Tag: Dennis Rodman


G-EAZY – Legend lyrics




[Intro]
Yeah
I’m back drinking whiskey
OZ on the beat, yeah

[Hook]
(I-I)
Needed a reason to go off I think I found one (I think I found one!)
Don’t know what legend is until you been around one (Been around one!)
We poppin’ champagne on a jet, think I been wildin’ (you’re wild!)
Bottle after bottle, I just drank a gallon (yee! yee!)
Since I was young they say that boy he got some talent (he’s good!)
I put some gold up on my teeth and my medallion (bling!)
My favorite time of day, the name my second album (yeah)
The sun go down it’s like a monster just came out him
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I just wanna chill and tuck off with a bad one
Man, y’all be stressing me, ah, f*ck I need a Valium
I remember when I first made thirty thousand
And now I spent that on some dinner, eat Italian (linguine!)
We really did it, bruh, we came up from the bottom
It’s what is, I swear I see it how I call it
I swear you’re lookin’ like a L, you’re not far from it
And I just go into the booth and then I vomit
The neighbors knocking, all complaining bout the volume
I bought the house, bitch I don’t understand the problem
They bite the swag off, stealing juice, I swear they robbin’
I swear my lifestyle ’97 Dennis Rodman

[Hook]
(I-I)
Needed a reason to go off I think I found one (I think I found one!)
Don’t know what legend is until you been around one (Been around one!)
We poppin’ champagne on a jet, think I been wildin’ (you’re wild!)
Bottle after bottle, I just drank a gallon (yee! yee!)
Since I was young they say that boy he got some talent (he does!)
I put some gold up on my teeth and my medallion (bling!)
My favorite time of day, the name my second album (yeah)
The sun go down it’s like a monster just came out him
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I just want to pull off in that Testarossa (Vroom!)
I just sent a text and then that bitch came over (hi!)
Man, I be faded, faded, rarely am I sober (I’m gone!)
And you ain’t got it, you a muthaf*ckin’ poser (bitch!)
She wanna f*ck, eeh, I’m not mad at it
It’s all right there, man, you just gotta go and grab it (yah!)
I text I want her, then I fly her like Aladdin (woo!)
But if she ain’t the baddest, then I put her in ??? (sorry)
They follow me at the party, I walk around it
Like, “Is it me, or did this room just get crowded?” (f*ck off)
And they’s some sixes up in here, like who allowed in? (who?)
She thinks she’s got a chance, I really f*ckin’ doubt it

[Hook]
(I-I)
Needed a reason to go off I think I found one (I think I found one!)
Don’t know what legend is until you been around one (Been around one!)
We poppin’ champagne on a jet, think I been wildin’ (you’re wild!)
Bottle after bottle, I just drank a gallon (yee! yee!)
Since I was young they say that boy he got some talent (he does!)
I put some gold up on my teeth and my medallion (bling!)
My favorite time of day, the name my second album (yeah)
The sun go down it’s like a monster just came out him
Yeah

[Outro]
Dr. Jekyll & Mr Hyde, yeah
Yeah
Woo!
Yee!
Ha ha ha




Two-9 – By The Hour (feat. Fatkidsbrotha, Key!, Jace & Curtis Williams)




[Verse 1 – LightSkinMac11]
Said it’s pits on the fence in case I catch a ‘fense
And I’m never on the porch case them boys are broke
And them boys talking down hanging by a rope
Baby blue pit had to show ’em the ropes
Never s**t where you eat, baby boy you gotta know
Every ho that’s a freak ain’t green to go
Nowadays hair retarded, doing something with their throats
Gotta be 21, you won’t catch me in court
Open suitcase, n***a O.T
Don’t front dawg, s**t get UFC
Don’t front dawg, ever I see you
You’ll need an IV if ever I see you

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 2 – Cartier Dave]
To me, less is more, pay attention to detail
N****s (?) be bed but they be frail
Type you caine with the cuts like a weak scale
But I mean well, this Cartier smelling like Chanel
Got her browing back bouquets like she wear a veil
With my foe like crusade, b***h you know ’em well
And if bro get locked today know I got his bail
And these words that I say got diamonds in the mail
East side n***a with more bars than Rice Street
Got this b***h on go, now her ex want to fight me
Call that b***h a plumber, she be right where the pipe be
I been hustling all summer, now my bank account Nike

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 3 – Curtis Williams]
Talking down about the gang then we gon’ cause a scene
F**k you for the culture n****s, Two-9 been a team
Ain’t ask for help boy, I did this s**t my damn self
So when I get it I’ma spend this s**t my damn self
Need more than just an eighth or two
Hope you ain’t bring no date with you
Get around the gang, I promise that she will not stay with you
These p***y n****s got a lot to say
I need a crib that’s in the hills, yeah that’s a lot to pay
So I got a lot to make, these n****s hella fake
Won’t say s**t to your face, back up and give me space
Yeah, uh, I’m counting money by the hour
Make it by the hour, spend it by the hour

