiggle jiggle it all all night (Ah ah ah) Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer

21 ContributorsLocked Up (Remix) Lyrics Locked up, they won't let me out And I had a long day in court, shit stress me out Won't give me a bail, they can't get me out Now I'm heading to the County, gotta do a bid here I used to living luxurious, I don't wanna live here The walls is gray, the clothes is orange The phones is broke, the food is garbage Lotta niggas is living with these circumstances S.P.'s the same, I still merk your mans-es Drug money to rap money, work advances Niggas ran and told, I should've merked to Kansas Got popped for a murder attempt Knock me on D-Block when I was burnin' the hemp Had a brick in the stash Hope they don't take it to a further extent Locked up and they won't let me out When I hit my cellblock, niggas know the dread be out I'm steady tryin' to find a motive Why do what I do? The freedom ain't getting no closer No matter how far I go My car is stolen, no registration The cops patrollin' And now they done stopped me And I get locked up See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like They won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up; they won't let me out No, they won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out No, they won't let me out Heading up town to re-up Back with a couple ki's The corner block's on fire Undercovers dressed as fiends Making so much money Product's moving fast Put away the stash As I sold the last bag Fucked around and got locked up They won't let me out They won't let me out My nigga I'm locked up; they won't let me out No, they won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out No, they won't let me out Now that I'm locked up I rep two sets so I'ma Ryde or Die and stay D-Blocked up Two toothbrushes up, whoever want it with P When I walk by, nigga, get up ‘Cause I'm locked up, they can't get me out I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out Go and hit the bar when the wrecks be out Can't wait for the day when they let me out ‘Cause visitation no longer comes by It seems like they forgot about me Commissary is getting empty My cellmates getting food without me I can't wait to get out And move forward with my life Got a family that loves me And wants me to do right But instead I'm here locked up They won't let me out They won't let me out Oh! I'm locked up; they won't let me out No, they won't let me out My nigga I'm locked up, they won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out No, they won't let me out ‘Cause I'm locked up Where's my lawyer? Get me out of here Baby, I'm locked up Where's my niggas on the block? Tell them I'm locked up I'm locked up Can you please accept my phone call?

15 ContributorsBe With You Lyrics I know they wanna come and separate us But they can't do us nothin' You're the one I want and I'ma continue lovin' Cause you're considered wife and I'm considered husband And I'ma always be there for you And either way you look at it, I ain't goin' nowhere from my muffin' Cause she gonna hold it down, can't nobody tell her nothin' That got the kind of love that always make a better fussin' And that's what gets me closer to you And no one know why I'm into you 'Cause you'll never know what it's like to walk in our shoes And no one know the things we've been through Can never measure up to half of what I put you through That's why we'll break through And I don't care what they say, I'm gonna be with you I'm gonna be with you, I wanna be with you And I don't care what they do, I'm gonna be with you I'm gonna be with you, I'm gonna be with you Seems like every day that go by, things are gettin' harder Wanna be the one that give you the whole enchilada Cause I know what my baby like, I lean you on that Prada You ain't got to match with the shoes All about knowin' you, I'm into doin' things to keep her longer Stickin' together forever, watch you grow stronger That's the way it has to be, everythin' proper Keepin' it always true See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like And no one know why I'm into you Cause you'll never know what it's like to walk in our shoes And no one know the things we've been through Can never measure up to half of what I put you through That's why we'll break through And I don't care what they say, I'm gonna be with you I'm gonna be with you, I wanna be with you And I don't care what they do, I'm gonna be with you I'm gonna be with you, I'm gonna be with you You are everythin' in my life, see the joy you bring And ain't no one I compare you to And I know that you will never walk away from me no matter what And that's why I plan to do the same thing for you And I want you to know And I don't care what they say, I'm gonna be with you I'm gonna be with you, I wanna be with you And I don't care what they do, I'm gonna be with you I'm gonna be with you, I'm gonna be with you And I don't care what they say, I'm gonna be with you I'm gonna be with you, I wanna be with you And I don't care what they do, I'm gonna be with you I'm gonna be with you, I'm gonna be with you

8 ContributorsGhetto (remix) Lyrics Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce And wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in court For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, cause man (you betta have your gat in hand cause man) See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin Our lifestyles be close captioned Addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back In the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the Repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe If you believe then you can achieve Just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me Protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin Gun shots every night in the (ghetto) Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto) Every day is a fight in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) Got kids to feed in the (ghetto) Selling coke and weed in the (ghetto) Every day somebody bleed in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) I had the master plan I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next? At last, I'm literally loungin black Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin Cause thats the life when your Living in the (ghetto) oh Eating in the (ghetto) or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto) Thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)oh Eating in the (ghetto) or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) It's a funny thing, I kinda realized how powerful 2pac and I was. You kno wha I'm saying cuz Pac is a strong dude yo. I kno him. We two individual people, we waged a coastal beef. But even tho we were going through our drama I would never wish death on nobody cuz there ain't no comin back

11 ContributorsFreedom Lyrics Everything I have, everything I own All my mistakes man, you already know I wanna be free, I wanna be free From Senegal, West Africa To St. Louis, Missouri Thanks to Katherine Dunham For giving my pops his glory He came down with his drum And a dream to change the world In a free uplifting world And that's all he ever want Mom came a little after Gave birth to my brother Then all of the pressure Made 'em fight one another See the pain would never last Did the best with what they had He knew the world was out for grabs And he searched to find his Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Everything I have, everything I own All my mistakes man, you already know I wanna be free, I wanna be free So I search to find my Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Everything I have, everything I own All my mistakes girl, you already know I wanna be free, I wanna be free, yeah See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like As a kid I never knew I'd have to hustle just to make it through So I found myself skipping school Cause the girls don't think I'm cool And because of that I didn't care Whether or not I went to jail I just wanna be treated fair Cause that's all I ever knew Telling me I need to slow down Cause everybody in the whole town Cause they know how I get down Foreigner from another town Can you believe we still around? After so many hit the ground And we ain't gon stop now Until we get that Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Everything I have, everything I own All my mistakes man, you already know I wanna be free, I wanna be free Won't stop 'til I find my Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Everything I have, everything I own All my mistakes girl, you already know I wanna be free, I wanna be free If you wanna be free, and the land is drug free Put your hands up, put your hands up If you wanna be free, from all your misery Put your hands up, put your hands up If you wanna be free, with plenty money Put your hands up, put your hands up If you wanna be free, just praise G.O.D Put your hands up, put your hands up Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Everything I have, everything I own All my mistakes girl, you already know I wanna be free, I wanna be free, yea (echo...)

