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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
Swizz Beatz (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) I introduce to you (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) The Queen Bee (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) She hold the crown in this game (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) Ladies and Gentleman... [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] It's the worlds famous, Lil' Kim, Queen Bee I am who I am, you just can't change me No matter what you do, you can't take the hood out me People been around me for years, don't know shit about me Dedicated, like Muslims makin' selat People steady try to make me into somethin' I'm not That's why I had to cut the grass, so I could see the snakes Copped the house on the hill so I could see the lakes What you thought? I'm a girl, couldn't make it alone Time to turn the heat up and get back in the zone One day my hairs orange, the next day it's green The trendsetter's back on your TV screen [Chorus: Mashonda] This is who I am (This is who I am) This is what I be (This is what I be) People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round) Tryna change me (Tryna change me) Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) No, no, no (No, no, no) Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) No, no, no (No, no, no) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] About five feet even, kinda small in the waist Rap's sex symbol, real pretty in the face So what I got even bigger titties than the lakes Still a sophisticated lady with millions in the safe Switch up flows like I switch up my clothes More than Wilt Chamberlain switched up his hoes I'm a profectionist, gotta stay on my toes Anything goes when you play with the pro's I got everybody rappin' about jewelry and cars Lil' Kim give you a platinum sixteen bars I'm the real thing, ya'll kareokee stars This is who I am [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] I'd rather be dead and rich than broke and livin' Without rap, I probably woulda been sellin' dope in prison With some Vera Wang khakis and Nolteychucks Suckin' the warden's dick in the back of the bus But God made me what I am today So I say things ya'll afraid to say Just 'cause you got a head start that don't make you strongest He who burns last, burns the longest Fuck what they say about me Fact is I'm the legacy of B.I.G. The Queen of New York, let's get this straight I'm about to be elected mayor of 718 [Chorus 2x] [Outro during Chorus Swizz Beatz] If you in the club You are listening to the sounds Of the [scratch] Queen Bee baby Ride the bar, Queen Bee baby Mashonda on the hook I go by the name of... the Monster Swizz Beatz You are listening to the Queen Bee Bee baby |
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from Swizz Beatz - Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories (2002)
Ruff Ryders
1, 2, 1, 2 Full Surface Ghetto stories Yeah yeah Swizz Beatz makin' it happen Listen what the fuck I gotta say I'm not a rapper, dog I'm from the hood I love the hood I rep the hood Lived in the hood Started on the grind Started with a nine Motherfucker, I had to earn mine A lot of niggas hatin' A lot of niggas watching A lot of niggas plotting A lot of hearts stopping I'm banging with the beats I'm banging with the streets I'm banging with the heat S to the double I to the double Z Niggas look at me Want no trouble B I'm just minding my business Making money, stacking chips Just minding my business You can catch me in a 360L or [Incomprehensible] Going down to Pasadena The rubber will peel Your head will peel Your bitches will squeal That's when these hoes dying Cause if I'm in court, guaranteed I'm lying Fuckers, I had to get my business right Had to get my money right Had to get my label right You can hate all you want I'm here forever Swizz Beatz part, whatever I'm here forever, bitch I'm the monster, get it all right Me and my niggas is dogs And we guaranteed to bite Inf gon' pop ya Cross gon' pop ya Waah gon' pop ya Dogs gon' stop ya We working out the building I started the beats, coming up out of the building Nigga, 2E and the building 700 The Bronx Tenements, where I came up Ain't nothing funny playa For this money, these niggas is hungry, playa That's right, I love the hood Respect the hood Support the hood Lived in the hood This is Swiss talking This is Swiss rocking Mother fucking thug nigga Up and New Yorking We love the hood We run the hood We own the hood Fuck what you sayin' dog You got a problem we gon' solve 'em You got beef we gon' bed that You got lead we gon' pop that I got heat I'ma rock that Motherfucking radio stations I drop that I'm the one that had ten songs At one time on the countdown Get your mind right Y'all fuckers thought I bounced forever Y'all niggas better get together or whatever I got beats galore I got beats that'll blow off your project doors Beats that'll flip over your Bentley X-R's Beats that'll make niggas ready for wars Beats for deaf, beats for blind Beats that'll make a thug nigga wanna cock his nine, oh Y'all niggas ain't hard to find Y'all niggas ain't out your mind, fuckers We love the hood From the hood In the hood Swizz Beatz and I'm here for good This is my ghetto story This is my ghetto story This is my ghetto story Oh, my God! Inf gon' pop ya Waah gon' pop ya Cross gon' stop ya Dogs gon stop ya Listen, doing this here Y'all niggas know this, we doing this here Beyotch |
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from Swizz Beatz - Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories (2002)
A yo I'm hot nigga and you should smell my breath Don't it smell like all I got is cavities left I hit the left lane nigga, cruise with the crews And fuck y'all haters - I refuse to lose You can't stop me, God cause I roll too hard No license, just a dumb P.B.A. card You know N.O.R.E., my shotgun will tear your chest up Leave your vest stuffed, face looking like ketchup So what's this out here, and the projects near, near? I pop Cris, but I'm good with a beer Me and Swizz get sound like world war Tanks falling over, big bombs that roar And helicopters is dropping on Faulk and Crenshaw Shit is bigger than how they see it If I die, then so be it Until then, I O.D. it, them hoes see it Motherfucking hoes see it [Chorus: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.] [Swizz Beatz] Yo!, y'all niggaz want to play around, you gone lay around [Swizz Beatz] Shots gone spray around, we gone stay around [N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E [Swizz Beatz] What the fuck y'all say y'all?! [N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E [Swizz Beatz] Like my guns won't spray y'all! [N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E [Swizz Beatz] What the fuck y'all say y'all?! [N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E., yo it's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E [Verse 2: N.O.R.E.] A yo I "switch blade" niggaz Bitch-made niggaz The Lord called on me, knowing my whole story I holler back like, "please Lord, just come for me" Niggaz analyze this, yo watch my wr |
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from Swizz Beatz - Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories (2002)
Ladies and gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen) As we proceed, to give you what you need Swizz Beatz (get money) Swizz Beatz (make money) Swizz Beatz (get money) I go by the name P. Diddy Ron Isley [over intro second time] Hey ladies, can I get a witness? Throw your hands in the air Throw your hands in the air (yeah! yeah!) Baby See I go to Las Vegas and I ball like a dog Me and my brother Ziety hog up the mall Mami so fly and I matched her car Matchin' mink with the matchin' dog We flew G4 so you know how we ball We came twenty deep, just me and my dogs Me, Puff, and Kiss, the Swischer sweet boy The birdman daddy I fly in any car It's the Birdlady baby and she Burberry Burberry So so fly like diamonds it's all karats Earrings rock her life so so fly She love twenty inches with the wide deep tires [Chorus (P.Diddy in background)] [Isley:] Hey ladies, can I get a witness? Lah da da da da-da Tell 'em what they dealin with Throw your hands in the air Throw your hands in the air (yeah! yeah!) Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin with Big house (throw your hands in the air) big butts Big cars (throw your hands in the air) superstars Jadakiss I'm from a town where it go down at Couple dudes is real but for the most part they low down rats And I don't know about the ghetto they hearin' I'm in the musty yellow McClaren You can't even tell how I'm steering It's too exotic, niggas act different kinda' funny I guess it's cause I'm dealin' wit a different kind of money And I don't wann |
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from Swizz Beatz - Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories (2002)
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory HIGH on your memory... I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get high - high - high - high (All the time) High-ighhhhhhh... (*laughing*) Everyday I need an ounce and a half S.P.; the only flower that you know, with a bounce in a half Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave I get, high cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around It take a blunt, just to ease the pain that humbled me now (whew) And I'd rather roll somethin up; cause if I'm sober dawg I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up I get high as a kite; I'm in the zone all alone motherfucker case I'm dyin tonight (it happen tonight) So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could (uh-huh) You got beef with Styles P, I come to splatter the hood I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time) HIGH on your memory... (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get high - high - high - high (All the time) I get high - high - high - high (*laughing*) High-ighhhhhhh... Aiyyo I smoke like a chim-in-ney {*inhaling*} Matter fact I, smoke like a gun, when a killer see his enemy I smoke like Bob Marley did; add to that that I smoke like the hippies did, back in the 70's Spit with the finishin touch - get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch I get high like the birds and the planes I get high when, bullets hit faces after words exchanged I get a rush, off the blood on the walls, you understand? Like the, M-5 pedal, when it's touchin the floor I get high cause fuck it, what's better to do? And I'ma never give a fuck (that's right) cause I'm better than you I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time) HIGH on your memory... (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get high - high - high - high (All the time) I get high - high - high - high (*laughing*) High-ighhhhhhh... I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse; I'm from a era where niggaz cause terror over guns and crack Where a doller bill is powerful; I smoke weed cause time seem precious, and I, know what a hour do (I know dat) High for a livin, gots ta, ride for a livin With my, real gangsta niggaz that'll die for a livin (die my niggaz) Shit I get as high as I could; cause if you see things like I see things, that I'ma die in the hood (right there) Motherfucker understand it's full service to you I don't smoke the weed if it ain't, purple or blue And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die (anybody) This is S.P., dump it in you bitch, I get high I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time) HIGH on your memory... (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (I am the Ghost) I get high - high - high - high (Float with me) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like birds to planes) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory" I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like, smokin dubs to the head) I get high - high - high - high High-ighhhhhhh... |
