Ice Cube – Don’t Bring Me No Bag Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey man, get the door
These mother fuckers think it’s CVS around this bitch
Tell him we ain’t ’bout that shit

[Interlude: Menace II Society (1993): Chauncy & Nick]
Yo, who is it?
Uhh, Nick
Yo, nigga, what up?
Oh, nothin’
Why you come to this motherfucker so early all the time, man?
You-you said 1 o’clock
I don’t give a fuck what I said, nigga
I don’t get out the bed before two-thirty
Don’t come through this motherfucker so early next time, nigga
Understood
Let’s see what’chu got

[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

[Bridge]
Ain’t no disrespect (disrespect), well maybe it is
Ain’t no trappin’ here (Trappin’ here), well look here now, bitch
Ain’t no Oxycontin (No oxycontin), no coke or no thizz
Have you forgotten (You forgotten) who the fuck that I is?

[Verse 1]
Trap or die, that’s a lie, niggas fry or testify
Superfly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize
Niggas do shit and justify
You can do shit and get euthanized
I could do shit, that’s no surprise
Serve your ass, two piece and fries

[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

[Verse 2]
You niggas high as fuck (High as fuck), got slow reaction
I done sobered up (Sobered up) and I’m down for action
And I fuck you up (Fuck you up), if you come ’round askin’
Don’t try to play me (Try to play me) like I’m Anglo-Saxon
You a mouse in a trap house, I’m a dog in a cat house
I’m comin’ like Harriet Tubman, you comin’ like Harry the drug man
Some niggas don’t give a fuck, man, ’bout they own people sufferin’
Talkin’ ’bout that they strugglin’, made somethin’ from nothin’

[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

[Verse 3]
I’ma kill me a dope dealer
I’ma douse me a trap house
Who let the dogs out?
I’ma make niggas crawl out
I’ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma (Jesus and they momma)
Right before they vomit (Before they vomit) blood out they stomach (Blood out they stomach)
This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily
And this’ll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle
And this’ll make you meet your maker, understand that he’s the baker
Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker

[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

[Outro]
Don’t bring me no bag
Don’t bring me no bag
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house

O.T. Genasis – Cut Lyrics

[Intro: O.T. Genasis]
O.T
Yeah you know this so hard man
I ain’t even getting on this one
I did what I had to do, ooh!
All I want is money
All I want is money
Top down, show the cleavage
This right here the remix

[Hook: O.T. Genasis & Young Thug]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it (whoops), but it, but it, but it
But it, but it, but it, but it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to but it
Your price is way too high, you need to but it

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I need some racks like a shottas
I might just go and rob the bread truck
I got your bitch in the spotty
Make her suck dick ‘til I’m fed up
These bitches they know I don’t play with them
They know that my niggas will spray on them
We lie to these bitches like rugs
We tell ‘em anything to lay with them
She come and do it ‘cause I’m not a disgrace
She gon’ follow me way to the private jet place
I’ma keep me a rubber, I can’t leave no trace
I’ma take off that rubber and bust on her face
What you gon’ do?
I ran up my ring and I pull out the wraith
Talk ‘bout that ice
Got diamonds on me and they wet like a sink

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Gold Rolex and it’s presidential
Thing I wanted once since elementary
I’m just a breadwinner chasing that money
Don’t bother me back, women follow me
Out in Detroit, I need none’ but way better
I’m special, you better not lie to me
I’m ‘bout to rebound on a real
I’m in the street pound for a kill
I need a sweet house on the hills
I’m in the projects in the field
Harriet Tubman on the bill
Think I need two pills worth of them
Way I be talking like need to chill
Can I be honest, I cannot pretend
Pass by the clique house, having a garage sale
Big cars, big rods, all of ‘em raw as hell
Flip phone, call the cell, bounce back off a L
Broke wrist, ah yeah, bread winner cartel
Big money matter fact, grind tryna get it back
I don’t go to church, in the booty club, blew a sack
God knows it was hard, he was thinking he was giving back
In the trap house shooting craps, tryna win it back
Cut the plug off, price high, he don’t want a cut?
I don’t need nobody I can get it out the mud

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Game & Marsha Ambrosius – Sins Of Our Fathers (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers

[Verse 1: The Game]
I could hit you with the “Yes master”, pastor
Or I could close the box on your ass like cold pizza
Whips and chains, brain gone, mind in shackles
Cam Newton, a Black Panther hard to tackle
Mix the moonshine with the Snapple
The White House a plantation
But they’re teachin’ our kids it’s a castle
Built by slaves, my guilt by trade, the maze
Lab rats pickin’ cotton inside invisible cages
House nigga, he hate us more than the massa
Burn his own church and smile in the face of the pastor
The last days, drinkin’ our own sweat in the field
Either kneel or you get your ass killed
[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers

[Verse 2: The Game]
They gave my great-great grandfather lashes ’cause he stole a fuckin’ horse
Now 500 horsepower in my mothafuckin’ Porsche
As I light my torch on this Mississippi porch
Let the Mississippi River shatter windows on my [?]
Corpses is, of course this is, genocide
I’m in the same church where little kids and women died
I can hear the voices, ropes around throats
Separated our families when they stacked us on them boats
Choke, as your legs shake you start to lose hope
Wishin’ the branch would break, but nope
Soon as your neck snap, they start laughin’ and takin’ pictures
‘Cause to them you ain’t nothin’ but a mothafuckin’ nigga
500 years later, I’m in the club
Chain on my neck, Harriet Tubman on the dub
Ben Franklin on the hundred, Hamilton on the ten
Even in death, she still surrounded by white men

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers