2Pac – Me And My Girlfriend

Sheeit, ju motherfuckin right
I’m the bitch that’s keepin it live and keepin it hot
when you punk ass niggaz don’t
Nigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on

[Tupac]
Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c’mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
Fuck em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire
exorcisin all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, niggaz united
Our first date, couldn’t wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the frontpage primetime live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot make a nigga’s heartbeat stop

[girl]
What!! I’m bustin on you punk ass niggaz *automatic gunfire*
Run nigga run! *gunfire* I’m on yo’ ass nigga! *gunfire continues*
Run nigga, duck and hide! Nigga I’m bustin all you bitches!
Run nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die nigga die!

[Tupac]
My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
When niggaz act bitch-made she got the heart to fight
Nigga my girlfriend, though we seperated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It’s true, nothin compares to the satisfaction
that I feel when we out mashin, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus: Tupac]

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]

[Tupac]
I was too immature
to understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya
Bein faithful now cause now cheatin’s lethal
We closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, droppin niggaz as we rise
We all soldiers in God’s eyes — now it’s time for war
Never leave me baby, I’m paranoid, sleepin witcha
loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
anticipated for the moment you come home
I’m waitin by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I’ve had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realeast
So if you ever need me call, I’ll be there through it all
You’re the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus]

[Tupac]
I love finger fuckin you, all of a sudden I’m hearin thunder
When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin for drama
While unleashin on the old timers, that’s on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
the only girl that I adore, everything I’m askin for
Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around
Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
Bustin rounds, activatin a riot, that’s why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind — look for me
[repeat 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]

ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND!

Makaveli & Big L – Deadly Combination (feat. 2Pac)

[Intro: Ron G – echoing at each break]
Yes, indeed, it’s the mix king, Ron G
I got somethin’ the world ain’t ready for
New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta
D.C., Detroit, New Orleans
Y’all know the deal, Flava!!!

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Hahahahahaha! Yeah, nigga!
Yeah, that’s right! Bay-bayy!
That’s how we do it!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Follow me, tell me if you feel me
I think niggas is tryin’ to kill me
Picturin’ pistols, spittin’ hollow points ’til they drill me
Keepin’ it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin’ steel
See, niggas is false, sittin’ in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I’m tryin’ to be strong, they sendin’ armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I’m trapped in the storm and fuck the world ’til I’m gone
Bitches be warned: word is bond, you’ll get torn
I’m bustin’ on Giuliani, he rubbin’ my niggas wrong
And then it’s on, before I leave, picture me
I’m spittin’ at punk bitches and hustlin’ to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don’t want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This thug life nigga, we don’t cater to you hoes
Fuck with me and have
A hundred motherfuckers at yo’ do’ with fo’-fo’s!
Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga! Thug Life!

[Verse 2: Big L]
I be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like The Notorious B.I.G
I’ll rock a fella, like Shawn Carter
With more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
While y’all be on the corners bummy and high
I be out buyin’ the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in a position that I’m in
Hot rhymin’, diamonds shinin’, autograph signin’
My lifestyle is far out
Every week bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, huh
‘Cause I keep cream, I’m large on the street scene
Every time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream

[Outro: Big L + 2Pac]
Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem’s finest, yeah
That nigga who hold it down for Uptown
Hahahaha! That’s how we do it out here
On this underground real shit, nigga, it’s the heat, nigga
Now, rewind this motherfucker
You know you can’t help it
Deadly combination, bwoy!

2Pac – Hit ’em Up (Dirty)

[Intro: 2Pac]
I ain’t got no motherfuckin’ friends
That’s why I fucked yo’ bitch, you fat motherfucker!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killers
(Take money) You know who the realest is
(Take money) We bring it too
(Take money)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
First off, fuck yo’ bitch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin’ while we runnin’ for your jewels
Steady gunnin’, keep on bustin’ at them fools, you know the rules
Lil’ Caesar, go ask your homie how I’ll leave ya
Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil’ Kim, don’t fuck around with real G’s
Quick to snatch yo’ ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace!
I’ll let them niggas know it’s on for life
Don’t let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo’ caps peeled, you know

[Hook: 2Pac]
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn’t finish
Now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit ’em up!

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don’t know why I’m even on this track
Y’all niggas ain’t even on my level
I’ma let my little homies ride
On you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it!

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo’, pass the MAC
And let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin’ traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain’t never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I’m servin’ ya
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank ’cause I’ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin’ block I’m runnin’ through, nigga
And I’m smokin’ Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty/sour
I push packages every hour; I hit ’em up!

[Hook: 2Pac]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn’t finish
Now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit ’em up!

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain’t no freestyle battle, all you niggas gettin’ killed
With your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds, hopin’
Smokin’ dope, it’s like a sherm high
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin’ about you gettin’ money, but it’s funny to me
All you niggas livin’ bummy — why you fuckin’ with me?
I’m a self-made millionaire
Thug livin’, out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Now it’s all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn’t drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I’m back to set the record straight
With my AK, I’m still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit ’em up!

[Verse 4: Kadafi]
I’m from N-E-W Jers’ where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Lil’ Cease
I’ll bring you fake G’s to your knees, coppin’ pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click lootin’, shootin’ and pollutin’ your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin’ up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked

[Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean]
You’s a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I’ll tell you to your face you ain’t shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas’ in a choke
Gun totin’ smoke, we ain’t no motherfuckin’ joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin’
We approachin’ in the wide open, gun smokin’
No need for hopin’, it’s a battle lost
I got ’em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin’ off
Nigga, I hit ’em up!

[Outro: 2Pac]
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run, ha ha
They don’t wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin’ up tryna be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job?
We millionaires, killin’ ain’t fair
But somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don’t one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin’?
You’re fuckin’ with me, nigga
You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it!
But we ain’t singin’, we bringin’ drama
Fuck you and yo’ motherfuckin’ mama!
We gon’ kill all you motherfuckers!
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth
With a motherfuckin’ opinion
Well, this is how we gonna do this: fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie!
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfuckin’ crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!
Chino XL: fuck you too!
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!
(Take money, take money)
All of y’all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow!
Motherfucker, my .44 make sho’ all y’all kids don’t grow!
You motherfuckers can’t be us or see us
We motherfuckin’ Thug Life-riders, Westside ’til we die!
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
We’ll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job!
You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin’ mob!
Ain’t nothin’ but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
You niggas laugh ’cause our staff got guns under their motherfuckin’ belts
You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt
You niggas can’t feel it, we the realest
Fuck ’em, we Bad Boy killers!

Lil Durk – We Ball (feat. Booka600)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Fuck a footage, Nuski died in my face
I knew I lost my family, I seen the color of the tape
His mamma still mad, so I gave her a break
Break, bitch
Her OG’s starting to think that I’m fake
Chino, Asap, Pluto, Moski, Tayski, I can’t live without them
Gutta, that’s Zoo brother
I don’t know him, but heard a lot about him
Get smoked if you caught without it
Thinkin’ ’bout a pass, I doubt it
Opps took so many factors, had to go and buy some choppers
Niggas killed your homie, you ain’t even ride
Me and Booka from the Lam back to Steve Drive
Folk ‘nem extra
Folk ‘nem four, five deep
On Pluto, Folk ‘nem desperate
Shooting shit with no mask on
Fuck it ’cause Folk ‘nem catching
Have a kickback on your block
We poppin’ in every way
Why he keep on talking like we won’t turn him into a day?
Niggas snake me once, then it’s fuck niggas
And you know we Muslim, so they had to keep the blood in ’em
This will knock you cold, ain’t nobody put no slugs in ’em
Smoking on that Zeko, Fat Head, Tutu, Tooka, Lil Marc, Jojo
Yes, we do it! (Gang)

