Tag: West Side


2Pac – Die/Dumpin (Original Version) Lyrics


[Intro]
Like this
Blastin’, dumpin’
Bitch

[Verse 1: Gonzoe]
I got my pistol cocked and my knife
‘Bout to slice this nigga windpipe
Throwin’ tops, swervin’ me on the dice
Nigga thought he was nice with the slickness
But the nigga I am, sham, just swift with the quickness (Mark ass bitch)
Respect the game, the lame niggas die slow
Hustlers fly straight like Frank feared Scarface
From the Glock, the lead waste
Diggin’ out your chest plate up straight
Trimmin’ you from your winge and hit the gate, I’m not waitin’
Thinking between and runnin’ on my escape
Hop on the 2-10 and wait for you to retaliate
The terrorist doin’ on niggas who we {​Glock cocked}​
Glock never miss, through your grill here goes my fist
When I slit yo’ wrist
With the the styles of ruckus south central
Los scandalous anybody get buckets uh (West side)
I’m doin’ niggas in the rap tussle
Rip out your backbone slow, you go to pieces like a puzzle
I’m hand on muzzles to you whack MC’s
Black fitted cap to the back with the Gap jeans to my knees
Niggas under siege, like Seagal they fall
To my tactics chin checkin’ in charge like chart, I want it all
The loot, the chronic, plus the dips
First nigga that flinches catch a bullet from my hip
In a rage, serving gauge with my Glock to your grill
Let the dump-dumps loose, now your brains is on the ceiling nigga

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Murderous mindstate
Can’t keep my nine straight
Sippin’ on this hennessey
Waitin’ for the time to break
Show up and mothafuckas bow down, recognize
West Side, Death Row, outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons labeled for drug sellin’ merciless jackers
Forever buzzed
Roll with thugs and dawgs
Commence to lettin’ off rounds
Then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he’s sleepin’
My mini-14 murderin’ niggas while they creepin’, Uhhh!
Duck or you ass out!
Drink ’til you pass out! (what)
Ain’t scared to die
Drunk drivin’ in my Glasshouse
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga
Now they wanna really see
Bomb first, my motto, is fully guaranteed
Niggas is playahatas
Label them my enemies then dumpin’

[Refrain 1: 2Pac]
Look out young nigga!
‘Cause it’s time to dump
I’m versatile ,mothafuckas
What type of rhyme you want?
Niggas got me in they sight
Now I’m runnin’ for my life
Tell me!
What’s that, West Side like?
West side!

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I’m all about the paper chase ’cause the paper makes life so great
Plus, haste makes waste
And I gots the whole spot lock down, concoct styles
Catch me rollin’ all the fuck around with the top down (Nigga, what?)
Realest with the microphone
Most murder masher verbal disaster
Creator, 38 stasher
In the inner zone where the hellraiser roam
There is not place like home, TEC-9s and chromes
Got the heater sequence for the heat to the disperse
Just in case worse come worst, I dumps first
So pump curt curse, it’s the curse of the pump pump
The one to dump last is the first to get slumped
It’s the mental temptation, mental assassination
My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
I’m death-defying, bitches lyin’ sayin’ I ain’t cute
Now she wants an autograph (Hey, give me an autograph) Bitch, I ain’t Snoop (What?)

[Verse 4: Scarlo]
One bone bitch ready to go for broke
Hittin’ up your marks with my motherfuckin’ 4
I’m comin’ up about the Hills so feel I’m ready for the static
And niggas on my team is the full flesh automatic
Planting all you hoes in your motherfuckin’ place
A bitch named Scarlo is steppin’ up in your face
I’m dustin’ off you chumps with the .44 slugs
And livin’ from the lichter bro I’m ready to pull your plug
So, nigga, you wanna jump? You gotta jump little higher
Scarlo, nigga, the miss messiah
So bitch you better get a grip on gangs
You fuckin’ with the hillside, mentally insane
Point of no return and now my life is on the edge
Believin’ in my misery I fucked her in the yeah
Giuseppe called me up and told me so
I gotta do a mission on my ass I gotta go
‘Cause you can run, hide (Hide)
But I’m gonna getcha when tryna escape
You know my gat won’t letcha run, hide
But I’m gonna getcha when tryna escape
You know my gat won’t letcha
West side for life
Biaaaaaatch!

[Refrain 2: 2Pac]
I’m dumpin’
Empty my gun
It’s time to run
‘Cause here come the cops
I’ll be duckin’ ’em for blocks
Nigga I’m dumpin’
Empty my clip
Forever bustin’
East Coast nigga rushin’
Mothafucka, I’ll be dumpin’

[Verse 5: Nutt-So]
Killer!
Loaded them things, nigga, it’s time to dump
Sneakin’ on niggas that be sleepin’ when they ass in the trunk
You slipped, then got crept on, now it’s ride time
To the hills where niggas kill and peel your shit on skyline
It’s die time, and can’t any niggas save g
So kneel to your fuckin’ knees and feel this 45 fade you
Aimin’ for heads, pumpin’ lead ’til I bury you
Niggas be duckin’ but I swingin’ low like chariot
No love, pumpin’ slugs like I’m servin’ dogs
Buck buck, now tell your dead homies I said, “What’s up?”
Lullaby, rock-a-bye, nigga die
And rest in piece, eternal pain from this fire
My 45 smoked and broke ya
And nothin’ hurt like a dick with his liquid, in his eyes wide open
Gats smokin’ no jokin’, Bullets to me
Deleted soul from his core, as he lay, as I was dumpin’


YG – Do Yo Dance Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: YG]
Uh
Red cup, turn down for what?
Ayy

[Verse 1: YG]
I’m feelin’ good, feelin’ great
I’m feelin’ good, feelin’ great
‘Bout to go to church like Ma$e
From the hood, I escaped
From the hood, I escaped
So I do my dance every day
I’m just another nigga with some liquor in his liver
I’m agressive off the drank, just a little, I admit it
When I’m sober, I act different, know the difference, I be chillin’
But this ain’t the motherfuckin’ time to be chillin’
You see the homie in the corner, that’s my nigga
The other homie in the corner, that’s my nigga
And everybody else wearing red came with us
You fuck up this good time, we gon’ get you
I throw up West Side when I stomp with you
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, ayy
Don’t play, girl, come with it
‘Cause life too short, life midget

[Chorus: YG & Kamiyah]
Do your dance, do your dance
Do your dance, yeah, do your dance
I do my dance, do my dance
Do my dance, I do my dance
Yup, I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right with it
I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right
Do your dance, do your dance
Do your dance, yeah, do your dance
I do my dance, do my dance
Do my dance, I do my dance
Yup, I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right with it
I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right with it

[Verse 2: Kamiyah]
Do my dance, I do my dance, this is how I represent
Ain’t no time sit, stand, get up and get down to this
Do it (Do it), do it (Do it), put your back into it (Into it)
Now slide (Slide), slide (Slide), go from left to right (That’s right), come on
Sunshine, bright lights
West Side, this how we rock

[Verse 3: RJ]
I stay on my hips, uh (Stay on my hips)
We slide, we dip, uh (We slide, we dip)
We fly, we drip (We fly, we)
We plot then get rich, uh
But anyway, I’ma dance lil’ bit, ayy
We can hold hands, I can handle it
I’ma get the bands, keep the candle lit
And if you made it from the land, do your dance like this

[Chorus: YG & Kamiyah]
Do your dance, do your dance
Do your dance, yeah, do your dance
I do my dance, do my dance
Do my dance, I do my dance
Yup, I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right with it
I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right
Do your dance, do your dance
Do your dance, yeah, do your dance
I do my dance, do my dance
Do my dance, I do my dance
Yup, I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right with it
I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right with it

[Verse 4: Mitch]
One-two step, then I dip (Woah, woah)
‘Cause I got two redbones at my crib (I got ’em, woah, oh)
Since I’m here, might as well just get lit
But I don’t want ’em goin’ through my shit
So I hit that slide, to the left, to the right
My hands on her hip tonight
I’ma hit, then dip tonight

[Verse 5: Ty Dolla $ign]
Just slide, slide, slippity slide
Forget about your troubles and your 9 to 5
I said slide, slide, slippity slide
When you’re living in the city, it’s do or die
Shawty, dip, dip, dip, dip
Gotta keep it on me just in case a nigga trip
Baby, bounce, bounce, bounce
Mama, shake that ass for me, put it in my lap for me, ayy

