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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
Pooh Bear:
Standing on the mountain top Countin all this Money Laughin at you Haterz Ain’t Nothing Gonna Save you Khaled: Yeah, Welcome Back Another small Buy we global Feel my pain The internet cant deal with a nigga like me Cus i keep it so hood, yeah i keep it so Street The industry hate but they gotta see me Turn your tvs on bet all u see is me Nah i aint playing why you trying to blame me Might as well hate the world instead of hating on me Pooh Bear: And we taking over, One label at a time Khaled: I need that clearence feed me more come and think about it you need it more Uhh i am miami i do this for miami, 24 and 7 trays yeah nigga we born and raised Joe Crack we showed them Damn right I'm so conceited I know it made you sick, Guess what it made me rich Shout out to all my DJ's Projects I know you feel me Thank God for rubber bands Thanks for brown paper bags Phantoms' our paper tags This one's for all the fans Pooh Bear: Standing on the mountain top Countin all this Money Laughin at you Haterz Ain’t Nothing Gonna Save you Khaled: I Introduce you to Ace Hood: Ace Hood! Khaled: Get Em. Ace Hood: mo money mo problems They Holla I get em I got em I’m bout da Bugatti's The beasts and I feasts of the bottom Youngens they charge feeding heat from the teeth of the lava Ain't stopping I’m Steady Moppin Leave you inside of a coffin Bitch I am Ace add the H to the Double O D And When you Mention Greatness Bitch you better be mentioning me And when you say The best you definitely mentioning we(the best) They said I couldn’t do it Proovin dem Ludacris Niggas Who doubted the music They influenced and movin through me I’m Times 3 Hit a fiend and its deeper than me Call me Young Hov the way I change and I bang on the beat My Album coming tell them pussies they stayin a sleep Its G-U-T-T-A I serve em as raw as the beef My replication of this creature I mention its me My Album Droppin see the Dead will be living through me That means greatness is Biggie and Pac deceased |
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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
[And we go by the runners]
I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from I do it for the hood 'cause the hood told me I could If the they ain't run, you don't stress Tell them niggas that we the best Fuck the best, we run this game Kanye West, Khaled and Pain If you could, you would get rid of me What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard But I won't let you get to me You should already thinkin I'm-a go hard If you were as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo' yard Makin' money ain't shit to me This in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am, I will, I gots to go You got another way to live, you gots to go on I am gettin' it in until the end I got to go, go, go, go hard Kanye West I go the hardest Flow so retard I'm disgusted with myself I mean, ughh, where do I start? First I stand around and vomit Then I shit up on it Fuck the beat up so bad Won't nobody get up on it I flow so sick Nigga, how sick Sea sick Got your hand out, don't look at me, bitch You lookin' at who made me rich You lookin' at who made me rich I have some wins, some losses Just a life of a goddamn boss's with the top off Lookin' for a girl with a ass as fat as tracy roslet[? ] This is no bad as it get Dope as a motherfuckin' acid trip Fly as 57 passengers This finna be another classic bitch Everybody know I got if you want it then get at it But I ain't gon' have No, I ain't gon' have it If you could, you would get rid of me What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard? But I won't let you get to me You should already thinkin' I'm-a go hard If you were as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo' yard Makin' money ain't shit to me This in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am, I will, I gots to go You got another way to live, you gots to go on I am gettin' it in until the end I got to go, go, go, go hard Kanye West I ain't ever been scurred Never been a type to bite my words When I came up, y'all gave me shit Now I'm finna make y'all eat them turds Always said what the fuck I felt Gon' head spit that murder I wrote Man, I don't care what you felt Fuck you, nigga, I know I'm dope Dope like I'm comin' to get my all Felt like I had to play the fly on the wall Felt like niggas was stuntin' on me Funny how I'm flyer than them all Now I'm at the top, ain't nowhere to go now Instead of me, she gon' go down Maybe I would've slowed down if I knew what I knew now I'm scooby, I know I'm dumb It could get fuckin' old but it's good, I'm young But my heart get cold as the hood I'm from Tell me what it take to be number one I guess it's gon' be what it's gon' be But here's one thing you got to hear I'm-a tell you like George Bush told me Fuck y'all niggas, I'm out of here If you could, you would get rid of me What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard? But I won't let you get to me You should already thinkin' I'm-a go hard If you were as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo' yard Makin' money ain't shit to me This in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am, I will, I gots to go You got another way to live, you gots to go on I am gettin' it in until the end I got to go, go, go, go hard |
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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
[DJ Khaled:]
DJ Khaled, We the Best Season has returned (Akon: Cause im out here grindin') I do this for the streets, the RUNNERS (Akon: Cause im out here grindin') [Akon:] Hey Hey I don't care what nobody say I'm a be me (be me) Stay hood, stay rasied in the streets (Cause I'm out here grindin') Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I gotta give me me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't slept in 8 days I can go for 8 weeks Ain't nothing to me cause I am the streets. [Rick Ross:] Put my life on the line But I'm likely to ride I'm on top of the game F**k If you like it or not Ask how I get freesh Strawberry swishy sweets You'll be dealing with H when you dealing with G's Now she deal with the realest Shopping like it's still december Diplomat on the fender of the phantom I'm the winner I do it for the hood I do it cause you're gay You suckers wish you could ricky ross im in the bank Plies:] Hey feds, Heard your bringing my name up Know you want me bad Think I give a f**k Better indict me now Before price go up Came in the world thuggin leaving with big nuts Yeah I run it with killas homie, so what? What you want me to tell you, i sold a little dust? Send George Forman I bet he leave butts I ain't scared to go I beileve in jesus [[Akon:] I don't care what nobody say I'm a be me (be me) Stay hood, stay rasied in the streets (Cause I'm out here grindin') Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I gotta give me me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't slept in 8 days I can go for 8 weeks Ain't nothing to me Cause I am the streets [Lil Boosie:] W E T H E B E S T DJ Khaley (WE DA BEST) W E T H E B E S T (DJ Khaled) That's ME! W E T H E B E S T DJ Khaley (WE DA BEST) W E T H E B E S T (DJ Khaled) That's ME! I wake up to get my cake up I'm out here grindin' What can I say I'm a product of my environment Uh oh, I'm in the game Watch me do me Kickin these niggas Khaled man call this bruce lee Summer winter spring I can't forget the fall I still remain a dog A diabetic and all All I want is my paper I don't care what they say They stick their tongue out when they bow they head (Cause We Da Best) [Trick Daddy:] You niggas flies Before you were just maggots I'm the shit bitch Because I'm black flagging Yes sir the DR the new sqaud You niggas soft We go hard They like oh god there go t double He got his clique and his brothers (haha) I know it's gon be trouble Dark boys on the black gas see they don't black mask Now they cant stand my black ass [Akon:] I don't care what nobody say I'm a be me (be me) Stay hood, stay rasied in the streets (Cause I'm out here grindin') Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin') (Lil Wayne: Khaled I got ya) I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie (Lil Wayne: Its the Monster) I gotta give me me (Cause I'm out here grindin') (Lil Wayne: Imaa beassst, Ima Beeeasssttt) I ain't slept in 8 days I can go for 8 weeks Ain't nothing to me cause I am the streets [Ace Hood:] Hey knock knock Yea I'm knocking on the banks door Gimme the million dollars and I'm dropping off the cash flow See you ain't heard I hit a lick Now my money right Spend it on the u-haul dipping on the turn pike Call up my dogs Brag on my face Bodies gon fall Tell em it's Ace If I catch a charge Nigga ima flee the state Hit my niggas [LA Re to Cali?] Watch me beat the case [lil wayne:] haha and we are the best and weezy be the shhs like two hs after s i got these niggaz on shhs like i gone deaf and i'm right right, you're wrong left hahaha check out the bizzare i'm regularly irregular khaled best dj, weezy best rapper if khaled say its a movie then weezy best actor [Akon:] I don't care what nobody say I'm a be me (be me) Stay hood, stay rasied on the streets (Cause I'm out here grindin') Niggas talk about greatness Whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I gotta give me me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't slept in 8 days I can go for 8 weeks Ain't nothing to me cause I am the streets! |
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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
