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Yung Bans – READY SET GO Lyrics

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[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?

YG – Hard Bottoms & White Socks Lyrics

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[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

Lil B – Net Worth lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy first off you feel me. It’s your boy Lil B in the house. I wanna give a shout out to the Midwest. Hey Detroit what’s good if you got your buffs on, what it do? You know what I’m sayin’. Ayy man Chicago, the whole motherfuckin’ world. What’s good?

[Chorus]
Ayy ayy ayy, what’s your net worth?
Hu, hu? what’s your net worth

[Verse 1]
Bitch nigga ask me bout my net worth
You already know I make that check work
You already know I make that bank twerk
Running up that check now my back hurt
Niggas playing games want that fucking check
100 grand show nigga and I ain’t playing
This that Stevie Wonder nigga, a little richer
BasedGod on the beat now we getting richer

[Chorus]
Ayy ayy ayy, what’s your net worth?
Hu, hu? what’s your net worth?

[Verse 2]
All my Detroit niggas run that check up
All my West Coast niggas fuck that bag up
All my down south niggas run that check up
All my East Coast niggas man we next up
All my Minnesota niggas run that check up
All my Kansas City niggas run that bag up
All my Ohio niggas run that check up
All my Las Vegas niggas run that bag up
I’m still getting money with my Reno niggas
And I’m still getting money with my Tahoe bitches
Shout out Hayward in Castro Valley
[?] Valley
[?] my niggas straight
Run the game [?] the whole Bay
Sacramento run that bag up
And my Albany niggas run that check up

[Chorus]
Ayy ayy ayy, what’s your net worth?
Hu, hu? what’s your net worth

PNAU – Changa lyrics

[Verse 1: Kira Divine]
Baby, now let’s go, drive me away
Get your body back to the rock of the fray
Over the West Coast, find me a way
I’m not a rhinestone cowboy today
Chippin’-a changa, passin’ away
Add a little chop, can’t savour the taste
Losing your anger, [?] in the face
Everybody else get out of my way (Stretch!)

[Chorus: Kira Divine]
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh

[Bridge: Kira Divine]
Here we stand and here we fall
[?], we need a wrecking ball
It’ll be wreckin’ ya (Mellow me down for days)
Here we stand and here we fall
[?], we need a wrecking ball
It’ll be wreckin’ ya (Mellow me down for days)

[Verse 2: Kira Divine]
Baby, now let’s go, drive me away
Get your body back to the rock of the fray
Over the West Coast, find me a way
I’m not a rhinestone cowboy today
Chippin’-a changa, passin’ away
Add a little chop, can’t savour the taste
Losing your anger, [?] in the face
Everybody else get out of my way (Stretch!)

[Chorus: Kira Divine]
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh

[Bridge: Kira Divine]
Here we stand and here we fall
[?], we need a wrecking ball
It’ll be wreckin’ ya (Mellow me down for days)
Here we stand and here we fall
[?], we need a wrecking ball
It’ll be wreckin’ ya (Mellow me down for days)

[Chorus: Kira Divine]
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh

Vance Joy – Saturday Sun lyrics

[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 felt like resting her head
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

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…

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

Lil B – Rawest Rapper Alive (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
History in the making
Rawest rapper alive
Lil B
BasedGod
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I put my heart on paper, venting on a daily basis
It’s like a painting how I’m stroking for the final stages
Let me win cause I’m on the bottom
I’m from the under where it rain but the water shower
Ask my nigga, we was robbing for that mighty dollar
The mighty dollar got him five, for a thousand dollars
Fuck that shit, I ain’t that nigga that gon’ sit in jail
I’m finna rap until my mama say she living well
Living swell, I live in hell in the real world
That’s why Basedworld the only place with based girls
See, my face don’t break with a solid body
I’m like a porn star, cause I’m eating anybody
And it’s hot nowadays, cause people getting sloppy
It’s like cheerleaders, my niggas catching bodies
I’m sorry

[Bridge]
I said I’m sorry man
It’s like, my niggas is really cheerleaders nowadays, man
Catching bodies and shit
Get with me
I’ll body your bitch
Rawest rapper alive

