Tag: NYC


Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Short Film)




We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king




Kanye West Debuts New White and Grey Yeezy 700 Sneaker




Kanye West set social media on fire over the weekend when he debut a never before seen white and grey Yeezy 700 sneaker.

Paparazzi snapped Kanye over the weekend donning the new version of bulky Wave Runner 700. The G.O.O.D. Music rapper donned a oversize camouflage jacket and black pants with the sneaker while heading inside Balenciaga in New York City. The is the latest version of the Wave Runners we’ve seen with white and grey colorway with a little 3M reflective accents at the top section of the shoe.

The pair Kanye West was wearing comes with a blacked out mid and outsole and white lace. It will likely be available in stores sometime soon, but in the meantime Kanye West and his family has the luxury of debut the kicks before anyone else even get their hands on them. These sneakers retailed by Adidas for around $300 but folks are reselling them on the market for double and triple that amount on the open market.

Aside from designing sneaker, Kanye West has been recording his upcoming album over the last year, but so far there are no signs on when this project will arrive.

Smile…like that. #Kanye hits up stores in NYC w/ @matthewmwilliams wearing an @alyxstudio chest rig pouch, @Adidas #Yeezy Calabasas pants and white #Adidas #yeezywaverunner700 sneakers. #upscalehype #kanye #alyxstudio #alyx #adidas #yeezyseason

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Nicki Minaj Shows Her Cooking Skills To Open Trini Restaurant In NYC


Nicki Minaj has his eyes set on the lucrative restaurant industry with a Trinidadian restaurant in mind in New York City.

The Young Money rapper was inspired by her Thanksgiving feast on Thursday when she showed off what was going on in the kitchen at her house. “HTG YALL!!!! I’ll check back in with my American dishes a lil later,” she wrote. “For now just drool over my Trini food. I HOPE U GUYS ARE THANKFUL FOR THE LITTLE THINGS TODAY. SENDING MY LOVE opening my restaurant in NY real soon. Y’all comin through?”

Nicki Minaj also asked her fans on Twitter where in NYC should she open her Trini restaurant. “Opening a Trini restaurant in NY. Where exactly should it be?” she tweeted. “I’m thankful for you guys. Sending my love. Wishing you all the best today & everyday. Don’t eat too much today. Small portions.”

Nicki Minaj, whose real name is Onika Maraj, was born in Trinidad but immigrated to the United States at the age of five. She also dated Safaree Samuels whose parents are both Jamaicans. The two dated for 12 years before their split in 2014.

Opening a Trini restaurant in NY. Where exactly should it be? ??

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) November 23, 2017

I’m thankful for you guys. Sending my love. Wishing you all the best today & everyday. Don’t eat too much today. Small portions. ?????????????????? pic.twitter.com/juCIdQSGKS

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) November 23, 2017

? HTG YALL!!!! I’ll check back in with my American dishes a lil later. For now just drool over my Trini food. ? I HOPE U GUYS ARE THANKFUL FOR THE LITTLE THINGS TODAY. SENDING MY LOVE ??????? opening my restaurant in NY real soon. Y’all comin through? ?

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Jake Paul – It’s Everyday Bro (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)


[Intro: Gucci Mane & Jake Paul]
Jake Paul
Aye, Gucci? (yah!)
Wanna show ’em how we do it? (burr!)
Ight, ayo, Sleep, you ready?
Remiiiiiix! Guwop!

[Verse 1: Jake Paul]
It’s everyday bro, fuck that Disney Channel flow
Every day I film my life, double the views of any show
Nickelodeon hit me up and I said "hell no!"
And FedEx hit me up, they ’bout to ship my Lambo (skrrt, skrrt!)
And I’m twenty years old, and the haters always fold
And the ice on me, cold, and in 1997
A new legend was born, now Jakey shooting haters down
Call me Jason Bourne, got big Gucci on the flow
(Brr, brr, brr!) This shit cold like the snow!
Mansion shopping on the low, they said Jake Paul is over
Sold twelve thousand at the show, it’s a Gucci mink coat (ooh)
It’s a yacht for the boat private jets to Ohio
So the kids that talk shit can see my life a TV show
And it’s everyday bro, and y’all know the house cost seven, man
And you know I just ain’t rentin’
And I be in the Aussie, eating shrimp on the barbie
All my exes look like Barbie and I pull up in the ‘Rari like
Bling, blow! Oopsie, I just told them the truth (my bad!)
And I just dropped some new merch
And it’s still really selling like a fucking God Church!