[Interlude: Lil Durk]
Doo-doo (Ooh, ooh)
Doo-doo

[Verse 2: Booka 600]
L’A lost his blood, nigga
If it was me, the one, they always had star, nigga
And we was having heart to heart discussions
Long nights in them trenches, shootouts bussin’
Fuck the opps, we smoke Brick up in the lobby
Got five brothers, they down for them bodies
Nobody told
Six ain’t got no love in ’em
Niggas out here spelling loyal, ain’t got love in it
These niggas bold
Lil Boo told me how it was, nigga
All eyes on us, don’t trust niggas
I feel his soul
Pull that AK, let up
Ain’t a opp out here I’m letting up on
Stello died for this shit, ain’t letting up on ’em
And I cried for that shit, this shit heavy on me (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free all my brothers, I gotta go get ’em
Can’t tell you the story ’cause I’ma die with ’em
You beefing with Folk ‘nem, I cannot get in it
If it’s not a foreign, I cannot get in it
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Made this shit when I was all in my feelings
In school, we posted up all in the building
Your homie had told, but that’s not my business (He told)
Niggas be trippin’
Lil nigga, you know what you did
It’s crazy, I heard you be fucking with kids
(Yeah, heard you fucking with kids)
(Murder, murder)
Nigga, we ballin’
Money to the jail, lawyers and bail
Money to the side to the side ‘case they be callin’
I’ma press one, niggas be dodging

[Outro: Lil Durk, Booka 600, and Both]
We don’t do this often
Catch a opp and off him
Nigga we ball
Yeah, yeah
600, 600 (600), Snitch-K
600 (600)
600 (600)
Snitch-K (Snitch-K)
600 (600)
300 (300)
300 (300)

Wizkid – Everytime (feat. Future)

Shizzi
Future Hendrix
Wizkid

[Verse 1]
Baby when you leave, i no go leave oh
Girl i wanna stay here with you
Mama tell me make i steady live life
Make i no dey jonze, make i dey there for you oh

She tell me say na you dey make me dey slow down
She tell me say na you dey make me calm down
She tell me say if i ever leave you i will never ever find one like you

Girl you got me high with your loving
If dey with me no one can stop me
Super man me need super woman
When you dey with me i feel like bigger man

Say you give me that wicked whine
Say you give me that wickedest whine
You make my temperature rise
Na only you dey make me feel the way i feel

Hook [Future]
I think about you every day every second
The way you move your body love your flexing
Got something in your whine make me hot

I think about you every day every second
The way you move your body love your flexing
Got something in your whine make me hot

Baby girl (Everytime)
Bad girl i want you more
Bad Girl I need You More
Bad girl i want you more
Bad Girl I need You More
Omoge i want you more

[Verse 2 – Wizkid]
When you travel with me, girl you know we (?)
First Class (?)
Sharp boy we land me no tease ya
When I dey with you, other girls got a margin
Girl you give me eye with your loving, loving
If you dey with me no one can stop me
Superman need a super woman
When you dey with me I feel like bigger man
Size 8 figure 8 oh, see when you shake oh, I no fit take o
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you

[Pre-Chorus – Future]
I think about you everyday every sec
The way you move your body, brand new flakes
You gat something in your whine that make me high

[Chorus – Wizkid & Future]
Baby baby girl, Everytime
Bad girl I want you more, Everytime
Bad girl I need you more, Everytime
Bad girl I want you more, Everytime
Bad girl I need you more, Everytime
Omoge I want you more, Everytime
Bad girl I need you more, Everytime
Omoge I want you more, Everytime
This bad boy need you more, Everytime

[Verse 3 – Wizkid & Future]
Girl you give me eye with your loving, loving
If you dey with me no one can stop me
Superman need a super woman
When you dey with me I feel like bigger man
Size 8 figure 8 oh, when you shake oh, I no fit take o
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you
And I always get a feeling that, if I love you back you would love me too
Take view to the (?)
We gon stay up and make love for seven days

Murs – Shakespeare On The Low (feat. Rexx Life Raj)

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know-oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

Hey, hey
She said she like my dreads
Dark skin, thick, wearin’ bright ass red
Red weave, and red shoe laces
She must not know I hang around them blue places
My homies bang the c
But still find trouble, wherever it be
But that’s not me, I try to keep it lowkey
I ain’t never been a g, I just wanna be free but
We affiliated so I never really dated any ladies from the other side of town
Now I know they all hatin’, but I’m tired of the waitin
Gotta get a baby girl right now
Montague piru and a crip capulet
Knew that we would start a war but I had no regrets
Madly in love so we had mad sex
But for some strange reason didn’t get a last text
Wanna fake her death
A plan so clever
When it all settled down we would run away together
But I never got a text, so when I saw her dead
I pulled the trigger on my pistol and I pointed at my head
When she woke up and saw I blew my brains out
She picked up the pistol and she went the same route
Star-crossed lovers shinin’ bright in the afterlife
Still holdin’ hands when they found us on that tragic night

