Tag: Danny Glover


Pi’erre Bourne – Groceries Lyrics


[Intro]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

[Chorus]
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)

[Verse 1]
Like Soulja Boy, got stacks on deck
She too young, won’t pass the Tech
New bitch let a nigga Smash like Melee
Her old nigga a square Wayne Brady
I got racks, nigga, call me Eighty
Smokin’ the 80’s, since I was a baby
Steal your bike and I spray paint it
I’m from the concrete, you from the suburbs
My pockets thicker than peanut butter
Feelin’ like The Wayans, I need my brothers
Chain too cold, bitch, I need some covers
She come home with me, need rubbers
Sent her home, she live with her mother
I’m a hero to her baby brother
Color purple like I’m Danny Glover
My money talkin’ funny, it stutter

[Chorus]
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)

[Verse 2]
When I swerve in the Rover it beep like a bomb
I see the future, I can read my palm
Nigga played out like a CD-ROM
We get high like Cheech and Chong
Purple shit, yeah, look like a plum
Suck on it, yeah, she speakin’ in tongues
How you got bread but speakin’ on crumbs?
My chain too bright, your shit dull
Got some Soss, better get you some
Runnin’ it up ’til my legs get numb
Say you a rap-star, really a punk
I got a bae, she shakin’ her trunk
I got a bae, she lettin’ me dump
Lettin’ me beat like some African drums
Goin’ so hard like I’m playin’ one
‘Bout my bread, yeah, I’m ’bout my buns

[Chorus]
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)
Who you know get the bag like P? Get the cash like P?
Get it fast like me? (Ooh-ooh)


Ill Bill – White Nigger Lyrics


Hip Hop brought cultures together
I remember cuzines in camaros pumping “Tougher Than Leather”
Yankel Rosenbaum still got stabbed in Crown Heights
Gavin Cato got hit when they ran that red light
Over a decade of healing but the scars remain
Both families involved still harbor the pain
Age 13 – 70’s baby raised in the 80’s
Mad fights with blacks and whites
And both sides hated me for nonsense
The white kids was playin it wack
Cause I’m from the projects and my neighbors is black
I had to prove whiteboys could thump too
But f*ck skin color – I was proud to call myself a tough jew
I guess I’m mad lucky to be raised in NY
The world’s capitol – my attitude was take em to war
Other places would’ve raised me in a useless format
In Texas they dream about hunting jews with Borat

Call me white nigger
Call me christ killer or kike
Call me nigger lover
Because I spit on the mic
Think you got me figured out
You’re not listening right
Get ya f*ckin head kicked in for thinkin you’re hype

Call me white nigger
Call me christ killer or kike
Call me nigger lover
Because I spit on the mic
Think you know what I’m about?
You’re not listening right
Get ya f*ckin head kicked in for thinkin you’re hype

They call me white nigger
Call me every name in the book
I done heard em all
f*ck ya’ll – I made it a hook
Made it a song
Exposing the hatred to all
Cause any type of racism is wrong
Had newsmen talking as a kid about Yusef Hawkins
Same age as me when Joey Fama caught him walking through Bensonhurst
A world away from my Glenwood Projects
Racially mixed – combustible – it lead to conflicts
I was never raised prejudice
My grandmother was a holocaust survivor
And my uncle did heroin
My pops wasn’t around
My moms kicked him out the house
And broke her back to put food in our mouths
Age 12 – they bussed my projects to the white school
Holes in my sneakers – I never fit in with them rich white dudes
I didn’t click up with the blacks kids neither – I bought a Iron Maiden
T-shirt and wrote rhymes in my trapper keeper

Call me white nigger

Call me christ killer or kike
Call me nigger lover
Because I spit on the mic
Think you got me figured out
You’re not listening right
Get ya f*ckin head kicked in for thinkin you’re hype

Call me white nigger
Call me christ killer or kike
Call me nigger lover
Because I spit on the mic
Think you know what I’m about?
You’re not listening right
Get ya f*ckin head kicked in for thinkin you’re hype

Run-D.M.C. really made me wanna get wreck
Same time Kerry King played guitar for Megadeth
It was 84, 85 – LL Cool J “rock the bells”
Obliterated my mind – so inspired I created a rhyme
Beastie Boys on U68 – “she’s on it” made up my mind
Hardcore – the other bright side
I thought Bad Brains was white guys when Melle Mel
Dropped “white lines”
Nazi skinheads showed up at Lamour’s in Brooklyn
Got stabbed up by puerto rican skins from Bushwick
Geraldo got his nose broken – Tawana Brawley on Donahue
Central Park wildin had the world scopin
Now VH1 got a show for wiggers
And some claim the jews be the biggest wiggers – we’re considered
The most dangerous cause they think we shift our forms
Cast spells & wear beanies to restrict our horns from being seen
Growing out our heads – the killers of christ
These fools wear white sheets and believe that hitler was right
Believe it or not they still exist undercover
And Mel Gibson never liked Danny Glover
Another piece of shit called out in the paper – if we was there,
Me and my peoples would have beat the f*ckin shit outta Kramer
If this song offends you, you’re a hater – take a look within yourself
And figure out what the f*ck you’re afraid of

Call me white nigger
Call me christ killer or kike
Call me nigger lover
Because I spit on the mic
Think you got me figured out
You’re not listening right
Get ya f*ckin head kicked in for thinkin you’re hype

Call me white nigger
Call me christ killer or kike
Call me nigger lover
Because I spit on the mic
Think you know what I’m about?
You’re not listening right
Get ya f*ckin head kicked in for thinkin you’re hype


KSI – Beerus Lyrics


[Intro]
Randolph, yeah, yeah
Zeeshan

[Verse 1: Randolph]
Ah
You don’t like me that’s established
Keyboard warrior
Ugly ass catfish
You can never @ this
Out here, living that lavish life
You should be embarrassed, yikes
Cashin’ the vault so it’s safe to say
Your boy stayed dry on a rainy days
World flow, we set the stage
Walter White bitches say my name
Coming at me, you’ll need stamina
This ain’t for amateurs
Waiting for hours and hours
To shine on the camera
Still got you powerless
Life is a bitch but she look like an hourglass
Got no time for this shit
Doubling down because I’m tryna get rich
And I’m tryna take it to another level
Got a hundred bags full of hundred bezels
I’m a fuckin’ rebel, I shoot first
Carry the game cuz’ the shoes hurt
Put it all on my back
Weather the storm
It make it rain ’till it’s three in the morn’
From dirt, to rock, to private planes
Home studios to live on stage
And ain’t nothin’ changed
We’ve been goin’ in since day (day)
Uh, Loyalty pays (pays)
You’ve been waiting for that royalty wage (ah)
It’s never gonna come, is it? (woo)
Like your girl, don’t need her digits (woo)
Imma show her what a real man like (yeah)
Plenty commas when we fly (we fly)
No empty bottles they all night
But this life it’s ride or die

[Hook: KSI]
Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
We will make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

[Verse 2: KSI]
Young winner young sinner, peace her when I’m done
And that head spinnin’ cash
Brotha I’m the breadwinner
Bread but I run ‘cus you wouldn’t be the soul
Son of Danny Glover, whipping out the Adams
So they never pop up
Woah
My life I’m keepin’ it all on the low
Who am I fuckin’, oh you wanna know
Started this all on my own
With that venomous flow as the C to the E to the O
I come and go with the fitness
Millions all over to witness
Millions all over the bank
Millions all over the business
Can’t come at me
Upper echelon
The real OG
The YouTube don
Fuck your number one, ‘cus I’m limitless
Don’t fuck with me, else I’m leavin’ you spiritless
Nah, nah, nah
Why is my ex tryin’a message, I don’t wanna talk to you
Nah, nah, nah
Even this guy want some money, you know I don’t fuck with you
Nah, nah, nah
Tweetin’ your peace on the net let me come there and humble you
Nah, nah, nah
I’m on a level where even the devil is scared of me
I got some enemies
Always want hate ’till I die, ‘cus I fucked up their legacy
Negative energies
All of the bitches I finish, I keep them in memory
Fuck with my enemies
I am the king of the sheep
You can stay as a wannabe
Keep being under me
I’m on another level
I’m a new age rebel ‘cus

[Hook: KSI]
Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
Make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
Make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

[Outro: KSI]
Motherfucker (yeah)