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]!!!!

Red Cafe feat. Rick Ross & Ryan Leslie - Fly Together Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Ryan Leslie:]
 So when I fly you fly we fly together
 And when I shine you shine we shine forever

 [Red Cafe:]
 I'm a boss so I need a boss chick
 And we can boss up like the bosses
 All about green like Paul Pierce
 Mayweather look zero losses
 Dime in the day, dime in the night
 Five star chick 'bout that five star life
 I must admit I'm a fan
 Your shoe game ruthless girl god damn
 Been a few years you're my number 1
 Blood in my veins, breath in my lungs
 We the ones winning so they want toast
 Love the way you're doing it, keep doing itnow
 Fly like a jet blue stewardess
 You can fly alone but I don't advise it
 I'm inviting you to fly with the pilot

 [Ryan Leslie:]
 So when I fly you fly we fly together
 And when I shine you shine we shine forever baby
 So when I fly you fly we fly together
 And when I shine you shine we shine forever oh yeah

 [Rick Ross:]
 She wanna hit me on the;
 On the iPad, flying in the sky caps
 Shawty got a nice job but works too hard
 Put that shit; now welcome to the mall
 I need my women mogul;
 Double M G is global;
 I ain't rocking no Polo but I'm;
 Her heart beating so fast cause I'm taking my time
 Yeah I get it and lick it, I just handle my business
 And my Bentley just different, I keep her by my side
 My life a runway, and it's time to fly

 [Ryan Leslie:]
 So when I fly you fly we fly together
 And when I shine you shine we shine forever baby
 So when I fly you fly we fly together
 And when I shine you shine we shine forever oh yeah!!!

The Game feat. Kendril Lamar - The City Lyrics

Lyrics:


[Intro]
 Leave the angels in the city
 Leave the angels in the city

[Verse 1]
 Tell them muthaf-ckas I’m forever paid
 California king wrestle gators in the Everglades
 Drive up out that muthaf-ckin swamp in the Escalade
 So before you put that Red rag in your pocket I wanna see your f-ckin resume
 Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate
 Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate
 Dre Beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate
 I’ma give em hurricanes until another Levee break
 You niggas is featherweight, I’m Aftermath’s heavyweight
 Now Dre’s weapon of mass destruction is ’bout to detonate
 When a nigga wack found me, shit, I was selling weight
 Now a nigga’s selling millions, now it’s time to celebrate
 Performing in front of millions, nigga every race
 64 in the ’64, now watch the Chevy scrape
 4th album, no 5 mics? Then let ‘em hate
 But I’m not stopping ’til I’m the f-cking king in every state

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
 Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
 Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
 In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write
 Get familiar with Cartwright
 Cause I wrote that shot, I’m a raging bull when the needle drops
 For the record, I’mm wreck it, even if my record don’t pop
 I’mma tie your knot on a Downtown building, let it tow behind me
 Tell ‘em they can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart
 Nigga f-ck your feelings, this is me

[Verse 2]
 I’m sick of muthaf-ckers talking about “the West died”
 Can’t you hear my heart beating?
 That’s the motherf-ckin West side, you test me, you test God
 I’m his son, insane songs, you come at me
 Then I can split you with this Tommy gun
 You won’t have no time to run
 I’m from the Compton slums and that’s how the West ride
 I’m from the city where 2 of the best died
 Rest in peace to both of ‘em, spit like I’m the ghost of ‘em
 Damn, I said I spit like I’m the ghost of ‘em
 Name your top 10, I’m harder than the most of ‘em
 Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5
 Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas, no particular order
 Bet a mil that I slaughter, serve niggas, give a f-ck what you ordered
 How dare you niggas pop fly
 When I’m the nigga sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
 I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic
 Gave you Doctor’s Advocate, you ripped it out the package
 Came with LAX, since critics said it was average
 I was stressed the f-ck out, torn between Aftermath and
 Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope
 Spill the red ink on the paper, it’s like my pen is broke
 And this is what you all been waiting for
 I’m the lost angel knocking on Satan’s door
 What the f-ck y’all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more
 I’m Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84
 Shake you like Haiti’s floor, walk up on you
 Like “what’s going on baby boy?” Shots in that Mercedes door
 Either I’m crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or
 Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more
 But I still owe Jimmy one more album
 The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
 Kendrick, And I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldier
 Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled over
 Johnny always lock a nigga down
 Knowing damn well we don’t wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
 Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime
 Thug life is now on radar
 Til the federal come through and raid ours
 Reminiscing when the LA Raiders
 Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle’s dome
 And I don’t condone dickriding
 I’m addicted to Westsiding
 Living in a city where the skinny niggas die
 And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion
 Trying, and I mean that shit
 Game came through, put the city on his back
 I was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit
 “Compton!”, a nigga gotta scream that shit
 Never went commercial, Never T.V. screened that shit
 Can’t block or screen that shit, now everybody sing that shit

[Outro]

Lloyd Banks – Love Me In The Hood Lyrics and Download

Lyrics:

Its banks nigga
 South side love
 They love me in the hood

[Verse 1: LLoyd Banks]
 Cold since my man died, over thats a damn lie
 Boy you smoking dust got these niggas by a landslide
 Uh I got them niggas by a rocket ship
 I hit the afterburner Ike Turner how I drop a bitch
 I’m so far ahead I’m already dead
 Getting at you from the future thats why I’m used to what you said
 Wait until you see the new Superhead
 She got the turbo wop, hop karma sutra in the bed
 I got ya yard on my card, back to future with the bread
 I pull ya card you a fraud, hope they shot you in ya head
 Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and your style phony
 Every day a trending topic keep the pound on me
 Exotic women, heavy lenin, thats how I’m living
 The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens
 Every week a nigga leak a bunch of robbings killings
 F-ck a hater make a million let survival feed him

[Hook: LLoyd Banks]
 Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood
 Them bitches talking about me, thats how you know I’m doing good
 Understood I’m good they love me in the hood
 Understood I’m good they love me in the hood
 I’m in love with money I don’t love these hoes
 I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes
 Do you here me?
 Understood I’m good they love me in the hood
 Understood I’m good they love me in the hood

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
 Be in here with the weapons on, blink get ya necklace torn
 Hef the don, f-cking on ya sister like escaborn
 Escalade eyes bloody red like I have been paper sprayed
 Sex for exercise bitches screaming like I step on stage
 I get busy dough from here to Quebec I’m paid
 F-cking since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braids
 I know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking them
 My seconds make a twirler stay for months fuck the wrestling
 Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and ‘em
 I’m excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman’s pen
 You couldn’t cloud my intelligence with elegance
 I’ll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephants
 I’m heaven sent living vicariously through these presidents
 Done worked my whole life to get two, I’ve been spending ever since
 Gg kush bags couldn’t find a better stench
 Fly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench

[Hook]

[Verse 3: LLoyd banks]
 Big city to country all the pretty bitches wants me
 Tote tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie
 Frying pan man turn ya head into a gumbie
 When I’m hungry ain’t a a humble bum, picture a nigga summy
 Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every year
 Pick a spot I’m heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere
 F-cking dimes or something, my aura got the telly scared
 All problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smeared
 Rapped in fire black attire she’s the appetizer
 Humming on my trail all day ima clap her after china
 Mr. No Good hood is ever acid rhymer
 Shorty fly as hell about 11 levels past Cubana
 I’m honored, loaded lama niggas hate ya honor
 Donna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotel
 All the snickering, I’m running through this money till the trip is done
 I meet it at the bottom with my niggas son

[Hook]

Styles P ft. Busta Rhymes & Rick Ross - Harsh Lyrics and Download

Lyrics:

Roof for the building shoot with no feeling
 Like two the crew was too top billin
 Blowing the dutch in the coop with no sillin
 And visible bully like the Gucci when i’m illin
 Cash too green is take to the toilet like a on
 In the bath scene
 Young black bido chop about kilos, clap to a
 Stack go vidos , we in the sippin the mojito
 Discussing the dizzle , ain’t
 You can see through round in the bullet prove five year
 I’m lethal.

 Hook:
 Y’all when make this hit shit they say it harsh
 Type of shit that make you wanna nigga harsh
 High style look kind of harsh
 Like a ruff child with money that’s why i’m harsh
 How we do with em, harsh
 How we do it with em, harsh
 How we hang on em, harsh
 How we hang on em, harsh
 Stop b*tch you don’t wanna to cause me the
 And if i

 Your style is infectious actress in the Lexus
 Turn move yeah she’s for breakfast
 Beef never to the ghetto
 Rustle with the hustle with the metal
 When i lick a shot man that you’re top floor
 Blocks like stocks everybody bought more
 Birds all up the sky style white twist
for the trip straight is so
 Three point is with key locks.

 Hook:
 Y’all when make this hit shit they say it harsh
 Type of shit that make you wanna nigga harsh
 High style look kind of harsh
 Like a ruff child with money that’s why i’m harsh
 How we do with em, harsh
 How we do it with em, harsh
 How we hang on em, harsh
 How we hang on em, harsh
 Stop b*tch you don’t wanna to cause me the
 And if i

 Shine like sure but i’ma tighten
 Hard like when customer was training Tyson
 Gun really acting the car but no license
 Life on top of the city could touch lightening
 Cocaine wave dollar bill slave
 Brainless of the inside is wave
grave one dirty for legacy
 Pedigree is i could make a ‘cause of integrity
 Rap like a phenomenon beat for a better dream
 Now this for things medicine rap phone i think i’m better than

 [Hook]

 I rap stone together and the spell quick
 Like a voodoo blesses
 I beat you like the number eleven when two sticks
 Money from the door when the tricks
 It won’t stop, never stop the hit go again
 Together watch the coke and how i bake it
quickly rapping

 They say we back on business ‘cause the coke quite drop
 How we flooded the bubble white till is white
 What?
 pop drop toonly the profit
 80 million dollar i’m not just a creature my season

 [Hook]

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Asher Roth - In The Kitchen Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Verse 1 - Asher Roth]
 You're in deep water now pal don't foul out pal
 Pow pow down south how now brown cow
 Loud mouth shout shout had to knock him out, Ciao
 Bail him out now just put it on my Loud account
 Steve Riff needs this, never will I back down
 Sleep this, breath this, never wear me out round
 Read lips, she licks, tryna pull my trous' down
 Weed lit, need Clipse playin' in the background
 How how, I don't get it, should've got em out
 Little Redmatics mixed in with Roy Holiday
 Andele, andele, arriba, arriba
 Asher Roth coming out your speakers
 Yippeeya yeeah, about time we read up
 I was in the out crowd playing with some D cups
 Gee shucks, didn't mean to keep ya
 They just need a little TLC every 3 months

 [Hook - Asher Roth] x2
 Me & Chuck, we make this in the kitchen
 I'm not bullshittin, really made this in the kitchen
 Hook the mic up, MPC on the table
 Wrote a couple rhymes, so check what I'm saying...


