Tag: DJ


Vince Staples – Rubbin Off The Paint (Freestyle)




[Intro]
So, if I was you, I would know it’s no way possible
[?] greatest DJ in the world
Come grab your beat
Cuz’ if he hand it to me
It’s not yours no more

[Verse]
They be like stupid, where you been at?
We ain’t seen you in weeks
Yeah, I been tryna’ catch a body off of John and em’ streets
They went and killed my lil’ homie so I’m back on the east
Catch him on Anaheim and stash his mind in back of the seat
They call me stupid ’cause I shoot it, I don’t think I don’t blink
I been wit’ it since Xzibit used to P-I-M-P
You ain’t down to keep it silent, you ain’t down to catch a body
Boy, I hopped up off the porch banging norf illuminati
When I hop up out the four-door, don’t you touch my body
This is undercover brother I am not in no Givenchy
Know you know it but I gotta say it baby, I’m from Poppy
If you hold it then you gotta spray it, baby don’t be sloppy
If I catch you with your four hoe, we killin’ everybody
Kill your pappy, kill your mommy, kill your second-cousin Connie
And my crime be stomp and fade
Boosie in the trunk with face
But if they interroga-ting, I don’t know nobody
I ain’t with the business
This is just an image
I ain’t hurt nobody
I don’t know who did it
Buster sending [?] harboring the snitches
Enemies stalking me harder than the [?]
Ended up a martyr on what started as a mission
Shot him where he used to hold his daughter in his pictures
Now his momma talkin’ bout
"Somebody know who did it, my baby ain’t deserve it"
She crying at the service
In the streets in triple [?] and stealing jeans from mervyns
Trigger squeezers, split the scene
I iced them with the Gervin
Finger roll, we seen them toll
He said it ain’t on purpose
Now we up in medical they askin why he said it cold
Better know I never change
Runnin with these yanks
Poppy block
Down the 65th, down the 68th
Want a shot, you will never get
But we came to play
And free killer cash from the A

[Outro]
Lotta’ y’all can’t rap no more
I feel like I’m one of the greatest ever
You know since day one we probably never ever heard this…
I feel like [?] one of the greatest ever
… comin your way you know, look
Wake up wipe the




Yelawolf – Get Mine (feat. Kid Rock)




[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I’m a motherfucking boom-dock killer, Mossberg filler
King of the drop, they’ll never be much iller
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes
And I rock, man, I’m a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
Send the police they can keep knocking, we’re doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next door neighbor wanna relocate – uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I’m moving 20 P’s at a time
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Maxon-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Scratches – DJ Klever]
Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
(*scratches* "Go DJ!")

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
So motherfucking outta tune hit
Don’t tell me to turn up trap or tune in!

The same bitch and you just bought her new tits
And I don’t give two fucks about your two sips
Wouldn’t give you two dogs to give two shits
Black sheep son of a land mine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way
Bones, Klever, shotgun
Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla
Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
The south is in it, deep in it with bump
Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump
Another round and the cops might have to hold me down
If you don’t know me then know me I’ll die in the ground
Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now
Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine


ODESZA – Across The Room (feat. Leon Bridges)


Long hair across the room, baby she got that glow
I know you see me over here, so dance on me real slow
We’ve been goin’ for about two hours and I don’t even know your name
So baby please reveal, reveal

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we had.

[Instrumental]

The scent of your perfume has got me lost in a haze
And oh this moment depends on the records that the DJ plays
Baby move a lil bit closer because I wanna feel you babe
I wanna feel you babe

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we had

[Instrumental]