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from Swizz Beatz - Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories (2002)
Uh huh
(Off the top) Cash Money, Hot Boys (All to me nigga) You understand Say, Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it nigga I got work, bricks, money, pistols Hoes have bitch ass niggas runnin' with 'em Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks It's llello cola, heroin and boulders Stunna Corleone, nigga I told ya this Mack dimes, doin' time Uptown riders everybody been dinin' It's third wall nothin' but these uptown souljas N-Y G's, the barrel high rolla' It's Swizz and Stunna in a Ram stuntin' (Wassup) 20 inches, nothin' under (Wassup) It's glocks and bitches we been killin' snitches (Oh) Work? Fuck the Feds, nigga we livin' (Oww) Yo, ask me twice I ain't neva been nice Always been a gangsta poppin' willas don't bite Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin' Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin' (Let me see you do ya thing) Oh no, where's the bitches? Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas? Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar (C'mon) Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit (Let me see you do ya thing) C'mon, rep ya hood Let me see you do ya thing I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta Wit the 360 Modena parked diamond Savanna Life's too short, so a nigga stretch the Porsche And put the big screen in it It's like a nigga at the movies, when he sittin' in it Picture seems so vivid the windows all tinted Marble flo's in it, I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented So it's, no thing for me to pull a few strings to Get a, few things that cost a few G's You ain't passed it down to me, so it has to be Way it be, as you see I'm tryin' to find me a place in the hills Put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville I'm a always be where it's real (Nigga) And chill where the caps get peeled and niggas get killed (What) Till I die I'm a live till I can't no more Sell crack and bust guns till I'm at the morgue (What's up?) Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin' Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin' (Let me see you do ya thing) Oh no, where's the bitches? Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas? Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar (C'mon) Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit (Let me see you do ya thing) C'mon, rep ya hood Let me see you do ya thing I'm real, I'm steel, I'm hard to kill Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will Stunna Corleone, sellin' heroine Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown Casey Brice, ten the price Kill that nigga I'll shife his life It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work Bitch, nigga, I hate them niggas All I fuck wit is these real ass niggas It's Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money D give me the name, I'll bust a hundred It's Rolex, hoe don't flex I'm worth 200 mil, bitch what's next? It's full surface, Swizz that's next Nigga act up, we breakin' they neck Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin' Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin' (Let me see you do ya thing) Oh no, where's the bitches? Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas? Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar (C'mon) Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit (Let me see you do ya thing) C'mon, rep ya hood Let me see you do ya thing Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin' Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin' (Let me see you do ya thing) Oh no, where's the bitches? Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas? Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar (C'mon) Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit (Let me see you do ya thing) C'mon, rep ya hood Let me see you do ya thing Whoa, whoa Break it out, whoodi |
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Yeah uh yeah
Cho. we came here to rock the spot tonight alright and u can smoke ur smoke or drink ur drink cuz bitch it's alright(alright)2x Verse:1 throught the door i know the night is gonna be wild step in uh huh bartender see me they smile i'm like their bestfreind me and some wild dressed thugs like to see me but sippin thugs wut they love single bottle people and they came in from the beginning start me off soft bacardi lime a twist of lemon never fails situation hectic when we slide out thats my shit thats all you hearing people cry out. |
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from Zeebra - The New Beginning (2006)
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[Swizz Beatz:] Whoo! [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Let's get it started Let's get it started Let's get it started Let's get it started What ya wanna do What ya wanna do What ya wanna do What ya wanna do [Chorus] [Verse 1: Zeebra] Ore ga Z Double E-B-R-A Zenhoui konasu Kevin Garnett Smooth Operator norasu Sade On and on and on Marude Ja-Ne Gaki no koro ni kidzuiteta Suta-sei Marude ito kono namae wa Ja-Mein Dakedo korasu isogaba maware Frank Sinatra ja ne kedo I do it My Way Yotte kina fucking na A-Ke-Do Let's Have Some Fun like Bar-Kays NASDAQ JASDAQ atari no market I share everything cause that's what the judge say Marude kiiroi Ma-Kasu Ga-Vei Buffalo solider, yeah Bob Marley Kyuuseishu to iya Ore ka Kanye Swizz Beatz hametara daremo ka kanawanee [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Swizz Beatz] One two, one two Swizz on the mic Zeebra on the mic You don't wanna fight (Come on) We all in the club Show us some love You're acting all tough, man, show us some love Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor We put your hands up and tell 'em "Give me some more!" Let's get it started Let's get it started I'll pull out the Bentley and I get retarded Zeebra, what you wanna do Tell 'em what you wanna do Make a couple mil' Tell 'em by the mil, too (Hands in the air) Roll up in the club The chickens showin' love The Swizz Beatz, the monster What it is [Swizz Beatz:] Let's get it started Let's get it started Zeebra Crazy And act retarted Zeebra What you wanna do Tell me What you wanna do Tell me What you wanna do Tell me Talk to 'em (Let's go) [Verse 3: Zeebra] Hey yo, ladies, choushi wa dou, ma Kore ga far east saikou no flow, ma Kakena Mad Cobra Material Girl saa norina Madonna Ore no Buraza- no Buraza- wa Oma Nesta connection, deep in California Brooklyn Atari naraba Tony Toca Kyodai na family, motsu Coast Nostra Buttee fuck marude Rojya Yabai byousha wa Jyorujio Moroda Marude Michael Jordan Kaigai no media ga iu, I got a world on my shoulder Nihon no Roc-A-Fella marude Hova A-Barianjimu Takin' Over Sutori-tO Ko-Na Kurabu no Furoa Marude Yo-Da kyuuhyaku nen blow up [Chorus x2] |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Uhh, yeah yeah yeah Yo yo, come on Come on eve, swizz beats Drag-on baby We want y'all to move right now Break 'em down Put 'em up Shake 'em down Pat 'em down Then bat 'em down Get the gun Gat 'em down Get the rope tie 'em up Strike a match lite 'em up Then fly 'em up to the spot a pile of dust Get the chips stack 'em up bag a bitch dig her out Then kick 'em out let dogs sick 'em out All i do is tell 'em get the tissue I only fuck wit chicks that suck nuts out of pickles You want problems? well i'll solve 'em and make examples I love bustin out crowds so all people get trampled Spit crowds wit the 4-5 Like when moses split the tide Those that froze chose to die Stay higher than a hello, how you doin? Burn the rubber till the tires ruin Burn a coat of fire human Cause this drag Burnin like the grits on al green's back Causin a switch rock Hold on dog Who want some of this, gun right here All y'all clown niggas put your hands in the air Is it you over there? is it you over there? Is it you, is it you, is it you right there? Nigga, this ain't that shit that you used to bounce to This that thing that you smoke a ounce to I'm gonna do it, even without you I pop all them clown niggas around you This for my playas thats swingin the 4-4 Wildin out, bustin at po-po Comin over here, you got to go yo Y'all think y'all got beats it's so so Swizz fallen off, nigga thats oh no Y'all remain let the dogs go Listen y'all i stick in the streets like cleetes Y'all niggas know swizz beats uhh Yo, yo ,yo Nigga pack up, watch a pro player get her stack up Cowards in my way any second then he plaqued up Dogs all behind me roll out, section racked up Simple situation blown away cause you backed up Watch out now know you heard about the ruff ryde Deaded at the door watch the floor, who the tough guy? Brick house run 'em down knwo what we about shut 'em down Keep these niggas like "here she comin now" Yo in public yo i'm evil Fuck wit only people that i know thats my peoples The fake shit i see through Hated just to be you cause faggots is lame Get fucked say "gettin fucked" nigga why change? It's anotha that was sweet takin out Anotha that i peep fakin out Tryin to take the easy route A yo look i hold it down got my back while we ride It's over for you fake ass bitches come on and hide Swizz!! |
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It's me bitches
