Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
All in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, proving
There’s commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall but on the boarder
Pushing pen to the paper for peso
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference

Wiz Khalifa – Plane 4 U Lyrics

[Intro]
Hallo
Yeah I was trynna call and see what you was doing today and shit
Naw I ain’t busy
You the one the always got shit to do
Yeah yup
I know I always say that
But look I ain’t really got nothing to do later
And uhm, I was trynna see you if that’s cool
Yeah I just left the gym so
I’m gonna go to the crib and I’m come pick you up
Just listen for my car out front
Alright, I ain’t gon take too long
Where my keys at?
My bad

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh girl
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh girl

[Chorus]
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical

[Verse 1]
You know what I smoke
You know what I drive
You know where I stay
You frequently fly
We shop we buy
We don’t just be looking
We never be dry
I always supply it anytime you want
There ain’t no need to deny
You’re suppose to be in the sky
Some people think it’s a lie, but I don’t even know why
I put my weed in a cone
We smoking weed like a tribe
You smoking weed to get by
We smoking weed to survive
Smoking that medical

[Chorus]
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical

[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Yeaaheaa
This one goes out to all my patients and paitent-ettes
With that medical weed card yall
And I heard it’s legal in Nevada too
Recreation on Seattle
So if you got your ID
Make sure you show up to your local dispensary
And cop you some of that KK
And tell em I sent you
And to all the states that ain’t legalize it yet
Get on board man
We need the green
Make the world a better place
By putting the grass all in your face
Free the weed
Let everybody’s who’s locked up out of jail
And let all these patients get well
There ain’t nothing wrong with it
You was just raised to think it was bad
But now its time to change your mind
Open your eyes yall
Look around, everybody’s getting high

CHANCE THE RAPPER – Big B’s lyrics

Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”
Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

Playboi Carti – New Choppa (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
Actavis pouring up lean
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the beam
I shoot like a king
All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, out with the hoe like I’m Ike
Stack up my cash like a hike, take advantage of the Sprite
Take the bando bring the height
We just go hard in the kitchen
Had a catch up with my bitches, they know that young nigga be living

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
I roll up an L in the lobby, my partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks, keep a chopper chop you if you try me bitch
Let’s see who next on my homi’ list, Carti like Rocky you bodied this
That’s my prerogative, shit on them that’s on my potty list
Accused of being boujee by a snobby bitch
Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I’m special that’s obvious
Rich ’cause my ideas
Run up the racks for most part I rap when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as fuck, I’m a hundred up
Swipe, swipe like I’m on a bus, it’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

Natasha Bedingfield – Let Go

I have to keep reminding myself
I’m not like anyone else
That’s my face on my ID
That makes me VIP
No one exactly like this
No one with my finger prints
No one can touch you like me
No I can’t fake what you see

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
You start with little changes till you don’t know who you are
Surround yourself with friends who only call you Superstar
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Ready steady, ready let’s go!
But you don’t know who you are

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

All the things I held in my fist
If I don’t let go I don’t exist
They become the things that define me
How I look and the things to buy me
That’s not important anymore
I feel me rising off the floor
Light as a feather
I’m carefree
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
It seems to me that’s so heavy and weighs you down like lead
Don’t wanna be someone I hate cause that don’t make no sense, no

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
(Ready set, ready let’s go)

Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
I’m free as a spirit

Yung Simmie – Mr Green Thumb (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Intro]
Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green Thumb
Yuhhh

[Hook]
Bitch I’m from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed, Mr. Green Thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo’ fucking head bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green Thumb

[Verse]
I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

[Hook]
Bitch I’m from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed, Mr. Green Thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo’ fucking head bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green Thumb

Schoolboy Q – Dope Dealer (feat. E-40)

I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black
I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap
I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack
I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back
I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat
I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat
I use to fly around your city nigga no ID
I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy
We got F 57s and we savages, beasty
My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers
Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers
But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable
Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable
I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)
Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash
The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones
The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos
Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos
Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday
Get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low
Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go
Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’
We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled
You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips
Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip
I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came
They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame
I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope
The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow
We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep
I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

You heard what I mean, its your boy yeah its Smacc mane
Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean
We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man
You funky cock biatch

White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom
White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom

Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb

Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green thumb
Yuhhh

Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb Lyrics

{intro}
Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green thumb
Yuhhh

{hook}
Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb
{verse}
I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

{hook}
Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

DJ Mustard – Dope Boy (feat. Ot Genesis & Jeezy) (Cold Summer Album) letras

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Straight dope with homie, bought to do dirt
Got a plug with no money, can’t buy work
Just hit me a lick I need mine first
All this dope make my mother fucking eyes hurt
Got weed then I got to the fucking pills
Start messing with coke ’cause want a mil’
I remember when I won a million record deal
Now I’m in this bitch screaming fuck a record deal
Selling all these Os with my eyes closed
Ship it out with a mother fucking blindfold
Got a bitch to get the bread ’cause the bank playin’
Got a bitch to get the bread ’cause the bank playin’
Wish the police would come try me
Trapped out so I never got an ID
36 for 28, 16 for 30
Everything gotta go, bitch I’m in a hurry

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Got a flex in that yellow like a 64
My nigga say he want a dub that’s a 6 hoe
That’s when I have some cool water then I whip slow
That’s when I have some cool water then I whip slow
Fuck a bitch ya I’m in love with my scales
Fuck a Nemo tryna find these fish scales
Trying to wear the work out, we gon’ stress that
‘Til my daughter get the bread, he gon’ fetch that
Tell the water whipping nigga what I’m best at
If I’m in the court room I won’t confess that
Got a Benz outside but that’s a hot box
But we working, work it down, that’s a chop shop
Be riding from the city we finesse that
You better keep that Calico, might respect that
They gon’ be kicking down the door where you rest at
They be coming, get your birds, where your nest at?

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, run it up
Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga
Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count