Daily Archives: May 19, 2017

Best shows: Everclear and Trevor Sensor

Tickets are $33.50-$225 via ticketfly.com. band’s name brings up a host of hazy memories from the band’s heyday in the nineties. This year, the band is marking the 20th anniversary of “So Much For The Afterglow,” the band’s breakthrough album. Trevor Sensor

With a flair for songwriting and a voice like 2-stroke dirt bike, Sterling, Ill.’s Trevor Sensor doesn’t need much more than an acoustic guitar to grab a room by the throat. See you there, and if you don’t make it out, follow our music musings on Twitter and our selfies on Instagram. If you do, mind where you put your jacket. (His strong debut, “Andy Warhol’s Dream,” doesn’t come out until June 16 on discerning indie label Jagjaguwar.) It’s a good time to catch the 23 year old, in other words, on one of his first big tours, in an opening slot for chamber-pop septet the Family Crest at Denver’s Lost Lake Lounge on May 22, while the inspiration for the songs is still fresh and before touring has a chance to resemble something like work. (Jason Bullinger/The Know)
Everclear and Trevor Sensor are our picks for the best shows around Denver this week. The five-piece’s high-saturation music videos lit up the MTV of the era, turning a country on to a low-test brand of punk with singles like “Father of Mine” that would pave the way for a massive wave of grunge and, ugh, ska. Hell, he doesn’t even need an album. Everclear

Everclear: Like a whiff of the drink it’s named after, the Portland, Ore. Tickets are $12-$14 and are available via ticketfly.com. Everclear performs at the Ogden Theatre on June 26, 2013. Expect Denver’s Summit Music Hall to be bright with fans keen to relive the band’s last few flickers of light on May 20.

How to buy concert tickets, as told by Denver’s biggest talent buyer

Follow your favorite artists on social media
Your favorite artists want you at their shows, which is why they have pre-sale codes of their own. Strasburg recommends signing up for the ones put out by the local music venues and concert promoters like AEG Presents, Live Nation, Soda Jerk Presents and Emporium Presents, which account for most shows in the Denver area. Sign up for the newsletter
Newsletters are like napkins: Everybody gets them, and nobody uses them. More often than not, they do. A 27-year veteran of the scene, Strasburg has booked hundreds of shows every year, many of them in the area’s biggest venues like Red Rocks and the Pepsi Center. (That said, if you know where to buy one of those “Bigger Than Satan” Justin Bieber T-shirts, let us know.)
3. Scalpers who tried to sell their tickets for a profit scramble to unload their inventory by showtime. (Right?)
But for concert fans, there are a couple of newsletters that can give you the inside track for on-sale dates and codes for pre-sales, which are becoming an increasingly common practice that sells a substantial amount of a venue’s total tickets before general admission tickets go on sale. “I’ve heard about them,” said Strasburg, who gave the band his blessing personally in a surprise phone call with one of their members. To understand exactly how, we went to the source: Don Strasburg, AEG Presents’ vice president and senior buyer. (Photo by Seth McConnell/The Denver Post)
So, you didn’t get tickets to A Tribe Called Quest. Sure, it’ll clutter your inbox. “Look at the cheapest ticket. Keep your schedule open.”
  Artists also do this via their own newsletters, though those emails are usually full of offers for unsold merch they couldn’t sell on their last tour. But it doesn’t have to be that way. Or Sylvan Esso. “Dozens — sometimes up to 200 tickets. There are ways to maximize your odds of nabbing that concert ticket you’ve been dreaming about. 2. We feel your pain. 1. The internet has made buying almost everything easier, but not concert tickets. Or Nick Cave. They’ll often push these codes out on Twitter or Facebook after announcing a tour. Some are tickets they’ve reclaimed from scalpers; some are friends-and-family tickets that the artist didn’t need. This last-minute score also applies to the secondary market. For bigger shows, a camera or a light could get moved from a seating area to the floor, freeing up a handful of seats. Don’t give up hope until showtime
If you really want to see a show but couldn’t get a ticket in pre-sale or the general admission sale, keep your eyes peeled on day of the concert. Check the promoter’s social accounts throughout the day to see if more tickets go on sale at the last minute. It depends on the venues and the situation.”
These day-of tickets become available for a couple of reasons. But you can empty your spam folder inside the venue, before the show starts. “I said ‘(Your music) is really good.’ I couldn’t make out the lyrics that well, though.”
Below, Strasburg walks us through three tips to help you nab a seat at the next massive, sure-to-sell-out show you’ve got your eye on. “Almost without fail, we release tickets (on the day of the show),” Strasburg said. Go back and watch it. SHAED performs at the Bluebird Theater on April 25, 2017 in Denver, Colorado. Tickets that were going for double the price the day before can come down to face value (or even lower) in the hours before a show. “Don’t freak out when you see some crazy number on StubHub,” Strasburg said. You might have gotten used to striking out. He’s well-known enough that a hardcore four-piece in Boulder named themselves after him.

