Monthly Archives: February 2018

Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – Stranger Things

Joyner Lucas, bitch, I’m hotter than a fuckin’ sauna
And then I’ma proceed and play with the pussy
I’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
You don’t really wanna see Brown
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Bitch, I’m Irak (jheeze)
Bitch, I’m the professor, you a student to me, woah
Vet, so I’m finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin’ like bitches, it done started up a epidemic
A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain’t gotta listen (celebrate)
I just might take her ’round to Applebee’s (Applebee’s)
Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
You better be sure, better be sure
And every motherfuckin’ record, that’s a hit, I record it (celebrate)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Oh shit, I’m the shit, you could smell me, nigga
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I’m dope, bitch, comin’ like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
It’s complicated, fuckin’ up with my main bitch
But I give a Uzi, it’s a doozie, make a movie if you’re actin’, so (celebrate)
I’ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
Do anything that I want to it, think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers
[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]
Shut up before I spank you for actin’ up
Now I’m wakin’ up in cabanas ’cause she bad as fuck
You paid your way for this fade and can’t even afford it
And I’m so bored, I might switch cars
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I’m guilty
Turn your fuckin’ block into a light show (Joyner)
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
And all my life want the food
Joyner, I don’t really feel these niggas
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up
Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Bitch better believe that I’ma sniper (yeah)
With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick

You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump
You duck and hide from the Rugers
Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
Like you have a label, call the doctor
Seventy-five mil’, look at me now (celebrate)
Ain’t never had the shit in my side
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar
Don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Let me double it Watch you utter, stop stutterin’, what you spend?
Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these niggas
Break ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, nigga
Hoe, you know I’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
Hard to make ’em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin’, why you mumblin’?
When it’s summertime and the juice
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
They must have forgot that I’m pyscho (jheeze)
You don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)

Try to take me apart, they ain’t never wanna (celebrate)
I was watchin’, you was shoppin’
Sick of rubbin’ shoulders, now I’m runnin’ over every motherfucker who ain’t wanna get in my ride

Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Hoe, you actin’ like a pig, you fuckin’ filthy, nigga
I’m so sick of niggas tellin’ me how I’ve been livin’ my life
Heard the chopper make ’em do the macarena
You know I’m ’bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Nigga, look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Puttin’ my face in it, never wastin’ it
I’m takin’ a knee for my side, could give a fuck ’bout they owners
I’m fuckin’ tired of these losers
And strategize with the movement
Lime green ‘rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
It’s a matter of time ‘fore I lose it
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Say no more Oh, you want war?
All you niggas sweet as candy
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Get the paper, I’ma (celebrate)
I criss-cross with the pump, ain’t no bricks in the trunk
I don’t like when I lose (I don’t), if I don’t buy her them shoes, I don’t like those (regulate)
When the music, guess I’m alive and I use it
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
Givin’ it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)
[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Now I’m poppin’, I’m poppin’, and your bitch keep hittin’ my line
If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then
I never lie but the truth is
You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
All you new niggas don’t do it for me, look (woah)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
And all gorillas don’t want bananas ‘less your chain is tucked
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
You know I don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
It don’t make a difference, nigga, we winnin’, I’m plenty grinnin’
And all these bad bitches can’t keep their feet down (elevate)
I’m the realest nigga, that I know
While I’m drivin’, I’m moonwalking in the sky
Listen, nigga, mind your business
On the corner
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
And neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the fuck you want?
Get stuck inside of the cubics
[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
And every motherfuckin’ snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)
Need to stop all that shit, talkin’ put the seat down
But I’d rather die than to lose

Waka Flocka Flame – Trap My Ass Off

You know!
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
I’ll put the beam on the k hole

I’ll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah
Made junkies jump from the free throw like Jordan
My flag bleedin’ like a nose run
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Right next to the police scanner
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)
Switch his spot, 6 month run
[Pre-Chorus]
Get rid of these babies like we do abortions
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados

Trap spot got plenty guns
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Yeah, you know
Sold a hundred pounds, that’s a home run
And if a nigga play with my money
Bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)
Trap, trap my ass off
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
[Verse 2]
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
Then my young niggas on his ass, duck huntin’
Watch what you say ’cause you know they recordin’
Right next to the police scanner
Trap, trap my ass off

Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
[Chorus]
Tourin’ and trappin’, trappin’ and tourin’
Trap, trap my ass off

I just bought a morgue, I put bricks in the coffin
Trap, trap my ass off
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
Louney G on the track
Right next to the money counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Trap, trap my ass off
Hole in your head like a bagel
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter

Trap, trap my ass off
Hit up my migo, no Quavo

Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bow bow Cook!
Bustin’ bags down on the counter

Bustin’ bags down on the counter
They send a mill if I say so
Right next to the money counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
[Pre-Chorus]
Play with the work, gon’ be fatal
[Intro]
Right next to the police scanner
That Lamb’ truck, bitch, I gotta have it
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Say it twice [?]
Flex! Flex!
[Verse 1]
Boy Brick Squad
[?] lil’ rock ’cause that [?]
Right next to the police scanner
I’ll put the beam on the k hole
Clayco Clayco, Flocka connected like Lego
Trap, trap my ass off
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Get off that work like I’m down in Diego
Trap, trap my ass off
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Trap house bring in what you pay for that foreign
Trap, trap my ass off
I trap my ass off like Stoney and Hundo
This shit the mob, nigga
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Trap, trap my ass off
[Outro]
Bust his head for a dirty bird
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
Residue all on the table
[Chorus]
When the junkie hit the rock, glass jaw
Migo called my phone, said I need a fuckin’ mental [?], yeah, yeah
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
That’s on my flag, nigga
Right next to the police scanner
Make that ho leave with a bankroll
Trap, trap my ass off
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)
Gotta charge extra if we cook it up
[Chorus]
These roosters I’m servin’ don’t chirp in the mornin’
Right next to the money counter
‘Bout to crank up a new trap spot

Right next to the money counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Say it twice Clayco
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Trap, trap my ass off
Right next to the money counter
You got that lean with the karo
Strippin’ bitches countin’ money naked
Charge him 37 for a whole one
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Flocka!
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
[Pre-Chorus]
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Lo I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J.
Right next to the police scanner
Flockaveli 2
Bringin’ quarters back like Andrew Luck

Mistah F.A.B. – Stand Outside

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Nigga told me it was cheaper to be myself, ya heard?
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
And whoever kill the Jack, I sear to God I hope that nerd die
What the fuck?
All I know how to be’s a ridah
We was gettin’ [?], smokin’ out a Back, sippin’ Act
All I know how to be’s a ridah
[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
All I know how to be’s a ridah
I put that on my soul, never erase your number from my phone
A lot of suckas gettin’ credit, but they fake and they fraudulent
Had a dream the other night that I brought my brodie back
Then that same nigga told me it wasn’t always cool to be me
My brotha Jack taught me a lesson, that we don’t care how hard he is
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Hood niggas (all I know)
I lose every girl ’cause I sleep with my rifle
Always tellin’ me that I was good for nothin’
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
See my sister cryin’ they took her love away
Now I tell the world this
[Verse 1: The Jacka]
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I know how to be’s a ridah
‘Cause they ain’t shit without possessions, puttin’ on shows for their audience
I just [?] they wanna murder me
Shit fuck with my mind and realize that he gone
Hood niggas (all I know)
[?]
Stomach full of lean because we lost our way

All my niggas how we sellin’ drugs for pay
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Got me relapsin’ back to back, blowin’ out of the zone
All I know how to be’s a ridah
‘Cause that’s how we use to do it, me and J and the Mac
I was never good or nothin’
Whole family [?] we gotta find a way
90 knocks in and out the spot for cream
All I know how to be’s a ridah
So I gotta keep a cannon every day
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
By pitchin’ flippers, lettin’ birds fly
90 shots hangin’ off the big machine
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
Good pretenders
And that them niggas bleed too, regardless of who he thought he is
Good pretenders

Hood niggas (all I know)
See a vision with my third eye, got my mind on murder
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
All I know how to be’s a ridah
See, I was raised on the curbside
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Good pretenders
Damn, I can’t believe they killed my nigga Jack
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
Mama didn’t raise a bitch, bein’ a coward was a nada
All I know how to be’s a ridah

