Tag: Snoop Dogg


Farruko, Nicki Minaj & Travis Scott – Krippy Kush (Remix) (feat. Bad Bunny & Rvssian) (Uncensored)




[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room, hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks, when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs, though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs, though
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they pens-es now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho, but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling, "¡Viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha’
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: Travis Scott]
Suavemente, frio chilly (Yeah)
Gotta keep it caliente, the presidente
Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Philly (It’s lit)
In the town I got the millis, you know the drill-ay (Alright)
Yeah, butterfly the doors, throw a ivy queen in it then I skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt
You get the picture, but I still not with the bitch
Still hate the liquor, drank on my liver
Still got the basement, jumping like I’m Tigger (Straight up)
Pour ’til it’s muddy, blow ’til it’s muggy (Yeah)
But the gang goin’ dummy, thumbing through hundreds
(with the gang)
Keep it stick like it’s gummy, rap like a mummy
Break the bread ’til it’s crummy, eat ’til I’m chubby (Yeah)
Yeah, me amor the tings, me amor the green (Alright)
Yeah, blowing up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (sing)
Yeah, fresh steal off the lot, slide on your block and pop the top and then we skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…




Snoop Dogg – Go On (feat. October London)




As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)

I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!
What you got to lose?

You done made it to see a whole ‘nother summer and it feel good
Stop, now , top down through the neighborhood
Let the wind blow, open up the window
That girl is poison like Bell Biv Devoe
We have a barbeque to do at four
Swimming pool party in the back on the low
BYOB, and the plates of food will be laid out for free
Little kids get down, I’ll have a bus pull up with Tommy The Clown
Now do The Jerk, get crunk, go to work
And do that dance that’ll make your whole damn body hurt
Playing mama dear, calm and clear
This that time of the year
For everybody to be boisterous
Rock with Snoop Dogg and rejoice to this

As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!
What you got to lose?

Shined up my white walls, night falls
I’m feeling hella good
I’m doin thangs that you never would
Like surfin with the sharks, or shootin in the dark
Riding on a bike with my grandson at the park
Evolve while I elevate, take flight, levitate
Breakfast for dinner, I’m cold as a mother, but the summer ain’t the winter
Finna, bend a, corner, on a three wheel motion
I’m heading to the ocean, caravan full of cars
Neighborhood stars, up and down the boulevard
We go, till we can’t go no more
It’s me and mines, it’s summertime
You go off and we go on

As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!
What you got to lose?


Farruko, Nicki Minaj & Bad Bunny – Krippy Kush (Remix) (feat. 21 Savage & Rvssian) (Lyric Video)


[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room, ho, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs though
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they penses now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling "¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: 21 Savage]
Call baby girl up, it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Yeah, spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I’m smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team ’cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I don’t cut slack (nah)
All these VVS’s (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…


NICKI MINAJ – Krippy Kush lyrics


Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs tho
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs tho
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they pens’s now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes, now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes, now

With my plug, I call him Pancho
But I think he wants that chocha
Put this n*gger in his boca
Make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa
In that Lamborghini rosa
Yelling viva Puerto Rico
All my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny, Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley

Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex

Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko, Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: 21 Savage]
Call baby girl up it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (Yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (Facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (Yah Yah)
Yeah back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt
Yeah whole lotta racks and krispy (Krispy)
And she throw that ass back like Frisbee (On God)
Uh huh, smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush
I might pass her to the team cause she old news
Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole yeah in ya wave cap (On God)
You better pay me now (Now)
I don’t cut slack (Nah)
All these VVS’s (21)
Make you upset (21 21 21)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…


Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company Lyrics


[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You ain’t with your friends
Please come in in
Girl don’t mind, one time
Oh baby let me see you
You walk across that jewelry
Then slightly shake that booty (oh yeah)
Get your walk while I do it
I’ma show you all the way I play I do it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Breezy, smoke weed in the VIP


Chris Miles – Wake Up


[Intro]
So sick of playing these games, it’s
Impossible for me to ever ever be happy, yeah
And I’m so sick of doing the same shit
I just wanna sleep a tad bit, more
More, more, more

[Verse 1]
I don’t want to die
I’m in a elevator with Snoop Dogg and I just got a contact high
So everything better except the cheddar except when
I start to close my eyes, or did I already close my eyes
I don’t even know if I’m dreaming, I ain’t no genius
Got anxiety from my brain to my penis
Man I know that I’m sleeping
So why the hell am I stressed??
This is usually the way that I’m escaping the best?
It’s kinda like, kinda like…
Like a coping method
No prevention, I just want the pain to be less
Like, like