[Chorus: YG & Kamiyah]
Do your dance, do your dance
Do your dance, yeah, do your dance
I do my dance, do my dance
Do my dance, I do my dance
Yup, I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right with it
I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right
Do your dance, do your dance
Do your dance, yeah, do your dance
I do my dance, do my dance
Do my dance, I do my dance
Yup, I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right with it
I slide with it, rock with it
Back to the left, then right with it


YG – Hard Bottoms & White Socks Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
I would like to welcome a special guest tonight
He go by the name of
Y’all know his name
He is a very important person of this little world of ours
Now I’ma let him take the stage
(This that real rap shit, ya bitch)

[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop

[Verse 1]
I’m the face of this shit, I’m the base of this shit
I was made for this shit, I got the taste for this shit
I’m tellin’ you
I’m not preachin’, I’m not Ma$e in this shit
I’m really West Side, I catch a case for this shit
Let the marathon continue, it’s not a race with this shit
And I ain’t even have no oldheads to lace me with shit
All my homies gang but now they changin’ and shit
I mean, it’s still gang gang but now they makin’ some chips
Ooh, I represent this shit to the T
I represent this shit like I do Bompton trees
This ain’t no smoke and mirror, nigga, fuck nicotine
Lookin’ like the West every time I hit the scene
Me and Mustard kept this shit lit, ooh
Pac ain’t the only motherfucker with the juice
Call Dre, call Snoop, call Game and Kendrick too
When you think about the West, it’s me and Nip, red and blue, nigga

[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop

[Verse 2]
I’m on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, clout chasin’
Whoever think different, I’ll diss ’em
They be tryna, tryna, tryna put me in a box
I be steady tryna tell these bitch niggas they not
They be tryna say I’m only urban, I say I’m pop
They be like, “How you figure that?” I say, “I’m hot,” bitch
I’m in the Lambo drop-top, bitch
I turn a good girl to a thot, bitch
We the reason that the strip club pop, bitch
I’m the face, yeah, I had to shoot my shot, bitch
Everybody wanna be Pac, I’m Suge
I’m bailin’ niggas out like I’m Suge
I’m slappin’ niggas up like I’m Suge
Set these rapper niggas up like I’m Suge

[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop

[Verse 3]
I put my niggas on, now they lit
Pusha right at Interscope, Mustard rich
B-More run a label, you gotta meet with him
Gav and Charlie designed 4Hunnid, Nano writin’ hits
My bro on this shit, he up next
I feel good, I feel great, I feel blessed
Bad check, swag check, dad check, designer check
It ain’t nothin’ to remind you, check
I’m that nigga that wear that hard bottoms with the white socks
I’m the nigga that had Bompton there shootin’ videos on the block
I’m that young Piru, SuWoop gang, fly ass nigga
I’m the nigga, I’m the nigga, I’m the fuckin’ nigga

[Outro]
What did Drake say?
“You don’t need no motherfuckin’ awards, you already won”
Bitch, I won
I won, bitch, tell me different, anybody
Cross the line if you feel different, nigga


Kevin Abstract – American Problem Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Could you (Could you) try (Ooh, now, now, now)
To remember what you said tonight
Do you remember how high we was? (Ooh, boy)
If I, if I don’t want to say sorry (If I don’t want to)
Then nigga, I won’t (Aye-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Motherfuck a high road (Aye-ya-ya-ya-ya)
As it closes

[Verse 1]
Who touchin’ now, who touchin’ now, who touchin’ my bag?
You’re hurtin’ me bad, I ain’t seen the glass, it’s the summer
I ain’t going bad, better believe in that, had to creep in fast
Think I’m finna burn it, burn it to the ground, bruh

[Chorus]
I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep
(You gotta pass the thing over her)
I know, I know, I know, I know, this shit gon’ catch up to me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah shawty, I)
I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep
(You gotta pass the thing over her)
I know, I know, I know, I know, red wine gon’ catch up to me
(West Side, red, red wine)

[Verse 2]
I can’t sleep next to no one
Who don’t look like, who don’t look like you
And all my girlfriends, they tell me
“Well you would’ve been better if you picked someone who was just like you”
(Who touchin’ now, who touchin’ now, who touchin’ my mind?)

