COVEY – Homebound

Chorus:
I’ll head homebound and split in two
If home is where the heart lays, then where is mine?
I’ll start over and make it on my own
‘Cause home is scattered everywhere
and everyone’s losing touch.

It’s been a few years since I was back
I’m not too sure when I was there last
and I’d love to say that I missed it
But truth be told I don’t
Maybe I should just move to the West Coast,
I’ve been out there a few times now
I don’t love it
Or I can move backwards across the Atlantic
Live a short life, live erratic

Chorus:
I’ll head homebound and split in two, eh
If home is where the heart lays, then where is mine?
I’ll start over and make it on my own
‘Cause home is scattered everywhere
and everyone’s losing touch.

Part of me wants to stay
Slowly rot away in the sunlight
Let the dirt replace me day by day
I won’t fight at all
Or maybe I could just move every week or two
Board a freight train
Take it easy
In the slow lane
Get some tattoos
From a crust punk
I befriended some night when we got drunk

Chorus:
I’ll head homebound and split in two, eh
If home is where the heart lays, then where is mine?
I’ll start over and make it on my own
‘Cause home is scattered everywhere
and everyone’s losing touch.

And it’s only getting easier
As I spend my days alone
And right now, I’m feeling safe
But it’s scaring me to death
I don’t want to lose my friends and family that I still have left
They’ll slowly watch me slip away.

[Drop]

I don’t care now, I’ll drive somewhere
In an old car on its last leg
As the fire ball will consume me
It will burn off all my nerve ends
(x3)

I’ll be happy
With no feeling
No more bad thoughts
For no reason.
(x2)

Penelope Scott – Soap Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There’s all this dirt under my nails
Wouldn’t you like to see where I went to high school?
Blood under my knuckles
You should’ve heard the way I spoke last night

[Chorus]
There is salt inside my mouth
Sugar on my tongue
Freckles on my cheeks
From good old-fashioned West Coast sun
I feel so beaten up and bruised
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
I can’t keep anything at all
From slipping through my raccoon claws
Except for (Mm-mm-mm-mm)

[Verse 2]
Soap under my nails
Can you imagine being back in high school?
Blood scratched from my knuckles
You should’ve called but I guess so should I (Mhm)

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
There’s salt inside my veins
Sugar on my tongue
Crinkles by my eyes
From goddamn fucking West Coast sun
I feel so bеaten up and bruised
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
I can’t keep anything at all
From slipping through my raccoon claws
Except for all

[Verse 3]
This soap undеr my nails
I never asked for this, I’m just one creature
Blood trapped in my knuckles
I don’t know what I wanted, I didn’t think it was this

[Chorus]
There’s sugar in my mouth
Liquor on my tongue
Freckles on my cheeks
From fucking goddamn West Coast fun
I feel so beaten up and used
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
I can’t keep anything at all
From slipping through my raccoon claws
Except for all
The soap (Mhm)

Green Day Releases New Single ‘Pollyanna’ and Confirms Hella Mega Tour Dates

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By JOHN DALY

Green Day has released a new single “Pollyanna,” which gives the listening public hope for a better day.

The band also recently confirmed dates for the Hella Mega Tour with Weezer, Fall Out Boy, and The Interrupters this summer.

With the new track, “Pollyanna,” the Northern California-based Green Day shows a positive outlook for the future of the U.S. and for those who want to get together for entertainment and concerts.

The band recently announced rescheduled dates for the Hella Mega Tour, which kicks off in Dallas on July 24 and wraps on the West Coast in September. Weezer, Fall Out Boy and The Interrupters join Green Day on the Tour.

“Everything’s gonna be all right / Don’t let em get you down / Don’t let ’em push you around / We’re gonna take back the night!

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Rostam – 4runner Lyrics

[Verse 1]
First time they took me down
I went down swinging
Second time, I didn’t put up a fight
I take the keys down from the hook
I pick you up from work
We stick to the straight roads up the West Coast
And I feel a part of me slide
When the trucks drive by
I feel ’em sway us side to side
You’re underneath a blanket on the backseat
I’m going station to station on the dial
Don’t wanna be pretty like a girl
I think I’m pretty much your boy
You wear a baseball cap all the time
And keep a knife in the passenger door

[Chorus]
Sleeping behind the wheel
Pulled over on the freeway
Four runner, stolen plates
Long, long gone
Take off a shift for me
I’m waiting down the street
Take all the time you want
To come, come, come

[Verse 2]
Last time we did it
We both knew it hit different
Lyin’ down across the front seat
Used to leave you weightless and listless
When the trucks drive by
I feel em sway us side to side
I used to keep you up all night
You used to drive when I got tired

[Chorus]

Sleeping behind the wheel
Pulled over on the freeway
Four runner, stolen plates
Long, long gone
Take off a shift for me
I’m waiting down the street
Take all the time you want
To come, come, come

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
I think we’re getting close
I think we’re getting closer
We got this four runner
And we been good together
I think we’re getting close
I think we’re getting closer
We got this four runner
And we been good together

[Chorus]
Sleeping behind the wheel
Pulled over on the freeway
Four runner, stolen plates
Long, long gone
Take off a shift for me
I’m waiting down the street
Take all the time you want
To come, come, come
Sleeping behind the wheel
Pulled over on the freeway
Four runner, stolen plates
Long, long gone
Take off a shift for me
I’m waiting down the street
Take all the time you want
To come, come, come
Sleeping behind the wheel
Pulled over on the freeway
Four runner, stolen plates
Long, long gone
Take off a shift for me

Duwap Kaine – Too Late Lyrics

[Chorus]
Go ahead, hit that boy wit’ a Drac’
Go ahead, put that boy on a plate
Go ahead, put that boy on his face
Boy, you better duck down before it’s too late
She wanna f*ck now ‘fore it’s too late
Y’all niggas snitchin’, that shit gay
Leave him missin’, that’s mayday

[Verse]
Leave him missin’ for about eight days
Hollows spittin’ out them AKs
Free lil’ Tay-K
When you shoot, you ain’t got no aim
12 locked up my brother, they did not detain
I’m gonna break ’em out ’cause these p*ssy niggas lame
Real nigga, give a f*ck ’bout some fame
We beat his ass, took that nigga false claim
Don’t throw up my shit nigga, throw up your hood
You in the hood but I know you ain’t good
Spike his ass up, put him in a ‘Wood
My childhood, I was up to no good
Trapped out and I’m right at the store
Thе junkies callin’ in, they want some morе
Good gas, I run right at the store
[?] hit me and she like, Bingo
Turn the lights off, where his chain go?
She ask for money man, that’s why I’m single
Lotta hunnids, we don’t do singles
That foreign car, man I pull up in Ghost