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 4 – Jace]
I got power like the lights so I’m on start
All my money fast but I’m on bars
Free that boy Bobby, f**k a dumb charge
Do the same for my dawgs, Two-9 no gun boy
So east side it’s a god damn shame
They angry ’bout it, I don’t know a god damn thing
I am too cool, I am three hot
I’m little three on (?) in oh-four and oh-five
F**k your intel, you just telling lies
I got (?) like the tide, they smell when I’ve arrived
Send the clips in overdrive, I can’t even lie
Do a line and sip a line, say I did it for the god
Boy don’t play with mines

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power


Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)


[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 1]
All I do is hit Neiman’s
All I do is hit Barneys
All I do is hit Gucci
All I do is get money
All I do is hit Hermans
All I do is hit Louis
All I do it hit Burberry
All I do is get Jewelry
All I do is call my Jeweler
Have him pee on my neck
Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
[?] and can fuck you the week after next
When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
I’m in a Rolls Royce
I’m doing donuts
He wants to spray me
She wants to rape me
She is looking sneaky
He is looking flaky

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 2]
She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
She like for real, that’s all?
I’m like girl you fucking smart
When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall


Injury Reserve – Oh Shit!!! (Floss Album)


[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
I say this ain’t jazz rap
This that this that spazz Rap
This that raised by the internet ain’t had no dad rap
Yo I’m good don’t pass that
Hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back back
Cause your shit is mad whack
This that eeny meeny miney mo
Might need some snap cash
Matter fact
Hit the liquor store might need some cash back
Grab some gum and some water
Yeah them chips yeah grab that
Watch your son and your daughter
Cause them pigs will snatch that
Cause they always try to box us in but we won’t have that
I’m a sleeper, Dennis Rodman, so watch the glass jack
Remember when I had a composition in the backpack
Now we killing with the composition like the Rat Pack
I say this ain’t jazz rap
This that- this that spazz Rap
This that raised by the internet ain’t had no dad rap
Yo I’m good don’t pass that
Hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back back
Cause your shit is mad whack, wassup

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Verse 2: Stepa J Groggs]
This the type shit I used to ride with Tegole in his Chevy to
’06, back when I supposed to graduate from school
Remember momma told me that I need to get my act together
10 years passed the only difference is I’m rapping better
Copped my own swishers
Shoulder-tapping for them bottles now
‘less I’m with my big brother
Chuckie used to hold it down
Now that shit is popping
Fake homies want to come around
And they say I changed
They just mad cause I’m stunting now
Got you like "Oh Shit!"
And this the type of beat that make me drink a whole fifth
And this is how we doin’
Word to the old fifth
And you know everything we drop
That’s some cold shit, cold shit, yeah
This ain’t jazz rap
This that this that Dad rap
This that fuck my nine to five I’m leaving
Never coming back
I’m too good at rap, jack
To get caught in rat traps
If your shit is mad whack
Homie you can have that, have that

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Outro: Ritchie with a T]
On and on and on
Play my favorite song
Make me dance all night
Baby, you do it right
Woah


Game – True Colors / It’s On (1992 Album) letras

October 7, 2016

Lyrics

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Part 1 – True Colors

[Intro]
This ain’t nothin’ nigga. All this gang bangin’ shit? It ain’t nothin’ homie, it ain’t nothin’. I’d give it up, I’m in this shit for a purpose man. I got a reason dude to get up out of this shit nigga. All that shit ain’t nothin’ homie. Ask yourself what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now what two colors did we pick? I’m talkin’ bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what’s left? White. Damn right nigga we killin’ each other homie
[Sample: Ice T]
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don’t matter

[Verse 1]
My daddy was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin’ rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D’s, you think it wasn’t
15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin’
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start throbbin’
My pops start panicin’, moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she’s stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt’d out
“Drive motherfucker” them the words my mom skrt’d out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang banging my family got torn in it, all over

[Hook]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 2]
Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, ’85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin’ cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin’, pops on the couch baggin’
Cousin’s loadin’ Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin’ in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: “Son, don’t you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops’ll never catch me
And when you gang bangin’ life’s shorter than Joe Pesci”
Then one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I’m glad my mama didn’t marry him
Molested my sister that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn’t there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and everything was red
I’m surrounded by

[Hook]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 3]
Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin’ with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin’ ’64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin’ from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin’
Couldn’t cook, burnin’ holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin’ on these niggas
If you Crippin’, we was trippin’ on you nigga
But the Crips would never lay down
They thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip school
I’m lucky I’m alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold motherfucker
Niggas dyin’ over

[Hook]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

Part 2 – It’s On

[Hook]
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

[Verse: Osbe Chill]
These rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin Village
If it’s any real activity I’m in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
I’m Jungles, most my niggas gone so I’ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., Tiny M
It’s struggle first, blessin’ last
Like I’ve been hittin’ licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain’t a bitch
Been bangin’ all my life now I’m just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my flow bashin’
On rappers I’m flowin’ after
The cabbage is all that matters
I’m laughin’, these niggas cowards
It’s Osbe, gang bangin’ is my hobby
Except my model cars it’s a fuckin’ dead body
I’m from The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin’ up the clips and hoppin’ out them stolen cars and

[Hook]
If someone took the flag out my pocket