[Interlude]
You gotta pass the thing over her
Yeah, yeah, yeah shawty, I
(Microphone check, check, one, two)
You gotta pass the thing over her
(Microphone check, check, one, two)
Yeah, shawty, West Side, yeah, West Side, shawty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
I’m stuck in the van with a mask on
Think about taking my life, but the plan’s wrong
Think about finding a way to make the sand go, gone
I need another song to sing along to
Ninth grade, Tyler was the illest shit I ever heard
Going to his concerts, no mask, singing every word
I think it’s kinda crazy how my life panned out
I think it sucks that you and I ain’t work out
I used to sleep on Jon’s couch, saying I’ll be out this bitch sooner than later
17, I said I was gon’ make some shit that was gon’ be bigger than the FADER
I wanna be Paramount
I wanna move far away and buy my parents a house
I was obsessed with a blouse, I just liked the way it looked
I thought a brother was cute
He was older than his dawg, I was breaking the rules
I was a flaming faggot, that’s what the principal called me
Not to my face, but I felt when I was stuck in his office
I’m just a, I’m just another American problem, my nigga
Uh, uh, yeah, uh
Another American problem


Dom Kennedy – Locals Only (Video Version) Lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
The very first time I heard Run in them Adidas
I never would have thought one day I’d have a fever
They used to say, “Nah, Dom, he is not no keeper”
And “Yeah them songs cool, but naw he ain’t got no heaters”
But then I went home (Shhh) we ain’t we ain’t got one neither
The gas shut off man I just go to sleep but
These niggas think they good but I really know they suck
And niggas think they hood but I really know they punks
The man with most isn’t always in the front
So hit that West Side and we’ll give you what you want
A nice black eye that’ll go with all them lumps
And I try to stay quiet if it ain’t involvin us

[Chorus]
She asked me where I came from, I told her “Where you headed?”
“Back to LA”, I said, “Baby what you reppin’?”
I got these ideas and I’m tryna make some records
So when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
And when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
So when the train stops—

[Verse 2]
The very first time I heard Black Superman
I knew it was okay to just act like who I am
I used to rob stores for a tape I could afford
I want to thank the Lord for the life of 2Pac Shakur
I know living’s hard, but you gotta see the light
You never gon’ make it if you never roll the dice
Take the first step, that was Doctor King’s advice
Goin’ no days off I’m gone practice every night
I got so many thoughts and I got so much to write
And that right there is the story of my life
Can’t sit and complain, naw I’m tryin to get a name
Help feed the kids and I’m tryin to get a chain
My homeboy Ian was the first one with a Range
We used to play my old shit, now I got mo’ shit
Just a little somethin’ I can get out on the road with
Or maybe just walk to the store with

[Chorus]
She asked me where I came from, I told her “Where you headed?”
“Back to LA”, I said, “Baby what you reppin’?”
I got these ideas and I’m tryna make some records
So when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
And when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
So when the train stops—

[Bonus Verse]
I remember, no cameras, no calls, no answers
No meetings, no features, no chances
No shows, no fans, no dancin’
Now there’s 300 girls yellin “Go Handsome”
I’m warmin up California this is yo candle
And I never had a video on no channel
I saw your name on a sign that said show cancelled
The charm of a college kid with them pro handles
This for niggas stressed out and gotta smoke Camel’s
And them ladies with them pretty open toed sandals
I remember them Impalas with them Gold Panels
We still keep it West Side like a old flannel
Mix a little Leimert Park with a cold piano
And tell if you heard somethin realer
I told Arch we was gonna kill em
New everything got me lookin like a dealer
If there’s somethin’ wrong then I’m lookin in the mirror
Life is a Bitch but I could never fear her
Cause she be lookin good every second that I’m near her
She told me take my time but I really couldn’t hear her
Not in it for the ring girl I want to be respected
That’s why it took me like 4 years to perfect it
She said you got the type of heart I like to connect with
So when the train stops next time I’mma catch it
Gone


Future – Low Life (feat. The Weeknd) lyrics


[Refrain]
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high

[Intro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us (‘scuse me, ‘scuse me)
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
(Get, get, get)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It’s like eviction number four now
Go ‘head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peaking
And I’m fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga repping North Side
Never waste a hoe’s time (Freebands)
Bitch, I’m on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don’t lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I’m camo’ed all out, like I’m in the military
I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life turn up
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing for that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
I’m repping, that’s repping, I’m repping
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it’s water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Porches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starving
Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time getting kicked out
I can’t feel my face, I’m on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin’ wave, now they salty
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, I’m repping for that lowlife
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
Yeah

[Bridge: Future]
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

[Refrain]
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why

[Outro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?