Start textin’ her, she say you goin’ ghost
That 30 round clip I do the most
Flex on her, that just [?]
We sippin’ lean, all the way on the West Coast
She call me to go
See 12, then a nigga just float
Hit the door man, I gotta go
I pour promethazine, the cup overflow
My bitch like, why you f*ckin’ that ho?
‘Cause your p*ssy trash, I don’t like it no more
Was trapped out, trapped out hard in a ho
Rap money, I ain’t trappin’ no more
Two cups, ain’t sippin’ Don Julio
Two thots sayin’ they wanna shoot a video
And they wanna take some flicks on a polaroid
And I got a finesse on a Android
I see the opps all but I wan’ avoid
If I have a baby, man I want a boy
Sippin’ on drank, sippin’ on Pink Floyd
I’m gettin’ them racks, nigga, like I’m Floyd

[Chorus]
Go ahead, hit that boy wit’ a Drac’
Go ahead, put that boy on a plate
Go ahead, put that boy on his face
Boy, you better duck down before it’s too late
She wanna f*ck now ‘fore it’s too late
Y’all niggas snitchin’, that shit gay
Leave him missin’, that’s mayday (Get him outta here)

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There is finally some good news on his health as fellow rap legend Ice T offered up an update via Twitter saying that Dre is finally home. “Update: Just FaceTimed with Dr. Dre,” Ice T wrote. “He just made it home. Safe and looking good.”

This is welcoming news for the hip hop community, given how serious a brain aneurysm is, as well as the length of time he spent in the hospital. Dr. Dre was hospitalized at the Cedars-Sinai hospital in Los Angeles, where he was admitted to the ICU. This means he spent 10 days getting treatment at the medical institution notorious for treating celebrities.

Ice T and Dr. Dre have been friends for years, which means that the West Coast rap legend is likely aware that Ice has been giving regular updates on his condition.

Aside from his recent health scare, Dr. Dre is currently in the middle of a bitter divorce from his estranged wife Nicole Young, who is gunning for a sizeable portion of his billion dollar fortune. While in the hospital, Dre agreed to pay her $2 million per month in temporary spousal support, a sum he first declared as too high.

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Aubrie Sellers – Going Places Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been to Reno through Mendocino
Up and down the West Coast and all the way back again
I’ve seen Florida beaches, Georgia peaches
I’d go to Venus if I had a spaceship

[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places

[Verse 2]
Left Carolina runnin’ from a diamond
And I’m still ridin’ down this old freeway
Past golden bridges, jagged ridges
Winding rivers and now I’m far away

[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (Ah, ah)
Ooh, ooh
I’m going places, mmm
Ooh

Kekra – Les Autres Lyrics

[Intro]
Tellement loin qu’j’vois plus les autres, ouais
J’suis tellement loin, j’vois plus les autres, ouais

[Couplet 1]
J’suis dans le tieks gros, j’ai les yeux rouges comme la West Coast
J’suis dans le tieks gros, j’ai les yeux rouges comme la West Coast
T’sais que je flex gros, si je veux gros, je les explose
T’sais que je flex gros, si je veux gros, je les explose
Prisonnier des finances, c’est du pilon qu’j’ai
Tous les matins j’me dis qu’je stoppe, tous les soirs je suis fonsdé
Et j’tise pas, prends pas d’C mais les délires sont spé’
2018 refré, le monde se ruine je sais

[Refrain]
J’suis tellement loin, j’vois plus les autres, ouais, ouais
J’suis tellement loin, j’vois plus les autres, ouais
Au départ j’faisais juste ça pour rigoler
Plus l’temps de déconner, j’suis là pour la monnaie, ouais
J’suis tellement loin qu’j’vois plus les autres

[Couplet 2]
J’ai gardé mon sque-ma pour pas changer
Les jaloux me critiquent comme si j’trimais pour eux
Faudra plus que l’mauvais œil pour me voir flancher
Ils voudraient m’voir fini mais c’est fini pour eux
Bah oui faut me distraire, bronzer au bord du soleil
La R à 27, des billets, j’me vois compter mes billets
J’veux pas savoir ce qu’en t’en fais, du moment que tu m’la payes
J’veux pas savoir ce qu’en t’en fais, du moment que tu m’la payes

[Refrain]
J’suis tellement loin, j’vois plus les autres
J’suis tellement loin qu’j’vois plus les autres, ouais
Au départ j’faisais ça juste pour rigoler
Plus l’temps de déconner, j’suis là pour la monnaie, ouais
J’suis tellement loin qu’j’vois plus les autres, les autres, les autres
J’suis tellement loin qu’j’vois plus les autres, les autres, les autres
J’suis tellement loin qu’j’vois plus les autres, ouais
Au départ j’faisais ça juste pour rigoler
Plus l’temps de déconner, j’suis là pour la monnaie
J’suis tellement loin qu’j’vois plus les autres, les autres, les autres

[Outro]
J’suis tellement loin qu’j’vois plus les autres
J’vois plus les autres, j’vois plus les autres, nan
J’vois plus les autres, nan, j’vois plus les autres
J’vois personne, j’vois personne, nan
Bibi le cash, laisse-moi solo
Bibi le cash, laisse-moi solo
Laisse-moi solo, laisse-moi solo, ouais
Laissez-moi dans mon coin, j’suis méfiant
Laissez-moi dans mon coin, j’suis méfiant
Laissez-moi dans mon coin, j’suis méfiant

Sansar Salvo – Araban Lyrics

[Nakarat]
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar

[Verse 1]
Yabancı bi’ yerde dönüp arkanı gidince
Kimse merak etmez hem de buraya bile gelince
Hala sokaklardasın tanımadığın evlerde
Ders çalış fahişe, kalbin nerde?