[Chorus: Jake Paul]
It’s everyday, bro
It’s everyday, bro
It’s everyday, bro (it’s Gucci!)
I said, it’s everyday, bro!

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Every day I wake up and get it, that’s just me
If I don’t grind, then I don’t eat ’cause that ain’t shit comin’ free
I’m all the way in NYC, it’s all about the cheese
You gettin’ money? So are we, man, I rep 1017 (bih!)
I might pull up in a Lamborghini painted green (Guwop!)
Guwop back on the scene, you ain’t heard, man, I’m the king (work)
You can call me Wizop or you can call me Gucci (it’s Gucci)
Every day a hater hate, he mad because he losing
I rep like I’m producing (uh), but don’t know how to do it (no!)
They rappin’ bout that Pirus but don’t know how to use it (skrrt!)
In 1997, I would pull up in a Buick (huh?)
Now, every day, I’m changing cars, it’s kinda gettin’ confusing (damn)
Every day, my lady make me stand up like I pushed it (woah)
And every day, the paparazzi put me in the news clip (uh)
And every day, I try not hit nobody with the full clip
From East Atlanta, not the Chi but I’m back on my bullshit (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Jake Paul]
It’s everyday, bro (hey)
It’s everyday, bro
It’s everyday, bro (wow)
I said, it’s everyday, bro!

[Verse 3: Jake Paul]
Forty five bands on the Aston Martin bed
Sleep when I’m dead, Billboard twenty under twenty, so they said
I ain’t no musician, I get bread, I’m just sayin’
Bought a Lamb that I slam on the gas to Calabas’
Tryna pass the Kardashians, puttin’ diamonds on my doggy too
Team 10, had to let me know
I get more for my clothes than these rappers get for shows
I just hit one hundred up the Malibu coast
And blew a hundred thousand on her
Now your girl a Jake Pauler, bam

[Chorus: Jake Paul]
It’s everyday, bro
It’s everyday, bro
It’s everyday, bro
I said, it’s everyday, bro!

[Outro: Jake Paul]
Jake Paulers!
Album, album coming December first
Album, December first
Album, December first
December first, album, haha
Oh shit, your boy does music? Alright


Meek Mill Scores Legal Victory In Assault Case Dismissed



Meek Mill scored his second legal victory this month after getting his airport assault case dismissed.

This is the second W for the Philly rapper in October in the courts. Earlier this month, he struck a deal in a traffic case in New York City which sees him walking away with just community service. Back in March of this year, he was slapped with a misdemeanor assault charge in St. Louis after getting into an altercation with a fan who claimed that he just wanted to take a picture with the rapper.

Just like his NYC traffic case, Meek Mill struck a deal with prosecutors which will see him doing some more community service, TMZ reported. His high profile lawyer, Joe Tacopina, confirmed the news yesterday. For the traffic case, Meek will have that record wiped clean from his name, as part of the deal he struck.

The Dreamchaser rapper is looking to put all of his legal troubles behind him so he can clean up his image to attract more corporate deals, or perhaps he just doesn’t want them hanging over his head. Meek Mill is currently working on some new music but he has yet to announced any new albums or mixtapes.


Meek Mill Avoids Jail Time Cops Deal In NYC Traffic Case



Meek Mill avoids jail time in his New York City traffic case.

In August, Meek Mill was arrested in NYC for reckless endangerment after cops say he was spotted stunting on his dirt bikes in the street with his crew. The Philly rapper live streamed his running with law enforcement officials who arrested him on the spot. Cops say they found a video on social media showing the emcee and his crew doing wheelies and weaving in and out of traffic.

Meek denied the whole thing, but it turns out that there was some truth to what the cops were saying. TMZ reported, that the MMG rapper copped a plea deal with the DA’s office which will see the arrest wiped clean off his record if he can stay at least six months without more issues with law enforcement. He will also have to do 30 hours of community service and he already clocks 20 so he is moving pretty fast to get this latest escapade behind him.

Meek Mill was shooting a video at the time when he got caught doing wheelies on the streets of NYC. He was charged with a felony which could have given him some jail time.