13 ContributorsCashin Out Lyrics Money to blow so I'm ridin 'round with that Nina (ride 'round with that Nina) With a Hollywood ho with lips like Angelina (lips like Angelina) My diamonds talk for me they say how can I meet ya? (how can I meet ya?) G flyer then sky how high, oh I can see her (oh I can see her) Got an island on my wrist, girl, I'm cashin' out (I'm cashin' out) Got an island on my neck, girl, I'm cashin' out (I'm cashin' out) My diamonds talk for me they say how can I meet ya? G flyer then sky how high, oh I can see her I got t-pain around my wrist, Gaga around my neck Got o' money so long, I ain't movin' cash in them checks I keep wide 3's on my feet, still ridin' 'round with that heat Foreign cars in my garage, all these bad bitches I beat Oops! Is that your girl? She said her name was Nina Oops! Ridin' 'round, gettin' head from a girl named Nina Oops! I'm sorry, but I'm on my Ike and Tina (Ike and Tina) I'm African so you know I got hyenas I cashed out on my whips, I cashed out from my check Go watch MTV again, got that stations all in my bed Got a indoor court, outdoor court Indoor pool, outdoor pool I ain't lyin', nigga tell it's true Ask Ray he done be there too See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Money to blow so I'm ridin 'round with that Nina (ride 'round with that Nina) With a Hollywood ho with lips like Angelina (lips like Angelina) My diamonds talk for me they say how can I meet ya? (how can I meet ya?) G flyer then sky how high, oh I can see her (oh I can see her) Got an island on my wrist, girl, I'm cashin' out (I'm cashin' out) Got an island on my neck, girl, I'm cashin' out (I'm cashin' out) My diamonds talk for me they say how can I meet ya? G flyer then sky how high, oh I can see her Ok, I drop the top, hop in Hoes they coming by flocks in Birds they coming by flocks in Pass them birds like Stockton Play with my money I'm popping No acting, but it's a movie Got Spinz on the beat so we ain't losing Don't act like your ho ain't choosin I done blowed up, yeah I'm the bomb Riding round blowing on stank bombs Pussy so good you should thank moms Top floor suite chilling at the Palms We want the whole loaf leave y'all the crumbs Til then I'm running my check up And it's fuck a Bugatti I'm calling my jet up Cool 36 O's ho riding round with that nina Riding with a ho named Keisha, smoking on Keisha My diamonds talk for me they say hi can I meet you She fly high, high in the sky, ho I can't see you Got a condo on my wrist girl, I'm cashing out Got a condo around my neck girl, I'm cashing out 36 O's so I'm riding round with that nina My diamonds talk for me they say hi can I meet you It's big pimping over here... Church Time to cop the Maybach already had the vert I got big money visions, Sammy Sosa pigeons What that mean? That mean they jumping out the kitchen And I'm on the money mission, nobody can stop me Just grab your camcorder, press record and gon' and watch me And you can skate on my ice just like you playing hockey And in the booth I beat the beat up, call me Rocky Yeah I'm cocky 36 O's ho riding round with that nina Riding with a ho named Keisha, smoking on Keisha My diamonds talk for me they say hi can I meet you She fly high, high in the sky, ho I can't see you Got a condo on my wrist girl, I'm cashing out Got a condo around my neck girl, I'm cashing out 36 O's so I'm riding round with that nina My diamonds talk for me they say hi can I meet you

28 ContributorsGangsta Bop Lyrics Konvict, Konvict Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Go gangsta Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Go gangsta, keep boppin' (Block Boy up) Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' (Upfront) Go gangsta, keep boppin' (Geah) Like back when a nigga was clockin' See nowadays it seems like everybody wanna be killers Gorillas gettin' high off their weed and liquor You die quicker, paramedics drive back slow to the hospital You get pronounced dead at 4 to the hospital Stop frontin' when you know you won't pull nothin' First nigga to retreat when the tools bustin' Playin' with death is bad for your health All your homeboys gone, you the last one left Now, they hearts beatin' but these niggas be scared The real ones are all locked up or dead Nowadays you can't find a good connect But if you do, you might be the feds, so I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the history I got on these streets Only if you see what my eyes have seen Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's If you owe me or we got beef I recommend you reach for your heat and don't freeze Pause for a minute, guarantee you gon' bleed 'Cause that's how we was raised growin' up in these streets See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Go gangsta, keep boppin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' See it's hard to be good but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meetin' with new people Just put the money in the bag and I'll leave you The weed, coke, Lambo or Evisu You make a hundred dollars, to the streets you made a G When you coppin' O's, they swearin' you move ki's Feds gettin' close and the rats seein' cheese And they tryna find them birds, not the ones that sleep in trees We got that bird, we got that blue You want short skirts? We got that too Whatever you need, my nigga, show me the cheese And baby, you can believe that we can make that brew I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the history I got on these streets Only if you see what my eyes have seen Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's If you owe me or we got beef I recommend you reach for your heat and don't freeze Pause for a minute, guarantee you gon' bleed 'Cause that's how we was raised growin' up in these streets Go gangsta, keep boppin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Streets been watchin' and they don't blink Sidewalk got ears, the pavement don't sleep The fittest will survive, the weak just don't eat Everybody in between just gettin' a rap sheet The streets been watchin' and they don't blink Sidewalk got ears, the pavement don't sleep The fittest will survive, the weak just don't eat Everybody in between just gettin' a rap sheet I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the history I got on these streets Only if you see what my eyes have seen Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's If you owe me or we got beef I recommend you reach for your heat and don't freeze Pause for a minute, guarantee you gon' bleed 'Cause that's how we was raised growin' up in these streets Go gangsta, keep boppin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Go gangsta, keep boppin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' See it's hard to be good but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meetin' with new people See it's hard to be good but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meetin' with new people See it's hard to be good but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meetin' with new people See it's hard to be good…

12 ContributorsDirty Work Lyrics It’s a dirty job but somebody’s gotta do it I see you working go and put your back into it Baby I’mma watch… you, just keep it moving You know exactly what you’re doing So go and do your dirty work Go and do your dirty work Ass up Face down Perfect body and she lay it to the ground Stacked up Waist down Wanted to throw it like a pitcher on a mound I see them niggas reaching for their last dollar Asking dumb questions like “baby, do you model?” Promising everything, hopin’ that they follow Praying for America, I hope they down with Harry Potter Isn’t she the most beautiful thing that you ever saw? Don’t she deserve the biggest diamond ring that you ever bought? Gettin’ down dirty, gettin’ down dirty, gettin’ down... Go and do your dirty work Gettin’ down dirty, gettin’ down dirty, gettin’ down... See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Back up Shake down Just give it all to me and do it right now Shack up Take down Just wanna love you without looking' like a clown You’re the best that ever did it You’re killing everybody, how're you supposed to make a living? Yes I know you hear it all when they trickin' I can hear them niggas saying you too pretty to be strippin' Isn’t she the most beautiful thing that you ever saw? Don’t she deserve the biggest diamond ring that you ever bought? More money, more problems, less rest If it’s about a dollar later, shorty, let’s invest Drop the top, pull the whip out like a hamstring You on your job but I’m a boss, I keep my hands clean Keep grabbin' all up on my coat I’m lettin' out all of this smoke I’m thrown' money in the air I’m buying' bottles for my folks And then I’m coming back for more ‘Cause you know all my favorite features I'mma roll some of this reefer You can call me Young Khalifa