All I know how to be’s a ridah
Make a [?] never [?]
Thug tears for thug angels, callin’ heaven their home

Kylie Minogue – Dancing (On Ant & Dec’s Saturday Night Takeaway) (Live)

When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
I wanna go out
This is where I wanna be with you

[Chorus]
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

Your arms wrapped around me
When you come knocking, I’ll be at your door
I wanna go out dancing
[Pre-Chorus]
Getting down, riding all the highs
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Can’t stand still

I wanna go out, dancing
[Post-Chorus]
The wild kiss, the music reeling

Can’t stand still
[Post-Chorus]

When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
I’m gonna give it all I’ve got

Can’t stand still
I don’t ever wanna stop

I won’t slow down
(I wanna go out dancing)
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
I wanna go out, dancing
[Bridge]
No one wants to stay at home
[Post-Chorus]
Everybody’s got a story
And when the final curtain falls, we could say we did it all
[Pre-Chorus]
(Can’t stand still)

And fireworks reflecting in your eyes
I wanna go out
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
I wanna go out dancing
This is how I wanna feel
I wanna go out
I wanna go out
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
I wanna go out
(I wanna go out dancing)
Let it be your blaze of glory
[Pre-Chorus]
I won’t slow down
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
[Verse 2]
Burning bright, never fade away
[Chorus]
Nobody wants to be alone

When I go out, I wanna go out dancing

I wanna go out dancing
And when they ask me, “who could ask for more?”
I wanna go out
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
The never ending of a perfect day
I won’t slow down
(Won’t slow down)
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

TECH N9NE COLLABOS – Cold Piece Of Work (feat. Jay Trilogy, JL, Joey Cool & Tech N9Ne)

That’s dope nigga
I’m doing what most of the world fears everyday
That’s why I’m constantly cookin’ off in the kitchen
That’s a cold piece of work
[Hook: JL]
That’s a cold piece of work
[Verse 1: JL]
Gold teeth with the gold chains, Own Thang, got the hood, I’m home
Most definitely, deathly defiant
Burna cut the fucking mic on
Or my music like a perc
Tryna put me on a payroll, hold my dick
That’s a cold piece of work
[Verse 3: Jay Trilogy]
Okay I admit it, I see the future and that’s all that is in it
Godzilla be up on the punishment and I might slap the shit up out of King Kong
My flow so dope a motherfucking fiend would avoid
That’s dope
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
Don’t trip, I’ma try to fix this shit
For the good dope that I be dishin’ out for the listenin’
That’s dope nigga
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
Or my music like a perc
That’s dope nigga
Shit is real not ficticious all the wishes for the bomb
She flipping through my discography, nigga
I’m not the plug but I got that work bitch, don’t try to test me
Broke as a bitch and I need that cheddar
I’m worth more than gold and I know that shit

T9X is what they sniffin’ when Tech Nina get to spittin’
Word
That’s dope nigga
Heard about this shit on the street giving niggas instant OD’s
A-A-All this was to satisfy the customers
[Pre-hook: JL]
Bitch I’m great
Okay I’ve been taking my time since 8th grade
Go!
(Fo sho’) N-N-Noses in my bidness like a yayo!
Lace boots with the rhyme skills
That’s dope
Give a fuck about numbers, a fuck about y’all, I will eat you alive and that’s straight from the heart
They know my flow is the yola
Put the swank on a nigga real quick, you are at the bottom of the sea-saw
Don’t believe me motherfucker? Wait ’till I release my CD
And I don’t give a fuck just hand it over

Oh lord
I ain’t ever going back to my day job
They tryna find a cure for me but I’m pure disease
If I go too hard, you might just flip your shit
Called my old managers over tell him, "Man I told ya"

Nigga I’m addictive
She’ll love you and lick your lolly
So Dope that I’m like pills
Aye
On these scripts and they be itchin’
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
That’s dope nigga

That’s a cold piece of work
Strange Reign 2017…
I’m a motherfucking giant, a tyrant, a modern pirate
I’ma let two of my young gunners work this motherfucker
I’m a Cold Piece of Work
Bumping that good Everready
Shit is so down, it’s steady
Aim at the target, the scope on the lock on this bitch and I’m holding it steady
Keep ’em coming back we push these packages to listeners
Jay Trilogy and Joey Cool
[Pre-hook: JL]
[Intro:]
That’s dope!
[Hook: JL]