Liseyi bitirene kadar altı okul değiştirdim
Kendimi geliştirdim ve bu gerçek
Orospularından istediğin birini seç, seç ki
Ellerini çocukların üzerinden çek

Bu baskı moruk fazla bana 18 yaşında
Allah’ın cezası ben monarşinin başında
Sokaklar üstüme gelir susarım kaşınmam
Beef zaman kaybı anladım mümkünse karışmam

Bıraksam yayınlanıcak 300 şarkı kilerde
Umarım kaybederim yoksa şişer bi’ yerler
Ne o öyle şalvar gibi pantolonlar diyenler
Rapçilerin takımı büyük ondan bol giyerler

[Nakarat]
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar

Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar

[Verse 2]
Kaldığım yerden devam hayatıma
Gücüm yettikçe almıyorum duman
Arkana yaslar bu basslar sana bile fazla
Yapıcaklarımı yapanlar yolunda toslar

Dobes pier gibi, kümes büyük bi’ yer gibi
Herkes bana ayar gibi, takılanlar hıyar gibi
Gece sesimi duyar gibi, olduğundan uyar gibi
Yapıp deviriceksin, aklını yiyim senin

Çekimde korkusuzum ama film çekmiyorum
Filmlerde ben genelde sonlarda çakmıyorum
Kafam eğik bünye bitti fazla takmıyorum
Onlardan geri miyim ki donlardan çıkmıyorum

Moruk Özgü Namal yavru kedi kadar tatlı
Moruk benim rapim yani evim yedi katlı
Yer altında kral değilim isteyenin tahtı çünkü
Albümlerim dandik, çizik attım

[Nakarat]
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar

Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar

(Lan gardaş bu nasıl yara?)
(Lan gardaş bu nasıl yara?)
(Lan gardaş bu nasıl yara?)
(Lan gardaş bu nasıl yara?)

[Verse 3]
En cooluyla oturalım, vodka iste “Kaçlık?”
Jointe almayınca cebimde var harçlık
Maalesef ki memleketin her yerinde açlık
Çünkü politikacılarımız dünya kadar yaşlı

Sen değilsin benim varsa bu müziği aydını jön
Aklını kullansaydın bu durumda olmazdın
Salak mısın her şarkıda siyasetin hep gazdır
2002’deki ben gibi çaylaklar gazlı

West Coast ritimlere doğu yakası tarzı
Duygusal müziğe sert söz bu benim tarzım
Sürekli problem çıkartıyor bana ağzım
Ve ifade edemem bundan aldığım hazzı

[Nakarat]
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar

Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar

Shotta Spence – White Collar Lyrics

[Intro]
Shotta

[Bridge]
Checks I’ve been cashing been looking like whoa
Check out my feet, you ain’t never seen those
Everyone’s stealing my sauce from my head to my toes
This looks familiar I been here before
Walking with Benjamins and they can’t fold
Only want chains if they 24 gold
Suddenly grown men be acting like hoes
Doing anything for a damn dollar

[Hook]
White Collar
I could never be, white collar
I will never fall down South
I been trippin out down South

[Verse 1]
Think I been drivin, 24 hours
Just one thing on my mind, almighty dollar
Why you tryna race when your tank on “E”?
Stop acting like you don’t bleed like me
We got the scene jump-jumpin
Now they wanna bite the Ear Drummers-
Like they name Mike Tyson
404 ridin
Grind out ’til I’m West Coast vibin
IPhone got money coming in
I can’t be white collar
Once I step in the building
All you broke boys gon’ start kneeling
Yup, got my money going up now
I got stacks inside my ceiling
I just stepped in the building kicking flavor for the children
Chain and my ring so bright I think my skin is gon’ start peeling

[Bridge]
Checks I’ve been cashing been looking like whoa
Check out my feet you ain’t never seen those
Everyone’s stealing my sauce from my head to my toes
This looks familiar I been here before
Walking with Benjamins and they can’t fold
Only want chains if they 24 gold
Suddenly grown men be acting like hoes
Doing anything for a damn dollar

[Hook]
White collar
I could never be, white collar
I will never fall down South
I been trippin out down South

[Verse 2]
Bang bang boogy lets see what you got
Four door benzo chopped off the top
Got a speeding ticket when I pulled it out the lot
Shawty I pull up to Barneys and be like
“excuse me, want ten of those” (ten)
Dealing with all of this business and bitches at once
It feel like I got tentacles
I’m at the Luxor hotel I feel like I’m in Cairo
Pull up to the roulette table, put it all on red I’m high rollin
Look who came to the party in that Bimmer with no ceiling
Once we step in the building all these bitches in they feelings
They asking how I did it when they see just how I’m living
Can’t be chasing women I’m to busy chasing illions

[Bridge]
Checks I’ve been cashing been looking like whoa
Check out my feet you ain’t never seen those
Everyone’s stealing my sauce from my head to my toes
This looks familiar I been here before
Walking with Benjamins and they can’t fold
Only want chains if they 24 gold
Suddenly grown men be acting like hoes
Doing anything for a damn dollar

[Hook]
White Collar
I could never be, white collar
I will never fall down South
I been trippin out down South

Moneybagg Yo – Pistol By Da Bed Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ah
Yeah
DTB, you play too much

[Verse 1]
Million in jewels, don’t include what I got on (Not these)
I was already rich before they caught on (Got it up)
Play both sides, apologize, you still get shot on (Brrt)
Sign a shooter, do walk throughs, he don’t drop songs (For real)
Runtz in my blunt real muscle, this shit cock strong (Woah)
Lamborghini decapitated, the top gone
I love that sloppy head, ‘specially when she lookin’
Got my pistol by the bed while I’m killin’ that pussy (Ugh, ugh)

[Chorus]
Run that bag up through the roof, roof, roof (Roof, roof, roof)
She like, “Bagg, you a dog,” I’m like, “Roof, roof, roof” (Roof, roof, roof)
Paid a car for a watch, this a two-tone coupe (Two-tone)
If I was lame like you is, I’d hate me too (Hate me too)
Plug sent a bale, then I broke that shit down (Hey)
Live by the code, never wrote that shit down (Nah)
Bae so fuckin’ ratchet, got the strap in her gown (Brrt)
If she a real bitch, she gon’ hold that shit down (Down)

[Verse 2]
I ain’t feelin’ none of you niggas, I’m on morphine (Dope)
I get what you get for a show whenever the door swing (Trap)
Snot nose, big boogers in the watch (Wristwatch)
She a thot, stick my finger in her twat (In her pussy)
Get in, sit in, I pulled up in the latest
Water on me, I’m hydrated
Blew that money ’cause I made it
Tryna hit Kylie and Kendall, I don’t care if they related (So?)
Deposit for like eighty, I just spent that on my babies
Got big love for the West Coast, good gas, that petrol
My closet Rodeo, lot of Off-White, no mayo
Your stylist is childish, put him in detention
My clips got extensions like hair on my bitches