[Chorus]
Oh, you sleeping?
Wake up, wake up
You know that you are facing the death and by napping so quit the bullshit and wake up
This is not the way to resolve all your problems, you coward, just stop it and wake up
Either way you gon’ be hating your day so you might aswell stop and wake up

[Verse 2]
Imma stay asleep till I’m senior
Hop on all these fences where the grass is never greener
Got a girl on my mind named Christina
We netflix and chill when like no one can see us
So why would I wake up?
Got no reason
No five old, on my mind I’m cheesing
I do what I want till I’m not even breathing
I wake up on weekends like strictly for tweaking
I take off my week, this is made of my bitch
People would stalking, they oftenly switch
So I close off my mind, pay no mind to that shit, yeah, yeah
It is what it is
Either hit or you miss
See them flickin their wrists
I’m too busy with this
So be worried about that
Stuck in my mind, I’m checked
Let it ride, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Let it ride (skrt, skrt)
Let it ride
Let it ride (aye)


Snoop Dogg – Promise You This


[Intro]
Say man that nigga promised me a record deal man
That nigga promised me he was gon’ come over man and do some things with me man
That nigga Snoop Dogg promised me, man the nigga promised a whole lotta stuff man
But he didn’t come through man
Look nigga, I’ma promise you this

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Verse 1]
Nigga had to walk ’bout four days
These niggas actin’ like hoes nowadays
When I was young I used to hustle for my own shit
A 20 nigga slanging with them insane crips
I made my way out they call me Snoop Eastwood
Didn’t forget where I came from, went back to the hood
Signed niggas, gave jobs and I made bail
And kept a lot of motherfuckers from goin’ back to jail
Retail, [?] OG’s won’t tell
Oh yeah they will, oh yeah they will
But I paid no mind I get back on my grind
I had a football dream to have a football league and I did that

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Verse 2]
Niggas said somethiing outta place, dawg
I’ma let it go, I can’t catch a case dawg
These motherfuckers prayin’ on my downfall
I run the paint when it comes to this roundball
See I’m a legendary nigga doin’ legendary shit
Smoking on the blunt with your temporary bitch
One thing’s for certain, two thangs for sho
I’m a Long Beach nigga everywhere that I go
If I do, if I don’t, if I will, if I won’t
See time is money and it’s the first of the month
Quit actin’ funny my nigga
And go get your money my nigga
He do, 3, 2

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Outro]
Say man (I’ma promise you this)
Look I don’t even promise my wife or my kids nothin’
So what I look like promising you something nigga (I’ma promise you this)
Look here you need to get a get something

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this


Snoop Dogg – U Name It (Holiday Anthem) Lyrics


[Intro: DJ Battlecat & Snoop Dogg]
Snoop Dogg, what’s up man, this Battlecat! What you havin’ for the holidays?
Yeah, yeah, man, you know what I’m sayin. I was gettin’ me somethin’ to eat, man, but they ain’t even have nothin’ to eat at my girl house, man. Imma get on over to the pharmacy, man, they say they got it poppin’ over there, they got the…

[Hook: Shirley Caesar]
Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, rabbits, You name it!

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Doggy in the kitchen cookin’ chicken and rice
Thanksgiving holiday, yeah and I’m doin’ it right
Pop up, potluck, full of good food
Birds say Thursday, I’m in a good mood
Make a quick hood call, watch a little football
From the bad bad, to the neighborhood good dog
Stood tall through it all
Pop state to state, German chocolate cake
With Kool-Aid in the glasses
My family by the masses
My little nephews and nieces
Runnin’ around the house
From a little to a lot
BC, we thankful for all we got
Now what you want me to say?
Bow yo’ heads for a sec, and take a moment to pray

[Hook: Shirley Caesar]
Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, rabbits, You name it!

Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, rabbits, You name it!

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Up early with Shirley, in the kitchen, on a mission
With hams and yams and mac & cheese for the chicken
Collard greens is finger-lickin’
Mean with the dip and
Bobby Jones on the television
Granny say grace for us
And Auntie makin’ plates for us
The whole family in here now
Apple in ear now
Happy to be around
One of the dogs got full, baby
Took a whole bunch of turkeys to the hood, baby
See I’m about that action
Rest in peace, Mr. EJ Jackson
See we the gift that keep on givin’
Praise God we keep on livin’
BC, what you want me to say?
Bow yo’ heads for a sec, and take a moment to pray

[Hook: Shirley Caesar]
Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, rabbits, You name it!

Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, rabbits, You name it!