show time Chillin In My Beamer Listen To Ether Bumpin Through Ya Speakers Know I Got The Heaters Rockin Dont Stop I Get The Rockin Dont Stop I'm Bangin Em Beats You Know I Like That Hip Hop Stop Freeze U know who it is It's me snitches smoke good eat good drink good f Good come into the club stuntin like like you should my shit on fire i dont need no gasolina im comin through ya block with the deuce 2 Seater ring the alarm alarm man call me the sand man when I drop beats Im the one man band man cash rules everything around me cream get the money dolla dolla bills ya'll F EM freeze u know who it is it's me bitches vida loco flyin through popo see me in that 4 door that Bentley Espoka benz all lethal my rims so lethal u front ima ima shoot that ass like a free throw sniffin that yayo tryna be sosa tryna act tough when thats some black chocha i aint gotta shoot ya i could just choke ya you tryna make dolla i could just show ya freeze you know who it is its me bitches chillin in my beamer listen to ether bumpin through ya speakers know i got the Heaters Rockin dont stop I get the rockin dont stop Im Bangin Em Beats you know I like that hip hop stop freeze you know who it is its me bitches smoke good eat good drink good f Good come into the club stuntin like like you should my shit on fire i dont need no gasolina im comin through ya block with the deuce 2 Seater ring the alarm alarm man call me the sand man when I drop beats Im the one man band man cash rules everything around me cream get the money dolla dolla bills ya'll F EM freeze u know who it is its me bitches its me bitches |
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Awh man big munny comin Wooh I've been I be walkin to the... to the clubs, through the neighbourhoods {okay} They all be on the same page, you know what they be sayin... Here come big munny, here come big munny They see the watch n chain, the money ain't a thang they like Here come big munny, here come big munny I walk up n tha club n everybody out my name they like Here come big munny, here come big munny I pull up n tha block n shake tha whole shit down they like Here come big munny, here come big munny huh, huh, huh, two two one I took tha king kong gorilla fuck a nigga type flow That big bear ?? choke a nigga tike-do You niggas talkin fast {but cha money movin slow} Them niggas actin tough {but cha niggas all broke} They like here come big munny, here come big munny Niggas talkin shit but they ain't taking the shit from me I be on tha block with the whole black drop I got the cream on cream n it ain't goin stop Cause I be cruisin in tha Lambo lookin like Rambo tank top With the bandana on, on Ya'll niggas is actin tough but chu know it's on They be yellin on tha block cuz I be bringin it on and they like... Na, na, na, na, na, na From tha paper everybody want a little drama Got movie stars "wanna be my baby momma" Imma on too ?? slash monsta Just got that clerk from that chick name Madonna My bank account say zero, zero, zero, comma Zero, zero, zero, comma, it's my time to shine cha Blind cha, let me remind ya Homie I don't know u I'd blow u like some Gandha Oh yeah, they be thinkin bout my money when i'm walkin {walkin} They be thinkin bout my money when i'm talkin {talkin} They ain't givin a dime for tha Cuz I'm on the fuckin grind for tha That's why they always sayin... If New York get tha {big munny} Atlanta get tha {big munny} It don't matter where you from you stay on your grind See you keep gettin {big munny} Swizz Beatz {big munny} When I in da club I make it rain on yo ass Like I brought my child {big munny} I brought him to the {big munny} One day you could be broke and break over a pocket full of goddam {Big munny} how he get tha {big munny} It don't really matter as long as where you are, they say...
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from Swizz Beatz - One Man Band Man (2007)
WHOO! Yeah yeah (Swizzie!)
It's showtime! Yeah Y'all know who it is! (Y'all know who it is!) I'ma get it poppin like I'm used to (let's get it poppin) Do y'all niggaz bust ya guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!) Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? (Damn right we make 'em cum!) Do y'all niggaz bust ya guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!) Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? (Damn right we make 'em cum!) I make 'em all say (all say) OH-OHH, OH-OHH, OH-OHH, OH-OHH OH-OHH, OH-OHH, OH-OHH, OH-OHH (let's go) Be in the scene, I'm makin that cream Them haters always say "What the hell does that mean?" I'm comin through your block, got somethin mean (mean) The Ferrari pink, it blings (blings) Yep, I got suede in my dash I got your chick ready to kiss my ass I go to the club man, it's no cash That black card make them chicks move FAHST Can you hear me now? Can you see me now? I throw on my jeans tucked then it's out now T.I. made them suckas +Bring it Out+ now The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it! Man... now engine engine, number 9 You talkin crazy, you lose your mind And if that chucker wanna throw that stack Well pick it up, HEY, pick it up - you don't know me But Kanye know my name; Timbo, know my name Pharrell, know my name; Scotty, know my name Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up C-Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up Kicks, snares, change the beat game C-Cali like Big said, and Big did I hope nobody got offended what I said You wanna act crazy I aim for your head {*BLAM*} I got a special guest for y'all He go by the name of Drag dash, get 'em man! Guess who's back in your buildin ya big pimpin Drag-dash-On, now come on, look two childrens It's Drag dash BITCH, Mr. Backdraft BITCH Bust a slug like I blub, blap-blap BITCH (we're not done) Bitches know, niggaz love the way my flow SWITCH Scratch my twinkles, tingle make a nigga ITCH I ain't gotta tell you how I spit propane I'm at the gun range cause I ain't got no aim (talk to 'em Drag!) Get at you rappers spit the stank in yo' lane My shit been clappin since Don did "The Soul Train" I'm back like when baking soda do cocaine Drag to the dash, I'm in the hood like lo mein The Drag album comin soon too We got Needlz on the beat man Them drums is too cold cut-able man, geah! Bakka-bakka, shots flowin here Swizz, get 'em! Whattup? Lox album, Eve album "One Man Band Man" bitch! |
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from Swizz Beatz - One Man Band Man (2007)
[intro:]
yea yea yea yea (yall know who it is) Swizzy. Snackz on da beat man its crazy {The album out man} its crazy its just so crazy NEW FIX! [chorus:] Ya know ya boy did that Ya know ya boy did that Ya know ya boy did that Ya know ya boy did that Man im four-wheelin' dont care about ya feelin's Came through a new roof i had to drop the ceilin' Made a lil paper its off of drug dealin drunk about it big about it man i swear i get dat damn rite my ghouns gon' shoot{yea} damn rite my chicks look cute{yea damn rite im in dat coop {yea} hold up, lets talk about it be about it man [verse 1:] ya got a lil paper and you think you all front, but it all means nothin to me i mean ya got a lil Benz and ya top come off, but its all small stuff to me i get my paper in Vegas, i get my paper in AZ niggaz on the radio, the DJ play me its SWIZZY, busy, gets busy baby cookin in the kitchen, man i got that gravy [chorus:] Ya know ya boy did that Ya know ya boy did that Ya know ya boy did that Ya know ya boy did that Man im four-wheelin' dont care about ya feelin's Came through a new roof i had to drop the ceilin' Made a lil paper its off of drug dealin{yea yea yea} ya know ya boy did that [verse 2:] Man down but no cannons found Thats how shit go from where im 'round Niggettes will get CRAZAY, or get ?? Talk tough and then kidnap your baby coole' man, dont be a foole' man see my boys, they'll hit you wit dat toole' man see you dropped out, you shoulda stayed in schoole' man you's a dumb-dumb, dont get foole' man its sweet i gotta eat, i guess i gotta creep i was livin wit my lil bitch for a week the bitch kicked me out, im at my other bitches house these bitches wanna walk and wanna fuck when im at they house i got my gat and my snub, and my rubber glove quick to bust nigga cuz they aint no love aint no handshakes, and no hugs The city im from is nothin but thugs {talk to me, talk to me} [Chorus;] you know the boy did that you know the boy did that you know your boy did that you know your boy did that Man im four-wheelin' dont care about ya feelin's Came through a new roof i had to drop the ceilin' Made a lil paper its off of drug dealin [Verse 3:] 1999, i did that took the hard street ?? and i did that {yep} it all started from a little corner drink i turned that thing into a million dollar steam Yea, you know the boy did that i bought my first car i didnt know where to live at but i got a little smarter got my peep game up and worked a little harder {woo!} then i flipped the game and then i raised the bar and then i raised my name and then i raised my price then i did that right now im 96 million, aint that right? (i did it man) [chorus:] [chorus:] Ya know ya boy did that Ya know ya boy did that Ya know ya boy did that Ya know ya boy did that Man im four-wheelin' dont care about ya feelin's Came through a new roof i had to drop the ceilin' Made a lil paper its off of drug dealin ya know ya boy did that [talking in background until end] what yall want me to do man? hahaha from 20... how old am i? im 28 wit 96 million so i mean... my catalog is a senior citizen...my number's a senior citizen's... im just givin yall a good reason to vibe to... showin yall a whole 'nother side... snize on the drums, kicks, leers and all the pretty sounds... i aint gotta do em like dis man its 2007 man, its a whole new breed comin out what yall want me to do? NEW THINGS! {hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey, hey, hey} |
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from Swizz Beatz - One Man Band Man (2007)
The funeral now wants a piece of the action, fuck relaxing
I ant been to a funeral since Jackson Known shit I ant going to my own shit Trying to figure out what the fuck they calling me for? It's a death detour Kinda funny Could it be my mom trying to kill me for insurance money? (Whoa whoa whoa) Hold up let me clear that up I ant saying my mother killed me for insurance money but uhh, that's the story??짖€??짝 anyway That chick who went killed her parents and got rich, Set their house on fire then watched them lynch, Ever since its been nothing but black clouds and black cats, And every night I see a old man with black slacks An ex preacher rapes his niece but who cares, For 15 years I ran down the stairs he disappears But I often, Smell a coffin Before I hop in it (deaths calling) Ain't no stopping it Maybe death is coming cause they did things different, Like killed you in your crib right in front of your infants Right next to the crib, with the blood on the bib. They energize like the generator throw you down the incinerator I'm no imitator, I'm straight veil for it black and got a hole in it When I fell through But I must you tell you Ain't shit they can do to me that hasn't been done under the dirt I'm under the gun I'm not ganna run So pull your four four out your holsters (holsters) Cock back one time and call ghostbusters I know hustlers that been killed for spilt like Obi dressed in silk I thought he was built till his brain flew Should of seen the way his head tilt Poor Papi I wonder how he filled up in the autopsy (I'm glossy) looking like a fossil up in heaven singing gospel While I'm at home with these wearing rosary beads Those his keys? Should have been given to me So I can flip'em in a dream Bail straight outta Hell and move to Fort Lauder dale Where death cant tell if your dead or alive I've seen many shot and stab and some survived The funeral, Man the funeral |
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from Swizz Beatz - One Man Band Man (2007)
Say cheese
Right now I need y'all to get your cameras out So y'all can get a good picture of what young money look like Or young hustlers or a young entrepreneur look like Or a young nigga on the grind look like So I need y'all to get your cameras out, right now Take ya cameras out, get your flash right Now I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Let me pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Man, I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Get ya cameras out, get your flash right Now I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Let me pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Man, I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Wake up in the mornin' and my chef cooked me breakfast Then brush ma teeth, then I put on my necklace Didn't think about what car to ride Is it Phana or the, the Lamgocha' I got got stuff for you haters, I make my paper you haters When I see you in the street, I don't speak to you haters So you never thought you'd see a young fly nigga ball You see me on top, see me rollin', see me fall It's like a jungle sometimes, it make me wonder How I keep from goin' under when I rock with ten summers And I still get my numbers and I still stay humble I got niggas like, 'Damn, dog, how he do that' I'm on that music, big homie, I got my U-N-S, big homie And he ain't your nigga, so what can you do to me, big homie And I'm cool right now, if I stop right now Oh, and I can raise 5 mill' a day right now Take ya cameras out, get your flash right Now I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Let me pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Man, I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Get ya cameras out, get your flash right Now I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Let me pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Now, I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing I told ya I'm thinkin' of my master plan 'Cause ain't nuthin' but money inside my hand I ain't talkin' 'bout a measly 100 grand Talkin' 'bout big money, get that paper, man Picture me rollin' in ma '64, flyin' in my G5 Landin' in the sand, put my feet up in the sand Grindin' all the time, makin' money while I can It's a Kodak moment, take a picture while you can Yes, you can, can, a can, can take a picture with your friend, friends Even though I missed my flinger goin' to France, man I gotta stop and show love to all my fans, man They never pictured they'd see me Take ya cameras out, get your flash right Now I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Let me pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Now I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Now what I need everybody to do right now Is to get your cameras out Either your camera phone or your Sony Or whatever you gonna do And I'm a pose so you can get a snap, snap Get a, get a snap, snap, get a, get a snap, snap Get a, get a snap, snap, get a, get a snap, snap Get, get a snap, snap I'm a pose so you can get, get a snap, snap Take ya cameras out, get your flash right Now I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Let me pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Man, I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Get ya cameras out, get your flash right Now I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Let me pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Man, I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Get ya cameras out, get your flash right Now I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Let me pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Man, I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Get ya cameras out, get your flash right Now I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Let me pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Man, I'm a pose so you can picture me doin' my thing Cheese, say cheese Say cheese, say cheese Say cheese, say cheese |
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from Swizz Beatz - One Man Band Man (2007)
WOO WOO SWIZZY
wherever you are shine who ever you are shine wherever you are shine who ever you are shine wherever you are shine who ever you are shine hey hey i told ya Ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on i'm just i'm just doin my thing i'm just i'm just do doin my thing heey yep hey yep heey yep hey i said i'm ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on i'm just getin my hood on i'm in the hood bouncin sprain like a fountain money like a mountain tell me why ya doubtin i know why ya doubtin cuz we getin paper ey tell em again swizzy we getin our paper i'm in the hood top down wit my jewelry on me on me wit security on me i got my goons on me i get em off me i shake them hateas off me i said get em off me peoples is you with me my peoples is you with me if you got a problem that sucka come and get me yall know my name you see the candy paint it spell my name SWIZZY Ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on i'm just i'm just doin my thing i'm just i'm just do doin my thing heey yep hey yep heey yep hey i said i'm ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on it's like bum bum bum bum bum you know the black is bumbin feenz on the corner man you know the black is bumbin speakers in yo trunk shit thumpin they playin my song people is jumpin now we got a little block party yall it aint nuthin but henny and bacardi yall sittin on the stoop on the milk crate how you livin life suppose to say grate grater yall came form nothin inta somethin why these niggas hatin why these nigga fruntin we just riddin with our tops down since i wrote this somebody got shot know Ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on i'm just i'm just doin my thing i'm just i'm just do doin my thing heey yep hey yep heey yep hey i said i'm ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on This chick said swiss i wanna ride in ya viper i said hell naw don't you know that's a spiker number 2 there are only 20 in the world you sit in my seat it will change the world i'm fresh to death like a million bucks threw on my luis hat put on my chucks step out the viper she said oh no i said be easy chick you know i gotta go Ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on i'm just i'm just doin my thing i'm just i'm just do doin my thing heey yep hey yep heey yep hey i said i'm ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on shine wherever you are shine who ever you are shine wherever you are shine who ever you are shine wherever you are shine who ever you are shine hey hey hey shine |
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from Swizz Beatz - One Man Band Man (2007)
It's Showtime
She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking' round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like right I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl She got her hand up but i tryna pay that girl Now what ya'll wanna do do Wanna be ballers shot callers brawlers give me ur numba i beat she gon call ya Come on dawg she want u to spoil her Cristian Dior and them new Fendi bags Anything is good cause it's better than she had She sitting at the bar and she's lookin' so sad Something 'bout uh uh I wanna ride in your jag Uh uh uh I wanna ride to your house I said 'easy chick I fly to my house' I live so far think I live down south Why don't you pull it out my pants and put it in yo mouth echoes She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like right I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl She got her hand up but i tryna pay that girl I see ya you got ya best shoes on Good dress on I mean you got your best on I'm sitting at the back drankin' viva glico The caroselito you know how we do before them models came you wasn't fkin with my niggas My homies say wassup you saying nothing to my niggas Come on girlfriend why you fronting for my niggas They come and that paper is nothing for my niggas Don't you know we got that money in the money in the bank I repeat Don't you know we got that money in the bank You ain't getting none from me or my bank Better get you own g g get out my face face She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking round actin all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like right I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl She got her hand up but i tryna pay that girl It's started like soft and warm Don't get excited I've been invited to the quiet storm Now its out of hand cause she told me she hate me And then she said what the hell I've done lately Plus she said all she want is love and affection Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection Took her out bought her all kinds of things But it wasn't enough so this is the song I sing Cause she broke She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking round actin all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like right I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl She got her hand up but i tryna pay that girl |
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from Swizz Beatz - One Man Band Man (2007)
Trying hard to speak
and Yeah Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction It's Real Crazy What Chu Want Me To Do What Chu Want Me To Do A What Chu Want Me To Do A What Chu Want Me To Do I Mean I Mean I'ma Let Cha Know Any way you can You Know What Time It Was The time was the late 80's every block had a stray dog with rabies fiends through away their crack babies argued' with my brother to see who picked the mouse up 'memba i opened up the oven door to heat the house up Everyday polices swarm coming home from school with brains on your uniform i wish i could fly away on a unicorn im from the ghetto & everyday a human's born so who cares if im stretched out on the scene surrounded by homicide's forensic team yellow tape haters glad that im dead pedestrians walking by & they just shaking dey head & sayin Trying hard to speak and Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction I Mean Life Is What Chu Make It Mann Its all part of the plan When something is broken What Chu Want Me To Do And you try to fix it What Chu Want Me To Do Trying to repair it I Had To Tell Em What's Hot What's Not What should What shouldnt be come on yall who's to say what couldnt be look at me im the nicest not the icyest sometimes i wake up & ask god who's life is this i look at these eyes im only in this body if you only could understand the visions that i carry My ethics would be like Puff Daddy When he intern Men play with fire Men get burned To talk about this the only thing ive earned is i can rap or talk about killing you like this or puttin a hole in ya head the size of that but that'll be cheating myself & i can't do that mann Trying hard to speak and I Mean Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction Its all part of the plan Wassup When something is broken What Chu Want Me To Do And you try to fix it Huh What Chu Want Me To Do Trying to repair it You Better Get Out Get Up & Get Something Any way you can Im Stressed Out Mann It all ends up on the back street in a abandoned building where the crack heads meet all you hear is Coughs Inhaling & Lighters flicking They be smoking Baby's dead Rat poison in the kitchen they so high walking by thinking she's sleep don't even put her in the crib just cover her with a sheet this is me in that building 17 with the bundles & the gun up on me & ill shoot any nigga that run up on me & for two years my moms been looking for me crying runnin' up on other kids thinking it's me by now i aint got no heart nigga im a gang member throwin it up & im ready to stomp Trying hard to speak and Fighting with my weak hand Watch Out Watch Out Driven to distraction When You Go After The Top Then It's All On You Dog When something is broken And you try to fix it Trying to repair it Any way you can Damn Can You Help Me Can You Help Me |
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from Swizz Beatz - One Man Band Man (2007)
It's me snitches... Chillin In My Beamer, Listen To Ether Bumpin Through Ya Speakers, Know I Got The Heaters Rockin Dont Stop, I Get The Rockin Dont Stop I'm Bangin Em Beats, You Know I Like That Hip Hop, Stop Freeze U know who it is... It's me snitches! smoke good eat good, drink good, f*** Good come into the club stuntin like-ike you should my shit on fire i dont need no gasolina im comin through ya block with the deuce 2 Seater ring the alarm alarm man, call me the sand man when I drop beats, Im the one man, band man cash rules everything around me cream get the money, dolla dolla bills ya'll (F*** EM) freeze u know who it is... it's me snitches vida loco, flyin through popo see me in that 4 door, that Bentley Espoka benz all lethal, my rims so lethal u front, ima ima shoot that ass like a free throw sniffin that yayo, tryna be sosa tryna act tough when thats some black chocha i aint gotta shoot ya, i could just choke ya you tryna make dolla i could just show ya freeze you know who it is... its me snitches! chillin in my beamer, listen to ether bumpin through ya speakers, know i got the Heaters Rockin dont stop, I get the rockin dont stop Im Bangin Em Beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop freeze you know who it is... its me snitches smoke good eat good, drink good, f*** Good come into the club stuntin like-ike you should my shit on fire i dont need no gasolina im comin through ya block with the deuce 2 Seater ring the alarm alarm man, call me the sand man when I drop beats, Im the one man, band man cash rules everything around me cream get the money, dolla dolla bills ya'll (F*** EM) freeze u know who it is... it's me snitches
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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[Repeated throughout] Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Swizz Beatz yes Yo Drag, I seen this girl man, she was crazy [Chorus: Swizz Beats x2] From her hair to her lips To her nails to her shoes (Come on) She bang bang boom! Got hips, got ass That'll make a nigga crash (Come on) She bang bang boom! [Verse 1: Drag-On] Know me from Split These Bars Know me from Down Bottom Now I switch my cars Got a house down bottom If you wanna come and cop them bricks you know Uptown got 'em Tell your man be easy ma, he don't want no problem I'm bout my money man, I got that country slang Look at the way she shake that thing But you plottin' on my bling But we don't play them type of games around here Keep the gray pound somewhere around here Please don't let your shorty loose around here Cause I'll take her lil' ass around there Shorty booty bangin' Tell me what you thinkin' Drag keep em bouncin' Swizz keep em singin' [Chorus: x2] [Verse 2: Drag-On] My money got long figgas Her rings on the wrong finger (Hey shorty) You done married that wrong nigga What's your sign ma? Let me guess ma, Capricorn ma? Am I Wrong ma? (uh-uh) What you sayin' who you bangin' who you slidin' wit Pack your friend who you bringin' who she ridin' wit Cause we ain't ready tryin' to stay around here My thugs around cause there's too many clowns around here (Hey shorty) We don't smoke that brown here Strictly that green here, that the black green here (yeah) Do the damn thing, sex-a-bang-bang It's all the same thing Swizz make em sing [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3: Drag-On] Mommy put ya hands up, hush ya man up Tryin' to play gorilla My clips are bananas, so don't slip I do what gangstas do, but don't get it confused My floors mostly sand so you ain't gotta bring ya shoes My crib is half house, half beach Sit yo booty on this king size and see the sea I'm a lil' freaky-o, I might lick ya toes I got more zero's on my one's than Cheerio's See your stilleto, shoes, your mac lip gloss And ain't a dime chick that Drag didn't floss Shorty booty bangin' Tell me what you thinkin' Drag keep em bouncin' Swizz keep em singin' [Repeat Chorus] |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 3 (2009)
{"On to the next one, on to the next one" - *repeat in background*}
(Intro: Swizz Beatz) + (Jay-Z) I got a million ways to get it (uh-huh, geah) ... Choose one (choose one, hey) Ay, bring it back, bring it back (uh-huh) Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey (Jay-Z) Hov' on that new shit, niggaz like "How come?" Niggaz want my old shit, buy my old album Niggaz stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin Niggaz make the same shit, me I make +The Blueprint+ Came in the Range, hopped out that Lexus Every year since, I been on that next shit Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records Used to rock a throwback, ballin on the corner Now I rock a teller suit, lookin like a owner No I'm not a Jonas, Brother I'm a grown-up No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones I move onward, the only direction Can't be scared to fail, searchin perfection Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we sexin But don't be mad at him when he's on to the next one (Chorus: Swizz Beatz) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey I got a million ways to get it ... Choose one Ay, bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey (Jay-Z) Fuck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one And fuck that Auto-Tune cause we *onnnnn* And niggaz don't be mad cause it's all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I used to drink Cristal, the muh'fucker's racist So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade shit You gon' have another drink or you just gon' baby-sit On to the next one, somebody call the waitress Baby I'm a boss, I don't know what they do I don't get dropped, I drop the label World can't hold me, too much ambition Always knew it'd be like this when I was in the kitchen Niggaz in the same spot, me I'm dodgin raindrops Meanin I'm on vaca', chillin on a big yacht Yeah I got on flip-flops, white Louie boat shoes Y'all should grow the fuck up, c'mere let me coach you Hold up (Chorus) (Jay-Z) Uhh, +Big Pimpin'+ in the house now Bought the land, tore the muh'fuckin house down Bought the car, tore the muh'fuckin roof off Ride clean, I don't ever take the shoes off Bought the jeep, tore the muh'fuckin doors off Foot out that bitch, ride the shit like a skateboard Navigation on, tryin to find my next thrill Feelin myself, I don't even need an X pill Can't chill but my neck will Haters really gon' be mad off my next deal Uhh, I don't know why they worry 'bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin in the projects Had her out in Bed-Stuy, chillin on the steps Drinkin quarter waters, I gotta be the best M.J. at Summer Jam, Obama on the text Y'all should be afraid of what I'm gon' do next Hold up (Chorus) edited by Dean Jones |
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from Styles P - Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) (2007)
<Intro: Swizz Beatz>
Swizzie! (Ghost!) Yeah, Smoke, now S.P. C'mon, S.P. C'mon Ghost - It's showtimes, It's showtime! Ghost - Lighters in the air! <Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) <Styles P> Mind blown and I'm tore down Still Blow an once and a half, even more now Yeah, put your lighters in the air, light it up in here Yeah, put it in the air, see if I'm a puff in here You should find that I came to blow my mind out Pass it and you dorp it I'm a put you on time out Like Joe Frazier I'm smokin, mere bang out in the open In the tub, but it feel like the ocean I swear to God it be floatin And I don't need a car to be coastin, you could say that I'm boastin But this is S.P., and I know my time When I hear showtime, I'm a blow my mind <Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) <Styles P> The black hippie, the sack with me, the lighter too I have dreams of Amsterdam everynight or two(Amsterdam) I feel good, the sky couldn't be a brighter blue Sun lookin like a tangerine You got green and it's mean, brother hit me like a tambourine I need a minute to myself, second to my self Pass the dutchie on the left, Whoever's suckin on the L I'm a need candy cause I know my breath is gon' smell I don't get sleep but some good restin off a L Mind blown, time fly, time gone Missed my exit on the highway I ride on Roll another one, get in my good time zone <Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) <Styles P> I'm gone, the 'gnac and the wine gone Eyes look stoned shoot but what, I'm grown Over 21, come ober to my zone In less that two hours see a so box blown Lovin the smeel, feelin the texture And we got a whole lot but we still gettin extra Guess what's on the menu for breakfast Roll with the Ghost if you wanna get messed up <Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) <Outro : Styles P> I mean just get blown away You know... Do what you do Bungie jump or somethin, speed in the car Do whatever blows your mind away I know what blows mine away <Swizz Beatz> You should roll somethin up so you can just um, blow your mind |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 8 - Girls Just Wanna (2009)
