Anderson .Paak – ‘Til It’s Over Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We stayed up all night watching the comedy show
That aged whiskey and hydro
Good lord, what a nice conversation
I’m too floored to get anywhere safely
You know I talk about you highly
I’m fascinated for the time being
We can laugh until the morning
Or we can dance in the hallway

[Pre-Chorus]
Only one more night in Los Angeles
I really thought I could handle it
But the funny thing is, I was holding back tears
I didn’t think this day would happen
I give all this up for a chance at it
You would have thought I’d be the man for this
But the funny thing is, we can never stay here
I didn’t think this day could happen

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Verse 2]
And don’t all this new music sound the same?
Yeah, we must be getting old and grey
We left early, girl, that bed was shitty anyway
We went home and left our clothes up in the living space, aye
Would you stay if your heart had the power?
Would you run and find another life to imitate?
It’s important that we make the best of short time
You could never be my one and only, anyway
Say, can’t a young man dream?
Can’t we all live the life on a widescreen?
What’s the point? Yeah
Yeah, we had fun, if only for the time being

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

Salma Hayek Is a Brunette Again a Day After Debuting Blond Hairstyle

Blond hair today, gone tomorrow.

Salma Hayek surprised fans on Saturday when she showed up at the 2018 BAFTA Film Awards Nominees Party sporting a sleek blond bob. She also showcased her look on her Instagram page.

Well, it appeared to have been a wig, because on Sunday, Hayek walked the red carpet at the 2018 BAFTAs sporting over-the-shoulder, dark brown tresses—the same length and color she has regularly showcased and did so just a day before the pre-award show bash.

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The actress attended the award show with her husband, François-Henri Pinault, and wore a black gown with pink floral accents. She and fellow film stars wore black to the BAFTAs to show support for the Time’s Up campaign to stop sexual harassment and inequality in the workplace.

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The 2018 BAFTA Film Awards were held at the Royal Albert Hall in London, two weeks before the 2018 Oscars, which will take place in Los Angeles on March 4.

Tune in to E! Sunday, Mar. 4 at 1 p.m. ET/10 a.m. PT for the two-hour Countdown to the Red Carpet: The 2018 Academy Awards special followed by Live From the Red Carpet: 2018 Oscars starting at 5 p.m. ET/2 p.m. PT. Then don’t miss the Red Carpet Rundown special at 7 p.m. ET/4 p.m. PT. After the 2018 Oscars telecast on ABC, watch E!’s After Party: The 2018 Academy Awards at 11:30 p.m. ET/11 p.m. PT. For complete coverage of this year’s Oscars, watch E! News Monday, Mar. 5, at 7 and 11 p.m.

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Bill Paxton’s Family Files Wrongful Death Lawsuit

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Bill Paxton‘s family has filed a wrongful death lawsuit.

The actor passed away a year ago in February 2017 at the age of 61. Following his death, a family representative told E! News in a statement that Paxton had passed away following complications from surgery.

“It is with heavy hearts we share the news that Bill Paxton has passed away due to complications from surgery,” the statement began. “A loving husband and father, Bill began his career in Hollywood working on films in the art department and went on to have an illustrious career spanning four decades as a beloved and prolific actor and filmmaker.”

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“Bill’s passion for the arts was felt by all who knew him, and his warmth and tireless energy were undeniable,” the statement continued. “We ask to please respect the family’s wish for privacy as they mourn the loss of their adored husband and father.”

On March 6, 2017, Paxton’s cause of death was revealed. According to his death certificate obtained by E! News, Paxton suffered a stroke stemming from surgery a week earlier. 

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On February 14, Paxton underwent a valve replacement and aortic aneurysm repair. According to the certificate, the actor later experienced an aortic aneurysm that lead to his deadly stroke. Paxton died at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles. 

Paxton’s family filed a wrongful death lawsuit against Cedars-Sinai and his heart surgeon, Dr. Ali Khoynezhad on Friday, February 9. In addition to wrongful death, the court documents show that his family is also suing for negligence, hospital negligence, breach of fiduciary duty, battery and survival action.

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The documents, obtained by E! News, state that the hospital and the doctor “misrepresented and/or concealed- information relating to the risks of surgery and care that would be provided and/or failed to adequately explain the proposed treatment or procedure and/or failed to disclose that Defendant: Ali Khoyenezhad, M.D. was going to use a high risk and unconventional surgical approach with which he lacked experience and which was, based upon information and belief, beyond the scope of his privileges.”

Mila J – La La Land (Dopamine Album)

[Intro]
Here we are in Los Angeles
Early part of the weekend
Well, for your Monday we’re gonna keep things dry, sunny and, well, warm

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

[Pre-Hook]
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

[Verse 1]
You missed the wave last night
Wish you could’ve been here
Had no regrets last night
Still I wish you could’ve been here
‘Cause it’s too hard, too hard now
When you’re so far, so far now
Straight up, you know
Can’t wait to come home, come home

[Pre-Hook]
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

[Pre-Hook]
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

[Outro]
Pulled over to the main interchange in downtown Los Angeles, we advise
All freeways heavily congested
Primarily, the Harbor freeway inbound to the Civic Center
The Hollywood freeway outbound from the Civic Center
The Pasadena freeway heavily conjested outbound
And the San Bernadino freeway

Pitbull – International Love

You can’t catch me boy
I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
Don’t test me boy (don’t test me boy) ’cause I rap with the best
Fo’ sho three oh five to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what’s left of me
But for now forget about that
Blow the whistle, baby you’re the referee

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

I don’t play football
But I’ve touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere
I don’t play baseball
But I’ve hit a home run everywhere everywhere
I’ve been to countries and cities I can’t pronounce
And the places on the globe I didn’t know existed
In Romania she pulled me to the side
And told me Pit you can have me and my sister
In Lebanon yeah the women the bomb
And in Greece you guessed it the women are sweet
Been all around the world
But I ain’t gonna lie there’s nothing like Miami’s heat

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

Down in DR they’re looking for visa’s
I Ain’t taking credit cards if you know what I mean
En cuba la cosa esta dura
But the woman get down, if you know what I mean
En Colombia the women got everything done, but they’re
Some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen
In Brazil they’re freaky with big ol’ boobs
And their thongs, blue yellow and green
En L.A. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
Besitos para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah
Y en Miami tengo cualquiera

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

There’s not a place that your love don’t affect me baby
So don’t ever change
I crossed the globe when I’m with you baby, hey

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

You’re international, so international
You’re international, so international
You’re international, so international
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love

Sean Leon – Hey Pretty Girl With The Dirty Mouth II (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Bridge 1]
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I wish I wasn’t high
I’ll call you when I’m sober
It’s the summer and I’m anxious
I wish I wasn’t high

[Hook]
Hey pretty girl with the dirty mouth
Pretty girl with the dirty mouth
You’ll be a man’s wife one day

[Bridge 2]
I heard it rains in Seattle
I wouldn’t know, I never left Toronto
I heard there’s plenty pretty women out in Paris
I wouldn’t know, cause I never left Toronto
And if it’s windy out in Chicago
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left Toronto
And if there’s good times in Los Angeles
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left Toronto

[Hook]
Pretty girl with the dirty mouth
You’ll be a man’s wife one day

[Bridge 1 ]
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I wish I wasn’t high
(I heard there’s plenty pretty women out in Paris)
I’ll call you when I’m sober
(Pretty girl with the dirty mouth)
It’s the summer and I’m anxious
I wish I wasn’t high
(You’ll be a man’s wife one day )

Jonwayne – Human Condition (Rap Album Two Album)

[Verse 1]
Put my mind in my head
And my head in my hands
And my hands on this body
And my body on land
And this land on this earth
And this earth in the system
And the system in my thoughts
And my thoughts into wishes
And this wishes are just dreams
These dreams are just goals
These goals
Make a man wanna be more than that
And the ghosts just laugh
And hope that I don’t pass
This is an ode to my opposition
I know my flow is full of contradiction
And good luck getting the right brain to play with the left
But hand over breast
I’m gonna try as long as plant life sustaining my breath
The very same God used for badminton with Death
That hot smog riddled Los Angeles breath
That hard, heavy hitting old Anakin breath
And opposition get that old mannequin rest
Cause after this they know there’s no more expanding their chest

[Verse 2]
Watch me hang to the rim as these people feel the grim
My people kicking buckets like (sighs)
And that’s a fine commitment to the human condition
You say committing sin
But i say stupid decisions
You’ll throw tomato in the face of bravado
Not my fault that the Model-T is parked in the pothole
Get out my grotto
Before I get out the bottle
(Get out my face)
I don’t wanna see a doctor or hospital
I’m fine and this age is just a number
I’m seeing triple digits, no wonder
My eyesight is shit
My mind is asunder
My hands are in the cup
And my body is under
A lot of pressure with this poisonous flask
No measure when I take off the mask
Keep my soul under glass
The devil’s shopping through the window
Since I was hanging loose with these lame-ass kiddos
It’s foggy through the Grey Goose and Gray Gas indo

For real

KAMI – Right Now (feat. Vic Mensa)

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what’s good
Cause I been doing better right now
We roll our issues in them Backwoods
Bitches bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own problems
I got mine I got mine I got mine
Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
But I got mine I got mine I got mine

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Yeah
I don’t like the club but I like to have a table
I don’t like TV but you see my ass on cable
This shit could change so quick man
Just a year ago, I was leaving momma’s house behind a Toyota steering wheel
Fast forward just two months got my own apartment
Fucking hoes with my girl at stake on some Joan of Arc shit
My girl so TNT you know she know the drama
I got baby momma problems with no baby mama
By brother Joey paying child support he love his daughter
My other brother momma own that rock but no Gibralter
His Granny lost the crib now he’s sleeping in them bandos
Police running in at 8am, he jumping out the window
I’m in LA buying Saint-Laurent of Venmo cash
Lease the whip and two cribs money for the rent go fast
I’m on a bender like Avatar, ecstasy addiction
Sometimes I wish I could pass away just to see my niggas
It’s been a minute since childhood, the hood don’t seem the same
They show no mercy to the meek inside this fearless game
You see what Drizzy did to Milly this shit ain’t a battle
I don’t wanna watch the murder rate but I can’t change the channel
Jealousy and desperation that shit is all around me
My brother Kami still selling grams you think I’m worried ’bout a Grammy
Old man asked me for change so he could buy a bottle
I’m tryna’ get drunk too nigga I got my own problems

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what’s good
Cause I been doing better right now
We roll our issues in them Backwoods
Bitch bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own problems
I got mine I got mine I got mine
Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
But I got mine I got mine I got mine

[Verse 2: KAMI]
I hate the way they talk on you when you ain’t around
Open they mouth revealing crooked smiles
These days I been feeling abandoned since my niggas got that crib in Los Angeles
To these hoes: heartbreaks in the form of friendly handshakes
I gotta go
I need a bad duet to pour moet to drown this pain
Just cause it’s champaign don’t mean that this shit a celebration
Pour some bubbly for my niggas that’s been on vacation
Pour some bubbles for our niggas that gon’ never make it
Self-medicated, overdosing I need respiration
I’m running out of time, I’m running out of time
Everybody got their own problems now I know this
We runnin’ out of time, they said the world was mine

[Bridge: KAMI]
They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine
They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine

[Verse 3: KAMI]
Thank you and yes I really believe it
The moment I heard them breathe it
When me and Joe made that season
We had to give y’all a reason
I had to keep the lights on
I need my on power on, Farrakhan
Something on my arm, skin tint just like Sherezade’s
And life’s been playing out like an opera
Just like that motherfuckin’ opera
I watched some fat lady sing, I gotten used to some things I held on things, they was close
Upgrade that Merc to a Ghost
It’s like you bound to see Ghosts, when you start living the most
I’m doing this my way, I drive i swerve just like Sinatra
I swerve in any lane that car so black it grew a conscience
Same niggas next to me, duck that fact just like we playing Contra
We still alive, we stay alive and then repeat that process
There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
Take your time with it, take your time with it
Don’t get caught up tryna do this shit for right now

MC Eiht – Runn The Blocc (feat. Maylay) letras

[Intro: Young Maylay]

[Verse 1: Young Maylay]
Maylay shoot the shit since the youth that [?]
The big homies knew what fruit to pick, who was [?]
The missions for the [?]
Someone’s breakin’ and enterin’, others takin’, deliverin’, the caterin’, the kitchen men
The difference then, blacks owned hella houses
If you was snitchin’, wasn’t livin’ to tell about it
If you was right, we’d fight all day and night
But doing wrong, you on your own for life
I’m from Los Angeles, big guns, women, and canabis
Niggas can’t run from where the cameras is
Cause when the bird hit the light, it turn midnight bright
Another term for the chips, with the flicks and the kites
We like lowriders, and [?] motorcycles
The wheels go psycho, with rifles like [?]
Tell em’ Eiht, it’s West Coast, till my eyes closed
With one shot, plus a blindfold