Taking me is her hobby

Or my music like a perc
That’s dope nigga what you call a buzz when you caught a bus
They know my flow is the yola

They treat my bidness like it’s soda
If you want it Nina’s on it with the quickness
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
That’s dope nigga
I put in the work, so I know I’ma get it
That’s a Cold Piece of Work, better fix your face when you’re mentioning Jay
That’s dope nigga
That’s a cold piece of work
I’m like Lucy in the sky with the diamonds my effervescence is infectious
And a rock in a hard place, help me get it ever?
That’s dope nigga
I’m narcotic, pharmaceutical, potent anti-depresent
Asking me if I think I’m the goat
That’s dope nigga
Flippin’ like it’s crack and can’t relax it’s like we drug dealers
They know my flow is the yola
Or sit in [?], I’m servin’ sinking this and sink with nerves
Stay with me get you realigned, this’ll be divine, it’s a theme song

Taking precaution, I’m deadly
I make you feel like you was on all the drugs
Buss serves on them bitches steady searchin’ for the sickness
That’s dope nigga
[Hook: JL]
I don’t even need the lights on
You can get it from the Don P, I daze you like a whippit
You niggas been having it easy for the past 6 years
My position is give ’em a hell of an addiction
Fuck it, I’m Joey Andretti
Then she swallow me, nigga
Molly, when Nina shit hits her body Nigga I’m Mr.
See the team strong, I been chopping and talking with Nina, he told me I’m ready
Coolie Baby, I been rocking with the nigga, hella tatted with the ice on
I’m infecting the industry first, ain’t nobody safe from me
Have you bouncing through the roof, catch a groove if you with it
So you just caught a glimpse and you low-key high as a bitch

[Pre-hook: JL]
If you ain’t ever heard of Coolie, you bout to get the connection

I alleviate what antidotes heal and aging what’s stressing
Fella mixed it with liquor prolly
I got verses that could put everybody in a hearse so I feel I deserve it
That’s dope nigga
Cook ’em like it’s smack is what they slappin’ when they get the urge
So take a few deep breaths while I inject infectious rhythm in your system
Bank on a nigga being mine, goin’ back and forth like it’s ping-pong
Pop it then the check the purity side effects of it fatal
It takes her and gets her naughty
I don’t really know which one is better of the three
Mozzarella and the provolone et-cetera
That’s dope nigga
That’s a cold piece of work
When I quit, man, I quit for a lifetime
Mr. Molly said he might be attending, bitch get excited!

They know my flow is the yola
They know my flow is the yola

[Pre-hook: JL]
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
You digging a ditch for yourself if you step to the kid, give a fuck about wealth
It’ll hit you different depending on what we pay you
Or my music like a perc
Now you know that when you blow niggas wanna know what they pay you
[Verse 4: Joey Cool]
I might throw a fucking party next Friday, you’re all invited
[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
All the drugs, drugs, I got all the plugs
I’m only 19 but be warned
That’s dope nigga
They know my flow is the yola

Lil Yachty – Most Wanted

[Chorus]

Treat the stock of my Uzi as light as a feather
Your main ho, my gang ho
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)
I got 2, 3 cell phones (yeah), ring, ring
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)

I gotta slow down, yeah
I can’t do (no), I can’t choose (no)
All this drink gon’ turn a nigga to the Michelin Man (no)
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Fuck that shit, I’m pourin’ up now (yeah)
[Chorus]
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (Lil Boat)
Lil Boat
Said I’m back and I’m better (yeah)
From the East to the West
Fired up (ooh), lay it up (ooh)
The same ho, she switched clothes
Damn, baby girl look so fine in that crop top (fine)
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest, like…
From the East to the West (to the West)
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
From the East to the West (yeah)
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat

All my fans the best (they are), all my bitches the baddest, like (yeah)
Lil Boat
Diamonds keep me cooler than a ceilin’ fan (oh)
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
From the East (yeah)
Take a pint on the jet, yeah that’s contraband (oh)