Taylor Swift – Delicate


[Intro]
This ain’t for the best
My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me…
We can’t make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

[Verse 1]
Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?
Phone lights up my nightstand in the black
Come here, you can meet me in the back
Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you
Oh damn, never seen that color blue
Just think of the fun things we could do
‘Cause I like you

[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t for the best
My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me…
Yeah, I want you
We can’t make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

[Chorus]
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Isn’t it delicate?

[Verse 2]
Third floor on the West Side, me and you
Handsome, you’re a mansion with a view
Do the girls back home touch you like I do?
Long night, with your hands up in my hair
Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs
Stay here, honey, I don’t wanna share
‘Cause I like you

[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t for the best
My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me…
Yeah, I want you
We can’t make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

[Chorus]
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Isn’t it delicate?

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wonder when you sleep
Are you ever dreaming of me?
Sometimes when I look into your eyes
I pretend you’re mine, all the damn time
‘Cause I like you

[Chorus]
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
(Yeah, I want you)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
‘Cause I like you
Is it cool that I said all that?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
(Yeah, I want you)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
Isn’t it delicate?


Big Sean & 21 Savage “Pull Up N Wreck” Lyrics



(Intro)
Pull up and, pull up and
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gone shoot you

(Verse 1: Big Sean)
Pull up in the spark, hit you with the dark
Tear your ass apart when you swim with sharks
I’m in the car like Tony Starks cause I’m that smart (Skrrt)
On 106 & Park like I’m in my yard (Sideways)
And motherf**k the camera time, I need family time
I need “go see Uncle John in Atlanta” time (John)
I’d probably never get, but it’s cool to fantasize
Just like I do by old girl and these hands of mine
Gripping on the titties, ass, and her thighs (Oh yeah)
Honestly, I’m over her and her lies
Cartier over my eyes while I analyze (I put the work in, they can’t take that away)
Ok, me and Lil Metro, rockin’ new retros
Take off your dress, that’s the new dress code
Too blessed to stress, that’s my manifest
F**k the professor, I’m too professional

(Hook: Big Sean)
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as love to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, take no disrespect

(Verse 2: 21 Savage)
I ain’t taking disrespect, lil ni**a (straight up)
Put a couple hoes in your neck, lil ni**a (on God)
F**k a diss song, get you stressed, lil ni**a (21)
Got a shoe string ’round my TEC, lil ni**a (facts)
Got a Mulsanne and a Vet, lil ni**a (21)
Brand new Carbon one-five and it’s red, dog (21)
I ain’t tryna f**k you, I just want some head, dog
Straight up out the Six and we don’t shoot at legs, dog
Zone 6 ni**as love to see the white meat (21)
I put in codeine all in my ice tea (red)
Take a ni**a b*tch and make her wifey
Take a ni**a b*tch and then we do the nasty
All these diamonds dripping, now she wanna bite me (facts)
She broke up with that ni**a now he wanna fight me (ha)
Fox 5 Gang, we don’t do no fighting (gang)
This Glock gon’ knock a ni**a down like Tyson

(Hook: Big Sean)
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as love to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, take no disrespect

(Verse 3: Big Sean)
B*tch, respect
How a ni**a changed and still stayed a hundred?
I ran towards change while ya’ll ran from it
Ya’ll wanna ball, I’m Stan Van Gundy
She wanna hang with me and ‘Ye, she know that’s good company
I like my skies Carolina blue and white
True one, false move and that could paralyze your life
So understand, I’m the overanalyzing type
Panoramic views while I’m panning out my life
And I grew up playing Golden Eye
So I’m used to sticking to the mission while they taking shots
When you this high, you disconnect a lot
Sometimes I separate to connect the dots
Only way I’m back is going back home
I don’t drink tap water, but got tap phones
Dior on my suit, I’m the troop
Money come around, I’m never out the loop
Kiss the bottom of my boot