Taylor Gang – The Man (feat. J.R. Donato, Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods)


[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
What up though this is big Snoop Dogg hanging out with DJ Motor Mane, you understand me?
Hit ’em with some of that G shit
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 1: J.R. Donato]
I say they hate to see you come up
They hate to see you hustle but them pounds I gotta turn up
I’m flexing all my muscle boy give shots you try to run up
Cause I ain’t finna tussle I got fans way out in London
So dreams do really come true
I’m high as fuck when I come to
Bad bitch tell her come through
Niggas looking for hand outs when you tell them no then its fuck you
Oh well, nigga fuck you I’m in this new coupe and I’m comfortable
Where you’re friend I said bring two
Lit with them when ain’t nothing to do
Said hell yea I’m the man now, hell yea I got grams now
Pops still doing real estate, hell yea he got land now
And I’m bout to be a father too, don’t bother me I won’t bother you
Hell yea I got shows to do, hell yea I got pounds to move
Gang

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
I’m having nightmares feeling it’s niggas want me dead
Going through it I got niggas in the feds
Sliding in that brand new Benz I don’t need a lot of friends
I’m just living I know one day its gon’ end
30 bottles foreign models I’m just trynna ease the pain
Had a convo with myself to never fall in love again
All night till the morning all we know is get paid
How you fall in love with something that won’t love you back the same?
Boy them streets them cold yea, case you didn’t know yea
48 Hunnid, Taylor Gang, yea yea yea
Pull up on the ‘Nolia

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
They said they want me to stop, but I ain’t stopping no
Wonder where I got these Vans but they ain’t dropping those
I’m eating lobster bisque, baked at the Pappadeaux
That’s my bitch, she your wife, turned her to a proper hoe
I get a lot of dough, I fly a lot of planes
Every time you turn around Young Khalifa copping chains
She yours I got the brains, taught the game
Bitches say I’m not a lame, watch your self out there, these cops insane
They’ll do anything to keep us off the streets
So I grind everyday cause Sebastian gotta eat
And the jewels that I rock turn these good girls to freaks
Make 500K a week, bring my cheese then we speak
Capeesh?

[Chorus: J.R. Donato & (Wiz Khalifa)]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man (that’s cool. I do me you do you)
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man (it’s harder than it looks. Pause)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (the motherfucking man. look at us now)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (just look at us!)


BJ The Chicago Kid – All On Me (The Lost Files: Cuffing Season Mixtape)


Family problems, it ain’t easy handling those needs
(Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do)
Baby mama drama, I just need a little time to go to sleep
(Damn, only if I had a little time for me)
Record company motherfuckers asking me when I’m gonna release
(I want the pressure homie, so much pressure on me)
And my homies on my back about me helping them get up off them streets
(I mean what the fuck?)

And it all falls back on me
Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
(Somehow it always fall back on me)
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it’s on me
If it was up to you that’s just the way it’s always gon’ be

It’s kind of funny how they fall back on me
I used to never get a call back, homie
Before the money they didn’t see me like it’s dark and it’s all black, homie
But now they switching cause the card black, homie
It wasn’t always that way
We was recording on the 4-track, homie
New apartment, no fridge, no mattress, no table, no cable
And all I hear is my girl in my ear
And this nigga Eazy asking for his car back, homie
I would’ve never saw this happening from that far back, homie
What it came to be, would have never believed, living the life I lived in C-P-T
A motherfucking dream to reality is what you call that, homie

It was something to me
No eat, no sleep, wasn’t nothing to me
Can’t always be how you want it to be
And I’m the one that they looking up to
Fuck they expecting from me?

And it all falls back on me
Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
(Somehow it always fall back on me)
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it’s on me
If it was up to you that’s just the way it’s always gon’ be

That’s just the way it is, and how it always was
DJing parties in my neighborhood just for the love
Dope dealers over tipping and bitches stripping
And any minute niggas start tripping and start shooting shit
On any given day I’m like "what the fuck?"
Face down on the pavement with the billy clubs
Took that feeling to the studio and cued it up
And now it’s "Fuck the Police" all up in the club
Now it’s ’91 and Snoop Dogg came to visit
And was like "What up cuz? Let me show you what this chronic like"
Couldn’t help myself, just had to dip into that chronic life
And then that night came in when that nigga Knight came in (woo!)
This one of those dreams you don’t wake up from
Then again, you don’t sleep if you come from where I come from
When the sun shines and they bust nines
Don’t dial 9 plus 1-1
When they run up on your school bus with a two truck, you might learn something

And it all falls back on me
Somehow it all fall back on me
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it’s on me
If it was up to you that’s just the way it’s always gon’ be


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