Jaden – Again Lyrics

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[Intro]
Woo, woo

[Chorus: Jaden]
Where I jump, when I jump, wait I’m back on this again
From the back to the front, puffing vision, hittin’ licks
Task force in the cut, double up with the kicks
Well they say I fucking did it, but I don’t know what I did

[Verse 1: Jaden]
Star Wars with the clique, I’m Han Solo with the whips
Kobe with the pass, had to hit it no assist (Swish)
Take her back to *bleep* then we went and coalesce
Icon livin’, never seen him in the flesh
Look, tell them boys I’m coming for they head top (Their head)
They talk a lot, just wait until my set drop (Drop)
I truly cannot wait to hear your next flop (Flop)
Be careful nigga, this is not your Xbox
Ooh, keep your chest up
This is just my desktop, flows out the Tesla
Now that they ain’t got no shit to do, they just a chatterbox
Now I wear a muzzle to the bank, because I laugh a lot
Now I tell the paparazzi “Turn the fucking cameras off”
Now I gotta get the whole Cartier catalog
That’s the only finger always knew I was an animal
Hottest on the block, what you thought nigga tenfold
Now I feel magnificent, I feel like I’m Larenzo
I was feeling too indifferent, had to switch the tempo
I stay out the music business, I stay in the end zone
They I was changed with the chains, but the game’s all the same to this day

[Chorus: Jaden]
Where I jump, when I jump, wait I’m back on this again
From the back to the front, puffing vision, hittin’ licks
Task force in the cut, double up with the kicks
Well they say I fucking did it, but I don’t know what I did

[Verse 2: Jaden]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
In the city lit again, in the city lit again
Had to cough up all my problems, think I lost a couple bands
Talkin’ like they solid but they castles in the sand
I hop in the phantom with the chemic with the feds
Look, Florence 1450 in my head (In my head)
Keep that marble sculpture by my bed (By my bed, yeah)
If you not with it, play it to the left, stay right there

[Verse 3: SYRE]
All this gold, oh save us all
You can keep me whole, ’cause I’m outta control
Take your break go slow, hope it’s not so close
You went around in the city lights, around
Girl, we can paint such a pretty life
(Wish I could have told you what that was like)
Last week I dipped, girl you did me right, oh right
Shaking up the bed with my hands tied
I admit I’m lost, can I hitch a ride?
Somebody will know, like a lullaby
Whispers in my head, keep me up at night
But how could I be scared, if you’re right by my side
(I was looking for you at Coachella, both of you)
We don’t get to talk a lot, now that you’re a grown-up
Girl, just hop in that Wraith, send you flowers every day
Climb the tallest mountain in the city just to yell “I love ya”
But baby that was my mistake, see my heart when it breaks
Tends to always wanna say “Baby I love ya”
So girl just hop up in the–

[Outro: ERYS]
Who the fuck turned this shit on, nigga
I told you don’t play no motherfucking whack shit
Big drip only

Classified – Damn Right Lyrics

[Intro]
(Realtor) Hello! Come on
(Realtor) Nice to see you, welcome
(Classified) How you doing man, this is the place?
(Realtor) You bet it’s the place
(Classified) It’s a lot older than what the ad said
(Realtor) Oh it’s old; it’s real old, a man died in there
(Classified) Really?
(Realtor) Yeah, during the boom; bad handler
(Classified) Can we go check it out?
(Realtor) I ain’t never been in there, man; no one ain’t
(Realtor) No one been in there since the man died
(Realtor) You wanna check it out? Yeah, I’ll give you ten minutes
(Classified) Yeah, I wanna go check it out. Take a couple pictures
(Realtor) You take whatever you want
(Realtor) Do whatever you want in there, I wouldn’t go in
(Realtor) You go hear me, don’t break anything in there
(Realtor) You hear me? Don’t go breaking anything!

Here, here goes another classic (here goes another classic)
Yeah, let’s take it back to

[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you
Refreshing it for you

[Chorus #2]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
Yeah, you’re talking that bullshit
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
And yo, straight from the motherfucking field
Everything I do is too real, too ill
Said they want rap shit, gotta give ’em rap shit
Run up in your city with that gritty boombox shit
Yell it to the world, never sleep on me
I’m just tryna wake ’em up with some free coffee
This is what you need, this isn’t tongue in cheek
This is that one, two, three
No Sesame Street, but the numbers speak; like, come on
It’s going down, I’m ’bout to free fall
I hold it down like a fat kid on a seesaw
I do it bigger than bigger, I do it big y’all
I ate a volume of balls bigger than beach balls
I’m locked and loaded this is for survival
Fuck fame, it killed my idols; Biggie and Michael
And ain’t nobody talking making any sense
Like people at the shows still sitting in the stands
Yeah; I bet it all like Pro-Line
I ran it through the goal line, and hit the fucking gold mine
They try to leave me out to dry, hang ’em from the clothesline
But watch me go with Showtime, that’s why I pay ’em no mind

[Bridge]
Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)
We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right)
Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right)
So here we go (here we go)
Come on, come on

[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you
Refreshing it for you

[Verse 2]
Let me nibble on your nipple and tickle you ’til you giggle
Baby, I keep it dirty since I was simple and little
I scribble these riddles to spin your head like a swivel
I talk my way out of pickles, you talkin’ so superficial
We know it, we know it; I keep it hardcore like parkour
Luke against the Dark Lord like it’s Star Wars
I keep it sweating like Rick Ross, flip flops
I took my life into my own hands like criss-cross
Don’t even try to correct me (you won’t)
Don’t even try to understand and dissect me
And keep your mouth shut, you’re talking too recklessly
I’m ’bout to cut your lifeline, like a vasectomy
Successfully, I did this domestically
Without any recipe, I kept the integrity
I’m better than I ever been, I’m legend and a gentleman
Pumping like adrenaline, I’m pain relief like medicine
Man, who bumped the damn turntable?
I know you feeling good, but this could quickly turn fatal
Don’t ever stop the music when you rocking like this
‘Cause you could lose a great thing like 2Pac in Nine-Six

[Bridge]
Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)
We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right)
Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right)
So here we go (here we go)
Come on, come on

[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you
Refreshing it for you

[Outro]
Damn right
(Mike Boyd) Luke, where you at? Luke!
(Mike Boyd) Luke? … What are you doing man?
(Realtor) I guess their ten minutes is up