15 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisI Can’t Wait Lyrics I can't wait I can't wait I think of you When the morning comes and the night time goes away (all day) Don't you ever think that we won't be okay (no way) There is nothin' stoppin' me from lovin' you Touchin' and rubbin' and kissin' and huggin' you What's this feelin' taking over, me? Baby that's love and it ain't no stoppin' it I don't know as far as the eyes can see Pick up the pace and it ain't no droppin' it Always forever I'll be by your side You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde That's the way that it's gonna be I'm in love with you and you in love with me (I can't wait) Sit down and talk for a minute Go outside and take a walk for a minute (for a minute) Just you, and me (I can't wait) Sit down and talk for a minute Go outside and take a walk for a minute (for a minute) Just you, and me (I can't wait) See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like I can't believe That someone like you will love me endlessly (forever) If this goes our way my love will always be (eternally) You have set my mind, my love, my heart so free Together forever however just you and me What's this feelin' taking over me Baby that's love and it ain't no stoppin' it I don't know as far as the eyes can see Pick up the pace and it ain't no droppin' it Always forever I'll be by your side You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde Cause that's the way that it's gonna be I'm in love with you and you're in love with me (I can't wait) Sit down and talk for a minute Go outside and take a walk for a minute (for a minute) Just you, and me (I can't wait) Sit down and talk for a minute Go outside and take a walk for a minute (for a minute) Just you, and me (I can't wait) To have you right next to me here by my side (I can't wait) To kiss and caress you girl while I'm holdin' you tight (I can't wait) Can't imagine life without you, it just ain't right (I can't wait) I got a whole lot of lovin', and you gon' get it tonight (I can't wait) Sit down and talk for a minute Go outside and take a walk for a minute (for a minute) Just you, and me (I can't wait) Sit down and talk for a minute Go outside and take a walk for a minute (for a minute) Just you, and me (I can't wait) {"I can't wait."} {"I can't wait."} {"I can't wait."}

23 ContributorsSmack That (Remix) Lyrics Shady, Konvict, Upfront I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Shorty, if you wanna ride, you can ride on me We can bump heads and collide on me Want beef? Damn right, can rely on me To bring that Campbell like Naomi Just pull that girl and take it on easy Lookin' all oiled-up and all greasy 'Bout that time you stop that teasin' Way that you drop done got me here cheesin' What's funny is that you takin' all my money for real I'd rather spend it on you right now than my homie's bail And I can see that's what you're made fo' And ain't ever been no lame ho With that booty bought and paid fo' Won't move 'til you on my payroll See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh (Yeah, yeah, Stat Quo! Ahhh!) I love when you do it Girl, move to it like you're used to it Drop it down, I want to put my thing through it To the crib we go, go fast and slow Make it twirl like a stripper, slide down my pole Shorty ass so swole, got your boy like, "Whoa!" One night with me, now she wanna marry Stat Quo But I'm like, "No, let's keep it on the low On occasion let me come through and tap that hole." Make you lose control and all her girls know That I hit it right at night, I'm a pro I only come 'round and get sexual If she flexible and bisexual I might stay around for a longer time Only if, only if she can blow my mind I can hurt that, murk that, work that spine Now she in love and wants to be mine; Stat Quo, yeah! I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh (Yeah, it's Bobby Creek, know what I'm sayin'?) The ice in the watch reflects the light to her The money quite green and the ice light bluer The swag might kill her, so I said good night to her She don't want me to leave, I can see right through her So we dipped out, burn one, trip out Get low like Caribbean limbo Didn't go out like light, baby girl, get right Head so swole my hat don't fit right We can cruise in the car or we could take flight The middle of the night, make your body ape like Mike Vick against the Eagles Call myself a king 'cause I'm regal To be this hot is not legal But we don't care—listen, baby, it's a fact that If you drop back I'ma quarterback sack that We can go deep and I can shark attack that Say you don't remember where your keys and your hat at? I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh

13 ContributorsSunny Day Lyrics Who'd ever thought that I would see this day Where I would see my ghetto life fade away Cause I was lost, and couldn't find a way And now I look forward to everyday Welcome to my sunny day Block don't stop, always stay hot No matter how the season scorch I still remember when they took me away Kept it on lock, then I got popped Realized I had to stop Then I took time to explore a better way Search high and low, so close, yet so far to go I just know there's a sunny day Who'd ever thought that I would see this day (I would see this day) Where I would see my ghetto life fade away (fade away) Cause I was lost, and couldn't find a way (find a way) And now I look forward to everyday (everyday) Welcome to my sunny day, my sunny day Everyday, better day Welcome to my sunny day, my sunny day Everyday, better day Welcome to my sunny day See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto Saw my first 9 millimeter in the ghetto I got my first kiss in the ghetto Playin' hide go seek with the girls in the ghetto I wrote my first hit in the ghetto Yo Mona Lisa, can I get a date on Friday-ay-ay It's hard for me to let go, life in the ghetto The night they blast my cousin, whoa I had to find a way out the ghetto Picked up the guitar, started singin' in the ghetto Haters used to hate in the ghetto Said I would have never made it out the ghetto I guess that's why my cousin sold the yayo Even though Annie said the sun come out tomorrow But the ghetto stay dark I never thought I'd ever see the Billboard charts Who'd ever thought that I would see this day (I would see this day) Where I would see my ghetto life fade away (fade away) Cause I was lost, and couldn't find a way (find a way) And now I look forward to everyday (everyday) Welcome to my sunny day, my sunny day Everyday, better day Welcome to my sunny day, my sunny day Everyday, better day Welcome to my sunny day Been a long day, on my way To my holy place to pray Give thanks for every blessing given to me I know there's more to see, more to me No more living in misery Cause this how I vision life to be Search high and low, so close, yet so far to go I just know there's a sunny day Who'd ever thought that I would see this day (I would see this day) Where I would see my ghetto life fade away (fade away) Cause I was lost, and couldn't find a way (find a way) And now I look forward to everyday (everyday) Welcome to my sunny day, my sunny day Everyday, better day Welcome to my sunny day, my sunny day Everyday, better day Welcome to my sunny day

