Daily Archives: December 29, 2017

Jay-Z – Legacy

And niggas like, "Your seed married his seed, married my seed"
My parents ain’t have shit, so that shift started with me
It takes my hurt and help me find more of myself
[Intro: Blue Ivy Carter]

Black excellence, you gon’ let ’em see
My sisters, Hattie and Lou, the nephews, cousins and TT
[Chorus]
There was a time America wouldn’t let us ball
My mom took her money, she bought me bonds
Daddy, what’s a will?

Someday I forgive him
Someday we’ll all be free
Generational wealth, that’s the key
It took all these years to get to zero in fact
[Bridge]
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

You run this hard just to stay in place
‘Cause strangely our division led to multiple religions
Eric, the rest to B for whatever she wants to do

I hated religion ’cause here was this Christian
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
TIDAL, the champagne, D’USSÉ, I’d like to see
That’s how we keep Carter money all in the family
You run this hard just to stay in place
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
My stake in Roc Nation should go to you
[Outro: Donny Hathaway]
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

Leave a piece for your siblings to give to their children too
And I was runnin’ from him, He was givin’ me wisdom
That was the sweetest thing of all time, uh
She might put poor kids through school
A nice peace-fund ideas from people who look like we
[Verse 2]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
[Interlude]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
She might start an institute
I studied Muslim, Buddhist, and Christians
He was preachin’ on Sundays, versus how he was livin’ Monday
Whose daughter couldn’t escape the reach of the preacher’s hand
It’s a gift and a curse
You see, my father, son of a preacher man
That’s major, just like the Negro League
[Chorus]
We gon’ start a society within a society
That’s called the Red Queen’s Race
Day, someday, someday we’ll all
Keep up the pace
[Verse 1]
Black excellence baby, you gon’ let ’em see
That charge of energy set all the Carters back

Keep up the pace, baby
I remember, like, listenin’ to Wu-Tang

See how the universe works?
Those times are now back, just now called Afro-tech
Take those moneys and spread ‘cross families

Jay-Z – Smile (feat. Gloria Carter)

‘Cause the more I reveal me, the more they ‘fraid of the real me
Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to
Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
Slammin’ Bentley doors like we invented doors
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
All these people was gon’ kill me, heh
Jewelry shoppin’ in Pa- all ya jewelers should be embarrassed
So our music is ours, niggas own their own houses
‘Cept try to free you Ahhhh, what did I do?
That blood money I giggle at it, can’t even support my miss’ habit
Love who you love, because life isn’t guaranteed
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
[Intro: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
That’s why it’s called the projects ’cause it’s exactly that
Y’all knew that was comin’, I had to remind y’all again, huh?
[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
I just wanna see you smile through all the hate
In charge of my own fate, respect Jimmy Iovine
Smile
Smile
Society shame and the pain was too much to take
In every one of y’all televised shows
Had to hide in the closet, so she medicate
Launderin’ dirty money like the Teamsters, huh
Norman’s Cay, he looked up and out of the Lear
Good morn’ or evening, friends
God sent me to break the chain, I’m the true and livin’
[Chorus: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Smile, you recordin’?
Niggas’ll rip your shit off TIDAL just to spite you
A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ
Living in the shadow
But you live with the fear of just being me
Don’t matter to me if it’s a him or her
A loss ain’t a loss, it’s a lesson

Oh, these that drugs, heron flow, I spaz on the stove
But life is short, and it’s time to be free

This is Hov, no flex zone, nigga, who lied to you?
The separation is clear in my rear-view mirror
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
Anita Baker’s "You Bring Me Joy" slappin’ out of the toy
Oh yeah, I was born with a pair, playin’ for high stakes
I mastered my aesthetics
Here’s your friendly announcer
God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain
Good morn’ or evening, friends
Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church
Kept the tray on me like Chris Paul then
Dump ’em all in the bayou, uh
Mama had four kids, but she’s a lesbian
Push through the pain so we can see new life
We drinkin’ Cristal and…yeah
This was meant to be a haiku, huh
Now you see the real in the front row
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
That’s life, winners and losers
How niggas can’t relate?
The world is changing and they say it’s time to be free
Put the rest away for Blue"
Appreciate the pain, it’s a blessin’
Bet before I go I put a billion on the board

