Nas - Be Right Lyrics

Be Right Lyrics:

The Macy's don't have it a hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around or I wasted fabric
I don't feel great until my plush is pieces
Cause you to suck your teeth
So mean mugging or my clean thugging mean nothing
Women dream I'm your husband
I'm Alex Pushkin the black poetry writing russian ice disgusting
I started bling how could you question my direction
I'm king I'm cultured
Not just cause the foreign movie posters
In frames starring french names look closer
Bi-coastal ???? til I'm worm food
I despise NY fake wise guys who turn stool
And speak highly of late made guys who onced ruled
Hard bottom shoed chauffeurs flaunt ambrosia
My baby moms wrote a book that couldn't harm a soldier
Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates jogging jumping rope
Til my body cut up like a bag of dope
They hope I die entirely

I done worked too hard stayed up too many nights
If I'm wrong for being me I don't wanna be right
Nah no not never no not ever I don't wanna be right
Uh uh

Hood stars we are
Dickie dignitaries Carhartt congress
Fitted hat high rank officials
World Bank like Rothschilds
Take the wool from over your eyes
Who conspires to deceive you and I
It's easy for a man to believe a big lie than a small truth
Money's not evil it's the love of money thats the root
Not a luxury car worship of what I purchase particular vehicle
So me and my dudes we can cruise
Upsetting policia
These creeps that study my natural sleepy eye to see if I'm high
I got my piece of the pie
My 40 acres is my 40 carats on my piece that's fly
With gaudy bracelets we talk that talk and walk that walk
You wouldn't understand our thoughts
How many black leaders are bought
Why the f*** you care that I rap about
How much my sneakers cost
I'm a floss biatch

I done worked too hard stayed up too many nights
If I'm wrong for being me I don't wanna be right
Nah no not never no not ever I don't wanna be right
Uh uh uh uh
I done worked too hard stayed up too many nights
If I'm wrong for being me I don't wanna be right
Nah no not never no not ever I don't wanna be right
Uh uh uh uh

Jay Sean- Break Ya Back Lyrics

Break Ya Back Lyrics:

Make ya back break
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break [x3]
Make ya back break baby
Baby baby baby...
Make ya back break
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break [x3]
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break
Make ya back break

Baby who I be
You already know
You can find me in the club
Or see me at a show
Sippin on bub
Fillin in the corner
Party going on
Come join if you wanna

Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands

Sexy little thing
Saw you from a distance
So what's your name
Baby what you drinkin'
So come on over here and tell me what you're thinkin'
Baby look good I don't even wanna blink man

Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands

Shake it for me til your back break [x2]
I wanna see you make your back break
I wanna see you make your back break baby
Shake it for me til your back break [x2]
I wanna see you make your back break baby
Your back break baby
Your back break
Back break

Make ya back break
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break [x3]
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break
Make ya back...

Baby go ahead
You can drop it low
Ain't no need to be afraid
Baby this is your show
Take you to the flo'
You know what I mean
You the baddest thing that this club has ever seen

Girl, shake it over here
Over there
To the front
To the rear
To the bottom
And to the middle
So give it to me
Give me just a little

Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Baby clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands

Shake it for me til your back break [x2]
I wanna see you make your back break
I wanna see you make your back break baby
Shake it for me til your back break [x2]
I wanna see you make your back break baby
Your back break baby
Your back break
Back break

Make ya back break
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break [x3]
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break
Make ya back

Baby back break
Baby I'ma be ya doctor
It's all good baby I'ma fix you proper
So break your back I know you wanna
So go ahead I know you wanna
You look good to me everytime you shake it
So hot baby girl I can't take it
So let me see you make your back break
So let me see you make your back break baby

Shake it for me til your back break [x2]
I wanna see you make your back break
I wanna see you make your back break baby
Shake it for me til your back break [x2]
I wanna see you make your back break baby
Your back break baby
Your back break
Back break

Make ya back break
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break [x3]
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break
Make ya back break baby

Make ya back break
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break
Make ya back break baby
Make ya back break
Make ya back break baby

(Jay Sean- Break Ya Back lyrics and video on http://www.tophiphopsongs4u.com/)

Lil Wayne ft. Lil Twista -Green And Yellow Lyrics

Lyrics:

What up? I got Nosk in here with me
This ain’t a diss song but uhmm…

Yeah uh-huh you know what it is
I’m a cheesehead y’all n-ggas Cheez Whiz
Pittsburgh Steelers thats nothin’
That Super Bowl ring thats stuntin’

Pull up in your town
when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow Green and yellow
Green and yellow Green and yellow
I put it down representin’ for my team
I’m in green and yellow Green and yellow
Green and yellow Green and yellow