Lil Pump – Youngest Flexer Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, brr, yuh, yuh
Know we smoke a lot of gas on this side
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
(Hah)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I’m the youngest flexer, Louis on my dresser
Put her on a stretcher, all these bitches acting extra (extra)
I just bought a Uzi (Uzi), my bitch dress in Gucci (brr)
Put a Xan in smoothie, I don’t watch no movies (I don’t)
I go to the bank, take out thirty thangs (brr)
Forty diamond chains, sixty bricks, I make it rain (huh)
And I’m eating Wingstop, posted in the trap (in the trap)
Lil Pump, don’t know how to act (damn)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Somebody please tell me where my money machine at
My money dirty, I’m tryna think of ways I can clean that
I spent at least 3 million dollars just on the pieces
These haters think they can keep up, man, they can’t believe it
Gucci got a six-pack, they can’t believe it
But hey, lil bitch, here’s three stacks, let’s have a threesome
I wanna own it outright, don’t wanna lease it
He wanna be Guwop so bad that he talkin’ greasy
She wanna be with Wop so bad that she fuck the DJ
That bitch should prolly’ ride a bicycle on the freeway
Three years ago, I stacked my paper the long way
Now I’m stacking million dollar chicks up the grown way

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer


Zig zag – Mc Gui feat. Mc Rahell letras


Letras Mc Gui – Zig zag

Meninas vamos lá
Que já vai começar
Aquece e movimenta
Quero vê quem representa
Pode se soltar.(zig zag)

Faz esse corpo balançar
Gata fica a vontade
Versuri-lyrics.info
E quando o DJ tocar
Mostra a habilidade.

Vem com o bumbum
Fazendo Zig Zaaag
Zig zig zig
Zig zig zaaag
Sobe no zig
Tu desce no zaggg.
Mc Gui letras
Video zag


No music – Jacob Sartorius lyrics


Lyrics Jacob Sartorius – No music

I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no music
With no music
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it?
How’d you do it?
You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no music.

Don’t say you don’t mean to, I know you do
It’s not like me to mess with girls like you
Can’t get you outta my head
And I know it’s all on me
You make me feel like I’m floating away slowly
But I just can’t get you outta my head
But the DJ went home a long time ago, yeah
And now all I see are tables and chairs.

I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no musiiic
With no musiiic
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it?
How’d you do it?
You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic.

You push and you pull, you speed and you break
You’re making it hard for me to get away
And I just can’t get you outta my head, oh yeah
You’re hot and you’re cold, you’re shy and you’re bold
You’re good and you’re bad and you’ve got me, I’m sold
And I just can’t get you outta my head
See, the silence is loud on this suburban street
Versuri-lyrics.info
In the room is a quiet storm.

I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no musiiic
With no musiiic
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it?
How’d you do it?
You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiiccc.
Jacob Sartorius lyrics
Video music


Talib Kweli & Styles P – Brown Guys (The Seven Album)


[Verse 1: Styles P]
I am a brown guy
But don’t call me nigga, please
Nigga please, you see that white boy, that’s a nigga b
Nigga ain’t a color, it’s a mindstate, you diggin’ me?
Maybe not, I get it tho
But all them white boys blowin’ weed they some niggas too
The difference is they got white privileges
Cops will kill me but I doubt that they kill ’em too
This ain’t a stab or a jab
But I’m feeling kinda mad they ain’t treated like a villain too
His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger than mine
And he motherfucking chilling too
Now if my color make you hate me then I hope you go blind
And can’t see what your children do
Now that sound kinda harsh
But you would feel like I feel if you had black children too
Racism make you sayin’ and I shoulda have your man
Sittin’ there with the sick face
A dickface, you a dickhead
And what you gonna to with all the people from a mixed race
America is a sick place (you know)
But we paint it to be good
This is big city talk that we spreadin’ worldwide
Coming from a humble nigga coming out a poor hood, ghost

[Bridge]
Styles P, Talib Kweli, The Seven

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Life of a brown guy
Travel ’round the would with the name of a Muslim man
Now there are some up- and some downsides
The downside is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police vans
I ain’t a Muslim but my friends is
Grew up Christian now I’m sorta spiritual I know it’s cliché
I see colors in the music
We switch it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ
You say you’re hating based on race, huh
And that you’re colorblind and you like Hip-Hop
Like that’s some kind of call like you can’t get punched in the face, huh
That’s why the Hindus and the Sikhs being abused by Islamophobes
Extremism is ugly no matter what or where
People who don’t believe in god kill all the time
The Bible more violent than the Quran, you see what’s in there?
Ain’t no belief system got a monopoly on all the crime
I judge a man by his actions and by his enemies
But they don’t show themselves without a good reason
This ain’t a TV show, nigga
They think they know the hood cause they seen The Wire, the good seasons
I don’t need your sympathy
I don’t need your empathy your opinion is not required here
That’s why you’re hidin’ on the Internet
‘Cause all that ‘Nigga’-shit you’re writin’ will probably get you fired, yeah
Fucked up, too