I said, "Pre-haps I Freudian slipped in European whips"
Oh y’all thought I was washed? I’m at the cleaners
Huh, blood diamonds drippin’ with guilt, I still ain’t trippin’
The hundreds of millions, I have no ceilings, ah, this that feelin’
And niggas playin’ for power, huh
Had to pretend so long that she’s a thespian
Hall of Fame Hov, I did it all without a pen
No harm for them, no harm for me
Ours was, "Fuck you, pay me" now it’s, "Fuck payin’ me, I pay you
Drinkin’ Ace of Spades like it’s codeine now
That’s why it’s a black market, that’s why it’s called the trap

I’m that boy
Living two lives, happy, but not free
Fuck a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
My therapist said I relapsed
Because that’s what you want them to see
Niggas’ll love you but hate you ’cause they can’t be you
Niggas switched sides, traded pride, we don’t do all that
Objects is further than they appear
Welcome back Carter, smile
Marie Antoinette, baby, let ’em eat cake
Drug dealers and abusers, America likes me ruthless
Look, you a pedestrian, don’t ever question the security I provided you
But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime
But my story’s too wide to fit inside the line or two
Tryna put a million on the whole team now
Smile
So all the ladies havin’ babies, see a sacrifice
Fear for you, bro, we know the system don’t work
I know you often heard me wax poetic ’bout bein’ back in the Lexus
Super facts
[Outro: Gloria Carter]
[Verse 2: JAY-Z]

Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live?
Now the whole projects on my jet

In the shadows people see you as happy and free
Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be
20 years ago we drove Bentley Azures
[Chorus: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Cried tears of joy when you fell in love
You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person you love
Good times never fade away, smile
When I heard you got booked, that shit hurt
Good times never fade away, smile
Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise
Far as draft picks, my name did not get called

Yet it’s legal in Colorado, yeah, we deny
Flyin’ paper planes through the projects
But trust me, that was nothin’ a nigga up in

Good morn’ or evening, friends
[Verse 3: JAY-Z]

Jay-Z – Marcy Me

Gave birth to my verbal imagination
So maybe I’m the one or maybe I’m crazy
Back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen
[Verse 2]
Thus concludin’ my concerto
I’m from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand
E meu tempo…)
I need a trophy just for that
That’s poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past
The livest one representin’ BK to the fullest
Came through the bushes smellin’ like roses
Back when Pam was on Martin
Nah Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus?
And Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixin’
Or better yet here’s a verse from Hamlet
I started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
There’s room on the bandwagon, don’t abort
"Lord, we know who we are
Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
I’m a Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi
[Verse 1]
I’ma take this with me to the Moon
I ain’t gonna change, no
When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
Must be in the air
(Como hás nome, cavaleiro?
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Just the way I’m raised
Cookin’ coke in the kitchen
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y’all
Mike was losin’ to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
You couldn’t change me if you wanted to
Marcy me
All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
I ain’t gonna change, no
I ain’t gonna change, no
Oh Marcy, Marcy me
Marcy me
Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof
Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Bastards duckin’ when Hov be buckin’
Fat laces in your shoe, I’m talkin’ bustin’ off the roof
[Intro]

Y’all flirtin’ with death, I be winkin’ through the scope

Shout out to all the murderers turned murals

Marcy me
Yeah, that’s where it all started
When Denzel was blottin’ carpet, I’ll pack a… nine millimeter
Assume a virtue if you have not
Back when Rodman was a Piston
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
Chicken-heads be cluckin’
I’m the Gotham City heartbeat
Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
I know, I know, I know
[Outro: The-Dream]
Yet we know not what we may be"
Oh, can’t walk away, I know, I know
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant

Just the way I am always gonna be
Couldn’t change me if I wanted to

Pressa – Basically

[Pre-Hook]
Got hit with this [torah?]

My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
And they don’t want war, ah
[Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese

These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
[Verse 1]
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
(x2)
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps
This is not technical, just to get technical
My niggas buy cars, ship it
My niggas buy brown, whip it

See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Hook]
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Sold three zips, fishes
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

Lil Xan – Wake Up

That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, yeah

I drew the game up

I throw up
Yeah, yeah

What you?

I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
[Intro]:
You know you is a lame hoe
Pink Audies, pink beans
I feel like I’m dead
That bitch is lame bruh
Ay, I fucked the game up
[Bridge]:
I feel like I’m dead
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok
What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah
Fucking around (yeah)
I feel like I’m dead
My bitch from over state
[Hook]:
[Hook]:
I throw up
What you mean? Yeah
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, yeah
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok
What you mean? Yeah
Ay, I wake up
I feel like I’m dead
She gon come down state
[Verse]:
Ay, I wake up
I feel like I’m dead
I throw up
You know I’m next
I feel like I’m dead
Ay (what)
Yeah (yea, yea, yea)
Ay, I wake up