James Blunt – Don’t Give Me Those Eyes

Caught in this feeling
Caught in this feeling
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Hotel room in Paris
Staring at you naked
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Well it’s not enough, no it’s not enough
Don’t tell him what you’ve done
Go back to him and fake it
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to (don’t give me those eyes)
And I taste your love, and I taste your love
Don’t give me those eyes ’cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
Whatever the meaning
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
And I taste your love, and I taste your love
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Hotel room in Vegas
I love you but I hate it
‘Cause we know that should be done
I want to believe in
Whatever the meaning
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you (don’t give me those eyes)
I love you but I hate it
In a thing call love, in a thing call love
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you
Kills me that you’re married
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you
But when we’re caught in this feeling
Don’t give me those eyes ’cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
Don’t give me those eyes ’cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
In this feeling, in this feeling
But when we’re caught in this feeling
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
In this feeling, in this feeling
Take this love and break it
I want to believe in
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Hotel room in Vegas
Well it’s not enough, no it’s not enough
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Staring at you naked
Cross your heart and square it
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
And we can’t tell anyone
In a thing call love, in a thing call love
I don’t think I can take it

Muse – Dig Down

Dig down and find faith
Face the firing squad, against all the odds
Dig down
When the darkness descends and you’re told it’s the end
When hope and love has been lost and you fall to the ground
Faith

We won’t let them divide, We will never abide
You will find a way
We must find a way
You must find a way
We must find a way
We must find a way, yeah
Dig down
Dig down
You must find a way
When God decides to look the other way and a clown takes the throne
Dig down
Dig down
[Verse 1]
You must find a way
[Outro]
Dig down
Dig down
Dig down
[Verse 2]
Dig down

You must find a way
We have entered the fray and we will not obey

Dig down, find faith
When you’re close to the edge

With a gun to your head
[Chorus]
When friends are thin on the ground and they try to divide us
Faith

We will find a way
Dig down
Dig down
[Chorus]
Dig down and find faith
When they’ve left you for dead and you can only see red

Vince Staples – Big Fish (feat. Juicy J)

I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
You want that over there?
Another story of a young black man
Of the 22 bus stop way back when
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out
For the click clack clap
Ramona, I was round that corner
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
G slide right down Sawyer

Women problems every morning like the Maury show
That’s the city where the skinny carry strong heat
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
I was up late night ballin’
Took the smart route, never been marked out

Reminiscin’ sitting in that Benz
When we slide, you won’t see morning
I was up late night balling
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Know what I’m saying?

Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
So far from my past misfortune
I was up late night ballin’
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier
[Intro: Juicy J]
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
[Hook: Juicy J]
You want that over there?
I was up late night ballin’
Quarterbackin’ like I’m 40 Water
Tryna make it up out that jam god damn
Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash
If you hatin’ don’t shake my hand

It’s funny I was going crazy not too long ago
Compensation conversations what I’m all about
Tryna get em on a straight path, got the lames mad
[Hook: Juicy J]
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
At the park politicin’ with the kids
From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
You can get anything you want
Bag back, let me make my bands, got plans
Or the boop bop bam cuz
Learned it from the Dogg I’m from Long Beach
I was up late night ballin’
But it didn’t happen, now it’s time to get it cracking
I was up late night ballin’
I was up late night ballin’
Swimming upstream while I’m tryna keep my bread
I was up late night ballin’

Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
[Hook: Juicy J]
Mix the holy water with the Voss
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house
Take it easy homie
With the 22, 5 shot eyes on scan
I got you
I was up late night ballin’
Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands

Young Dolph – I’m So Real

I’m cow manure (I’m the shit)
She too drunk to drive, called that bitch a Uber (ay, call that bitch a ride)
You a snake (you a snake)
I just made a whole meal (yeah, yeah)
You a snake (you a snake)
I’m so real (I’m so real)
(You too fake) I’m – I’m too real (I’m too real), what’s the deal?
See straight through you (see straight through you)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)
Fuck your deal (hahaha, yeah)
See straight through you (see straight through you)

See straight through you (see straight through you)
You so fake (haha)
You so fake (you so fake)

I’m so real (I’m so real)
Y-you a snake (you a snake)
See straight through you (see straight through you)
I’m so real (I’m so real)
See straight through you (see straight through you)
Go get you some real money, wash everybody chainge (it’s crazy)
You need to fire them and hire some more shooters (shooters)
"Why you drink so much codeine?" Bitch, because I’m ill (ill)
You so fake (haha)
Or wait for me to turn into a fake nigga, you can keep waitin’ (waitin’)
You so fake (haha)
See straight through you (see straight through you)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate
I see straight through you (I see straight through you)
Money don’t mean shit to me, so that’s why I’m so humble (so humble)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate (hell naw)
She suck that thang so good, I had to tell that girl to yield (hey, slow down)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate
Just had another baby (hey, hey, hey)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate
Go look in the mirror, nigga, I ain’t got shit to explain (ayy)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)
Damn, it’s perfect timin’ (yeah)
I’m so real (I’m so real)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)
Danny Boy shine (yeah), she look at their face (what time is it?)
You so fake (you so fake)
I do what I wanna so I smoke too much marijuana (yeah)
I do what I wanna so I only chase commas (M’s)
I mean that’s why I’m so real, thirty days boy (real)
You a snake (you a snake)
Thirty-thousand in Neiman Marcus, I dress to kill (swag)
Rich niggas still runnin’ ’round with them hoodlums (yeah)
I’m so real (I’m so real)
Y-you a snake (you a snake)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate (hell naw)
Waitin’ on me to give him somethin’, he can keep waitin’ (I swear)
Three bitches, one me, it’s a royal rumble (oh)
If you ain’t realized it yet, you a loser (capital L)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)

My bitch looked at me and said, "Nigga you too real" (thank you, babe)
I’m so real (I’m so real)
Y-you a snake (you a snake)
Two-toned patty with the big boogers (icy)
You so fake (you so fake)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate (hell naw)

Talib Kweli & Styles P – Nine Point Five (feat. Sheek Louch, Jadakiss & Niko Is)

The wolves give a fuck about sheep talk
‘Cause we just get all out of character and throw some chairs
Cause I’m twenty years plus, still killin’ it right
Justice is what love look like in public
Know hard work, took the long route
And I could do it two more times
Yea, personally I got my bread as a crook
Indeed we really take the planet for granted
But educated guesses beat wild assumptions
There’s room in the bed, either at the head or the foot
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Tell your favorite emcee to make a few more rhymes
What he feelin’ threatened for?

It’s war talk or it’s peace talk
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Shining, see the silver lining in the sky
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
We planting seeds for the trees, we need to breathe on the planet
You start demanding justice
Eventually they burn us out and tell us “go somewhere”
But the love is too genuine and wholesome here
Coke bars singing young papi
Under pressure but over the lies
Under pressure but over the lies
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Mom’s chillin’ watching over me, no more cries
Lyrically, you gon’ get this picture like a Kodak
Contemplating, I be hating how we coming up short
Get an uncomfortable feeling every time I hear “Planet Rock”
Now, who want this four-pound of knowledge I shoot?
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We gon’ kill ‘em lyrically, what he bring his weapons for?
Me and Kweli on the rise
[Hook: NIKO IS]
Ghost, but you see some Ali in his eyes
Learn to be peaceful, dealt my own pride
Fabricating on your Instagram, listen fam you a king