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low oh)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (keep it on the low, keep it on the low)
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know-oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low oh)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (keep it on the low, keep it on the low)
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

Macklemore – Good Old Days (feat. Ke$ha)

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
Some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of these good old days

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I was thinking about the band
I was thinking about the fans
We were underground
Loaded merch in that 12-passenger van
In a small club in Minnesota
And the snow outside of 1st Ave
I just wanted my name in a star
Now look at where we at
Still growing up, still growing up
I’d be laying in my bed and dream about what I’d become
Couldn’t wait to get older, couldn’t wait to be someone
Now that I’m here, wishing I was still young
Those good old days

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
That some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
‘Cause someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of the good old days

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Wish I didn’t think I had the answers
Wish I didn’t drink all of that glass first
Wish I made it to homecoming
Got up the courage to ask her
Wish I would’ve gotten out of my shell
Wish I put the bottle back on that shelf
Wish I wouldn’t have worry about what other people thought
And felt comfortable in myself
Rooftop open and the stars above
Moment frozen, sneaking out, and falling in love
Me, you and that futon, we’d just begun
On the grass, dreaming, figuring out who I was
Those good old days

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
That some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
‘Cause someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of the good old days

[Verse 3: Macklemore & Kesha]
Never thought we’d get old, maybe we’re still young
May we always look back and think it was better than it was
Maybe these are the moments
Maybe I’ve been missing what it’s about
Been scared of the future, thinking about the past
While missing out on now
We’ve come so far, I guess I’m proud
And I ain’t worried about the wrinkles around my smile
I’ve got some scars, I’ve been around
I’ve thrown some pain, I’ve seen some things, but I’m here now
Those good old days

[Bridge: Kesha]
You don’t know what you’ve got
Till it goes, till it’s gone
You don’t know what you’ve got
Till it goes, till it’s gone

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
Some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of these good old days

Lizzo – Truth Hurts

[Intro]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Woo

[Verse 1]
I just took a DNA test, turns out I’m 100% that bitch
Even when I’m crying crazy
Yeah I got boy problems, that’s the human in me
Bling bling then I solve ‘Em, that’s the goddess in me
You coulda had a bad bitch, noncommittal
Help you with your career, just a little
You’re ‘posed to hold me down
But you’re holding me back
And that’s the sound of me not calling you back

[Chorus]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bon lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum dum, ay

[Verse 2]
You tried to break my heart
Oh that breaks my heart
That you thought you ever had it
No you ain’t from the start
Hey, I’m glad you’re back with your bitch
I mean who would wanna hide this?
I will never ever ever ever ever be your side chick
I put the sing in single
Ain’t worried ’bout a ring on my finger
You can tell your friend [?]
When you see ‘Em
It’s OK, he already in my DMs

[Chorus]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bon lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum dum, ay

[Bridge]
Imma hit you back in a minute
I don’t play tag, bitch I been it
We don’t fuck with lies
We don’t do goodbyes
We just keep it pushing like aye, aye, aye
Imma hit you back in a minute
I don’t play tag, bitch I been it
We don’t fuck with lies
We don’t do goodbyes
We just keep it pushing like aye, aye, aye

[Chorus]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bon lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum dum, ay

Leonard Cohen – Leaving The Table

I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game
I don’t know the people
In your picture frame
If I ever loved you, oh no, no
It’s a crying shame
If I ever loved you
If I knew your name
You don’t need a lawyer
I’m not making a claim
You don’t need to surrender
I’m not taking aim
I don’t need a lover, no, no, no
The wretched beast is tame
I don’t need a lover
So blow out the flame
There’s nobody missing
There is no reward
Little by little
We’re cutting the cord
We’re spending the treasure, oh no, no
That love cannot afford
I know you can feel it
The sweetness restored
I don’t need a reason
For what I became
I’ve got these excuses
They’re tired and they’re lame
I don’t need a pardon, no no, no no, no
There’s no one left to blame
I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game
I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game