[Chorus]
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
‘Cause I fucked her in a Range Rove (fuck, fuck)
Know I look good ’cause my bitch pussy wetter (yeah)
Like skrrt in a drop top (skrrt)

What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest
I don’t understand (no)
And the beam got me shootin’ like Kareem
[Intro]
And my new choppa hold a hundred rounds (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
I’m so happy, I can’t remember the last time I had to fake a smile, yeah
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
I’m gettin’ money, I’m gettin’ all the blues (yeah)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
[Verse 2]
[Outro]
Pick it up, "Who is it?" It’s your main ho (brrt)
Why my name always in your mouth just like Pop Rocks? (yeah)

Ah, ahhh, ah
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (yeah)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)
[Verse 1]

Luigi 21 Plus – No Sabe Mentir (feat. J Alvarez)

oh ohh… Dice que su novio la puede descubrir
De que perfume era ese
Let’s go
Luigi 21 Plus
Porque ella no sabe mentir

Se acomoda el brasier, y se arregla el pelo
Ella esta confusa
Ella me dijo
Fran Fusion
Tranquila mai el no se va enterar
También le pelea
Dice que su novio la puede descubrir
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo… oh ohh…
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo… oh ohh…
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo…
Me dice que tal vez, que si soltera fuera
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo, oh ohh…
On Top Of The World
La cosa totalmente diferente fuera (Woo)
Yo le dije no te lo hagas baby se ve brutal
Trato de besarla, pero no se deja (Hey)
Prendí el phillie y el tema se lo cambie
Ey yo
Le ofrezco marihuana, y se me queda mirando (Que paso)
Pero es que…
Otro trago, y más coqueteo
Que es natural
Me dice que no, pero no se aleja
Dice que su novio la puede descubrir
Yeah
Luigi 21 Plus
Le ofrezco un trago, y me sigue hablando
Ella esta confusa
Si después que te lo meta, yo no te vuelvo hablar

(Oye)
Ey Montana The Producer baby
No lo conozco y ya le estoy cogiendo odio (Oye)
Porque ella no sabe mentir
oh ohh…
Tu sabe’
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo,
Me dijo Que siempre quiso ser doble D
Y le pregunte
Aja Ey Aja
Tiene miedo que su novio se entere
Ella me dijo
Me dijo (What)
Su novio la cela
Que no puede tener na’ conmigo,
Porque ella no sabe mentir
Su novio la cela
Dice que su novio la puede descubrir (Aja)
Que cual cirujano era ese
El Bokisucio
El del lo nuevo del mundo baby
Ella me dijo
Se ríe, y me sigue contando
Porque ella no sabe mentir
Yo sé que ella quiere pero no se atreve
J Alvarez El Dueño Del Sistema
Que se operó en RD (Okay)
Ella me dijo
Hey Dice que tiene novio, pero me sigue hablando (Aja)
Dice que su novio la puede descubrir
(Wow)
Pero es que…
También le pelea
oh ohh…
Que quiere mucho a su novio, y a mí que
Porque ella no sabe mentir
Jaja…
Los inmortales mami
Porque ella no sabe mentir
Ella me dijo
Y le pregunte (Oye)
La Fama Que Camina
Y vuelve a mencionar a su novio (No)
Y que el culo no se lo ha hecho
Ella me dijo
Dice que su novio la puede descubrir

Milena Plavsic – Casu Mi Tugom Nalijte (Live)

Casom mi tugom nalijte
a tebe nema na prozor otvoren stoj
ti vise nisi moj
ti vise nisi moj
a tebe nema da vidim osmeh tvoj
Casom mi tugom nalijte
od ove noci nek znaju svi
od ove noci nek znaju svi
od ove noci nek znaju svi
da nema nema vise ljubavi
ja sam jos sama dok jutro donosi sjaj

Budi se jutro al mi ne dolazi san
Vece je tiho, ceka te postavljen sto
staro vino, uvek si volio to
[Ref.]