We some real muthafuckas on the rise
You’re deceiving, is it racism in the sky?
Under pressure but over the lies
And we could throw a million protests, no one cares
No more tears, right now no more years
I don’t ride waves cause I’m my own tide
It’s deep talk or street talk
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
Telling me lies, ain’t nothing about you moving no pies
Wisdom lead to understanding, once you have all that
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
Songs I sing is prophesized, modern day Haile Selassie
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
But you carry yourself way too weak
That’s the best way to keep everybody blind
Then meet us on the Seven tour
When the truth is in the building all these lives gon’ die
Cause information make it harder for us to follow discussions
Pressure bust pipes but it still make diamonds
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
Evidence is more than the images the cameras shot
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
Made in His image, are we worshipping the man or not?
I tell you this, Hip Hop ain’t as dead as it looks
Now when I talk about vibe, what I mean is organic
Seventh sense, I got my sixth sense in third gear
You make the earth quake, shakin’ to death like fault line
Bulldoze the granite at Standing Rock

Ego, the feeble will always make the stride to take the strong out
Right now I ain’t got no more tries
You follow blind faith it make you seem unclean
On a highway to hell, learn how to swerve fear
Spoke like you woke but you actin’ all sleep dog
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
Cause like my man Chaz Van, eh the vibes don’t lie
Disappointed in the leadership, hand to God
We some real muthafuckas, don’t you know that?
You won’t hear a tear drop when a young child cries
Or matter of fact, a few more times
We plundered and we wonder why the planet hot
[Hook: NIKO IS]
Man, get your hands up in the sky, wave ‘em from side to side
Naw, diversions to cover up the lies
That’s why the light ain’t too bright but the road look clear
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
Information lead to knowledge, knowledge lead to wisdom
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
Yea I got my third eye, wish I had my third ear

‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
Get the hemp paper, tear the leaf off
I ain’t just writing for it, I’m out here fighting for it
Made in God’s image but tell me do God lie?
This is Satan’s house but we plannin’ to break the lease off
Hands up, stand up, what you think we reppin’ for?
Under pressure but over the lies
Hands up for some real niggas, when I rise, you rise

But once I finish with the work I dip my head in a book
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
I believe in God, but [?]
[Verse 4: Styles P]
The rich give a fuck about cheap talk
How figuring angles, ways to knock the beast off
This Marco Polo off the Richter, man it’s 9.5
Filling up court, my skin pigment new black thought
Still wavy Rolex on, bitch calling me cute
But faith in only evidence of things I’ve seen

smokepurpp – Audi.

Lay that bitch straight on the bed

I think his bitch wanna sex
I don’t want cars, I want Audis (huh?)
That bitch don’t want you, nigga
Went to New York for like 50 (ayy)
Lean, lean, double cup
Lil Purpp
Fuck on these bitches on their menstruals (bitches)
I want a lot of blue hundreds (hundreds)
Smokin’ on boof and it’s Maui (ayy)
[Chorus]
Count it then wrap up that chicken
Lil’ bih come and hold these nuts
K, okay, yuh, yuh
Yuh, I know that bitch want me, nigga
Turn the fuck up, nigga
Dick in her mouth, then she choke
Diamonds, they wet, they go fishin’ (fishin’)
Fucked your bitch, now she a duck
Fuck Donald Trump, nigga
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (what?)
I don’t want hoes, I want check
[Intro]
I put like ten on my neck (yuh)
Hi-Tech, I got bloody cup
Bitch’s ass cleaner than soap (ayy)
[Chorus]
I don’t want cars, I want Audis (huh?)
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (Audis)
I think this bitch wanna kiss me
I think his bitch lookin’ salty (uh)
Dick in her throat through her head (ooh)
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I don’t want cars, I want ‘Raris (huh?)
Lil Purpp hurt
I know that bitch want me
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (huh?)
I paid the bands in the west
Bih come here and hold these nuts
Yuh
Diamonds, they wet like go fishin’ (huh?)
Fuck on these bitches, not their menstruals (huh?)
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (Audis)
Sorry, bitch, I don’t say sorry
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (Audis)
I just pulled up in a ‘Rari
I wanna, I wanna
Couple of bands in the south (ayy)
[Verse 2]
Whippin’, Jeff Hardy in the kitchen
I need a bitch with some commas (yuh)
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (Audis)
Yeah, boy
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (huh?)
I need a bitch like Rihanna (what?)
I just pulled up in a ‘Rari (skrrt)
Look at my wad, it’s a 50 (ayy)
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (Audis)
I think his bitch lookin’ salty (huh?)
Whippin’, Jeff Hardy in the kitchen (what?)
Couple of bands in my mouth (ayy)
Bitch ain’t no sex, I want neck (neck)
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy
[Verse 1]
I bend her over like slope (slope)
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (huh?)
Countin’ and wrap up the chicken
I’m tryna blow ‘fore the summer (ayy)
Fanta tastes the best in the south (south)
Lean, lean, double cup
Look at my cup, it got dope (dope)
I let her top me, no kiss it (no kiss)
I’ll check that bitch like I’m Maury (ayy)
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy

I don’t want cars, I want ‘Raris (huh?)

Liam Payne – Strip That Down (feat. Quavo) (Lyric Video)

I promise, when we pull up, shut the club down (hey)
[Verse 1: Liam Payne]
Ooh
But c’mon, strip that down for me, baby
You know, I love it when the music’s loud
I’m not changing, the way that I (used to be)
And you don’t care ’bout, where I’ve been
Love, when you hit the ground
And swing that round for me, baby (swing)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Anything goes down with the Huncho (Huncho)
When your love is beside me
Girl, I love it when your body (grinds on me)
But c’mon, strip that down for me, baby
And swing that round for me, baby
So put your hands on my body
Love when you hit the ground, girl (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (strip that down)
But only you can dance with me
Oh, strip that down, girl
I love the cards, that I’ve been dealt
Oh, strip that down, girl
[Pre-Chorus: Liam Payne & Quavo]
When I walk inside the party (girls on me)
You know, that I don’t need no money
And swing that round for me, baby (yeah)
You’re the one, girl, c’mon, strip that down for me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ayy)
People want me for one thing (that’s not me)
So put your hands on my body
All I want, girl, if you strip that down for me (strip it down)
[Chorus: Liam Payne & Quavo]
She gon’ strip it down for a thug, yeah (strip it down)
Yeah, you’re bad for my health
I took her from her man, don’t nobody know (know)

Love, when you hit the ground (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girl, I love it when your body (grinds on me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c’mon, strip that down for me

You know, I love it when the music’s loud
And then you threw away the key
You know, I used to be in 1D (now I’m out, free)
You know, I’ve been taking some time
Word around town, she got the buzz, yeah (word)
[Chorus: Liam Payne & Quavo]
But your love, it hit me hard, girl
So put your hands on my body
I just wanna have fun (and get rowdy) (ooh)
Yeah, you swept me off my feet
Love, when you hit the ground (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (oh
Love when you hit the ground, girl (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

But only you can dance with me
[Pre-Chorus: Liam Payne & Quavo]
You know, I used to be in 1D (now I’m out, free) (free)
If you brought the CL, better drive slow (slow)
She know how to make me feel with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt)
But c’mon, strip that down for me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
One Coke and Bacardi (sippin’ lightly)
Yeah, you opened up my heart
Don’t say nothing, girl, strip that down for me (strip it down)
Now there’s a lot of people in the crowd
I just wanna have fun (and get rowdy)
I’m not changing, the way, that I (used to be)
But c’mon, strip that down for me
You know, I love it when the music’s loud
But only you can dance with me
One Coke and Bacardi (sippin’ lightly)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, strip that down, girl
Girl, now it’s just you and me
Oh, strip that down, girl
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But c’mon, strip that down for me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Quavo)
Yo yo
Now there’s a lot of people in the crowd
And I’ve been keeping to myself (self)

[Chorus: Liam Payne & Quavo]
[Intro: Quavo]
But c’mon, strip that down for me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you feel the same as well?
You know, I love it, when the music’s loud
Oh, strip that down, girl

