Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Short Film)

We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king

Kiss kiss – Mohombi feat. Ardian Bujupi lyrics

Lyrics Mohombi – Kiss kiss

This one goes out to all the real women in the world
DJ R’an and Mohombi.(kiss kiss)

Lets gooo
We got laid in NYC

Ohhhh – yeaaahhh (ladieees)
Bam-bam-bam-bam (Boom)

You got it, and I gotta have it
Sexually healing (talk to me now).

You’re like a remedy, remedy
Shot in my body
Stuck in my heart (hayyy).

I got a feeling that you’re the one
And I cant get enough
Everyday you show me the reason why I belong with youu-uuuuu.

Spend the rest of my la-la-laaa-life
Bring you all of my la-la-laaa-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you.

Spend the rest of my life
Bring you all of my love
baby if you want me now
shut up and kiss you.

Give me a kiss
(Right-na-naaa-nooow)
Sweet little kiss
Give me a kiss
(Right-na-na-nooow)
Sweet little kiss.

Give me a kiss I know you
won’t forget to close your eyes
Now everything is
Happening slowling
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Your Body is coming, closer to mine.
I wanna Control your mind.
Down to your neck like my tongue cold as ice
Girl, I want it twice
Come with me and
Let me lay you down tonight.

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you (mua-mua-oooooo).

Shut up and Kiss you

Spend the rest of my life
Bring you all of my love
baby if you want me now
shut up and kiss you
shut up and kiss you.

Just what im doing
I move ya
Ladies the kiss kiss
Alili, dance to beats mate
My whip
Dreamin to hold tight
Mahan
D-d-d-dj, run a replay
Lick a shot, let the girl move the party
Slow wife, starts wine
Everybodyy (get sexy)
Make it messyy (yeah)
Ooooooooo (brah-brah-brah).

Lets go
Hands up
Lets party all night
Lets go
Ladies if you are feeling alright
Lets go kiss-kiss to the morninglight
Lets go, make me want this for the
rest of my lifeeeee.

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you (mua-mua-oooooo)

Send the rest of my life
Bring you all of my lovd
baby if I want me now
shut up and kiss you.

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you (mua-mua-oooo)

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss youuu.
MOhombi lyrics
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Grouplove – Don’t Stop Making It Happen

Take it back to Saturday
I was in a k-hole
Laying out in the pouring rain
On and on and on, oh no
I could take the sky away
Put it in a payphone
Calling out all my mistakes
‘Cause you don’t know, you don’t know

Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..

You’re the one who got away
And I just can’t let go
How my mind keeps playing games
Dropping in before I drop out
Something ’bout that love we made
Put it in a payphone
Called you up, just had to say that
You don’t know, you don’t know

Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..

All the boys come follow me
Come follow me from NYC
And all the girls on the internet
In your private jet, yeah getting wet
All the boys come follow me
Come follow me from NYC
And all the girls on the internet
Yeah getting wet, getting wet

Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for me

Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for me

Larry June – The Scale

Damn, shit,God help, shit, teehee,God damn aye
I hope the police don’t raid X2

Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid

Damnit they done hit the door it’s 5 in the morning

I’m fresh out the pussy and a Nigga still yawning

Specolli hit my line said the label tryin ta sign me

I was whiping up a kick with a Bitch name Susie

On my, on my way to NYC, I just sent my ho to Boston

All my luggage, Louis V

I’m a mother fuckin baller

When I slide thru the score

I keep big .44 with the flash light on it like I’m tryna see something

Keep the battery acid in the trap case’ I gotta dump it

Nigga you a cat run up on a nigga hit him with the strap

Snitch

Hiding in the burbs’ nigga where you at?