Sleepless in NYC – Autograf lyrics


Lyrics Autograf – Sleepless in NYC

Could I stand by, while we watched it fall
Fortunes are fading, do we hit the wall
So stay right next to me
Versuri-lyrics.info
‘Cause your body’s all I need
Maybe we’re not what we were before
Strangers passing, all for starters now
There’s nothing left to hold
And the night is all I know.(sleepless in nyc)

Getting high ’til the sun goes down
Lift my head and I leave the ground
I know I said that I need this town
I need you back, wrap it up did the best of me
Neon lights come and set me free
Close my eyes and I know I’ll be.

Sleepless in Nyc, City, City. (x4)

If I could try getting you alone
You could remember that I feel like home
But I can’t sleep and the night is all I see.

Getting high ’til the sun goes down
Lift my head and I leave the ground
I know I said that I need this town
I need you back, wrap it up did the best of me
Neon lights come and set me free
Close my eyes and I know I’ll be.

Sleepless in New York City, City, Cityyy. (x4)
Autograf lyrics
Video NYC


Kiss kiss – Mohombi feat. Ardian Bujupi lyrics


Lyrics Mohombi – Kiss kiss

This one goes out to all the real women in the world
DJ R’an and Mohombi.(kiss kiss)

Lets gooo
We got laid in NYC

Ohhhh – yeaaahhh (ladieees)
Bam-bam-bam-bam (Boom)

You got it, and I gotta have it
Sexually healing (talk to me now).

You’re like a remedy, remedy
Shot in my body
Stuck in my heart (hayyy).

I got a feeling that you’re the one
And I cant get enough
Everyday you show me the reason why I belong with youu-uuuuu.

Spend the rest of my la-la-laaa-life
Bring you all of my la-la-laaa-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you.

Spend the rest of my life
Bring you all of my love
baby if you want me now
shut up and kiss you.

Give me a kiss
(Right-na-naaa-nooow)
Sweet little kiss
Give me a kiss
(Right-na-na-nooow)
Sweet little kiss.

Give me a kiss I know you
won’t forget to close your eyes
Now everything is
Happening slowling
Versuri-lyrics.info
Your Body is coming, closer to mine.
I wanna Control your mind.
Down to your neck like my tongue cold as ice
Girl, I want it twice
Come with me and
Let me lay you down tonight.

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you (mua-mua-oooooo).

Shut up and Kiss you

Spend the rest of my life
Bring you all of my love
baby if you want me now
shut up and kiss you
shut up and kiss you.

Just what im doing
I move ya
Ladies the kiss kiss
Alili, dance to beats mate
My whip
Dreamin to hold tight
Mahan
D-d-d-dj, run a replay
Lick a shot, let the girl move the party
Slow wife, starts wine
Everybodyy (get sexy)
Make it messyy (yeah)
Ooooooooo (brah-brah-brah).

Lets go
Hands up
Lets party all night
Lets go
Ladies if you are feeling alright
Lets go kiss-kiss to the morninglight
Lets go, make me want this for the
rest of my lifeeeee.

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you (mua-mua-oooooo)

Send the rest of my life
Bring you all of my lovd
baby if I want me now
shut up and kiss you.

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you (mua-mua-oooo)

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss youuu.
MOhombi lyrics
Video Mohombi


Grouplove – Don’t Stop Making It Happen


Take it back to Saturday
I was in a k-hole
Laying out in the pouring rain
On and on and on, oh no
I could take the sky away
Put it in a payphone
Calling out all my mistakes
‘Cause you don’t know, you don’t know

Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..

You’re the one who got away
And I just can’t let go
How my mind keeps playing games
Dropping in before I drop out
Something ’bout that love we made
Put it in a payphone
Called you up, just had to say that
You don’t know, you don’t know

Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..

All the boys come follow me
Come follow me from NYC
And all the girls on the internet
In your private jet, yeah getting wet
All the boys come follow me
Come follow me from NYC
And all the girls on the internet
Yeah getting wet, getting wet

Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for me

Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for me


Larry June – The Scale


Damn, shit,God help, shit, teehee,God damn aye
I hope the police don’t raid X2

Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid

Damnit they done hit the door it’s 5 in the morning

I’m fresh out the pussy and a Nigga still yawning

Specolli hit my line said the label tryin ta sign me

I was whiping up a kick with a Bitch name Susie

On my, on my way to NYC, I just sent my ho to Boston

All my luggage, Louis V

I’m a mother fuckin baller

When I slide thru the score

I keep big .44 with the flash light on it like I’m tryna see something

Keep the battery acid in the trap case’ I gotta dump it

Nigga you a cat run up on a nigga hit him with the strap

Snitch

Hiding in the burbs’ nigga where you at?