Fuck it, yeah
Yeah What you mean?
Xan up, I’m next
Ay, I wake up
Ay, I wake up
Pretty foreign, bitch clean
I feel like I’m dead

I throw up
Pink roses, pink lean
[Hook]:

Yeah What you mean? What you mean? What you mean?
[Verse]:
Ay, I wake up
In my own lane bruh

We do not play bruh
What you mean?
Ay (ooh)
I feel like I’m dead
I throw up
Fuck it, yeah
I throw up
[Bridge]:
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
Your bitch want-
I throw up
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I throw up
Your bitch wanna sex
Fuck it, yeah!
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
[?]
I feel like I’m dead
I throw up
I like bean, I like beans, I like lean (he-hey, ooh)
I throw up
Ay, I wake up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
Feel like I’m-
Pink audies, they like beans
Pink roses, pink lean

Manman Savage & Lil Uzi Vert – Big Face

Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, missed it completely
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Yeah they movin’ ‘caine, yeah
We don’t move the same, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
I heard he kissed her lips, my dick was on her lip
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah

That bitch suck my dick and her tongue got no taste
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Why you kiss her face, yeah
If you talkin’ ’bout them Franklins let me see his face
Why you kiss her face, yeah
Nutted on her face, and nutted on her ass
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
I’m also Jamaican, I shoot with a bay
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
I’m walkin’ right in, I ride with the bank
VVS diamonds, that’s all on my face
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Yeah, um this gas got me so high, I thought it was laced

If I cop that Rollie you know I’ma flood the face
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
I just beat the case, they don’t know my name
Better keep your mouth closed
Goyard on my waist, yeah
[Verse 2: ManMan Savage]
Stay up in your lane
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
I’ma do my thing, yeah
We’ll shoot your brain, yeah

Goyard on my waist, yeah

Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Fifty in the clip, I’ll let it rip
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
I was on a xan, after that I crashed

Goyard on my waist, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
They ain’t see my face, I ain’t leave a trace
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
I just copped a whip, took her on a trip
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
I was outside all the way from the morning
Goyard on my waist, yeah
My niggas ran a train, choo choo on her ass
Nigga you’s a lame, better yet a fag
That was all bad, seen it all was sad
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Bitch I swear this is a Porsche, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
I’m whippin’ it with my minorities, yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah

R.E.M. – Man On The Moon

Hey, baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
Here’s a little ghost for the offering
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, baby, are you having fun?
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match

Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Moses went walking with the staff of wood
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s

Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp
[Chorus]
Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?

Hey, baby, are we losing touch?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?

See you in heaven if you make the list
Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life
[Verse 1]
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Monopoly, Twenty-one, Checkers, and Chess
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let’s play Twister, let’s play Risk

If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
[Verse 2]

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Here’s a little agit for the never-believer
Newton got beaned by the apple good
[Chorus]

If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
[Chorus]
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
Mister Andy Kaufman’s gone wrestling
[Verse 3]

Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Crash Test Dummies – Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

Once there was this kid who

But both girl and boy were glad
He couldn’t quite explain it
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Parents made him come directly home right after school
But when he finally came back

Once there was this girl who

Mmm mmm mmm mmm

They saw birthmarks all over her body
‘Cause then there was this boy whose
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
The cars had smashed so hard
Ah
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
‘Cause one kid had it worse than that
He said that it was from when
And when they finally made her
His hair had turned from black into bright white
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
She couldn’t quite explain it
They’d always just been there

Ah
They’d always just gone there
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Ah

And when they went to their church
Wouldn’t go and change with the girls in the change room

They shook and lurched all over the church floor
Ah
Got into an accident and couldn’t come to school

Ugly Kid Joe – Everything About You

I, get sick when I’m around…
I don’t really care about your sister
Every little thing about you!
And I, I, I, hate the countryside too!
A ball hatin
And that’s too bad,
And if you think this thought might bring me down,

And I, I hate the beach and mountains too bu hu

But that don’t change the way I feel about you,

[Chorus]
And I, get sick when I’m around, I, can’t stand to be around,
And I don’t like a thing about the city, no, no
And I, hate everything about you!
I put her on the bed and she didn’t even say maybe
Cause I’m havin
The way it comes, the way it’s gonna go
I, hate everything about you!
Look again cause I aint wearin no frown!
And I, I hate your daddys guts too bu hu
I, can’t stand to be around…
And I, don’t like a thing about your mother,
Some say I got a bad attitude,
Semi-chorus
… everything about you!
I know you know everybody knows
Everything about you,
I, hate the rain and sunny weather,

