Gavin DeGraw – Making Love With The Radio On

One, two, three, four I tried giving up
Walked through quite enough
Had to call it a day
From an ex who showed up falling to
Grand piano falling on the edge of the parkway
Got no good advice Hotline called me twice
Said, "I went through the wall
Do you have a quote to lend me
Or a friend to send me?"
But I got no help at all
So I loosened my lips
And let a little prayer I memorized
Do what I just wished
And suddenly, to my surprise
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Snatched my medicine light it like Edison
Turned it right up to the sky
You’re my absolutely fictional
Pure perfection my Venetian boat ride
Blown out speakers and worn out tweeters
And still I get the effect
If you got my go-to living
Even get me in the spirit
Even if I’m a complete wreck
Don’t you call it a flaw
Everybody needs some a peace of mind
It should be the law
To take a little private time
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
I want to feel like this, so hold me forever
Emotions are real like this and flow like a river
And you are the only one
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that sound
Engine running and I’m homeward bound
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
With the radio
With the radio, with with the radio

LUDACRIS – Vitamin D lyrics

Aw yeah, yeah!
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda….

She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca]
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ shit
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it

Ludacris – Vitamin D (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Ludacris]
Aw yeah, yeah
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca]
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ shit
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby

Yo, VIP, let’s kick it!

Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye
The kid don’t play
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
I’m tryin’ to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ’s say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Yo man, let’s get out of here
Word to your mother

Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold

Tate Kobang – Dis Side

[Intro]
See
What the problem is
Ya’ll niggas talk too fucking much
[?] they’re talking
[?]
DJ [?] here
Tate Kobang
We do this for Baltimore

Yeah
If you ain’t ready for this we come back

[Hook]
We don’t get no hatin’ over dis side
Niggas gettin’ money over dis side
Ain’t no punt fakin’ over dis side
Niggas really shooting over dis side
Keep on hating shit over there
Heard them niggas snitching over there
They claiming enemy trenches over there
Them niggas really bitches over there

[Verse: Tate Kobang]
All black cars deep tints for niggas
Four-nine MMs that’s for triggers
Money coming slow got the drop on some dealers
Catch them stumblin’ out of the club on liquor
We been getting money for a minute on the low
Twelve keep watching think a nigga’s sellin’ blow
Anybody fucking up the paper gotta go
Came up from the bottom ain’t a nigga cold as snow
Had to take some time off just to get my head right
Rest in peace to school that got me scared to stop at red lights
Pipe clutchin’, niggas bussin’, no discussin’
Told my kids we’ll come at home and daddy love you
Niggas see you at the top won’t send shots
Couple niggas on call love spend blocks
If a nigga gettin’ money just congratulate him
Why you thinkin’ we gon’ make it that you had to hate him
It’s enough money for a saw
Came in broke all I wanna do is ball
Hate to see you down but they love to watch you fall
Mama struggle that’s why I don’t give a fuck at all
Give a fuck at all

[Hook]
We don’t get no hatin’ over dis side
Niggas gettin’ money over dis side
Ain’t no punt fakin’ over dis side
Niggas really shooting over dis side
Keep on hating shit over there
Heard them niggas snitching over there
They claiming enemy trenches over there
Them niggas really bitches over there

[Outro]

Rihanna – Pon De Replay (Internet Version)

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do
Let’s go, dip it low, then you bring it up slow
Wind it up one time, wind it back once more

(Come)
Run
(Run)
Run
(Run)
Everybody move
(Run)
Lemme see you move
(And)
Rock it to the groove
(Done)

Shake it ?til the moon becomes the sun
(Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a "run"
(Run)
If you ready to move say it
(Yeah)
One time for your mind say it
(Yeah, yeah)

Well I’m ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove
Im’a show you how to move

Come, come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in the club gon be rockin’ when I’m through
Let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers
Move both ya feet and run to the beat

(Come)
Run

(Run)
Run
(Run)
Everybody move
(Run)
Lemme see you move
(And)
Rock it to the groove
(Done)

Shake it ’til the moon becomes the sun
(Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a "run"
(Run)
If you ready to move say it
(Yeah)
One time for your mind say it
(Yeah, yeah)

Well I’m ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove
Im’a show you how to move

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Turn the music up right now

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Turn the music up right now

Okay everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

Everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin’ some more watts
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up?

