Quique Gonzalez – Justin Y Britney Lyrics

Hay demasiada sangre en el mundo
Para que tu la limpies
Hay demasiado sexo seguro
Hay demasiadas canciones de Britney Spears
Hay demasiados callejones oscuros
Y a veces sufro un exceso de información
Hay demasiados planes de futuro
Pero ninguna solución real
Que al menos, valga para este ratito

Hay demasiados tipos en este garito
Que quieren acostarse contigo
Hay demasiados aspirantes al título
De campeón del mundo

Hay demasiados cristales ahumados
Detrás del idiota de Justin Timberlake

Pero no llegará
No llegará la sangre al río

Hay demasiadas horas de vuelo a Caracas
Y volvería ciego
Hay demasiadas horas de vuelo a La Habana
Y no lo tengo tan claro
Hay demasiados que levantan el puño izquierdo
Y meten el derecho en tu bolsillo
Hay demasiado estamos trabajando en ello

Pero no llegará
No llegará la sangre al río

Hay demasiadas medidas de seguridad
Hay demasiados artistas y deportistas
Hay demasiado rap, pero esto no es un rap
Es un exceso de velocidad
Hasta perderme de vista
Hasta perderme de vista

Pero no llegará
No llegará la sangre al río
No llegará, no llegará…

G-Eazy – Let Me Work lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
Beautiful and Damned (Just Blaze)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
It’s that motherfucking time again
Tell my diary what’s on my mind again
Just play a beat, I’ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I’m rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the finer things
That’s a quarter million on some tires that I’m driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that’s just some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don’t know what the fuck is happenin’
The homies like “You’re snappin’”
My mood’s Olympic champion throwin’ a fuckin’ javelin
Episode 3 Anakin
My favorite rapper’s Gerald, I’m a very big fan of him
You won’t get nowhere stalling and you standing like a mannequin
Why the fuck you panickin’? I understand the task at hand

[Chorus]
Let me work
What do you know about work?
Let me work
I’m talkin’ about getting up five days a week, brushing ya teeth, washing your ass, going into your office and making some old guy rich paid album
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
That’s a motherfucking job

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
It’s still that muthafuckin’ time again
Blacking out, don’t give a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world that’s just the state of mind I’m in
That’s the place you find me in
Look, ain’t nobody live as him
Million dollar smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I came up, they prolly mad I’m on
But then they transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, it’s me myself and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, don’t come to the bay, your pass is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin’ game, I pass it on
Study him ’cause he the one that lasted long
This beat I go assassin on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I’m tryna put my whole damn family on
Work every night, I go ’til after dawn
To be the biggest thing in the world, I’m not the one to pass up on

[Chorus]
Let me work
Look, you could be a fuckin’ bank teller, you could be a waitress
Let me work
Or wash cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique. Alright listen, you’re makin’ somebody else rich. You’re punching that clock. You clock in, you clock out, you making that money
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
How does that work?

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
A fucking hater’s always looking, tryna search for targets
If you don’t know me, don’t speak on me, stick to your departments
While they debate if I’m an urban artist
Or if I’m merging markets
All I really know, I’m just working hardest
And ’til the day I die, I’m hustlin’, doing work regardless
I’m in my twenties, if I go I leave a perfect carcass
A polarizing artist
But you could love or hate me
But try and say I don’t pay my dues, fuck off, how dumb could they be
Nobody help to make me
I did it by my lonely
Who else did songs with everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you should just relax
You miss the facts
Bitch, I’m from the Bay, was born to bridge the gaps
And I’m a legend in my city, they say “His shit slaps”
Said I’ma go and sell a million, I’ma get these plaques
And bring ’em back to inspire every kid who raps
I’m Michael Phelps, get out my lane, I’m swimming different laps

[Outro]
Yeah
Let me work
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work

Straight Outta Junior High – Boner Lyrics

STRAIGHT OUTTA JUNIOR HIGH
Boner Lyrics

Got a boner
In class
Class is over but I got this boner yeah
Got a boner
Think fast
I’m the owner of a big old boner yeah

Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard no
Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard no

Got a boner
In class
Class is over and I got this boner yeah
She leans over
Bra strap
Teacher’s older but I got this boner yeah

Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard no
Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard no
Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard no
Teacher asked me to go up to the chalkboard

Oh golly
What am I gonna do to get rid of my erection nate
I don’t know stu
Sounds like you got yourself in a pickle
I think we should think of things that aren’t hot
Like?

Baseball
Hockey
Janet Reno
In a speedo
Teletubbies
My sister naked, ew
Captain kangaroo
Uh…sperm whales!
Christina Aguilera
On top of Britney Spears
In a hot tub
In a hot tub
Catherine Zeta-Jones
Dental assistants
Women’s tennis
Brad Pitt!
What? Brad Pitt?
Yeah, didn’t you see Interview With A Vampire?
Didn’t ya?

Oh no! He’s got a boner again
Oh no! He’s got a boner again
Oh no! He’s got a boner again
Oh no! He’s got a boner again

Kesha – Styrofoam Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I’m just not myself today
I’ve been thinking way too hard
My cigarette burns down so fast
Is nothing permanent?
I’ve been trying to figure out
You’ll love this life, what it’s about
Why my foot is always in my mouth
If nothing’s permanent

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I’m freaking out
I’m feeling stuck
I tell myself to lighten up

[Chorus]
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam

[Verse 2]
Even you and I can’t keep
Staying up all night, we need some sleep
It’s nothing personal (nothing personal)
Just nothing’s permanent
My hair color, my favorite band
The tattoo’s, thank god I didn’t get
That night, I swore I’d never drink again
Well, nothing’s permanent

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I can’t worry ’bout the past
What’s done is done
Put it to rest
(What’s done is done)

[Chorus]
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam

[Bridge]
In 10 years, who will know
Who will care, ’bout that fling
With that guy, what’s his name
In 10 years, Britney Spears
Britney- who-?

[Chorus]
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam

Hot Chelle Rae – Own This Town

Run this shit like we own this town
Na na na na, na na na na
Run this shit like we own this town

It was a long, long night
And I’m half awake
All these pictures reminding me
Of who I’ve kissed and why I just woke up in the hotel lobby
I guess we got a little carried away
We had Britney Spears in the bed house suite
Playboy bunnies try to dance with me
Feels so high, won’t come down
Run this shit like we own this town
Boys champagne over rice crispys
Throwing at once we ain’t cash money
Feels so high, won’t come down
Run this shit like we own this town

Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Run this shit like we own this town

I’m finding past-out girls on the balcony
Well, it must have been one hell of a time
Oh, and I’ve got this masterplan to do it again
Like the Beastie boys let’s fight for the right, yeah
Some people might get carried away
But that’s what happens
We had Britney Spears in the bed house suite
Playboy bunnies try to dance with me
Feels so high, won’t come down
Run this shit like we own this town
Boys champagne over rice crispys
Throwing at once we ain’t cash money
Feels so high, won’t come down
Run this shit like we own this town

(x2)
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Run this shit like we own this town