[Chorus]
Run that bag up through the roof, roof, roof (Roof, roof, roof)
She like, “Bagg, you a dog,” I’m like, “Roof, roof, roof” (Roof, roof, roof)
Paid a car for a watch, this a two-tone coupe (Two-tone)
If I was lame like you is, I’d hate me too (Hate me too)
Plug sent a bale, then I broke that shit down (Hey)
Live by the code, never wrote that shit down (Nah)
Bae so fuckin’ ratchet, got the strap in her gown (Brrt)
If she a real bitch, she gon’ hold that shit down (Down)

[Outro]
Got my pistol by the bed, pistol by the bed, pistol by the
Pistol by the bed while I’m killing that pussy
Got my pistol by the bed, pistol by the bed, pistol by the
Pistol by the bed while I’m killing that pussy

Yung Bans – READY SET GO Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go
(You have 937 messages)
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
(Goose with another one)

[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go
We gon’ get back on
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
Let these bitches know

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Like ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, oh, ready, set, go

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Yeah, diamonds on me white on white like Ku Klux, yeah
I’m on house arrest, but I still blew up
Yeah, my watch man changed my rings, cost a cool hundred
Hey, bitch, I came from nothin’, turned it into somethin’, yeah
Turned it into somethin’, now your bitch is fuckin’, ayy
Late night bustin’, uh, pussy wet, gushin’, ooh
Me and Greedo stuntin’, huh, niggas lame, fuck ’em, uh
Strapped up, rubber, yeah, draped in Undercover

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go, Ksubi on my clothes
Balmain on my toes, I can’t trust these hoes
I can’t do these numbers, I can’t trust these 304s
Mr. 103, yeah, I’m from the West Coast
But I don’t rep that shit, East Side, we Crippin’, bitch (Baby Loc)
I can’t touch this bitch, you should get tested, bitch (Kitty too strong)
‘Cause I smell that stench, yeah, bitch, I smell that stench (Gotta go)
Bitch, I’m on the mound, I’m just tryna make a pitch
Ready, set, go
I was in the club, VIP, went to his show
Say he like my flow
Told me I was ready, we should hit the studio
Grew up off the legends, now I’m a legend for sure
Me and Yung Bans got that money but it’s old
We can’t trust these hoes, we can’t trust these 304s
Ready, set, go, better use your feet, bitch
Use your tiptoes, bitch, go

[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo & Yung Bans]
Ready, set, go, go
Leave you ’til the sun out, do it at the show
Ready, bitch, go
Ready, set, go
Make that bitch pose
Mr. 3-0
That’s what she told
Hey, get it out the mud

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go (Ready, set, go)

[Outro: XXXTENTACION & Yung Bans]
I was just callin’ you to let you know I’m finna do the song
Ayy, bruh, bruh, do it, do it, and then call me, nigga
Alright, I got you
I’ma see you back in Miami
Alright, bro
Gang
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Wanna hear somethin’ fire?

Dreamville – LamboTruck Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, what’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
What’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold

[Verse 1: Cozz]
Oh yeah
Lookin’ great but feeling bummy
I just ate, but still I’m hungry
I got something, but I ain’t nothing
Brother tummy isn’t chubby
Bills like nymphos, they keep coming
Always something, something, something
Copped some things but I ain’t fed
Dreams alive, my wallet dead
Pockets been bleeding
I got a reason to commit treason
But I’ma hit REASON and see what he think
About how he been treated at TDE
‘Cause I done been scheming
Schoolboy just dropped, give me the cue
I’m desperate enough to go do what it do
SZA done popped and y’all got Dot
I heard Jay Rock has been moving them units
Soul and Isaiah Rashad, boy, you niggas really at the top
Almost thought about popping a Glock
But a nigga ain’t stupid and I ain’t a shooter
But who really is until they provoked?
Nigga, this hunger got me finna choke
Starting to think that this isn’t a joke
Gave up the liquor, I’m bringing the smoke
I talked to Bas, we fiending for more
A nigga done tried speaking to Cole
He be too busy but he be the bro
Shit, fuck it, I know how it go
So if I can’t get a response from my label
And get some more food on my table
We can turn this thing into a fable
And take what I can if I’m able

[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, what’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
What’s those? You want these
Gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold

[Verse 2: REASON]
Yeah yeah, woah
Top Dawg with some Dreamers
Can’t believe it, you surprised, ‘prised
I been on the same shit, getting brain, I’m such a wise guy
Niggas took shots, plenty, South Park, Kenny, I don’t die die
I’m not just gonna slide on you, my nigga, we gon’ slide slide
Made a living staying posted like I’m Diesel, this no sequel
This that third times a charm and I been charming, Cozz been evil
You get clips, this hammer regal
Unexpected, there you have, it’s been affected
So ill, these words infectious
I don’t do ho shit, niggas so hopeless
I been on pro shit, this West Coast shit
We don’t negotiate with roaches
I keep it player, never need coaches
Never need towels, no teammate
Drink some Jamie, I can’t see straight
Cheese like Green Bay, roger that
New West niggas, me and Cozz been that
Good weed bring a nigga asthma back
Getting good bread, got my wallet stacked
Lately, been spinning like laundromats
Lately, I been seeing all kinds of black
Wait, look, I’m lying, look
Cozz, look, I done been broke too long
Nigga bills too long, can’t hide that, nigga
Cole just pulled up in a Lamborghini truck
On the homies and God, we should rob that nigga

[Verse 3: Cozz & REASON]
Rob that nigga?
Yeah, rob that nigga
Look, Rob, my nigga
You could try, but Cole ain’t a thot, my nigga
Wait Cozz, I ain’t sayin’ he a thot, my nigga
Look, let me explain
We could tie Ib up
Throw him in the back of a Lamborghin’ truck
Cole do something, we could let a Glock squeeze up
Wait chill, ease up
I ain’t really trying to get involved, my nigga, look
We ain’t got the same father or mother, but that’s my brother
Can’t cross my nigga
Shit, well I’m Top Dawg, my nigga, so
I ain’t gotta pay a cost, my nigga
Your loss, my nigga, just don’t off that nigga
Shit, fuck it, I’ll stop
Look, let’s make a deal
While I go and rob Cole, you go rob Top
Cool