Ke$ha – We R Who We R

Hot and dangerous
If you’re one of us, then roll with us
‘Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
And we’ve got our hot-pants on and up
And yes of course we does, we running this town just like a club
And no, you don’t wanna mess with us
Got Jesus on my necklace

I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)

[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!

DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth

I’m telling you ’bout the shit we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)

I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)

[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!

DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up uuuup)

[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!

Sean Leon – Deep End (Off The) (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Hook]
They on my wave again
East end, deep end on a wave again
Ex bitch in my face again
Hit it once and tell her I need space again, yeah
Might just rock the fade again
Plotting in my mama base again, woo!
They on my wave again
Fuck you, goodnight, dawg I wave to them

[Bridge]
I don’t fuck with niggas, still they tried to steal the flow
Bail my DJ out and kill a show
Fuck I need a deal for, I’ve been dealing dope
If I can get it slow, my family good for sure

[Verse 1]
Came out of my slumber to fuck up the summer, aye
Can’t help but wonder why they front in public when they got my number (aye!)
Can’t help but wonder, you give me your two cents I’ll gladly refund ya (aye!)
I’ve been on to something
I made me a someone with nothing and no one, yeah (aye!)
Don’t beef over
Or need me no sleepover bitches
She wanna leave me like all the time, say "Maui, it’s me or the bitches"
We fight like all the time, we don’t agree on the bitches, yeah
Call up my side bitch from time to time to let off some steam on a bitch quick
They know that wave coming through on some tidal shit…
They know that wave coming through like it rained 40 days, on some bible shit

[Verse 2]
It ain’t no conspiracy, niggas is fearing me
Girls wanna marry me, boys wanna mirror me
Cause I want to live a sweet life, hating niggas wanna bury me
Getting head, counting bread, some days that’s therapy

[Hook]
They on my wave again
East end, deep end on a wave again
Ex bitch in my face again
Hit it once and tell her I need space again, yeah
Might just rock the fade again
Plotting in my mama base again, woo!
They on my wave again
Fuck you, goodnight, dawg I wave to them

[Bridge]
I don’t fuck with niggas, still they try to steal the flow
Bail my DJ out and kill a show
Fuck I need a deal for, I’ve been dealing dope
If I can get it slow, my family good for sure

[Verse 3]
Peel a blunt I need it right now
High as fuck, I’m weeded right now
Can you come, I need it right now
Can you come, I need it right now
Can you come, I need it
Me and yours and yours and yours
Tell your friends they’re eatin’, then we gon’ repeat it
People changing like the seasons
Doesn’t phase me cause I’m seasoned
Give a man a reason, give a man a reason
Why you even tweeting if you gon’ delete it?
That shit got me tweaking, that shit got me beasting
Now a nigga eating, yeah a nigga eating
Need a bitch to need me, fuck me twice and leave me
If it ain’t a Raptor on the TV, it’s Apple on the TV
What happened to ’em?

[Outro]
I tell that ting to bring a friend
I hit it once, hit it again
Fuck them niggas from your ends
The 905 got me on 10
I tell that ting to bring a friend
I hit it once, hit it again
Fuck them niggas from your ends
The 905 got me on 10

Ed Sheeran – Barcelona (÷ Divide Deluxe Album)

[Verse 1]
Will get up, up on the dancefloor tonight
I’ve got two left feet and a bottle of red wine
Making me feel like the beat and the bassline
Are in my blood, both hands up on her waistline
Get on up, baby, dance to the rhythm of the music
Don’t care what the DJ chooses
Get lost in the rhythm with me
Please don’t close until we wanna leave it