11 ContributorsSo Blue Lyrics I see you every damn day and I can't help wondering why Why you look so good, but I ain't ever seen you smile Got a man that could buy you everything in this world But I guess he ain't loving you right, girl, no Cause I, I can see that you're lonely Baby, your one and only He ain't giving you attention Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know Is he telling you you're sexy? Girl, I wonder if you let me When I look at you I wonder, wonder, wonder What's he doing with a girl like you I wanna know, know, know, know You're too fine to be looking so blue So blue, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So blue, so blue With a body like that, girl, you being his ain't fair See, I will love you all time and all around town, I swear I can see that he ain't been hitting that at night One ride with me would change your life See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Cause I, I can see that you're lonely Baby, you're one and only He ain't giving you attention Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know Is he telling you you're sexy? Girl, I wonder if you let me When I look at you I wonder, wonder, wonder What he's doing with a girl like you I wanna know, know, know, know You're too fine to be looking so blue So blue, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So blue, so blue See, blue ain't your color Baby, you need a lover That knows what your life comes through Every time it ain't acting as it should I'm that solution, cause your man is a loser I'm looking, you feel so blue, so blue, so blue Cause I, I can see that you're lonely Baby, you're one and only He ain't giving you attention Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know Is he telling you you're sexy? Girl, I wonder if you let me When I look at you I wonder, wonder, wonder What he's doing with a girl like you I wanna know, know, know, know You're too fine to be looking so blue So blue, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So blue, so blue Too fine to be looking so blue Too fine to be looking so blue How he ended with a girl like you Too fine to be looking so blue

8 ContributorsGood Girls Lie Lyrics Oh yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah Yeah, it's about More path than this big ol' thigh Speak come on it The body language, nigga It don't lie I just wanna beat it She wanna a thug nigga Show a good ol' time Yeah, so I called the backup Bottle of Hennessey and some good ol' wine Yeah, and she came over Feeling high all over aha Girl, turn over, aha So I can touch ya all over, aha Your body, wrapped around me and crossover, oh yeah You so naughty Run a party to you forever Them good girls lie For good love And bad boys lie Just cause Cause good boys ain't no fun And bad boys carry guns End it up cleat, top of that shit Fuck ya hard 'till you cum Them good girls lie For good love And bad boys lie Just cause Cause good boys ain't no fun And bad boys carry guns End it up cleat, top of that shit Fuck ya hard 'till you cum See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like And I know you 'bout that And yeah you fight back Put that ass on the palm of my hand Grip tight like I'm throwin' fast stacks Oh, hold it down now Lot of rich niggas wanna run the town now, oh So wanna break it down now But I put a locker on to hold me down now, oh I won't make no lie When I say just bendover Girl turn on by So I can touch ya all over, aha Your body, wrapped around me and crossover, yeah You so naughty Run a party to you forever Them good girls lie For good love And bad boys lie Just cause Cause good boys ain't no fun And bad boys carry guns Empty that clip, talk that shit Fuck ya hard ‘till you cum Them good girls lie For good love And bad boys lie Just cause Cause good boys ain't no fun And bad boys carry guns End it up cleat, top of that shit Fuck ya hard 'till you cum Yeah ah Them good girls lie too Just like you do Them bad girls show no shame But they keep it true, aha I fuck with you You damn right The things you do, aha Good girls wanna be you And you wanna be them too Them good girls lie For good love And bad boys lie Just cause Cause good boys ain't no fun And bad boys carry guns Empty that clip, talk that shit Fuck ya hard 'till you cum Them good girls lie For good love And bad boys lie Just cause Cause good boys ain't no fun And bad boys carry guns It up cleat, top of that shit Fuck ya hard 'till you cum Oh yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah

11 ContributorsI Wanna Love You (Remix) Lyrics (Yo) Konvict, Konvict, Konvict Konvict (Tego Calderón)... Muzik (Snoop Dogg, Akon) And you know we up front I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know, girl Money in the air as mo' fell, grab you by your coat tail Take you to the motel, ho sale, don't tell, won't tell Baby said I don't talk (Shhh!), Dogg, but she told on me, oh well Take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do? Baby, stick to me, and I'mma stick on you If you pick me then I'mma pick on you D-O-double G and I'm here to put this dick on you I'm stuck on pussy and yours is right Rip ridinin' them poles and them doors is tight And I'mma get me a shot for the end of the night 'Cause pussy is pussy and, baby, you're pussy for life I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know, girl See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Shorty, I can see, you ain't lonely Handful of niggas and they all got cheese So you looking at me now, what's it gonna be? Just another tease far as I can see Trying to get you up out this club If it means spending a couple dubs Throwing bout 30 stacks in the back Make it rain like that 'cause I'm far from a scrub And you know my pedigree Ex-dealer use to move 'phetamines Girl, I spend money like it don't mean nothin' And besides, I got a thing for you I see you winding and grinding up on that pole. (Ajá) I know you see me looking at you and you already know. ('Tá bien!) I wanna fuck you (Ajá!), fuck you, you already know. (Tú sabes!) I wanna fuck you (Voy yo), fuck you, you already know, girl Hey, te mentí con lo de hacernos jevos, con lo del viejo Pero, mucho gusto, yo soy Tego Tú te vas pa' encima cuando caminas (Qué, qué? Ja!), tú eres mi budín de esquina (Uy!) Así que no te hagas la bruta y ponte pa' ésta ruta (Ponte!), que llegó Papá Machuca (Papá) Te veo mirando, sé lo que estás pensando (Ajá!) y te noto bellaqueando (Uy!) Por ti, yo cambiaría par de días hasta que deposite alguito en tu alcancía (Ay Dios) Quiero ser tu papi, mami. Dame un break, bendito, que me tiene asfixiadito Ok I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you (Ajá!) and you already know. ('Tá bien!) I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know, girl Mobbin' through the club in low pressin' I'm sittin' in the back in the smoking section (Just smokin', just smokin') Bird's eye, I got a clear view You can't see me, but I can see you (Baby, I see you, I see you) It's cool, we jet, the mood is set, your pussy is wet You're rubbin' your back and touchin' (Yeah!) your neck Your body is movin', ya humpin' and jumpin' (Yeah) Your titties is bouncin' You're smilin' and grinin' and lookin' at me Girl, and while your looking at me I'm ready to hit the Caddy right up on the patio Move the patty to the Caddy Baby, you got a fatty, the type I like to marry Wanting to just give you everything And that's kind of scary ‘Cause I'm loving the way you shake your ass Bouncing, got me tipping my glass Normally don't get caught up too fast But I got a thing for you I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know, girl Ando pensando en pájaro preñado, enchulado, me tienes bien emburrado En otra vida, te doy par de chamacos. En esta vine a romperte el trato (Ajá) Na' de pensiones, na' de embarazos Si quiere uno yo trato, oyó? Mamita, yo trato. Tú tratas? Jaja (You break it down for Tego) Yo quiero darte (Hey!) tabla (Oh!), mi chula (Hey!), you know (Oh!) Yo quiero darte (Yeah!) felpa, you already know, jaja! Qué fue?Embed