 [Verse 2 - Asher Roth]
 Now I got my feet up without any sneakers
 But if I did, they'd probably be some beat Chucks
 Beats up the knees bump, bass be mean
 Make you lean like the Pisa
 Meet the Grim Reaper, killin em in FIFA
 Kick it in the back yard, sip a margarita
 Eat the dark meat, pepper on the paprika
 Could've kept East, but I had to see the sea cuz
 510 freedom, kiddo don't be dumb
 Me won't leave so I'm following my green bud
 Need bud, need bud, please only live once
 Read a couple books while I'm soaking up the heat sun
 We've only begun, beguns are beguns
 Speak on you sheep, the Dos Equis He Man
 Recon in Sweden, la vie European
 Get up out of bed, turn my chi on

 [Hook]!!!!

Pusha T ft. Kanye West & Young Jeezy - Amen Lyrics

Amen Lyrics:

Amen (repeated)

[Kanye West - Verse 1]
You like that don’t ya. I wrote it myself by the way
And I don’t mean to be selfish
But I picture myself gettin’ paid
And you might get pneumonia
Im colder than an elf on a sleigh
Uh, me and Pusha back on it
Now everybody help us Pray.

Lord forgive my sins and all my friends
Dollars make sense, I’m tryna get paid

[Pusha T]
Tryna get saved (too late)
Time to get paid
Got a gun and a stocking mask
Niggas thought I was tryna get waves
I’mma let all ya’ll niggas pray for it
My young niggas knocking off a K for it
Sold my soul on the back end
Only f-cking way I’mma pay for it
Front that shit, you put a flame on
My niggas locked in a cage for
They keep telling me to go hard
Number one spot you was made for
Yeah, I made more
Front of the grill, got a racehorse
California Crayola ring
Glow In The Dark like a ‘Ye tour
F-ck niggas steppin’ in my lane for
Not knowing that it’s a landmine
Soon as a nigga feel a cool breeze
Throw the top up like a gang sign
Red or blue, crip or blood
Solitaires, diamond studs like chandeliers I’ma flood
Black Jesus piece like it’s dipped in mud
Fashion God’s, notice mine
Rollarball spikes I’m Pokemon
Paris shit, Louboutin
Under bright lights where do you belong

[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen

[Kanye West]
Amen, how many people do you know hatin’?
On your downfall sitting their waitin’
When you shine, wonder what they gonna say then
Everything I do now stadium’s
Tell me what they really gon’ say to him
And I’m headed straight to the ATM
Finna go HAM, finna go in
Nigga you get it when pigs fly, when Yeezy fake
Devil’s pie, piece of cake
Kit-Kat I need a break
God’s child, Jesus Christ
Club like a broken neck, I need the ice
I need the lights
In Egypt they fightin’ for freedom
Cop pull you over no reason, beat him

[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen

[Young Jeezy]
I got them units packed in that black van like the A-Team
Even seen ‘em come two tone like a saleen (saleen)
Saleen, Yeah that’s a Mustang
Break ‘em down in the night, thats what I call hustlin’
They say they on they dumb shit, but this is ignorance
Come to warn the timepiece, now thats ignorance
Young, you a fool, I coulda bought some real estate
Instead I bought a half a block, I tried to sew up half the streets
I’m on, 75-75, going for the 25
Guess who’s pickin’ up a trey
Just an ordinary day with extraodinary pay
Extraordinary risk
Can’t even explain, got an extraordinary wrist
I talk it cause I lived it man, this shit aint really nuttin’ to me
Tell ya like Sosa told Tony: “dont you f-ck with me”

[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no Yay
See they flossin’, roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen

J. Cole featuring Omen & Voli - Pity Lyrics

Lyrics:

God help the hungry children
 Help the homeless children
 Help them to survive a World they can’t understand

 God help the child who’s needy
 Who deserves not pity
 Help them to survive this cold and bitter land

 [Hook - J Cole]
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
 I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

 Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the dice that you rolled for me?

 [Verse 1 - J Cole]
 Yeah, this is the Ville, home of the fast-lifers
 Where we get high and don’t come down, we gas righteous
 Man, I wonder how hard to live my past life was
 Cause this one hard, I could show you my scars
 I ain’t crying tho..
 Then save that pity for the next man
 Or that girl getting beat down by her ex-man
 Hey, hold your head, mama
 I know you wish that nigga dead, mama
 If I can find a way to kill him, I won’t have any drama
 Damn mama, tell me who you love
 This one is for the boy that sees his mama on drugs
 I feel your pain, boy and just know that I been through the same, boy
 That lady needs you more than ever
 Don’t be ashamed boy
 Cause when it rained, boy, that was your umbrella
 The one that changed your pissy sheets when you was a young fella
 And now she in the bedroom on her knees
 Staring at the sky, screaming “Lord please!”
 Tell me now

[Hook - J Cole]
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
 I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

 Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
 I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

 [Verse 2]
 Soon as you cling on, my mind’s saying “be gone!”
 I leave em with wrinkled foreheads, they now Klingons
 Confused, cause friendship’s abuse and I’m sorry for it
 My life performance been trifling, some nights I fight my conscience?
 Was never given space, but I always heared the heart
 Always miss playing the hand that was dealt the joker cards
 It’s what I was feeling like, lonely low energy
 Fallin slow clinically, ballin’ over we finna be
 Don’t pity me ever, even when them haters answering
 Mindstate of the victim, no victim, I’m just a champion
 Money come in slow, God, intervene
 Spirit’s never broken, I’m just focused, don’t pity me
 No no no, you see this pain put a strain on my whole life
 I seen the rain, seen my dreams turn to long nights
 But all I ask is don’t pity me, no, no!
 Don’t pity me, no, no, no!