[Chorus]
And you and I we’re flying on an aeroplane tonight
We’re going somewhere where the sun is shining bright
Just close your eyes
And let’s pretend we’re dancing in the street
In Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona

[Verse 2]
Will get up, up on the dancefloor, move, it’s a Saturday night
I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight
Reflected in your beautiful eyes
I guess that is destiny doing it right
And dance like they do in the Mediterranean
Spin you around me again and again, and
You’re like something that God has sent me
I want you, baby, solamente

[Chorus]
And you and I we’re flying on an aeroplane tonight
We’re going somewhere where the sun is shining bright
Just close your eyes
And let’s pretend we’re dancing in the street
In Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Oh, Barcelona
So let’s pretend we’re dancing in the street
In Barcelona

[Verse 3]
Las ramblas, I’ll meet you
We’ll dance around la Sagrada Familia (Barcelona)
Drinking sangría
Mi niña, te amo mi cariño (Barcelona)
Mamasita rica
Sí, te adoro, señorita (Barcelona)
Los otros, viva la vida
Come on, let’s be free in Barcelona
Las ramblas, I’ll meet you
Come on and dance with me in Barcelona
Drinking Sangría
I just want to be in Barcelona
Mamasita, rica
Feel that summer breeze in Barcelona
Nosotros, viva la vida
Siempre vida, Barcelona

Kumi Koda – Ultraviolet

Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Fight back 髪かすめ グラついた
Fight back 衝撃の瞬間
Attack like a machine gun fire!
tra ta ta ta ta tra tra ta ta ta ta ta

Don’t let 容赦なく胸にdope
Never ever let them tell you what you should like
ただリズム感じてinside
ch-k ch-k cha ch-k ch-k ch-k cha cha

邪魔はさせない 終わらせられない
自分信じ行くべき場所higher higher
踏み込んだsingle step
引けないnever back
嫌だった自分、過去へ
賭けに出ましょうLet’s go

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Oh Never gonna give it up
自信 higher higher
Never gonna give it up
声はlouder louder
Attack like a machine gun
tra ta ta ta ta tra tra ta ta ta ta ta

Don’t let 容赦なく胸にdope
こんな経験したことない No way!
心で叫ぶ I know Just listen up listen up, rhythm inside

邪魔はさせない 終わらせられない
自分信じ行くべき場所higher higher
踏み込んだsingle step
引けないnever back
嫌だった自分、過去へ
賭けに出ましょうLet’s go

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

I’m here I’m real 回せDJ
もうparty going never ever
終わらぬparty 涙にもう溺れない
ただ live it live it up live it live it up
Uhhh Singing now そうBoy you got it in ya
Uhhh Singing now そうloud like that

邪魔はさせない 終わらせられない
Higher higher
踏み込んだsingle step
引けないnever back
Never give up never give up

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Gonna live it up, live it up till the sun’s out

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Gotta work it baby na na na na
Gotta twerk it baby na na na na
Are you feeling this ultraviolet night

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now
Get it get it now Get it get it now

Get ready for the night ready ready for the night

Feeling this ultraviolet night

COSMO – Lights Out lyrics

Yeah…oh…
Lights out [x2]

I’m late to the party ‘cause it started at 9
I gotta call up my ex, so I’m runnin’ behind
I’m wearing my stilettos with a couple of…
And tonight, I’m hanging up ‘cause I wanna get loose

I think I’m gonna fall in love with the DJ tonight…
And make him press all my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

And turn the…

[Chorus: ]

(lights out)
I just wanna move (wanna move)
Now turn the…(lights out)
Wind me up and see what I can do
Turn the…(lights out)
Don’t you wanna play (wanna play)
And turn the…(lights out)
We can party (and party)

And wave hands in the air and my make-up is smeared
I think I’m loosing my mind, so many boys up in here
And the damn VIP is the place for me
I’m not with that…but I’m cool as can be

I think I fell in love with the DJ tonight…
I let him press my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

We turn the…

[Chorus x2]

And when the light’s out…

This is the part when you turn me on (uh huh)
This is the part when you turn me on
But first, you press play, and then turn me on
First you press play, and then you turn me on.

