Tag: JD


Bugzy Malone – M.E.N 2 Lyrics




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[Intro]
Yo
Bugzy Malone
You know

[Verse 1]
I hit the top like I don’t know what
Now 500’s Play-Doh gwop
And these man tryna take my spot when I’m sitting at home with writer’s block
But there’s not an MC as eloquent as me
Let me get that clear
And my accountant said, I can make a million and not make a track this year
Now how’s that for a turnover?
I made a gilet and a holster
Felt like I looked in the mirror when I seen the new JD poster
And it sold out so fast, they want me to sign contracts like they’re O2 or Voda
In exchange for exposure
But still I don’t feel any closer to the real answer
Why did I wanna be a gangster?
When will I get rid of this pain?
Feels like I’m in handcuffs
I wanna fly to the south of France
I wanna learn how to Salsa dance
The chef come here
‘Cause everybody in the restaurant kept watching man
And I’m thinking “wait are they watching man?”
Did he think I’m a prick, or are they just secret fans?
Blessed by a God, fear no man
But my heart still beats when I see a police van
I was hungover
In Phuket I couldn’t stay sober
I needed a break from pulling a straight face, I don’t play poker
I was out there looking at the pelicans
Stroking the tigers and elephants
MC’s all fighting for relevance
But I’m on the next level of eloquence
Where do I get it from?
Did I get it from him? Could it be a white could it be a black thing?
Must be the reason I’m the captain
Must be the reason I overlapped him
‘Cause I’m dedicated
Me I could have got relegated
Imagine I would have hesitated
Where would I be if I never made it?
But I did
Now I’m in a new 7 bedroom crib with spotlights in the ceiling it’s sick
No bean bag I’ve got a Lamborghini on the ramp and I don’t use it
I’ve got a grand piano in front of the Mona and everything cocaine white
But I don’t get to see it much these days ’cause I’m always out taking a flight
Thinking about before it all went bad
Never got dissed off my real dad
And now he tells people that I never give him anything
As if he was there from scratch
How did it get so negative
Between old friends and fake relatives
I’ve come quite far on a reminisce
To get rid of these toxic energies
An old friend tells people that I put money on his head
As if I’m still pissed off
And we was friends from about year 9
And he tried to get my door kicked off
Cocaine’s one hell of a drug, yeah I’ve seen what it does
I watched man fall from the mountains
Turned from a bad boy to a scruff
I’m still out here holding it up
I’m still backstage holding a cup
Dark is still my co-defendant
I’m in a film about money and drugs
I told my agent, “tell Guy Ritchie he don’t need to pay me”
As I was watching Snatch, that’s my all time favourite gangster movie
I ended up in the GR, singing Irish songs to the ukulele
Sophisticated conversation, had me feeling so creative (So creative)

[Verse 2]
I feel detached from reality, now I’m on a footballer’s salary
I flew to Rome, and the roof of the Sistine chapel look like an art gallery
Me I got close to insanity
On the roadside moving raggity
Now I’m in the Vatican, thinking strategy
Can’t think of an MC in my category
All this from a 1-bedroom flat
I wanted a reminder not to look back
That’s the reason why, I got ‘King of the North’ tattooed right across my six-pack
And the artist came from Italia, the home of the mafia
I’m never in debt, I’m a Lannister, you know I’m of a different calibre
I climbed to the top without a banister
And last year got smashed, no manager
Man can say what they want but I’ll never let anyone assassinate my character
Some relationships don’t work
And the separation hurts
I know these are simple words but I always told her I loved her first
I used to be so immature
Even though the love was pure
I was never always all yours
Some of them nights on tour
You could’ve walked out through the open door
When the love turned into a war
And now I’m gonna buy you a house so you know you’re secure (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
Let me get it off my chest (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
Turns out how no matter how much money I make I still can’t pay to correct (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
All of the trauma it still feels fresh, but never again will that get me depressed
Don’t mind going out as a legend as long as I’m known as Manchester’s best

[Outro]
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t kno- oh oh oh
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t kno- oh oh oh
Sometimes I don’t know




Pitbull – Down South Lyrics




[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 1: Duece Poppi]
Look way, way, way deep south, boy
Hoes, clothes, and bankrolls what we ’bout, boy
I’m from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can’t stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind, boy
I gets loose like I’m fresh up out that pen, boy
The last of a dying breed like ‘Pac said
I got bread, got something that’ll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south know I’m on fire
28’s chrome, fuck a hundred, smoke [?]
I know you pimp tight, pimpin’, but I pimp tighter
Getting bread, got it made like Special Ed
Them hollow tips at your head, bitch, I bet you dead
24’s on the Wagon, that’s that G Benz
Two 44’s looking like Siamese twins

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
See, I’ma get this money
Rich everywhere and however it goes
And let me tell you something
If you owe me money, might as well owe the double-yo
So see, JAY-Z and JD might have told you money ain’t a thing
But that means money’s everything and for that money y’all make, them choppers sing
I’ll make them coppers bring
That yellow tape ’cause the whole thing
Can turn into a homicide scene if you fuck with the cream, mane
And I know Trick
And I know his click
But I let you slip, I let you slide
But I hope you motherfuckers don’t think I’ma let you die
Surprise, Pitbull get the last laugh
And whoever laughs last laughs the hardest
Whether now or later, y’all gonna pay me back regardless

[Interlude: Pitbull]
And y’all can take THAT to the bank, motherfuckers

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 3: Plies]
Nigga, I’m from down here where everything fucked up
And every other month, the dope prices going up
And either you thugging down here or you in the church
‘Cause how I’m living, ain’t nothing like you see on BET
These crackers found five dead in the last week
So if you a pussy nigga, you better get the fuck out these streets
These young niggas 16 and 17 going Fed
These crackers hitting these young niggas with 20-year bids
How the fuck you get indicted? You never had a quarter brick
But down here, that’s how these pussy crackers play shit
And where I’m from, we respect Chevys more than we do Bentleys
‘Cause a motherfucking Bentley can’t fit them 26’s
And that money come a little faster out here in the south
We got the corner, nigga, and got our own dope house
And you can find me with a white tee with my pants dropped
With four at the bottom, pussy nigga, and four at the top

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy


A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky


[Intro: Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
Huh?
We got London On Da Track
It’s Guwop
Huh?
It’s Gucci
21, 21
Huh?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’
Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & (?)]
Huh?
How you gone play D, you can’t even take D
Too many fake me’s
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
Ballin’ in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas
I’m the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it’s him again"
I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris
Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me
Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me
She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It’s Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Young Thug]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
We got London On Da Track