K Camp – LV (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
They say they want Camp back
Like I went somewhere or something

[Verse 1]
I’m the boy but you knew it
Fuck what you thought
Kick that game to you niggas
I spit propane to you bitches
I go insane for these riches
Bought me a chain off these benjis
Stay in your lane, I’m not friendly
Just bought my bitch a new Bentley
I got to deal with so many, I like my hoes in they 20’s
I might just fuck off her Remy, fill up my cup with that Henny
Might make you mine, please don’t tempt me
No new friends, don’t need any
Just might go Blanco like Benny
One time for my nigga Kenny
I’m so cold, free my niggas down the road
I’mma ball on you hoes
Never fall for the code, I would never sell my soul
I’d rather sell a bitch
Fuck you niggas, I’m rich
Champagne and Louis V, I’m taking my pick

[Hook]
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that
Walk into the bank door
Seen that, flipped that
I can’t trust no lame ho
Seen that, did that

[Verse 2]
I’m in LA in that black truck
Feeling like the president
Windows down, vibing
Please don’t take me out my element
Only thing changed ’bout a nigga is the residence
Fuck you lame hoes, I ain’t buying if you selling it
Stop playing games nigga, I ain’t got no time for it
I feel like just spoiling her, I might buy her Tom Ford
I can see that money with my eyes closed, blindfold
You can say whatever motherfucker, yeah I grind for it
I ain’t cutting no slack, promise I won’t go back
These niggas ain’t playing fair, pretty sure you know that
Camp what’s that you smoking nigga? I call this the gold pack
Walk inside of Louis, bought the whole rack

[Hook]
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that
Walk into the bank door
Seen that, flipped that
I can’t trust no lame ho
Seen that, did that

[Outro]
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that

Meek Mill – On The Regular

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 1]
I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea, yea
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea, yea
I’m out here lookin’ like Meech, flooded the Patek Philippe, yea, yea
Bookies all up in the piece, we got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
We get your chain and its one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
I hit your main and your side piece
That’s on the low but I’m on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain’t never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I’m the boss now
Came back on them game 7, trap niggas got the ball now
[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 2]
Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
I’m getting money etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and its federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine yea
Bad bitch hella fine woah
She don’t fuck never mind no
I’ma get at her another time
I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides when we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke nigga
You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin’ out of time

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

JAHKOY – California Heaven

[Intro: Rico Love]
Turn the lights on

[Verse 1: JAHKOY]
Seems like all these girls are perfect
All these girls are perfect
In LA, in LA
They’ve got so much there to purchase
All those labels on their purses
In LA, in LA
[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Yao
Blank face, amazing grace
God damn girl, Got Got Got Damn girl
Use your angel wings, no hands girl
I’m the man from the land girl
Go ham in the lab girl
You know skrt skrt
Lift your skirt skirt
Give me work work
Thats missionary like church church
Legs open like pearly gates in a Thug mansion
Get a thug passion
Without Alize
Bow down to pray
I burn an ounce a day
Puff puff pass
No rosaries like Catholics
Might cop the rolls, just to crash it
You could rock the rollie while I hit it
Hey you could rock the rollie while I hit it
Yeah school boy in a new toy
With a new toy, a whole down fig
You was looking for heaven and you found it
You was looking for heaven and you found it

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

[Verse 3: JAHKOY]
Man they party on the week days (count it)
Party on the week days (count it, count it, count it, count it)
In LA, in LA
I swear they know all the DJs
Walk in the club and don’t pay
Man they must be so paid
Okay, in LA
They poppin in LA