(Hook: Big Sean)
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as love to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, take no disrespect


Murs – G Is For Gentrify (Captain California Album)


Another beautiful day in mid-city LA
They rolled up, we popped him as he walked away
Pro game, man down, now all the neighbors standing round with they cameras out
Red team verse blue team
Been over thirty years it ain’t a new thing
Another gun shot, another nigga died
Don’t you know we got a lot bigger fish to fry?
Up north they just lynch Willie Sims
How come y’all niggas ain’t trying to get them?
Unless somebody come to try and take your rims
You gon’ call the homies and pull out the MAC-10s
I don’t understand y’all dudes
White people see it on the news and they confused
While you choose to make war in this bitch, they invest, buy land and get rich
They moved out, but we moved in
Like fuck y’all niggas, no new friends
When they move back, we gotta move out
Now it’s seven figures for a new house
Walk they dogs with nose in the sky
Tensions build the temperature rise
We ask why the rent is so high
G-E-N-T-R-I-F-Y
Ay, ay, could you put that camera down?
Y- what you mean it’s a free country?
That’s an expensive phone, right?
Yeah, it would suck if it got broke
Snapchat filters on the homicide
It’s entertainment to them when one of us die
Wanted to hit ’em but I saw the big picture
If I hit ’em then I’m just an "angry nigga"
Covered up his phone with my hand
Try to reason with him like a grown man
He didn’t get it but he left because he feared me
Couple days later he wouldn’t even come near me
At night I saw him way across the street
Walking his dog, when he stopped to take a leak
On the corner with the candles and the flowers
The homie mama she been standing there for hours
Every night she would come down to mourn and cry
She saw the disrespect out the corner of her eye
That’s when a homie grabbed him by the neck
I would be a snitch if I said what happened next
They moved out, but we moved in
Like fuck y’all niggas, no new friends
When they move back, we gotta move out
Now it’s seven figures for a new house
Walk they dogs with nose in the sky
Tensions build the temperature rise
We ask why the rent is so high
G-E-N-T-R-I-F-Y
Gentrify y’all, till we die y’all
From the West Side to best all y’all
It’s gentrify y’all, till we die y’all
From the West Side to best all y’all
It’s gentrify y’all, till we die y’all
From the West Side to best all y’all
It’s gentrify y’all, till we, till we, till we


Masta Killa – Therapy (feat. Redman & Method Man)


[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
Yo, I gotta be around this music, it’s therapeutic
The first fresh thoughts of the day is so clear
When I walk, in my head, there’s a voice that talks
In my ear I can hear so clear, you think I’m buggin’ right?
I’m just contemplating the silent [?]
Out to the West Side my killer Cali gangstas
Ride and get the head right
Yo son, I’m on the next flight in
Twist some [?] I’m guaranteed the right of his psalm before we reach
Throw the instrumental on it, watch [?] pattern of speech
Man-formed military arm ready to swarm, get your party on
Drinks on the house tonight, ladies lookin’ right
Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves strong
Ghost want the red light on before we get on
An hour’s too short to rock, we got a million songs

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Yo I gotta be around this music, it’s therapeutic
Like my first blunt of the day to start the movement
I’m sittin’ in the room with a view, there’s always room for improvement
So I grab my coat and go and prove it
Just me against the world, you can find me in the streets
She’ll spot me in the lobby, probably find me in the free
Cop a ‘Rari, the [?] in the lining of my seats
Tryna put me in a lineup til’ I wind up in the beast
That’s the belly, how dare they tryna tell me when to eat
With a plate of food barely in my reach
My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets
Wear the same Pelle-Pelle’s for a week
But now we livin’ life
A such a good life I wish that I could live it twice
I’d probably make the same wiz my wife
It’s Wu-Tang Clan, always collect cheddar
Proper education, always correct errors