Cold War Kids – Wilshire Protest (La Divine Album)


I am marching with the protest
I got so much to say, but I’m only here to witness
There’s a war inside my head
And I’m surrendering to weakness
We’re separated by steel and glass
In traffic trapped on the freeway, every body is a DJ
Looking down at our phones for the fastest way to get home
Don’t text me there should be no, I can wait
My chemical’s are spiking like a lie detector
Dopamine, serotonin, happiness is not the answer
We dream of being a true spirit
We are divided by false Gods and hyped up leaders
We binge on the mood sticking on the bleachers
We worship talent, but we don’t see if anybody can even see it
First you must believe it
So keep your nosebleed seats I’d rather be irrelevant
What if I crossover and nobody remembers it?
Will we stay together?
Even if I never get discovered?
This is the west coast dreams will make a line
This is the promise land, the gold rush
And I’m about to find out


Rich Homie Quan – Replay (Uncensored)


[Intro]
Be quiet, RoRo
Yeah, this that shit here, man
Nigga gon’ feel, brah
You know what I’m sayin’, like
I’m on a whole ‘nother one, man
I’m so content with the person I am
I can give a fuck about what you think about me, honestly, bro
Huh, as long as this Rollie tick, I’m good, man

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 1]
Niggas a wannabe, niggas a drama queen
I be in between that money like a comma be
Run it up and stack it, you makin’ money backwards
I’m throwin’ nothin’ but Jackson, rip it out the plastic
These niggas actin’, these niggas actors
He ain’t know his daddy, these niggas bastards
These niggas hatin’, these niggas leechin’
Fuck that bitch and everybody know it when they see me
Everybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, haha
Fuck your feelin’, everybody show ’em
I don’t care ’cause everybody know ’em
The best nigga

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 2]
Hundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin’ like a skunk
Skinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil’ nigga
Offsets on my whip, yeah, you know I’m ridin’
I ain’t stuntin’ that negative shit, so please don’t kill my vibe
I don’t know what it’s gone take for one of y’all niggas understand
They feelin’ some type of way, when I walked in like the man
I stuck to the strips, stayed down ’cause I had a plan
I never let my left hand know what my right hand doin’
I’m for real, these niggas are underestimatin’ greatness
I’m for real, these niggas could never kill or never take it from me
All about that money
If it ain’t ’bout money then it ain’t ’bout nothin’, lil’ nigga
But I’m blowin’ my money to keep these stacks clean
Killin’ these niggas like I’m vaccine
You not Mad Max from choppers, you a Maxine
Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen

[Bridge]
I just wanna stack this money up high
I just wanna stack this money up high
Talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly
I’m talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay


Noah Cyrus – Stay Together


[Verse 1]
I drank straight to my head
I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I shattered my phone on the cement
But I don’t give a fuck
Now I’m not making sense
I’m laughing at a joke that I don’t get
I’m acting like these strangers are my friends
But I don’t give a fuck
Yelling at the DJ, "Bro, your shit is boring"
Doing things that I will not regret until the morning
Imma make it rain down, another round is on me
I’m just here for fun and I don’t care about the money
(Hey, hey)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

[Verse 2]
Alright, alright, finish your G and T
The Uber’s here, so now it’s time to leave
Hey driver, could you pass the AUX to me?
Go ahead and turn it up
Head out of the window
You could call me shameless
Waving to my people now I’m acting like I’m famous
Tell him, "Take the long way"
We could see the sunrise
Damn, you look so pretty when the sunlight hits your blue eyes

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

[Refrain]
(For the night, for the night)(oh yeah)
I drank straight to my head
I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I shattered my phone on the cement
But I don’t give a fuck
(Hey)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, Oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?


Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle)


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


Lana Del Rey – Children Of The Bad Revolution (Cherry Blossom Album)


[Intro]
Take me in your fast car Mercedes
Kissing on your neck while you’re driving
He- he doesn’t care, I’m always on my Blackberry
All the time, all the time, buying into every line

[Verse 1]
I’m a flashy little lush, but he thinks I’m really fine
Notorious and wild, takes me where I’m gonna shine
Where the bad boys roll hard, dressing like James Dean
And the vixen starlets feels so good to be

[Hook]
We’re children of the bad revolution
And partying’s their only solution
In our minds, there ain’t any confusion
About who we are and what we’re gonna be
We’re gonna get free free free free free free free
Get free

[Verse 2]
Baby, we are chancers on the scene
Glamour in the gutters, only so arty
Sick graffiti artists and tabloid queen
Mix it up, mix it up
Every ‘do you’ve ever seen

We’re acting really tough
Like the world belongs to us
Cause it does, yeah, it must
What we do creates the buzz
Where the bad boys blow smoke
Just like they’re James Dean
And the it girls blow kisses
Just like Marilyn

[Hook]
We’re children of the bad revolution
And partying’s their only solution
In our minds, there ain’t any confusion
About who we are and what we’re gonna be
We’re gonna get free free free free free free free
Get free

[Verse 3]
Run for our lives
They got all our chains
Let’s hope that we merge
Create our own games
DJ’s, rock stars, posers we are
The new politicians
They’re celebrity editions
And it’s so pornographic then it’s tragic
Nothing magic makes us free
To be what we wanna be, wanna be

[Hook 2x]
We’re children of the bad revolution
And partying’s their only solution
In our minds, there ain’t any confusion
About who we are and what we’re gonna be
We’re gonna get free free free free free free free
Get free


SoMo – Champion (Theanswers Album)


[Verse 1]
I live in a world where we compete
For things we need in our lives
I’ve got the heart of a champion, but with you I’m more
I’ve tried to repress my desires
Baby, you got me on fire

[Pre-Chorus]
The pedestal, please
Can I get you off of that, get you off of that?
Girl, just call me back soon
I work for that body, boo

[Chorus]
(DJ!)
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion

[Verse 2]
I’ve been practicing around the world
Taking my chances on the baddest girls
Gotta stack my tickets up so I cash ’em in for ya
Roll my body like an Oscar
Girl, you’re acting up, acting up

[Pre-Chorus]
The pedestal, please
Can I get you off of that, get you off of that?
Girl, just call me back soon
I work for that body, boo

[Chorus]
(DJ!)
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion

[Bridge]
Can I pick it up? Can I claim this award?
Why is this trophy by itself?
DJ, pick it up, I’ma win it off the shelf
Can’t give it up to nobody else

[Chorus]
(DJ!)
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion
I’ll be next to you, sitting in the treetops
Staring at the moon, ballin’ ’cause we rock
Baby girl, I’m glad to show you
Now they know
I’m a champion
I’m a champion


Gavin DeGraw – Making Love With The Radio On


One, two, three, four I tried giving up
Walked through quite enough
Had to call it a day
From an ex who showed up falling to
Grand piano falling on the edge of the parkway
Got no good advice Hotline called me twice
Said, "I went through the wall
Do you have a quote to lend me
Or a friend to send me?"
But I got no help at all
So I loosened my lips
And let a little prayer I memorized
Do what I just wished
And suddenly, to my surprise
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Snatched my medicine light it like Edison
Turned it right up to the sky
You’re my absolutely fictional
Pure perfection my Venetian boat ride
Blown out speakers and worn out tweeters
And still I get the effect
If you got my go-to living
Even get me in the spirit
Even if I’m a complete wreck
Don’t you call it a flaw
Everybody needs some a peace of mind
It should be the law
To take a little private time
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
I want to feel like this, so hold me forever
Emotions are real like this and flow like a river
And you are the only one
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that sound
Engine running and I’m homeward bound
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
With the radio
With the radio, with with the radio


LUDACRIS – Vitamin D lyrics


Aw yeah, yeah!
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda….