[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california

They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

Jerreau – Make A Play (M.A.P) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 1]
I had to run up the score, I had to get back
I had to run up the floor, I had to hustle
I had to stop fucking with ya’ll, I had to mature (yeah)
I had to start saving some more
So I had to start making some more
You don’t know how I did it cause I did it with out ya’ll
You wasn’t there no you wasn’t involved
Oh God, help me get this off
One of one, I’m good with those odds
And I ain’t taking nothing back from ya’ll
Don’t send no drinks we’ll send them back
And don’t send no shots, its the same with that
I was down bad, now I’m up, no missed lay ups
For 200 Ms, I might have to D Rose the knee up
Euro step to the bank, travel like I need a Beamer
All my niggas believers (yeah)
I don’t need no more people (no)
PJ Rose in the VIP with my feet up, in my Adidas

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 2]
Lights on just to front, I’mma pull up, hop out
Imma do my own stunts, Imma do how I want
First they love you then hate you, then they love you again
The same ones burning your jersey the same ones cheering again
But fuck it
Let em all in, invite em all in
Hop in that Benz, hop out of that Benz
Call all of your friends, tell all of your friends
We in Vegas at Wynn, she came through for the win
She pulled up for the win, on some game winning shit
This where it begins, this where it all ends
On some I started this shit, I’m gon’ finish this shit
And I’m not for the play, I’m in street clothes today
Study all of my tapes, then I’m back in the gym
I’m back on they heals, I’m back in LA
Shit I’m back in the hills, hit shorty like I need to score on this break
Thought I wanted a deal, I signed my deal, then got out of my deal
Free agent, for real but we did it for real
Shoutout all the niggas that all got me here, at least it was real
And that’s how I feel, now it’s a new feel

[Hook] x 2
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

Jerreau – Champagne (Ohh Baby) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Intro: Jerreau]

Yea
That’s just the shit that we do
Just the shit that we do
Is you wit it, is you wit it or not?
Uh
Probably not
[Verse 1: Jerreau]

One of my niggas got Beamer
Damn, all of my niggas Benz
I still need me a new Beamer, E30 stunt wit my friends
Let it all work out I’m a flex, I ain’t been in no body’s gym
I live and work in myspace
When you gon come out and play? What neighborhood kids say
You should see where I stay
You should come to LA
She need to see how I live, you should just pull up and chill
Really be keeping it real
Best secret, I never tell
I need to make me some dough
Pay me for all my ideas, to the order of Bankreau
That MF, with the shits – he really is (un)
Art on my walls
I need work on call
Need you to tell me you love me and show and all
I need consenting adults, who’s up when I call
Who know why I called and down for the cause (uh)
I know you know why I called
Need cause on my walls, floating stair cases and all
In door, out door living space – floor to ceiling windows
Need private estates. My very own Xscape (escape)
Sing to me ‘who can I run to’ tell me it be ok (un)
Stack for a Wraith, save for a rainy day
But that’s far and few between, now that I’m out in LA
Look, this shit is Summer league, I need bottles to pop
I need curfew, I never make it home before dark

[Hook: Jerreau]

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch
We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Is you wit it or not?
Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

[Verse 2: Jerreau]

Nah, we don’t go out like we did before
We take the music, women and drinks, where ever we go
AirBnb a house, check cell phones at the doe’
Cause they can’t live in the moment, shit you know how that go
They be textin’ me and shit but we don’t kick it no mo’
You never know who she really is ’till you say no
Younce like, I ain’t never said yes
Janet, that’s just the way love goes
Yo
Got groupies in a Uber lapped up, they can get it too
Her friends don’t even know that I rap, they just think I’m cool
Cool, till they start blockin’ on you
She sober, and an adult, shit let her choose
One won’t do, two is not enough
Win by two, that’s old school (un)
This new school, like when your family moved (un)
I had her at the crib like after school
Then she came first like after you (un)
Ended up at 1Oak after Avenue
I came a long way from Livingston Avenue
Music ain’t the half that I do
I do the math then go in half with you
Yea, look
Can’t wait on no nigga, that’s how you get left behind
Why wait? When you the one that gave these niggas a ride
Fully loaded AP, it’s almost that time
Runnin’ for Rolex president, take time
I look around at all these women, think it’ll be fine
I left the crib, moved west
Three hours behind, till ahead of you niggas
Some days I don’t want to rhyme
Damn, I got to get what’s mine
I don’t my niggas, there’s some shit that you just got to do
And I did some shit that I ain’t want to do
About to link up with my niggas how I always do
Get vittles, tear the block up and get respect – ain’t much to do

[Hook: Jerreau]

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch
We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Is you wit it or not?
Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

[Verse 3: Jerreau]

Crew with your mouth closed, they will steal your food
They will take your culture, then sale it right back to you
Then shoot you
You got to pay funeral cost too
I’m brawny and brute and I stand 7’2
How I ball, there’s no substitute
Student and the teacher too
Never How You Plan, just the shit that we do

Roy Wood$ – Just Like That Part II letras

[Intro]
Like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh

[Verse 1]
Pull up with a star, LA in the dark
Come with your girlfriends, roll with a real nigga
Hennessy and loud, Cali Kush and woods
Shawty just a lil thick, don’t play round with the south side

[Bridge]
I can’t find no one else who’s real as this
Sugar came sweet last year, love can get you killed
Oh let’s leave the 6 and far out in your ends
And you want to leave your friends, for a Southside nigga again

[Hook]
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh

[Verse 2]
She does it all fast, her bags never last
So she’ll come ask me, for a bump and a drive
I’m smoking [?] with the hash, she was around for the last
Excuse to the restroom, [?]

[Bridge]
I can’t find no one else who’s real as this
Sugar came sweet last year, love can get you killed
Oh let’s leave the 6 and far out in your ends
And you want to leave your friends, for a Southside nigga again

[Hook]
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh

[Verse 3]
Smokin’ weed, girl I’ll lick you from your knees
Don’t be shy to ask for me, girl [?] sober
I’m the only one up front always willing to stay fly
We’re the only ones outside, my high always reach the skies
I hope nothing here goes wrong

[Bridge]
I can’t find no one else who’s real as this
Sugar came sweet last year, love can get you killed
Oh let’s leave the 6 and far out in your ends
And you want to leave your friends, for a Southside nigga again

[Hook]
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh

Far East Movement – Don’t Speak

[Verse 1: Tiffany]
You’re playing shy
Don’t think that I don’t wanna be
Treading around you carefully
I don’t play games
I don’t play
Don’t care to know your name
I just want you for tonight
I wanna dance
All night in LA, I’ll make your advance
We run like it’s payday
There’s crazy tension in the air
Think we should start a love affair

[Bridge: Tiffany]
Breathe don’t speak
Why don’t you come and dance with me
Get weak
The beat will leave you lost, just screamin’ (oh-oh)
Someone help me (oh-oh)
The people help me scream it
Breathe don’t speak
Why don’t you come and dance with me
Get weak
The beat will leave you lost, just screamin’ (oh-oh)
Someone help me (oh-oh)
Someone help me
[Chorus: Tiffany]
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
People leave us screamin’
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
People leave us screamin’

[Verse 2: Tiffany]
I’m alive
This love is bound to last past five
We won’t get out until the night
I wanna play
Tonight ain’t over yet
Don’t know your name
Ain’t nothing to regret
I wanna dance
All night in LA, make your advance
We run like it’s payday
There’s crazy tension in the air
Think we should start a love affair

[Bridge: Tiffany]
Breathe don’t speak
Why don’t you come and dance with me
Get weak
The beat will leave you lost just screamin’ (oh-oh)
Someone help me (oh-oh)
The people help me scream it
Breathe don’t speak
Why don’t you come and dance with me
Get weak
The beat will leave you lost just screamin’ (oh-oh)
Someone help me (oh-oh)
Someone help me

[Chorus]
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
People leave it screamin’
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
People leave it screamin’
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me

[Outro]