Put your hands up [x4]
Hands up (x2)

[Chorus]

L-l-l-lights out…(x5)

Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle) (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

Lupe Fiasco & Gizzle – Jump (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

Ela nao e Santa – Mc Mirella feat. Delano letra

Letra Mc Mirella – Ela nao e Santa

Ela nao e santa
Mas dançando faz milagre. (x2)

Ela sobe
Ela desce
Ela desce
Ela sobe
Com o bumbum tremendo com vontade. (x3)

Ela nao pode ouvir
Aquele beat envolvente
Nao pode escutar
A potência do grave
Quando o DJ Marcelinho solta o ponto
Ela treme com vontade.
Versuri-lyrics.info

Ela sobe
Ela desce
Ela desce
Ela sobe
Com o bumbum tremendo com vontade. (x2)

Quando o DJ do baile solta o ponto
Ela desce na maldade.

Ela sobe
Ela desce
Ela desce
Ela sobe
Com o bumbum tremendo com vontadeee. (x2)
Mc Mirella letras
Video Santa

Richard Ashcroft – A Song For The Lovers

I spend the night
Yeah, looking for my inside in a hotel room
Waiting for you
We’re gonna make it tonight
Yeah, something in the air tells me that time is right
So we’ve better get it on

DJ, play a song for the lovers, tonight
Please, play a song for the lovers, tonight

Don’t want to wait
Lord, I’ve been waiting all my life but I’m too late again
I know but I was scared
Can’t you see, oh, I’m moving like a train, into some foreign land
That you got on
A ticket for this ride, but I will

Ooh, this is a song for my lover, tonight
Today, play a song for my lover, tonight

One more for the lovers

Can’t stop looking back, no no

Nadia Rose – U Know What (Highly Flammable Album)

[Hook]
Yo, get to know if you don’t know what
Grown up and you know what
Runnin’ from the you know what’s
Stuntin’ in my you know what’s
Reppin’ in the you know what, what
I bring the light, they ain’t got no watts
They ain’t got no what? They ain’t got no watts
Get to know if you don’t know what

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was playin’ around
But I ain’t playin around, afraid not
Thought that I was waitin’ around
But I ain’t waitin’ around for my spot, not
‘Cause I stay winnin’ like I’m you know what
And I stay sippin’ on some you know what
Got the major key like I’m you know what

[Verse 2]
Mmm, slow jam we can listen to some you know what
Touchin’ on my you know what
Do it till I you know what
Do it to you, know what
Do it in the you know what
But we still turn up when the music stops
Put a finger up to the you know what
Work in the morning, but you know what
Get to know if you don’t know what

[Hook]
Get to know if you don’t know what
Grown up and you know what
Runnin’ from the you know what’s
Stuntin’ in my you know what’s
Reppin’ in the you know what, what
I bring the light, they ain’t got no watts
They ain’t got no what? They ain’t got no watts
Get to know if you don’t know what

[Verse 3]
Get to know if you don’t know, ooh
Roll up a big fat zoot
Runnin’ from the boys in blue
Stuntin’ in my new brand news
Whippin’ in the va-va-vroom
I bring the tunes, yeah I make it boom
Yeah I make it boom, yeah my ting goes boom
Get to know if don’t know, ooh

[Verse 4]
Get to know, get with the know
You don’t wanna step to me, no
You don’t wanna send for me, no
Weed, bud, plenty of those leaves
You don’t wanna get me involved
You don’t wanna live life on the edge
Don’t like you, but they like me instead
And my ting’s pimped, straight ten out of ten
DJ, run that again, let me come again

[Hook]
Get to know if you don’t know what
Grown up and you know what
Runnin’ from the you know what’s
Stuntin’ in my you know what’s
Reppin’ in the you know what, what
I bring the light, they ain’t got no watts
They ain’t got no what? They ain’t got no watts
Get to know if you don’t know what