I had my eyes up on the prize
Five shots in, she in love now (shots)
People want me for one thing (that’s not me)
You know, that since the day, I met you
Ih, strip that down, girl
Ain’t watching anybody else
You know, I love it, when the music’s loud
Now there’s a lot of people in the crowd
Oh yeah
F1 type Ferrari (6 gear speed)
When I walk inside the party (girls on me)

You know, I love it, when the music’s loud
Quavo
Love when you hit the ground, girl (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah)
[Verse 2: Liam Payne]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
F1 type Ferrari (6 gear speed)
Huncho

Eearz – Pull Over

We up in the party, I hit the gas like I just run through the Harley

I always been on go, I just can’t pull over
Everybody get out my way, you better pull over
Smoke weed with my driver got a plug show her
Do it for my popsie, she shakin’ her head like it bounce in her body
She gon’ play with me, he got the crew show her
I make it two times the bezel I can’t bring two toasters
[Hook]
We done got cold I stand body ain’t gon’ pull over
Told my mom before she died, that I’d be the best
Came from the dirt, this shit still hurt
This shit get worse, now watch me
Everybody get out my way, you better pull over
I see them blue lights, nigga I ain’t gon’ pull over
I always been on go, I just can’t pull over
Ay look out the window
I see them blue lights, nigga I ain’t gon’ pull over
I finna stop till I’m nothing but the best
Crippin’ in the stretch Maybach, it’s doing pullulates
How’d you want the check, y’all can keep the rest
Don’t understand my struggles so I can’t pull over
I make it two times the bezel I can’t bring two toasters
Ayy, I do not these vegetables, but I keep broccoli
[Hook]
Ayy, double my respect
We done got cold I stand body ain’t gon’ pull over

Smoke weed with my driver got a crew show her
I’ma pull up in the Mazi, now watch me
[Verse 2]
Don’t understand my struggles so I can’t pull over
She gon’ play with me, he got the crew show her
[Verse 1]
Kicking the Lex carat, chop it like karate

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – He Rap He Sang (T-Wayne Album)

And he does, we does everything you wish you was
‘Cause even the best say Weezy the best
It’s T-Wayne, alright, bang, bang
Baby I’m a trapper turned rapper turned sanger
Tallahassee dick her, I’m back on the map
Pullin’ on my roots, I had to hang her, whip her
Ha, once again it’s on
One word is what I said, click clack and you’re dead
And I send shots like the bartender
I’m in love with a stripper
If you want beef, I’ll cook that angus
And these sorry-ass rappers make a nigga wanna sing
Wayne I’ma hold you down on this rap shit, mane
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
But I made bling bling, yeah, ching, ching
Everything you wish you was, it’s T-Pain, baby
Weezy
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
It’s T-Wayne, It’s T-Pain
Damn, if you was just a virgin to Pain
He rap, he do, he does
And he does, we does everything you wish you was

Shut up, bitch, gargle, that’s the motto, holla
I’m mind rockin’ models with a bottle, if you can’t swallow

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I hit ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Like… You know what I’m sayin’?
It’s the white cup dranker
Darlin’, suwoo to the bangers
But since we’re doin’ the same thing now it’s no difference
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
And I’m like bitch ain’t me get in line with the rest
Put one more of them claps in the back of your leg
‘Cause he rap, he sang, and he do, his thang

A lick a shot, 9 millis get burned in their retina
‘Cause a lot of these ballers’d be around here chainless

He rap, he do, he does
Bang, bang
Niggas was laughin’ now they wish they never heard of him
It’s a Lil Wayne and a whole lot of Pain
He rap, he sang and he do, his thang
He so sweet make her wanna lick the singer
Now they gon’ learn to respect me, bruh
Ice grill, hood niggas put your dentures in
Okay shawty gettin’ handsome with Lil Wizane, no Lil Zane
[Intro: T-Pain]
And… thank God I’m famous
Everything you wish you was, it’s T-Pain, babe
My respect level now is unheard of
So me and Weezy gang bang her
Have that lead come out the back of your head
Just think of me as the R&B version of Wayne

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Listen To Me (T-Wayne Album)

And I got that auto, that’s that T-Pain kind
If you was wise enough to get wise and wise up and listen
Where-where-where your shovel at?
If you are wise you’ll listen to me
I am truly unruly, mic check, one two me