Far East Movement – FBG$

[MIKNNA:]
Going out every weekend
Spending all of my money
Now that I’m alone
I ain’t got no time for lovin’
Ooh oooh I don’t know what to do with myself
Ooh oooh I don’t know what to do with myself
(Don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do)

Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

[Big K.R.I.T:]
I’m talking dolla dolla dolla dolla bill
She fuck for free, I tried to feed her
Bring that beer
I’m little drinking, that’s some shit I ain’t used to
But if they throw that pussy at you, what would you do?
I gotta knock it down like I do to K-Dot tho
I gotta flip it like Screens when I’m on fo’s
I told her get down and get down on the floor
The type of freak [?], you never know
We on that layer, tryna pair us
Force us on the slash
Owing to the lights [?]
[?] I whip it, so dramatic
Why dodging it, dance
Just beat it through the traffic
To get home and bust these bands on that ass
Big bang bro, we flexin’ it to the max
Money make her come, she don’t know how to end
If it ain’t fucking bitches that gettin’ straight through the wealth
Shawty, I don’t know what to do with myself

[Chorus: MIKNNA]
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

[Far East Movement:]
Living on airplane mode
Never wanna change with my LA flow
Different shoes different legs through the valet doors
Put you on the payroll not your everyday hoes
Private with the pimpin keep it tinted Benzo
Fuck bitches, get riches be the fuckin M.O.
Cause I innovate, I don’t play with imitate dough
Stay cuttin’ mad fishes up Hattori Hanzo

Flippin’ scales, sippin’ pales
Robbin bad bitches blind, watch me fingerbang in Braille
Pin the tails, yo I never fail
Gimme one night wit the fatty, kill the kitty, then I wish it well
Playa by the code, feed ’em thru the nose
White bitches diggin’ like an interview in Vogue
Frosted wit’ the cinnamon, I’m fuckin’ witcha both
4 queens wit’ the king make a muthafucka fold

[MIKNNA:]
Going out every weekend
Spending all of my money
Now that I’m alone
I ain’t got no time for lovin’
Ooh oooh I don’t know what to do with myself
Ooh oooh I don’t know what to do with myself

Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

Dora & Dolly – Party With My Woes (Family Ties Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
That boy Cass

[Hook: Dolly]
Rollin’ deep is how we roll
Money, cars, they come and go
Fuckin’ bitches I don’t know
Glisten now on (?) Rolex
Let’s get stoned
Fuck it let’s get stoned, alright
Diamonds filled with lots of gold
Ear rings look like (?)
Representin’ what I know
Up until the sun come up
Let’s go
Party with my woes, alright

[Verse 1: Dolly]
Travellin’ around and fuckin’ blow
Bankroll so big it can’t even fold
Real life family’s all I know
Friends they here, they come and go
Mama told me I’m next to blow
God is to my heart for sure
Sittin’ back, watch my story unfold
Did that, wasn’t meant to fit in
Get that, I’m a self made twin
For some moves that I’m tryna make it happen
Kendra, that’s my only best friend
She with me wrong or right so I got her to the end
Meditate cause my mind’s steady fakin’
When the world on top and you got blessin’s
(?)
But I ain’t trippin’
I’m a roll ’em like a bowlin’ pin
Knock it down, stand up tall, do it all again
Head hard move solid (?)
Watch (?)
Graduated so don’t test my mental skill
Here you go, I bought you a meal
Eat cause that’s the only deal you’ll seal
That’s all you see me as, as a bill
And y’all supposed to be my family, tryna keep it trill
And I’m for real

[Hook: Dolly]
Rollin’ deep is how we roll
Money, cars, they come and go
Fuckin’ bitches I don’t know
Glisten now on (?) Rolex
Let’s get stoned
Fuck it let’s get stoned, alright
Diamonds filled with lots of gold
Ear rings look like (?)
Representin’ what I know
Up until the sun come up
Let’s go
Party with my woes, alright