[Verse 2]
If I don’t end up on top, let me run the bottom
Off that Rossi, Carlos Rossi, see my eyes in shadows
See my face beneath the water with the water shallow
You feel me?
I’ma tell you like this man
Fuck a money hungry bitch, she gon’ get your issue
I’m riding on you, while a sucker nigga riding with you
No support with the levees or a nigga’s dreams
I can’t see the bitch, so I’m smoking Mary Jane
Yeah

[Bridge]
Lil B for "Lil Boss" making history
Who the fuck said hip-hop is dead?
Shhh

[Verse 3]
Look at me, I’m a starving artist
Have you ever had your face drawn by fifty girls?
I done did it, freestyling for eighty tracks
A hundred Myspace, that imported, out my ass
I love rap, I done did it cause I sacrifice
Anything and everything, for the based life
To live right, mind reader cause I’m copacetic
I touched the girl and made her faint, she called the paramedics

[Bridge]
Yes, my nigga, I’m the best
Yes, I’m the best, my nigga, I’m the best (x3)
Yes, I’m the best
BasedGod
Yeah, Based Lord
Brang dang on your bitch, man
History
Y’all gon’ miss me
I got the crown man, hold the throne
Westside, West Coast, man
We got this shit
It’s our time
Fuck the grind

[Verse 4]
Brang dang, man, all game, all terrain
I move on autopilot with no pilot, I’m the pilot
Move in silence, cause they watch you when your face is violent
Rather see you making money than selling and grinding
And I’m tired of the fact I’m sitting and crying
Maybe cause I’m a Leo, boy, a heart of a lion
And I hate to see my niggas that’s living and dying
That’s why I’m riding for ’em, Lil B, I can’t stop ’em

[Outro]
Only thing that’s stopping me is myself
West Coast
Bay Area
Bitch

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

P-Lo – The End

[Chorus]
You only call me when you’re drunk, yeah
I only text you when I’m on
I just said that we’re in love
You probably tell me that I’m wrong
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end

[Verse 1]
I’m in the buildin’ and I’m feelin’ myslef
You was doin’ bad, I was willin’ to help
I said, "Stop it, baby, I’m poppin’, baby"
Lifestyle drive you crazy
Know you really wanna go
Know you really wanna take it slow
Tell ’em pass the Henny, we don’t do so go
Me and you together, we can do no wrong
Girl, it’s your song

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, I swear it’s only you
Pulled up ’cause you told me to
‘Cause I do it how you want me to
Woah

[Chorus]
You only call me when you’re drunk, yeah
I only text you when I’m on
I just said that we’re in love
You probably tell me that I’m wrong
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end

[Verse 2]
I’m a West Coast bad boy, I’m representin’
Call me 2AM to get in it
Said what I said and I mean it, love was endin’
You the coldest in the backseat, windows tinted
That’s how you lie when I’m inside
And you here, don’t plan tonight
Took a while to make you mine
Know I come through every time

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, I swear it’s only you
Pulled up ’cause you told me to
‘Cause I do it how you want me to
Woah

[Chorus]
You only call me when you’re drunk, yeah
I only text you when I’m on
I just said that we’re in love
You probably tell me that I’m wrong
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end

King Chip – Headed West (Intro) Lyrics

We’re on that Cleveland shit
My nigga Chip
We takin’ it down in Cali
To the West Coast
We doin’ some different shit
That Clevelafornia shit

Yeah, takin’ off, Burke Lakefront, and landin’
Burbank, hoppin’ of the PJ, toastin’
Nigga never gave a fuck about the police
Roll through Inglewood, ro-ro-roastin’

Chip the motherfucking guy
We on that expensive shit
What y’all know about LA?
Niggas want come down to LA
Most of these niggas don’t survive
But come from Cleveland

My whole hood’s can roll
Nigga was poor, all he got a lil’ dough
Moved to the Left Coast
Rapping everywhere I go
Cleveland

You’re build to last
You’re build to last
We on that expensive shit

Cleveland, hoe

These niggas ain’t ready
They ‘bout to get this word, listen

St. Clair
I’m headed west
I’m headed west

Dom Kennedy – California Lyrics

Aye Dom, so far I listened to your album
And I ain’t heard nothing you can post up and smoke a Black to

We don’t need you on this one
Ha ha, aye! Check it, aye!