duso mi bolom opijte
Casom mi tugom nalijte
[Ref.]
duso mi bolom opijte

ja sam jos budna drugi su zaspali svi
[Ref.]
i vidi zvezda pade iz gnjezda

mozda je dosao kraj
a srce cuti kao da sluti
da nema nema vise ljubavi

Ponoc je stigla nisi jos dosao ti
da nema nema vise ljubavi
duso mi bolom opijte
lagano pada sva moja nada
tebe jos nema novi je stigao dan

Crni i Djani – Sve Su Zene Iste

propao sam druže
Sve su žene iste
Ne ide mi ništa
svaka voli muško srce
kada krvari
ostavljeni druže
kad bi mogle
konobaru daj nam duplo
Sve su žene iste
i loše i dobre
u poslednje vrijeme
živ nam bio
Dušu sam joj dao
sudbine smo iste

Sve su žene iste
uzele bi dušu nama
i loše i dobre
uzele bi dušu nama
živ nam bio
zbog te lepe žene
i loše i dobre

uzele bi dušu nama
svaka voli muško srce

[Refren] x2

Patio sam i ja
u srcu je krio

konobaru daj još jednu
ona meni suze
Sve su žene iste prijatelju stari

kada krvari
Sve su žene iste

i loše i dobre

Sve su žene iste prijatelju stari
kad bi mogle
kad bi mogle
uzele bi dušu nama
Voleo sam i ja
kad bi mogle
zbog žena i pio

[Refren]

HAIM – Oh Well (At T In The Park) (Live)

But don’t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
But don’t ask me what I think of you

I can’t sing, I ain’t pretty and my legs are thin
I might not give the answer that you want me to"
Oh well

Oh well
Now, when I talked to God I knew he’d understand

I can’t help about the shape I’m in
He said, "Stick by my side and I’ll be your guiding hand

LeAnn Rimes – How Do I Live

How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?
And I, baby, I don’t know what I would do
I’d be lost if I lost you, if you ever leave
And tell me now
What kind of life would that be?
Baby, don’t you know that you’re everything good in my life?
How do I ever, ever survive?
If I had to live without you
And tell me now

How do I breathe without you if you ever go?
Without you there’d be no sun in my sky

Baby you would take away everything good in my life
How do I breathe without you if you ever go?
Baby, you would take away everything, I need you with me
There’d be no world left for me
There would be no love in my life

Please, tell me, baby
How do I live?
How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I get through one night without you?

Oh, I, I need you in my arms, need you to hold
How do I live without you, baby?

I want to know How do I live without you?
You’re my world, my heart, my soul and if you ever leave
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I live without you?
How do I breathe without you if you ever go
How do I go on if you ever leave?

How do I live without you? I want to know
Baby, you would take away everything real in my life
How do I live without you? I want to know
How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?

And tell me now

Ricky Martin – Shake Your Bon-Bon

shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.
Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.
shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.
Don’t say no, no.
You’re my temple of desire.

Don’t say no, no.
We’ll go around the world in a day.
I wanna be your lover, your only latin lover.
We’ll go around the world in a day.
I see your silhouette.
Shake it my way, oh shake your bon-bon,
Are you my Juliet?

[CHORUS:]
Shake it my way, oh shake your bon-bon,
Don’t say no, no.
I’m a desperado underneath your window.
Shake it my way, oh shake your bon-bon,

I feel a mad connection with your body.
Up in the Himalayas, c’mon I wanna lay ya.
You’re my temple of desire.
[CHORUS:]
Hola Amiga, hola Amiga.
shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.
Don’t say no, no.
We’ll go around the world in a day.
Shake it my way, oh shake your bon-bon,
In the Sahara sun I wanna be the one that’s gonna come and take you,

shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.
Hola Amiga, hola Amiga.
You’re a Mata Hari.
make you shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon.
I wanna know your story.
We’ll go around the world in a day.