[Verse 2: Dora]
All I do is party with my woes every night
I ain’t fuckin’ with these hoes, no-no
It’s a lot of he say she say that
And I ain’t with the shit cause I gotta get that
I want mine on top, better get back
Bitch came with my nigga, I’ma hit that
I ain’t playin’ with no ho, I’m tryna get that
I got the money comin’ in (?) back
I ain’t goin’ back and forth, no this and that
And I heard you lil niggas were playin’ with lil racks
You need to stop that
Mean while I’m in the Vette coupe with the top back
Rolls Royce shit, I run the cockpit
I got a house in LA
You cannot come where I stay, no
I’m far away, ay
You got to be in my shoes
You know the roles
It’s YSL to the death of me
You know the rules, rules
Kissin’ baby girl
You gonna lose

[Hook: Dolly]
Rollin’ deep is how we roll
Money, cars, they come and go
Fuckin’ bitches I don’t know
Glisten now on (?) Rolex
Let’s get stoned
Fuck it let’s get stoned, alright
Diamonds filled with lots of gold
Ear rings look like (?)
Representin’ what I know
Up until the sun come up
Let’s go
Party with my woes, alright

Rick Ross – Freaky Hoe (feat. Juicy J, Too Short & Big Krit) (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (Boss)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Freaky nigga so I fuck her in her mouth
Fuck her in the ass, then I’m fucking out
Fatboy a baller, yeah they know what’s up
Diamonds in her pussy when I fingerfuck
Rich niggas get a pass when we nut fast
Now the pussy be good with yo’ bum ass
Fucking all night, freaky bitch’ll jump off the shelf
She ask me to choke her, I keep my hands to myself
We fuck on the flo’, I’m rolling up dough
I lean to the side, she loving the stroke
Better and badder, she got wetter and wetter
Then she fucked all my niggas and I will never forget her

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (mhm)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (you know it)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (freaky ho)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (freaky ho)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (yeah)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
She do something strange for a piece of change
Swallow the whole thang and she don’t complain
I met her in the sto’, I was high and had the munchies
Shawty slid a whole banana down her throat like a monkey
Had to take her to the spot, and that ass like a donkey
You know dope dick turn a broke bitch into a junkie
You know dope dick turn a rich bitch into a fiend
Had to leave that bitch alone, she was drinking all my lean
Dripping lipstick slob on my $1000 jeans
I ain’t know she was this nasty, she not even gagging
Go and pop a molly, pop a perc, pop a xan
Then give me blue tooth, that’s that head with no hands

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (what?)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (what?)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (say what?)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
I fucked your main bitch and who she hang with
They call me Too $hort, fuck you fucking name bitch
Bad bitches like you, I just be freaking ’em
I hit it once or twice, then we never speak again
You remind me of a bitch I met years ago
You either look like your mama or you been it befo’
You got a Georgia Peach ass with a Miami face
LA swag with New York taste
Me and Luke we used to fuck ’em after shows
Now me and Rozay we fucking all the hoes
In the 3-o-5, where the bitches say “pay me”
And KOD, orange Tootsies going crazy
Yeah I fuck with Katie all the way to East Oakland
And when you with a boss mayne, you know we smoking
I’m looking for a bitch, that love to tell
Now pop that pussy girl and scrub the ground

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

Jose Guapo – Gimmicks (feat. Lil Yachty) (Osama Bin Guapo 2 Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Ferragamo on my garments that’s just how I’m livin’
In these streets it ain’t safe, I’m out here dodgin’ bullets
Nigga prayin’ am I down (?)
I had to pop a perc just to stay alert
I can’t fuck with none of these niggas cause these niggas shiesty
Nigga plottin’ on the (?) gang, we shootin’ ice
Yeah I’m swervin’ in the foreign that without no licences
I’m with Yachty mix that soda like we fuckin’ vikings
We in LA on some shit that we ain’t ever trap
I’m higher than a motherfucka and I ain’t gotta lie
I might put your hoe on molly and she might just cry
Flyer than a motherfucka, never wore a tie