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Money green yellow broad
Aaron Rodgers MVP award
This is Green Bay bitch we go hard
This is Packer Country where ya green card?
Terrible towels that shit’s borin’
We got the ball you know we scorin’
Yeah and thats how we rockin’ heavy metal
I’m up in this bitch wit’ more Bloods than a blood vessel
Pitt goin’ down say hello to the devil
Just beat the Bears
now we got the Steelers on the schedule
Yeah no love for ‘em boy break ya hearts
We gon’ toast these n-ggas pop tarts

home improvement loan, low interest credit cards,credit card debt,digital asset management
Yeah uh-huh you know what it is
I’m a cheesehead y’all n-ggas Cheez Whiz
Pittsburgh Steelers thats nothin’
That Super Bowl ring thats stuntin’

Pull up in your town
when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow Green and yellow
Green and yellow Green and yellow

I put it down representin’ for my team
I’m in green and yellow Green and yellow
Green and yellow Green and yellow

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
Got a call from my homie this just in
The Packers in the Super Bowl and they better win
They call him Big Ben but he weak though
We in Dallas but we Lambeau Leap hoe
Long hair don’t care Clay Matthews
We shittin’ on these fools no bathroom
Yeah got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up touchdown on Ike Taylor

Yeah uh-huh you know what it is
I’m a cheesehead y’all n-ggas Cheez Whiz
Pittsburgh Steelers thats nothin’
That Super Bowl ring thats stuntin’

Pull up in your town
when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow Green and yellow
Green and yellow Green and yellow

I put it down representin’ for my team
I’m in green and yellow
Green and yellow
Green and yellow
Green and yellow

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3]
Uhh big Gs on the helmet
Steel Curtain? What is that velvet?
And if we win I’mma throw a Super Bowl party
And blow a cigar like Vince Lombardi
I’m in Wisconsin smoking Amsterdam
Yeah I’m from New Orleans but I been a Packers fan
We knocked the Eagles and the Falcons and the Bears off
Now we ’bout to cut Troy Polamalu hair off

Yeah uh-huh you know what it is
I’m a cheesehead y’all n-ggas Cheez Whiz (Go Pack Go)
Pittsburgh Steelers thats nothin’
That Super Bowl ring thats stuntin’

Pull up in your town
when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow Green and yellow
Green and yellow Green and yellow

I put it down representin’ for my team
I’m in green and yellow Green and yellow
Green and yellow Green and yellow

[Outro]
Uh go Pack go
Uh go Pack go
Uh we yellin’ go Pack go
Yeah like I said this ain’t a diss song
I just love my team that’s the team with them big Gs on the helmet
You know what it is Oh yeah Young Mula baby..!!!!

Wiz Khalifa – Roll Up Lyrics

Lyrics:

I roll up
I roll up
I roll up
Shawty I roll up
I roll up
I roll up
I roll up

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Its your anniversy is’nt it
And your man aint acting right
So you packin’ your Domiar luggage up callin’ my cell phone, try and catch a flight
You know one thing straight, I’ll be there girl whenever you call me
When you at home thats your man, soon as you land you say thats all me
But shit aint all g with him no more, you aint entertained
Since I meet you a couple months ago you aint been the same
Not sayin I’m the richest man alive but I’m in the game
As long as you keep it 100 Imma spend this change,

[Chorus]
Whenever you need me
Whenever want me,
You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly
Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me
I can be your best friend, and you be my homie
I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front
You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt
Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
I try to stay out your business
But on the real you’re so obvious
And if you keep fitting me in your plans and f-ckin up, your mans gonna catch onto us
That white sand surrouding us
He be handcuffing, he should work for them officers
If you rolling I got a spot where I can put you on this medical, and send you home doctored up
You wanna ride with me cause you say that he boring
Wake up you rollin’ weed, cooking eggs in the morning
Aint scared to spend this money I’ll make more of it
First you was in the sky now you say you in orbit

[Chorus]

No matter where I am
No matter where you are
I’ll be there when its over baby
Cause I was there from the start
No matter if I’m near
Don’t matter if your far
All you do is pick the phone up lady
And I’ll be there when you call

[outro]
Whenever you need me
Whenever want me,
You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly
Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me
I can be your best friend, and you be my homie
I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front
You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt
Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up
Whenever you call baby I roll up

Whenever you need me
Whenever want me,
You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly
Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me
I can be your best friend, and you be my homie
I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front
You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt
Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up

I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up

Gucci Mane ft. Birdman- Mouth Full Of Gold Lyrics

These are Gucci Mane ft. Birdman Mouth Full Of Gold lyrics with audio

Lyrics:

It’s Gucci two times Gucci Gucci
The empire need when I’m passing gas
With my entourage no gas masks
I’m in my old school with the George tale
When my George answer my rib …
I’m g’d up from the feet up
From my black belt my feet up
And the …down and the beat up
Short bad bitch with the seed up
You know me from the own me
On John screen with the …
I was low key at hb
Now I’m 3d come face me
I went toe to toe with the best of
I bust shots in the west coast
Don’t test me no tester
I rape you like jester

I’m gonna you bitch ass nigger
You are so snitch ass nigger
Work to the game feel some to the fame
Wear enough on me in this…
I’ma tell you right cause it’s Gucci two times
Fuck and lick and fuck in right
If you got a trouble nigger you can meet me outside
Use a head blows wide for your old man’s pride

Rich as new with a mouth full of gold
Rich as new with a mouth full of gold
Rich as new with a mouth full of gold
with a mouth full of gold with a mouth full of gold
Rich as new with a mouth full of gold
Rich as new with a mouth full of gold

Rich as new with a mouth full of gold
with a mouth full of gold with a mouth full of gold
Rich as new with a mouth full of gold
(Repeat)

Waka Flocka Flame ft. Kebo Gotti - Grove St Party Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Waka Flocka]
Grovvvvvve Grovvvvve Streeeeettttt…..FLOCKA!

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that’s why the bad hoes jockin

It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party
It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I’m trying to get fucked up

It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party
It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party

[Waka Flocka Flame]
I step in the club, rollin on that loud shit
My weed keep your security saying be quiet
My bread startin a riot, your girl getting excited
hold on wanna try it, I’m like why not try it
My swag they wanna buy it, my juice they wanna try it
club going stupid, when I Oh Lets do it
Chu ain’t gotta chew it, juking and she moving
Grove street villain nigga who you killin?
Broke two years ago, now I’m worth a million
Jacksons to the ceiling that’s how we ballin
You know that I’m rollin
Throwing up the mean bread
Now I’m bout to meet her in the club with a heater

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that’s why the bad hoes jockin

It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party
It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I’m trying to get fucked up

It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party
It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party

[Kebo Gotti]
A party ain’t a party til I walk in it
Lime green flap match the fitted and the linen
Gucci shades are on my face and my lens kinda tinted
Cause my eyes real low and my head just started spinnin
I’m rollin like a mothafucka I’m a roll out in this motherfucker
Ima roscoe dash it Ima bout to show out in this mothafucka
My jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this mothafucka
Ay flocka get them burners lets pull out in this mothafucka
Ay mothafucka what the hell is you rockin for run up on me and my squad
No that shouldn’t be an option so
Somebody betta let you know I suggest that you let it go
This is grove street party safe niggas hit the exit door

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that’s why the bad hoes jockin

It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party
It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party

home improvement loan, low interest credit cards,credit card debt,digital asset management
My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I’m trying to get fucked up

It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party
It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Rollin on them leaves, you can do the lean
Blowing on that loud perp, pass that bobby brown back
The hood got my fucking back, the streets I’m not duckin that
Please step the fuck back, grove street yes we are back
Hood plus I’m a nigger rich, every ghetto feeling this
20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist, 100 on my neck iced out for my respect
20 fucking 10 Ima blow the whole check
In the club flex, after party flex, you know how we ball, all I know is ball
Every dollar in my pocket Ima spend it all, when a nigga die they gon say shawty raw

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that’s why the bad hoes jockin

It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party
It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I’m trying to get fucked up

It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party
It’s a party It’s a party It’s a party....

Travis Barker ft. Swizz Beatz, Game, Lil Wayne -Can a Drummer Get Some Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Game]
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee’s cause I be killin’ ‘em
Most emcee’s turn into ghost emcee’s
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I’m famous for killin’ rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please
I ate your favourite rapper’s heart out with a 16
Didn’t hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese!

[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this shit like he Ron Dayne
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain’t what I be on
I’m Leon, I pee on you pee-on’s for eon’s
I’m in my prime like Deion
I’mma shine like neon
I’m a Lion like Leon
But I’m ’bout to go off, cause that is all I know of
I don’t have to show y’all, I’d rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I’m an F’ing star
Haha, get it? I’m an FN star
Ha, and it’s the Rock you bastards
If I’m the rockstar, will rock you bastards

[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Rick Ross]
Tupac and Juice riding ? on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin’ like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I’m a goof
Designer underwear she knows I’m a goose
Got the wide body I’m a fat muthaf-cker
In Swahili I’m screaming “stack muthaf-cker”
Ya homie won’t stop until I decide to
Until then I’m making rollie’s for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I’mma boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I’m from, Girls manage from the jump
Don’t trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so…

[Swizz Beatz - x2]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)...!!!!