Everything about you!
Forget the little bitch cause I already kissed her
you! I, hate everything about… Haha…

Cause I, I, I, think sex is overrated too.
You think it’s sad,
One thing that I did to your lady
Everything about you, everything about…
And I, don’t like a thing about your sister, no, no
Everything about you,

Fun Lovin’ Criminals – Scooby Snacks

Ain’t punkin’ the crowd and I’m still standing up straight
"Look, I don’t know anything about any fucking set-up
"Any of you fucking pricks move
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money
Is this some karmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what?
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack
Riding around in a stolen police car

So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy
[Hook]

We casted off and along we went
Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded
Me and Fast got the gats, we’re out to rob the bank

"Torture you, that’s good, that’s a good idea, I like that one."
Running around robbing banks
I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks

Running around robbing banks

Running around robbing banks

All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
They’re at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Fromans’
Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something
[Hook]

"Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!"
"…I am cool."
Running around robbing banks
They gave chase, but my man Steve’s an ace
Running around robbing banks
So out the door we go back to the ride with Steve inside
Now everything’s cool and everything’s smooth
And I don’t give a fuck about the hell’s gate
Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is, yeah
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
He said it was time to blow, you know

[Intro]
And I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you!"
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we’ll never get far
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
"Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?"
Running around robbing banks

She gives me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink
Off Bermuda to an island resort we rented

That I found cute and I said, "Baby, baby, baby…"
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Hey that’s smooth…

By that time Fast tapped me with the 9

And alive, and off we drive
No one gets hurt if they don’t act funny
[Verse 1: Huey Morgan]

You can torture me all you want…"
And we lost those brothers with haste

Red Hot Chili Peppers – Give It Away

Get smart get down with the pow wow
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

His heart is never gonna wither
My mom I love her ’cause she love me
Love is free love me say hell yes
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa

Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Come on everybody time to deliver
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Give it away give it away give it away now
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
How come everybody want to keep it like the kaiser
Never been a better time than right now
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Realize I don’t want to be a miser
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter

Keep your more to receive your less

Give it away give it away give it away now
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama

Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue
Greedy little people in a sea of distress

Give it away give it away give it away now
Come and drink it up from my fertility
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me
Give it away give it away give it away now
There’s a river born to be a giver

Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you

Unimpressed by material excess

Bob Radojevic – Foliram (Official Video) 4K

bez nje ko da ne postojim
Opet pijem ludujem
Prelako ih odbiješ
bez nje ko da ne postojim
I mamurna jutra brojim

lažnu sreću kupujem
lažem lako je bez tebe znam

lažnu sreću kupujem
Jedan pogled kupi me

oči joj ko bisto more
podsete me što je glava luda
nova tura svako veče druga
zbog nje se do jutra pije
nova tura svako veče druga
Gde je noću to grad krije
Opet pijem ludujem
lažem lako je bez tebe znam
ko beskućnik tražim je i lutam
pet svratiš pa mi osmeh vratiš
dobro foliran dobro foliram

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Opasni te momci jure
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Hustle Gang – Want Smoke (feat. T.I., Young Dro, London Jae & Yung Booke)

You can not do me, I’m a certified gangsta
He’s making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae
I got my ratchet and I’m rockin’ Coogi
Man, aye

Still looking, still sing and hear bro
Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now
I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money
[Chorus]
It’s really like Hustle Gang everything
[Intro: T.I.]
Hey, I’m a giant, y’all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y’all
Still do it, looking like I steal your hoe
[?]
Ain’t hear raise zone
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas

(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
(Fuck you, nigga, you don’t want no smoke)
My chrome still will get to singin’ like Johnny Gil
Whole army of shooters and Wassi’s the sergeant
[Chorus]
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
I’m with a out of town broad, she don’t go-go
And I know it
Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon’ get it
Get all your money and do your time if you get it
Ship it in here like a fake cake
Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa

(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
I don’t want no peon round me
Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don’t want no smoke
(Boy, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, see
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
This is a rap, this is a trap
Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon’ run and play
Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
[?]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah
[Verse 2: T.I.]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
Stay reminiscing but cap a line for nutrition
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
Run upon you with that Draco
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
Only bosses in my clique, you know what I’m saying?
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)

And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
They call me Dro, this a four four
Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now
Don’t make me act a fool, don’t make me unload this uzi
One too many millionaires still rapping
[Post-Chorus]
[Verse 1: Dro]

gon’ cash out Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P.
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
You suckers ain’t trillville
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And I’m on they tanner, make them pull them bands out
Play your position and play dumb as a witness
I be the first nigga that’s catching a case
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
[Verse: ]
And I’m sponsored by Louis and Ralph
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
Pistol better not be where you’re riding
Not the industry, that’s the difference
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect

That’s lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp

You sayin’ he your homeboy, I say he dead weight
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)

(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
[Chorus]
Anyway, what you gonna say?
We saw light on the haze, I shoot ’em the back of the face
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless
Jab it and double what you mean and bail road

Too hot, you’ve gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
[?]
No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it
R.I.P., O-G-D free me, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Truth
My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I’m so G
I don’t just rap about it, my city’ll tell you that I live it [?]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business
[Chorus]

You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch

James Blake – Vincent

On that starry, starry night
[Verse 1]
Paint your palette blue and gray
Frameless heads on nameless walls
[Verse 2]
What you tried to say to me

Perhaps they’ll listen now
Now I think I know
The silver thorn on the bloody rose

Perhaps they never will
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Portraits hung in empty halls
For they could not love you
Starry, starry night
And how you tried to set them free
Colors changing hue
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes

Weathered faces lined in pain
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Morning fields of amber grain
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Now I understand
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
And how you tried to set them free
[Verse 3]
And when no hope was left in sight
[Bridge]
[Chorus]

They would not listen, they did not know how
[Outro]

Swirling clouds in a violet haze
And how you suffered for your sanity
What you tried to say to me
In colors on the snowy linen land
Perhaps they’ll listen now
But still your love was true
And how you tried to set them free
Starry, starry night
Shadows on the hills
Starry, starry night

Look out on a summer’s day

And how you suffered for your sanity
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
You took your life, as lovers often do
Now I understand
[Chorus]
They would not listen, they did not know how
But I could’ve told you, Vincent
Catch the breeze and the winter chills

Dave East – Legendary

Shit
I got your bitch sitting court side
I’m only fucking with the legendary niggas, so I had to get with Holiday
I bet I fuck her ’til the morning
This that Karma shit
Intro: DJ Holiday and Dave East]
Dave East
Hear this blowin’ if this truck stop
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
All I need me is a down bitch

Jumping out of it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walked in
If they had that powder, we get it hard
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
Only thing I ever fear was God
Porsche drop with the fog tints
Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin
Dave East
Killed them early, that’s abortion
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds…
For all you niggas that hated
This nut in my pocket enormous
Got yo’ bitch in Banihana, she tryna change me like Obama
GG5 in the Backwood, got the car smelling like horse shit
Knock a little dust off this bitch
Just trappin’ like they ain’t on us
Everyday feel like a holiday
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds on feeling like Killa Cam
I wore Gucci for two months straight
DJ Holiday
Say my name we gon’ go get him robbed
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
You don’t belong here
Bringing all my niggas on the road with me, I ain’t chilling ’til we all rich
This yo’ karma, nigga
Tell every nigga hating on me they could suck a dick
Diamonds cold like when the heater off
Uh
I ain’t got beef with no rap nigga
This foreign like 100 horses
What goes around comes around, I hope you got some armor
King of Harlem
State to state with the Glock while I’m touring
Your hands never touched guap
East side of Harlem
All of my bitches is gorgeous
All gas we don’t touch breaks
Blue and whites askin’ ’bout me in the streets, but they ain’t got a thing on me
Fifty thousand to my lawyers the reason I’m sitting in court high
Not a day I step out and they ain’t on me
Downtown on a dust block

You want a feature, can’t afford it
Eyes on the Fendi monster, staring at you niggas staring at me
Looking like I stepped in dog shit
I don’t even take a weekend off
We was really in that Crown Vic
It was so hard to go get it, y’all
Karma
I’m in for the change, you here for the fame, if you in the game, learn how to play
They know I could fuck they bitch
Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan

Your hands never touched weight
You was that nigga, but not today
I get the drop from a block away
[Outro: DJ Holiday]
I probably hit me a hundred licks
I ain’t got time for the talking
Louis got me wearing brown kicks
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
You got some money, nigga, we can talk
All you lil niggas move over, let the big dogs eat
To take the product out of town quick
VVS is sitting flawless
Two words, nigga, "fuck cops"
Most of my denim is Fear of God
Nowadays, ain’t gotta call chicks
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
Catch you lackin’ by the bus stop
Holiday
Uh
Can’t be nervous, you around this
I popped two percs and I’m nauseous
It’s the big dog table
Hot temper need to [?]
Awaiting on your train, homie
LV Supreme the bomb
12 pounds in a Mustang
Told my driver back the Porsche in
[Verse: Dave East]