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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block? He think he ballin cause he got a block? You know these hoes came to see me ball You know these hoes love to see me ball You think you're ballin cause you got a block? He think he ballin cause he got a block? You know these hoes came to see me ball You know these hoes came to see me ball [Lil Wayne] These hoes call me Tunechi baby N-ggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating Bitch, I'm balling, ballin' like a muthaf-cker 12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them N-gga broke, acting like he got it though I'm with a Spanish bitch, if she aint f-cking, adios! So many cars I'm like eenie meenie minie moe So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat Run in ya house, get to poppin' at your shower cap My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac And if them bitches don't sell, we buy em back Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way Tell them n-ggas I'm strapped like lingerie I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA I-I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA [Young Jeezy - Chorus] You think you're ballin cause you got a block? He think he ballin cause he got a block? You know these hoes came to see me ball You know these hoes love to see me ball [Lil Wayne] You think you're ballin cause you got a block? He think he ballin cause he got a block? |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League...)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Fuck these haters, I’d kill ‘em all if I could Ain’t scared of none of y’all, so you know my aim good Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911 Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven Can’t slow down, too much evil in my rear view Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can’t hear you And even if you did, this’ll probably be disaster Fuck you ‘plainin’ ’bout? It ain’t like you got cancer Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse First the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga’s curse I betcha feel like the whole world hatin’ on you But what’s the hold-up? The whole world waitin’ on you (The fame...) I wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame...) I wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] You mean to tell me from runnin’ my big mouth That I could chill here in this big penthouse All elevator’d up, black hardwood floors Just to sit around and feel like it ain’t yours Your conscience gotcha feelin’ like you done somethin’ wrong But the flatscreen say "Motherfucker, we on." Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view? See Ruth’s Chris from here, what the fuck’s wrong wit’ you? Lookin’ at my Rollie, yeah, it’s almost seven Bill Gates state of mind wit’ an automatic weapon You might ‘member from puttin’ on for the city Or back when it was on two, goin’ for the fitty Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours Just to show niggas keys open up doors “Oh, we don’t fuck wit’ Young no mo’.” Why not? The only thing I can figure, ’cause he on top (The fame...) I wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame...) I wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame...) [Verse 3: T.I.] What up, world? Long time, huh? Hey, look Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind Ay, getcha bidne’ right, and stay the hell up out of mind I’m out my mind, tryin’ to fix it ‘fore I’m out of time Don’t worry ’bout me, God got me, bruh, I’m doin’ fine Another year in prison, promise this is it for me Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin’ history No feelin’ sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it And they’ll take it however they can get it Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin’ wit’ my head down “Let’s decapitate ‘im, then we’ll see if he can wear his crown!” [Young Jeezy] (The fame...) I wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame...) I wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame...) I wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame...) I wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame...) |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
Jeezy (speaking)
Let's get it shawty Oh this dat shit right here Wassup wassup (103) oh! (nigga 103) oh! Dey gon get crunk when dis shit drop in the club nigga Let's go!! Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, 'bout dat time Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby, waste 2 stackz Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind I'm hearin voices in my head think I'm skitzafrantic I swear they sayin let's get it from anotha planet 36 a thousand times I'm doin summer saltz Do it right and you can leave ya whole summer off I'm out my mind, yea a nigga seein double yall Now tell me what's the chance of jizzle fuckin' both of yall She said as long as we can do it wit ya ice on If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisher sweets In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat It ain't nothin to a boss, my goons got goons How stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, bout that time Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby (ha), waste 2 stackz (Aye young dis me bruh bruh) hardest thing in the lot, that there mine (Hood affiliated baby) Can't spell sober, lost my mind Plies Guess wat my momma told me, she hate my patnas Guess why she hate em though, Cuz all of em robbin' Fuck da police, cuz all of em problems White girls fun, cuz all of em swallow Why I ain't fuck ha at the house, cuz the bitch hollered And where the pill man at, he need a blue dolphin Ol broke azz nigga, stop cock blockin Security, I need help cuz the bitch stalkin A half fuckin mill, that's what the whip cost me One-hundred dollaz, that's what the pussy cost me And when the nigga start hatin, that's when the nigga lost me Fantastico, that's what the hoez, that's what the hoes call me Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, bout dat time Couldn't get it it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby, waste 2 stackz Hardest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind Drop the top, no broad, got ha titties out Mention my name and bring da whole city out Doing what I do best, d-boy stuntin New car, old money, d-boy stuntin Step in cleaner then a new glock-40 Nick name in the A, strapped up shawty You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothepick Line wrapped around the corner, boy too big G-Code, black shadez and my black chainz But if you wouldnt undastand, it's a black thing You kno we drink that rozay til we black out Wake up, drink some more, pass back out Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, bout that time Ain't done it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind Dis shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby, waste 2 stackz Hardest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - F.A.M.E. [single] (2011)
매장음악
settee02 사이 (Feat. Wonder Girls & Pdogg) 에이트 Lalala...Love Song 애즈원 우리 사랑해요 (Feat. Supreme Team) (`우리 결혼 했어요` 삽입곡) 화요비 곡 76 | 담기 12 | 추천 1 |
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from Pusha T - Fear Of God II : Let Us Pray (2011)
디스 이즈 힙합 ..
ttj25 Party On Fifth Ave. Mac Miller Stereo Hearts (Feat. Adam Levine Of Maroon 5) Gym Class .. Let`s Go (Feat. Jay-Z) Jaz-O, T.. Jaz-O The Immobilarie 곡 60 | 담기 11 | 추천 3 |
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from Young Jeezy - Shake Life [single] (2011)
알아 뭘알아 가만..
jjokopay Girls Talkin Bout Mindless B.. My Girl Mindless B.. Mrs. Right (Feat. Diggy Simmons) Mindless B.. 곡 32 | 담기 2 | 추천 0 |
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from Lloyd - King Of Hearts (2011)
[Lloyd - Chorus]
Girl I wanna be the one, be be be the one Girl I wanna be the one Be the one to kiss you goodnight Be the one, be be be be the one Girl I wanna be the one, be the one Girl I wanna be the one, be be be the one Girl I wanna be the one, be the one to kiss you goodnight Be the one, be be be the one, girl I wanna be the one Be the one to kiss you goodnight. ? Open my eyes Wake up in the morning, she on my mind Get fresh, get dressed The world, it's my time So you can think about your soul ? cause you know we on So let me turn off that phone We aint gotta stop we grown And I don't really give a f-ck who's calling I don't really give a f-ck who's ballin' Call me A. Keys, who's Fallin' You's fallin', thats dude's problem So hop in this thang Forget what he said Wanna text my favourite spread My lips between your legs [Lloyd - Chorus] [Trey Songz] ? I'm headed over there You better be prepared Pullin' on ya hair No kiddin', no trippin' My dog and yo kitten My head in yo mitten If you take it than I'm gon' give it If you throw it, then I'm gon hit it I'm aint gon miss it, it's my mission I'ma kiss on every lip of yours What now, touch down, your body like a score Get it, I'ma get it like you never did before [Chorus] [Young Jeezy] Look, Lloyd got me on these? So all you see is these ? rappers Coconut kush, cocnut ciroc Not behind the wheel, coconut the top Get it? yeah I said nothing Talk back to her, like what Aint nothing sweet in my sweet See I start off slow, go deep Got an uptown ?, it's over I told ya, she my soldier Yeh, Young be the boss Everyday of the week I floss Look off white rocks, no denim Look off white drop, no rental Yeah, top down in the winter Say I ball too hard, Sportscenter I'm in the club with my ice out Start blowing up my iPhone Like where ya at? where ya been? What ya doing tonight, can you hit it again From the back, while I'm on the scene While you smoking blunts while ya drinking drinks While ya other broads blowing up ya phone WHile ya pulling my hair with ya Nike's on [Lloyd - Chrous] |
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from Young Jeezy - Ballin` [single] (2011)
[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block? He think he ballin cause he got a block? You know these hoes came to see me ball You know these hoes love to see me ball You think you're ballin cause you got a block? He think he ballin cause he got a block? You know these hoes came to see me ball You know these hoes came to see me ball [Lil Wayne] These hoes call me Tunechi baby N-ggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating Bitch, I'm balling, ballin' like a muthaf-cker 12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them N-gga broke, acting like he got it though I'm with a Spanish bitch, if she aint f-cking, adios! So many cars I'm like eenie meenie minie moe So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat Run in ya house, get to poppin' at your shower cap My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac And if them bitches don't sell, we buy em back Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way Tell them n-ggas I'm strapped like lingerie I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA I-I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA [Young Jeezy - Chorus] You think you're ballin cause you got a block? He think he ballin cause he got a block? You know these hoes came to see me ball You know these hoes love to see me ball [Lil Wayne] You think you're ballin cause you got a block? He think he ballin cause he got a block? |
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| from Snoop Dogg 11집 - Doggumentary (2011) | |||||
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from Young Jeezy - Jizzle [Explicit Version] [single] (2010)
Don't let me rip shit for yah
Still come through yah Panoramic ass niqqas Yeah I shoot right through yah Hole in yah niqqa yeah you gonna need a ruler The way I measure that you can call me the ruler Walk up in this motherfucker like a walking cooler Yeah Im walking cooler niqqa thanks to my jeweler Oh Kim wasabi Mcfallen is my hobby I should buy a double u And throw a party in the lobby Said a homeboy told her I was fucking roxy Swear I hate niqqas I should be a fucking Nazi Don't know what you hear Baby that could be a rumor Stones in my ear yeah That could be a tumor |
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from Drake 1집 - Thank Me Later (2010)
[Drake]
This is really one of my dumbest flows ever I haven't slept in days And me and my latest girl agreed to go our separate ways So I'm single... Thinking 'bout what we had and missing you But I ain't Santa, I got something for these bad bitches too I mean paparazzi on me trying not to get caught out They always seem to catch me with the woman that I brought out Baby don't hold on too long cause that's how them stories start out And all the girls that played me Eat your muthafuckin heart out, it's Drizzy Always gone but never hard to find And since you can't escape me do I ever cross your mind Because all this shit is new to me, I'm learning to behave And still spending every dollar they encourage me to save But I'm good... I know that niggas would kill for this lifestyle I'm looking forward to the memories of right now Never forgetting from where I came And no matter where I'm headed I promise to stay the same [Young Jeezy] I'm just riding round the city with my hood on and my windows down Ask your girl I'm the realest nigga she been around I pull up in something new and park it by the haters And when you get to talking 'bout the greatest [Chorus] (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I'm doing my thing 3x) I'm tryna be unforgettable... [Young Jeezy] This just might be my realest flow ever When I say fo' life ya'll say fo'ever Its hard but it's fair I told that girl life hurts The closest you're gon get to this is a Pac t-shirt The names Young baby you know I live that thug life The good die young so I'm gon need a thug wife Yeah, I'm talking his and her firearms Know our jewelry probably louder than a car alarm Yeah, I remember I used to have to sneak the car Now my insides looking like a snickers bar Yeah, I'm talking caramel leathers Damn right, so fly i need feathers Same shit in the streets so what's the dealy? Young done everything in the A but fuck Chilli So welcome to my life no two days the same Like for ya'll to meet the love of my life her names THE GAME [Young Jeezy] I'm just riding round the city with my hood on and my windows down Ask your girl I'm the realest n*gga she been around I pull up in something new and park it by the haters And when you get to talking bout the greatest [Chorus] (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I'm doin my thing 3x) I'm tryna be unforgettable... |