Verse 1:
Y’all out of town niggas just don’t understand
We ain’t got the same mindset or the same plans
I done ran with my mans, instead of runnin’ to the man
Two shows back to back, got paid 50 grand
And a nigga like “damn, why you on ’em so tough”
Talkin’ that shit, cuz his bitch chose up
Tried to give her number in his face like “dammmmn,”
Then my nigga Jay 305 rolled up
PhreshCru attire, my niggas on fire
Them 15 inches wires, we put ’em on tires
Then roll up…pockets on swolla
Stand on Stockton, hearin’ choppas, not sober
Sometimes I feel like I’m still supposed to be there
And when I stop in the hood, I see Lil’ C there
I try to show them the hustle, instead of fortune and fame
It’s a mental battle now, I tell ’em put ’em on game
And niggas love how I do…
At the skatin’ rink, Girbaud down, Nike shoes
…Them hoes love how I do
Drinkin’ Hennessy on stage, House of Blues

Uh, cuz California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California

Verse 2:
Y’all out of town niggas just don’t understand
We ain’t got the same mindset or the same plans
I done ran with my mans, ‘stead of runnin’ to the man
Two shows back to back, got paid 50 grand
…I’m Dr. Dre to the streets
They wanna know when it’s gone release !
I tell ’em I do big thangs for you
Switch planes for you, got a nickname for you
C..A..L..I
A lot of girls fly to the West Coast cuz we here
Marquita from junior high ?, man I hope that she there
All my niggas gone bubble, tell yo homegirls come
All of ’em is in trouble, we don’t close ’til 1
Wake up at 1:30, In N Out ‘fore it close
Catch me in the drive thru, then spin out on these hoes
….Cuz they love how I do
Linked up with Big Von in the Bay, power moves

Uh, cuz California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California

Quinn – Full Circle

(Prod. ayokay)

(Intro: fade in)
They’re in love
They’re in love

(Chorus 1)
Aye, aye, words that I say
Downtown the light’s out but we choose to stay
I don’t know where this may go
These strangers know all the words in my songs
I tell she lovin’ our style
Shit makes her face red wheneva I smile
I lay down, takes off her clothes
Wake up, I leave for the door

(Verse)
Tell myself I don’t need a drink
I got champagne iced in the sink
They keep callin’ me for the link
Music’s there, but then still I think
I need ya!
Aye, aye, words that I say
East Coast to West Coast, we rhymin’ all day
I really do mean what I say
New York City to LA
Got me feelin’ like oh, no, we bout to blow
We just lay down, 16 songs in a row
You been told, this time you should know
(Now to get your girlfriend in the mood)
(Here’s a lil number by Quinn)

(Chorus 2)
Hey, baby, come inside of my room
I need you to leave out all of that news
I need you by my love and it’s all
Because you love me!
You don’t want me outta your sight
But I can’t stay here all of these nights
You need me by your side
And it’s all because you love me

(Verse 2)
And the man starts speakin’
That’s the sound of the week-end
Left my problems to dry
I’m loungin’ all in the deep end
I can chose whenever I wanna sleep in
So tell me where to go
And they can start peepin’ songs off my new album
Shit ain’t even got a title
Just started singin’, already shit on yo iDles
Smilin’ back at me as they rotated on vinyls
Sun-shaded vibes fill up a room and bloom with my arrival

(Bridge x2)
Roll one up then you pull one out
5 am when we go to sleep
And I’ll be up and I’m feeling good
This is how it’s supposed to be

(Chorus 1)