[Verse 3: Redman]
Yo, bananas, Redman so gorilla
Chi-town know I’m pimping the mic, nigga
One hit, and chicks follow me like Twitter
Crack when I talk, I like the mic steam up
The fiends hit it, chicks swing with it
I’ll box niggas in like Don King did it
Sixteens I write, it’s seems so vivid
My notebooks I let the eBay did it
I get dough, bad pair for the sick flow
My weed more greener than Lou Ferrigno
My right-hand man hand on the pistol
I crack these squares up like Nabisco
Oh, look at me, I’m lightweight
But with the heart to peel back your white meat
Yo wifey want me to make her wifey
Hit it, make the bitch hyphy at high speed, Doc


Gacharic Spin – Don’t Let Me Down


ラブ!
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ラブ!
ドント・レット・ミー・ダウン

イー!アル!サン!スー!ウー!リュー!チー!
ラブ!

ドン引きするほどサンシャイン
今なら誰かに
会いに行ける

East Side, West Side
いつだって自由自在
だけど一切合切
降りかかるよ

誰だって辛い
日々を生きて
Love Don’t Let Me Down
一人じゃない
誰だって Cry
日々を抜けるために 跳べ
Only Love Don’t Let Me Down

イー!アル!サン!スー!ウー!リュー!チー!
ラブ!

退屈しのぎでオンライン
操るつもりが
操られる

Inside, Outside
どうしたって自分次第
逃げ道は No Side
振り出しだよ

誰だって辛い
日々を生きて
Love Don’t Let Me Down
一人じゃない
誰だって Cry
日々を抜けるために 跳べ
Only Love Don’t Let Me Down

イー!アル!サン!スー!ウー!リュー!チー!
ラブ!

I Won’t Let You Down
約束だよ
I Won’t Let You Down…..

I Won’t Let You Down
君といれば
I Won’t Let You Down
孤独じゃない
I Won’t Let You Down
強いココロ胸に 抱け
Only Love Don’t Let You Down

誰だって辛い
日々を生きて
Love Don’t Let Me Down
一人じゃない
誰だって Cry
日々を抜けるために 跳べ
Only Love Don’t Let Me Down

イー!アル!サン!スー!ウー!リュー!チー!
ラブ!
イー!アル!サン!スーシンチュウ!
ラブ!
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K. Forest – Salvation


[Verse 1]
Deliver me from this sin
Deliver me from this gin
Find me outside by the crossroads
I lost all of me, yeah they don’t know
Wait for that call though
Meantime I ball up
Help me release at least
Help me just on my feet
You help me stay concrete
You help me feel complete
You’re my lucky charm
You protect me from harm
When they point that firearm
Shots fired, shots fired
Ducking like I’m Neo
When I wake I say my prayer, why?
I could go any day, any second, any minute
But I got the power to go

[Hook]
The whole night, the whole night
I go the whole night, the whole night
I go the whole night, the whole night
I go the whole
I gotta go hard
I gotta get yours
Save me from damnation
Save me my salvation

[ Verse 2]
Do you know me, on the first name basis?
They make it complicated, when they so basic
When I was occupied, you were vacant
Any disrespect, I won’t take it
I got families like [?]
You know the West Side where people get famous
Lord I couldn’t be gracious cause
They never gave me my space to move away from these haters
All the hate is contagious

[Hook]
The whole night, the whole night
I go the whole night, the whole night
I go the whole night, the whole night
I gotta go hard
I gotta get yours
Save me from damnation
Save me my salvation


Future And The Weekend – Low Life lyrics

October 14, 2016

Lyrics

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[Refrain]
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high

[Intro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us (‘scuse me, ‘scuse me)
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
(Get, get, get)

[Verse 1: The weekend]
I turn the Ritz into a pole house
It’s like eviction number four now
Go ‘head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peaking
And I’m fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga rapping North Side
Never waste a hoe’s time (Freebands)
Bitch, I’m on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don’t lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I’m camo’ed all out, like I’m in the military
I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

[Hook: The weekend & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life turn up
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing for that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
I’m repping, that’s repping, I’m repping
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it’s water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got ‘Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starvingBitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time getting kicked out
I can’t feel my face, I’m on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin’ wave, now they salty
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[Hook: The weekend & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, I’m repping for that lowlife
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
Yeah
[Bridge: Future]
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

[Refrain]
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why

[Outro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
Ima fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?




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