19 ContributorsMama Africa Lyrics So much, so much, yeah, so much So tell me can you feel it So much, so much Much, care, so much Then make that visit So much, so much, love, so much Senegal can you feel it So much, so much, yeah, so much So much love to share Pure blackness wantness, so rare So much love to care Let them know they missing out (Mama Africa has) so much love to share Sweet blackness wantness be there So much love to care Let them know they missing out Sing again A - Is for all the love and the life took away F - Don't forget we were bought and trade R - Ripped from the land and shipped away I - Is the inspiration we use to survive C - Have to see it with your own cries A - No play add it up and arrive Still you don't know The land is so gold and green The place is so fresh and clean And everyday I water my garden Tell if you feel I deep in your heart and The space is so cool and nice Visit once guaranteed to visit twice And if you just believe in the Most High I know you'll be all right, mama Africa has See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like So much love to share Pure blackness wantness, so rare So much love to care And let them know they missing out (Mama Africa has) so much love to share Sweet blackness wantness be there So much love to care And let them know they missing out Sing again A - That's my favorite place when I need to get away F - Must forget but we can't forget to pray R - Flight lands right on the runway I - In my homeland and I'm feeling so alive C - Imagine Africa unite A - Go on an accept her now it's all right Still you don't know Skin is so dark and brown She lifts me right off the ground But no, you're not gonna see it on your TV So yo', just listen up and believe me Her trees have the only cure Her love is so new and pure Had to kiss them troubles goodbye bye No I don't have to lie Mama Africa you got So much love to share Pure blackness wantness, so rare So much love to care And let them know they missing out (Mama Africa has) so much love to share Sweet blackness wantness be there So much love to care And let them know they missing out Sing again So much, so much, love so much So tell me can you feel it So much, so much care, so much Then make that visit So much, so much love, so much Senegal now can you feel it So much, so much yeah, so much So much love to share I just can't see how we living without it So much love to care Don't miss; don't miss one moment about it So much love to share Resist it's bliss though I really doubt it So much love to care So much love So much love to share Pure blackness wantness, so rare So much love to care And let them know they missing out (Mama Africa has) so much love to share Sweet blackness wantness be there So much love to care And let them know they missing out Sing again

13 ContributorsAgainst the Grain Lyrics So soft and slow Never knew, a girl could be so goddamn cold I know the way she move got me spendin' my dough, and yo If you would have seen what I seen on that pole, just know That I was wrong for fallin' in love (love) I was wrong for fallin' in love (they always said don't love a ho) Said I was wrong for fallin' in love (love, don't do it yo) I was wrong for fallin in love (they always said don't love a ho) But I just went against the grain It was a feelin' I can't explain, and it felt like harmony Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de I don't want it to ever go away I want it around me everyday Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de Look at me, I'm stuck The bubble in her pants got me caught up, I never had no luck Thinkin with the wrong head got me jumpin' out there with no glove It feels so good, had me sprung out on that stuff, now I'm stuck See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like That's what I get for fallin' in love (love) That's what I get for fallin' in love (they always said don't love a ho) That's what I get for fallin' in love (love, don't do it yo) That's what I get for fallin' in love (they always said don't love a ho) But I just went against the grain It was a feelin' I can't explain (woah), and it felt like harmony (harmony) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (uuh) I don't want it to ever go away (I don't) I want it around me everyday (Uh, oh yeah) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (Woah, yeah) So thick, so raw That oil all over her body stole my heart, I'm cold The way she dropped down won't allow me to close my jaw, cause I'm Already in love and I knew better from the start, oh no That I was wrong for fallin' in love (love) I was wrong for fallin' in love (they always said don't love a ho) Said I was wrong for fallin' in love (love, don't do it yo) I was wrong for fallin in love (they always said don't love a ho) But I just went against the grain It was a feelin' I can't explain (explain), and it felt like harmony (yeah) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (do-da-de) I don't want it to ever go away (I don't) I want it around me everyday (everyday) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (yeah) It was a feelin' I can't explain (can't explain), and it felt like harmony (harmony) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (uh yeah) I don't want it to ever go away (away) I want it around me everyday (everyday) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (he)

13 ContributorsThe Rain Lyrics Yeah, oh diddy oh diddy ohh... Ah-ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh Akon, Konvict Konvict Ah-ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh Konvict music, yeah The pressure's buildin' up (Oh), I feel like givin' up (Oh) How in the fuck am I gonna back my first album up? When everything has changed (Oh), it'll never be the same (Oh) Nobody knew me then, now everybody knows my name And I feel so ashamed I never been the kind of nigga that would complain But it's so crazy, man It's no different, every day, it's just the same thing Now it's been months out on the road On tour doin' so many different shows Head spinnin', feelin' like it's gonna explode And I just wanna know If anybody out there's feelin me I'm losin my mind and I can't believe I let this shit get the best of me And now I gotta let you know What's got me insane? Ohh, 'cause I can't stand the rain Ayy, it's hitting my window pane a little too much And now I gotta let you know What's got my face in a frown? Ayy, 'cause I can't stand the sound (Can't stand the sound) Ohh, the thunder that's crashing down upon my house (Ayy) 'Cause now I gotta let you know See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Now I got no more worries now (Now), my pocket's fatter now (Now) Look in the mirror, my reflection looks different now You're gettin' bigger, Akon, you need to settle down Why do I feel this way? Should I be happy or should I just ignore Everything that I've been given? Please help me Lord It's all over, but I can't escape the rain Now it's been months out on the road On tour doin' so many different shows Head spinnin', feelin' like it's gonna explode And now I gotta let you know If anybody out there's feelin me I'm losin my mind and I can't believe I let this shit get the best of me And now I gotta let you know What's got me insane? Ohh, 'cause I can't stand the rain (Can't stand it) Ayy, it's hitting my window pane (Can't stand it), a little too much That's why I gotta let you know What's got my face in a frown? (Yeah) Ayy, 'cause I can't stand the sound (Can't stand the sound) Ohh, the thunder that's crashing down (That's crashing down), upon my house Said now whoa diddy whoa diddy whoa