Yeah, I met this shorty last night right, real rap
And you know she looked like she was with her man And you know I ask, you with your man She was like, nah that's my friend, oh okay So that was my cue, ayo, Fab, aye, Khaled Shorty wanna give me the go ahead That I'ma stay even when I need to go ahead And if I feel somethin' I'ma try Figured you winked at me not just somethin' in your eye See shawty, you ain't got to tell me what I know That was E40 who said tell me when to go I know I got the green light and y'all get the red light So if the head right I'll be there every night Every night like a playoff game You hard workin' haters take a day off, man We the what? We the best, that's so true When I walk in this bitch, baby that's your cue I know you see me starin' girl, I see you lookin' at me Go find and it's apparent girl you feelin' luck in the street Girl tell me what's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead What's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead It's the boss, you know we global DJ Khaled, Flo-Rida, ya know how it is Baby you need international phone call to call me It's global right here I need bitch who motivated and know multiplication It's serve collect calls 'cause I got multiple cases Let it be house yea, the comfortable places Married to the game on a prenuptial basis Khaled, he the best in the game when he break it She the baddest in the club and I'm willin' to take it We got a lot 'o dollars, gotta be willin' to make it And if you wanna baby, might just be willin' to taste it Boss, I'm thuggin' and she lovin' it Gotta have protect one, sippin' on that bubbly It's hard not to notice me, we known globally He's sittin' on the top of the world just so comfortably I know you see me starin' girl, I see you lookin' at me Go find and it's apparent girl you feelin' luck in the street Girl tell me what's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead What's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead Hey, let me get the okay shawty, what's on your brain? I wanna know I see you lookin', I been peepin' your game I get a rhythm, see me jookin' T, teach you a thang Or two, I'm in the dang zip, you wanna come entertain me boo? We can do that, there, just gimme the go Been a playa unprepared, everybody grown folks 'Round here, them gold bottles hold them up Then we can say cheers, let's take a toast No wheat or white bread in my Pilsbury dough Just give me the right head with the letters G O All eyes on you like your momma, lame as a video Imagine you and other kitties strollin' all over the city I know you see me starin' girl, I see you lookin' at me Go find and it's apparent girl you feelin' luck in the street Crack, how hot is hot? She on fire baby, burn the block I even taught her how to turn to pot You cool it off, and it come back rock crack Yes, I am him Pull strings like a violin Then I cross over like I'm Iverson To Z100 out to Ireland White chicks is standin' on line Black chicks is standin' on line Don't discriminate, I disintegrate So much cake, maybe we can get away I know you see me starin' girl, I see you lookin' at me Go find and it's apparent girl you feelin' luck in the street Girl tell me what's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead What's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead |
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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
The season has returned, DJ Khaled
We global now, we global We international now International, Nasir Money fall out the sky when I speak Gotta valet, can't leave mine in these streets Can't carpool, the crew is too deep Why tuck it all in? The jewels are too sweet You should ball if you could I be diggin' in my pockets, it ain't trickin' if you got it And since a nigga from the projects Champagne out of a can would be the fly shit And I'm a history major Hood motivational speaker Rap Led Zeppelin, best dressed list Show you how to bubble off of large investments Ya heard me and this journey, I'm the journalist Line around the block to hear the words of the herbalist Send ya girl to the Dominicans to perm her shit Tell her tonight, we gonna see Nas return to his murder shit It's still nasty, bone in the flesh God's son, never gone, never left King, I play every card in the deck The whole world waitin' for what I'ma do next And y'all already know where I came from Queensbridge reppin' since day one Nigga I'm on (Come on) I'm on (Come on) I'm on (Come on) I'm on (Nasir) Come on Out of the shadows, into the light I have the power to take back what's mine (Can't hide, can't hide) We have the power (Alive, it's so fine to be alive) We are the light I'm God's hit man, Chopard wristband New York crown jewel, no if-and's Top five, I'm the one, two, three, four and the fifth man Smoke a hookah in Istanbul, I'm quicksand I'm 5 Mics, five points of light, hit the stage like a meteorite They wanna all hear Ether tonight But we ain't beefin' tonight that's history So now when you mention me say I'm a mystery Like six degrees or the seven hills of Sicily I need a vasectomy They resurrected me but nothing is left for me Just when you thought you'd seen the best of me I take it a notch higher, yeah, sip more wine than a Somalian Get around town in a private lear and by sun down I'm up out of here It's still nasty, bone in the flesh God's son, never gone, never left King, I play every card in the deck The whole world waitin' for what I'ma do next And y'all already know where I came from Queensbridge reppin' since day one Nigga I'm on (Come on) I'm on (Come on) I'm on (Come on) I'm on (Nasir) Come on Out of the shadows, into the light I have the power to take back what's mine (Can't hide, can't hide) We have the power (Alive, it's so fine to be alive) We are the light Power, paper, palace is so high Lookin' over skyscrapers, wildin' out in Dubai Do I look like I never seen the better things? Emerald ring, I chase cheddar mean Pockets on swole since eighteen years old Gettin' my dough, cigars are hand-rolled From Guantanamo, Gallardo's, the car shows The Narcos, Gestapos, Optimos 'Cause I love the dough more than you know Still ain't reach the pinnacle Braveheart general since 9-4 Got the belt to show certified classic 9-6, Street Dreams was blastin' And no way they wanna hire assassins, they still harassin' I'm so platinum, it's natural A nigga is my acronym, lights, camera, actionin' It's still nasty, bone in the flesh God's son, never gone, never left King, I play every card in the deck The whole world waitin' for what I'ma do next And y'all already know where I came from Queensbridge reppin' since day one Nigga I'm on (Come on) I'm on (Come on) I'm on (Come on) I'm on (Nasir) Come on Out of the shadows, into the light I have the power to take back what's mine (Can't hide, can't hide) We have the power (Alive, it's so fine to be alive) We are the light Nigga I'm on I'm on, come on This is We global now, we global We international now, international Nasir |
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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
I would usually scream all over this intro
But I'mma let my friends tell you We global, we global now, we made it We done been around the world, seen a lot girls, girls It started off local, now we global And baby we da best, we da best We da best, we da best See we do it for the hood Make it understood, we bought that paper and we global And baby we da best, we da best We da best, we da best, we da best Blast through, when I come through All the pretty women wanna know what it do Make moves, I break rules And baby when I leave I want your friend to come too We rich nigga, money make the playa haters sit Go figure, straight go getta And when I tell you we da best, it's no lie, we live, it's televised And if you feel me, put your hands in the sky Let's make a oath that we never be broke again We done been around the world, seen a lot girls, girls It started off local, now we global And baby we da best, we da best We da best, we da best See we do it for the hood Make it understood, we bought that paper and we global And baby we da best, we da best We da best, we da best, we da best I'm second to none, they're descending upon Tattoo on my arm, Tony Montana the one We da best, yes we nigga, just got that new yacht to get em sea sicka Yeah yeah, i love the way she do it Mask on her face, first she chop it then screw it Niggas coming ready raw 'cause I speaking fluids talking money That's something that you don't what to do with, I done rock with Mary J Blige, my nigga, try petting the recession, yeah some that nigga The big boy get the big boy's rush The only nigga made 20 mill' fuckin' with Koch We done been around the world, seen a lot girls, girls It started off local, now we global And baby, we da best, we da best We da best, we da best See we do it for the hood Make it understood, we bought that paper and we global And baby we da best, we da best We da best, we da best, we da best I'm so independent, but the radio play 'em Fuck 'em all night, and hit the streets in the a.m. A milli off top if I video tape 'em I seen a lot of girls, from LA to Jamaica Yeah, and all the girls they wanna get freaky with me Yeah, I'm in the club with a girl Spanish, Japanese Ya my nigga DJ Khaled, girls alone and you know we the best And we so flawless, It's your boy Ray J getting' that money We done been around the world, seen a lot girls, girls It started off local, now we global And baby we da best, we da best We da best, we da best See we do it for the hood Make it understood, we bought that paper and we global And baby we da best, we da best We da best, we da best, we da best |
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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
DJ Khaled
She's blazin' up She's blazin' up the Gucci man It is from the wildy fuck because the side and up U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup Because she's blazin' up She's blazin' up the Gucci man And it's from the side and up because the side and up She a man, uh a wanton, fire She's blazin' up Missy be the shigady, you bomb digady I can take your man shawty that's foshigady Foshigady, I make a lot migady Money ain't a biggady I make ya' so sik of me, I make history like Khaled make a movie It's yours truly, I'll send G'd like a purpo D Spend the new G's on the bag and the shoes see the Gucci, Gucci The Fendy and the look on me I got a groopie that wanna do me I got a hotter chingalling a taste ov oochi, oouchi wallin', baby You got a problem, baby, go, get me, baby Fuckin' wit da hottest, baby K-H-A-L-E-D You got your boys Then I look 'em on me, eh, eh, eh I'd rather spend a ching-aling on it, eh, eh, eh I'd rather spend a ching-aling on it (Woo) She's blazin' up She's blazin' up the Gucci man It is from the wildy fuck because the side and up U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup Because she's blazin' up She's blazin' up the Gucci man And it's from the side and cup because the side and up She a man uh a wanton fire She's blazin' up Become in love dem ott gurls Duffle man dey bring da gi and da vaga into my world Sport center to the fuck gurls Cenemar left dem out now dey come out on my word So I'm dickin' on my ladies So every women out dere Start likin' me apres dis So wen I get to say dis Every boy named K-a-led to da K space Out my wife to uh dingin' apred dis Duffle man out ther wish I'm not ladies When I'm at the bar man champagne outrageous Stick your body out in my sister Mercedes Blazin' oh, man your energeny is outsa Blazin' oh man stick your body outta On my need on energy on us Streight upon the lies the busta mere putsa She's blazin' up She's blazin' up the Gucci man It is from the wildy fuck because the side and up U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup Because she's blazin' up She's blazin' up the Gucci man And it's from the side and up because the side and up She a man uh a wanton fire She's blazin' up I dont give you non knock on would I'm a muthafuckin' freak and yo' ass look good And I give it too you good Until the day we through Heard you a freak, ya me too O I'll monkey fuck in a way you never heard of Chokin' wit my tung, I'm a peal or a pearl My little mama open and there ain't no denyin' Shawty gobblin' up my meat And I will nigga drive you got enough to eat Well, here's a sip of Aquafina Mouth so pretty with lips like Angelina I ain't neva seen a chick look like such a winner Shawty got an extra bite, she got a little foreign in her house She give it to me wen we had to do it, do it She was makin' funny noises like ouit, ouit She was lookin' at me funny and I know I wasn't buggin' Shawty give the kinda sounds like I was dik And now it's rushin' (Ooh) She's blazin' up She's blazin' up the Gucci man It is from the wildy Fuck because the side and up U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup Because she's blazin' up She's blazin' up the Gucci man And it's from the side and up because the side and up She a man uh a wanton fire She's blazin' up |
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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
It's so incredible
Yeah, it's the DJ Khaled, Khaled, Khaled I do this for the projects I got the mothafucking gutta on this track I got the projects on this one You have no idea why you started But guess this is your final warning And boy, we don't care who you calling Nothing can save you now Shotta youts will run up in your apartment So unno betta mind where you walking Goddamn man, can to your target Nothing can save you know See you dun push the wrong button And cross the wrong line Stepped on the wrong shoe Muthafucka, it was mine Time and time They get me out the tandem Me are da true, I traded mine in For caveman king You don't wanna fuck with The Southside Gotcha boys Y'all ain't know trill ass niggas Y'all some boxy boys And pull shots on boys Scattered like a roach And put that on the fifth I'm the nigga you don't wanna approach I was raised in the heart of the jungle The belly of the beast And this lick here sweet, I'm so flawed You can put me on the front line Ass back nicks, I don't represent the gun shy Thing about the street life Homie, I live, wear my heart on my sleeve And niggas gotta fear life From the bottom to the top, east to the west All I gotta say is Khaled, nigga we the best You have no idea why you started But guess this is your final warning And boy, we don't care who you calling Nothing can save you now Yo, bdah, bdah, bdah Khaled, go let me see 'em Hand me the fucking clever 'Cause I got a fucking fever For all the evil Kinevel people Who try to stunt Call me Danny Glover I'm lethal this ain't no sequel Shoot you people while you sleeping The grim reaper is out to lunch Nothing can save you now Put holes in you mouth so you can't be found And Khaled got my back He gon' shoot a hundred rounds So say hello to death If you ever in my town I came from the eggs of a goddess And the balls of a gigolo All I had was 2 ounces An old Chevy and Figaro Blood shed apart my feet And bad vibes got a nigga rocking voodoo deep Lord forgive me, I know not a better way And pop has tried to stick me Damn I need some better ye Ring the alarm, tell 'em people come, come Look at what the fuck the Briscgun, yeah It's the final warning Khaled, these niggas talking I'm an orphin And leave a hole in his head Like a dolphin Fuck a hole in one, ain't golfin' I'ma put his whole unit in a coffin 'Cause any nigga fuck wit my pocket I'ma open his ass off, like suicide doors Any badass niggas, y'all scared of that lake I'ma tell you once don't be scared of the Dre You have no idea why you started But guess this is your final warning And boy, we don't care who your calling Nothing can save you now I'm usually cool, but know I gotta bet back I tried telling ya, ain't wit'cha death threats I let my nigga know, tell 'em go hammer that And it ain't gon' take all day We know where you live at I'll bet ya hide from ya neighbors Keep 'em mad shawty That's how we kill 'em babies Holla Khaled, and tell him I'm on the way now I just had to hit a lick in the A-Town Look at me it's shawty So bossy, and I don't feel like that Can't stop me now, now, now You see what's happening? Big shit dun popped off I'm the best nigga, you can ask Khaled I'm the best nigga You have no idea why you started But guess this is your final warning And boy, we don't care who you're calling Nothing can save you know Shotta youts will run up in your apartment So unno betta mind where you walking Goddamn man, can do your target Nothing can save you know |
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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
I'm on my way nigga
Fuck the otha side That side ain't shit Niggas can't fuck with me [Chorus:] Now It's a Special way I fold my flag And I'll bust ya head if it's bout dat cash Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol up) A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up) Cause bitch I'm Alive [Verse 1:] Yeah and I can't even lie You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high I'm doin' sign language, Screamin fuck the other side Flawgin' ass niggas ain't nuttin but some liars We beat niggas have bitches like god Them boys in that all black wild Mouths get wide An bitches get dumb And bodies gettin lef in the middle a da club And yeah we love dro More den any otha hoe Guns standin from the ceilin to the mothafuckin flo' An we get it an we go it's like we get it from da sto' Leave it in the weight house with a dickey full a blow (My Nigga) [Chorus] Fuck The Other Side And I'll say it twice, Fuck The other Side We in this bitch deep smellin like a pound And if you really want it you can get it right now [Verse 2:] Now everybody like why you do it like that Why the hell every day you be in that all black Fresh Pair of J's and you kno they all black Still posted in the hood with my dawgs countin stacks This Shit ain't nothin new, they know how I do it homes Seven tre (73) Big body sittin on chrome Hood On Swole, Everybody on lean I'm Smokin on Dro with a Hoodrat Bitch Goons on the line and they ain't got shit But we good over here, tell em get like this Standin in the trap with my lil' young jits Gettin off sacks, what you know about this Bout This [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yo you don't really want it, cause you can really get it You can catch me in that dickie or that 305 fitted I ain't worried bout a busta, I Ain't worried bout a hoe If a nigga try me than I'm gonna kill that mothafucka Fuck the other side, I ain't gotta say it twice All I do is say it once and my niggas on point And Then you see them black flags, turn into them black masks Niggas pullin' choppas out, like they off in baghdad put em in a black bag go and get ya check cashed if ya yell at anybody ya might get ya neck slashed now there's a special I hold my mack yeah yo there's a special way I fold my cash |
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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
Ha yeah, Triple C CMB, nigga
Poe boy, boss what it is, nigga? Birdman, what up? The goons to be king How you love that pussy, nigga? Yeah, blood money The definition I'm clutchin' on my slippin' in The way I'm feelin' right now A bitch can get the business Just know my niggas squeeze on side The only problem is we doin' this head knock I told Ross, we gon' show 'em how the gutta do Yeah, all black skis black ones and the jumpsuit Slide in the slider, in and out night vision Scopes on the AR to hit 'em with precision And did I mention this one here's For the thugs dummy? A little drugs bunny We did it off of blood money, more pieces of crown vic surround us We runnin' up on niggas, they jumpin' off of counters One time for my allies, I'm a poe boy, that like my guns super size CMB what it is? I'm cookin' up them kids I'm countin' blood money Ain't mad 'cause I love money Came up gettin' drug money We countin' blood money Ain't mad 'cause I love money Came up gettin' drug money We talkin' drug money We talkin' blood money We talkin' blood money Straight blood money We talkin' drug money It's drug money, it's drug money Drug money Okay, we gettin' from us servin' weight, get it 'cause we servin' gay See the way we get the cake like every day's a borin' day Blood money and I'ma count it till they come for me The feds hate it, they mistakin' me for Blanco buddies I'm puttin' blood, sweat and tears for this cash money I'm talkin' crooked unidentified bags of it I'm talkin' yellow table paper, put the tags on it You play with mine bet I turn you into crash dummies Better not need heaters, I spit them shells like the Beatles I have my people go see you, I squash you out like a cheater, nigga I for that drug money underneath the rug money My niggas love money, yeah, I'm talkin' blood money I'm countin' blood money Ain't mad 'cause I love money Came up gettin' drug money We countin' blood money Ain't mad 'cause I love money Came up gettin' drug money We talkin' drug money We talkin' blood money We talkin' blood money Straight blood money We talkin' drug money It's drug money, it's drug money Drug money Hammers in the hummers, sticks in the lids Sweets in the trunk, streets gimme sneers Money comin' fast, blood comin' slow Who dem boys with the H? Feds wanna know Gators on thief, neighbors gon' sleep You dealin' with a G and the haters gon' see, boss I'm in the dealership with a duffle bag Couple Mazaradihs, couple hundred stacks Far from peaches and cream, niggas deceased on the scene I'm just countin' my green, chillin sippin' my li Keep investigatin' 'cause you got a job Better keep your vest on, bitch, 'cause we got a mar I'm countin' blood money Ain't mad 'cause I love money Came up gettin' drug money We countin' blood money Ain't mad 'cause I love money Came up gettin' drug money We talkin' drug money We talkin' blood money We talkin' blood money Straight blood money We talkin' drug money It's drug money, it's drug money Drug money Well, I'm the mob chief, givin' orders, callin' all the shots out Make a nigga understand, we gangsters, we don't play out Came from under the sand, lift my own weight up Bought a house off the curb was patient, so it paid up No pleasure and pain, homie, just the price for the flight Don't get'cha head chopped, fuckin' with them five stripes Eagle land it went south now we got the cake Paper plate money every time I hitch a state High on this pressure life, famous from the mud Got the game from some old heads, I took it up in blood Yeah, the only price nigga is a price A mill on some whips, a hundred on ya life I'm countin' blood money Ain't mad 'cause I love money Came up gettin' drug money We countin' blood money Ain't mad 'cause I love money Came up gettin' drug money We talkin' drug money We talkin' blood money We talkin' blood money Straight blood money We talkin' drug money It's drug money, it's drug money Drug money Yeah, the big things, 100 big dog status CMB nigga, poe boy yeah, 100 bitch Holla back |
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from DJ Khaled - We Global (2008)
Khaled, check this out right
I know we global now, world wide 305 But I see that they are trying to bring down the movement I'm telling everybody in the crib they can bet on me One time, new Diaz (That's right) Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're back won't last with checks you can't cash Keep disrespectin', in the everglades they'll find ya I'm not from San Fransisco, but the chopper of forty-ninya I grew up listenin' to Lou, and, and, and pumpin' Trick Them boys done open doors, so respect is owed I got love for Rick, and congrats you made it I was a fan from the mix tape you sold me at Foxy Ladies I seen them trying to bring you down But fuck that dog you one of the greatest Khaled mix 96er, but even back then though you had haters I remember the Temple at Oynx, I was too drunk to get in I was still outsider selling Chronic you know getting' it in I remember Ump beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the win Ya'll can try to stop Miami but this shit will never end Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash One time TS, two times Fat Joe I remember them boys in Wynnwood hood stack short I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti All running with zozs, Banana Azuri, soft drop top that's fo sho Flo Rida, Groundhogs always show love before Dammit been paying dues, now its my time to blow Even when 50 come through, he don't roll no less than 50 zozs Cause they will push your shit back, way back to trues and vows My dog Noseshaker, come through the block on something clean Sounding like an earthquake, he is what these dope boys dream Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a Brinks truck That's them Miami boys don't get it mixed up Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash I'm Mr. 305, I'm a part of Miami's Heat I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am Miami's street Low key and stay quiet, that's how these Chico's in Miami eat I love it when these boys come from out of town And thinking Miami's sweet All of them down looking for pussy, trying to Miami skeet That's when they run up in they hotel room and give them a Miami treat When the choppers start a raining, its hard to stop a Miami leak That's what they get for thinking Miami's just Miami Beach Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash Hah, you know how this ain't a neighborhood right? Don't let your mouth write a check your ass can't cash, ha, ha, ha If the moneys on the wood, it's all good But if the moneys out of sight it going to be a fight And the last thing you want is a fight with the 305, ha, ha, ha |
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from T-Pain - Thr33 Ringz (2008)
(Intro: T-Pain)Dear Akon Forgive me for what I'm bout to say Dear Barry Wize I know you told me not to worry about it man but I can't let it ride Dear God Let's make it happen (ha ha ha)[T-Pain]: Ha Ha I'm tryna be you nigga [DJ Khaled]: Yeah Nigga[T-Pain]: Watch me do meWatch me do meWatch me do meWatch me do me Yeah(Nappy Boy Nappy Boy)[DJ Khaled]: (DJ Khaled) Ay yo Pain I want you to go in[T-PAIN]: DJ Khaled Let's Go Man[DJ Khaled]: (We The Best) (Listenn)[T-Pain]I got up out da streetsSo I ain't gotta stealBut listen to the radio it's obvious I still killBut y'all was in the game way before meSo why you wanna do some shit I did in '03I'm layin low key for a long timeBut don't act like you know me this is the wrong timeSo grab ya microphone set yo auto tuneAnd I'ma bust a verse on you ass like I outta doI ain't no gangsta dudeAin't got a poppin' bangaBut you know I'm powerful when I'm pissin off the gospel singasI'm tryin ta feed my kids y'all niggas can die slowlyCause to me it sound like a bunch of karaoke[DJ KHALED]Ay yoF**k the imposterF**k these karaoke niggas man T-Pain they wanna live you life manThese are bitch ass niggas manIt's the DJ khaled nappy boysI'm goin inI'm goin inAy yo T-Pain[T-PAIN (DJ Khaled)]You know what Khaled I know you right nowLet me get em again though (Talk to Them)Ay Ay listenIt ain't all bad some of you please meBut the only niggas that's cool is Kanye and Lil WeezyI'm a hit maker not a comedianSo why da f**k would these niggas laughing at me when I seen their assThis shit will never work or one hit wonder bitchBet all the shit that you do and not make me one of thisNow why it's cool for you but it's not for meAnd why you ain't hop on my song and make it hot for meBut you don't give a f**kYou're just a swagger jackerNow I'm a certified lamborghini-st and cadillac-erCuz I'm tryin to feed my kidsY'all niggas can die slowlyCuz just to me it sound like a bunch of karaoke[DJ Khaled (T-Pain)]You're singing the same old songYou're some karaoke niggasKaraoke f**k niggasThis is Nappy BoyThis is DJ KhaledWe Global with this hood shitThis is what we doWhy you wanna live our lifeYou wanna live our life STOPAy yo T-Pain (What Up Khaled)Get Em[T-PAIN]Let me get a moment of silenceFor the late great groud that trout meY'all niggas ain't holdin' 'em downSo we had to put me at youBitch I'm Teddy Pain the son of Teddy RileyThe father of the game you pussy niggas wileyHow many niggas really wanna test Pain he originate I gotta be the bestHundred motherf**kers tryin to do what I didsTill a fool from a infant style from a kid24 Years 24 CarsBitch we the best we got many more starEvery time you pussy motherf**kers try to stop meThere's been a more hits been a more barsYayyy That's not cool babySo that's not happenin'Y'all keep on stealing from meLet me try this rappin' thingI know you know I hear youIsn't that embarassingSet the game on fire Teddy got some lingPussy niggas step up if you really got good gameI gotta lot of shit to say about a nigga But it's really not good thangsIt ain't no disrespect man y'all keep doing your shitBut my daughter told me to tell you to get off of daddy's dickAy yo Pain manI'ma call this niggas outI'ma pull them skirts manThey f**kAy yo Let me get 'emF**k itIt's the DJ Khaled?AKA we the bestAKA Shit On Niggas [DOT] comAKA Nappy Boy BITCHWE GLOBALWE GLOBAL
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from T-Pain - Thr33 Ringz [Explicit Digital Version] (2008)
(Intro: T-Pain)Dear Akon Forgive me for what I'm bout to say Dear Barry Wize I know you told me not to worry about it man but I can't let it ride Dear God Let's make it happen (ha ha ha)[T-Pain]: Ha Ha I'm tryna be you nigga [DJ Khaled]: Yeah Nigga[T-Pain]: Watch me do meWatch me do meWatch me do meWatch me do me Yeah(Nappy Boy Nappy Boy)[DJ Khaled]: (DJ Khaled) Ay yo Pain I want you to go in[T-PAIN]: DJ Khaled Let's Go Man[DJ Khaled]: (We The Best) (Listenn)[T-Pain]I got up out da streetsSo I ain't gotta stealBut listen to the radio it's obvious I still killBut y'all was in the game way before meSo why you wanna do some shit I did in '03I'm layin low key for a long timeBut don't act like you know me this is the wrong timeSo grab ya microphone set yo auto tuneAnd I'ma bust a verse on you ass like I outta doI ain't no gangsta dudeAin't got a poppin' bangaBut you know I'm powerful when I'm pissin off the gospel singasI'm tryin ta feed my kids y'all niggas can die slowlyCause to me it sound like a bunch of karaoke[DJ KHALED]Ay yoF**k the imposterF**k these karaoke niggas man T-Pain they wanna live you life manThese are bitch ass niggas manIt's the DJ khaled nappy boysI'm goin inI'm goin inAy yo T-Pain[T-PAIN (DJ Khaled)]You know what Khaled I know you right nowLet me get em again though (Talk to Them)Ay Ay listenIt ain't all bad some of you please meBut the only niggas that's cool is Kanye and Lil WeezyI'm a hit maker not a comedianSo why da f**k would these niggas laughing at me when I seen their assThis shit will never work or one hit wonder bitchBet all the shit that you do and not make me one of thisNow why it's cool for you but it's not for meAnd why you ain't hop on my song and make it hot for meBut you don't give a f**kYou're just a swagger jackerNow I'm a certified lamborghini-st and cadillac-erCuz I'm tryin to feed my kidsY'all niggas can die slowlyCuz just to me it sound like a bunch of karaoke[DJ Khaled (T-Pain)]You're singing the same old songYou're some karaoke niggasKaraoke f**k niggasThis is Nappy BoyThis is DJ KhaledWe Global with this hood shitThis is what we doWhy you wanna live our lifeYou wanna live our life STOPAy yo T-Pain (What Up Khaled)Get Em[T-PAIN]Let me get a moment of silenceFor the late great groud that trout meY'all niggas ain't holdin' 'em downSo we had to put me at youBitch I'm Teddy Pain the son of Teddy RileyThe father of the game you pussy niggas wileyHow many niggas really wanna test Pain he originate I gotta be the bestHundred motherf**kers tryin to do what I didsTill a fool from a infant style from a kid24 Years 24 CarsBitch we the best we got many more starEvery time you pussy motherf**kers try to stop meThere's been a more hits been a more barsYayyy That's not cool babySo that's not happenin'Y'all keep on stealing from meLet me try this rappin' thingI know you know I hear youIsn't that embarassingSet the game on fire Teddy got some lingPussy niggas step up if you really got good gameI gotta lot of shit to say about a nigga But it's really not good thangsIt ain't no disrespect man y'all keep doing your shitBut my daughter told me to tell you to get off of daddy's dickAy yo Pain manI'ma call this niggas outI'ma pull them skirts manThey f**kAy yo Let me get 'emF**k itIt's the DJ Khaled?AKA we the bestAKA Shit On Niggas [DOT] comAKA Nappy Boy BITCHWE GLOBALWE GLOBAL
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from Ace Hood - Cash Flow (2008)
(Feat. T-Pain & Rick Ross)
We the best def jam I introduce you to ace Ace let's get money Cash flow... (haha) It's too easy nigga (bankroll) We don't count money no mo We weight that shit [Adlibs: Rick Ross] Let's get it... [Verse: Ace Hood] Eh knock knock, bang bang Where the cash at If u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax Come up swinging at you thugs aflac Then I fall in the sway back may back See I'm back for da money like I left dat See I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go) And any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get pumped on like Citgo Make his body bounce bounce like a 64 Tall clips chrome lips see the big gold I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke big crack threw tha music so the flow dope I keep my money ova bitches til da door close I need money like a bitch need dick mo I'm tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short And if u don't have it den u gotta go I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands In da sky let em kno dat we bout that Cash flow... I need it on time I'm Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow... I need it On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money... [Verse: Ace Hood] And where my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band napsack Understand I'm the man who you can't match Moneyman minivan full of brown bags Better grand anyman never top that Cause money and the gat pop those straps Getting loot in the top drop right back I ain't playin creep ya avenue and I'll blast Bust shots like a new year day blast And I ride all day like a buss pass Grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow Kick doors wave 4's where da cash go (where da cash go) I'm trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short And if u don't have it den u gotta go I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands In da sky let em kno dat we bout that Cash flow... I need it on time I'm Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow... I need it On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money... [Adlibs: Rick Ross] Ace I see you nigga Trilla You m o b now nigga You untouchable [Verse: Rick Ross] Big money in the dope hole See the beamers when ya pull up in the dope home (my money) Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c loc Momma dead broke daddy fucked up I'm a make them come and hit me with the recoup God dammnit I'm still in the dope spot Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel So she gotta suck four dicks I d me v I p dj khaled m o b Girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold [Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short and if u don't have it den u gotta go I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands In da sky let em kno dat we bout that Cash flow... I need it on time I'm Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow... I need it On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money |
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from T-Pain - The Instrumentals (2009)
(Intro: T-Pain)Dear Akon Forgive me for what I'm bout to say Dear Barry Wize I know you told me not to worry about it man but I can't let it ride Dear God Let's make it happen (ha ha ha)[T-Pain]: Ha Ha I'm tryna be you nigga [DJ Khaled]: Yeah Nigga[T-Pain]: Watch me do meWatch me do meWatch me do meWatch me do me Yeah(Nappy Boy Nappy Boy)[DJ Khaled]: (DJ Khaled) Ay yo Pain I want you to go in[T-PAIN]: DJ Khaled Let's Go Man[DJ Khaled]: (We The Best) (Listenn)[T-Pain]I got up out da streetsSo I ain't gotta stealBut listen to the radio it's obvious I still killBut y'all was in the game way before meSo why you wanna do some shit I did in '03I'm layin low key for a long timeBut don't act like you know me this is the wrong timeSo grab ya microphone set yo auto tuneAnd I'ma bust a verse on you ass like I outta doI ain't no gangsta dudeAin't got a poppin' bangaBut you know I'm powerful when I'm pissin off the gospel singasI'm tryin ta feed my kids y'all niggas can die slowlyCause to me it sound like a bunch of karaoke[DJ KHALED]Ay yoF**k the imposterF**k these karaoke niggas man T-Pain they wanna live you life manThese are bitch ass niggas manIt's the DJ khaled nappy boysI'm goin inI'm goin inAy yo T-Pain[T-PAIN (DJ Khaled)]You know what Khaled I know you right nowLet me get em again though (Talk to Them)Ay Ay listenIt ain't all bad some of you please meBut the only niggas that's cool is Kanye and Lil WeezyI'm a hit maker not a comedianSo why da f**k would these niggas laughing at me when I seen their assThis shit will never work or one hit wonder bitchBet all the shit that you do and not make me one of thisNow why it's cool for you but it's not for meAnd why you ain't hop on my song and make it hot for meBut you don't give a f**kYou're just a swagger jackerNow I'm a certified lamborghini-st and cadillac-erCuz I'm tryin to feed my kidsY'all niggas can die slowlyCuz just to me it sound like a bunch of karaoke[DJ Khaled (T-Pain)]You're singing the same old songYou're some karaoke niggasKaraoke f**k niggasThis is Nappy BoyThis is DJ KhaledWe Global with this hood shitThis is what we doWhy you wanna live our lifeYou wanna live our life STOPAy yo T-Pain (What Up Khaled)Get Em[T-PAIN]Let me get a moment of silenceFor the late great groud that trout meY'all niggas ain't holdin' 'em downSo we had to put me at youBitch I'm Teddy Pain the son of Teddy RileyThe father of the game you pussy niggas wileyHow many niggas really wanna test Pain he originate I gotta be the bestHundred motherf**kers tryin to do what I didsTill a fool from a infant style from a kid24 Years 24 CarsBitch we the best we got many more starEvery time you pussy motherf**kers try to stop meThere's been a more hits been a more barsYayyy That's not cool babySo that's not happenin'Y'all keep on stealing from meLet me try this rappin' thingI know you know I hear youIsn't that embarassingSet the game on fire Teddy got some lingPussy niggas step up if you really got good gameI gotta lot of shit to say about a nigga But it's really not good thangsIt ain't no disrespect man y'all keep doing your shitBut my daughter told me to tell you to get off of daddy's dickAy yo Pain manI'ma call this niggas outI'ma pull them skirts manThey f**kAy yo Let me get 'emF**k itIt's the DJ Khaled?AKA we the bestAKA Shit On Niggas [DOT] comAKA Nappy Boy BITCHWE GLOBALWE GLOBAL
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from DJ Khaled - Victory (2010)
> Tryin' to talk to 'em
When there's no more music left And the lights go out, all you hear is silence I'll be that voice (Give it to DJ Khaled for doin it Y'all the big dog, Pitbull, Terror Squadians, yes!) Dade County, it's our time The movement's here forever And I won't stop 'til I see them devils And I won't stop 'til I defeat the devils (nigga!) They all told me that I would fail They all told me that I would lose But I'm right here, and I won't lose Can't NOBODY stop me! I'm somebody My brother Dre told you to be somebody Carol City know what I'm talkin' about The movement! (Fuck niggas!) I introduce you to Ross! We the best of the best, fit of the fittest Dead man gon' feel us the way I'm feelin this Phillie No really we the best (we the best) and I'm the boss Do I still hustle? Yes... I'm Ricky Ross Started with the dirt now I'm travellin the world In a new silver spurt buyin pieces of the Earth Low mileage; don't need some No smilin; I'm easin! Rollin on that thang thang, when I lane change Haters lookin at me crazy, boy I'ma bang bang M-I-A yo, we the same gang C.C. to Down South, e'rybody slang 'caine Don't see another way, if you do show it to me Got good green? Green-ass nigga, blow it with me Cop me a drop, paint mine real pretty 100 grand in the Chevy, rep my city I rep my city like a G's supposed ta I rep my city like a G's supposed ta I rep my city like a G's supposed ta I rep my city like a G, nigga! Can't nobody stop me, I'm somebody From this day on you gon' be somebody We the best, we don't fear nobody The movement nigga, listen! |
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from DJ Khaled - Victory (2010)
[T-Pain - Chorus]
All I Do is win win win no matter what got money on mind i can never get enough and everytime I step up in the building everybody hands go up and they stay there and they say yeah and they stay there Up down, up down cause all I do is win win win and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air.. [Ludacris] Ludacris goin in on the verse cause I never been defeated and I won’t stop now keep your hands up put em in the sky for the homies that didn’t make it and the folks locked down I never went no where they saying Luda’s back blame it on that conjure the hood call it Ludayac and I’m on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows my hands go up and down like strippers booty’s go my verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins last time on a Khaled remix now I’m on the original version aint never count me out y’all better count me in got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in make millions every year, the souths champion cause all I do, all I, all I, all I all I do is… [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Swerving in my Lolo, head on the swivel you know serving me’s a no no clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy! tell Khaled back it up, my n-ggas call me Loco thats for armed trafficking, don’t make me pull that fo-fo ask you what you laughing at represent that mud life dirty money b-tch you better get your mud right we come together holding hands and holla thug life we are strapped in all black it’s like thug life (all we do is win) you riding the what we riding the night you riding with me cause you wasn’t riding right ROSS… [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] heat in the Kitchen, pot on the stove water getting boiled, dope getting sold snoopy in the hoopty, system overload I’ve been running this rap game since I was 20 years old I hung with the worst of them bust till I burst on em floss em up, toss em up, hardaway, boss em up pardon me I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh don’t wanna mess with us we like the U in the 80’s back to back set a trap hit the lick, hit it back hit the trick, jump the track b-tch I want my money back time and time again while I’m sipping on this gin Al Davis said it best, just win baby win |
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from DJ Khaled - Victory (2010)
I see em,i got em,i only play to win,representing this hood im in,mame LO DI,coming threw i see em hand up in the sky,living high cause u know im realy fly,u better n0t let me catch you slip'n or trip'n up in da hood coz u kn0w u gona realy die, hek.ti.c i do this everyday,i hustle hard coz i wana get paid,n0 cash n0 carz,bet i shine lyk a star,n0w fuck who u r,ok put me 0na dope beat ima do it 4 the streets,khaled g0 hard i go all out,dats wat ima bout,i got these niggaz t0kin smak 0na track,ima kill em at thy own shit,kill em at thy 0wn game,kill em 0n they 0wn beat,nah mater fact ima kill em 0n thy 0wn trak,dats y thy cal me hek tic da best mc,2 step inda scene wit a bag of stick green,lo0king realy mean,mustard catch up u beta pace up,u mean muggin me i tear ur whole dam face 0f.nw put ur hands in da air,let em hang ,let em bounce,let em hang let em bounce,khaled go hard i g0 all 0wt
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from DJ Khaled - Victory (2010)
(feat. Usher, Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, And Drake) DJ Khaled the streets is fed up (who else nigga?) we fed up (we the best) the runners, usher talk to em (Usher-Chorus) it was all a dream yeah homey i am on my job and you can't take that away from me (can't take that away) yeah i got my team and i got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga) and they give me the love i need (yeah) i got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more check in the game and back in the light (yeahhh) i'm fed up (ayyy) i'm fed up (ayyyy) i'm fed up (ay) i'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired (Young Jeezy-Verse 1) I am absolutely positively on my grizzy even though i'm sick and i'm tired i get busy started a 62 but it ended up a frisbee and me i like to sit at the stove until i'm dizzy ball so hard it's like i brought the game with me left my glove so white he thought i brought jermaine with me bout to paint a perfect picture like i brought the frame with me (i'm fed up, i'm fed up) i keep it on lock before i let the fame get me i got niggas tryna sue me bitches tryna do me way these niggas actin you'd a thought they never knew me but these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me i'm fed up probably why i'm actin like the old me (Usher-Chorus) it was all a dream yeah homey i am on my job and you can't take that away from me (it's ricky ross) yeah i got my team and i got all of my niggas behind me (khaled you know i got you for life homey) and they give me the love i need (yeah) i got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more check in the game and back in the light (yeahhh) i'm fed up (ayy) i'm fed up (ayyy) (MIYAYO) i'm fed up (ay) i'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired (Rick Ross-Verse 2) I'm sick and tired of you suckas so now i'm fed up somebody catch the chain i'm bout to tear his head off shorty bendin over know i'm bout to tear it up before you let your top back get your bread up made history but now we claimin victory get ya out the white house go back to your efficiencies suckas feel me and i know you haters hear me (i'm fed up, i'm fed up) like IRS you wonderin what i'm makin yearly let them brown bags circulate (stack) so i perpetrate (never) we shining in the bottom cause we down to twekalate lookin at the parking lot better get your mind right i hope you fed up being broke because the times right (Ross) (Usher-Chorus) it was all a dream yeah homey i am on my job and you can't take that away from me yeah i got my team and i got all of my niggas behind me and they give me the love i need (yeah) i got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more check in the game and back in the light (yeahhh) i'm fed up (ayyy) i'm fed up (ayyyy) i'm fed up (ay) i'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired (Drake-Verse 3) Uh, me and wayne was gettin high on em he leaned over and told me just don't retire on em and when they give ya they shoulders never cry on em and when they love you to death just never die on em and the question still remains have i counted all the money that i've managed to obtain? niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name and somehow i'm still the hottest mofucka in the game (Usher-Hook) yeah how bout i been in this been breakin records since '9-4 so i aint gotta brag about records that i've broke records that i hold and records that i've sold and i'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeahhhhh) don't bite the hand of your provider cause man if i aint influenced you you a liar i'm on fire you just a fighter you need to wake up and realize (Usher-Chorus) it was all a dream yeah homey i am on my job and you can't take that away from me yeah i got my team and i got all of my niggas behind me and they give me the love i need (yeah) i got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more check in the game and back in the light (yeahhh) i'm fed up (ayyy) i'm fed up (ayyyy) i'm fed up (ay) i'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired |
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from DJ Khaled - Victory (2010)
<i>[DJ Khaled]</i>
They doubted me all my life Now it's victory (DJ KHALED!) <i>[John Legend]</i> Whatever it is, I'll pay the cost I'm willing to risk it, I'll take the loss I'll put it all on the line In a hustler's state of mind I'm gonna make history Just so we can claim victory (Victory) Oh, victory (Victory) (Nasir!) <i>[Nas]</i> Speedboats, three tokes and pass it Grass lit, hittin' slopes in Aspen No coat, just an oath to stay thorough 'til we back to ashes Driven in fly sedans to the MGM Grand Picture lots of sand, two blondes, implants Remy in hand, we tryna tan, deal my cards with an honest hand A modest man, aware of any counter-scam Palm trees, magnum Don Ps, LV monograms Hottest girls flew from Rio Mojitos, mucho frio, my libido Sex so strong, without the E, though Hollow threats, we don't see those Higher death toll whenever we roll That process is pivotal My pitiful poverty-struck criminals will get a Jew Then we lounge in a Spanish-style house 'Til it all blows over, Dolce Gabbana out Contemplatin', there is no bond with Satan Say a little prayer for me like Aretha Franklin For my hustlers, here's some motivation He who has begun is half done, why you waitin'? I'm too impatient to pray, too much patience for stress It's too much paper to rest, fuck around, you face death I know some niggas from Astoria That'll cut your daughter up Like I used to cut a quarter up Makin' all the bucks, banana clips I bought in Georgia bucks Kill all you fucks, easy I be on the golf cart, sleepy Y'all beneath me Y'all be at the pawn shop, pawnin' watches Obnoxious, can't stop us, we shottas Say you killin' Pablo? Impossible Nonsense, preposterous, bizarre at best Unfulfilled promises I feel intelligence is my wealth However, how enormous is Nas' pockets is a pop quiz to gossipers See me at the Oscars, lookin' dreamy, hood opulent Means esoteric, how I wore it Exoticness makes you curious to see how serious my closet is Shareholders wanna invest in that Nas stock, it's just We be on that real shit, luxury four-wheel shit Niggas actin' thirst on some just-got-a-deal shit Ha, for that victory we will kill shit Get out the way, playboy, this is real shit (Khaled!) Whatever it is, I'll pay the cost I'm willing to risk it, I'll take the loss I'll put it all on the line In a hustler's state of mind I'm gonna make history Just so we can claim victory (Victory) Oh, victory (Victory) Just so we can claim victory Oh, victory Victory Just so we can claim victory |
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from DJ Khaled - Victory (2010)
<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Work in the kitchen ? money on my phone I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home It's time to hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on <i>[Verse 1:]</i> Right Gotem goin crazy like I just came home With this bud be it khaled You know that it's a winner You know I got the yams like a thanksgiving dinner I'm trappin on ham like a thanksgiving dinner And bringin a drummer like I'm mr. thansgiving nigga The game it's switched up In white winter black So gimme ? hook me up the fact though Mo money mo ice I ain't buying no price swear I'm on that one time They lookin' so nice These old ladies saying he look like a low life I'm in the foreign with a foreign makin your wife Got me a piece of a pie Now where's your slice. <i>[Chorus:]</i> Work in the kitchen ? money on my phone I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home It's time to hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home <i>[Verse 2:]</i> Shawty in lights Roll another dice Big money bitch Cash money life Flip another chicken Bought another chicken Cook another chicken Fucked her in the kitchen Pack another meal Hot up in the feel Always strapped Me and khaled in the hill Diamond close to ice Fly poppin flights Uptown solider spit the meal on the watch And as I proceed to make some more G's Represent my city Shoe for bee Uptown G's YMC B's <i>[Chorus:]</i> Work in the kitchen ? money on my phone I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home It's time to hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home <i>[Verse 3:]</i> Soulja Boy Tell em 10 diamond chains on my neck I called DJ Khaled because I know we the best ? can't never cup another check And I'm down in Miami Ridin in the phantom Somewhere by south beach Soulja boy tell em Got a million dollar mouth piece On my dog mutha fucker dead leash Put your lighters in the sky Soulja boy tell em <i>[Chorus:]</i> Work in the kitchen ? money on my phone I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home It's time to hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home |
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from DJ Khaled - Victory (2010)
I'm on my way
This goin' out to every hood We gonna make it [Chorus] You can look into my eyes See that I'm dead tired 6 in the morning Money still on my mind So if you want it I'm the one to supply Be there in no time, no time, no time I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay Nigga this legendary No ordinary shit No ordinary bitches No ordinary whips 4 bills nigga special like the 38 I came along way from food stamps in section 8 Niggas eatin' on these beats Get yourself a plate And I'm a step away One hit, one breath away When on God time, you ain't never late Come so victory is here We can celebrate OK, I'm on my grizzle On my grind Go ahead try, top my shine I'm on my way, anyday Tell them niggas better have my cake What you think Nigga you ain't Have me laughin' all the way to the bank L-O-L, A-M-B, O R at the Gini baby Had the chop the top off that bitch Just so they can see me baby Money I get, know that shit Yeah he paid, notice it Sleepin' who, no can do Motivation, ocean view How I get it Bitch you trippin' Ain't got nothin' to do with you [Chorus] Victory is on the way Khaled go in on 'em Show 'em we gonna win homey Get off in their skin homey I've been getting in the streets over 10 years So you think a nigga pussy cause his ear's pierced Run up on a nigga if you want to You gotta vest i gotta a shell that'll go through Ball Greezy gettin' money like ya 'posed to Good dope in the drop like soul food Big Body, big rims on the old school Stay fly like a hood nigga 'posed too Lights off click clack in the pinto Seat back, dick sucked in the Benzo 5 percent D-B's on the Renzo No sleep, gotta eat, gotta get done It's like I always say Motherfucka' here I come Another victory for the crib A couple more before I'm done And if you asleep you better wake up And get on your fuckin' job Cause I'm takin' everything except a loss Iceburg goes off, yeah 24-7 I goes on And I be scared I might miss money So I don't doze off I'm a snap and the streets know it Trick told me keep goin' An I'm a keep Chiefin' as long as God keep the weed growin' [Chorus] Switch man been to a ? I've been destined to shine Won't take no for an answer Fuck nigga gimme mine Never been selfish for real I put on my whole city I went from standing on corners To autographin' titties My daddy gave my Virginia's King, A Richmond legend A wise speaker, a woman pleaser Broke nigga, reverend Mr O-10, I get it in I wear da crown We da best, tell 'em fuck next I got now You got da cash, then show me Better not be phoney Get on my level Cause they way below me You ballin' Balogna Girls ask me what my cologne is Steel Khakis and Coronas And I'm mackin' a donkey Flip the 4 and a half Do the vert and a left Bet da Ave never seen banks chunky as dat Why you got pressure? Cause my Impala got pressure Beating outside, shaking the dice on my dresser Is that gun play, Yes Sir! I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay |
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from DJ Khaled - Victory (2010)
Oh yeah,
And you know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city Lets go Mr. 305 Better say Mr. Worldwide Ay khaled this right here is for the chicos Narido, all my Haitians out there You know if you don't kill you it'll make you stronger baby This is how we gon' do it for Dade County I want you to feel what it feels like to take over the world And I don't talk about it, I be about it This for those that chose to sleep on Pits Not knowing I had a plan for every letter in the alphabet My life's been diarrhea boy I've been through some shit Turned it all around and now my bank account likes, oh shit Could have took the coke route, heroin boy dope route Chevy gets dressed up, choppa's get chocked out A-K Quatro Siete dale mete machete Perico's been a part of my life since I was chupando tete I went from buildings with dope holes and boys with gold fronts To fucking dope hoes and houses with beach fronts I hit a lick moth'fucker yeah my life changed But Chico won't change, I'm forever Dade Invest in my future so I'm forever paid I don't play games fuck boy I ain't E-A Go ahead and hate me til I'm dead in the ground I'm D-A-D-E Dade county [Chorus] I'm all in and I rep my city till I die As long as I'm thinking and breathing I'm gon' ride On the east to the west side Kept it a 100 so I'm good for life Give a damn what a hater gotta say Make it this far I'm a do it my way I'm a do it my way, do it do it my way Give a damn what a hater gotta say I rep my city, rep my city Rep my city, rep my city Rep my city, rep my city Rep yo city, rep yo city Miami's red cross when they need me I'm there I'm from the era when there was gang wars at the Youth Fair I'm ten years ahead of the game, I know it ain't fair Used to go to Santa's Enchanted just to pull on Santa's beard Sat on Santa's lap and showed him some crack And told him for Christmas all I want is coke that comes back Something about a 75-K a show, Next year it will be 300 per show yeah fo sho Pits always had it on lock I'm from the bottom bitch y'all can keep a fucking top My dog dammit bout to jump out a ten year bid Look at the way that Chico been reppin' the crib From rocking stages with uncle Al Virginia key To rocking sold out crowds at M-S-G And I ain't from New York I'm a Dade county representer Dat right fo sho lets ride [Chorus] And you know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city Lets go |
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from Nelly - 5.0 (2010)
Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty That's all.... You better watch who you talking bout Runnin your mouth Like you know me You gonn fuck around and check Why they surely They call me "show me" Why one-on-one you can't hold me If your last name was Haynes Only way you wear me out Is stretch my name on your pen No resident of France But you swear I'm from Paris 106 Karats Told em "Naw that's pure rich" Trying to compurr (compare) this My chain to your chain I'm like sprint and Motorola No service, out of your range Your out of your brains Thinking I'ma shout out your name You gotta come up with better ways Than that To catch your fame Only pressure you applying Is time to ease off Before I hit you from the blind side Taking your sleeves off As much as we's lost Still hard to please boss Don't be lying And crying Sucking the bezel loss Cause your Ass is wack Your whole Lable is wack And matter fact Eh eh eh eh eh hear that [Chorus] I-Am-number one No matter if you like it Ready take this sit down and write it I-Am-number one Hey hey hey hey hey hey Now let me ask you man... What does it take to be number one? Two is not a winner And 3 nobody remembers (hey) What does it take to be number one? Hey hey hey hey Do you like it when I shake it for ya? Daddy? Move it all around? Let you get a peep before it touches the ground? [Nelly] Hell yeah Ma I'm in a girl that's willing to learn Willing to get in the driver's seat Willing to turn And not concerned about that He say, she say, did he say, what I think he said? Squash that He probably got that off E-bay Or some Internet access Some website chat line Mad cause I got mine Ooh don't wind up on the flatline Oh if my uncle could see me know If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now Straight emulating my style Right to the "down down" Can he bout to score now Better wait till they calm down I got hella shorty's Coming askin me "Yo where the party?" Oh lordy till I continue to act naughty Mixing cris at the party Got me banging fo sho I'm not a man of many words But there's one thing I know Pimp- [Chorus] Hey yo I'm tired of people judging what's real Hip-Hop Half the time you be them niggas who's fuckin album flop (You know) Boat done sank and it aint left the dock (Cmon!) Mad cause I'm hot (He just) Mad cause he not You aint gotta gimme my props Just gimme the yachts Gimme my rocks Keep my fans coming in flocks Till you top the Superbowl Keep your mouth on lock Shhhhh I'm awake ha ha I'm cocky on the mic But I'm humble in real life Taking nothing for granted Blessing errthing on my life Trying to see a new light At the top of the roof Baby ain't not single But I speak the truth I heat the booth Nelly acting so uncouth Top down shirt off In the coupe Spreadin the loot With my Family and friends And my Closest to kin And I Do it again If it means I'ma win Dirty I am [Chorus - repeat until fade] |
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from DJ Khaled - I`m On One [single] (2011)
(Get em on)
I'm on one (Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I said I'm on one [Drake] I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything I don't mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with these new niggas? And why they think it all comes so easy But get it while you here boy Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy Yeah and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got Trippin off you cause you had your shot With my skin tanned and my hair long And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit Hate these fucking allegations, I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking Watch me take it! All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young And I'm only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya I'm on one Yeah, fuck it, I'm on one Yeah, I said I'm on one Fuck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could be pink Depending on how you mix that shit Money that we got, never get that shit Cause I'm on one I said fuck it I'm on one [Rick Ross] I'm burning purple flowers It's burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear Burner in the belt Move the kids to the hills (boss) Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great Even though I out on bond I might be facin' 8's Still running with the same niggas til the death of me Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully Ever made love to the woman of your dreams In a room full of money out in London and she screams Baby, I could take it there Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain't fair (Khaled) And it's double M G until I get the chair [Drake] All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young And I'm only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya I'm on one Yeah, fuck it, I'm on one Yeah, I said I'm on one Fuck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could be pink Depending on how you mix that shit Money that we got, never get that shit Cause I'm on one I said fuck it I'm on one [Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, fuck everybody And all my niggas got that heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I'm a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming Huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas I'm focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures Ohhh, I'm about to go Andre the Giant You a sell out, but I ain't buying Chopper dissect a nigga like science Put an end to the world like Mayans This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov It's a slim chance I fall, olive oil Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how I got it I'm killin' these hoes I swear I'm tryna stop the violence Young mula baby, YMCMB |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
(Get em on)
I'm on one (Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I said I'm on one [Drake] I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything I don't mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with these new niggas? And why they think it all comes so easy But get it while you here boy Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy Yeah and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got Trippin off you cause you had your shot With my skin tanned and my hair long And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit Hate these fucking allegations, I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking Watch me take it! All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young And I'm only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya I'm on one Yeah, fuck it, I'm on one Yeah, I said I'm on one Fuck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could be pink Depending on how you mix that shit Money that we got, never get that shit Cause I'm on one I said fuck it I'm on one [Rick Ross] I'm burning purple flowers It's burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear Burner in the belt Move the kids to the hills (boss) Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great Even though I out on bond I might be facin' 8's Still running with the same niggas til the death of me Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully Ever made love to the woman of your dreams In a room full of money out in London and she screams Baby, I could take it there Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain't fair (Khaled) And it's double M G until I get the chair [Drake] All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young And I'm only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya I'm on one Yeah, fuck it, I'm on one Yeah, I said I'm on one Fuck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could be pink Depending on how you mix that shit Money that we got, never get that shit Cause I'm on one I said fuck it I'm on one [Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, fuck everybody And all my niggas got that heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I'm a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming Huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas I'm focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures Ohhh, I'm about to go Andre the Giant You a sell out, but I ain't buying Chopper dissect a nigga like science Put an end to the world like Mayans This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov It's a slim chance I fall, olive oil Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how I got it I'm killin' these hoes I swear I'm tryna stop the violence Young mula baby, YMCMB |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can... [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can... [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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