If you are wise you’ll listen to me
Damn your face clear, that’s ’cause it’s up in Reynold’s Wrap (doompety doo)
I’m fishin’ for some bitches to give me some Southern fixins
Oompa loompa dooma dee dee

If you are wise you’ll listen to me (Hey)
If you are wise you’ll listen to me (Hey)
I’m Teddy Pain, my money long like a tube sock (doompety doo)
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
So I’m obligated to authorize what and who’s not
I’m cold as fuck but I am also what and who’s hot
[Sample]
Better yet like runnin’ hot lava (doompety doo)
You wack niggas wouldn’t sound so fuckin’ insufficient
Oompa loompa doompa dee doo
Yeah, shawty got that rebel rap
They can’t do it, man, this is T-Wayne They tryna stop us, Wayne!
[Intro: T-Pain]
It’s like oompa loompa, I am on my new job
Bitch I murder, kill, rob, steal, and fuck on the same watch
If you are wise you’ll listen to me
And if I’m in the buildin’, I’ve been mothafuckin’ paid off
I’m fuckin’ with Tha Bizness, some of the hardest beat rippers
This isn’t just one of them rappin’ R&B niggas
If you are wise you’ll listen to me
Tell these fuck niggas that this is what we doompety doo
Fucked her good and when I finished, left her belly button glistenin’ (doompety doo)
Let me take my shades off so I can fuckin’ see, and bitch
That mean at the same time, and my nina sang fine
I take a trip to hell and nigga I’ma bring the devil back
I am somethin’ like a barber ’cause I’ll cut your fuckin’ head off
Hey! Hahaha, hey!
If you’re fuckin’ with Wayne then you’re gon’ get the T
I’ve got a perfect puzzle for you
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And if you want some trouble I can have my people schedule that
Straight out the backseat of the dually with the toolie
They said they did it before Wayne, not like this!

Call your lady super lube, givin’ niggas lube jobs
Gettin’ at your girlfriend, liftin’ up her tube top
You think I’m wack, but one day you’re gon’ see
This ain’t no Nintendo rap ’cause I don’t play no games
If you are wise you’ll listen to me
Fuckin’ with the Wayne then you’re gon’ get the T
It is Money Mouth Carter, smokin’ like runnin’ hot water

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Damn Damn Damn (T-Wayne Album)

Can you stay lil mama?
Now what we gon’ do, do, do, do-ooh, ooh, ooh
And I take your flower

We’d be dating every day lil mama

Put on my old glass
What you say lil mama?
And I was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Ooh, ooh, ooh
No women I ain’t trying no finger
You know I’ma give mama the business

You know I give shawty the business
Like wait lil mama
‘Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham
Like a straight piranha
And never give it back to
And I was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Like woah, woah, woah
And baby I’ma give it to you, you, you
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And she was like damn, damn, damn
And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

I gotta do for
[Chorus: T-Pain]
What we gon’ do, do, do
And I hit her with the wham, wham, wham
And I’ma get something for that
[Verse 3: T-Pain]
And T was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
‘Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ah, like hey lil mama
And I was like woah, woah, woah
Give it to you, you, you, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
‘Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham
Like woah, woah, woah
Break it on down
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah you already know that
That’s what you say when I do
[Outro: T-Pain]
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
‘Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham
Bet you know my name
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
If I had my way lil mama
I said hey there shawty
And she was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]

When I do, do, do, do you, ooh, ooh, ooh
It’s the brand new Ferrari
You know I ate lil mama
And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Like wait lil mama
Can I take you on a date lil mama?
Damn
And I was doing whatever
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Look what I bought ya
And I taste your flower
Equipped with no top-a
But I shout real deep in ya
I face your flower
I’ll pay lil mama
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It’s Lil Pain, and T-Wayne
So break it on down
You, you, you, you, ooh
We could go to my estate lil mama
What we gon’ do, do, do

Break it on down
Shit, damn

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Waist Of A Wasp (T-Wayne Album)

