Tag: Stan Smiths


Jon Hope – ChamPain Lyrics


Chorus

Thou shalt be trill nigga
Motherf*cka and real sisters
Same ones I came with
We got a 1000 words and take real pictures
Got styrofoam of my mama’s tears
Pour it up that’s ChamPAIN
Real niggas & real bitches they all apart of my campaign

Verse 1

Just opened up my big mouth this my version of small talk
Got a size 12 of these Stan Smiths that took big steps of this small walk
Heavy hearts I’m talkin’ day ones on day two they’re shot
6 guys using 12 hands wooden coffins and we dropped

This is my PTSD ‘cause not even me respects me
Still gotta go to school tomorrow f*ck algebra life be testing me
Still trying to pass through ninth grade and life grade
Ain’t no one to talk to everyone telling me F.I.S.H

f*ck It Shit Happens and showing emotions is bish
Under my burdens I bury they’re squished
My poker face never will show it exists
Take that nigga take that by any means I’mma ride for the payback

I’m a race rat trying to chase cash give a f*ck about the age gap
Whether night or the day trap f*ck tomorrow 5 seconds is my ASAP

Second Verse

Silhouettes give me a tease
While bitches collecting the fees
How can I knock off your hustle
‘Cause nothing may come from degrees

The world is a savage beauty will hide in sinister smile
Enjoy what you gather cause will walk in the middle of aisles
Playing them both sides morals are compromised
Everyday hood shit feel comfort in homicides
Why mama gotta work so hard when she never get a chance to eat her fruits of her labor?
These days I be looking for the words in the church but it hurts when the bible can’t save us
From a stray from beautiful p*ssy with AIDS
The silence of cancer in food I just ate

The ambulance comes with an hour delay

Pimpin’ robbin’ boostin’ nuisance
30’s AK’s Sirens music


Dom Kennedy – Popularity Lyrics


[Intro]

[Verse]
You been on my mind since we met, love
So nasty they forgot what triple X was
I put two fingers up and all the experts
With Dom K she do her best work
In my world they judge a man by his net worth
Teach him how to buy clothes, not invest first
Chain hanging on my Gosha sweatshirt
The Grey Goose in my system make the Benz swerve
Don’t change who you are for popularity
If she trippin’ just let her leave
No shame in my game, I’ma let it be
Keep everything so letter G
She asked me how I know so many strippers
She asked me how I know so many strippers

[Chorus]
We been gettin’ it in
We been gettin’ it in (we have)
We been gettin’ it in
Shit, I ain’t gone front (no)

[Verse 2]
Since Troy Aikman, I been penetrating
Got authentic tags on my jersey’s
2 a.m. but to me it’s still early
And sometimes fine bitches curve me
I don’t get upset, I get massages
And 12 packs of Hanes socks at the Target
Been hit Balenc’, told em charge it
Stacks was against me cause I’m dark skin
Me and number 7 in the same boat
I love Malcolm X too, I got the game sewn
I don’t get to sell shit to get my chain froze
Diamond in the ruff, ya’ll rainbows
I got on all black with these Stan Smiths
Don’t make me have to hop another damn fence
Have me on the ropes but I’m Cassius
Pink Ace of Spade, no glasses

[Chorus]
We been gettin’ it in
We been gettin’ it in (we have)
We been gettin’ it in (haha)
Shit, I ain’t gone front (no)

[Outro]


Clean Bandit – I Miss You (Yungen Remix) Lyrics


[Intro: Yungen]
Yungen
Clean Bandit
I miss you

[Verse 1: Yungen]
Yeah, I know that I messed up
Can’t bring myself to say you’re my ex, love
I got my chest up, but inside im burning
They say love is blind, but you opened up my curtains, woah
You’re my future, yeah, I’ve been a lowlife
Your friends said not to trust me, they were so right
And I was so wrong
Now I’m having cold nights
I made your heart pound
But you won’t sell that for no price

[Pre-Chorus: Julia Michaels]
And I know we’re not supposed to talk
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I get scared when we’re not
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
So, I guess that it’s gone
And I just keep lying to myself
Oh, I can’t believe it, I…

[Chorus: Julia Michaels]
I miss you, yeah, I miss you
I miss you, yeah, I miss you, oh, I do
I miss you, yeah, I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now

[Verse 2: Yungen]
Yeah, I try and I try
But living with life without you is like living a lie
You were the wings to my fly, you were the low to my high
And there was nothing good about the goodbye
Yeah, I lost my my stripes and Stan Smiths
Missing you’s becoming a madness
Yeah, I got caught up in my antics
I got a clean heart but deep down I’m still a bandit

[Pre-Chorus: Julia Michaels]
And I know we’re not supposed to talk
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I get scared when we’re not
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
So, I guess that it’s gone
And I just keep lying to myself
Oh, I can’t believe it, I…

[Chorus: Julia Michaels]
I miss you, yeah, I miss you
I miss you, yeah, I miss you, oh, I do
I miss you, yeah, I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now

[Bridge: Julia Michaels]
So I saved all the texts
All of the best over the years
Just to remind myself of how good it is
Yeah, I saved all the texts off of my ex
Minus the tears
Just to remind myself of how good it is, or was
‘Cause I…

[Chorus: Julia & (Yungen)]
I miss you, yeah, I miss you (yeah I miss you)
I miss you, yeah, I miss you, oh, I do
I miss you, yeah, I miss you (yeah, girl, I miss you)
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
I can’t help it, I just… (that’s why I’m tryin’)
(Yes, the most clean hearted bandit)
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
I can’t help it, I just…


Kano – Old School Lyrics

October 19, 2016

Lyrics

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Ayo, MJ
Let me tell these people why I’m old school, man
I am not a Myspace MC, I’m a pirate MC
From Flava to DeJa
From Rinse to Major

[Hook]
Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it comes to the roads, I lock that
Cause when it come to the flows I got that
Got cash, you could never try rob that
So move, the guy don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A I’m old skool

[Verse 1]

Look, I’m vocal but a lot of blokes chat a lot of breeze
But with me it’s emotional, nigga I’m old skool
Like Opal Fruits, gobstoppers or screw balls
You new born babies, I’m a vet yep they know the cool
Spittin’ through they headphones, no vocal booth
Look I go back like Flava FM, Tel still owes me some paper
Way before DeJa, (?) tapes with AB and the
Sound labs, no turntables 12-10’s
And I was housing G, like closer than close
Till I found the MIC and the vocals I wrote
I’m so cool with my old skool shit, Adidas shell toes and my Stan Smiths
In EH with a PH, 3-3-7
From cassettes now it’s my CD selling

[Hook]

Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it came to the scene, I locked that
Cause when it come to the green, I stop that
Got cash, you can never try rob that
So move nigga, I don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A, so old skool
Hahaha niggas ain’t old skool like me

[Verse 2]

Niggas know why I’m boss on the beat
Hardcore, never go soft on the street
From Boys Love Girls to London Town
I toured the world but locked London down
But certain reputations ain’t deserving
Certain MC’s ain’t put the work in
But I had a few tunes before YouTube
And I was a known face before Channel U
From PP, wrets and EQ
In my Prada Straps and fucked Evisu’s
Me and Danger Mouse but I’m no Penfold
And my intro, do I play? N-O
Look, look, that’s one of my old skool lyrics
And I was in Eskimo, reloadin’ it
But some MC’s there were pissed I gone clear
And yeah I could win that battle on the stairs

[Hook]

Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it came to the scene, I locked that
Cause when it come to the green, I stop that
Got cash, you can never try rob that
So move nigga, I don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A, I’m old skool