Kodak Black – No Flockin 2 (Bodak Orange)

[Intro]
Haters so sad
KKK, KKK

[Verse]
Young nigga I got new money, I got new hunnids
I got old cap, pink 50’s and I got blue hunnids
Toolie go to thumpin’ jump out bustin’
Foolies go to runnin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
Better go to school or somethin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
And nigga I shoot for fun
Money moves, these bloody shoes
I’m trippin’ Christian Louboutin
Excuse me son, I beg your pardon
Get from round me, smoke a flock
This is draco, this a baby choppa
I’ve been so angry docta’
Drop 8 ounces in my baby bottle, baby bottle pop
I don’t Nae Nae, I don’t milly rock
Baby I just Kodak Bop, I do no flock
I don’t really do no feature, nigga I don’t need no swap
I don’t eat no broccoli, no mo’ ’cause doc I smoked a canteloupe
I’m smoking KK, you smoke BB
I shot Dae Dae with a BB
I’m spazzin’ on their asses fast so much got muscle spasms
My haters proud of me, ’cause obviously I’m who they tryin’ to be
Make it so damn hard to copy they still try to copy me
Mouth full of gold since 10 years old I hit a lick up top for these
Everybody watchin me, jockin’ my flows
Catch ’em out there went and dropped diamond teeth
If they ain’t permanent pull ’em out your teeth
Hop out with Shotgun Pete
Hoppin’ up out the Jeep
Hoppin’ out, hop, hoppin’ out with the heat
Pimpin’ bitches, I be trickin’ freaks
Tricked them for the treat
And I keep a mask on like it’s Halloween
Er’yday Halloween, C’est La Vie
Nigga, what you say about me?
You ain’t even in my league
Can’t let you intervene
This orange codeine right here, that’s yellow lean
Definitely, I can do the beat again and again
Right now, if I please
Cheddar please, I’m ’bout my chedda’ cheese
Give my chedda’ please
‘Specially, I got the melody
I got the recipe
I hop out every scene, I caught no felonies
Fuck a nigga mean?
My bitches yellow
But oranges be fittin’ me better, she sweeter than tangerine
Glock 23, came with a drum every gun I got a tambourine
Orange Balenciaga
I’m so unique, but my swagger mean
Arms Balenciaga
Nigga, you can’t tell if that is me
I just got these bands for free
Poking one as I cut my sleeve
Baby, that’s make believe
Maybe that’s made with lean
She said, maybe that’s Maybelline
Baby, that’s made with lean
Tramp do you want a lil’ trampoline
I be concrete in these skreets
Poke on one, I cut my sleeve
Baby, that make believe
Maybe, that’s made with lean
She say, maybe that’s Maybelline
Orange soda, that’s my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, that my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, orange everything, orange everything
Bodak Orange, Kodak anything
Orange everything
Woo, glee

Kranium – Meet & Beat

[Intro: (Female’s voice)]
You’re single for what?
Two days!
Only two days?
Single for two days
And what you wanna do?
I want to fuck
You’ve only been single for two days
I want to fuck!
…I want to scream
I want to moan
I want to…
I want to…
Yes!

[Verse 1]
Too many, many, many gyal, nah change though
Way a so me born, a so me damn grow
Gyal, you inna short hair, you no care though
Haffi come get with the damn flow
Link up, then me drink a Magnum
Then me draw fi a Magnum, the condom
Know say a bere fuck run
She have her man, but she still a give him bun

[Chorus]
‘Bout meet and greet…
Me waan meet and beat
Normally discrete
Your hole good, me haffi walk and speak…’bout it
Meet and greet…
Gyal, me waan meet and beat
Normally discrete
Your hole good, man haffi walk and speak…’bout it

[Verse 2]
Sit down pon buddy and ride fi me…
That’s all me a say
Gyal, shift your draws to the side fi me…
Or take it off fi me deh
Know say you waan fuck ’cause man a star
But you don’t give me none at all
Matter of fact, you know say me feel nice ’cause me just lef’ the bar
Anyway

