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The Lonely Island – Oakland Nights Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Andy, Akiva]
Step into my crib, everything smell like cool water
And if you’re comin’ to mine you know it’s Drakkar Noir
Now have a seat on this couch made of horse leather
I’m told the horse that it’s from could run fast and far
Whooo, That shit is sexy
Tell the maitre’d at your booty to expect me
I’m solo and I’m flexin but don’t try to Soloflex me
NordicTrack all day

Squats in the living room, can I get a witness?
The greatest aphrodisiac is physical fitness
So take off your guess and let go of your stress
‘Cause the classic shit is what comes next

[Chorus: Sia, Andy and Akiva]
Silk robes and kimonos
Silk robes and kimonos
Change outta your own clothes
These athletic days, but oh those…
Oakland Nights
Silk robes and kimonos
It’s our pleasure to loan those
Pumps and pantsuits all day
All work, no play, no way
It’s time for…
Oakland Nights

[Verse 2: Andy, Akiva]
In the bedroom champagne on ice
I make erotic shadow puppets in the candle light
Your hair’s crimped, all frizzy ‘cause you frivolous
I feel like Macho Man and you my Miss Elizabeth
Sizzlish, do some crunches and some scissor kicks
Body shaved slick like an exquisite fish

And I love the way your high-cut thong
Make your butt long
Now take ‘em off
But you know what to leave on

[Chorus: Sia, Andy and Akiva]
Silk robes and Kimonos
Silk robes and Kimonos
Peel off your pleated polos
These athletic days, but oh those
Oakland Nights
Silk robes and Kimonos
I pound the taiko drum in your dojo
Days in padded blazers
Filing papers, no more
It’s time for…
Oakland Nights

Silk robes and kimonos
Silk robes and kimonos
I’m a pro when I bone but I do it pro-bono
You work hard days so you deserve the
Oakland Nights
We’re the Oakland Knights of the round table
Plus I’ll take you out to pizza at the Round Table
Pizza, my favorite pizzeria in Oakland
But bring a change cause you can’t wear your silk robe in