[Outro: REASON]
Picture me having what they told me I should have
I’ve been living off scraps, I done sold a couple packs
I been smoking potent, sippin’ slow, fuck you think I’m in it for?
I’m just tryna make a bag
I’ll be damned if I ain’t make a bag
Thinking slow, living fast
Nice guys finish last
West Coast, getting cash
Niggas think they balling, they done made a couple wads
Just a couple West niggas, we gon’ show you how to rob

YG – Hard Bottoms & White Socks Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
I would like to welcome a special guest tonight
He go by the name of
Y’all know his name
He is a very important person of this little world of ours
Now I’ma let him take the stage
(This that real rap shit, ya bitch)

[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop

[Verse 1]
I’m the face of this shit, I’m the base of this shit
I was made for this shit, I got the taste for this shit
I’m tellin’ you
I’m not preachin’, I’m not Ma$e in this shit
I’m really West Side, I catch a case for this shit
Let the marathon continue, it’s not a race with this shit
And I ain’t even have no oldheads to lace me with shit
All my homies gang but now they changin’ and shit
I mean, it’s still gang gang but now they makin’ some chips
Ooh, I represent this shit to the T
I represent this shit like I do Bompton trees
This ain’t no smoke and mirror, nigga, fuck nicotine
Lookin’ like the West every time I hit the scene
Me and Mustard kept this shit lit, ooh
Pac ain’t the only motherfucker with the juice
Call Dre, call Snoop, call Game and Kendrick too
When you think about the West, it’s me and Nip, red and blue, nigga

[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop

[Verse 2]
I’m on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, clout chasin’
Whoever think different, I’ll diss ’em
They be tryna, tryna, tryna put me in a box
I be steady tryna tell these bitch niggas they not
They be tryna say I’m only urban, I say I’m pop
They be like, “How you figure that?” I say, “I’m hot,” bitch
I’m in the Lambo drop-top, bitch
I turn a good girl to a thot, bitch
We the reason that the strip club pop, bitch
I’m the face, yeah, I had to shoot my shot, bitch
Everybody wanna be Pac, I’m Suge
I’m bailin’ niggas out like I’m Suge
I’m slappin’ niggas up like I’m Suge
Set these rapper niggas up like I’m Suge

[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop

[Verse 3]
I put my niggas on, now they lit
Pusha right at Interscope, Mustard rich
B-More run a label, you gotta meet with him
Gav and Charlie designed 4Hunnid, Nano writin’ hits
My bro on this shit, he up next
I feel good, I feel great, I feel blessed
Bad check, swag check, dad check, designer check
It ain’t nothin’ to remind you, check
I’m that nigga that wear that hard bottoms with the white socks
I’m the nigga that had Bompton there shootin’ videos on the block
I’m that young Piru, SuWoop gang, fly ass nigga
I’m the nigga, I’m the nigga, I’m the fuckin’ nigga

[Outro]
What did Drake say?
“You don’t need no motherfuckin’ awards, you already won”
Bitch, I won
I won, bitch, tell me different, anybody
Cross the line if you feel different, nigga

2 Chainz – High Top Versace Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
ATL Jacob
Proud of you
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “Yeah, mon”
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let’s go, let’s go)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Bankroll)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

Foster The People – Worst Nites Lyrics

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Verse 1]
Startin’ it up after dark
Chasin’ thoughts, cruisin’ through Echo Park
Joined the vultures eatin’ paradise
Gettin’ tilted, yeah, we’ll pay the price (But ain’t it nice?)

[Pre-Chorus]
Never say, “Goodbye”, we say, “Hello”
Faded in the sunshine and the snow

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Break]

[Verse 2]
Skippin’ lines and brushin’ past the suits
Duckin’ pictures and droppin’ some truths
Now I’m gettin’ lost up in the Hills
But cruise the ’Gram and now I’m catchin’ feels
Is this for real?

[Pre-Chorus]
Never say, “Goodbye”, we say, “Hello”
Faded in the sunshine and the snow

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Break]

[Bridge]
Yeah, you know
It’s only in L.A
Yeah, uh huh
(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Only in L.A
(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Outro]
(Lo-fi, lo-fi)
Yeah, uh huh
Highs filtered through the low
You know, woo
High life filtered through the lo-fi

Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

LP – Girls Go Wild Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been caged, I’ve been hounded, I’ve been hunted and tamed
I’m the outlaw of outside and ready to rage
I’m in search of the heart I can eat to renew me, yeah
And I’m dazzled by all of the things that undo me

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Verse 2]
Take my love, take my soul, you just take what you can
When we fuck now, it feels like you don’t understand
Tell you what, it don’t suck, and I need you right now, yeah
You’re the one that I want, so I won’t make a sound

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Bridge]
I really love you
You know I really do
Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too
I really love you
So what you wanna do?

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Outro]
(It’s all in the name of the wild wild west)
I really love you
You know I really do
Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too
I really love you
So what you wanna do

Alex Sol – It Is Final lyrics

I
Ahah no more waking up early no racing cars
And sitting in highway traffic frowning
Put a smile on your face and celebrate
Get up and dance and have fun

II
It is final the last day of your life
You are waiting on this moment to come
After thirty-five years of service
It’s time to go it’s time to say goodbye

Chorus
Do you know where you are going
Do you have a solid plan
Take the train to the trans-Siberia
Or drive to the mountains of Carpathia
Make your dreams come true make your dreams come true
‘Cause time is your friend right now

You can ride your bike from the Northeast to the West Coast
Fly fishing in North Dakota
Ride your ATV in your Texas ranch all day
Make your dreams come true make your dreams come true
‘Cause time is your friend right now

III
Ahah It’s time to turn the leaf of time change the page
Ahah You can watch the sun go by everyday
Or drink your hunter by a shaded shore all day
Put your worries aside and celebrate
Get up and dance ‘cause time is your friend

Repeat Chorus

Take the train ride your bike
Ride the ATV fly fishing day and night
Make your dreams come true
Make your dreams come true
‘Cause time is your friend right now

Ahah Take the train ride your bike
Ahah Ride your ATV fly fishing day and night
Make your dreams come true
Make your dreams come true
‘Cause time is your friend right now

Ahah Take the train ride your bike
Ahah Ride your ATV fly fishing day and night
Make your dreams come true
Make your dreams come true
‘Cause time is your friend right now

(Repeat until fade)

Andre – Go Home lyrics

INTRO
Man: “Andre Fellas,
Alot of people think your song
Kind of bring back alot of memories,
So what u got to say?”