[DMX] Let's get it on!!
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!! We don't give a what what!! (shiet) [Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)] Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker (uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (uh) Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (that's right) [Verse - DMX] Once again it's the darker nigga Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST! Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them I'm like salt, I'll get up Hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA! [Chorus] [Verse - DMX] I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play that low for what I did the other day They on their way to float, got me striking this random I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz from the saw, wit the chain to your brain Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B. And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga! [Chorus] [Verse - DMX] When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in em And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in em My M.O. is man-slaughter kid Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1 But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night To make moves again, stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to hell cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life I been the Devil's advocate Mad niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains for [Chorus - repeat 2x] [Outro - Swizz Beatz] Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Yo yo CMON! |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
Swizz
Hey hey oh hey Maino Hey Swizz I think I woke up on the right side of the bed That’s how I feel Swizz (hook) I think I might give away a million bucks I think might give away a brand new truck Cause I feel good Yea I feel good Cause I feel good I think I might take alot of shopping sprees U in the club goddam all drinks on me Cause I feel good Yea I feel good Cause I feel good hey Maino Good Lord look what a beautiful day My enimes gone ain’t here they gone away I feel good Everything is ok I feel like givin all my money away Cause niggas is broke ain’t no bread in the hood Look what they did they sellin Feds in the hood I ain’t going to change I’m coming back through the hood Do what I do and then back to the hood I’m blessed I went places I never been I lived to see a black president I’m good, yes I feel good Drinks on me baby what’s good! Swizz (the hook) For the ones who got more than 1 mouth to feed Gas so high got em’ riding on E Daddy needs shoes and kids gotta eat They can have every last Penney on me Me and swizzy rollin in the lambo Sit back reminiscing this and when I never had no Dollas, pride is well poor dear mama Stuck to the fight like a drained out boxer So I know what it feels like to not have much I should give away what I made last month I gotta alot to feel good about I think I’m gonna give away a good amount Swizz (the hook) One shot for my niggas in the state pen Two shots for my niggas still hustling (raa) I feel good I’m so good Man I rose from the bottom and it feels good Swizz Man I’m a introduce to you a new dance (new dance) It’s called the money dance (echo) You pull the money out your pocket like this (like this) You put your hands in the air like this (like this) And you simply just umm. Bounce throw it all around (Throw) throw it all around x3 A little more now Throw it all around A little more now Throw it all around (the hook) |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step
Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my dutchie I just be the murda people think that I`m lucky My link lookin huskie get stoned It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Put the smoke in the air and get stoned The lips sittin` on 2 6s the lips chrome My money used to be immature now my shit grown Big wheels big chromes I`m doin` it big Homes It`s on, it`s on, it`s on the kid home Get tell the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I do my 2 step and let the link swing Hold the drink with the left hand and show the pink ring I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Ay, yo, they wanna be like me Recreate my flow, immitate my flow, the relate my flow By while they try and take my flow I make my dough Ay, yo, I can make it rain, `cause I been making it snow But yo, I been takin` it slow I wasn`t around But the car crash couldn`t lay the hustla down Na I`m still here for real, I`m still here It wasn`t looking pretty, but Swizzy I`m still here They said I coulda been brain-dead in a wheelchair But I`m standin` in the booth and the skills are still here Yeah, the hustla home, the hustla home Let`s celebrate a toast with a cup of patrone I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Yeah, yeah, put your dutch in the air Smoke haze, let the smoke raise up in the air You might have seen me in the guiene at a couple of fairs The engine in the trunk the doors go up in the air Yeah and I been gone for a couple of years I done sweat I done bled, shed a couple of tears I ain`t stressin` it`s a blessing that the hustla here Let`s celebrate a toast, put ya cup in the air I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
(feat. Angie Stone)
[Intro: Cassidy] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [Chorus: Angie Stone] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [x2] [Verse 1:] Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin' He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin' He was doin good in the hood with the cane Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame Now he stays dressed up Just copped the fresh trucks Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas So one day when he was chillin on the block, dealin' rock Tryin' to make a killin' on the block Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his ass down Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though He on his bed yo, prayin' to God If he survives that he promise to stay on his side [Chorus x2] Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend Her grandmoms old so she couldn't get control of her It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her First it was liquor then it was weed Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel (For real) Until one day a nigga with paper Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up Fam even had a camcorder and taped her As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her She leaned on the lord, now he startin' to work with her [Chorus x2] Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy He started off at 13, I mean he actually Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school 10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude He played by the rules, determined to get cake He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes But he didn't take the same path that the rest do He dropped a debut that was highly successful That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came He realized life is like playin' a chess game Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album They say when you make more money expect problems But the problem that he faced was unheard of They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder But now he got his freedom restored And he livin' his dream that's why he leanin' on the side of the lord [Chorus x6] |
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from Chris Brown - I Can Transform Ya [single] (2009)
Go Hey Lil Mama
I can transform ya No I can't dance but I can dance on ya Swiss on the beats Chris move ya feet And baby I can transform ya him to a me I can change you life make it so new Make you never want to go back to the old you Ciroc and lime give it a lil time And she can transform like Optimus Prime Need a ride I can Range you up Money I can change you up You can ride your own no longer be the passenger Swag low I build you up Knees we can stand you up Red lips red dress like em like a fire truck What you need you can have that My black card they won't decline that See potential in ya Let me mould that I can transform ya I can transformer ya I can transform ya I can transform ya Anything ya want I can get it for ya Your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it Money still got it got it I can transform ya I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya See me in the video you can have it really though Iced out everything like an eskimo Wanna fly we can go anywhere you wanna go Jimmy Choos in Italy Louie V in Tokyo Something like Pinnochio If you lie down imma grow Wanna see me do it big I can show you how it goes Take you from an amateur to being professional I can have you swag surfing What you need you can have that My black card they won't decline that See potential in ya Let me mould that I can transform ya I can transform ya I can transform ya I can transform ya Anything ya want I can I can get it for ya Your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it Money still got it got it I can transform ya I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya Ok I can transform ya like a transformer a I can turn you from a human to a Carter Take you off the bench and turn ya to a starter Then I take you home and put you on a charger Then my cars transforms to a charter and we can fly to wherever you ever thought of I take you to wherever it's warmer Then I gotta rip off your dress like a warm up but I'm just getting warmed up So tell your man he better get his voltron up I transform her to a Ducati And then I transform me to a Bugatti Cos her form puts me in a trance I transform smaller and she puts me in her pants Swiss on the Beat Chris move ya feet And we can transform a good girl to a freak I can transform ya I can I can transformer a Anything ya want I can I can get it for ya Your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it Money still got it got it I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya |
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from Chris Brown - Graffiti [Standard Version] (2009)