Cakes da Killa – New Phone (Who Dis) (Hedonism Album) letras

[Verse]
Really thought you was the Ken to my Barbie
I see I gotta dead you like Onika did Safaree
Quick to save face when we pumped through the lobby
Sucks that we couldn’t keep it buck, I’m sorry so…
Goodnight, booked flight, redeye on the West Coast
Promoters got my money so it’s on to the next show
All bark no bite, digging on my mental
Why you always fronting, keep it real it’s a essential
A smoking gun, razor blade on tongue
Mind games just for fun, should’ve hit it and run
Caught out on a limb, we should have kept it at done
Now I’m sitting in my feelings with my face on numb
Who’s that peeking in my window?
I guess they got the word out cause now your boy is single
I’ma hit the city up and I’m down to mingle
Player talking fly shit, I wonder what that mouth do

[Verse]
You think this shit is sweet like honey to a bee
I been attracting ballers and actors around me
I been here already, Jersey bred like Fetty
My come up is kinda steady so groupies be flocking heavy
The thirst is so cute, chickens up out the coop
They perched up on a roof just waiting on me to swoop
And here come my ex, he sitting there looking stressed
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like

[Interlude]
Yo it’s Cakes, if you got something sweet to say just leave your name and number after the beat, alright

[Pre-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?

[Chorus (2x)]
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don’t appreciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid

[Post-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?

[Verse]
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
Tummy getting flatter, ass getting fatter
Watch me serve it up, lil’ hex on a platter
And I’m blocking fools in my Gmail with the chatter
Watch me whip it up, top chef with the batter
New phone, who dis? Switch up my blueprints
Twist up my body on the ceiling leaving footprints
The best you ever had, had to re-up on some new shit
Feelings get you hurt coming at me on some rude shit

[Chorus]
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don’t appreciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid

[Post-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?

NF – Warm Up letras

[Intro]
Yeah
Something for the fans
Yeah

[Verse]
I’m the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home
I’m the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone
I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don’t
Please don’t bring up my issues unless you gon’ deal with your own
Please don’t try to pretend like you keep it real, though
Yeah it’s funny that you got a lotta money
But that money doesn’t buy you skills, though
I don’t care if I am on the billboards
On a killing spree
I’m about to kill more
Got a chain on
You paid a mill’ for
I mean what you people even live for?
I write raps, you steal yours, oh Lord (haha)
We just getting warmed up
Yeah, I said I was coming, I warned you
So close to the fans
I feel like they ride on my tour bus
You wanna know what I do in my downtime?
They come to my fortress
I apologize for all the corpses
It’s a mess right now
But I haven’t had time to put the rappers in the coffins
We ain’t talked in like six years
Why you writing me now?
I just turned 100k down
Just to keep the brand looking right, now (that’s real)
I ain’t bragging about the money
I’m just saying I ain’t controlled by the bank account
Or the bank amounts
I’m a business man
But don’t touch my money
I don’t play around
Lights out when the mics out
About to hit the West Coast
Hype crowds
I just put a record out
What you think I’m gonna pipe down?
Nah, I’ve been looking for a beat
Look what I found, woo
I mean everything is coming out of my mouth
Tried to tell me, yeah, I ain’t had the right sound
Oh, yeah, well
Tell me what you think now
Two records in the bag
I ain’t done, though
What’s coming next year?
Let me hear the drum roll
Don’t flow
Anybody wanna be the one to make an issue out of nothing?
Imma hit you with my iPhone
I know
I’m a little out of hand now
I ain’t looking for a handout
You didn’t like what I was doing last year
Which is funny ’cause you lookin’ like a fan now
Are you a fan now?
I kinda miss being broke
Now let me go back to my old days
When I used to walk into high school
And hand out my CD in hallways
I told all my teachers that I’d be a rapper
They smiled and looked at me, "Okay, that’s a pretty nice dream, but you better get a real job."
"Mmm, no way."
Yeah I live what you dreamin’
I could do this while I’m sleepin’
I ain’t the type that will bring up your name for nothing
But please, don’t give me a reason
I’m on the edge now
I ain’t playin’ with you
Never really been a fan of takin’ pictures
I’m just being honest, yeah
I’ll take it with you
Shows sellin’ out
Better get your tickets, oh Lord!
I got a love for the fans
I can’t express what it feels like
Sometimes I wonder if it’s even real life
Sometimes I look at the past and think about how I got here in the first place
You know the glove is my birthplace
I don’t wanna be rude
But I could get you on my worst days
Say nothing for me
Do it all the time
Yeah they barely workin’ while I’m workin’ overtime
Last year they like, "Who am I?"
Now this year they like, "You the guy."
Here’s a little something for your car rides
If they said I fell off
They all lied
Yeah, you know the logo
Better recognize
Yeah it’s Real Music
‘Till the day we die
Yah!

