Tag: DJ


The Cool Kids – 9:5PM (feat. Jeremih)




[The Cool Kids:]
You was gettin your hair whipped for the weekend
You fresh off work and just got paid
I only inch a line at the right time
Baby tell me what’s your sign, if you like
Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Aries, Scorpio, and Capricorn
Are you a Libra, Aquarius or Sagittarius, tryna get that accent on woh
You need a drink? Said I need to get you a cup
You want a ring? You said he ain’t give you one
You tell em I can’t stand a brokeass man you and your best friends swap your clothes
And all my niggas say "I can’t stand these brokeass hoes
All they do is wear chokers and charge their phones"
And if the Trump campaign can run these states then this shit finna break it I can’t wait
Where are my ladies? In me!
In me mama, Y 3 mama, Gucci mama, Mariani mama, Imma, imma

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Smooth like butter on silk with milk
A stove with the burner on tilt and it’s hot
Like a spicy ass pepper and a ghost habanero
Rockin gold like a pharaoh shorty bought a ream I tear up
What you find, what’s your sign, do we match
On the floor, running man, cabbage patch
Hit the rocks, grabbin on em backwards
She’s just tryna guess my password
DJ runnin back hundred racks bet in black
I see you tryna work it out want a lap on a track
It’s lookin right in the wrong way
Be alone jogging past Craig in the driveway
Fine. Damn. I need another ham
Pick it up, pick it up, yeah there’s been a change of plans
Quarter past nine, think nickel past a dime, we ain’t talkin half dollers put it in a money counter

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Hey, a shiny knight um, I be that for ya
Talkin nights off, come here, can ya
I’m mixin my drums, straight up
I play your favorite song, I hope this is it
Where the talk on, then a text, I missed ya
It ain’t no fun if it ain’t on yo playlist
Talkin Jeremih, Mikey Box, Chuck Inglish, we gone

I gotta get down with you
I gotta get down with you




Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana) (Uncensored)




[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Bridge: Unknown]
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
Wind for me, darling
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"
Wind for me, darling
Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe


Migos – Roll In Peace (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)


[Verse 1: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
And I’m at these rappers throats
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
I live like a mobster
Eat shrimp and lobster
I flew in with a chopper
Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
Two bitches I’m so selfish
I wanna cut her off
Her head too good it got me helpless
Ya should feel embarrassed
I just touched down in Paris
My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
Save some for the drama though
Guess I’m still the DJ
[?]
So I’m throwing cash and repay
Flush it on the freeway
Got cash [?] 3k
Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid


Valentino Khan & Sean Paul – Gold


Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Baby girl
The way you walk and a whine it, you really define it
Sexiness girl you’re hot up the climate
With finesse we nah fi search fi find it
Let it burn
Because we kno how fi time it party all night
And baby girl I’m gon’ treat you right
It’s your world, you don’t have to decide yet
One shot, that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When you bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Make the connect so me can crick the neck
And give me the lovin’ awah you just can’t forget
Baby girl
So mi ting haffi set
Specialize inna making everything get wet
Turn it on, and make we light up
Loving the way when me see ya whine up
Inna di lawn, tell you si fi gwan baby gwan
DJ sound the alarm
One shot, that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When ya bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When ya bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When ya bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
(Ah)


Demarco Attempted To Crowd Surf and Failed Miserably [Watch]


Artists sometimes get so pump by the crowd that they can’t help themselves from crowd surfing.

Dancehall deejay Demarco was performing on tour in Europe recently when he attempted to crowd surf and… Well, it didn’t go down so well for him. Perhaps he should have taken heed from Post Malone who recently stage dived at one of his concerts and no one caught him. Luckily for him, he didn’t get hurt and got up and continue his performance.

In the video clip below, you can see Demarco performing and the crowd going wild. He then struggled to get to higher ground to position himself for a stage dive into the crowd, possibly standing one of the speaker boxes on the stage. “No Demarco no don’t do it, no Demarco no, no man no,” the DJ yelled before the “Good Book” deejay dived into the crowd. Luckily for him, the brave fans caught him but clearly, they couldn’t support him long enough for him to surf the crowd.