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
One time, swoop up on the blocc tryna take mine
I hop some fences
Now it’s a footchase, tryna dash for freedom
It’s money over everything, we don’t see ‘em
Fuck the census, since I was a lad, it was hood to under motherfucker I’m bad
Sad day, the homie got jacked
And shot in the process, yeah that’s wack
I get em’ on everything, we get back
Necessary be the time, yeah when shit crack
Community resources the source be
My income streak, and they come so regularly
The enemy come, so ya better be ready G
So, when I aim, better hold it steadily
Shit, call it the warzone, life in the land
Where it’s follow the rules or they reprimand
I rep for the west, so the Eiht can handle
Compton for the hood’s what the fuck I stand for
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Hook]
I’m on the blocc, with a [?]
And a colt 45 like [?] got [?]
Still a nigga struggle, so the yay produce
It’s all for the money, so a nigga could lose
Cuz, it was Nissan trucks
And the ugly rat bitch, back then, was a duck
I told the hoe bitch, get the duck sick
Round up the baby gangsters, hit a lick
One shot, now it’s life upstate
The homie from the hood turned up my cell mate
Love for the hood
Hater motherfucker gave a nigga all day, but I stay all good
I hit the streets, right back in
One time’s on my coattails, niggas can’t win
That’s the motto, hustle hood rich
Compton all day, yes, fuck a bitch
Compton forever, West the best [?], yeah keep it together
When it’s cruising down the street, in a lowrider
Eiht and Maylay, all day, Westsiders

[Outro]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Outro: Young Maylay]

Game – Savage Lifestyle (1992 Album) letras

[Intro]
Can you pan over a little bit? Look at this right here, this is a suburban type jeep with a sharp shooter peering outside of the sunroof with an automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you might see in Operation Desert Storm and we’ve been seeing this all night

[Verse 1]
It’s a trap, it’s a trap
Why they ain’t tell us red and blue don’t matter when you black
Matter of fact we in blindfolds
Bunch of lost souls
Kids shot dead in the streets now they eyes closed
How you call the angels when it’s kings getting beat up
And Gil Garcetti in his office with his feet up
No way to dodge police brutality
Selling crack cocaine, making a teacher’s salary
Mexicans hopping the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one button pendleton and they styling
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods sporting corn rows and Chucks with the red strings
Sun going down so them Chevys about to roll out
Fiends scratching themselves, stumbling out the dope house
Niggas tying bandanas, bout to put the drum on
Make it home ‘fore street lights come on

[Bridge]
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage

[Verse 2]
So grab that gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, light that shit
Grab that stick, grab that brick
Throw it
It’s time to riot if you don’t see black owned in the window
It’s on fire
Start here, end up over there
The smell of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear
This is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware
And don’t care
Tell the national guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain’t scared
So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change and we ain’t waiting, fuck patience
The government corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that’s why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood looking like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, they broke down
White people wishing that they was at home
Asians fronting like they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we coming in the stores tripping
Running in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anything that break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it’s they ass
So it’s bottle rockets through the window
Kids that would never smoke indo
Fiends kicking in doors, steeling Nintendos
Niggas robbing liquor stores with taped up duck hunt guns
City burning but it’s fucked up fun
National guards on the corner
They don’t know the hood, they foreigners
We was busting at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flying over the hood, they see us
Showing the fuck out, cleaning the trucks out
Niggas mobbing down the streets pushing big screens and baskets
Staring straight into the cameras
No ski mask, just pandemonium
Niggas looting what they homies in
Running around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they gonna stop us?
When the last 50 years we accustomed to window shopping
So we taking lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip ’em in gasoline

[Hook]
And set this motherfucker on (fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, yeah, (fire)
1992, was you here for the (fire)
Uh-huh

[Verse 3]
Standing on the corner with a brick in my hand
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Footlocker chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas crip walking where Reginald Denny’s truck at
Police cars, driving by niggas in slow mo
If you white don’t stop at the light, cause that’s a no-no
Running through the malls, give us everything polo
The first time niggas ain’t have beef with the cholos
’92 fire lit the skyline
And why loot? To capture that forbidden troop
Cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams
We out here selling chronic, we ain’t have no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burning, you gon’ need more than Visine
We making a movie better than anyone that I’ve seen
Should be on ShowTime, HBO, Cinemax

[Hook]
Get a match, we gon’ make sure that y’all remember that (fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, yeah, (fire)
1992, was you here for the (fire)
Uh-huh

[Outro]
Make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
This ain’t living, this ain’t living
No-no baby, this ain’t living
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no chance
To increase