She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca]
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ shit
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it


Ludacris – Vitamin D (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)


[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Ludacris]
Aw yeah, yeah
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca]
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ shit
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)


Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby


Yo, VIP, let’s kick it!

Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye
The kid don’t play
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
I’m tryin’ to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ’s say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Yo man, let’s get out of here
Word to your mother

Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold


Tate Kobang – Dis Side


[Intro]
See
What the problem is
Ya’ll niggas talk too fucking much
[?] they’re talking
[?]
DJ [?] here
Tate Kobang
We do this for Baltimore

Yeah
If you ain’t ready for this we come back

[Hook]
We don’t get no hatin’ over dis side
Niggas gettin’ money over dis side
Ain’t no punt fakin’ over dis side
Niggas really shooting over dis side
Keep on hating shit over there
Heard them niggas snitching over there
They claiming enemy trenches over there
Them niggas really bitches over there

[Verse: Tate Kobang]
All black cars deep tints for niggas
Four-nine MMs that’s for triggers
Money coming slow got the drop on some dealers
Catch them stumblin’ out of the club on liquor
We been getting money for a minute on the low
Twelve keep watching think a nigga’s sellin’ blow
Anybody fucking up the paper gotta go
Came up from the bottom ain’t a nigga cold as snow
Had to take some time off just to get my head right
Rest in peace to school that got me scared to stop at red lights
Pipe clutchin’, niggas bussin’, no discussin’
Told my kids we’ll come at home and daddy love you
Niggas see you at the top won’t send shots
Couple niggas on call love spend blocks
If a nigga gettin’ money just congratulate him
Why you thinkin’ we gon’ make it that you had to hate him
It’s enough money for a saw
Came in broke all I wanna do is ball
Hate to see you down but they love to watch you fall
Mama struggle that’s why I don’t give a fuck at all
Give a fuck at all

[Hook]
We don’t get no hatin’ over dis side
Niggas gettin’ money over dis side
Ain’t no punt fakin’ over dis side
Niggas really shooting over dis side
Keep on hating shit over there
Heard them niggas snitching over there
They claiming enemy trenches over there
Them niggas really bitches over there

[Outro]


Rihanna – Pon De Replay (Internet Version)


Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do
Let’s go, dip it low, then you bring it up slow
Wind it up one time, wind it back once more

(Come)
Run
(Run)
Run
(Run)
Everybody move
(Run)
Lemme see you move
(And)
Rock it to the groove
(Done)

Shake it ?til the moon becomes the sun
(Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a "run"
(Run)
If you ready to move say it
(Yeah)
One time for your mind say it
(Yeah, yeah)

Well I’m ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove
Im’a show you how to move

Come, come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in the club gon be rockin’ when I’m through
Let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers
Move both ya feet and run to the beat

(Come)
Run

(Run)
Run
(Run)
Everybody move
(Run)
Lemme see you move
(And)
Rock it to the groove
(Done)

Shake it ’til the moon becomes the sun
(Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a "run"
(Run)
If you ready to move say it
(Yeah)
One time for your mind say it
(Yeah, yeah)

Well I’m ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove
Im’a show you how to move

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Turn the music up right now

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Turn the music up right now

Okay everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

Everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up?


Ke$ha – We R Who We R


Hot and dangerous
If you’re one of us, then roll with us
‘Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
And we’ve got our hot-pants on and up
And yes of course we does, we running this town just like a club
And no, you don’t wanna mess with us
Got Jesus on my necklace

I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)

[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!

DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth

I’m telling you ’bout the shit we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)

I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)

[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!

DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up uuuup)

[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!


Sean Leon – Deep End (Off The) (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)


[Hook]
They on my wave again
East end, deep end on a wave again
Ex bitch in my face again
Hit it once and tell her I need space again, yeah
Might just rock the fade again
Plotting in my mama base again, woo!
They on my wave again
Fuck you, goodnight, dawg I wave to them

[Bridge]
I don’t fuck with niggas, still they tried to steal the flow
Bail my DJ out and kill a show
Fuck I need a deal for, I’ve been dealing dope
If I can get it slow, my family good for sure

[Verse 1]
Came out of my slumber to fuck up the summer, aye
Can’t help but wonder why they front in public when they got my number (aye!)
Can’t help but wonder, you give me your two cents I’ll gladly refund ya (aye!)
I’ve been on to something
I made me a someone with nothing and no one, yeah (aye!)
Don’t beef over
Or need me no sleepover bitches
She wanna leave me like all the time, say "Maui, it’s me or the bitches"
We fight like all the time, we don’t agree on the bitches, yeah
Call up my side bitch from time to time to let off some steam on a bitch quick
They know that wave coming through on some tidal shit…
They know that wave coming through like it rained 40 days, on some bible shit

[Verse 2]
It ain’t no conspiracy, niggas is fearing me
Girls wanna marry me, boys wanna mirror me
Cause I want to live a sweet life, hating niggas wanna bury me
Getting head, counting bread, some days that’s therapy

[Hook]
They on my wave again
East end, deep end on a wave again
Ex bitch in my face again
Hit it once and tell her I need space again, yeah
Might just rock the fade again
Plotting in my mama base again, woo!
They on my wave again
Fuck you, goodnight, dawg I wave to them

[Bridge]
I don’t fuck with niggas, still they try to steal the flow
Bail my DJ out and kill a show
Fuck I need a deal for, I’ve been dealing dope
If I can get it slow, my family good for sure

[Verse 3]
Peel a blunt I need it right now
High as fuck, I’m weeded right now
Can you come, I need it right now
Can you come, I need it right now
Can you come, I need it
Me and yours and yours and yours
Tell your friends they’re eatin’, then we gon’ repeat it
People changing like the seasons
Doesn’t phase me cause I’m seasoned
Give a man a reason, give a man a reason
Why you even tweeting if you gon’ delete it?
That shit got me tweaking, that shit got me beasting
Now a nigga eating, yeah a nigga eating
Need a bitch to need me, fuck me twice and leave me
If it ain’t a Raptor on the TV, it’s Apple on the TV
What happened to ’em?

[Outro]
I tell that ting to bring a friend
I hit it once, hit it again
Fuck them niggas from your ends
The 905 got me on 10
I tell that ting to bring a friend
I hit it once, hit it again
Fuck them niggas from your ends
The 905 got me on 10


Ed Sheeran – Barcelona (÷ Divide Deluxe Album)


[Verse 1]
Will get up, up on the dancefloor tonight
I’ve got two left feet and a bottle of red wine
Making me feel like the beat and the bassline
Are in my blood, both hands up on her waistline
Get on up, baby, dance to the rhythm of the music
Don’t care what the DJ chooses
Get lost in the rhythm with me
Please don’t close until we wanna leave it

[Chorus]
And you and I we’re flying on an aeroplane tonight
We’re going somewhere where the sun is shining bright
Just close your eyes
And let’s pretend we’re dancing in the street
In Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona

[Verse 2]
Will get up, up on the dancefloor, move, it’s a Saturday night
I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight
Reflected in your beautiful eyes
I guess that is destiny doing it right
And dance like they do in the Mediterranean
Spin you around me again and again, and
You’re like something that God has sent me
I want you, baby, solamente

[Chorus]
And you and I we’re flying on an aeroplane tonight
We’re going somewhere where the sun is shining bright
Just close your eyes
And let’s pretend we’re dancing in the street
In Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Oh, Barcelona
So let’s pretend we’re dancing in the street
In Barcelona