Richard Marx – Now & Forever

Now and forever, I will be your man
Until the day the ocean doesn’t touch the sand
Too caught up in me to see
Now I can rest my worries and always be sure
From the battles that rage in my head
Sometimes I just hold you

All this time
Whenever I’m weary
Now and forever, I will be your man

You make sense of madness
I’m holding a fortune
That heaven has given to me
If I’d only known you were there all the time
I lose my way but still you seem to understand
When my sanity hangs by a thread

Now and forever, I will be your man
I’ll try to show you each and every way I can
That I won’t be alone anymore
Now and forever, I will be your man

Jewel – Foolish Games

Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You’re always the mysterious one with
You’re always crazy like that.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
And I watched from my window,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You’re breaking my heart.
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean

[Chorus]
In case you failed to see,
[Chorus]
Well in case you failed to notice,
Well, excuse me, guess I’ve mistaken you for somebody else,
Somewhere along the line I must’ve gone off track with you

Somebody who gave a damn,

So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
You loved Mozart and you’d speak of your loved ones
Stood in the rain,
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
This is me down on my knees, and…
You’d teach me of honest things
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
But too cool to care.
Somebody more like myself.

And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You took your coat off,
You’re always crazy like that.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
You’re always brilliant in the morning,
Besides some comment on the weather.
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
Things that were daring, things that were clean
You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You were fashionably sensitive

Snoop Dogg – 220 (feat. Goldie Loc)

(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
We in this bitch You in this? Doin’ this, who in this?
Drinkin’ on this Miller Genuine Draft
[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
And wait for all the bitches at Poly to get outta class
See I’m a dub motherfucker and all y’all know
Know look, let me reminisce, and twist a fuckin’ blunt to spark
501’s with the Stacy Adams tips
[Intro]
For real though, king of the hill though
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
What up cuh

(Me and my, me and my niggas)
It’s hood day today cuh
220 on the boat, here’s a toast to my folks
Ra, ra, rollin’, rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
[Chorus]
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
‘Cause I’m out gettin’ money when I’m rockin’ the mic
I’m shootin’ like I just started
We gon’ fuck with the homies two times then
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
Fuck with my locs
And said, "We gotta do this for the big 2-O", you know
Let’s slap some dominos, and crack some bitches, cuz
But I’ma walk up in this motherfucker cold-hearted
220 get dressed up, jumped on a boat

(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’

(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
I’m poppin’ at ’em from a distant, but I’m persistent
Feelin’ real good, ye know I’m sayin’?
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
15s rumblin’, carvin’ up the concrete
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
I know you niggas don’t see me as much as you’d like
Shit, my nigga
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
Now I’m feelin’ work, yellow Steeler shirt
Breakin’ the bread
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
Then go to [?] and ball out for any black ass
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah cuh
Represent your shit and bang out your street
Shit, the homies gettin’ together cuh
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
With the bumblebees, real east-side G’s
Shottin’ hoops with Charlie Mo and [?]
Right your set with the feet, skip along to the beat
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
So if you’re with it, let’s get it 432-O, come on
I got put on, ’84 at King Park
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
In a minute cuh
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]

Doggie Dogg scooped a nigga up a long time ago
Meditatin’, contemplatin’ the way we grind on em’
Popped up on them blocks, [?]
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
Wish the dead homeboys was seein’ this shit
See I’m a dub motherfucker, and all y’all know
Yeah, what’s y’all gon’ do cuh?
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
This one goes out to goats, cuh, 20 crip for life
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
Catch me yellin’ out (what?) Trick, I been the dub
Where them homies , hit him and tell him let’s parlae
Alright I’ll be dressed in ’round 20 mins then cuh
It’s a C-Walk contest, who do it the best?
[Outro]
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
Neither, none, best 20 minutes or less
This a hood day, nigga what a good day
Run up on a nigga, you get popped like a pill yo
Never outta [?] with I keep the line open
Never ever will I switch up
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
My colors black and gold, all the homies throw your dubs up
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
I’m a long way from Locus Ave, my locas have
I got my ‘do dirt’ locs on, you better leave them gloves alone
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
Let me know the location
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
Happy 220 day to you my nigga
Big beefin’ always told me always keep my crippin’ tight
So if you’re with it, let’s get it 432-O, come on
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
Been there with me through the good and bad

Picture a room full of Long Beach 20 Crips
It’s a holiday, Crip, I’ma fuck with my locs
Get dressed, so fresh, big S on my chest
I go back like G-Man and SA double G, yeah
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
[Chorus]
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
That’s some 20 crip shit
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
I’m just shittin’ out here my nigga, know what I’m sayin’?