Watch your feet on that rug ho I spent like five thousand

Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
Damn,shit,god,help,shit,tehee,god,damn, aye
I hope the police don’t raid

Big .45 HK on the handle

Bitch you got hella ass let me see what happening

Mob to the rich I’m with coop he keep hammers

30 dick on it, man this life I live is savage

The bitch drive a jag, but that ho ain’t got no money

A pimp like me a have that bitch living lovely

My bitches rock Rollie’s and they got a thousand clutches

In the projects we keep the chopper by the bushes

Ayeeee
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid


Miranda Lambert – Six Degrees Of Seperation lyrics


[Verse 1]
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
’Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans
Worn in boyfriend button down Levis
In the saints town I can’t seem to figure out
How to get around, but I ain’t moving on
Threw the quarter in an old street case
And I’ll be damned, he started playing our song

[Chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You’re all over this damn nation
But I’m out of your reach geographically
But you still find a way to get a hold on me
And it’s six degrees of separation

[Verse 2]
Hailed a cab up in NYC
Saw an ad for a litigation lawyer on a bus stop bench
Sitting waiting for the red light to turn green
Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of Merrill Lynch
Hit the Roosevelt, took it to the 12th
Got a funny feeling as I put my key in the door
Never seen the likes of these city lofts
I swear to god, son I’ve been here before

[Chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You’re all over this damn nation
I’m out of your reach geographically
You still find a way to get a hold on me
And it’s six degrees of separation

Well, it’s six degrees of separation
Yeah, it’s six degrees of separation

[Outro]
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
’Til I picked up a quarter from 1979


A Tribe Called Quest – Dis Generation Lyrics


[Verse 1: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & Phife]
In the box with the capital G, balling the beat
Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league
Grabbin’ mics till the knuckles’ll bleed, ’cause I believe
The potent and the quote will have ya geek like speed
If rationale is naturale, then we’ll weave
It’s all edges and peaks
Settin’ picks, we on a permanent steez
I’m in a world where my princess is Leia
And she feeling my Vader
And my lure grows greater and greater
Chemtrails droppin’ poisonous vapors
Had to shake her like gator
Been trill, nigga, process the data
Blu-ray wave follow a beta, I’ll DVR for later
Cop a [?] with a [?]
You can’t define us, XYZ-Z, it’s the generation
Elitists have you cheatin’, virtual think pieces
See, these written words provided by science, brains defying
Thoughts heavy, baby, they’re a major appliance
Leave a [?] flyest [?] through a giant
Dude’s nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers
Cool with some bias, yeah, nigga, cool with some brothers
Never know tattletales, only ya’ll don’t know us
Yeah, show me, generation, show us what you gon’ show us
So listen, mami, [?]
Mouthpiece like [?] with a jubilant noise
Dude’s rude and it’s useless as coin, shoot ’em boys
Versed and rehearsed in the soothing of loins
Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole, gatekeepers of flow
They are extensions of instinctual soul
It’s the highest in commodity grade and you could get it today

[Chorus]
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Rules the nation

[Verse 2: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & Phife]
One hit and readin’ pages of Poe
Telly is low, Cuddlebunny ready to go
Day of the dead, bury all the zombies instead
And it’s just your aftermath, Busta cuttin’ your dreads
Bruce Leein’ niggas, while you niggas UFC
Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB
Surge pricing on these Ubers, I’mma get me a cab
Yo, where Jarobi at?
I’m vibing on impeccable grass
I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass
[?] been waiting for a Jets title since last
Picture Todd-Todd Bowles, Gang Green on that ass
Magic Mike on the mic, David Blane, Douglas Henning
In the church of Busta Rhymes it’s my sermon you’re getting
Horizontal spittin’, I’m the exorcist of your writtens
Don’t interrupt me, nigga
Sorry, that’s a sin I’m forgiving
Like how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait
Nah, just out the package, dry and bag up the wet
This mad city’s not a game, easy, quiet on set
Phife, student of the past, trailblazing the day
Now they knowledge’in and tryin’ ta swept up in a phase
It’s the highest of commodity grade and you could get it-get it-get it-get it today

[Chorus]
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Rules the nation

[Outro]
This is our generation, generation, ah
This our generation, generation, ah
This our generation, generation, ah