[Verse 3]
Las ramblas, I’ll meet you
We’ll dance around la Sagrada Familia (Barcelona)
Drinking sangría
Mi niña, te amo mi cariño (Barcelona)
Mamasita rica
Sí, te adoro, señorita (Barcelona)
Los otros, viva la vida
Come on, let’s be free in Barcelona
Las ramblas, I’ll meet you
Come on and dance with me in Barcelona
Drinking Sangría
I just want to be in Barcelona
Mamasita, rica
Feel that summer breeze in Barcelona
Nosotros, viva la vida
Siempre vida, Barcelona


Kumi Koda – Ultraviolet


Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Fight back 髪かすめ グラついた
Fight back 衝撃の瞬間
Attack like a machine gun fire!
tra ta ta ta ta tra tra ta ta ta ta ta

Don’t let 容赦なく胸にdope
Never ever let them tell you what you should like
ただリズム感じてinside
ch-k ch-k cha ch-k ch-k ch-k cha cha

邪魔はさせない 終わらせられない
自分信じ行くべき場所higher higher
踏み込んだsingle step
引けないnever back
嫌だった自分、過去へ
賭けに出ましょうLet’s go

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Oh Never gonna give it up
自信 higher higher
Never gonna give it up
声はlouder louder
Attack like a machine gun
tra ta ta ta ta tra tra ta ta ta ta ta

Don’t let 容赦なく胸にdope
こんな経験したことない No way!
心で叫ぶ I know Just listen up listen up, rhythm inside

邪魔はさせない 終わらせられない
自分信じ行くべき場所higher higher
踏み込んだsingle step
引けないnever back
嫌だった自分、過去へ
賭けに出ましょうLet’s go

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

I’m here I’m real 回せDJ
もうparty going never ever
終わらぬparty 涙にもう溺れない
ただ live it live it up live it live it up
Uhhh Singing now そうBoy you got it in ya
Uhhh Singing now そうloud like that

邪魔はさせない 終わらせられない
Higher higher
踏み込んだsingle step
引けないnever back
Never give up never give up

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Feeling this ultraviolet night


COSMO – Lights Out lyrics


Yeah…oh…
Lights out [x2]

I’m late to the party ‘cause it started at 9
I gotta call up my ex, so I’m runnin’ behind
I’m wearing my stilettos with a couple of…
And tonight, I’m hanging up ‘cause I wanna get loose

I think I’m gonna fall in love with the DJ tonight…
And make him press all my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

And turn the…

[Chorus: ]

(lights out)
I just wanna move (wanna move)
Now turn the…(lights out)
Wind me up and see what I can do
Turn the…(lights out)
Don’t you wanna play (wanna play)
And turn the…(lights out)
We can party (and party)

And wave hands in the air and my make-up is smeared
I think I’m loosing my mind, so many boys up in here
And the damn VIP is the place for me
I’m not with that…but I’m cool as can be

I think I fell in love with the DJ tonight…
I let him press my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

We turn the…

[Chorus x2]

And when the light’s out…

This is the part when you turn me on (uh huh)
This is the part when you turn me on
But first, you press play, and then turn me on
First you press play, and then you turn me on.

Put your hands up [x4]
Hands up (x2)

[Chorus]

L-l-l-lights out…(x5)


Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle) (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


Lupe Fiasco & Gizzle – Jump (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


Ela nao e Santa – Mc Mirella feat. Delano letra


Letra Mc Mirella – Ela nao e Santa

Ela nao e santa
Mas dançando faz milagre. (x2)

Ela sobe
Ela desce
Ela desce
Ela sobe
Com o bumbum tremendo com vontade. (x3)

Ela nao pode ouvir
Aquele beat envolvente
Nao pode escutar
A potência do grave
Quando o DJ Marcelinho solta o ponto
Ela treme com vontade.
Versuri-lyrics.info

Ela sobe
Ela desce
Ela desce
Ela sobe
Com o bumbum tremendo com vontade. (x2)

Quando o DJ do baile solta o ponto
Ela desce na maldade.