[Chorus]
You waan meet and greet…
But, me waan meet and beat
You know me nuh talk much normally, but today me nah be discrete, Oh God
You waan meet and greet…
But, me waan meet and beat
Normally discrete, but today you know me a walk and speak

[Verse 3]
You nuh see how you look?
You nuh see how you’re hot?
You nuh see how you dress?
You nuh see wha’ you got?
Come yah, baby, lay down, make me touch you from the back
But, anyway
Gyal, man haffi put it in
Tight yuh fuck, draw fi mi vaseline
She a scream
Real number on man you know you waan pon your ting
But anyway

[Chorus]
‘Bout meet and greet…
Me waan meet and beat
Normally discrete
Your hole good, me haffi walk and speak…’bout it
Meet and greet…
Gyal, me waan meet and beat
Normally discrete
Your hole good, man haffi walk and speak…’bout it

[Outro]
You know your draws whole heap
When me touch your right place, inna tongues you a speak
Sit down pon buddy, baby
Sit down pon cocky, baby
Sit down and rock it like rocking chair, yeah yeah
Whine when you flow and shake
If you a Britney, a you me waan fi spear, you hear?

Dizzy Wright – Outrageous (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Black child got black waves
Gotta teach ’em to be brave
Ball up your fist and raise
Let ’em know we can’t be phased
Now everybody wanna a cop head
‘Cause this unarmed kid got shot dead
Look, Pac said niggas need change
Now the younger generation all hot heads
And start this rage into black folks
My granny need water, I’m in jet mode
I feel like Bryson with a trapsoul
Until I accomplish all my rap goals
Daddy went to jail when I was ten days
Twenty years gone as an inmate
Momma struggling to got the rent paid
Now I’m in the streets tryna have a big day
I realized now what it feel like
I know some real niggas doing real life
White boy kidnapped for six months
I heard his lawyer hit him with a sick life
Doing more time for the same crime
I can’t even leave past eight lines
You can tell this outrageous
Jail time feel like [?]
Only keep ’em there for the paycheck
And they wonder why niggas got big guns
The government only want the income
The homie got killed with a day left
I feel like I could be next up
Life move fast, better catch up
Cops shouldn’t be above the law
We all human, leave it up to God, aye

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I wonder when it’s really gonna change, mane
I wonder when we getting out the game, shame

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

Caleborate – Soul

[Verse 1]
This is for my seven day a week, always on they grind niggas
Sacrifice it all just so we can shine niggas
Taking care of their kids on that 9 to 5 nigga
I made this here for you ’cause you are my nigga
Now I don’t stress over these hoes
I obsess over these flows
I may as well be Messi ’cause I got so many goals
And I gotta reach ’em all like I’m Ash Ketchum
Cause in this life you get one shot and it’s my last second
Now watch me pass goal, get my dough, break my daddy out of jail
Buy my mama a new house, somewhere in the Berkley Hills
Take my niggas cross the world then come back and pay my bills
Level up on everybody and remain real

[Hook]
See don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Better fight and don’t let ’em make you fold, god damn
Break the mold god damn, break the mold, god damn
Don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let ’em take your soul, god damn
I said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let em

[Verse 2]
This is for my day one, ride or die, free the ankle niggas
Used to have to eat cup noodles for dinner
Hit my mama couch to do my laundry in the winter
We was on that block tryna make a way, make a way out
Granny died, had to tell mama "it’s okay now"
What you no about no lights and water at 16
And you grown as fuck and they tell you to get a job and stop playing
And your bank account is so immature ’cause that shit ain’t got no cents
But you can’t stop and won’t stop, you just tighten up your belt

[Hook]
See don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Better fight and don’t let ’em make you fold, god damn
Break the mold god damn, break the mold, god damn
Don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let ’em take your soul, god damn
I said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let em

Zedd & Liam Payne – Get Low (Street Video)

It takes two to love
But that don’t mean much
Sensitive tough, you don’t get enough
I’ve been drowning in you, lost in the rush
Faded, you stuck? I’ll help you up

Don’t care if you’re too loud
Sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whispering in your ear
What do you wanna feel?
Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take over the wheel
And give you the touch you’re missing

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

Beautiful as you are, I wanna light up your dark
Maybe you don’t believe in me
It’s hard to know what you see in me
Don’t be quick to say no
My chest is your pillow
Come out of the shadows, I know that you’re fragile, yeah