[Breakdown]
DJ, run that again, let me come again
DJ, run that again, let me come again
DJ, run that again, let me come again
DJ, run that again, let me come again

[Verse 5]
Mmm, lemme come twice
Lemme come ’round, lemme come inside
If my ting gets wet, don’t soak it in rice
I get brain, I get advice, here’s some advice
Get to know if you don’t
Please remain calm, we don’t want no smoke
Sexy time, know if I rock your boat
You should get to know the ting if you don’t

[Verse 6]
Let me come bad up the ting
Bad pon di street and mi bad pon rhythm
Bad in polyester, bad in linen
Bad for your health, need penicillin
If I ain’t too busy then I pencil it in
More time, gonna be reschedulin’
This is my house and you ain’t gettin’ in
You should really get with the ting

[Hook]
Get to know if you don’t know what
Grown up and you know what
Runnin’ from the you know what’s
Stuntin’ in my you know what’s
Reppin’ in the you know what, what
I bring the light, they ain’t got no watts
They ain’t got no what? They ain’t got no watts
Get to know if you don’t know what

[Outro]

MISSY ELLIOTT – I’m Better lyrics

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you know [?]

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy so hot, I’m from Vee-e-e
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so blind date
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy Elliott – I’m Better (feat. Lamb)

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 1: Missy]
He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you don’t know nann hoe

[Bridge: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 2: Missy]
Missy so hot, I’m from VA
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so grande
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

[Bridge 2: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 3: Missy]
Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

[Bridge 3: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy Elliott – I’m Better lyrics

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you know [?]

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy so hot, I’m from Vee-e-e
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so blind date
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Substantial – Lasting Impression (feat. Wayna) (The Past Is Always Present In The Future Album)

[Chorus]
Maryland, yall got me cuz (Yeah!)
Sub & The Stuy come rock with us (Yeah!)
DC, yall got me cuz (Yeah!)
HiPNOTT in the spot come rock w/ us (Yeah!)
Eh, VA yall got me cuz (Yeah!)
You know this joint ji crank come rock with us (Yeah!)
Worldwide get live with us (Yeah!)
Turn the volume way up come rock with us (Yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Can’t end before it begins
No one does it alone and we too old to play pretend
This is for my supporters fans family and friends
Wifey for sticking by me like we was Siamese twins
Last line was generic, my status ain’t that’s apparent
Came up on the low like I be shopping in clearance
And I do, ‘cause my biz more important than my appearance
Shouldn’t judge by the cover but you can tell this shit serious!
The past is always present in the future!!!
I ain’t going nowhere but up
Was naming your favorite rapper ‘fore you was lookin’em up
Advising some legends ‘fore you acknowledge my presence
Marathoning these sprinters while minimizing my effort
Maximizing my gains a rapper thats gots some brains
Flew my family out the country for $200 and some change
I be stacking them miles I’m frequently on them fliers
When you stay above the clouds it’s easy to take it higher
Lets go… go… go… go… go… eh!
Battle tested and approved
Yall were bodied in your party, asphyxiated your crew
Kinda shit we use do when dudes battled over rhythms
Beatbox, lunch table or a trash radio system
Handclaps, DJ… but eventually I moved on
‘Cause unlike bammas nowadays I make pretty good songs
I never shuck and jive for muthaphucas live
I make the type of music that help people reconstruct their lives
I know yall love right, so keep it on repeat…
Still climbing like I don’t know a peak
Flowing like you disabled, you sounding like you don’t know a beat
Rockin the ark when paired with loops dirtier than Noah’s feet
Couldn’t pay’em to notice me, now they pay ‘cause they know it’s me
Heads turning like rotaries, knowin’ he’s awesome totally
Exes who still ain’t over me realigning their ovaries
Respected globally, now they lovin me locally
Urban legend, surely reppin MD you better know it, we here!

[Bridge: Wayna]
How lucky to be
Apart of legacy
Now you can come with me
And we could be…
Legendary!

[Verse 2]
These songs are one part of my legacy
But time will tell what will come from these youngins that met me
Tan, yellow, white, red, ebony, armed with verbal weaponry
Topple obstacles that stand between them and destiny
Haters, fakers and shottas, light takers and coppers
Who wanna eff up your chakras but don’t let none of that stop ya
Gotcha…
Live our dreams while we’re awake now that’s the mantra
When you carried the weight remember who was there to spot ya!
(Keep pushing… take it from tippy!)

[Chorus]
Wayna, you got me cuz (Yeah!)
I appreciate you, Queen for rocking with us (Yeah!)
Kokayi, you got me cuz (Yeah!)
My brother from another mother be rockin’ w/ us (Yeah!)
QN5, yall got me cuz (Yeah!)
Still holding me down, they rockin’ with us (Yeah!)
Worldwide get live with us (Yeah!)
Let The Stuy take us home come ride with us! (Yeah!)

Pink – God is a dj – spider dub Lyrics

I’ve been the girl with her skirt pulled high
In the outcast never running with mascara eyes
Now I see the world as a candy store
With a cigarette smile, saying things you can’t ignore
Like mommy I love you
Daddy I hate you
Brother I need you
Lover, hey, fuck you
I can see everything here with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky

If God is a DJ life is a dance floor
Love is a rhythm you are the music
If God is a DJ life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given
It’s all how you use it

God I’ve been the girl, middle finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors, the truth I don’t care
So open your mouth and stick out your tounge
You might as well let go you can’t take back what you’ve done
So find a new lifestyle
A reason to smile
Look for nirvana
Under the strobe lights
Sequins and sex dreams
You whisper to me there’s no reason to cry

If God is a DJ life is a dance floor
Love is a rhythm you are the music
If God is a DJ life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given
It’s all how you use it

You take what you get and you get what you give
I say don’t run from yourself, man that’s no way to live
I’ve got a record in my bag you should give it a spin
Lift your hands in the air so that life can begin

If God is a DJ
If God
Say if God is a DJ
If God
God is a DJ
Then life is a dance floor
If God is a DJ
Get your ass on the dance floor now

If God is a DJ life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm you are the music
If God is a DJ life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given
It’s all how you use it

If God is a DJ life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm you are the music
Then you are the music
If God is a DJ the life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given
It’s all how you use it

If God is a DJ life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given
It’s all how you use it
If God is a DJ life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm you are the music
If God is a DJ life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given
It’s all how you use it

DJ Fresh & Diplo – Bang Bang (feat. R. City, Selah Sue & Craig David)

[Chorus: R. City]
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
(Boomerang!)
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang

[Verse 1: R. City]
Well they call me a murderer
If you let me get too close, I will be hurtin’ ya
When I got you feeling good, by [?] you should
[?] criminal police like me do

[Pre-Chorus: Selah Sue]
I feel your heartbeat
Every day and every night, every night
And your love kills me
Kills me like a homicide, homicide
I can’t live, can’t breath
I just need you by my side, by my side
Cause your love kills me
Kills me like a homicide, homicide
Like a homicide

[Chorus: R. City]
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground

[Verse 2: Craig David]
Bang, bang, hit the ground
It’s a murder just to hear man down
Back it up like champion sound
DJ press rewind, come back ’round
Never thought that you would do me like that
After holding you down up in these streets
Especially as it was only last night
You were looking back at me in my sheets, yeah
It feels like nobody knows
Blood staining out my clothes, pulling me with such force
I never felt this before
When you pull out your gun and let the bullet go
Shoot in my heart and once I hit the floor

[Pre-Chorus: Selah Sue]
I feel your heartbeat
Every day and every night, every night
And your love kills me
Kills me like a homicide, homicide
I can’t live, can’t breath
I just need you by my side, by my side
Cause your love kills me
Kills me like a homicide, homicide
Like a homicide