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I don’t fuck with niggas cause these niggas shiesty
I don’t fuck with bitches cause these bitches pricey
If I was you, I’d be just like you, I wouldn’t like me
Stuntin’ soo damn hard make a pussy nigga wanna fight me, whoa
Guapo and Boat, stay heavy float
Keep every bitch on a scope, if he ain’t know, now he know, yeah
I ain’t talkin’ no disrespect from no nigga not a hoe nigga
Some of my niggas might shoot you out shit, that’s how it goes nigga
I stay on my own, meet not a nigga, I keep it alone
These niggas some clones, broke ass nigga keepin’ with the joans
Don’t call my phone, if you ain’t talkin’ money, speak after the tone
Top dog Al Capone, real diamond stones, oooh

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

Jose Guapo – Gimmicks (feat. Lil Yachty) letras

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Ferragamo on my garments that’s just how I’m livin’
In these streets it ain’t safe, I’m out here dodgin’ bullets
Nigga prayin’ am I down (?)
I had to pop a perc just to stay alert
I can’t fuck with none of these niggas cause these niggas shiesty
Nigga plottin’ on the (?) gang, we shootin’ ice
Yeah I’m swervin’ in the foreign that without no licences
I’m with Yachty mix that soda like we fuckin’ vikings
We in LA on some shit that we ain’t ever trap
I’m higher than a motherfucka and I ain’t gotta lie
I might put your hoe on molly and she might just cry
Flyer than a motherfucka, never wore a tie

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I don’t fuck with niggas cause these niggas shiesty
I don’t fuck with bitches cause these bitches pricey
If I was you, I’d be just like you, I wouldn’t like me
Stuntin’ soo damn hard make a pussy nigga wanna fight me, whoa
Guapo and Boat, stay heavy float
Keep every bitch on a scope, if he ain’t know, now he know, yeah
I ain’t talkin’ no disrespect from no nigga not a hoe nigga
Some of my niggas might shoot you out shit, that’s how it goes nigga
I stay on my own, meet not a nigga, I keep it alone
These niggas some clones, broke ass nigga keepin’ with the joans
Don’t call my phone, if you ain’t talkin’ money, speak after the tone
Top dog Al Capone, real diamond stones, oooh

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

Mike Posner – I Took A Pill In Ibiza (Seeb Remix) (Explicit) letras

[Verse 1]
I took a pill in Ibiza
To show Avicii I was cool
And when I finally got sober, felt 10 years older
But fuck it, it was something to do
I’m living out in LA
I drive a sports car just to prove
I’m a real big baller cause I made a million dollars
And I spend it on girls and shoes

[Chorus]
But you don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs
I-I know are sad songs
I-I know are sad songs
I-I know are sad songs
I-I know are sad songs

[Verse 2]
I’m just a singer who already blew his shot
I get along with old timers
Cause my name’s a reminder of a pop song people forgot
And I can’t keep a girl, no
Cause as soon as the sun comes up
I cut ’em all loose and work’s my excuse
But the truth is I can’t open up

[Chorus]
But you don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs

I-I know are sad songs
I-I know are sad songs
Sad songs
I-I know are sad songs
Sad songs
I-I know are sad songs

Mike Posner – I Took A Pill In Ibiza (Original) letras

[Verse 1]
I took a pill in Ibiza
To show Avicii I was cool
And when I finally got sober, felt 10 years older
But fuck it, it was something to do
I’m living out in LA
I drive a sports car just to prove
I’m a real big baller cause I made a million dollars
And I spend it on girls and shoes

[Chorus]
But you don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster
And be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs
[Verse 2]
I’m just a singer who already blew his shot
I get along with old timers
Cause my name’s a reminder of a pop song people forgot
And I can’t keep a girl, no
Cause as soon as the sun comes up
I cut ’em all loose and work’s my excuse
But the truth is I can’t open up