Don’t care if you’re too loud
Sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whispering in your ear
What do you wanna feel?
Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take over the wheel
And give you the touch you’re missing

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want that
When the water come down, Imma get in that

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

I’m right here, you know, when your waves explode
Escape the undertow
Know that you’ve been broken
Know that you’ve been hoping
Swimming in your ocean
A new life is floating
The stars were made to shine
Reach up and make a wish
It’s a beautiful time, I hope you take a glimpse
With the sound of lovers blowing crazy in the wind
You don’t have to pretend
I don’t care where you’ve been

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want that
When the water come down, Imma get in that
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low

Jay IDK – Baby Scale

[Verse 1: IDK]
Baby Scale mean balance
The Gabby Douglas of rap
The conscience nigga that can teach on trap
The one that everybody saying sound like this or that
But more or less, number one when I piss on tracks
I’m here, got my hand up in a class full of dummies
It’s funny, back then they ain’t want me
Now they still don’t want me, its funny
I’m still in the race with your major label signee
So I don’t need a TIP my attitude been on Tiny
You been origami
You been folding, filling your folders up
But still sleep I’m just scolding my eyes is never shut
Shut the fuck up, I fuck up a cup, I fuck up a check
And if you fuck with me then you know who that I’m fucking up next (You)
The best new nigga just clocked in, ching-ching
Nine out of ten new rappers, doo-doo rappers
They say lyrics ain’t cool no more, I’m like sheesh
I guess after this shit drop I’m might peace (Bye)
Deuces up with a deuce-deuce in my boot
I’ll never call it truce, I boom boom and then reply oops
I play the flute while you play your position
If your position is snake, I know when the playing finished
I know when the aim is different
I been shooting for stars
You just shooting for the money
I’m aiming to hit the hearts, flatline
I’m here to straighten all these rappers up, flat iron
They counted me out before we even hit halftime

[Interlude: IDK & Yung Gleesh]
HA! Run that shit from the top
Fuck they talkin bout. Ay Lo (kill moe) get me right
Gleetchie, shit bag shawty and all that there mane
Cleansides finest, turn the music up
30 thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbing
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout

[Verse 2]
I got the shotty mouth
I gotta chalk em out
I get my nigga Gleesh, he gonna stomp ’em out
Use to like love and peace, I like destruction now
I was in love wit her, we just be fucking now
Say you got work but I guess it ain’t working now
Say you got plugs, well I guess that the circuit out
I just be telling the truth, fuck the purpin’ out
Any you niggas want beef then I’m servin’ out
Steak
Free smoke, free smoke (Aye)
Repo, repo (Aye)
They take yo chain, take yo watch, take your car take house and yo hoe (Aye)
Where I’m from they don’t play (Yea)
Hit a lick around the way (Yea)
They rob ya momma, kill yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day
That’s the mentality
Them niggas be wildin’ out
That shit is sad to me
But that’s the reality
So that’s why I don’t give a fuck if a rap nigga mad at me
I shed a tear and I blame it on allergies
Mama just died and I claim it don’t damage me
Meanwhile, emotions is breaking the man in me
Try to throw shade and I’m breaking your canopy
I’m best rapper
Where I’m from nigga
Far as I’m concerned
NOOOO body better
Fuck yo analytics
Fuck a stream, fuck a team
I can walk a balance beam while I sing
Juggle, spit a 16 and be humble
Struggled 2015, now I’m leveled
Even at the top level, I don’t settle
Working off the late night, Jimmy Kimmel
Just to be on Jimmy Kimmel
I’m tryna put everybody on
But I’m put on myself first
I gotta give up my self-worth
I gotta filter the love and thirst
Niggas be thinking the love is real
You gotta pop 20 Xanny pills
Just to probably know how a nigga feels
I don’t feel shit
If yo ass ain’t a friend to me
Free flock, screaming STP
Rest In Peace
Falling off nigga that be the death of me
Everyone can get it, everyone a critic
When you this high, everyone one a midget
2010 yea, J. Cole said it
Mama lookin’ down, praying for a nigga
Next 30 days, Jay gone get it
Gone