[Chorus: R. City]
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground

[Breakdown: R. City]
Bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang
You knock me down
I hit the ground
I can’t get back up, ka-
Bang bang

TINIE TEMPAH – Chasing Flies lyrics

I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Tinie Tempah – Chasing Flies (feat. Nea)

[Intro: Man & Nea]
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah]
So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

[Intro: Man & Nea]
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Tinie Tempah – Chasing Flies lyrics

I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Rae Sremmurd – Black Beatles (On The Ellen Show) (Live)

Black beatles in the city be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn’t receive ‘em
But you said you didn’t need them

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Gettin’ so cold I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothing to explain
I’m a fuckin black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin John Lennon lenses like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screamin’ "everybody’s famous"
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling
She think she love me
I think she trollin’

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb’, real life goals
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There’s so much money on the floor we buyin school clothes
Watch me break the money machine till her clothes fall
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I eurostep past a hater like I’m Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
My Chapos servin’ yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

She’s a good teaser, and we blowin’ reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don’t fuck with me, I’ll break your heart, baby
D&G on me, I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I’m tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I’m rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I’m rich, I’m still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80’s
I’ve been blowin’ OG Kush, I feel a lil’ sedated
I can’t worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

LUPE FIASCO – Jump lyrics

Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin’ old models, lowered old schools
Flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that “Superstar” shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take ’bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, “I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like”
She said, “My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life”
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, “Nigga hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard
And she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like “What is this?”
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, “What the fuck?”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain’t in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

Lupe Fiasco – Jump lyrics

Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin’ old models, lowered old schools
Flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that “Superstar” shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take ’bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, “I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like”
She said, “My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life”
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, “Nigga hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard
And she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like “What is this?”
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, “What the fuck?”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain’t in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

Poison – Every Rose Has It’s Thorn

We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did?
Did my words not come out right?
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that’s why they say

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does

I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say love’s a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know?
Has he ever felt like this?
And I know that you’d be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Though it’s been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains

I know I could have saved a love that night if I’d known what to say
Instead of makin’ love we both made our separate ways
And now I hear you found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Lethal Bizzle – Round Here Lyrics

[Intro: Lethal Bizzle]
Biz
Giggs
Yo

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Verse 1: Lethal Bizzle]
Check 1, four fizzy in the air
One shot, two shot, three shot, clear
And you know that we got a transit spare
Case we gotta run up on your rer
Man don’t care if you go gym and you [?]
Or if you rock Moncler
Talking tough? Man might call that bluff
Then next thing you know, you disappear
Dear oh dear, I don’t wanna hear no he said, she said
He’s gonna do that, my G, you’re on ket
Badboy on the internet
But in real life, man ah man know that you’re just wet
Talk out the side of your mout, but one thing I know
My name, you’re gonna respect
Violation or wasting my time
You already know that’s something I won’t let
Man wanna go on like some Musketeer
Talk about P, my P, you’re not near
500 when I step into gear
Look in the rear view, don, you’re not there
Ten years plus, yo, I know it’s not fair
And I’ll do another ten, I can see clear
I’m on a different page
Two seventeen, I’m on a different wave

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Man’s that kid that’s local, vocal
DJ, mix that Pro Tool
He say, she say, so-called, so what?
Babe, quick, get that phone call
If that strap’s got sixteen bullets
Man gon’ get that total
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Greaze, greaze, greaze
It’s that kid that flipped that token
Grabbed that, left that broken
It’s that kid that lit that spliff
What, Biz, what? Get that potion
It’s that kid that knocked that door
What? Knock-knock, kicked that open
Greaze, greaze, please
Leave man, please
Man just crept and tiptoed and hold ’em
Clip the prick that’s been chosen
Man just lit the pricks up and smoke ’em
Man get lifted and soaken
Man get gassed up off all this social
Man’s got big shit in motion
Man’s too sick to be loafing, joking
Man’s too big to be boasting

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Outro: Flowdan]
London boys
(Trackerz)