Watch your feet on that rug ho I spent like five thousand

Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
Damn,shit,god,help,shit,tehee,god,damn, aye
I hope the police don’t raid

Big .45 HK on the handle

Bitch you got hella ass let me see what happening

Mob to the rich I’m with coop he keep hammers

30 dick on it, man this life I live is savage

The bitch drive a jag, but that ho ain’t got no money

A pimp like me a have that bitch living lovely

My bitches rock Rollie’s and they got a thousand clutches

In the projects we keep the chopper by the bushes

Ayeeee
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid

Miranda Lambert – Six Degrees Of Seperation lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
’Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans
Worn in boyfriend button down Levis
In the saints town I can’t seem to figure out
How to get around, but I ain’t moving on
Threw the quarter in an old street case
And I’ll be damned, he started playing our song

[Chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You’re all over this damn nation
But I’m out of your reach geographically
But you still find a way to get a hold on me
And it’s six degrees of separation

[Verse 2]
Hailed a cab up in NYC
Saw an ad for a litigation lawyer on a bus stop bench
Sitting waiting for the red light to turn green
Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of Merrill Lynch
Hit the Roosevelt, took it to the 12th
Got a funny feeling as I put my key in the door
Never seen the likes of these city lofts
I swear to god, son I’ve been here before

[Chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You’re all over this damn nation
I’m out of your reach geographically
You still find a way to get a hold on me
And it’s six degrees of separation

Well, it’s six degrees of separation
Yeah, it’s six degrees of separation

[Outro]
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
’Til I picked up a quarter from 1979

A Tribe Called Quest – Dis Generation Lyrics

[Verse 1: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & Phife]
In the box with the capital G, balling the beat
Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league
Grabbin’ mics till the knuckles’ll bleed, ’cause I believe
The potent and the quote will have ya geek like speed
If rationale is naturale, then we’ll weave
It’s all edges and peaks
Settin’ picks, we on a permanent steez
I’m in a world where my princess is Leia
And she feeling my Vader
And my lure grows greater and greater
Chemtrails droppin’ poisonous vapors
Had to shake her like gator
Been trill, nigga, process the data
Blu-ray wave follow a beta, I’ll DVR for later
Cop a [?] with a [?]
You can’t define us, XYZ-Z, it’s the generation
Elitists have you cheatin’, virtual think pieces
See, these written words provided by science, brains defying
Thoughts heavy, baby, they’re a major appliance
Leave a [?] flyest [?] through a giant
Dude’s nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers
Cool with some bias, yeah, nigga, cool with some brothers
Never know tattletales, only ya’ll don’t know us
Yeah, show me, generation, show us what you gon’ show us
So listen, mami, [?]
Mouthpiece like [?] with a jubilant noise
Dude’s rude and it’s useless as coin, shoot ’em boys
Versed and rehearsed in the soothing of loins
Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole, gatekeepers of flow
They are extensions of instinctual soul
It’s the highest in commodity grade and you could get it today

[Chorus]
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Rules the nation

[Verse 2: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & Phife]
One hit and readin’ pages of Poe
Telly is low, Cuddlebunny ready to go
Day of the dead, bury all the zombies instead
And it’s just your aftermath, Busta cuttin’ your dreads
Bruce Leein’ niggas, while you niggas UFC
Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB
Surge pricing on these Ubers, I’mma get me a cab
Yo, where Jarobi at?
I’m vibing on impeccable grass
I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass
[?] been waiting for a Jets title since last
Picture Todd-Todd Bowles, Gang Green on that ass
Magic Mike on the mic, David Blane, Douglas Henning
In the church of Busta Rhymes it’s my sermon you’re getting
Horizontal spittin’, I’m the exorcist of your writtens
Don’t interrupt me, nigga
Sorry, that’s a sin I’m forgiving
Like how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait
Nah, just out the package, dry and bag up the wet
This mad city’s not a game, easy, quiet on set
Phife, student of the past, trailblazing the day
Now they knowledge’in and tryin’ ta swept up in a phase
It’s the highest of commodity grade and you could get it-get it-get it-get it today

[Chorus]
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Rules the nation

[Outro]
This is our generation, generation, ah
This our generation, generation, ah
This our generation, generation, ah