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from Ciara - Fantasy Ride (Digital Deluxe non-iTunes) (2009)
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya Tell the DJ play this song right here If ya know he love ya Let let let let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya It don't matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you I know you think that I just be trippin' on ya Boy you see this ain't how I normally be But I can't help this jealousy Ooh it's taking over me ooh I'm falling way to deep Without you by my side I feel like I can't eat or sleep But I got to come down earth I don't wanna But I gotta let you go but baby I dont wanna I gotta see that you and me ain't meant to be That's why I tell myself If that boy don't love you by now If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you Baby I can't help but fantasize Wondering what it might be like You and I sound so right But I'mma let go tonight it ain't nothin' Coverin' my eyes Ain't gonna see it more than twice I get it I got it Baby baby But I got to come down earth I don't wanna But I gotta let you go but baby I dont wanna I gotta see that you and me ain't meant to be That's why I tell myself If that boy don't love you by now If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you Alright alright alright okay I see ya point I must admit I grind I grind I grind all day This paper's what I'm trynna get Now normally when I'm paper chasing I be having tunnel vision And if it's really like that lady just turn on ya television And there go Young I said there go Young you trynna get it did Just know I gets it done she love way I cheat She love the way I move I she I show it to her Shows about 100 goon blacks this black that Black car black flags I really hope that's money that ya'll got off in them black bags 808's and hearbreak states who puts in interstates Giving me a bad vibe I'm just a bad guy Throw yo' hands up in the air If ya know he love ya Tell the DJ play this song right here If ya know he love ya Let let let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya It don't matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya If ya know he love ya let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya that it if you back step If ya know he love ya If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now |
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from Ciara - Fantasy Ride (2009)
Young Jeezy Throw yo` hands up in the air If ya know he love ya Tell the DJ play this song right here If ya know he love ya Let, let, let, let me see you 2 steps If ya know he love ya It don`t matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya Chorus : Ciara If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you He will never ever, never ever love you Oh oh If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you He will never ever, never ever love you Ciara I know you think that I just be trippin` on ya Boy you see, this ain`t how I normally be But I can`t help this jealousy Ooh it`s taking over me, ooh I`m falling way to deep Without you by my side I feel like I can`t eat or sleep But I got to come down to earth, I don`t wanna But I gotta let you go, but baby I dont wanna And I I gotta see, that you and me, ain`t meant to be That`s why I tell myself If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you He will never ever, never ever love you Oh oh If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you (He will never ever love you) He will never ever, never ever love you Baby, I can`t help but fantasize Wondering what it might be like You and I sound so right But I`mma let it go tonight, it ain`t nothin` Coverin` my eyes Ain`t gonna see it more than twice I get it, I got it Baby, baby Ciara ft Young Jeezy Lyrics - Never Ever But I got to come down to earth, I don`t wanna But I gotta let you go, but baby I dont wanna And I I gotta see, that you and me, ain`t meant to be That`s why I tell myself If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you He will never ever, never ever love you If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you He will never ever, never ever love you Young Jeezy Alright, alright, alright, okay... I see ya point, I must admit I grind, I grind, I grind all day This paper`s what I`m tryna get Now normally when I`m paper chasing, I be having tunnel vision And if it`s really like that lady, just turn on ya television And there go Young, I said there go Young, you trynna get it did Just know I gets it done, she love the I cheat She love the way I move, I sh, I show it to her Shows about 100, goon Its blacks this, black that Black car, black flags I really hope that`s money that ya`ll got off in them black bags 808`s & hearbreak, states who puts interstates Giving me a bad vibe, guess I`m just a bad guy Ciara Throw yo` hands up in the air (If ya know he love ya) Tell the DJ play this song right here (If ya know he love ya) Let, let, let, let me see you 2-step (If ya know he love ya) It don`t matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya If ya know he love ya let me see you 2 steps If ya know he love ya It don`t matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya Throw yo` hands up in the air Tell the DJ play this song right here |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 5 - The Hit Men (2009)
Ride till I die
Lord knows stay high And I love it And I love it Let's go We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Once again it's on I'm back in the motherfucking booth These niggaz still lying I'm the motherfucking truth YEEEEEAHHH I don't believe I need some more fucking proof I ain't want the four door I copped the motherfucking coupe HAHA They tryin be me I'm just tryin be G And everything comes to em like you'll see These niggaz in the dark baby I'll just shine I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme Check your watch nigga it's my time HEY Mind made up I was on my grind So pay attention yea you on my time In that case time waits for no man Do it again I done that before man GYEAH M O E he ain't part of the program Or maybe you niggaz ain't listening Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Yea I blew up but they like that They switched up on me and I ain't like that Sold my first brick yea I came right back Fast forward the tape nigga look at me now And I never turn back so motherfuck that Life is on the ground got my head to the sky Smoked all day Lord knows I stay high Stay on top Lord knows I'm gon try And live for the moment Lord knows I'm gon die And when I get to hell Lord knows I'm gon fry Woke up this morning so I'm still alive 36 O's I sold them all for five We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Been around the world it's the same ol caine Been around the world it's the same ol thang All the real niggaz either dead or in jail And if you're looking for me homie I'm in the A T L You gotta play it how it go you can't cheat on life Ya better drink a Red Bull you can't sleep on life I ain't tryna do you I'm tryin do me Last album did two I'm just tryin do three Fresh out the block yea the work was hard Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God My PO telling me I need a 9 to 5 But I already got a job and that's stayin alive We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Ride till I die Lord knows stay high And I love it And I love it Ride till I die Lord knows stay high And I love it And I love it |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 1 (DJ Bring That Back) (2008-1997) (2009)
Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow I'm emotional I hug the block I'm so emotional I love my glock Cash rules everything around me So what's realer Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa Its kinda hard to be drug free When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense [Chorus] When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thing When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy They pop my collar then they swing they chain All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing By 18 the hard way Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play Now who the fuck want to play with guns A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog That shit ain't fun So I suggest that you don't play with my chain Or I'll send these hollow's at you Let them play with ya brain The streets is watchin' The name is warm The products white A star is born Pimpin' I'm so fly I take this parachute off I might fall and die Wrap the work with spandex with the latex Then we ship it outta town Call it safe sex [Chorus] Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard More than a street legend, homey it's hova More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer The Mariano of the Marriott, ah If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean Attract money my worst color is light green My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles When puff was in that tub spillin mo' I was at my video, cris' on the speedboat In my lifetime nigga, go through your research St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first Chrome shoe'd the gs, I came feet first In the game like a baby boo on the breach birth I got the keys if you need work I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh) My niggaz love it when I talk like this My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this The corporate thugs is like, "Nah hov, talk that shit" The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy jay-z See I'ma '80s baby, master School of hard knocks, everyday is college You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage Or pay the doctor, I sprayed lami's Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check They say the truth shall come to the light So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright [Chorus] |
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from Ciara - Never Ever [single] (2009)
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya Tell the DJ play this song right here If ya know he love ya Let let let let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya It don't matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you I know you think that I just be trippin' on ya Boy you see this ain't how I normally be But I can't help this jealousy Ooh it's taking over me ooh I'm falling way to deep Without you by my side I feel like I can't eat or sleep But I got to come down earth I don't wanna But I gotta let you go but baby I dont wanna I gotta see that you and me ain't meant to be That's why I tell myself If that boy don't love you by now If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you Baby I can't help but fantasize Wondering what it might be like You and I sound so right But I'mma let go tonight it ain't nothin' Coverin' my eyes Ain't gonna see it more than twice I get it I got it Baby baby But I got to come down earth I don't wanna But I gotta let you go but baby I dont wanna I gotta see that you and me ain't meant to be That's why I tell myself If that boy don't love you by now If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you Alright alright alright okay I see ya point I must admit I grind I grind I grind all day This paper's what I'm trynna get Now normally when I'm paper chasing I be having tunnel vision And if it's really like that lady just turn on ya television And there go Young I said there go Young you trynna get it did Just know I gets it done she love way I cheat She love the way I move I she I show it to her Shows about 100 goon blacks this black that Black car black flags I really hope that's money that ya'll got off in them black bags 808's and hearbreak states who puts in interstates Giving me a bad vibe I'm just a bad guy Throw yo' hands up in the air If ya know he love ya Tell the DJ play this song right here If ya know he love ya Let let let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya It don't matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya If ya know he love ya let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya that it if you back step If ya know he love ya If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now |
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from Akon - Freedom (2008)
Ft. Lil Wayne[Akon]Rubbin' on that Italian leatherThem Konvict jeans onAy yo Weezy you readyYeaKonvict (Konvict)[Chorus]I get it in til the sun riseDoin' 90 in a 65Windows rolled down screamin outAy ay ay I'm I'm so paidNumber one hustler gettin' moneyWhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't needNahn one of y'all seeI'm so paidSee police on the crooked IDoin a 100 on Interstate ninety-fiveMy shorty leanin blastin that do or diePushin that motherfuckin woodCuz we certifiedGot a system that'll beatAnd knock your wall offGot a pump under my seat the sawed-offGot a bunch of goonsHope they never call offAnd my snipers sittin on the roofAlready saw y'allAin't too much to put a strain on meThat's the reason whyI have to put the blame on meRather have them dolla' bills rain on meThan to let them haters come and make a Name off meThat's why[Chorus]I get it in til the sun riseDoin' 90 in a 65Windows rolled down screamin outAy ay ay I'm I'm so paidNumber one hustler gettin' moneyWhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't needNahn one of y'all seeI'm so paidI'm the boss it only takes 1 callRor a driver to hit you upAnd drop you off that's allGuess whatI won't be takin that fallHomie I got cakeThat's what I'm payin them forHaha! Ain't that funnyCuz niggas they want warBut ain't got moneyCuz I seen them all talkUntil they start gunninQuicker than Usain BoltThe fastest thang runninYeaAkon WeezyBlock oil holdin down JerseyDevon makin sure we gettin it up frontMy lil brother Boo got that vision bake it[Chorus]I get it in til the sun riseDoin' 90 in a 65Windows rolled down screamin outAy ay ay I'm I'm so paidNumber one hustler gettin' moneyWhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't needNahn one of y'all seeI'm so paid[Lil Wayne]I am big money WeezyWhite wife beater with the sig underneath itHow do I feel Bitch I feel undefeatedSnap my fingersDisappear from the precinctYeahI'm ballin we ball outThoughts of before until the ball bounceI see some niggas with guns at y'all houseOnly to find out you live in a doll houseDamnBut I thought you was tough don'tWe carry choppers on our necksCall it cut throatWe bury powers on the setThat they come fromWe no magic turnWe smoke the gun smokeWe bomb first when we rideYou in a hearse when you rideAyI put my shoes on babyAnd I'm holding down Young Mula babyThat's why[Chorus]I get it in til the sun riseDoin' 90 in a 65Windows rolled down screamin outAy ay ay I'm I'm so paidNumber one hustler gettin' moneyWhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't needNahn one of y'all seeI'm so paid
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Yeah
Can you please motherfuckin' rise For the national motherfuckin' trap-star anthem Lets go [Chorus] Cause bitch I'm amazin' Look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian Forever Thuggin' Forever Thuggin' Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin' Cause Bitch I'm amazin' Look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian Forever Thuggin' Forever Thuggin' Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin' Cause Bitch I'm amazin' Closed door armor Lookin' like its miller times Sixty Seven diamond chain Who he think he Busta Rhymes Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes Could of done a lot of time And I ain't never snorted shit Put it all up on the line Got a lot up on my mind Got a lot up on my plate Gotta feed my hood So I'm up and down the interstate The streets need a nigga So I'm in and out that vocal booth Hoes love a nigga Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe But nothin' but banana split Say that I'm her favorite If you can take a lot of dick I can talk a lot of shit Go on baby swag it up Show them haters who your with Bring you want that gangster shit Who you niggas fuckin' with [Chorus] First I sold two mill Then I sold another one Told them if you pay for three That I will front another one Told them if they give me this Then ill record another one But if you can not give me that Ain't no sense in callin' back Fuck you think they sell me for Fuck you think they find me at Damn right American I'm gonna need a bigger hat Close your eyes imagine this Gonna need a bigger safe I got bills up in that bitch That bitch stacked up since 98 Let em talk Let em hate Watch them lick the navigate If you touch em Wipe em off Bring a brush Then take em off I can make an avalanche And I ain't talkin' Chevy trucks Call me Georgia lottery Cause I'll be talkin' mega bucks [Chorus] Must of spent ten grand To make they coupe stand taller First round draft pick Yea I'm mother fuckin' baller Just right your number down Baby girl I might call ya If she give it to me now She wont live to see tomorrow And if she playin' wit it She wont make it through the night Before the song with Kanye I had my money right Used to call me vice grips Yea I get my money tight Now its time to re up Then I make my money white You can catch me at my jewel Yea I like my money bright You can find me at the lot Yea I like my money fast Two hundred on the gas Two hundred on the dash Yea I'm spendin' all money Now I'm livin' in the past [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Yeah
Can you please motherfuckin' rise For the national motherfuckin' trap-star anthem Lets go [Chorus] Cause bitch I'm amazin' Look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian Forever Thuggin' Forever Thuggin' Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin' Cause Bitch I'm amazin' Look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian Forever Thuggin' Forever Thuggin' Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin' Cause Bitch I'm amazin' Closed door armor Lookin' like its miller times Sixty Seven diamond chain Who he think he Busta Rhymes Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes Could of done a lot of time And I ain't never snorted shit Put it all up on the line Got a lot up on my mind Got a lot up on my plate Gotta feed my hood So I'm up and down the interstate The streets need a nigga So I'm in and out that vocal booth Hoes love a nigga Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe But nothin' but banana split Say that I'm her favorite If you can take a lot of dick I can talk a lot of shit Go on baby swag it up Show them haters who your with Bring you want that gangster shit Who you niggas fuckin' with [Chorus] First I sold two mill Then I sold another one Told them if you pay for three That I will front another one Told them if they give me this Then ill record another one But if you can not give me that Ain't no sense in callin' back Fuck you think they sell me for Fuck you think they find me at Damn right American I'm gonna need a bigger hat Close your eyes imagine this Gonna need a bigger safe I got bills up in that bitch That bitch stacked up since 98 Let em talk Let em hate Watch them lick the navigate If you touch em Wipe em off Bring a brush Then take em off I can make an avalanche And I ain't talkin' Chevy trucks Call me Georgia lottery Cause I'll be talkin' mega bucks [Chorus] Must of spent ten grand To make they coupe stand taller First round draft pick Yea I'm mother fuckin' baller Just right your number down Baby girl I might call ya If she give it to me now She wont live to see tomorrow And if she playin' wit it She wont make it through the night Before the song with Kanye I had my money right Used to call me vice grips Yea I get my money tight Now its time to re up Then I make my money white You can catch me at my jewel Yea I like my money bright You can find me at the lot Yea I like my money fast Two hundred on the gas Two hundred on the dash Yea I'm spendin' all money Now I'm livin' in the past [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Yeah
Just call me young nigga Our money grown doe By the way Lets go yeah You already know what time it is lets go [Chorus] I said I'm young by the way The one by the way I ain't trippin' I just do this shit for fun by the way The truth by the way The proof by the way Mr. front up on me Know I'm gonna shoot by the way I said it's on by the way I'm in the zone by the way And You can call me Mr. get em gone by the way I did it by the way I was with it by the way I talk it like I did it Cause I lived it by the way [Verse 1] Young, the boy might go nuts Holes in niggas just like donuts Creme be crispy these niggas cant hear me Must be the wrong size Cause these niggas cant fit me Never let em play me Never let em bullshit me If they ever bullshit me Send the coroner to get me And when the coroner come to get me I'ma take you pussy's with me And I ain't trustin' 12 shots No I keep them choppers with me And I don't trust you from a ?? Gotta keep them shottas with me Cant let the goons get bored Gotta keep them niggas busy And I ain't trustin' nobody So I took my money with Cause last time they got me, get me [Chorus] [Verse 2] Stay on it by the way I want it by the way Take it to your mommas momma house Where everybody stay Where everybody sleep Leave everybody sleep Have a baby by who Thats everybody freak Baby like a dry cleaner Seen everybody's sheets Take em straight to the hood Then everybody eat They went down, I went down Now everybody cheap Or should I say cheaper Or maybe ever lower You niggas gettin' this shit Should I talk any slower Any slower it be screwed And that would be rude I'm a man no respect And Plus I got a sack Got the west side crackin' Ask about 'em in the trap [Chorus] [Verse 3] Turned a brick into a clothing line a boost commercial And he's still talkin' yo "so who's commercial?" Young like Noah move them birds by the two Daddy need to smoke the coupe need a pair of shoes Got my A.R. on 'em still wont cross over I gotta half a box left think I need more soda Still rain man sosa, Just brought this thing in its too big for a holster They say I'm bipolar, so indecisive So motherfucking what, I know some bitches that like it The real niggas recite it, the real bitches they love it Its just he way that I strut it, they just like I want 'em so fuck it [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
See I'm a' start off so slow yeah I said so slow
They love me out in D.C. just like gogo I said gogo yeah I said gogo See them right with Don Cannon it's a gogo See I want my song like Cocoa I like to heat mine up like Cocoa See dem eight seven Jeans see the logo Every time a day, count em' baby gogo You know how the drop be everything slow You know how the drop be anything goes Remember back then when I got the snow low And I was in and out of state just like Romo Lookin' out for them boys no homo Can't tell em what your drivin' that a no no I'm gonna tell you this but keep it on the low low If it's number two then we might be the popo Things are gettin' higher Makes it hard on the buyers Sun is all around Sun rise Sun rise Push up till we grind Rent bein' paid late |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
See I'm a' start off so slow yeah I said so slow
They love me out in D.C. just like gogo I said gogo yeah I said gogo See them right with Don Cannon it's a gogo See I want my song like Cocoa I like to heat mine up like Cocoa See dem 87 Jeans see the logo Every time a day, count em' baby gogo You know how the drop be everything slow You know how the drop be anything goes Remember back then when I got the snow low And I was in and out of state just like Romo Lookin' out for them boys no homo Can't tell em what your drivin' that a no no I'm gonna tell you this but keep it on the low low If it's number 2 then we might be the popo Things are gettin' higher Makes it hard on the buyers Sun is all around Sun rise Sun rise Pushup till we grind Rent bein' paid late |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
(What they want?)they want that young shit
That dumb shit that where you from shit That ride around your hood all day with your gun shit All I got to my name is two bricks and one felony Your going back to jail that's what my conscious keep on telling me I really ain't buying all this bullshit they selling me When the government throwing more curves than the letter C I said the letter C I guess that's for correctional They try to box me in, sit me still like a vegetable [Chorus] God damn another trap I think bush trying to punish us Sending little messages out to each and every one of us Real g shit well that's really unheard of When you get more time for selling dope than murder In this crazy world This world keeps spinning my rims still spinning Even though the money slow we still spinning In this crazy world Let this world keep turning yeah my blunts still burning Same thing different day still burning In this crazy world and this dopes still selling And these niggas still telling When you make it through the day its no talent In this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) In this crazy world When I was fourteen I turned nothing to a quarter meal Probably why I never give a fuck about a record deal And I ain't never tried the shit imagine how that white feel But that don't even matter though trying to pay the light bill, Light bill, phone bill plus my granted nerve bills Feel like I should be taking off imagine how my nerves feel I want a new Bentley my aunty need a kidney And if I let her pass her children never will forgive me [Chorus] I ain't a x box so why you niggas trying to play with me I really be the streets so what you niggas got to say to me Cant be much cant be much (why?) cause I ain't listening I just left the hood and ill be damned if they ain't filling them want to see me fall off guess that just the way it be Old school triple beam them usually that the way it be And plus I got a driver that get them things from a to b Soon as you get your money right they hit you with conspiracy [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
(What they want?)they want that young shit
That dumb shit that where you from shit That ride around your hood all day with your gun shit All I got to my name is two bricks and one felony Your going back to jail that's what my conscious keep on telling me I really ain't buying all this bullshit they selling me When the government throwing more curves than the letter C I said the letter C I guess that's for correctional They try to box me in, sit me still like a vegetable [Chorus] God damn another trap I think bush trying to punish us Sending little messages out to each and every one of us Real g shit well that's really unheard of When you get more time for selling dope than murder In this crazy world This world keeps spinning my rims still spinning Even though the money slow we still spinning In this crazy world Let this world keep turning yeah my blunts still burning Same thing different day still burning In this crazy world and this dopes still selling And these niggas still telling When you make it through the day its no talent In this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) In this crazy world When I was fourteen I turned nothing to a quarter meal Probably why I never give a fuck about a record deal And I ain't never tried the shit imagine how that white feel But that don't even matter though trying to pay the light bill, Light bill, phone bill plus my granted nerve bills Feel like I should be taking off imagine how my nerves feel I want a new Bentley my aunty need a kidney And if I let her pass her children never will forgive me [Chorus] I ain't a x box so why you niggas trying to play with me I really be the streets so what you niggas got to say to me Cant be much cant be much (why?) cause I ain't listening I just left the hood and ill be damned if they ain't filling them want to see me fall off guess that just the way it be Old school triple beam them usually that the way it be And plus I got a driver that get them things from a to b Soon as you get your money right they hit you with conspiracy [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
This is the greatest show on earth
What's understood ain't gotta be said SIMPLE Don't Let em Down I see you Zipo, I got ya homie [Verse 1] No mo Jose no mo Rosie They locked my dog up and that ain't ro-zay All he wanted was the fame make it last forever You get some ones I get some ones we make it rain together I'm talkin' Quabo dreams crystal fetishes Smokin' everyday just to keep ya sanity Just me and nigga like what up doe Still partyin' the club closed an hour ago I guess the back to back Lambo's a thing of the past We used to talk on a chirp now we talking through a glass Just like the glass I know he sees right through me Transparent I can't hide my window pain I'm thinkin' what to say to make him have a better day I'm walkin' down this lil hallway like what the fuck I'm gonna say As I'm walkin' down the halls I feel the stress in the walls I need to lighten up man this shit is too tense Feels like I need? my heart aches so bad When he sees my face he's gonna be so glad Then I look into his eyes swear to god I seen his soul Tell me what can make a hot boy stare so cold As I looked a lil deeper I saw a lil hope then he cracked a smile He still got his pride Keep doin' what you doin' hold us real niggas down No matter what you do don't let us real niggas down [Chorus] Jeezy don't do it Don't you let em down Young Jeezy Don't you let em down Young Jeezy No no no no no No Jeezy don't do it [Verse 2] I done been through so much real life done lose touch And yet so much yell of my sense of smell and I don't mean that literally But I mean this literally these niggas actors me I'm a factory Known for movin' big money sh*t at least a tractor No breaks no tires I'm a ride for these streets yeah till the wheels Fall off It's gonna take more then hate to get my focus off can't knock the Hustle still stackin' dead presidents They say he on his way out well that's a Reasonable doubt ain't no niggas like the ones I got friend or foe politics as usual I'm feelin' it still livin' with regrets with all these imaginary players you must love me I told y'all in do time the city is mine [Chorus: x2] No, no |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
And you know... (Chea)
And you know... (Chea, get the money, get the money) And you know... (Get the money, nothin' but the money) And you know... (Bout the money, bout the money) And you know... (Bout the money, bout the money) (Young! Yeah, I see you nigga! Let's go!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (Hell nah!) I don't know you. (I don't know you niggas!) (Let's go!) (Yeaaah!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (The recession nigga!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I'm right back in ya ass homeboy!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) (Trying to take me out nigga!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Ay ay ay!) [Verse 1] Feelin' is in this shit That's right I'm in this bitch Ya'll niggas acting like Young ain't never did this shit Nigga, 500 grams, rock solid, no shake (shake) Call them thangs Chappelles, he wants his other half baked (Wooh!) You know I like to scramble mine, Waffle House style Or leave 'em sunny side up and let 'em chill for a while (Damn!) Not only have I done it, I did it, I lived it Delivered it myself, yeah I'm making house visits (Young!) I'm praying while I'm driving, it's making me religious In the head lights behind me, it's making me suspicious And maybe I'm trippin', and maybe I'm not (not) Maybe it's nothing (nothing), just hope it ain't the cops (Okay!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I told these niggas, homie!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Yeah!) (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (These niggas looking around for me!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (That's cool though!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Talk to 'em homie!) [Verse 2] I go there, get that and go back with that And then I flip that, then send that right back If it got 2 bags, it must be 5 stacks So you owe 5 stacks, bring that right back (Ah ha!) If it take too long, must be rerock 2 in the shoebox, nah these ain't Reebocks (Yeah!) I don't live there, I just cook there Ain't nothing in there, but fish and cookware (Young!) Can't drop our shit, work that fork though Lock up like woah, Young like fo' sho This shit right here, call that "come back" (Yeaaaah!) Drop this 9 off, and I'll be right back (Let's go!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Get at these niggas, homie!) [Verse 3] I don't know why these niggas tell lies Ya'll know damn well he ain't flippin' no pies All this bird talk make me want some Popeyes Ya'll getting no play off in my rides Fake ass niggas, how dare you compare Young? Black Crown Vic, yeah that used to scare Young My 6-2's come back like frisbees All these smoke fumes got me dizzy (Yeaaahhhhh!) They talk bricks, see I'm just listening (Ay!) *yawn* Say, I'm just listening (Yeah!) Hook might be tight, but that don't sound right I sold Snow White and he sold no white (Ayyy!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (I swear to god!) I don't know you. (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (I hear you niggas talk that shit!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I ain't see shit, yet!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I got this nigga!) I don't know you. [Outro: Jeezy singing/talking] And you know... (I ain't bouncing for none of you niggas, nigga) And you know... (I ain't cosigning none of you fake ass niggas) (Realest nigga in the BS nigga, Jezzy) And you know... (Ah ha ha!) And you know... (America is me!) And you know... (Ah ha ha!) (Yeah, they know me though!) (Let's go!) [Chorus Fading] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
And you know... (Chea)
And you know... (Chea, get the money, get the money) And you know... (Get the money, nothin' but the money) And you know... (Bout the money, bout the money) And you know... (Bout the money, bout the money) (Young! Yeah, I see you nigga! Let's go!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (Hell nah!) I don't know you. (I don't know you niggas!) (Let's go!) (Yeaaah!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (The recession nigga!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I'm right back in ya ass homeboy!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) (Trying to take me out nigga!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Ay ay ay!) [Verse 1] Feelin' is in this shit That's right I'm in this bitch Ya'll niggas acting like Young ain't never did this shit Nigga, 500 grams, rock solid, no shake (shake) Call them thangs Chappelles, he wants his other half baked (Wooh!) You know I like to scramble mine, Waffle House style Or leave 'em sunny side up and let 'em chill for a while (Damn!) Not only have I done it, I did it, I lived it Delivered it myself, yeah I'm making house visits (Young!) I'm praying while I'm driving, it's making me religious In the head lights behind me, it's making me suspicious And maybe I'm trippin', and maybe I'm not (not) Maybe it's nothing (nothing), just hope it ain't the cops (Okay!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I told these niggas, homie!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Yeah!) (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (These niggas looking around for me!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (That's cool though!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Talk to 'em homie!) [Verse 2] I go there, get that and go back with that And then I flip that, then send that right back If it got 2 bags, it must be 5 stacks So you owe 5 stacks, bring that right back (Ah ha!) If it take too long, must be rerock 2 in the shoebox, nah these ain't Reebocks (Yeah!) I don't live there, I just cook there Ain't nothing in there, but fish and cookware (Young!) Can't drop our shit, work that fork though Lock up like woah, Young like fo' sho This shit right here, call that "come back" (Yeaaaah!) Drop this 9 off, and I'll be right back (Let's go!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Get at these niggas, homie!) [Verse 3] I don't know why these niggas tell lies Ya'll know damn well he ain't flippin' no pies All this bird talk make me want some Popeyes Ya'll getting no play off in my rides Fake ass niggas, how dare you compare Young? Black Crown Vic, yeah that used to scare Young My 6-2's come back like frisbees All these smoke fumes got me dizzy (Yeaaahhhhh!) They talk bricks, see I'm just listening (Ay!) *yawn* Say, I'm just listening (Yeah!) Hook might be tight, but that don't sound right I sold Snow White and he sold no white (Ayyy!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (I swear to god!) I don't know you. (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (I hear you niggas talk that shit!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I ain't see shit, yet!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I got this nigga!) I don't know you. [Outro: Jeezy singing/talking] And you know... (I ain't bouncing for none of you niggas, nigga) And you know... (I ain't cosigning none of you fake ass niggas) (Realest nigga in the BS nigga, Jezzy) And you know... (Ah ha ha!) And you know... (America is me!) And you know... (Ah ha ha!) (Yeah, they know me though!) (Let's go!) [Chorus Fading] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Young Jeezy:
Waz Up You Gotta Man?!! Who Da Fuck Is Dat?? You Don't Know Who I Is?? Oh Yeah Well He Ain't Got Shit On Me!!! Ha Ha YOUNG!!!! [Chorus] Ya Nigga Ain'y Seein Me I Put That On Everythang Put That On Everythang Put Day On Everythang X 4 [Young Jeezy] I'm Going Out The Same Way I Came In Harder Than A Motherfucker real Street nigga i ain't nothin like these other suckas naw i mr. Club coaster i might buy this moutherfucker have these feds parked outside right outside this motherfucker you know the name bitch hotter than fish grease gotta a hundread gotta hundread movers that was this week she want me to get tha room man this bitch cheap what but she really roll the weed good and she a big freak yeah we owe 75 and her hands down my 87's doche canvona belt you know the mach elevens first name goach last name ends fix your mouth fix your face you might get a Benz!!! [Chorus] Ya Nigga Ain'y Seein Me I Put That On Everythang Put That On Everythang Put Day On Everythang X 4 [Lil Boosie] I Put That On Everythang Boosie Bad Azz!! Put That On Momma My Daddy and everythang i love for everythang i rap my gansters in the trap you can't see me when with a magnifying glass two hundread on the dash trys some gangs i bust your ass nigga whole clique iphones nigga get your shine on use to whip it up and zip it up now its the microphone no man alive can stop my i'm a hustler mane i want it bad cause bad azz come from nothin mane shinin on em' grindin on em' yall know what i'm talkin bout' if i show yo bitch my house she gone take my dick and floss show after show i'm gettin dope hundread g's at a time i'm MJ around my way and louisiana is mine NIGGA!!! [Chorus] Ya Nigga Ain'y Seein Me I Put That On Everythang Put That On Everythang Put Day On Everythang X 4 [Anthony Hamiton] Before You Report I'm A Man About His Biznus draw the line rydin' where the family is never cross it big bossin' it nothin now until i can solve it other dudes they can sue but they'll clown you i neal down on the real and i'll prey with you never walk to much i make you for us believe me i'll stay with my word!! [Young Jeezy] Yeah whats happenin oh okay haha one thing about it i know that means u bout it ya nigga ain't seein me waz up [Anthony Hamilton] Put that on everythang every thang every thang x3 |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Cause I get allot of that(I get allot of that)
Put your hands in the air if you get allot of that(if you get a lot of that) I get allot of that Put your hands in the air if you get allot of that [Chorus: x2] Let's talk about hate cause I get allot of that Talk about money cause I get allot of that (I get allot of that, I get allot of that, I get allot of that,) Cause I get allot of that This can't be it man this shit is stress full Is that what it is I'm just successful, Maybe I'm to good to hood low down no good I just keep shit real just like you should, Twist my fingers throw up my hood Let's get this money I know I would I know that's right but still we do wrong J-bo got 30 but still we moved on Get them clamps out Get my groove on I stay iced out Get my cool on Best be cool homes Get my goon on I'll bust them to homes Get my lose on [Chorus] They say young fell off yeah the boy done lost it Been porting all my life baby I'm just exhausted I take a Gatorade break to get everything straight Now I'm sitting here like how much Gatorade make How much money would it take to make some mo money Damn right a nigga straight come get some mo from me I sold millions made them millions But still yaw doubt me what's this with out me Can't be that bad still got my trap swag And every time I do a show I leave with a trap bag Money in trash bags I call that garbage 20 thousand a trash bag It looks like garbage [Chorus] I get allot of that allot of this I need allot of it Sit on my bedroom floor counting all of it That money be Ludacris It just might shock you If you can't find Chaka then my right hands keep it Look I am simply on of the best Can't even lie i can't vouch for the depressed Just like zip-lock they get killed in the plastic Best add five grams so you can weigh it in plastic I am so dirty they wrap me in plastic When they wrap me in plastic need to put me in traffic They say that I'm difficult even different Show me the difference I'll bring you the difference [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Everybody wanna be like me?
Y'all can be like me? Look at my watch Look at my wrist Nothin' like ya man he ain't shinin' like this Nothin' like ya man he ain't grindin' like this And even if he was, he ain't fuckin with cause I came so far from the bottom couldn't even see the top Just as soon as a fill the trap I'm rippin' up every block I'ma good god fearin' man with a criminal mind state Ain't nobody gave a shit and that's why we grind weight My grandma off in the church while I'm in the refrigerator In search of the baking soda right next to the mashed potatoes She prayin' for better days I'm prayin' they take this water Realest and stun and ship put that day on my mothers daughter [Chorus] My ambitions as a hustla (i wont deny it, I wont deny it) My ambitions as a hustla (i wont deny it im a straight hustla, I wont deny it) [Repeat: x3] Its Mr. Trap or die yeah yall remember me First album was a classic them critics weren't feelin' me Now as far as award shows we all know how that goes So whats all the doubt about because he ain't sellin' out Because he ain't givin' up because he don't give a fuck Because he ain't changin' up I guess he aint lean enough And just know I'm savin' up let you play with my sanity Gives a fuck what you think of me unless you feedin' my family Mother fuck all my enemies one time for my mini me's Listen to these niggas I bet you hear plenty me I'm who they pretend to be the one they pretend to do See me I'm a hustla I do what my hustlaz do [Chorus] Might not just be the best just know I plan to be I refuse to let suckers win but thats just the man in me Look it could be the G in me these niggas ain't seein' me Unless they seein' me in traffic and somethin' topic and drastic I say I grind like there 10 of me swear to god theres just one of me Look I know I ain't there yet just know that I'm gonna be I couldn't wait to see the day I could change where my momma stay Put the b.s. behind me theres too much money in front of me [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Everybody wanna be like me?
Y'all can be like me? Look at my watch Look at my wrist Nothin' like ya man he ain't shinin' like this Nothin' like ya man he ain't grindin' like this And even if he was, he ain't fuckin with cause I came so far from the bottom couldn't even see the top Just as soon as a fill the trap I'm rippin' up every block I'ma good god fearin' man with a criminal mind state Ain't nobody gave a shit and that's why we grind weight My grandma off in the church while I'm in the refrigerator In search of the baking soda right next to the mashed potatoes She prayin' for better days I'm prayin' they take this water Realest and stun and ship put that day on my mothers daughter [Chorus] My ambitions as a hustla (i wont deny it, I wont deny it) My ambitions as a hustla (i wont deny it im a straight hustla, I wont deny it) [Repeat: x3] Its Mr. Trap or die yeah yall remember me First album was a classic them critics weren't feelin' me Now as far as award shows we all know how that goes So whats all the doubt about because he ain't sellin' out Because he ain't givin' up because he don't give a fuck Because he ain't changin' up I guess he aint lean enough And just know I'm savin' up let you play with my sanity Gives a fuck what you think of me unless you feedin' my family Mother fuck all my enemies one time for my mini me's Listen to these niggas I bet you hear plenty me I'm who they pretend to be the one they pretend to do See me I'm a hustla I do what my hustlaz do [Chorus] Might not just be the best just know I plan to be I refuse to let suckers win but thats just the man in me Look it could be the G in me these niggas ain't seein' me Unless they seein' me in traffic and somethin' topic and drastic I say I grind like there 10 of me swear to god theres just one of me Look I know I ain't there yet just know that I'm gonna be I couldn't wait to see the day I could change where my momma stay Put the b.s. behind me theres too much money in front of me [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Yeah Be The Realest Shit I Never Wrote
I Aint Write This Shit By The Way Nigga Some Real Shit Right Here Nigga This Will Be The Realest Shit You Ever Quote Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay Lets Go {Verse 1} Today Was A Good Day Hope I Have Me A Great Night I Dunno What You Fishin For Hope You Catch You A Great White Me I See Great White Heavy As Killer Whales I Cannot Believe This Who Knew It Came In Bails Who Knew It Came With Jail Who Knew It Came With Prison Jus Cuz You Got An Opinion Does That Make You A Politician Bush Robbed All Of Us Would That Make Him A Criminal & Den He Cheated In Florida Would Dat Make Him a Seminal I Say And I Quote We Need A Miracle And I Say A Miracle Cuz This Shit Is Histerical By My Nephews And Nieces I Will Email Jesus Tell Him Forward To Moses And CC Allah Mr. Soul Survivor Does That Make Me A Konvict Be All U Can Be Now Dont Dat Sound Like Some Dumb Shit When You Die Over Crude Oil As Black As My Nigga Boo It's Really A Desert Storm Thats Word To My Nigga Clue Catch Me In Las Vegas A.R. Arizona Rep For Them Real Niggaz Im Winnin In California Winnin In Tennessee Hands Down Atlanta Landslide Alabama On My Way To Sevana My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay {Verse 2} I Said I Woke Up This Morning Headache THIS BIG Pay All These Damn Bills Feed All These Damn Kids Buy All These School Shoes Buy All These School Clothes For Some Strange Reason My Son Addicted To Polos Love Me Some Spinach Dip Im Addicted To Houston's And If The Numbers Is Right I Take A Trip Out To Houston A Earthquake Out In China A Hurricane In New Orleans Street Dreams Tour I Showed My Ass In New Orleans Did It For Soulja Slim Brought Out B.G. Its All Love Bun I'm Forgiving You Pimp C You Know How The Pimp Be That Nigga Go'n Speak His Mind If He Could Speak Down From Heaven He Tell Me Stay On My Grind Tell Him Im Doin Fine Obama For Mankind We Ready For Damn Change So Ya'll Let The Man Shine Stuntin On Martin Luther Feelin Just Like A King Guess Dis Is What He Meant When He Said Dat He Had A Dream My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay {Nas} YeaH History Black History No President Ever Did Shit For Me Had To Hit The Streets Try To Flip Some Keys So A Nigga Wont Go Broke Then They Put Us In Jail Now A Nigga Cant Go Vote So I Spend Dough All These Hoes Is Trippin She Aint A Politician Honeys A Polotician My President Is Black Rolls Golden Charms 22 Inch Rims Like Hulk Hogans Arms When Thousands Of People Is Riled Up To See You That Can Arouse Ya Ego You Got Mouths To Feed So Gotta Stay True To Who You Are And Where You Came From Cuz At The Top Will Be The Same Place You Hang From No Matter How Big You Can Ever Be For Whatever Fee Or Publicity Never Lose Your Integrity For Years Theres Been Surprise Horses In This Stable Just Two Albums In I'm The Realest Nigga On This Label Mr Black President Yeah Obama Fa Real They Gotta Put Ya Face On The $5000 Dollar Bill My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay (Outro} So Im Sittin Here Right Now Man (How Much You Tryna Pay) Its June 3rd Haha 2:08 Am Nigga I Wont Say Win Lose Or Draw Man We Congratulate You Already Homie See I Motivate The Thugs Right You Motivate Us Homie Thats What It Is This A Hands On Policy Ya'll Touchin Me Right Yeah 1st Black President Win Lose Or Draw Nigga Haha Matta Fact You Know What It Is Man Shouts Out Jackie Robinson Booker T Washington Homie Oh Y'all Aint Think I Knew That Shit Sydney Portea What Dey Do My President Is Black I'm Important Too Though Lambos Blue I'm Was The First Nigga To Ride Through My Hood In A Lamborghini Yeah Haha |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
I put on...(x4) I put on for my city, on on for my city (x4) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] When they see me off in traffic They say "Jeezy on some other shit" Send them pussy niggas Runnin straight back to the dealership Me I'm in my spaceship, Thats right I work for Nasa This 7H is not a fraud, Call that bitch my bodyguard Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, thats my bodyguard wear a lot of jewelry Young dont' do security what's whiter than a napkin, Harder than a dinner plate If you want it come and get it You know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin Out the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, Come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, Yeah I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait [Chorus:Young Jeezy] (x2) I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Half bag, top back, Ain't nothin but a young thug HKs, aK's, i need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps, You know I like it super sized Passenger's a redbone, Her Weave look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery, Imagine what she tellin me Blowin on asparagus, The realest shit I ever smoked Ridin to that Trap or Die, The realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli, So I keep that glock on me Don't get caught without one, Comin from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton, Flyin down Campbellton So fresh, so clean, On my way to Charlene [Chorus] (x2) [Verse Intro: Kanye West] I put on...(x3) I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On... [Verse 3: Kanye West] I feel like there's still Niggas that owe me checks I feel like there's still Bitches that owe me sex I feel like this But niggas don't know the stress I lost the only girl In the world that know me best I got the money and the fame And that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, Man that don't mean shit Cause when the Jesus Pieces can't bring me peace Sure I need just at least One of Russell's nieces On...I let my nightmares go I put on, Everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was frontin When they knew he was broke They say damn, Yeasy Yeasy, you don't Owe us no more You got that big fame homie, And you just changed on me You can ask big homie, Man the top so lonely I aint lyin So lonely I aint lyin Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) I put on [Chorus] (x2) [Outro: Kanye West] Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
(feat. Trey Songz)
Clear... Yeah... Ahaha... Yeah it's official Yeah... yeah yeah... Hey Ziggy I told them neggaz(oh Yah) They wouldn't believe me tho I do this shit tho [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] It's 3:45 She pulled up to my house Grabbed my strap, Got the door With a blunt in my mouth (haha) Say I'm 'bout to put the smack down You know I'll put the smack down And [? ] put the smack down She Park in the background Look at me I'm standing tall She knows how to keep it up We just left the club So you know we both drunk as f**k 30 min in... secound wind Call it cardioooooooo I go up and down round and round SUPER MARIO! Oh wee ohh wee she busting like a uzzy I'm riding that Zazuki She Wetting Such a Couzy Call it in... Coat 10 Get ready for the water Floowwwww Number 16 Terr it up [Chorus: Trey Songz] What can I say (I ain't lying) Ain't no easy way to say this (yahh...) And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can handel It) But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there) Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...) You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around) And I've been thinking about it all day long (all day long shawtii) And that two think I can't handel it (but her...) But I'm think I might end up taking it... [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I'm thinking about it, then by recieving... She can get it right back up, just give her a reason Any given season Winter, spring, Summer, Fall... I came to see the show baby gon and make the water fall She know I'm the one to call when she want that good shit She know I'm the one to call when she wants the hood shit Baby looking all good about to meet her all hood Jump her in the call yah you know the handle all wood I stepped up in the spot (spot) Yah Smelling like a pound Yah you know I'm taking nam-... Yee ain't got to take em down Yee ain't got to take em off for mehh... Over a? gresident? About to be an accident Just call for? Gressem? [Chorus: Trey Songz] What can I say (I ain't lying) Ain't no easy way to say this (yahh...) And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can handel It) But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there) Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...) You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around) And I've been thinking about it all day long (all day long shawtii) And that two think I can't handel it (but her...) But I'm think I might end up taking it... [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] I don't know if you can handle this... Know if you can handle mehh First I'm gonna star right here where your man shud be I don't know if you can handle this... Know if you can handle Young If yee ain't never had a real Negga, Better get you one Come thru on some thug shitt(thug shitt) Gotta respect shit Yahh I come thru on some thug shitt (thug shitt) Gotta Accept it She know that I'm never shy most time we Probly high Kid licked the kitty catt Yah gon need an Alliby [Chorus: Trey Songz] What can I say (I ain't lying) Ain't no easy way to say this(ain't no easy way to Tell you this) And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can handel It) But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there) Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...) You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around) And I've been thinking about it all day long (Ohh...) And that two think I can't handel it (ohh... but her...) But I'm think I might end up taking it... There... there there there there Take... Ing... It... There... there there there there... AHH [Fading/Repeat] And How you doing Jeezyy... [x3] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Young
Chea The recession is now here Feel like norm I'm gettin cheers I'm just speaking da truth Ain't my fault if it strikes fear Niggas heard it was a reccession The whole world went into a panic Glacier on my wrist Same thang that sunk the titanic Don't get frantic once you here the lyrics just chant it Ya'll not seen the bigger picture so stay out my frame I'm a menace to society cause I keep dat Kane Know you can't believe huh Straight from columbia Got da cubans on call like a nokia Mr.17 5 get it by da field Sell it by da batch And you better pay me fast Or I'll do you like yung berg Get cha chain snatched Kidnap yo kid you won't get either one back It's young Ayyyyyyy And I'm back Ayyyyyyyy And I'm back I'm not a techer buts heres yo lesson School of harknocks nigga The recession <i>[Chorus x2]</i> |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
I go to..
Like that don't cha Yeah yeah yeah (hahaha) Yeah nigga Turn me up a lil bit Said I'm stressed out..so tired My days..so long Said I'm stressed out..so tired Gotta..move on [Chorus] I needa vacation I'm goin' to Decatur Where its greater See if I could stack me up some paper I needa vacation.. I'm going to da bluff Where its rough See if I could cook me up enough I needa vacation.. I'm goin to College Park Where its dark See if I could cook me up somethin hard I needa vacation.. I'm going to the fo' Where it go An er'body know I make it snow I needa vacation.. See me standin here Like a chandelier Gangsta of da year Sippin' belvidere I'm smokin' inglewood I'm feelin' hella good A nigga wish he could I wish a nigga would I'm smokin' on dat good I'm grippin' on da grain Louie 13 Mixed wit hurricane Like a crippled mane You could catch me wit dat cane Gonna be a bloody murda If I catch you with my chain See these hatin' ass nigga Gettin' on my nerves I'm so up on da job I'm at a loss fa words I put it on da hood Gettin' money til I'm dead Only thang I'm fearin' is da muh'fuckin' feds [Chorus] Yeah I'm outta hur Send ya a post card N if ya outta dat Send ya some mo' hard I need some piecea mind Some relaxation I'm mindin' my biness So why ya nigga hatin' I keep it too real So why ya nigga fakin' Ya try it if ya want Cuz my nigga waitin' Won't let cha stress me out Won't let cha worry me Jus cause I'm doin' good Won't let cha murda me Its drivin' me insane Its makin' me crazy Ya know ya owe a nigga So fuckk you pay me I put it on da hood Gettin' money til I'm dead Only thang I'm fearin' is da muh'fuckin' feds [Chorus] I needa vacation I'm goin to Pittsburgh Where its greater See if I could stack me up some paper I needa vacation.. I'm goin' to Summerhill Where its rough See if I could cook me up enough I needa vacation.. I'm going to da H-wood Where its dark See if I could cook me up some hard I needa vacation.. Jones Berg south Where it go Er'body know I make it snow I needa vacation.. Said I'm stressed out..so tired My days..so long Said I'm stressed out..so tired Gotta..move On I needa vacation.. Chorus |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Yeah I told you Niggas
Yeah Niggas I told yalls I was coming back niggas I want it down below homies Lets go [Chorus] Welcome back Guess who's back and he is shinin' on you niggas Welcome back Guess who's back and he is stuntin' on you hoes Welcome back Yea I'm back and I'm shinin' on you niggas Welcome back Yea I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes Been on my grizzy but now I'm back in the place And if you show me the money ill put this brick in your face And if ya ain't got mo money ill put this strap in your face And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face Welcome back Guess what I don't give a fuck None of these niggas real as me I think I might line em up Fuck you man he ain't shit What you say Suck a dick Excuse me if I'm bein' rude Let me check my attitude Excuse me Mr. Attitude Why you got an attitude Can't stand the rapper niggers Thinking that its trap a nigga Where at they do to you What's happening? What up dude I've been done You too slow I'm too fast Movin' like slim fast Keep my Ronald Williams cash In a black Chevy bag [Chorus] So kind so kind Thank you very much What the fuck is goin' on Actin' like I lost touch I ain't never lost touch Dam sure ain't lost much Mater of fact I still got it Yea you know I'm still ballin' Catch me in my black T But I'm a business man Catch me at the kitchen table weighing out my business plan Young what your dentist plan None your fuckin' business man Whats wrong with your pussy niggas Needin' my opinions man OK here we go again Street status necessary Start talking blow again Got that bureau if the niggas sellin' blow again Streets think its necessary that a nigga blow a man [Chorus] In my yayo in my kitchen Sky storch every where White fat black top Kung Fu panda bear Call me sense I got the taiquondo My Angelina shit I want that Brad Pitt dough I said so funny same time snow money Ain't nothin' funny bitch I'm on my money shit A movie star bitch We can make our own flick I just came to beat it down You play with your own shit Yea OK I'm bout to wild out Call it a v neck Why Took a nine out 750 luck 750 head Bitch I don't even know what 750 is [Chorus] Yeah We told you niggas right |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Hey hoes ain't shit
And money ain't nothin' And if it ain't nothin' Then its gotta be somethin' And if it ain't somethin' Then its gotta be nothin' And if he ain't showed the cash Then he gotta be bluffin' My dog hit me up He say he gotta lick Gotta bad jump shot So he might shoot a brick Talkin' records on my line That's a technical foul Don't know what the fuck you talkin' bout I'm hangin' up right now Nigga you ain't nick cannon And this ain't wild and out Playin my position I ain't tryin' to foul out Instant replay yeah We bout to find out Hey where the referee I need to call the time out [Chorus: x2] If young is what they want Then young is what they gettin' They ask me what I do I tell em teachin' for a livin' What you say nigga I could show you how to make a mill right now And I could show you how to make a mill right now He say he just touched down And he need a dutch downed Second time he caught a date Think he goin' out a way Thirty six skyline We goin' for the fresh down Fresh planned defense Every time he come around We goin' to the super bowl If I make this field goal I understand you gotta beat Let me turn this knee to three He trippin' bout the extra point Make sure you bring my extra cash Next time I see your extra ass Hold up call the play Yeah I'm playin' quarterback 4 way 2 way bet I bring a quarter back Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back I got short on my pay That's a flag yell this way [Chorus] Ninth inning bases loaded I'm going for the grand slam Tax free tax free Don't give a shit to Uncle Sam Youngin' playin' softball You playin' softball Yeah I'm playin' softball Same colors golf balls Catch me in the outfield That's a whole lot of grass Tryin' to buy a franchise That's a whole lot of cash Yeah that's right I'm savin' up Think I'm gonna buy the team Watch me get my bounty on Trying to get my money clean Always quick watch the bitch Cant afford another strike If I make it through this shit Then I can play another night Money fight money fight Gotta get my money right But first I gotta kick these hoes So make sure that you ridin' wit me [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Hey hoes ain't shit
And money ain't nothin' And if it ain't nothin' Then its gotta be somethin' And if it ain't somethin' Then its gotta be nothin' And if he ain't showed the cash Then he gotta be bluffin' My dog hit me up He say he gotta lick Gotta bad jump shot So he might shoot a brick Talkin' records on my line That's a technical foul Don't know what the fuck you talkin' bout I'm hangin' up right now Nigga you ain't nick cannon And this ain't wild and out Playin my position I ain't tryin' to foul out Instant replay yeah We bout to find out Hey where the referee I need to call the time out [Chorus: x2] If young is what they want Then young is what they gettin' They ask me what I do I tell em teachin' for a livin' What you say nigga I could show you how to make a mill right now And I could show you how to make a mill right now He say he just touched down And he need a dutch downed Second time he caught a date Think he goin' out a way Thirty six skyline We goin' for the fresh down Fresh planned defense Every time he come around We goin' to the super bowl If I make this field goal I understand you gotta beat Let me turn this knee to three He trippin' bout the extra point Make sure you bring my extra cash Next time I see your extra ass Hold up call the play Yeah I'm playin' quarterback 4 way 2 way bet I bring a quarter back Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back I got short on my pay That's a flag yell this way [Chorus] Ninth inning bases loaded I'm going for the grand slam Tax free tax free Don't give a shit to Uncle Sam Youngin' playin' softball You playin' softball Yeah I'm playin' softball Same colors golf balls Catch me in the outfield That's a whole lot of grass Tryin' to buy a franchise That's a whole lot of cash Yeah that's right I'm savin' up Think I'm gonna buy the team Watch me get my bounty on Trying to get my money clean Always quick watch the bitch Cant afford another strike If I make it through this shit Then I can play another night Money fight money fight Gotta get my money right But first I gotta kick these hoes So make sure that you ridin' wit me [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
(Yeah y'all must done lost y'all mind)
Shawty Redd on the track (Aye bruh) What's happenin' homie (they rappin' like you makin' beats like me) I hear em nigga Shawty Redd on the track I trap all day trap all night Money all day I got money all night Why they keep sayin' yeah I don't even know I got court tomorrow I don't need to go I don't need a show I got shit to do Only God can judge me Who the fuck is you? They say who dat? Nigga we dat Today is trey day so I guess I'm tryin' to three dat Never have I ever served a nigga where he sleep at D's be at ya door nigga you ain't tryin' to see that See my suicide watch stay on suicide watch Kill yaself yeah them suicide rocks Had the nerve to write me a dear Young letter Killin' em Young you shoulda known better I paid too much you niggas play too much Let the swag do the talking I don't say too much You niggas sayin' too much Mr. 17.5 you niggas payin' too much [Chorus] They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Reportin' live from the trap They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Young live from the trap I don't chase no broads I chase money and power Next time I reup I'm a buy me a chopper And I ain't talkin AK's I'm talkin' shit wit propellers Fly to the club make my old bitch jealous Thug motivation this is straight celebration I see Gizzle in his chopper outside Central Station This ain't a mixtape but the tape's mixed Black tape red tape all on one brick Get it on the flo' get get it on the flo Last night I swear to God half a mil on the flo Fell asleep on the money like a pillow on the flo Woke up got money had to get it off the flo [Chorus] What you know about twenty grand stuffed in a white sock Pull off in a white drop like I play for the White Sox Play wit them white blocks play wit them white squares You call it what you want who the fuck cares? I don't never sleep, why? too paranoid, OK State of paranoia all I do is call my lawyer Tell em I know them niggas that might have a lil' trouble OK you knows me if you beat it I pay you double Y'all niggas knows me if I want to I make it double Just know it's water whipped so you might have a lil' trouble Might move a little slower might get a few complaints Say he ran outta gas he might need a half a tank Thank God it's Friday fresh off the highway Seen too many's out he bout to pull in the driveway Where? In the driveway Take the work out, cut the duct tape Check the work out, young! |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
(Yeah y'all must done lost y'all mind)
Shawty Redd on the track (Aye bruh) What's happenin' homie (they rappin' like you makin' beats like me) I hear em nigga Shawty Redd on the track I trap all day trap all night Money all day I got money all night Why they keep sayin' yeah I don't even know I got court tomorrow I don't need to go I don't need a show I got shit to do Only God can judge me Who the fuck is you? They say who dat? Nigga we dat Today is trey day so I guess I'm tryin' to three dat Never have I ever served a nigga where he sleep at D's be at ya door nigga you ain't tryin' to see that See my suicide watch stay on suicide watch Kill yaself yeah them suicide rocks Had the nerve to write me a dear Young letter Killin' em Young you shoulda known better I paid too much you niggas play too much Let the swag do the talking I don't say too much You niggas sayin' too much Mr. 17.5 you niggas payin' too much [Chorus] They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Reportin' live from the trap They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Young live from the trap I don't chase no broads I chase money and power Next time I reup I'm a buy me a chopper And I ain't talkin AK's I'm talkin' shit wit propellers Fly to the club make my old bitch jealous Thug motivation this is straight celebration I see Gizzle in his chopper outside Central Station This ain't a mixtape but the tape's mixed Black tape red tape all on one brick Get it on the flo' get get it on the flo Last night I swear to God half a mil on the flo Fell asleep on the money like a pillow on the flo Woke up got money had to get it off the flo [Chorus] What you know about twenty grand stuffed in a white sock Pull off in a white drop like I play for the White Sox Play wit them white blocks play wit them white squares You call it what you want who the fuck cares? I don't never sleep, why? too paranoid, OK State of paranoia all I do is call my lawyer Tell em I know them niggas that might have a lil' trouble OK you knows me if you beat it I pay you double Y'all niggas knows me if I want to I make it double Just know it's water whipped so you might have a lil' trouble Might move a little slower might get a few complaints Say he ran outta gas he might need a half a tank Thank God it's Friday fresh off the highway Seen too many's out he bout to pull in the driveway Where? In the driveway Take the work out, cut the duct tape Check the work out, young! |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Chorus]
You niggas want word play But I'm bout bird play 1st of them month, yea we call that bird day Just look at em' fly (hey) [Repeat: x2] You niggas want word play But I'm bout bird play 3rd of the month, yea we call that bird day Just look at em' fly (hey) [Repeat: x2] I'm way too intelligent To play wit my intelligence What you trying to say? What I'm sayings not relevant? I still represent Cause I'm a representa 3 Benz and just for a 9 PC chicken dinner Young boss right back like a rubber band Bought a whip "look y'all, no hands" "Stop this nonsense where's your roof?" All dis nonsense, there's no use Married to the game yea we just got eloped Depending on the shipment we might need a boat I'm talking big money anybody any on the case Yea we switched up the status now we on to the states [Chorus] It just a waste wit all hip hop Young killed hip hop? "don't you know this dumb nigga still talkin' crack rocks" Got everybody followin' that makes him a leader And he got to get indicted just to make u a believer If that's that case then I really do apologize That I memorize And I fantasize Then I visualize And I strategize One false move will get your ass penalized Nigga you can't be serious What if Pac was hearing this "You bullshitting me?" I'm sure biggie would agree If he had to pass the torch, then that bitch'll go to me Now wouldn't you agree? does it matter? I accept [Chorus] Have you ever see a blue rolls go on the black grass? Nigga go broke in investing a black mask Entrepreneur he found him a new crack A round of applause congratulate that nigga Cause when he get rich they goin' hate that nigga They goin' try they best to try n break that nigga [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Chorus]
You niggas want word play But I'm bout bird play 1st of them month, yea we call that bird day Just look at em' fly (hey) [Repeat: x2] You niggas want word play But I'm bout bird play 3rd of the month, yea we call that bird day Just look at em' fly (hey) [Repeat: x2] I'm way too intelligent To play wit my intelligence What you trying to say? What I'm sayings not relevant? I still represent Cause I'm a representa 3 Benz and just for a 9 PC chicken dinner Young boss right back like a rubber band Bought a whip "look y'all, no hands" "Stop this nonsense where's your roof?" All dis nonsense, there's no use Married to the game yea we just got eloped Depending on the shipment we might need a boat I'm talking big money anybody any on the case Yea we switched up the status now we on to the states [Chorus] It just a waste wit all hip hop Young killed hip hop? "don't you know this dumb nigga still talkin' crack rocks" Got everybody followin' that makes him a leader And he got to get indicted just to make u a believer If that's that case then I really do apologize That I memorize And I fantasize Then I visualize And I strategize One false move will get your ass penalized Nigga you can't be serious What if Pac was hearing this "You bullshitting me?" I'm sure biggie would agree If he had to pass the torch, then that bitch'll go to me Now wouldn't you agree? does it matter? I accept [Chorus] Have you ever see a blue rolls go on the black grass? Nigga go broke in investing a black mask Entrepreneur he found him a new crack A round of applause congratulate that nigga Cause when he get rich they goin' hate that nigga They goin' try they best to try n break that nigga [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - Put On [Explicit Version] [single] (2008)
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
I put on...(x4) I put on for my city, on on for my city (x4) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] When they see me off in traffic They say "Jeezy on some other shit" Send them pussy niggas Runnin straight back to the dealership Me I'm in my spaceship, Thats right I work for Nasa This 7H is not a fraud, Call that bitch my bodyguard Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, thats my bodyguard wear a lot of jewelry Young dont' do security what's whiter than a napkin, Harder than a dinner plate If you want it come and get it You know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin Out the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, Come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, Yeah I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait [Chorus:Young Jeezy] (x2) I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Half bag, top back, Ain't nothin but a young thug HKs, aK's, i need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps, You know I like it super sized Passenger's a redbone, Her Weave look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery, Imagine what she tellin me Blowin on asparagus, The realest shit I ever smoked Ridin to that Trap or Die, The realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli, So I keep that glock on me Don't get caught without one, Comin from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton, Flyin down Campbellton So fresh, so clean, On my way to Charlene [Chorus] (x2) [Verse Intro: Kanye West] I put on...(x3) I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On... [Verse 3: Kanye West] I feel like there's still Niggas that owe me checks I feel like there's still Bitches that owe me sex I feel like this But niggas don't know the stress I lost the only girl In the world that know me best I got the money and the fame And that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, Man that don't mean shit Cause when the Jesus Pieces can't bring me peace Sure I need just at least One of Russell's nieces On...I let my nightmares go I put on, Everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was frontin When they knew he was broke They say damn, Yeasy Yeasy, you don't Owe us no more You got that big fame homie, And you just changed on me You can ask big homie, Man the top so lonely I aint lyin So lonely I aint lyin Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) I put on [Chorus] (x2) [Outro: Kanye West] Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) |
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from Usher - Here I Stand (2008)
Gotta do it for the ladies and I gotta keep it hood
Where we at Polo (Ay) I see you Ryan ... you was right But we just gettin started You see you searching for somebody That`ll take you out and do you right Well come here baby and let daddy show you what it feel like You know all you gotta do is tell me what you sippin` on And I promise that I`m gonna keep it comin` all night long Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side And I think that shorty I`ve got a thing for you Doin` it on purpose winding and workin` it I can tell by the way you lookin` at me girl I wanna make love in this club (make love in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club, in this club) You got some friends rollin` wit you baby then that`s cool You can leave them with my niggas let em know that I got you If you didn`t know, you`re the only thing that`s on my mind Cuz the way I`m staring miss you Got me wantin to give it to you all night Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side I can`t take it no more baby I`m coming for you You keep doin` it on purpose winding and working it If we close our eyes it could be just me and you I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club) I`m what you want, I`m what you need He got you trapped, I`ll set you free Sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally I`ll be like your medicine, you`ll take every dose of me It`s going down on aisle 3, I`ll bag you like some groceries And every time you think about it You gon` want some more of me About to hit the club, make a movie yeah rated R Pulled up like a trap star, that`s if you have yo regular car You wanna make love to a thug in the club with his Sice on 87 jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on On the couch, on the table, on the bar, or on the floor You can meet me in the bathroom yeah you know I`m trying go Tonight it`s ... If we keep touching like this I know you scared they don`t know what we doin Keep it up girl I swear I`ma give it to you none stop And I don`t care who`s watchin ......... I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) |
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from Usher - Here I Stand (2008)
(T.I.)
I wanna see ya late night when the club stay hyped how ya dance on the floor make me wanna lay pipe(?) look so good, smell so nice how ya throw ya legs up in the air so high feel so good been there no lie cant break my bank dont care go try gotta watch and a bottle of patron on ice take one of these and begin your flight neva had so much fun in yo life help me help you get it in dont fight everything you like gettn done all night make DJ's play this song all night butt so round wanna touch that now owned my own club I shut that down just to watch you go up and down hit it from behind when you look back 'round give it to ya real cuz i love that sound you was a good girl you a nympho now hey try to keep up with the tempo now I beat that thang up then slow down hey pull your hair smack your rear baby chill just let go have no fear want you so bad im so sincere dont care who sees lets go get geared (Chorus) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) (Usher) (Listen) Got some friends rollin’ wit you baby then thats cool (thats cool, thats cool) You can leave em wit my niggaz let em know that I got you (got u, got u) If you didn’t know, you’re the only thing that’s on my mind (my mind, my mind) Cuz the way you staring miss you got me wantin to give it to you all night (hook) Lookin’ in your eyes while you on the other side I cant take it no more baby im comin for you You keep doin’ it on purpose whindin and workin’ it If we close our eyes it could be just me and you (Chorus) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) (Young Jeezy) I’m what you want, I’m what you need He got you trapped, I’ll set you free Sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally I’ll be like your medicine, you’ll take every dose of me It’s going down on isle 3. I’ll bag you like some groceries And every time you think about it you gon’ want some more of me Bout to hit the club, make a movie yeah rated R Pulled up like a trap star, thats if you had (in the car) Have you ever made love to a thug in the club with his sights on? 87 Jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on On the couch, on the table, on the bar, or on the floor You can meet me in the bathroom yeah you know I’m tryna go (usher) Might as well give me a kiss, if we keep touchin like this i know you scared baby, They dont know what we doin Lets both get undressed right here, keep it up girl i swear, imma give it to you non stop and i dont care, who's watchin...watchin...watchin (watchin watchin...ohhhh...in this club, on the floor, baby's just makin love) (Chorus) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) (lovin in...lovin in this club. 'eyyy...yea...ey..ey..love...in the club..in the club, ur the one, can u freak me babe?) (ey) X7 (usher) in the back, on the side, in the front. ya ya ya ya |
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from Mariah Carey 11집 - E=Mc² (2008)
It's M C and Y J Another hit okay We lookin' fine takin' off Saw us on a runway On any given Sunday Monday Tuesday They try to confuse me I never let 'em use me I was a girl you was a man I was too young to understand I was naive I just believed Everything that you told me Said you were strong Then I found out that you were weak Keepin' me there under your thumb Cause you were scared that I'd become much More than you could handle Shining like a chandelier That decorated every room inside The private hell we built And I dealt with it Like a kid I wished I could fly away But instead I kept my tears inside Cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying For the rest of my life with you I finally built up the strength to walk away Don't regret it but I still live with the side effects When I space am I still dreaming 'bout them violent times Still little protective 'bout the people that I let inside Still little defensive thinkin' 'bout me tryin' to run my life Still little depressed inside I fake a smile and deal with the side effects Side effects Side effects Side effects It didn't stop no one was there Couldn't be real had to keep quiet Once in awhile put up a fight It's just too much night after night After awhile I would just lie You wasn't wrong said you was right Did what I could just to survive Couldn't believe this was my life Flickering like a candle Do my best to handle sleeping with the enemy Whether he was smothering every last part of me So I broke away and finally found the strength to leave kept my tears inside Cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying For the rest of my life with you I finally built up the strength to walk away Don't regret it but I still live with the side effects When I space am I still dreaming 'bout them violent times Still little protective 'bout the people that I let inside Still little defensive thinkin' 'bout me tryin' to run my life Still little depressed inside I fake a smile and deal with the side effects Side effects Side effects Side effects Hey hey hey Let's go Hey Mafnifico or should I say Mafnificent Ain't nothing worth your happiness And I ain't caring who you're with Misery love company so we ain't tryin' to hang with y'all Hurt you if ya let 'em in Gotta keep ya sucka smilin' Keep tryin' to play I tell him I ain't blowin' tho Think they want me outta here I tell 'em I ain't goin' tho Side effects be drowsiness Loneliness How is this I think the call it hateration What can you prescribe for this Forgive but I can't forget Every day I deal with this I live with the side efffects But I ain't gonna let them get the best of me Forgive but I can't forget Every day I deal with this I live with the side efffects But I ain't gonna let them get the best of me Kept my tears inside Cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying For the rest of my life with you I finally built up the strength to walk away Don't regret it but I still live with the side effects When I space am I still dreaming 'bout them violent times Still little protective 'bout the people that I let inside Still little defensive thinkin' 'bout me tryin' to run my life Still little depressed inside I fake a smile and deal with the side effects Side effects Side effects Side effects |
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from Mariah Carey 11집 - E=Mc² (2008)
YOUNG JEEZY INTRO RAP I WAS A GIRL YOU WERE “THE MAN” I WAS TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND I WAS NAIVE I JUST BELIEVED EVERYTHING THAT YOU TOLD ME SAID YOU WERE STRONG, PROTECTING ME THEN I FOUND OUT THAT YOU WERE WEAK KEEPING ME THERE UNDER YOUR THUMB CAUSE YOU WERE SCARED THAT I'D BECOME MUCH MORE THAN YOU COULD HANDLE SHINING LIKE A CHANDELIER THAT DECORATED EVERY ROOM INSIDE THE PRIVATE HELL WE BUILT AND I DEALT WITH IT LIKE A KID I WISHED I COULD FLY AWAY BUT INSTEAD I
KEPT MY TEARS INSIDE CAUSE I KNEW IF I STARTED I'D KEEP CRYIN FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU I FINALLY BUILT UP THE STRENGTH TO WALK AWAY DON'T REGRET IT BUT I STILL LIVE WITH THE SIDE EFFECTS WAKIN’ UP SCARED SOME NIGHTS STILL DREAMING ‘BOUT THE VIOLENT TIMES STILL A LITTLE PROTECTIVE ‘BOUT THE PEOPLE THAT I LET INSIDE STILL A LITTLE DEFENSIVE THINKING FOLKS BE TRYIN’ TO RUN MY LIFE STILL A LITTLE DEPRESSED INSIDE I FAKE A SMILE AND DEAL WITH THE SIDE EFFECTS SIDE EFFECTS SIDE EFFECTS SIDE EFFECTS VACANT INSIDE, NO ONE WAS THERE COULDN'T BE REAL, HAD TO KEEP QUIET ONCE IN A WHILE PUT UP A FIGHT IT'S JUST TOO MUCH NIGHT AFTER NIGHT AFTER A WHILE I WOULD JUST LIE YOU WERE DEAD WRONG SAID YOU WERE RIGHT DID WHAT I COULD JUST TO SURVIVE COULDN'T BELIEVE THIS WAS MY LIFE FLICKERING LIKE A CANDLE DOING MY BEST TO HANDLE SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY AWARE THAT HE WAS SMOTHERING EVERY LAST PART OF ME SO I BROKE AWAY AND FINALLY FOUND THE STRENGTH TO BREATHE KEPT MY TEARS INSIDE CAUSE I KNEW IF I STARTED I'D KEEP CRYIN’ FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU I FINALLY BUILT UP THE STRENGTH TO WALK AWAY DON'T REGRET IT BUT I STILL LIVE WITH THE SIDE EFFECTS WAKIN’ UP SCARED SOME NIGHTS STILL DREAMING ‘BOUT THE VIOLENT TIMES STILL A LITTLE PROTECTIVE ‘BOUT THE PEOPLE THAT I LET INSIDE STILL A LITTLE DEFENSIVE THINKING FOLKS BE TRYIN’ TO RUN MY LIFE STILL A LITTLE DEPRESSED INSIDE I FAKE A SMILE AND DEAL WITH THE SIDE EFFECTS SIDE EFFECTS SIDE EFFECTS SIDE EFFECTS YOUNG JEEZY RAP FORGIVE BUT I CAN'T FORGET EVERYDAY I DEAL WITH THIS I LIVE WITH THE SIDE EFFECTS BUT I AIN’ GON' LET THEM GET THE BEST OF ME FORGIVE BUT I CAN'T FORGET EVERYDAY I DEAL WITH THIS I LIVE WITH THE SIDE EFFECTS BUT I AIN’ GON’ LET THEM GET THE BEST OF ME (CHORUS REPEAT) |
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from Usher - Love In This Club (2008)
Gotta do it for the ladies and I gotta keep it hood
Where we at Polo (Ay) I see you Ryan ... you was right But we just gettin started You see you searching for somebody That`ll take you out and do you right Well come here baby and let daddy show you what it feel like You know all you gotta do is tell me what you sippin` on And I promise that I`m gonna keep it comin` all night long Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side And I think that shorty I`ve got a thing for you Doin` it on purpose winding and workin` it I can tell by the way you lookin` at me girl I wanna make love in this club (make love in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club, in this club) You got some friends rollin` wit you baby then that`s cool You can leave them with my niggas let em know that I got you If you didn`t know, you`re the only thing that`s on my mind Cuz the way I`m staring miss you Got me wantin to give it to you all night Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side I can`t take it no more baby I`m coming for you You keep doin` it on purpose winding and working it If we close our eyes it could be just me and you I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club) I`m what you want, I`m what you need He got you trapped, I`ll set you free Sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally I`ll be like your medicine, you`ll take every dose of me It`s going down on aisle 3, I`ll bag you like some groceries And every time you think about it You gon` want some more of me About to hit the club, make a movie yeah rated R Pulled up like a trap star, that`s if you have yo regular car You wanna make love to a thug in the club with his Sice on 87 jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on On the couch, on the table, on the bar, or on the floor You can meet me in the bathroom yeah you know I`m trying go Tonight it`s ... If we keep touching like this I know you scared they don`t know what we doin Keep it up girl I swear I`ma give it to you none stop And I don`t care who`s watchin ......... I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
DJ Khaled
Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money We got money We da best Rick Ross Ridin big, gettin mine Two microwaves flip a brick at a time Bandana on da handle ready for da whip When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear I disappear in da middle of da night When I reappear bet da boss look so bright Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy We ridin low, Gettin high 80 round drum let ya know da time When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine Ridin on da 2 4's runnin ahead of my time Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line In da hood ho niggas act funny Only real niggas really get to touch cash money Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Birdman Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Young Jeezy I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums There's money out here, we just tryin to get some Cool like Dre nigga, A like K When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G Sounds like anotha code feeling to me Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it F**k around and get everybody inedited Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic F**k around go dead broke tryin to fight it Lil Wayne I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch I aint a asshole, but I'm on some hood shit I wish I would switch, I don't know how Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile Mean mug, like I can't smile Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto DJ Khaled Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva We got money nigga |
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from Mariah Carey - Shake It Off (Remixes) [single] (2007)
[Chorus]
I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off By the time you get this message It's gonna be too late So don't bother paging me 'Cause I'll be on my way See, I grabbed all my diamonds and clothes Just ask your momma she knows You're gonna miss me baby Hate to say I told you so Well at first I didn't know But now it's clear to me You would cheat with all your freaks And lie compulsively So I packed up my Louie Vuitton Jumped in your ride and took off You'll never ever find a girl Who loves you more than me [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off [Bridge] I gotta shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... I found out about a gang Of your dirty little deeds With this one and that one By the pool, on the beach, in the streets Heard y'all was Hold up my phone's breakin' up I'ma hang up and call the machine right back I gotta get this off of my mind You wasn't worth my time So I'm leaving you behind Cause I need a real love in my life Save this recording because I'm never coming back home Baby I'm gone Don't cha know [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciated all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off [Bridge] [Chorus] [Bridge] |
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