[Lil Wayne] Go hey Lil Mama I can transform ya No I can’t dance but I can dance on ya Swiss on the beats Chris move ya feet And baby I can transform ya him to a me I can change your life Make it so new make you never wanna go back to the old you Ciroc and lime give it a lil time And she gon transform like Optimus Prime [Chris Brown] Need a ride I can range you up Money I can change you up You can have your own No longer be the passenger Swag low ill build you up Knees weak Ill stand you up Red lips red dress like ‘em like a firetruck Whatcha need you can have that My black card they don’t decline that See potential in ya Let me mow that (I can transform ya I can transform ya) I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya Get my baby girl she could know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it M-M-Money you got it got it I can I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya [Chris Brown] See me in the video You can have really though Iced out everything break it like a Eskimo Wanna fly we can go Anywhere you wanna go Jimmy Choos in Italy Louie V in Tokyo Something like Pinocchio If you ly down I’ma grow Wanna see me do it big I could show you how it go Take you from an amateur to being professional I can have you swag surfing Whatcha need you can have that My black card they don’t decline that See potential in ya Let me mow that (I can transform ya I can transform ya) I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya Get my baby girl she could know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it M-M-Money you got it got it I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya [Lil Wayne] Ok I can transform ya like a transformer I turn you from a human to a Carter Take you of the bench T-Turn you to a starter Then I take you home and put you on a charger T-Then my car transforms to a charter And we could fly to wherever you ever thought of I’ll take you to where its warmer Then I gotta rip off your dress like a warm-up But I’m just getting warmed up So tell ya man he better get his voltron up I transform her to a Ducati Then I transform me to a Bugatti Cause her form puts me in a trance I transform smaller and she puts me in her pants Swiss on the beats Chris move ya feet And Weezy transform a good girl to a freak I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya Get my baby girl she could know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it M-M-Money you got it got it I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya |
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from Chris Brown - Crawl [digital single] (2010)
[Lil Wayne]
GO Hey Lil Mama, I can transform ya, No, i can’t dance but I can dance on ya, Swizz on the beats, Chris move ya feet, and baby I can transform ya him to a me, I can change you life, make it so new, make you never want to go back to the old you, Ciroc and lime, give it a lil time, and she can transform like Optimus Prime, [Chris Brown] Need a ride I can Range you up, money i can change you up, you can ride your own, no longer be the passenger, swag low I build you up, knees we can stand you up, red lips, red dress, like em like a fire truck, What you need, you can have that, my black card they won't decline that, see potential in ya, let me mould that, I can transform ya, I can transform ya, I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything ya want, i can get it for ya, your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya, I can trans, I can trans, I can transform ya, Shoes you got it (got it) Bags you got it (got it), cars you got it (got it), money still got it (got it), I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything you want I can (i can) get it for ya, [Ver 2] See me in the video you can have it really though, iced out everything, like an eskimo, wanna fly, we can go, anywhere you wanna go, Jimmy Choos in Italy, Louie V in Tokyo, something like Pinnochio, if you lie down imma grow, wanna see me do it big, i can show you how it goes, take you from an amateur to being professional, (I can have you swag surfing) [Chorus] What you need, you can have that, my black card they won’t decline that, see potential in ya, let me mould that, I can transform ya, I can transform ya, I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything ya want, i can get it for ya, your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya, I can trans, I can trans, I can transform ya, Shoes you got it (got it) Bags you got it (got it), cars you got it (got it), money still got it (got it), I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything you want I can (i can) get it for ya, [Lil Wayne] Ok, I can transform ya like a transformer, i can turn you from a human to a Carter, take you off the bench and turn ya to a starter, then take I home and put you on a charger, then (then) my cars transforms to a charter, and we can fly to wherever you ever thought of, hehe, i take you to wherever its warmer, then i gotta rip off your dress like a warm up, hehe, but Im just getting warmed up, so tell your man he better get his voltron up, i transform her to a Ducati then I transform me to a Bugatti, cos her form puts me in a trance, i transform smaller and she puts me in her pants, Swizz on the Beat, Chris move ya feet and we can transform a good girl to a freak, [Chorus] I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything ya want, i can get it for ya, your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya, I can trans, I can trans, I can transform ya, Shoes you got it (got it) Bags you got it (got it), cars you got it (got it), money still got it (got it), I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything you want I can (i can) get it for ya |
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from Diddy - Dirty Money - Last Train To Paris (Explicit Version) (2010)
When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor when you're when you're in the club get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor when you're in the club get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing You're the love of my life but you hurt my heart twice now I'm drunker than a muthaf cker trying to find my way back to your heart you muthf cker so I know there's a price when your wrong when your drunker than a muthf cker trying to find your way back to love you you muthf cker baby you know just what to do I know you know the truth and we will never lose there's no me without no you I give my soul to you When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor when you're in the club get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing so made me cry don't you hurt hurt my pride got me madder thana muthaf cker trying to fight my way back to your heart you muthaf cker see you way get ma brain in your arms I feel safe sht you know deep down I will always love ya trying to find your way back to my heart you muthaf cker baby you know you know just what to do I know you know the truth and we will never lose there's no me without no you I give my soul to you When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor when you're in the club get your ass on the floor Yo turn me up I'mma make sure she can hear me that girls gon get ya muthafcker smoke weed listening to Sade I left my pain in Paris why can't you see sht my way you on that lonely highway my car's still on that driveway feels like I'm dying slowly feels like what more can I say I made you face your fears I think we could have made it thought I told you I love you maybe we should have waited how could you ever doubt me when I stood by you proudly I would have gave my last breath now you can't breath without me oh when your all you think about your baby oh when your all you think about your baby Baby I want you to need me I need you You want me I want you to love me forever Baby I want you I need you to love me I love you I want you to love me forever When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor when you're in the club get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing |
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from Diddy - Dirty Money - Last Train To Paris [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2010)
[Swizz Beatz: x2]
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When-When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing Them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing [Dirty Money:] You're the love of my life But you hurt my heart twice Now I'm drunker than a motherfucker Trying to find my way back to your heart you motherfucker So I know, there's a price, when your wrong When your drunker than a motherfucker Trying to find your way back to love you You motherfucker Baby you know, just what to do I know you know the truth And we will never lose There's no me without no you I give my soul to you [Swizz Beatz: x2] When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When-When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing Them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing [Dirty Money:] So, made me cry don't you hurt, hurt my pride Got me madder thana motherfucker Trying to fight my way back to your heart you motherfucker [?] in your arms I feel safe Shit you know deep down, I will always love ya Trying to find your way back to my heart you motherfucker [Chorus] [Diddy:] Yo turn me up, I'm a make sure she can hear me Yo, that's girls gon get ya, motherfucker Smoke weed, listening to Sade I left my pain in Paris Why can't you see shit my way You on that lonely highway My car's still on that driveway Feels like I'm dying slowly Feels like what more can I say I made you face your fears I think we could have made it Thought I told you I love you Maybe we should have waited How could you ever doubt me When I stood by you proudly I would have gave my last breath Now you can't breath without me [Dirty Money:] Oh when your [?] All you think about your baby [x2] Baby I want you to need me I need you You want me, I want you to love me forever |
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from Travis Barker - Can A Drummer Get Some [single] (2011)
(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Game) Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1. Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese! (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Lil Wayne) Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this shit like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick and just pee on flames She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's I'm in my prime like Deion I'mma shine like neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the Drums Travis on the beat Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat Weezy F I'm an Fing star Haha, get it? I'm an FN star Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Rick Ross) Tupac and Juice riding on the loose King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker In Swahili I'm screaming stack muthaf-cker Ya homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) |
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from Musiq Soulchild - Anything (Feat. Swizz Beatz) [single] (2011)
And I'm …, you will always know this is me keeping track I won't ever trick out giving you the facts There will never be a minute to dispute Whether or not I'm telling the truth, cause I am And I ain't got a thing to hide, no Despite my reputation, yeah Even know it's the world that I'm living, You know that I'm with you So, what you wanna know girl I'll be by You'll get everything tell I ain't gonna lie As long as you can promise you do the same Girl I will tell you everything, you confess me anything Who I'm with? Even if it happens to be some other chick It's only business babe so things don't need to trip Baby you can come too see it's whatever you like, you can choose, oh girl Cause I ain't got a thing to hide, no Despite my reputation, oh Even know it's the world that I'm living, You know that I'm with you So, what you wanna know girl I'll be by You'll get everything tell I ain't gonna lie As long as you can promise you do the same Girl I will tell you everything, you confess me anything Music please, let me clear my throat Slip is in the row while we own that boat Imagine the … that sound dope Came from Austin riding the Aston Martin baby, with the margello tops Don't worry about it cause a mere small bucks 5 minutes like I had the superstar status 10 minutes like I had the global status Born … express, don't worry about it I got the rest And that overdue is old now, let the music touch your soul … ...living, get a little more comfortable, I win it So keep the drummer to yourself just quit it, yeah I'm way to close, I'm way too close, so I leave you alone What you wanna know girl I'll be by You'll get everything tell I ain't gonna lie As long as you can promise you do the same Girl I will tell you everything, you confess me anything Take every piece of information See you can have it all, girl, I ain't gonna fry As long as you can promise you do the same Girl I will tell you everything, you can ask me anything, anything Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up Ladies and gentlemen, hands up, hands up, hands up, It's music time, hands up, hands up, hands up, Ladies and gentlemen. |
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from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Game) Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1. Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese! (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Lil Wayne) Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this shit like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick and just pee on flames She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's I'm in my prime like Deion I'mma shine like neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the Drums Travis on the beat Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat Weezy F I'm an Fing star Haha, get it? I'm an FN star Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Rick Ross) Tupac and Juice riding on the loose King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker In Swahili I'm screaming stack muthaf-cker Ya homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) |
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from Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy [Deluxe Edition] (2010)
[Swizz Beats]
One hand in the air If you don't really care Two hands in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes This shit ridiculous One hand in the air If you don't really care Middle Finger in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes man ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous [Kanye] I'm so appalled spalding ball, Baldin Donald Trump, talkin dollars from ya'll Baby your fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind I'mma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck bout ya'll I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin whole through the wall But since they all love us, I need more rubbers And If i dont use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean goddamn One time, let it be a bad bitch sweepin That know we get O's like cheerios That know because they seen us in the videos That know the day that you play me Will be the same day MTV play videos That was a little joke, voila Praises due to the most high Allah Praises due to the most fly Prada Baby I'm magic ta-da Address me as your highness, high as united Thirty thousand feet up and you are not invited niggas be writin bullshit like they gotta work niggas is goin through real shit man they outta work That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt That's why I rather spit somethin that gotta purp Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean the shit is fuckin ridiculous, fuckin ridiculous I mean the shit is fuckin ridiculous... 5 star dishes Different exotic fishes Man this shit if fuckin riculous, fuckin ridicolous [Jay-Z] How should I begin this I'm just so offended How am I even mentioned by all these fuckin beginners? I'm so appalled I might buy the mall Just to show niggas how much more I have in store I'm fresher than you all So I don't have to pause All of yall can suck my balls through my draws Dark knight feelin' Die you be a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become a villan I went from the favorite To the most hated But would you rather be underpaid or overrated? Moral victories is for minor league coaches And 'ye already told you we major you cockroaches Show me where the boats is Ferrari testarossas The hammer went and broke so you know I'm more focused I lost 30 mill so spent another 30 Cause unlike hammer 30 million can't hurt me Fucking insane The fuck am I saying Not only am I fly I'm fucking not Playin All these little bitches Too big for their riches Burning their little bridges Fucking ridiculous Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean the shit is fuckin ridiculous, fuckin ridiculous I mean the shit is fuckin ridiculous... 5 star dishes Different exotic fishes Man this shit if fuckin riculous, fuckin ridicolous [Pusha T] Success is what you make it Take it how it come A half a mill in 20's like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become CNN said I'd be dead by 21 Blackjack I just pulled in Aces You looking at the king and his face Everything I dream motherfuckers Im watchin it take shape While to you I'm just the young rich nigga that lacks faith Range rove leather roof, love war fuck a truce Still move a bird like I'm in bed with mother goose Them hoes comin in a baker's dozen Claiming they was wit me when they know they really wasn't I keep the city's best never said she was the brightest So if you had her too it don't effect me in the slightest I never met a bitch that didn't need a little guidance So I dismiss her past until she disappoints your highness I speak the gospel, hostile Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils Paranoid mind I'm still under the watchful Eye of the law, aspire for more Those kilo's came we give you bobby brown jaw Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call Flow similar to the legends of the falls Spillin I own you all Yeh! One hand in the air If you don't really care Two hands in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes This shit ridiculous One hand in the air If you don't really care Middle Finger in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes man ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous Huh! [Cyhi the Prince] Huh, I am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If god had an ipod I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazing, the faces and places the favourite My cup over runeth with hundreths Dummy damn its hard not for me to waste it The new commandment Though should not hate kid My movement is like the Civil Rights I'm Ralph David Abernathy, so call my lady rosa parks I ain't nothing like those niggas baby those are marks I met this girl on valentines day Fucked her in may She found out about april So she chose to march Ha Damn another broken heart I keep bitches by them two's nigga, Noah's ark I got a 7 on me I call my dro Lamar Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart G-A-T in the path finder Cause you haters got PHD's Yall just some major haters and some math minors Tiger woods don't make me grab iron [RZA] Champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know this shit is fuckin ridiculous, fuckin ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin ridiculous... Calls from the Mrs. Infers from the mistress You kno that shit is fuckin ridiculous, fuckin ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin ridiculous... fuckin ridiculous fuckin ridiculous fuckin ridiculous One hand in the air If you don't really care Two hands in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes This shit ridiculous One hand in the air If you don't really care Middle Finger in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes man ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous Huh! |
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from Musiq Soulchild 6집 - Musiqinthemagiq (2011)
And I'm …, you will always know this is me keeping track I won't ever trick out giving you the facts There will never be a minute to dispute Whether or not I'm telling the truth, cause I am And I ain't got a thing to hide, no Despite my reputation, yeah Even know it's the world that I'm living, You know that I'm with you So, what you wanna know girl I'll be by You'll get everything tell I ain't gonna lie As long as you can promise you do the same Girl I will tell you everything, you confess me anything Who I'm with? Even if it happens to be some other chick It's only business babe so things don't need to trip Baby you can come too see it's whatever you like, you can choose, oh girl Cause I ain't got a thing to hide, no Despite my reputation, oh Even know it's the world that I'm living, You know that I'm with you So, what you wanna know girl I'll be by You'll get everything tell I ain't gonna lie As long as you can promise you do the same Girl I will tell you everything, you confess me anything Music please, let me clear my throat Slip is in the row while we own that boat Imagine the … that sound dope Came from Austin riding the Aston Martin baby, with the margello tops Don't worry about it cause a mere small bucks 5 minutes like I had the superstar status 10 minutes like I had the global status Born … express, don't worry about it I got the rest And that overdue is old now, let the music touch your soul … ...living, get a little more comfortable, I win it So keep the drummer to yourself just quit it, yeah I'm way to close, I'm way too close, so I leave you alone What you wanna know girl I'll be by You'll get everything tell I ain't gonna lie As long as you can promise you do the same Girl I will tell you everything, you confess me anything Take every piece of information See you can have it all, girl, I ain't gonna fry As long as you can promise you do the same Girl I will tell you everything, you can ask me anything, anything Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up Ladies and gentlemen, hands up, hands up, hands up, It's music time, hands up, hands up, hands up, Ladies and gentlemen. |
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