 [Hook - J Cole]
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
 I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

 Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
 I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

 I can’t cry about it
 Nah, nah, be strong
 Can’t cry about it
 Hey

 [Verse 3]
 I freestyle life, can barely write the rent
 Yearly income can barely keep this music life in check
 Call up mama, hate to borrow money, with Christmas near
 Hey you know what? How about we make each other gifts this year
 Friends are calling me up, asking me if I’m signed yet
 Who I’m working with? Am I making dollar signs yet?
 Disappointment within their voices, do they pity me?
 Disbelief, I’ma stay driven like them city streets
 But ah, it seems like every day is rainy weather
 Can barely fit my pain and poverty the same umbrella
 But he don’t care, he don’t care, it’s hard to keep em dry
 No more caterpillar, now you see him change: peeping Tom
 This life’ll flash before your eyes
 So get your match before your fire turns to ash
 No more drive, no more gas, before you cry, get your last
 Before you die, life your past with no regrets
 Broken X, no looking back man

 [Hook - J Cole]
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
 I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

 Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
 Is this the life that you chose for me?
 Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
 Yeah!!!!

Lil Wayne ft. Drake - She Will Lyrics and Download

Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
 I tell her “now goin pop that pussy for a real nigga
 I already know that life is deep but I still dig her
 Niggas is jealous but really I couldn’t care less
 I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net
 Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness
 So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness
 What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop
 Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
 Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet
 I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
 Haters can’t see me, nose bleed seats
 And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap
 I rock to the beat of my drumset
 I’ve been at the top for a while and I aint jump yet
 But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
 Now jump up on that dick and do a full split

[Drake]
 She just started to pop it for a nigga
 And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
 And I say I aint doubt you for a second
 I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
 I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
 And she bad, so maybe she won’t
 Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
 Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
 She will, yeah
 Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
 She will, she will, she will
 Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
 She will, she will, she will
 Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
 She will, she will, she will

[Lil Wayne]
 Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me”
 Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me
 And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
 Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
 Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
 I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back
 I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
 Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine”
 Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses
 They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen
 Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault
 Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off
 Now I like my house big and my grass soft
 I like my girl face South and her ass North
 But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
 Now hop up on my dick and do a full split!

[Drake - Chorus]
 She just started to pop it for a nigga
 And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
 And I say I aint doubt you for a second
 I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
 I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
 And she bad, so maybe she won’t
 Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
 Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
 She will, yeah
 Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
 She will, she will, she will
 Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
 She will, she will, she will
 Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
 She will, she will, she will

(Ladies and gentleman, Drizzy…)

[Drake - Chorus]
 She just started to pop it for a nigga
 And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
 And I say I aint doubt you for a second
 I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
 I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
 And she bad, so maybe she won’t
 Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
 Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
 She will, yeah
 Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
 She will, she will, she will
 Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
 She will, she will, she will
 Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
 She will, she will, she will!!!

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Big K.R.I.T. ft. Yelawolf - Happy Birthday Hip Hop Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Verse 1 - Yelawolf]
 I used to do backspins, no Adidas suit
 In my grandmama’s house, listening to Coup
 Straight out the country like a pair of boots
 With arrow pulled back, you been shot, no apparel to match
 I was hip-hop before I hopped to be hip
 Some dirty British Knights, tied up, size 6
 Don’t give me the spoon to cut my pie with
 I get it, hand scooped the poofs under my eyelids
 I was bumpin’ that ? and that UGK, and that group home
 And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I knew the songs
 Mystikal, muthafucka: put your boots on
 That’s mustard: no Grey Poupon
 Geto Boys trick or treat: let’s go home
 Deep dish D’s: drop two tones
 And I know Alabama ain’t your birthplace
 But I just come to celebrate: happy birthday
 Hip-hop

 [Hook]
 Yelawolf and Big KRIT on some new shit
 We got that firewater, so keep your candles lit
 Happy birthday hip hop!
 Mississippi/Alabama and it don’t stop
 The door slamming and the rims chop
 Twin states from the bottom, now we on top
 So happy birthday, hip hop
 We worldwide and it don’t stop

 [Verse 2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
 I’m hollerin’ breathe little shawty
 Just look what I done bought ya
 The very best that I possess from ‘neath that country water
 Like preaching from the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop
 Just show me where the sauce, a piece of mind is what it cost ya
 The beginning of the better, return of forever
 Like Pete Rock in the lab, no telling what we’ll chef up
 You find a will to flow once the vinyl dust settle
 I was digging in the crates, just bring a 40 and your shovel
 Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss Rebel
 My definition for lizard crawlin’ and heavy metal
 808 bass in, haters strut facing
 While you was Kid N Playin’, I was UGKing
 “Say it ain’t so, KRIT”, bitch, I’m just saying
 Don’t play me like no sucka
 These Alpines leave you muffled
 Country bumpkin hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take that
 Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me where the cake at

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3 - Yelawolf/Big K.R.I.T.]
 Bonita fried, apple pie bum put me on
 (Put ‘em up) waffle house, 2Pac’s rock song
 You see I had to dig to find the hieroglyphics
 My mama didn’t know about (?) Souls of Mischief
 See the Bible what gave me the Holy Spirit
 But it didn’t give me rap, cuz I wasn’t supposed to hear it
 So I had to walk under them Rebel flags
 With my hoodie inside out, with Adidas on the tag
 Who would’ve thunk it, I think we onto something
 Like a speaker on my chest, no holding back they hear me coming
 If you check my gun function, I’ve been ’bout it ’bout it
 The royalties within my jeans and they so outta pocket
 Back when Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping
 The swangas swung like pendulums and boppers kept bopping
 Reminiscing on the golden times
 3000 rhymed over noise so organized

 [Hook]

Yo Gotti ft. Stuey Rock - Single Lyrics

Lyrics:

Single, single
 Go go go go goup in the building
 Single single single
 I’m single for the night
 I’m single, i’m single

 Chorus:
 Say i need a single so here we go
 Nigga say Single 24
 She ask me am i single i say damn right
 Yeah she got a man for the night, she single for the night
 Single single single single single
 She single for the night
 Single single single single single single
 I’m single for the night

 Got trapped homie say you wanna single
 Hood nigga i’ma born i get pringles
 I get paid in the club i don’t come

In my own top gun in my blood put my own blood ..
 For the club don’t play two shot strong .band carries my watch on
 I’m single carries on my finger looking for a big bad b*tch like ..
 I am, she committed Let me hit it you can a single dollar then you know you’re with it

 Chorus:
 Say i need a single so here we go
 Nigga say Single 24
 She ask me am i single i say damn right
 Yeah she got a man for the night, she single for the night
 Single single single single single
 She single for the night
 Single single signle single single signle
 I’m single for the night

 Tell em that i’m single but i ..
 Top squares ..white some night aires
 Single horse on the .. Couple hundred ..
 Single pots .. Ain’t no ..
 Yeah i’m married to the game what you know about it
 Yeah i’m fly rich nigga action all about ti
 For single in the split ..real bottles
 Yeah we’re rockin like the ..
 Single don’t born else stand on the couch middle finger to the ..
 I am like queen latifa ..single bout me in the hood ..

 [chorus:]

Kendrick Lamar ft. Colin Munroe - No Make-Up (Her Vice) Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Hook - Colin Munroe]
 I love the way you
 Put it on your eyes
 The roses on your face
 Light up the sky
 Those lips are colorful
 All of the time
 And girl that’s fine
 But I wanna know do you mind
 No makeup today (day) (x4)
 And girl that’s fine
 But I wanna know do you mind

[Verse 1 - Kendrick Lamar]
 I know she bout to ask me how she look
 I tell her beautiful, and how long it took
 For you to put it on
 It was early in the morn’
 She resembled a model out of a Mac book
 Concentrating on the way the eyeliner thickens
 I stand behind her and try to figure her vision
 Of prettiness, the wittiness, of colors on her skin tone
 Her complexion in a direction I’ve outgrown
 Damn girl, why so much?
 You bout to blow your cover when you cover up
 Don’t you know your imperfections
 Is a wonderful blessing
 From heaven, is where you got it from
 I love your smile
 You can do it without style
 From your lips, all the way to your eyebrows
 It’s the beauty in her
 But when the makeup occur
 I don’t see it, all I see is a blur

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar (Woman)]
 I know she bout to ask me how she look
 I tell her beautiful and how long it took
 For you to put it on
 It was early in the morn’
 She resembled a model out of a Macbook
 (Concentrating on the way my) eyeliner thickens
 (He stand behind me and try to) figure her vision
 (Of prettyness, the wittiness of colors on my skin tone)
 (My complexion in a direction) I’ve outgrown
 (I feel like it’s not enough)
 (I can never put on too much makeup)
 (Yeah I know) your imperfections
 (I be constantly stressing)
 (From him is where I get it from)
 (They tell me I need to) smile
 (At least once in a while)
 (I hate my lips, my nose, my) eyebrows
 (It’s the beauty in me)
 (But what he don’t see)
 (Is that I had a black)–(bleep)—
 To be continued… 11

[Bridge]
 Ladies and gentlemen
 And you ain’t gotta get drunk to have fun
 You ain’t gotta get drunk to have fun
 You ain’t gotta get drunk to have fun (have fun)

[Hook + Bridge]

Yelawolf ft. Lil Jon - Hard White (Up In The Club) Lyrics and Download

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Lyrics:

It’s the boy Li’l Jon (Yeah!)
 Got my patna Yelawolf wit’ me (Wassup Yela?)
 You know it’s time to crank the club up
 Let’s go!
 Yelawolf


 You ain’t gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
 Lettin’ me in the motherfuckin’ game is lettin’ me drunk-drivin’ your truck
 When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
 I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that’s lookin’ lifeless and stuck
 Baby, what’s wrong wit’ you now? What, you ain’t happy wit’ red bottoms?
 Mad ’cause I’m in VIP wit’ a fuckin’ Jack bottle?
 Wit’ Tom, Dick, and Harry
 But I got up in this bitch wit’ a tank top ’cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
 That’s why they’re so quick to compare me
 But fuck the critics wit’ a spiked dick when it can fit barely
 They prob’ly think I’ma Limp Bizkit, their spit’s jelly
 But I put ‘em in the woods, I’m a redneck, I’m a hick, tell me
 Go ahead: What the fuck does it matter to me?
 ‘Cause after me, there’ll only be wannabes, and mostly ain’t-never-gonna-bes
 Yeah, in this forest, I’m a lonely tree
 My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin’
 Two tens, that’s a win-win situation
 Happy birthday, I’m feelin’ brand new
 Drinks on me … for me, not you
 Li’l Jon

Up in the club
 Don’t give a fuck
 Up in the club
 Don’t give a fuck
 Up in the club
 Don’t give a fuck
 Up in the club
 Yela

Still don’t give a fuck

I don’t know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
 What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow? I done already milked it
 Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I’m feelin’
 They done broke me down so many times before that I’m no longer rappin’, I’m buildin’
 Wit’ one brick, two brick, three brick, four
 Underneath the steps of my single-wide door
 Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
 Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
 I don’t cook my shit, I don’t break it down for you motherfucker out there waitin’ around
 For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you facin’ now
 ‘Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
 If God was one of us, he’d prob’ly drink vodka
 I still kick it at the party when I get rich
 ‘Cause rich or broke, I’m still as dope, the realest ain’t as real as this
 Dead or alive, I’ll put a stamp in this bitch
 You’ll never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin’
 Two tens, that’s a win-win situation
 Happy birthday, I’m feelin’ brand new
 Drinks on me … for me, not you
 Li’l Jon

Up in the club
 Don’t give a fuck
 Up in the club
 Don’t give a fuck
 Up in the club
 Don’t give a fuck
 Up in the club

Still don’t give a fuck

Yeah (Y’all know we don’t give a fuck)
 It’s Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
 Shady (Yeah)
 Still don’t give a fuck (Nah)
 (Ya boy Li’l Jon)
 (We rep the South)
 Happy birthday, Alabama
 Up in the club
 Don’t give a fuck
 (Up in the club)
 (Still don’t give a fuck)
 (Up in the club)
 (Still don’t give a fuck)
 I ain’t in the buildin’, I own the buildin’, bitch!!!!!

Chris Brown ft. Kevin McCall - Strip Lyrics

Lyrics:

take it off, i wanna love you,
body i wanna touch it
back it up, beet beet like a trucker.
 nice ass, nice waist, then you know i probably… about your face
 i’m about to make your..

 chorus:
 girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
 cause it’s late, late!
 girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
 girl, take it down…
 god dam you’re sexy!
 god damn you’re sexy!
 god dam you’re sexy!
 girl i just wanna see you strip!

 got my… and my days on,
 ..in the club with a pocket full of …
 this girl, booty out of control
 ..she go up and down the hall
 ..if you ain’t freaky, you ain’t…
 you think i’m playing?
 no, i’m not!
 let me see you back it up and….
 yeah, i wanna see your legs in the air!
 baby don’t worry about your hair over sex
 i don’t give a damn about…
 in the club they’re playing my song,
 turn it up, play it all night long!
 if you think you can, and you know you can
 i’mma…

 chorus:
 girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
 cause it’s late, late!
 girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
 girl, take it down…
 god dam you’re sexy, baby!
 god damn you’re sexy, baby!
 god dam you’re sexy, baby!
 girl i just wanna see you strip!

 pants, shirt, you can take ‘em off,
 panties, bra, you can take ‘em off
 red bottom heels, you can take ‘em
 wait, wait, leave ‘em on, cause i like my woman tall!
 got a hot momma, you’re hotter than the sun,
 i wanna put clothes on your body like a banana,
 the only reason i dress you in that designer
 is to get you out that dolce and gabbana!
 i throw this money up, he watch it all fall,
 ..anything you’re wanting baby, you can have it all,
 starting with my last name…

 chorus:
 girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
 cause it’s late, late!
 girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
 girl, take it down…
 god dam you’re sexy, baby!
 god damn you’re sexy, baby!
 god dam you’re sexy, baby!
 girl i just wanna see you strip!!!!

Kanye West & Jay-Z – Niggas In Paris Lyrics and Download

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Lyrics:

[Jay-Z]
 So I ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
 But first ni**as gotta find me
 What’s 50 grand to a muhf*ka like me
 Can you please remind me?
 Ball so hard, this sh*t crazy
 Ya’ll don’t know that don’t sh*t phase me
 The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at you like this sh*t gravy
 Ball so hard, this sh*t weird
 We ain’t even spose to be here,
 Ball so hard, Since we here
 It’s only right that we be fair
 Psycho, I’m liable to be go Michael
 Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
 Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don’t tick tok
 Audemars thats losing time, Hidden behind all these big rocks
 Ball so hard, I’m shocked too, I’m supposed to be locked up too
 If you escaped what I’ve escaped
 You’d be in Paris getting f*cked up too
 Ball so hard, let’s get faded, Le Meurice for like 6 days
 Gold bottles, scold models, Spillin’ Ace on my sick J’s
 B**ch behave, Just might let you meet Ye,
 Chi towns D. Rose, I’m movin’ the Nets to BK

[Hook]
 Ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
 That sh*t crazy (x6)

[Kanye West]
 She said Ye can we get married at the mall?
 I said look you need to crawl ‘fore you ball
 Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
 And show me why you deserve to have it all
 That sh*t crazy, Ain’t it Jay?
 What she order, fish filet
 Your whip so cold, this old thing
 Act like you’ll ever be around muhf***as like this again
 Bougie girl, grab her hand
 F**k ol girl she don’t wanna dance
 Excuse my French but I’m in France (I’m just sayin)
 Prince William’s ain’t do it right if you ask me
 Cause if I was him I would have married Kate &a Ashley
 What’s Gucci my ni**a?
 What’s Louie my killa?
 What’s drugs my deala?
 What’s that jacket, Margiela?
 Doctors say I’m the illest
 Cause I’m suffering from realness
 Got my niggas in Paris
 And they going gorillas, huh!

[Jay-Z]
 ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
 ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me

[Kanye West]
 You are now watching the throne
 Don’t let me get in my zone (x3)
 These other niggaas is lyin
 Actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

[Jay-Z]
 I got that hot bitch in my home

[Kanye West]
 You know how many hot b**ches I own
 Don’t let me in my zone (x4)
 The stars is in the building
 They hands is to the ceiling
 I know I’m bout to kill it
 How you know, I got that feeling
 You are now watching the throne
 Don’t let me into my zone (x2)

[Jay-Z & Kanye West]
 I’m definitely in my zone!!!!

Mistah Fab feat. T-Pain - City Nights Lyrics

Lyrics:

Chorus
The women and the weather is great
In California,
I love the street clubs in the A
Oh, it's raining on ya
When I'm in Vegas, parties are crazy
I love the ladies in the M.I.A.,
Shytown is mine now, Houston is hot now
And I love New York
And all the city nights

Night life, life light
Sleep all day, party all night
City lights, city nights,
Tryin to see what your city like (man)
Brooklyn, Detroit, Boston,
Seattle Denver, Austin,
DC, St. Louis, Milwaukee,
Keep the people talkin
Par-Par-Par-Partyin with girls,
That like partyin with girls
Gettin lost in this world,
So damn drunk we might just hurl
In Orlando, Chicago, everywhere that I go
Reno, Vegas, Tahoe,
I've been there, trust me, I know

The women and the weather is great
In California,
I love the street clubs in the A
Oh, it's raining on ya
When I'm in Vegas, parties are crazy
I love the ladies in the M.I.A.,
Shytown is mine now, Houston is hot now
And I love New York
And all the city nights !!!!

Flight time, bright time,
Meet me at the airport
Bout to get up out the country,
Stamp my Louie passport.
Last night was amazing,
Can't tell you cause it was Vegas
But I almost missed my flight.
Aww, man, that woulda been a crazy
Carnival in Brazil,
Sonar in Barcelona,
Woke up in South Africa,
Back to California
I love the bay(the bay)
I love LA(love LA)
Let's spread that real Cali love all day(all day)

The women and the weather is great
In California,
I love the street clubs in the A
Oh, it's raining on ya
When I'm in Vegas, parties are crazy
I love the ladies in the M.I.A.,
Shytown is mine now, Houston is hot now
And I love New York
And all the city nights

Take me out to the city
London, Dubai, Paris, and Rome
Take me out to the city
Make me feel like I don't ever wanna go home
Take me out to the city
T-t-take me out to the city
T-t-take me out to the city
London, Dubai, Paris, and Rome
Take me out to the city
Make me feel like I don't ever wanna go home
M-m-make me feel like I don't ever wanna go home
Make me feel like I don't ever wanna go home

The women and the weather is great
In California,
I love the street clubs in the A
Oh, it's raining on ya
When I'm in Vegas, parties are crazy
I love the ladies in the M.I.A.,
Shytown is mine now, Houston is hot now
And I love New York
And all the city nights

Wiz Khalifa,Curren$y & Big Sean – Dot Dot Dot Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

King size papers, king size bed
Niggas blow money but I’d rather keep mine instead
Roll something nigga, blow something
Say you’re ballin’ out of control
Let a nigga hold something
Specially if you got in, and he don’t put his niggas on
Tell me what’s the sense in even having it for?
Cause when you’re broke, you’ll have everything to gain
When you lose it all…
Let you inhale out the vap’
Do it for the taste
Usually I roll one up, then pass around
But now I smoke it to the face
Cause chiefing with niggas is such a waste
Unless they my niggas, and 9 out of 10 times
They got their own pound with ‘em
Own pack of papers and filters, on the ground
We be smoking them things like 6 at a time
5 in the L, 4 breakin’ down
3 in my head, 2 on my mind, nigga

[Hook]
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled..
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled..

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
A bit of a pothead
It has been said I keep one rolled up
Like LL’s pants legs
Full of life in this bitch, though
I may seem half-dead
Trust me, I’m cool
I just ain’t talking to you
And them Jet’s coming through
It’s just as I predicted
Got a bigger portion
Cause the Jet’s eating off bigger dishes now..
Ain’t that the biggest fish up in this pond?
Since life’s a bitch, tell her roll my shit up, huh?
Secret compartment in my car, James Bond
Though I’m James ball nigga bread long
And my name known known in e’ry home household
Caught them pussies slippin’ tryna squeeze
In the mouse, ho. That cheese is “nachos”
You are not chose by the Gods
To live as we do, so play your role in the movie
Ain’t no pause, no rewind
For no man, waste time
So I ain’t wasting mine
More grass, more green, more grind, nigga I keep:

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
And these bitch ass niggas
F-ck around, I’ma have to bitch-smack me a nigga (These niggas)
Roll around with a bunch of get-rich ass niggas
Who the man? You ain’t even gotta ask these niggas
I’mma f-ck around and take these last 3 pictures
Man, these bitches breakin’ their neck
Just to pass weed with us
We both get high, get drunk, more shots, reload
Too high, we know, 3 more, TeVo, we blow
Bitch, how could you be so fine?
Shake that ass, she’s so mine
Taking more double shots than free throw lines
I’m might hit like 3-4 times
They say “what the f-ck is you on?”
F-ck if I’m right
F-ck it, I’m on, you f-cking at home
Watching my ass, bet that I’m on
My way to the top, and I’m commin’along wit’:

[Hook]!!!

Ace Hood feat. T-Pain - King Of The Streets Lyrics

Lyrics:

yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
they done tried to defeat me
staying on my feet
when they see me they salute me
i'm the king of these streets
yeaaaah! ohhhhh!
i got 'em walking on(left, right, left, right)
we the best so we marching like(left, right, left, right)
oooooooh! they follow me!

okay, it's blood, sweat, and tears, that be the realest shit i ever wrote
never stop or giving up, the realest shit i ever quote
look into my eyes and you can see i hustle twenty-fo, twenty-fo, twenty-fo
hours grinding, overdose, running, running in the studio: recording animal
people want that gutter back, that's just who i do it for
giving 'em that manure flow, how would i know, i'm trained to go
heard them niggas dropping meat so fuck it hears a dick to blow
now i'm on the top of shit, now they're showing sportsmanship
what it do and what it be? niggas on some other shit
bitch i'm on my own lane, only god can judge me
all you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat
and i am on my lion shit, starving like a full feast
pussy niggas count me out, man i love to in-convene
teddy p and mr. hood, you can call it history
we the best and fuck 'em all, we winning like we charlie sheen!

well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
mr. not intimidated by you suckers perpetrating
i been waiting, yeahhh boy i been waiting
heavy, humble and patient, but still embedded with greatness
i'm a mother fucking problem, y'all still in pajamas
sleeping on the hottest while i'm out here chasing commas
put that on my momma, i'mma give 'em hell while they locked up in a cell
we the best is gon' prevail, don't believe in seeing fail
i'm conceited, you can tell, look the devil in the eye, say i'm hotter than your hell
and i'm rocking with my chest out, head high, hello to the bad guy
bitch it's my time, see the diamonds in the watch now
don't want any handouts, fuck you niggas talking 'bout?
see me, you salute me like a mother fucking drill scout
stunting on you niggas, watch the beamer when it pulls out
king of these streets, come and see me when you travel south!!!

Jay Rock feat. Chris Brown - Westside Lyrics

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Lyrics:

Baby girl i put you on flight
We are heading to the West side
I got the .. so baby girl let’s ride
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
We are gonna do it all night

Roll up that . watch how them girl ..
Ladies I smash of you my .. park it
Like I will be .. bitch I am a million …. I am all rich
I got that .. she got that .. up in the club
Start sipping on that .. where my pretty girls at
Sexy face ass fat .. call me daddy .. on the kush when I smoke
Baby on the roll .. baby girl I hooked you up …

Baby girl i put you on flight
We are heading to the West side
I got the .. so baby girl let’s ride
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
We are gonna do it all night

They love it how I treat them
Haters say .. big boottie .. hoping I can take her home
Satisfaction guarantee .. all night long bang bang
Like .. we are in the building ladies go crazy
.. that’s what we do .. make me right
Looking for .. increases my appetite .. dollars ain’t ..
Everything is pain….

Baby girl i put you on flight
We are heading to the West side
I got the .. so baby girl let’s ride
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
We are gonna do it all night!!!!

The Game – Infrared Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Red Rose, white cellar
No body, no casket, just blood spillin’
I aint a dead President but I love millions
They like “Game, where ya been?”
Yeh Blood chillin’
But not on no islands or no villa’s
I’ve been lost in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a muthaf-cker
But I aint seen it in years
Still survive like niggas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, spit the most butta
My album’s got more game than niggas at the Rucker
Who said I’ll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my shit at every strip club in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level head
Niggas I know flip after doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder
Aint a street in my city that you aint heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit OJ’s glove
And I’ma keep name droppin’ long as my name poppin’
I mean long as the ‘cane poppin’
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
Living the ?
I switch cars like superhead switch stars
You know why, cause I’m a crook bitch
F-ck ya book bitch
I live life like aint no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you sing on the hook bitch
Dickin’ em out, foreign cars I’m whippin’ em out
Been gang bangin’ since the first Pippen’s was out

[Hook]
Me and my infra-red-red
Yeah thats right, my infra-red-red
All I need is my inferared-red
So f-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red

[Verse 2]
Same colour as the big apple
Its for my New York niggas thats in the hood clappin’
I done been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only chase money, never chase the stardom
Back to the law, thats how I became a target
Respected in every hood, bullet proof regardless
My glock got no feelings, hollows leave you heartless
Retaliation like tryna swim in the shark pit
Will I ever go at Nas, hell no
Will I ever go at Jay, I don’t know
Stay hittin em with pot shots
Ridin’ round tryna figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, nigga’s try to take out LA like big shot
Thats Chauncey Billups, for you niggas who don’t understand it
You rap niggas like bitches, pitching underhanded
It’s like throwin soft balls at Derek Jeter
I keep it hood, never put money in parking meters
like the f-ck the US government
I be on some over shit
28 inch rims rubber shit
Roll down the window f-ck with this
Roll up the endo, f-ck with this
Get it backward, yeah my shit that good
No more medical weed, back to chronic
No more Belvedere, Grey Goose and tonic
Keep a nigga f-cked up with a mind state like
Dont get ya nigga f-cked up, you know the crime rate up

[Hook]
I hit a nigga with the infra-red-red
Yeah thats right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red

[Verse 3]
And I can pop a nigga from a rooftop
Or hit ‘em up close, let ‘em know that I’m a f-cking killer
like Ghost-face, no trace for the jakes
When it come to the base in the kitchen I’m a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I’m like “nah you God”, right next to Rza as I’m lighting up the swisha
Pourin’ out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they some niggas with some cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk around like my soul long, black hoody on
Writin’ music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts
Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart
Aint been crazy since I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his muthaf-cking car, you a dead man
Nah, don’t sweat it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the clip on anybody but Redman
I Blackout and you can Blackout 2
But I got night vision on this muthaf-ckin infra-red-red

[Hook]
Yeah thats right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red

[Outro]
Niggas know what the f-ck it is everytime we do this shit
We do this shit right, nigga
Yeah, shout out to Redman for no reason at all
Cool n Dre them my niggas, my brothers
Thats my family for life nigga’s!!!!