Ela sobe
Ela desce
Ela desce
Ela sobe
Com o bumbum tremendo com vontadeee. (x2)
Mc Mirella letras
Video Santa


Richard Ashcroft – A Song For The Lovers


I spend the night
Yeah, looking for my inside in a hotel room
Waiting for you
We’re gonna make it tonight
Yeah, something in the air tells me that time is right
So we’ve better get it on

DJ, play a song for the lovers, tonight
Please, play a song for the lovers, tonight

Don’t want to wait
Lord, I’ve been waiting all my life but I’m too late again
I know but I was scared
Can’t you see, oh, I’m moving like a train, into some foreign land
That you got on
A ticket for this ride, but I will

Ooh, this is a song for my lover, tonight
Today, play a song for my lover, tonight

One more for the lovers

Can’t stop looking back, no no


Nadia Rose – U Know What (Highly Flammable Album)


[Hook]
Yo, get to know if you don’t know what
Grown up and you know what
Runnin’ from the you know what’s
Stuntin’ in my you know what’s
Reppin’ in the you know what, what
I bring the light, they ain’t got no watts
They ain’t got no what? They ain’t got no watts
Get to know if you don’t know what

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was playin’ around
But I ain’t playin around, afraid not
Thought that I was waitin’ around
But I ain’t waitin’ around for my spot, not
‘Cause I stay winnin’ like I’m you know what
And I stay sippin’ on some you know what
Got the major key like I’m you know what

[Verse 2]
Mmm, slow jam we can listen to some you know what
Touchin’ on my you know what
Do it till I you know what
Do it to you, know what
Do it in the you know what
But we still turn up when the music stops
Put a finger up to the you know what
Work in the morning, but you know what
Get to know if you don’t know what

[Hook]
Get to know if you don’t know what
Grown up and you know what
Runnin’ from the you know what’s
Stuntin’ in my you know what’s
Reppin’ in the you know what, what
I bring the light, they ain’t got no watts
They ain’t got no what? They ain’t got no watts
Get to know if you don’t know what

[Verse 3]
Get to know if you don’t know, ooh
Roll up a big fat zoot
Runnin’ from the boys in blue
Stuntin’ in my new brand news
Whippin’ in the va-va-vroom
I bring the tunes, yeah I make it boom
Yeah I make it boom, yeah my ting goes boom
Get to know if don’t know, ooh

[Verse 4]
Get to know, get with the know
You don’t wanna step to me, no
You don’t wanna send for me, no
Weed, bud, plenty of those leaves
You don’t wanna get me involved
You don’t wanna live life on the edge
Don’t like you, but they like me instead
And my ting’s pimped, straight ten out of ten
DJ, run that again, let me come again

[Hook]
Get to know if you don’t know what
Grown up and you know what
Runnin’ from the you know what’s
Stuntin’ in my you know what’s
Reppin’ in the you know what, what
I bring the light, they ain’t got no watts
They ain’t got no what? They ain’t got no watts
Get to know if you don’t know what

[Breakdown]
DJ, run that again, let me come again
DJ, run that again, let me come again
DJ, run that again, let me come again
DJ, run that again, let me come again

[Verse 5]
Mmm, lemme come twice
Lemme come ’round, lemme come inside
If my ting gets wet, don’t soak it in rice
I get brain, I get advice, here’s some advice
Get to know if you don’t
Please remain calm, we don’t want no smoke
Sexy time, know if I rock your boat
You should get to know the ting if you don’t

[Verse 6]
Let me come bad up the ting
Bad pon di street and mi bad pon rhythm
Bad in polyester, bad in linen
Bad for your health, need penicillin
If I ain’t too busy then I pencil it in
More time, gonna be reschedulin’
This is my house and you ain’t gettin’ in
You should really get with the ting

[Hook]
Get to know if you don’t know what
Grown up and you know what
Runnin’ from the you know what’s
Stuntin’ in my you know what’s
Reppin’ in the you know what, what
I bring the light, they ain’t got no watts
They ain’t got no what? They ain’t got no watts
Get to know if you don’t know what

[Outro]


MISSY ELLIOTT – I’m Better lyrics


I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you know [?]

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy so hot, I’m from Vee-e-e
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so blind date
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better


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