Demarco trying to crowd surf and well this is what happened ??? pic.twitter.com/en0ndgYwwS

— DancehallHipHop (@DHHofficial) November 30, 2017


Charli XCX – Girls Night Out Lyrics


[Intro]
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh

[Verse 1]
Goin’ out on the weekend
Gettin’ dressed with my girls
Put on my favorite lip gloss
Cherry Garcia swirl
Perfume, pleasure, and platforms
Livin’ that kind of world (Ooh-ooh)
We’re gonna live it up tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
So, if you’re out with your girls
And if you feel on top of the world
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh
Out with your girls
I can’t wait to live it up tonight

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out

[Verse 2]
When we’re out at the Weekend (Woo woo)
R.I.P to the club (Bang, bang)
‘Cause we walk in and kill it (Mwah!)
DJ, hey, turn it up (Oh, yeah!)
Sing along like we wrote it (La la la lala la)
Screamin’ out all the words (Ooh-ooh)
We’re gonna live it up tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
So, if you’re out with your girls
And if you feel on top of the world
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh
Out with your girls
I can’t wait to live it up tonight

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out

[Breakdown]
It’s a girls’ night out

[Bridge]
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
(Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh)
It’s a girls’ night out
I’m with my best friends, and it feels so right

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
(Alright, alright, alright)
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
So throw your hands up if you feel alright
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out


R.E.M. – Radio Song (This Film Is On Video Version)


Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Ah, yo turn to that station
The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it
When I got to the house
And I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing-song on the radio
Makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet, that radio song (see ya)
Hey, hey, hey (ha-ha)
I’ve everything to hide (everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing-song and the DJ sucks
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off (turn it off)
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can’t hear it
Yeah


Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana) (Lyric Video)


[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Bridge: Unknown]
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
Wind for me, darling
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"
Wind for me, darling
Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe


Jason Derulo Feat. French Montana- Tip Toe Lyrics



(Verse 1: Jason Derulo)
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

(Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

(Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

(Verse 2: Jason Derulo)
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

(Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

(Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

(Bridge: Unknown)
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

(Verse 3: Jason Derulo)
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

(Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo)
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop (Bemo-sari?) (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, “what’s you name?”
“Whats your sign?” (huh)
Wind for me, darling
“You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?”
Wind for me, darling
Baby, “wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?”
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

(Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

(Chorus: Jason Derulo)
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

(Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown)
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your (?) it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe


Bruno Mars – Where Did She Go Lyrics


I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
That girl that girl

Every time I came around
She made her body go down
Her physical was so crazy
She could make a blind man see
Ooh

Before then, we got separated
She was gone before I could say shit
And I ain’t looking for no replacement
No, whoa, whoa, whoa

If I gotta almost search the whole club
Trying to get to her before she sobers up
Let me see you throw your hands up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go?
Where did she go?
Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night

I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
That girl, that girl

I must’ve seen her beauty at the bar
Under the strobe lights, looking like a star
(Looking like a star, girl)
But everyone started rushing me
Looking through the crowd, shawty left the scene, oh

Before then, we got separated
She was gone before I could say shit
And I ain’t looking for no replacement
No, whoa, whoa, whoa

If I gotta almost search the whole club
Trying to get to her before she sobers up
Let me see you throw your hands up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Club closing up, I’m still looking for you
Walked up to the ladies room
No luck, so I’m headed to the DJ booth

Next thing I know
She tell my show, “This ain’t you
Looking at you, you wanna take me home
So tonight, I just might put you on”

I’m looking for the girl, I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl, that girl, that girl
I’m looking for the girl, I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl, that girl that girl

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night


Valentino Khan – Gold (feat. Sean Paul) (Lyric Video)


[INTRO]
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it

[VERSE 1]
Baby girl
The way you walk and a wine it, you really define it
Sexiness girl you’re hot up the climate
With finesse we nah fi search fi find it
Let it burn
Because we kno how fi time it party all night
And baby girl I’m gon’ treat you right
It’s your world, you don’t have to decide yet

One shot, that that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl

[CHORUS]
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body

Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started

Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
When you bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started

[VERSE 2]
Make the connect so me can crick the neck
And give me the lovin awah you just can’t forget
Baby girl
So mi ting haffi set
Specialize inna making everything get wet
Turn it on, and make we light up
Loving the way when me see ya wine up
Inna di lawn, tell you si fi gwan baby gwan,
DJ sound the alarm

One shot, that that’s not a lot
Move your body, baby me love that
Step 2 di beat an do di one drop
So mi love see it so mi love fi see dat girl

[CHORUS]
I’ve been chasing that gold
I’ve been paying that toll
You got a ting that me need girl
You got a body like gold
A body like gold
Sexy way that you move your body

Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Gold (get me started)
Sexy way that you move your body
Oh, oh (move your body)
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started

[OUTRO]
When ya bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Bounce and turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Love the way that you get me started
When you bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Bounce and turn it
Turn it
Love the way that you get me started
Ah!


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?


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