MC Eiht – Runn The Blocc (feat. Maylay) letras

[Intro: Young Maylay]

[Verse 1: Young Maylay]
Maylay shoot the shit since the youth that [?]
The big homies knew what fruit to pick, who was [?]
The missions for the [?]
Someone’s breakin’ and enterin’, others takin’, deliverin’, the caterin’, the kitchen men
The difference then, blacks owned hella houses
If you was snitchin’, wasn’t livin’ to tell about it
If you was right, we’d fight all day and night
But doing wrong, you on your own for life
I’m from Los Angeles, big guns, women, and canabis
Niggas can’t run from where the cameras is
Cause when the bird hit the light, it turn midnight bright
Another term for the chips, with the flicks and the kites
We like lowriders, and [?] motorcycles
The wheels go psycho, with rifles like [?]
Tell em’ Eiht, it’s West Coast, till my eyes closed
With one shot, plus a blindfold

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
One time, swoop up on the blocc tryna take mine
I hop some fences
Now it’s a footchase, tryna dash for freedom
It’s money over everything, we don’t see ‘em
Fuck the census, since I was a lad, it was hood to under motherfucker I’m bad
Sad day, the homie got jacked
And shot in the process, yeah that’s wack
I get em’ on everything, we get back
Necessary be the time, yeah when shit crack
Community resources the source be
My income streak, and they come so regularly
The enemy come, so ya better be ready G
So, when I aim, better hold it steadily
Shit, call it the warzone, life in the land
Where it’s follow the rules or they reprimand
I rep for the west, so the Eiht can handle
Compton for the hood’s what the fuck I stand for
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Hook]
I’m on the blocc, with a [?]
And a colt 45 like [?] got [?]
Still a nigga struggle, so the yay produce
It’s all for the money, so a nigga could lose
Cuz, it was Nissan trucks
And the ugly rat bitch, back then, was a duck
I told the hoe bitch, get the duck sick
Round up the baby gangsters, hit a lick
One shot, now it’s life upstate
The homie from the hood turned up my cell mate
Love for the hood
Hater motherfucker gave a nigga all day, but I stay all good
I hit the streets, right back in
One time’s on my coattails, niggas can’t win
That’s the motto, hustle hood rich
Compton all day, yes, fuck a bitch
Compton forever, West the best [?], yeah keep it together
When it’s cruising down the street, in a lowrider
Eiht and Maylay, all day, Westsiders

[Outro]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Outro: Young Maylay]

O.T. Genasis – Im Out Here (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Rhythm & Bricks Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Came up on a lotta bread
Gotta slow down, I been gettin’ a lotta head
Still sellin’ cocaine
Girl goin’ through my phone, I ain’t storin’ no names
Catch me if you can, bitch
Word around town, I’m the man, bitch
Sellin’ all these grams, bitch
Gotta grip the money like I’m ’bout to eat a sandwich
‘Bout bring the Mazi out
Money dance, Imma bring the Ricky Bobby out
Life in the fast lane
Smoke weed, pop pills, drink a lotta champagne
Met a bad bitch on Thursday
Took the bitch down on Thursday
Now she callin’ my phone early
Oh you thirsty, damn girl, you thirsty

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Out here stuntin’, out here hustlin’
Out here cuffin’ that bitch and she out here fuckin’
Out here thuggin’, out here puff a whole ounce
Tryna see that thing bounce, shake something
On the couch, yeah, break you off, yeah
Imma knock the pussy out, put it in her mouth, yeah
Fuck you mean, bitch, I’m out here
Don’t know where that pussy been so I ain’t goin’ down there
I got mushrooms in my lemonade
West Coast bitches gang bangin’
East Coast girls rollin’ Backwoods
My Down South girls love me cause I fuck ’em good
As you should

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here