Butter or syrup? Which one you like?
And she already know what it is
Now usually I don’t go the whole first 9
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
Promise I know how to love, know what to do with your heart
Shawty want a real nigga
Ohh what it is?
But you got the fire to make a nigga feel
Baby don’t act stupid (oh no)
Ohh what it is?
But first put your legs on my shoulders
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
Then I deal with her

But with you I wanna go to the top
Baby don’t act stupid (Oh no)
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
‘Cause I promise in the Sidekick you got your own folder
So with you I’m gon’ begin with love, yeah
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
So I know I’m ’bout to murk it (I’m bout to murk it)
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
And she already know what it is
Umm bullseye baby, ooh aah baby
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I’m tryna fuck you in the kitchen, let me butter you up
What you think about that?
What up dog?
If you keep fuckin’ with me, you gon’ get your own chauffeur
Got’sta pass it to Wayne
And really I don’t be goin’ out like that no more unless it’s to shop

And she already know what it is (Bitch it’s T-Wayne)
And she already know what it is
Baby you’re so perfect (So perfect)
If I said you didn’t smell like Victoria’s Secret when you passed girl

I know everybody want a piece of the pie
Come on now let’s do this
And she already know what it is
But I ain’t tryna butter you up
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
Like you supposed to be a nigga’s wife
Where’s my manners?
Have you gettin’ out of the Lamborghini in slow-mo
If the love don’t don’t end with love
So you gotta have you some brain
Lately I been tryin’ to stop lyin’
Say Wayne
And I would go to hell as well
Baby you’re so perfect
But you know that they ain’t greedy as I
With a girl on the very first night
So I know I’m ’bout to murk it (Young Mula Baby)
[Intro: T-Pain & Lil Wayne
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
I could take you solo for dolo
Come on now let’s do this (This)
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse

And she already know what it is
What you think about that?
Now won’t you do it like I told you, send a pic or download it?
Construction hat Weezy, I’ma build with her
Hey
Baby don’t act stupid (Oh no) (Oh baby no))

Shawty you so much of a target, I hit you with a dart
Come on now let’s do this (Let’s do this)

And with all do respect then you got’sta pass it to Pain
And technically I don’t believe in fallin’ in love
And the plaid skirt you got on
You saw to that?
Lets a nigga know you just might have some class, girl
Now what you, what you think about that?
And if Wayne pass you on then he pass you to Mack Maine
I see her, I see her, I see her, I see her
Baby you’re so perfect (So perfect)
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse

Baby you’re so perfect (So perfect)
So I know I’m ’bout to murk it (I’m bout to murk it)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
Let me show you what your Miss Butter is Worth
What you think about that?
Whoo, sup girl?
Can I stick my finger in your apple pie baby?
Baby don’t act stupid (Oh no)
So I know I’m ’bout to murk it (I’m bout to murk it)
But I’d be lyin’ if I said that I wasn’t blinded by that ass girl
And she already know what it is
Hahaha, sop you up with a biscuit
And she already know what it is
Come on now let’s do this (Let’s do this)
Now won’t you shake like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse, scream and holler ’til you lose your voice
She be my meal after I have a meal with her
Ohh what it is?

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Oh Yeah (T-Wayne Album)

‘Cause when I got a bitch I just boom box
Keep the shit real like The Boondocks (Oh yeah)
Damn, she infatuated
Gon’ and tell the room girl (Oh yeah)
If her nigga act up then I’ma let out the Ruger (Oh yeah)
Yeah
What you wanna say girl? (Oh yeah)
Boombox They call me M.C.

All these bitches be so fascinated and they say (Oh yeah)
(Oh yeah) What I had you sayin’ all day?
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Send her home with no shoes and 2 socks
She won’t go to sleep, she stay up watchin’ me on computers
Yeah bitch what you tryna say? (Oh yeah)
I got a bitch from New Orleans she said (Aww Yay)
Been drankin’ a little bit
What you gon’ say girl? (Oh yeah)
[Intro]
Yeah bitch I know, that’s what they all say
I done ripped this bitch up, call me Freddy the Kreuger (Oh yeah)
Bitch
But it’s not out of the norm when I bring the dick storm
Fell in love with my swag and how fast I ate it
Bitch
So call me Teddy McGruder (Oh yeah)