[Chorus]
Now you don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster
And be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs

[Verse 3]
I took a plane to my home town
I brought my pride and my guitar
All my friends are all gone but there’s manicured lawns
And the people still think I’m a star
I walked around downtown
I met some fans on Lafayette
They said tell us how to make it cause we’re getting real impatient
So I looked ’em in the eye and said

[Chorus]
You don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster
And be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs

Lil Durk – Glock Up letras

My boys play no games
Keep must, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these Balmains
2K cause we ballin’
Bad bitch keep callin’
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster, we pop up
Pussy boys ain’t old enough
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don’t try us, we glocked up
Homicide, I ain’t seen none’
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
See us, them boys can’t be us
Tweakers, why they be wifing eaters
E-Way, smoking, choking, coughing
Rollin’ up on that Keisha
Guns down, man I can’t leave ’em
Make sure that he don’t see us
Run off on me, I guarantee my boys’ll be to see him
64 hundred normal
Trap house be doin’ numbers
Hundred just don’t be stunting
You might make it through the summer
You ain’t eat cause you thuggin’
Two two three shells like suckers
She say she cannot fuck off a xanny, she need a oven
Arrogant motherfucker
Runnin’ off from the bubble
Felonies, I got double
See me, they know it’s trouble
Shootin’ shit, ain’t no scuffle
Vernie, that boy the muscle
I be sippin’ Actavis while them boys be sippin’ ‘Test
My boys play no games
Keep must, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these Balmains
2K cause we ballin’
Bad bitch keep callin’
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster, we pop up
Pussy boys ain’t old enough
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don’t try us, we glocked up
Homicide, I ain’t seen none’
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Rob who?
Just go and get a job cool
I’m three-double-O, that’s my tool
You snatch this chain out in LA, this chopper gon’ chop you
My bitch ass is A1, in love with her top too
Lil Buku will drop you
Leave your ass wet up, this chain I got is wet up
Don’t trust no hoes, they set up
It’s Louis V all over me, I swear I’m in a chess club
Streets gon’ miss Bankroll, for him I keep a bankroll
Hate skank hoes, and I never wear the same clothes
Designer, ain’t it ain’t too hard to find us
Got killers off in Atlanta, and I cop drink from the mana
Excuse, I ain’t got no manners
Excuse, I ain’t got no manners
My boys play no games
Keep must, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these Balmains
2K cause we ballin’
Bad bitch keep callin’
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster, we pop up
Pussy boys ain’t old enough
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don’t try us, we glocked up
Homicide, I ain’t seen none’
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug

Game – The Juice (1992 Album) letras

[Hook]
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the

[Verse 1]
It been 10 years since you heard from niggas on the west side
Now we on the cover of the Vibe
A nigga shot me five times
I’m happy to be alive
And my mama told me
(You got the juice now baby)
My first album went 5 times plat
Looking for California, it was on my back
I was 23 when I had my first kid
And his mama told him when he came out
(You got the juice)
Like father, like son, uh
Top down, Mercedes throttle
Wrist looking like a nigga just played the lotto
I am to Compton what Ye is to Pablo
Run up on the car, just spray with hollows
I grew up in the six-trey Impala
Ain’t make the league but I made the dollars
Recording my demo, knew Dre will follow
Remember Eve told me
[Hook]
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby

[Verse 2]
Left the Unit and the world went cray
I blame it on the California mind state
Too much weed, weather, women, chronic seeds, ass, titties
Can a nigga pour his Henny
Without niggas acting fake in his motherfucking face one time
‘Fore I pull the .40 up out the waist line
I’m the first Compton nigga Dr. Dre signed
And Mary J told me at baseline
(You got the juice now baby)
Then my second album went plat too
And it was thug life with this Eazy tattoo
But I never forgot where I came from
Or where I got my name from
My grandma told me
(You got the juice now baby)
And here’s something I can’t forget
My mama brought a nigga up on that LA gangster shit
Your boy ain’t never gonna change mama
Here’s some change mama and a Range mama
She looked back and said