19 ContributorsBlown Away Lyrics Yeah (Crazy) It's one of the things, man, you gotta experience, you know what I'm talkin' about (Haha) It's where the going gets rough (Akon) The tough stay tough (Styles P) Ah-hah! Upfront, let's go Konvict, haha We in too deep to turn back now, D (Sure is) Watch yourself 'fore you get (Watch it) Blown away You know where I come from The place where your fade is a mic or a bull or dum-dum A jail cell, a pine box, and brothers are dumb young Still bust a gun for the slum that they come from Cops is the only ones they gon' run from They puttin' they hood up But 9 out of 10 of us ain't got good luck You gon' ride on a man and catch 25 Or get hit and get sent to the other side You lose both sides of the coin So me, I play the hood, baby, 9 in the groin Momma got a little church I could join, but I ain't go yet Man got a mosque I could join, but I ain't go yet Cool with the devil on my back, I'm in cold sweats About to do some dirt in some dirty black old sweats If you known, you should've shown the way Most the hood on the path to get blown away See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like 'Cause I was raised up to show no fear Cowardly hearts'll never last long here If you ain't man up to make shit clear Guaranteed you'll get blown away 'Cause I done seen the block break down tears And I done seen the cops break my peers Tryna hold on a couple more years Tryin' not to get blown away See, I ain't never shot nobody, but I'm known for fighting So when I strike, man, you think you been struck by lightning Shouldn't have to prove myself by killin' a nigga Even a child can take a life by pullin' a trigger Retaliation only takes anger mixed with passion See your target in the distance and keep on blastin' They say, "Guns don't kill people, people do" So when you hit, man, you feel that shit them evils do Can't see myself gettin' beat down, my eyes swollen Moms crying, really don't know what happened, my pride's stolen If I ain't got my heat, then I got a blade That can get you off me in so many ways 'Cause I was raised up to show no fear Cowardly hearts'll never last long here If you ain't man up to make shit clear Guaranteed you'll get blown away 'Cause I done seen the block break down tears And I done seen the cops break my peers Tryna hold on a couple more years Tryin' not to get blown away I keep my eye out for Jakes, ears to the streets Other eye out for snakes and these scandalous freaks If we ain't on good terms, don't bother to speak Don't smile and try to spark a convo with me Same thing make you laugh will make you cry Fuck around and let this quiet nigga here take your life Hate for it to be you the world sacrifice So somebody else could travel through the tunnel of life 'Cause I'm that type of guy I'll be there when you're ridin', but I stay to myself So if you see me out there with a bear and we fightin' Nigga, then go help the bear 'Cause I was raised up to show no fear Cowardly hearts'll never last long here If you ain't man up to make shit clear Guaranteed you'll get blown away 'Cause I done seen the block break down tears And I done seen the cops break my peers Tryna hold on a couple more years Tryin' not to get blown away

7 ContributorsHypnotized Lyrics Hoola lalala hoola lalala Hoola lalala lalalala Hoola lalala hoola lalala Hoola lalala Oh, I wanna be with you Oh, I know you want me too So can I get a toot toot for the lovers tonight Toot toot love when it's just right? Toot toot, it's about to go down So here we go, here we go now Why you gotta feel so right? Why you gotta, why you gotta leave me open wide? Love it when you love me right Why you gotta, why you gotta take over my mind? Every time, why you gotta take over my mind? Every time, why you gotta leave me hypnotized? Hoola lalala hoola lalala Hoola lalala lalalala Hoola lalala hoola lalala Hoola lalala See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Oh, you got me in your palms (hands) But I want, want you in my arms, yeah So can I get a toot toot for the lovers tonight Toot toot love when it's just right? Toot toot, it's about to go down So here we go, here we go now Why you gotta feel so right? Why you gotta, why you gotta leave me open wide? Love it when you love me right Why you gotta, why you gotta take over my mind? Every time, why you gotta take over my mind? Every time, why you gotta leave me hypnotized? Hoola lalala hoola lalala Hoola lalala lalalala Hoola lalala hoola lalala Hoola lalala You got my mind, girl, spinning 'round and 'round You got it spinning So far away, girl, where it can't be found Just go and admit Toot toot for the lovers tonight Toot toot love when it's just right? Toot toot, it's about to go down So here we go, here we go now Why you gotta feel so right? Why you gotta, why you gotta leave me open wide? Love it when you love me right Why you gotta, why you gotta take over my mind? Every time, why you gotta take over my mind? Every time, why you gotta leave me hypnotized? Hoola lalala hoola lalala Hoola lalala lalalala Hoola lalala hoola lalala Hoola lalalaEmbed

9 ContributorsGhetto (Arab Remix) Lyrics From Senegal to Damsko Convict Akon, Ali B and Yes-R Remix International remix Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh This goes out to my tatta's in the ghetto My Turkoes in the ghetto My Mocro's in the ghetto (Ghetto) 'Cause this goes out to the Anti's in the ghetto Maluku's in the ghetto The Joego's in the ghetto (Ghetto) Ghetto living These streets remind me of quicksand (Quicksand) When you're on it you'll keep goin' down (Goin' down) And there's no one to hold on to And there's no one to pull you out You keep on fallin' (Fallin') No one can hear you callin' So you end up self-destructing On the corner with the tuli on the waistline Just got outta the bing doin' state time Teeth marks on my back from the K9 Dark memories of when there was no sunshine 'Cause they said that I wouldn't make it (I remember like yesterday) Holdin' on to what God gave me See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like This goes out to my tatta's in the ghetto My Turkoes in the ghetto My Mocro's in the ghetto (Ghetto) 'Cause this goes out to the Anti's in the ghetto Maluku's in the ghetto The Joego's in the ghetto (Ghetto) Ghetto living Yo, snap het niet, je verdriet is diep van binnen Je wil wel opnieuw beginnen (Oh, oh) Maar je wordt geconfronteerd (Look out for the scotoe) En je ziet van die dingen, je broertje gearresteerd (And dont get locked up) Je vader zakt zachtjes neer, je moeder die kan niet meer Het doet je zeer, je dropt een traan en kijkt uit het raam Het is alsof je wijk getroffen is door een orkaan (Oh-oh) Overal liggen vuilniszakken, er lopen ratten (Yeah) Junkies die elkaar om een bolletje willen klappen (Ghetto) Politie rijdt voorbij en ziet iedereen als verdachte In een keiharde wereld is er geen ruimte voor een zwarte (It's so hard) Survival of the fittest, hoeveel heb je in petto? (No time for fatoes) Is de eeuwenoude vraag als je leeft in de ghetto ('Cause we're sole survivors) Whoever said that this struggle would stop today A lot of niggas dead or locked away Teenage women growing up with aids 'Cause that's the life when you're living in the ghetto Or eatin' in the ghetto Or sleepin' in the ghetto (Ghetto) That's the life when you're living in the ghetto Or eatin' in the ghetto Or sleepin' in the ghetto (Ghetto) Ghetto living Machakil ki taba3ouk ma 3endak lin gha temchi Biyen lemhabbes fel barrio makayen had li ghadi Y3awnek yqollek hdi balek, teqder t3eddel chi fdiha Teqder tewqe3lk f dqiqa, rah hta wahed fih tiqa Wa nteq sme3 lmoussiqa, f wahed tomobile jdida Chrajem mahlouline chi drari fihoum el ghira Tab3ouk chebrouk derbouk dawlik deniero Dik sa3 teht b laryah, w sme3t sawt d bombero Herqolk siyyara, saybo 3liha gazolina Ma kayn ghi lhayha fel mdina Katesme3 ghi lghawt del walida meskina Ka tchouf waldha ghadi yekber f had zbel La kounti saken fel ghetto, ma 3endekch lmoustaqbal This goes out to my tatta's in the ghetto My Turkoes in the ghetto My Mocro's in the ghetto (Ghetto) 'Cause this goes out to the Anti's in the ghetto Maluku's in the ghetto The Joego's in the ghetto (Ghetto) Ghetto livingEmbed