ANDRE: “Oh yeah!
They keep asking the same questions all these years. But they aint never gonna set their eyes on me again.

VERSE 1 (Andre):
I told you I’ll be free at last, I got to find a place to breathe. For nobody cares you ‘re full of dreams. It’s so hard, to make it through, without consumed by the world goons. What can I do if it was true that I was playing fool?There’s still no love just the way it was. Even worst, no one to trust, only God can judge. We couldn’t run, so we kept dreaming if one day we could be free from this darkness. Fall asleep
They never ceased with this madness,
Pursue my dreams to my casket, God bless this little child from the closet who only asked, what could be worst for a nigga to die with so much dreams, full of energy the world can’t find,for at a time we were full of smile. But , everybody know I wasn’t satisfied
.
CHORUS:
Can’t you see,
I don’t want to be here,
Can’t you see,
I’m tired to be here,
Can’t you see,
I don’t want to be here,
Can’t you see,
I’m tired to be here,

Can’t you see,
I want to go home,
But girl, you never want to let go,
Can’t you see,
I want to go home,
But girl, you never want to let go,

VERSE2 (SSGRACE):
Picture the world, what do you see? I see cruelty..LYRICS MISSING

VERSE 3 (Andre):
Welcome home, I saw the stress that
My mama holds. We were black, so we
Were busted in this white house. Jealousy, they couldn’t proceed, so there was no peace. Smiling down, I still see tears of lost crown. One day we pray not to lose by our own rules. Nobody give a damn about you if you choose to
Lose. We broke the rules, to be famous, you got to be true. Recognizing my life was doomed, so I got to choose. Hey niggas don’t you be fooled, I sold my soul for food. Not knowing what else to
Do, they got me introduced. That was the day my life was doomed, but I never knew, ’cause the life was good, everything came so fast and good. It
Was true we left the hood, we forgot the rules. Hoping to find a better day, we became fools.

OUTRO (Andre talks):
My name is ANDRE FELLAS. And I want to give a shout-out to the Shakur’s family for their love and support. And to Dr Dre, Snoop D.O Doule G, and to all my folks back in LA. How y’all keeing up? It’s all good ’cause we got to stay true. West Coast, East Coast, we all living together now. God bless y’all.

Davis Mallory – Dance With Me lyrics

My head gets caught in the moment, but my heart doesn’t know it, heart doesn’t know it
Somehow I’m lost in the lonely, but it’s too hard to show it, too hard to show it
Danse avec moi
Danse avec moi
Danse avec moi
Do I fall in?
Do I fall in?
Do I fall in?

I travel down the West Coast with sun on my shoulders, the sun’s on my shoulders
My heart’s a winding road but I can’t control it and nobody knows it
Do I fall in love?
Do I fall In love?
Do I fall in love?
Do I fall in?
Lo-o-o-o-ove
Do I fall in Love?

You are the one to open my eyes
And you are the one to make me think twice
And you are the one I want to spend my life with

You are the one, you’re looking so nice
When I’m with you I’m in paradise
Spending my days thinking about you baby

You are the one, I want to be with
You’re on my mind, I just can’t forget you
You are the one I’m going to spend my life with
Oh baby

Do I fall in?
Do I fall in Lo-o-o-o-o-ve?
Do I fall in?

Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I fall in love?
Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I fall in?

Do I fall in Lo-o-o-o-o-o-ve?
Do I fall in?

Flo Rida – Dancer

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, used ride on the metro
Had a dream of diamonds and stilettos
First class in Miami from the West Coast
Never wanted to be homecoming queen
Not just another girl in the strip club
Working hard, not a dollar’s gonna miss her
Big, big bags, I’m gonna tip her
Making sure she’s gonna come home with me

[Pre-Chorus]
One money, two honey
How much can I throw?
And for her I can’t say no
I won’t let go

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a

[Verse 2]
It’s 3AM and we’re only getting started
In the cab on the way to your apartment
Tonight you made the killing cause you’re gorgeous
Yeah, we’re gonna have a hell of a time
Blew hunneds everywhere like a cartoon
Ooh baby, I can’t take my eyes off you
Give it to me like yo mamma never taught you
I’ll make it rain for the rest of your life

[Pre-Chorus]
One money, two honey
How much can I throw?
And for her I can’t say no
Oh, I won’t let go

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a…

[Bridge]
Nothing gets me going like when she put on a show
Ain’t ashamed to say it, I’ll let everybody know
You don’t have to say no words, you let your body speak
Baby I don’t care, no I don’t care

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a…

Marshmello Goes Pop With Anne-Marie Collab “Friends” [LISTEN]

As promised, Marshmello is hitting us with some fresh new music this Friday!

We can’t file it into his usual “future bass” category, because Marsh gets out of his comfort zone and into the friends zone with this one. The alluring vocal coos of Anne-Marie and Ed Sheeran-like acoustic strums are sure signs from the get go that Marshmello is taking his production elsewhere.

As Anne-Marie takes the lead, Marshmello lays down a delicate yet assertive beat perfectly fit for the subject matter. “Friends” progresses, and Marsh has a field day experimenting with new sounds and ultimately coming up with a pretty sick pop track. He’s not afraid to get weird with it, layering elements reminiscent of early 2000’s West Coast hip hop, with an updated feel.

Go in with an open mind and you just might find “Friends” stuck in your head today!

Marshmello & Anne-Marie

Lyrics

[Intro: Anne-Marie]
Oooh-oh, Oooh-woh
Oooh-oh, Oooh-woh

[Verse 1: Anne-Marie]
You say you love me, I say you crazy
We’re nothing more than friends
You’re not my lover, more like a brother
I known you since we were like ten, yeah

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[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it!
When you say you love me, that make me crazy
Here we go again

[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-EN-D-S
F-R-I-EN-D-S

[Verse 2: Anne-Marie]
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Turning up at my door
It’s two in the morning, the rain is pouring
Haven’t we been here before?

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[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Here we go again

[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Haven’t I made it?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (Haven’t I made it clear?)
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear? (Haven’t I?)
Want me to spell it out for you? (to spell it out for you?)
F-R-I-EN-D-S
F-R-I-EN-D-S

[Bridge: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-EN-D-S
That’s how you f***** spell “friends”
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Get that shit inside your head
No, no, yeah, uh, ahh
F-R-I-EN-D-S
We’re just friends

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[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going nowhere without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Have I not made it obvious?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (I made it very clear)
Want me to spell it out for you? (yeah)
F-R-I-EN-D-S (I said F-R-I-EN-D-S)
Haven’t I made it obvious? (I made it very obvious)
Haven’t I made it clear? (I made it very clear)
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-EN-D-S
F-R-I-EN-D-S

[Outro: Anne-Marie]
Ohhh-oh, ohhh-oh, ohhh,oh
Ahhh-oh, ahhh-oh, ahh-oh

Photo via Rukes.com

Katy Perry – California Gurls (Passion Pit Main Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Greetings, loved ones
Let’s take, take, take journey

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
I know a place where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet and wild
There must be something in the water
Sipping gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees (undone)
The boys break their necks
Trying to creep a little sneak peek (at us)

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love, in love, in love, in love

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Sex (sex) on the beach
We don’t mind sand in our stilettos
We freak in my Jeep
Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo, oh-oh

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg + Katy Perry]
Toned, tan, fit and ready
Turn it up cause it’s getting heavy
Wild, wild, West Coast
These are the girls I love the most
I mean the ones, I mean like she’s the one
Kiss her, touch her, squeeze her buns
(Uh!) The girl’s a freak
She drive a Jeep and live on the beach
I’m okay, I won’t play
I love the Bay just like I love L.A
Venice Beach and Palm Springs
Summertime is everything
Homeboys banging out
All that ass hanging out
Bikinis, zucchinis, martinis, no weenies
Just the king and a queenie
Katy, my lady (Yeah?)
Lookie here, baby (Uh-huh)
I’m all up on ya
‘Cause you representing California (Ooh ooh)

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Outro: Vocoder]
California, California girls
California, California girls

Vance Joy – Saturday Sun (Lyric Video)

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost

[Verse 1]
So tired of sleepin’ alone
So tired of eatin’ alone
I need to ask her what’s goin’ on
Are we goin’ strong?
She fell at rest in her hair
My shoulder was the perfect height
We fit so right, so what’s goin’ on?
‘Cause I’ve been undone
The long drive, the coastline
Lookin’ out at first light
Am I still on her mind?
I’ve been undone

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost
Ever lost

[Post-Chorus]
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

[Verse 2]
And still the memory’s right there
She put the breeze in my hair
No kiss was softer, softer than this
I’m readin’ her lips, oh
Each line I read
She left her books in my bed
And her song in my head
I’ve been undone

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost
Ever lost

[Post-Chorus]
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Lost
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Lost
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Oh, Saturday Sun
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Lost, oh Saturday Sun
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
I met someone
Oh, Saturday Sun
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

[Outro]
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

Warm Brew – Stretch

[Intro]
These record labels don’t want artists to talk to each other
We get to talking too much, we just might put a union together (mmm)
And if we unionize, they can’t win no more (right)
Don’t you fools realize?

[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Verse 1: Tony London]
Yeah, feels like my eyes haven’t seen it
Been dreaming so hard ’til the day that I meet it
I’m greeted by the homies Warm Brew on the West Coast
Linked up with [?]
Just a humble nigga givin’ y’all the real shit
Life is more than just a nigga gettin’ hoes and riches
Yeah, difference between a boy and a man
You gotta get what you got and take what you can

[Verse 2: Manu Li]
Christ, for this shit all up in my life
Best case scenario my burials in near sight
Pessimist name [?]
[?] on the moon on shrooms
Mescaline, I’m masculine, I’m flexin’
You should be complying with the giant when he’s destined
The sparkle in my eyes, I really hope you shine
Big shot, Manu Li, it’s my time, I’mma start

[Verse 3: Omar Bunyan]
Five deep in the fourth seat, hard to watch it from the nose bleed
They say you wanna good girl then you should go to church
From what I heard now a days is where the hoes be
Side street, back seat, blowing OG
Tonight I’m chilling flow free like a cold breeze
I live my life and pay no mind to what these hoes need
For attention, go hard ’til the toes bleed

[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Verse 4: MENT Nelson ]
Even if I don’t want to, there’s nothing I won’t do, to prove I’m a friend
No matter the weather, I’m here for whatever, just say what it is
Cuz we all family, treat you like my closest kin
If we don;t know the score then how the hell we supposed to win

[Verse 5:]
I’ve got niggas my rolling with me, yeah we making a movement
Nelson taught me [?]
With Warm Brew, my whole crew, Superman, no phone booth
Never gotta change you hoes do, if a nigga want the funk then roll through
I got some partners that can never compare, we got some shit that flip your mind like that nigga foretell
All you niggas prepare, with my niggas making moves to a home in the Air, no doubt we rolling there

[Verse 6:]
Yeah then I’m about to go on strike with my niggas
From the weak and the whack that’s making tracks
Better take it back like a pimp in a ‘lac
Major monkey on a real bitch’s back
Makin’ money off hella sacks
Like I’m on fifth L put the money in the bag
Call a nigga up when you need some grass
Yea this motherfucking game ain’t (?)
And the partners I roll with play pop in the CD
I guarantee the head start bobbin’ and shakin’
You’ll like more then them hotdogs wrapped in bacon
From them (?) outside of the Staples Center
Man step on up if you thinking you a contender
To this ruggedly handsome playa that’s slim and slender
Yo’ bitch she want a union leader take it then I bend her, now go
[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

Cherry lambo – Evalyn lyrics

Lyrics Evalyn – Cherry lambo

I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
Wanna be king in a cherry Lambo
I wanna go hard, but I wanna lay low, I want it all
I want a boyfriend, but I wanna run free
Wanna be nasty, wanna be sweet
Want the West Coast with the little Wall Street, I want it all.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what you know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.

I wanna hop trains, wanna win the lotto
And buy my mama a sick condo
In my Chuck Taylors and my Tom Ford, I want it all
I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
We could be kings in a cherry Lambo
If you wanna hang tight or you wanna let go, we’ll have it all.

Got debt that we owe, f*ck what we know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Versuri-lyrics.info
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what I now
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.
Evalyn lyrics
Video lambo

ASAP Ferg – East Coast Remix (feat. Busta Rhymes) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil’ mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
‘Fore we run up inside of that nigga’s lil’ condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we’re in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got (come on)
Don’t do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Y’all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I’m missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who’s that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I’m finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I’m the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Blackin’ like I’m fresh out from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn’t ride an instrumental but they ridin’ dick
I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, (aye) his diamonds like tip (aye)
His skin too clear, (aye) his bitch gon’ stare (aye)
So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie’s lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I’m going (woo!)
Running, pitching like I’m bowling (woo!)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I’m Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I’m more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters on collins
I feel like a coach, I’m recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I’m ballin’ in blue like I’m hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don’t play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon’ pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I’m still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I’m mashin’

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga

[Verse 6: Rick Ross]
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I’ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz’s Angels
Never was a client, ’cause that boy ain’t buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder’s fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don’t speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I’ma turn the labels out

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp, young nigga that’s doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y’all niggas gon’ get merked
What the fuck is you talking ’bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon’ put in work
Bang on ya’ gang culture, out of this world
It’s all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don’t slip, think not, on the block where it’s hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on ’em
I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin’
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I’m from Long Beach

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
See I’m from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
See I’m from Long Beach
This that East Coast motherfucker
California motherfucker, see I’m from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
West Coast

Snoop Dogg – Neva Left

Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you ain’t what you used to be
I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don’t do it, do they?
So I’m doin’ it for y’all
Marco or bust, I’ma ruin it for y’all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
And get it crackin’ with the slapper, jacker
Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain’t me
Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can’t you see?
Rider, like the toners on my Chevrolet
West Coast, motherfucker, that’s the only way
Yeah homie, what you say?
Home of the woop, womp and gunplay
A lot of homies shoot the J
But most of ’em prefer to shoot the K
Yeah, that’s the good life
And where we come from, loc, that’s the hood life
Where your mama and daddy
Throw the set up out the moon while they swingin’ the caddy
That’s on the set, tats on they neck
Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck
I’m dazed and blazed, no confusin’, I’m choosin’
This how I was raised
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out
This Crips, nigga
That’s crazy, cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin’ on bikes with their canes with they flags on the end
C. Walton, Stacey Adams, five-oh-one
That shit was fascinating
The Miles Davis of gangbangin’ and crack slangin’
Drivin’ a fresh rock, run ’em with blocks in ’em
Fresh out the county, I’m boxin’ ’em
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, with knock in it
Now I’m rockin’ it, six-one blockin’ it
If y’all ridin’ by, my nigga, we cockin’ it
Poppin’ on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain’t no stoppin’ us
My recipe is treachery
The best in me, nigga, the West to be
A better place for the one of Ace
Put a nince millimeter in your fuckin’ face
And let you say your grace before you have a taste
Of reality, set in, yeah, it’s your fate
Now your homies at your funeral
Plottin’ on some get back
But you can’t get back ’cause nigga, you dated
Another sad gangsta story
And usually ones with the territory
No nuts, no glory
No pain, no gain
Life for a nigga growin’ up in the game
This slangin’ thangs
Drinkin’, sell a lil’ cocaine
Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it
Now everybody know me
They watchin’ the makings of a real OG
Yeah, they say if you watch somethin’ long enough, you’ll become it
You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery
That’s what I was told
A lot of niggas is imitatin’ this real gangsta shit
You ain’t cut from it
You dig?
Yeah, scarin’ all the white folk
While stayin’ on the right note
And you can quote me if you want to
Don’t say what you will do, nigga, what you gon’ do?
I’m live in the flesh
Caught him on Imperial left five in his chest
Survive in the west
It’s a everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam
And how you like me now?
Crip ’til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow
Yeah, it’s my chance to prance
I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my drink down, I’m tryna C walk, loc
See I’mma take off, break off
And make off with the cash
At the pad with, a thick lil’ bitch, she super bad
Gangsta, gangsta
Futuristics
Snoop Dogg
Forty-eight hunnid
C’s up, yeah
Shooters, shout out to my home boys
Harlem Thirty, yeah
Real shit
All my niggas on the East coast
Six-oh’s, Eight Tray, Hoovers
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
And the South side, ya dig?
Nutty Blocc
Santana
Oh, can’t forget them Long Beach niggas
East side the same
Rollin twenty Crips
19th Street
West side, you know what’s hap’nin’
Saten Day, West Coast
North side four corner block
Old hood, yeah
Crip shit

2Pac – Thug Style (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain’t shit
That nigga ain’t from muhfuckin’ New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck ‘Pac that nigga West Coast
That fucker that always with them New York niggas
Seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain’t from the West Coast
Man fuck ‘Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain’t really down
Rapin’ ass nigga I didn’t do it fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
And fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga

I’m in this, motherfucker
I guess these muthafuckas tryin’ to take me out the business right
I guess I ain’t East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York
And I ain’t West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?
Fuck e’rybody

Thug style out this, motherfucker, niggas, throw ya hands in the air
If you got jeep make ya speakers pop
I want motherfuckin’ police tryin’ to pull niggas over on this one
We takin’ this one to the whole ‘nother level gutter style thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
We ain’t dead yet

Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin’ to hide ya hoes
I’m gettin’ high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin’ life like a G
In that artillery keepin’ niggas off of me
I can’t sleep livin’ in these wicked times, peep
Niggas after me cause they see I’m stackin’ G’s and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!!
I ain’t runnin’ with no punk crew be, bleed!!
Enemies and my range is on, you’re in the danger zone
My fuckin’ game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin’ and bustin’ them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It’s like they stuck from makin’ niggas duck from Glocks
And all the time, my mind’s full of thoughts of ends
I’m still rollin’ my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin’ like the demon’s inside
Will ’em away in the mornin’, only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried it’s goin’ down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin’ to Mr. Magic
Cuttin’ up the hits And even though I had a habit
Makin’ words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin’ but truth
Halloween throwin’ eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G’s with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab Remember mama’s cookin’, no school straight hookin’
And tryin’ to get with light skinned cause she good lookin’
And jumpin’ over turnstiles cause we ain’t payin’
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin’
I’m prayin’ I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style (my nigga scream)
Niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the mothafuckin’ cross, but my force was wild
Mothafuckin’ bitches

Swear y’all know nigga
Ever heard motherfucka say all in Kool-Aid know the flavor hahha
You mothafuckas all in my motherfuckin’ LP and don’t know the beat
This shit thuggish, fo’ life, I told y’all, it’s album three see
G sound, freestyle
Motherfuckin’ Young Thugs in this motherfucker