Montana of 300 – Chiraq vs NY Lyrics

[Verse]
They never thought it would happen this rappin’ stuff
Was facing cases because I got caught with gats and stuff
My haters thought I wouldn’t elevate from that trappin’ stuff
And fuck twelve they want me back in the back with cuffs
God knows my needs that’s why I never ask for much
I work for mine I swear I never had good luck
My past was rough, my moms was high my dad was drunk
Start baggin’ up, I used to feed my mattress bucks
Rap god a.k.a. hip hop’s asthma pump
Don’t pass I’m clutch I’m gladiator Maximus
About my bills when I spit like I’m Daffy Duck
Expose the truth then turn and tell your pastor, “church”
They want beef until I give ’em what they askin’ for
They ratchet tucked Bruce Wayne the way we maskin’ up
We ride with straps you niggas better fasten up
I keep the pump in my whip like I’m gassin’ up
That’s big sticks when we slide and we don’t pass the puck
The only time they want smoke is when you pass the blunt
We on your lawn with them choppas like your grass gettin’ cut
I blast, I bust, you die you just got whacked and touched
Your bitch in heat
She say she want me bad as fuck
The head was good
Deep throat like a giraffe and stuff
She gagged and sucked
Bitch damn near made me crash my truck
The ass was pumped, I did my thing I smashed, I fucked
And you ain’t winning if you spendin’ more than stackin’ up
If you ain’t mastering the math of your cash, you’ll flunk
I’m FGE, them Titans scared to clash with us
I’m in my bag bitch don’t ever think I’m packin’ up
Way before the rappin’ bitch I was trappin’ I used to touch bands
I got to that bag from the floor just like a dustpan
How is there so much creativity up in one man?
Giving kids food for their thoughts I feel like a lunch man
Niggas spent their last on a pair of shoes with a jumpman
Feeling like a mill when he walk, he must be a Bucks fan
And I’m no longer stuffing pounds in the duffle, son
I stay on you ’cause I care to see you smile and I love you
If you don’t add to the big picture you won’t value the puzzle
Please teach your kids that life is awesome
[!]
And if they spend more than they stack
Then they won’t value the hustle
If you can’t nip shit in the bud and push then how you the muscle
Huh? Boss shit, call up my hitters and tell ’em tell fam
Hop out, put that strap to his head like he Quailman
Replace the hammers used and then pay him after they nail fam
What you know about killers comin’ dressed as a mailman
My homie told me I really don’t think they ready, fam
I bet he drop when I roll up on him just like the jelly, fam
We cuttin’ I put that on my blood just like a band-aid
We comin’ ’round that bitch blowing at you faster than fan blades
See, I just wanna see every one of my mans paid
Mama in the mansion relaxing, don’t need a damn thing
Drinkin’ lemonade with her feet up under the damn shade
Niggas didn’t wanna believe me until them bands came
Knowing when I go in I’m known to go on a rampage
Madness written all over they faces like Macho Man shades
It’s like, ever since I got my bag right (woo!)
All these bitches wanna act nice
It’s money over bitches I’m pimpin’ ’em like a Cadillac
Bitches know I’m lit yeah I got ’em drippin’ like candle wax
Thinkin’ ’bout the top, reachin’ for my belt like a ladder match
He say he want smoke plus his bitch on my pipe, I had to crack
Rap god, baby, my lyrics could cure cataracts
Arsonal just said, “niggas lucky that you don’t battle rap”
The fake be flippin’ sides for that money just like an acrobat
The real ones gonna ride through them ups and downs
Like a camel’s back
One life in God’s house
Ain’t no second life where the attic at
From the struggle I had to grind to get out my habitat
Orange and green buds by the pound
It’s looking like Apple Jacks
Four hundred forty-eight
When I package that, clients back to back
Matter of fact, only you pussy niggas get mad at facts
I put that on my sons it ain’t really nothin’ to have you whacked
If Kris Kross, he can get thirty up out they Daddy Mac
That’s thirty for you haters, I’m shooting tell ’em come hack-a-Shaq
Pictures with my kids in my cribs ain’t no need to caption that
Ain’t nothin’ like the hugs from your cubs
When they know they daddy back
My daughter mother strapped, .22 in that Gucci fanny pack
Plus I dropped a bag on her kicks, nigga that’s hacky sack
G-O-D my chauffeur he opened that damned door for us
Labels ain’t controllin’ us, ballin’ like no one’s holdin’ us
Every line’s potent that’s why they come get they dope from us
And this is not a brothel, I promise you ain’t no hoe in us
Big choppas, takin’ off tops, that’s can openers
The bullets in my clip, yellin’, “pussy come get a load of us”
Teflon in my jacket, I’m Spawn with that ratchet
Put pawns in a casket, who wants to get it crackin’?
I’m a hundred like Wilt, tell your nigga he ain’t built
If he act rowdy I’ma pipe her, then that nigga gettin’ killed
Skrrt off up in traffic bitch I’m smooth like silk
[!] what came out that .40 cal wasn’t milk
Know your part, go home if you ain’t goin’ hard
The coldest art that’s ripping rappers’ souls apart
Came from the bottom I ain’t going back like Rosa Parks
These other rappers don’t compare to me like Noah’s Ark

Bootsy Collins – Save What’s Mine For Me lyrics

Hey, here we go here
And I’m Mr
Macho Man too
You know I don’t know how to say this to girl
I ain’t supposed to show no weakness
I’m the man around here, that’s what they tell me
She better not givin’ away
You got to save what’s mine for me
Cos’ you know how sensitive I can be
You got to save what’s mine for me
Cos’ you know how selfish I can be, girl
I’m livin’ in this land
Where they call us man
And I’m not suppose to bleed
They say stand up and be strong
Nothing can wrong
Only women bleed
But I’m cryin’
And I’m dyin’
And I’m tryin’ not to feel the pain
Livin’ in a land
Where they call us man
And I’m too cool to blow
You got to save what’s mine for me
Cos’ you know how sensitive I can be
You got to save what’s mine for me
Cos’ you know how selfish I can be, girl
Save your mine, all the time
I’m livin’ in this day
And you know it ain’t safe
And men are too cool to blow
While livin’ under that gun
Never seein’ my son
I see some yellow in the snow
I’m cryin’
And I’m dyin’
And I’m tryin’ not to feel the pain
Livin’ in this land
Where they call us man
And I’m too cool to blow
Save your love, save your love
Save your love for me
They say this is a man’s world
But it wouldn’t be nothing without a woman
You got to save what’s mine for me
Cos’ you know how sensitive I can be
You got to save what’s mine for me
Cos’ you know how selfish I can be, girl
Save your love, save your love