4 ContributorsLonely (Old Version) (Dirty) Lyrics Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody For my owwnnn I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody For my owwnnn I'm so lonely Yo, this one here Goes out to all my players out there, man Ya know, that got that one good girl, dog That's always been there, man Like, took all the bullshit Then one day she can't take it no more and decides to leave Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side Coulda sworn I was dreamin, for her I was feenin So I had to take a little ride Back tracking on these few years Trynna figure out what I do to make it go bad Cause ever since my girl left me My whole life came crashin' and I'm so See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (to call my own) girl I'm so lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (to call my own) girl I'm so lonely Can't believe I had a girl like you And I just let you walk right out of my life After all I put you through You still stuck around and stayed by my side What really hurt me is I broke your heart Baby you a good girl and I had no right I really wanna make things right cause Without you in my life girl I'm so Been all about the world ain't never met a girl That can take the things that you been through Never thought the day would come Where you would get up and run And I would be out chasing you Cause ain't nowhere in the globe I'd rather be Ain't no one on the globe I'd rather see Than the girl of my dreams that made me be So happy but now so lonely Never thought that I'd be alone (be alone) I didn't think you'd be gone this long (gone so long) I just want you to call my phone So stop playing girl and come on home (come on home) Baby girl I didn't mean to shout I want me and you to work it out (work it out, baby) I never wished I'd ever hurt my baby And it's drivin me crazy cause I'm so So lonely, (lonely) So lonely, (so lonely) Mr. Lonely, (lonely) So lonely, (so lonely) So lonely, (lonely) So lonely, (so lonely) So lonely Mr. Lonely

14 ContributorsNever Took the Time Lyrics A moment ago it seemed, it was yesterday You were here with me And everything seems to be the same What am I supposed to do With all these empty rooms? Sit here in solitude With the smell of your perfume You never took the time to know me You never took the time to understand You never took the time to know me, yeah ‘Cause loving you is all I ever had Said loving you is all I ever had This wasn't what I wanted to be A man in misery Girl, I look back a thousand times And can't believe that you left me (Why you leave me, baby?) Why can't you understand my pain? How can I explain? Girl, I don't know what I'm doing wrong I can't believe that your love is gone See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like ‘Cause you never took the time to know me (Said you never took the time to know me) You never took the time to understand (ohhhhh yeah) Said you never took the time to know me (Said you never took the time to know me) See, loving you is all I ever had (had, I had) Baby, loving you is all I ever had Ooh yeah, you're all I need You're all I see And I wish that we could do it again ‘Cause you never took the time to know me (Baby, you never took the time to know me) You never took the time to understand (Ohh-ohh-ohh, ohhh, yeah) Said you never took the time to know me, yeah (ohhh) Because of you, now I'm just a lonely man (ohh) Because of you, now I'm just a lonely man

20 ContributorsLocked Up (French Remix) Lyrics J'me suis fait coffrer comme un naze, en gard'av' comme un trophée J'déambule en ien-ch dans ma cellule Négro j'repense au Sénégal, à l'île de Gorée 41 balles pour un contrôle, le roi de la pop décoloré Tout l'monde y est allergique Certains craquent, tremblent, certains se coupent les veines,certains s'pendent pour être à l'air libre Bosser pour survivre, dealer pour vivre Pour que tu kiffes sur l'habillage, que ta biatch kiffe l'équipe La rue t'attends la rue te regarde Dans mes rêves y a que des putes, hélicoptères échelles grenades Sûr d'aller en calèche, d'y faire un p'tit stage C'est pas du ma-nec', la taule les halls les tours de manèges Certains figurent dans le Guinness pour leurs aller-retours Premier sa-medi du mois ton A.D.N. dans un Kleenex Sinon dans ma cellule, j'fais des pompes j'écris des textes, j'taf Et sur les murs j'ai des photos d'tass' I'm steady trynna find a motive Why do what I do ? The freedom ain't gettin' no closer No matter how far I go My car is stolen, no registration Cops patrollin', and now they done stop me And I get locked up See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like They won't let me out, they won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out no, they won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out, they won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out no, they won't let me out Headin' uptown to re-up Back with a couple keys The corner block's on fire Undercovers dressed as fiends Makin' so much money Ride up smooth and fast Put away the stash And as I sold the last bag fucked around And got locked up They won't let me out, they won't let me out My nigga I'm locked up They won't let me out no, they won't let me out I got locked up They won't let me out, they won't let me out Baby girl I'm locked up They won't let me out no, they won't let me out Sur terre, j'ai pû compter sur ma parole, la drogue et la daronne 745i, 9.2. izi Tous les chemins mènent à Rome ou à Washington Sisi j'enfile un passe-montagne, démons et anges m'accompagnent T'es dans le coffre de la bagnole, tu payes sans faire d'chichis Moi j'suis à Cuba, sirote un sky à la piscine Un peu de biff la rue est bleu ciel Prises 22 voilà les kissdés, le crime paie jusqu'à la perquis' Cause visitation no longer comes by Seems like they forgot about me Commissary is getting empty My cellmates getting food without me Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right But instead I'm here locked up They won't let me out, they won't let me out Oh I'm locked up They won't let me out no, they won't let me out My nigga I'm locked up They won't let me out, they won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out , they won't let me out Cause I'm locked up

2 ContributorsLonely (Remix) LyricsLonely I am Mr. Lonely I have nobody For my owwnnn I'm so Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody For my owwnnn I'm so Lonely Hey Yo, Arcangel Pa Yo, this one here goes out to all my players out there man. (Nana) Ya kno that got that one good girl dog that's always been (Nananana) There man like took all the bullshit then one day she can't (Nana) Take it no more and decides to leave (Nananana) Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side Coulda sworn I was dreamin For her I was feinin So I had ta take a little ride Back tracking on these few years Tryna figure out wat I do to make it go bad Cause ever since my girl left me My whole life came crashin and I'm so... Lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (to call my own girl) I'm so lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) For my own (to call my own girl) I'm so lonely Y yo pienso en ti dia a dia Sin ti mi alma esta vacia Ahora yo comprendo lo que tu sentias Ahora se lo que mi nena sufria Y oye duele saber que tu que perder Para aprender en el futuro saber mantener Una relacion que me lleno de querer Lonely (Solo) I'm Mr. Lonely (Muy Solo) I have nobody (No tengo nada) For my own (Si no estas) I'm so lonely (Solo) I'm mr. Lonely (Muy Solo) I have nobody (No tengo nada) For my own (Si no estas) I'm so lonely Solo Solo Muy solo No tengo nada Si no estas Solo Muy Solo No tengo nada si no estas Aracangel Pa Con sentimiento Akon Shadow Calidad musical Demasiado sentimeinto dedicado en especialmente A todas esas personas que han sufrido por amor Me entiendes Yo se que yo no soy el unico Pero recuerda algo Que estoy solo si tu no estas Me siento solo Me siento solo I'm so lonely I'm mr. Lonely I have nobody For my own I'm so lonely I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody For my own I'm so lonelySee Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also likeEmbed

9 ContributorsKeep You Much Longer Lyrics Wish I could keep you much longer I know you gotta go cause you got things to do Wish I could keep you much longer Now you too busy for me girl, like I was to you Wish I could stop by and maybe say "hi" Wish I could just stop by and lay by your side Wish I could just stop by and maybe say "hi" Wish I could just stop by and lay by your side The tables have turned And I've finally learned That this is making up for every day I was gone And that's why I'm concerned But now it's confirmed That you spread your wings and learned to fly but all alone Darkness in the night, I'll find that light for you As long as I got eyes, I'll have a sight for you Long as I'm alive baby, I'd die for you, wanna be with you Wish I could keep you much longer I know you gotta go 'cause you got things to do Wish I could keep you much longer Now you too busy for me girl, like I was to you See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like Wish I could stop by and maybe say "Hi" Wish I could just stop by and lay by your side Wish I could just stop by and maybe say "Hi" Wish I could just stop by and lay by your side You're always on my mind, while I'm racin' While I'm paper chasin' You were there when I said one day I'd get up out that basement Playin' as my agent For you there's no replacement You will always be my girl, you can hold me on that statement Darkness in the night, I'll find that light for you As long as I got eyes, I'll have a sight for you Long as I'm alive, baby, I'd die for you, wanna be with you Wish I could keep you much longer I know you gotta go 'cause you got things to do Wish I could keep you much longer Now you too busy for me girl, like I was to you Wish I could stop by and maybe say "Hi" Wish I could just stop by and lay by your side Wish I could just stop by and maybe say "Hi" Wish I could just stop by and lay by your side Baby, I know you and how we do Doing exactly what I taught you Gotta get that money first before you Come spend that precious time with your boo And know I gotta just take it Even though it's drivin' me crazy Always want to see my girl make it (Ooh, yeah) Wish I could keep you much longer I know you gotta go 'cause you got things to do Wish I could keep you much longer (I wish, I wish I could keep you so much longer) Now you too busy for me girl, like I was to you Wish I could stop by and maybe say "Hi" Wish I could just stop by and lay by your side Wish I could just stop by and maybe say "Hi" Wish I could just stop by and lay by your side Wish I could keep you much longer (Wish I could keep you, baby) I know you gotta go 'cause you got things to do Wish I could keep you much longer (Wish I could keep you, baby) Now you too busy for me girl, like I was to you Wish I could stop by and maybe say "Hi" (I just wanna keep you longer...) Wish I could just stop by and lay by your side Wish I could just stop by and maybe say "Hi" (I just wanna keep you longer...) Wish I could just stop by and lay by your side I just wanna keep you longer... I just wanna keep you longer...

7 ContributorsTime Is Money Lyrics This Big Meech from the richest black muthafucking gang in the world My nigga always say, there's only two things a nigga can do for you You either got time or money, can't have em both Nigga with money, ain't got no time Nigga with time, ain't got no money We don't have a lot of time around here - cause time is money Give me one minute, cause you tripping Too much time on your hands, you slipping Why you focused on all this dealing? When niggas coming in through the back door stealing? Crib on the hill: now that's good living Harder to reach when you make your first million So much money gotta stack to the ceiling And I'mma keep doing this forever, God-willing Real niggas like me don't catch feelings Only broke niggas be out there grilling Say you getting money but you ain't even tipping A big-booty girl in front of you dipping Fronting like you really doing all that shipping Mayne you gotta be, gotta be kidding Don't even try cause my weapon is hidden My nigga is ready to do some killing See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like I'mma tell you just one time: give me what's mine Cause I don't have time to waste I'll be on my grind, money on my mind And I don't stop getting paid Living this life of mine I don't know if you really got what it takes Hustling's in my blood: just won't go away Time, money, time, money Nigga with money, don't have no time Nigga with time, don't have no money Kon Live in one year, made millions Everybody got money: nigga, we chillin Ain't got no time: it's some bad feelings Especially when you want a little sexual healing Girlfriend's pulling, family's pulling In every direction, everybody need money My lifestyle redefine how y'all living If you keep it up I'll be broke in a minute My kinfolk's on the block and they dealing All my goons are still out there killing Man I be running, got no time to be skipping I'm trying to hit a home run in the 9th inning My bitch locked up, for a killing Taking care of mine, San Quen chilling That's my homie, you can trust that nigga Just a matter of time before I get back with him I don't know about you but I'mma ride for mine Everyday I'm out here trying to grind If I ain't got a 9 to 5 I'mma still get it Even if I gotta live a life of crime Clock's ticking but it's not a bomb Every minute passed is a dollar sign But there's money, no matter how much money you make None of that shit will really buy you time I am on the block still hustling crack If Babylon shoot, we busting back War on the streets, don't trust the police In other words: we really don't fuck with cops Came my way from the bottom of the block Where the good die young and the crime won't stop Someway, still make it to the top Time is money, so now it's back to this Glock

16 ContributorsTranslationsEnglishRomanizationChammak Challo Lyrics Girl, you're my छम्मक छल्लो Where you go, girl, I'm gonna follow What you want, girl, just let me know You can be my छम्मक छल्लो Shawty, I'm gonna get ya You know I'm gonna get ya You know I'll even let ya Let ya be my छम्मक छल्लो कैसा शर्माना, आजा नचके दिखा दे आ मेरी होले, आजा परदा गिरा दे आ मेरी आखियों से अँखियाँ मिला ले आ तू ना नखरे दिखा Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? तू मेरी छम्मक छल्लो तेरी picture का मैं hero Give it to me, girl, मुझको दे दो You can be my छम्मक छल्लो Shawty, I'm gonna let ya You know I'm gonna let ya You know I'll even let ya be my छम्मक, छम्मक छल्लो See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like कैसा शर्माना, आजा नचके दिखा दे आ मेरी होले, आजा परदा गिरा दे आ मेरी आखियों से अँखियाँ मिला ले आ तू ना नखरे दिखा Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh உன்னை தொட்ட என் உள்ளத்தை நொறுக்க மாட்டியோ என்னைப் போல பெண்ணை பார்த்து மயங்க மாட்டியோ கண்ணில் கண்ணை பூட்டி விட்டால் சிரிக்க மாட்டியோ என்னை உன்னில் சூடி விட்டால் ஒட்டிக்க மாட்டியோ कैसा शर्माना, तुझे नाचके दिखा दूँ आ मेरी होले, आजा परदा गिरा दूँ आ तुझे अंखियों में अपने बसा लूं आ तू ना नखरे दिखा Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Wanna be my छम्मक छल्लो? Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh