Jadakiss - Grind Lyrics

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Jadakiss - Grind Lyrics

[intro]
look here, stay on your grind
everyday is a struggle, we all hustle and we grind

[verse 1- jadakiss]
do your history and find out kiss’ll be the last representative of authenticity
officially, came in the game nice, initially
money and respect over fame and publicity
sicker than the sycamore tree burning piffery
know they say: ‘aint nothing sweeter than a victory’
mob like im from the westside of sicily
a true lyricist, i am the epitome
typically speaking or just speaking typically
if rap is a cologne you niggas couldn’t get a whiff of me
i dare one of you chumps beg to differ me
your foreheads where the back of the four fifth’s will be
this aint an art or craft, this is a gift to me
i’ve run right through ‘em, just send the list to me
yeah, smoke like hickory, unsolved lyrical homocide’s a mystery

[hook]
look here, stay on your grind (grind, grind, grind, grind…)
everyday is a struggle, we all hustle and we grind
lil bruh, get yours, come on stay on your grind, grind, grind
only the strong survive you know we ride until we grind grind, grind

[jadakiss - verse 2]
in the hood, it’s a different kinda love cause if you create a spark you can get yourself a plug
some niggas turn it down, but some niggas turn it up
yeah, hit the highway and burn it up
trunk full of white shit, day shift, night shift
and i’m dead wrong but my kids need the right shit
all that and them some, get your hands on the work, then give ya men some
generation income, save some, spend some, lose some, win some
f-ck it, rent something til the benz come
never associate with the frail dudes
cause time is money and weight make the scale move
take a great white shark to make a whale move
seperate all the marks from all the real dudes
lil’ something on your wrist to tell the time
whatever you do don’t ever get off your grind

look here, stay on your grind (grind, grind, grind, grind…)
everyday is a struggle, we all hustle and we grind
lil bruh, get yours, come on stay on your grind, grind, grind
only the strong survive you know we ride until we grind grind, grind

[jadakiss - verse 3]
probably sold every drug on the menu
cause te thuggin’ is in you but the struggle continues
always bring it the same way, no matter the venue
and keep it brief with niggas cause they’ll try to spend you
the love goes by quick but the hurts long
rich niggas smile, broke niggas get they smirk on
and i’ll admit i gotta lot of shit to work
but now i’m in the spot till the works gone

look here, stay on your grind (grind, grind, grind, grind…)
everyday is a struggle, we all hustle and we grind
lil bruh, get yours, come on stay on your grind, grind, grind
only the strong survive you know we ride until we grind, grind, grind
look here, stay on your grind (grind, grind, grind, grind…)

Yelawolf - No Hands Lyrics

Yelawolf - No Hands Lyrics @ Rap Song Lyrics

Yelawolf - No Hands Lyrics

look mama, no hands
i’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
they took a shot, airball
you think i give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
yela, how’s it going?
oh man, i’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
they took a shot, airball
you think i give a fuck about you pussys, not at all

ain’t no reason to quit, what the fuck i look like
to put a cyst and desist on this heat that i spit, shit, bitch!
i believe in my wits, enough to believe on my kids
won’t be home till christmas
chevy’s on the wish list, no santa clause, no m’am, no problems
i’m stuck in play like a fair ball
know you love to call it trails and hip hopin in the south
but this country rap tunes
got a bitch in the back room with a open mouth ah
but sacrifice it all and lord knows it
with my life on the bullseye
make a camera be jealous of my focus
and that’s shady if you ain’t notice
the things loaded, i put that on my great grand daddy named otis
in a traffic jam, i got my lane open
it came with the same token
you did and crack the bank open
when they said the rap game was in the drought
i was swimming in so much dope i had break my life and test it out

like, look mama, no hands
i’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
they took a shot, airball
you think i give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
yela, how’s it going?
oh man, i’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
they took a shot, airball
you think i give a fuck about you pussys, not at all

get a work out bitch, run your lips
i know you’d dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
just to see me trip
you window shopping and can’t see the gift
when the shit is sitting in front of your face
like see me in between the bricks
if the world had name for me, i’d be solarickly
this whole shit started out real, bitch bet i can
and i do it with casio and a farmers tan and
on the top of the hundred grand, fuck bet i stand
and i made it through cause i had heart
waking up to roaches in my cereal box
but it that’s a bad start food stamps in the packed lunch
on some of these bitch ass rappers would take a dick to say they had it hard
don’t make one of these sloos go and intercept you
enter your dorm room and punk you internet goons
im spring loaded with the assult of an old man drinkin a fifth
and stepin with my knee in an old van like hey

look mama, no hands
i’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
they took a shot, airball
you think i give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
yela, how’s it going?
oh man, i’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
they took a shot, airball
you think i give a fuck about you pussys, not at all

a couple of loose screws ain’t stopping a train from moving
a couple of bucks short of a bill and im still one hundred proofing
under the heat like i been metal roofing in a trench coat and a black hooded
head banging to heavy metal music
i’m now home thank god bamma its home throwing rocks out the window
on 20, that’s a milestone hello tomorrow,
yesterday is now gone, i dedicate this song to me
fuck how wrong, shoe laced up with the
mainstream lace up, with the same team
that i came up with, bang what
changed the game up, like a change up
with a pain that a drain on to bitch you better remain up
bang what!, use to help weezy back up 50 pounds,
green bay backin a bowl up
a broke soul packin the couch
but the landlord used to get me out
but i went from back at my house
to back to your house bitch, like

look mama, no hands
i’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
they took a shot, airball
you think i give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
yela, how’s it going?
oh man, i’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
they took a shot, airball
you think i give a fuck about you pussys, not at all

Big Sean ,Kanye West & Roscoe Dash - Marvin & Chardonnay Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Early in the morning
When she’s all alone
I’mma take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood, girl I bought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
Yeaaah

She love the way I’m doing it
So GOOD she wont put my tattoo on it
Bottom line is, you the finest
Gave you a new name (whats that, whats that, whats that?)
My bitch
Hold up, hol’ up, woah there
Lets capture this moment if I ? than I own it
? Want it every mornin’
And Patronin’ girl, we grownin’
Waddup, got me feeling like a kid with the street lights on
Street lights on?
You know I got it going til it’s…

[Chorus]
Early in the morning
When she’s all alone
I’mma take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood, girl I bought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Just let the song play
The long way
The strong way
It’s our day
It’s our way
This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

[Kanye West]
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
Talk to the, talk to the hand
You talking to a grown ass man
It’s like, way way way too much in your pants for us not to make the bed squeak
(There goes the bed sheets)
Err’ybody rip the swag off
‘Fore I rip the tag off
Why my pants sag off, cause I’m rappin’ my ass off
Flow so ugly, money so handsome
This the f-cking anthem, get it, the f-cking anthem

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
I don’t really wanna uhh… talk too much
But you love it when I talk like I lost it
And I love how you look when ya blazin’
And I swear you turn at least half asian
And we ’bout to have a liason
She cool, get head with her shades on
You should just go and throw a cape on
And it’s just so amazing
So amazing
So amazing

[Big Sean]
Take it to the car, bloop, bloop, that shit look like I’m speed racing
Leave em with me, it’ll boost your reputation
Westside is where I’m stationed
Spend all night, just champagne tasting
Aint no rest girl, lets just pace it til its…

[Chorus]!!!!

Lil Jon feat. LMFAO - Drink Lyrics and Download

Lyrics:

Yeah hey x4
 Time to have some drinks
 We came in the club to get real drunk
 And mother fucking party
 How about you?
 Let’s go!
 Chorus:
 One shot
 Two shot
 Three shot
 Four
 Take the bottle to the head and one f*ing more
 One shot
 Two shot
 Three shot
 Four
 Take the bottle to the head and one fucking more
 Drink x7
 Hey
 Drink x7
 Everybody
 Drink x7
 Hey
 Drink x7
 Everybody
 Pour me another one x8
 Hey
 Pour me another one
 Jack, an’ tequilla
 Let’s drink it all and make this party off the meter
 Ain’t no saying no,no
 I needs a drink, drink
 Fire tracks or worse
 I can’t even fucking think
 Yeah
 Get this party jumping
 The beat is really pumping
 I need your love higher
 I need to tell her something
 Yeah you’re looking sexy
 In your all pink
 stop being late and have a fucking shot

 Chorus:
 One shot
 Two shot
 Three shot
 Four
 Take the bottle to the head and one fucking more
 One shot
 Two shot
 Three shot
 Four
 Take the bottle to the head and one fucking more

 Drink x7
 Hey
 Drink x7
 Everybody
 Drink x7
 Hey
 Drink x7
 Everybody
 Pour me another one x8
 Hey
 Pour me another one

 LMFAO:
 First off I’m gonna go with this
 I walk in the club with the coolest b*tch
 Straighten up you gotta focus
 My glass half empty better pour some shit in it
 As a matter of fact go ahead and drink that
 Couple of more shots gonna get the freak back
 Leave that, now i need that
 Dizzy like a record go ahead and leak that

 Champagne is like a player base
 when a girl’s act naughty and sprey ’em up in the face
 Yeah
 The Girls like college
 I’ll be the due walking around with the rare gauggles
 Reach around and my bottle’s
 Looks like 4th of July when they bring them bottles
 Chorus:
 One shot
 Two shot
 Three shot
 Four
 Take the bottle to the head and one fucking more
 One shot
 Two shot
 Three shot
 Four
 Take the bottle to the head and one fucking more
 Drink x7
 Hey
 Drink x7
 Everybody
 Drink x7
 Hey
 Drink x7
 Everybody
 Pour me another one x8
 Hey
 Pour me another one!!!

Jay-Z & Kanye West – Why I Love You Lyrics and Download

Why I Love You Lyrics:

oooooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I’ll never know (x4)

Picture if you will, that the throne was burning
Rome was burning, and I’m sitting in the corner all alone burning
Why does it always end up like this?
Something that we don’t determine
Same people that I fought for
That I fight for, that I ride for
That I live for, that I die for
Be the reason that these niggas is alive for
and they want me dead
But I’m so sorry but I just can’t die for you
But I can make em put their hands in the sky for you
We waiting for the fireworks like July 4th
Get fly more, get high more, cry boy, why for?
When the grief is over, beef is over, I’ll be fly when Easter’s over
I tried to teach niggas how to be kings
And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers
So the love is gone, Til blood is drawn
So we no longer wear the same uniform
Fu*k you squares, The circle got smaller
The castle got bigger, The walls got taller
And truth be told after all that said
Ni**as still got love for you

I love you so
But why I love you
I’ll never know (x4)

Showed love to you niggas
You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it
I picked up the pieces, Before you swept on it
God damn this sh*t leaves a mess don’t it
Sh*t feelin’ like death don’t it
Charge it to the game, Whatever’s left on it
I spent about a minute, Maybe less on it
Fly pelican fly, Turn the jets on it
But first I shall digress on it
Wasn’t I a good king?
(Maybe too much of a good thing, huh?)
Didn’t I spoil you?, Me or the money, what you loyal to?
(Huh, I gave you my loyalty)
Made you Royalty and royalties
(Took care of these niggas lawyer fees)
And this is how ni**as rewardin me
(Damn)

I love you so
But why I love you
I’ll never know (x4)

Bussin’ at me, b-b-b-bussin’ at me
But I’m bullet proof, b**ch you can’t get nothin’ past me
Got body armor (A ni**a gotta watch the throne)
And I’m bussin’ back, So ni**as in a glass house should not throw stones What do you do when the love turns the hate?
(Gotta separate from these f**kin fakes)
Caesar didn’t see it so he ceased to exist
So the ni**a that killed him had keys to his sh*t
Am I my brother’s keeper?
(Only if that ni**a don’t creep up)
Got a pistol under my pillow
(I’ve never been a deep sleeper)
P-p-p-paranoia
(Cause the nigga that said he’ll…)
Blast for ya (Is now…)
Blastin for ya, That’s an assassin for ya
(These niggas got a shot they’ll shoot)
Please lord (Forgive him)
For these ni**as (Not know) What they, (Do) (Ooh)!!!!

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Bei Maejor feat. J. Cole - Trouble Lyrics and Download

Trouble Lyrics:

[Bei Maejor]
I I I I
I told you, not to wear that dress at the club tryna dance up on me
I told you, not to push that thing on me
If you know I want it

[Hook]
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)

Go up to my room, you’ve been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
You know what you doing baby
Go up to my room girl
you’ve been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
(oooh, oooh)

Baby I told you, not to wear them heels that make your legs look so sexy
I I I I
I told you
Not to wear them heels that say I’m ready come get me
Ay Ay,

They gon get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)

[J. Cole]
Yeah, invitations in the whirlwind
We both bad at it
Told myself no more hittin’ n-ggas girlfriends
Thats my old bad habit
Here you go, round that
Already know, what I’m staring at
I mean from top to bottom your body is problem so
Somebody better take care of that
And who
Better than, the n-gga let ‘em in
When your man aint home, you can let him in
Late night Letterman
I aint gon tat-a-tale
Damn your ass bad as hell

[Hook]
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It’s gon’ get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)

I told you not to stare at me like that when I’m performing
I-I-I-I told you
Thats thats gon’ make us til the early morning

[Hook]

The Throne ft. Beyoncé - Lift Off lyrics and Download

Lift Off Lyrics:

[Beyonce]

We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars

[Kanye West]

(Lift off)
Lift off, takin’ my coat off
Showin’ my tattoos, I’m such a showoff (Huh?)
I feel the pain and then rolled off
I got the whole city, they about to go off
How many niggas wit’ me up in this bitch?
How many people wanna roll with me now? Like you know na na na, you know me by now
Know me, know me by now

We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars
(Lift off, ahh, ahh)

Like you know na na na, you know me by now
Know me, know me by now
you know me know me by now
Know me, know me by now…

[Jay-Z]

Lift off
Rappers hear watch the throne
They gon be pissed off
Earth is boring to em
Sh*t is making my d**k soft
When you Earnhart as me eventually you hit a big wall
5-4-3-2 we need fuel
Lift off

[Beyonce]
We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars

(20 seconds and counting)
(T-minus 15 seconds, guidance is internal)
(12, 11, 10, 9)
(Ignition sequence start)
(6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
(Zero, all engine running)
(Lift off, we have a liftoff)

(We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars)
(We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars)
(How many people you know can take it this far?)
(Take it to the stars)
(How many people you know can take it this far?)
(Now we gon’, now we gon’, now we gon’…)!!!