[Hook]
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby

[Outro]
So much pressure applied
All this pressure applied
Pray, this pressure applied to our lives
Feels like we gon’ bust, feels like we gon’ bust
Over gestures you die
Ain’t no question that I’m tryna make it out alive
But sometimes
Feels like I’m gon’ bust, feels like I’m gon’ bust
Feels like I’m gon’ bust, yeah, feels like I’m gon’ bust, oh
So much pressure applied
All this pressure, I’m fly
Greatest pressure, applied to our lives
We gon’ bust, gon’ bust

Kid Ink – Die In It letras

[Verse 1]
I came in with my level up
Watch them bitches kept that 4 page level up
Feeling like MJ with the glitter glove
Pimp slap a nigga wit a misses in the buff
Same city, I’m an LA citizen
With the bad bitches and that sticky-icky cinnabon
All I’m rollin’, they follow Mozes
You got the wave, I split the ocean
Smell the roses, pop the rosé with my potion
Baby chill, take a pill here’s a dosage
She just want a picture for the poster
And I’m posing like I’m praying at the photo doesn’t focus
Yeah, yeah, Dita frames, kill the glass
Say you shine, I don’t see it
Keep tryin’, no design like me though
Know that I’m the coolest nigga since Sub-Zero
I just need a..

[Hook]
Pool full of money, I’ma dive in it
I’m just tryna eat, no diet in it
Get her wet, then I dive in it
Pussy so good, I would die in it

[Verse 2]
All black widow maker
And a trunk in the back like a Winnebago
Wake up in the mornin’ and I lie in it
Turn around and I hit it like a lineman
Do the Heisman, all up in your hymen
Sippin’ on Tequilla sun rise with the lime in
I’m gettin’ high, but it’s lowerin’ my eye lids
Still see you niggas, I don’t know just what the hype is
Say you run the game, look more like a stroller, troller
What you gon’ do, what you doin’
Me and my dogs through the door like some Doberman
Stay inside your lane like bowling, you bogus
I need my way, young Carlito
This feelin’ Al Pacino in Moschino
And the marina my Emmy: Iggy Marino
Look how we pass the reefer
I just need a…

[Hook]
Pool full of money, I’ma dive in it
I’m just tryna eat, no diet in it
Get her wet, then I dive in it
Pussy so good, I would die in it

[Outro]
Okay, yeah, it’s Kid Ink
Aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah
I see them lookin’ through my side eye
They just sittin’ on the sideline
I stand up and throw my sign at them
Alumni I’ma die with them

Lil Durk – Perky’s Calling Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, I’m back on that ’07 shit, ya hear me
I think I’m the only nigga that can turn ops to fans, ya hear me
Free 9

[Verse]
Me and Nuski swagged up in grad school
Remember when the homicide grabbed you
Boogieman had trap like a drive thru
The coke is goin’ quick like it’s fast food
Booka told me D-rose lost his 9-1
Appeal money for them killas when that time come
Sneak dissin’ wit these goofys, niggas dyin’ for ’em
One call I’ll make my TV it’ll slide up
I press 1JB ’cause Zoo was callin’
I press 7 ’cause these goofys callin’ (Lets get It)
I fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping (Ain’t Nun)
Fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping
I beat my case I keep my pistol on me (Lets Get It ! Ls)
This nigga ‘pose to been my man but he was snitchin’ on me
And everytime he came around I was grippin on it
Like fuck yo life I won’t think twice and I’ll blink you homie
We turn your address to a bitchuary
I just took couple of yo homies to a cemetery (Lets get It)
And you know we did it you ain’t did none (Bitch)
DD in the jam and he ain’t said nothin’
Can’t name a fucking nigga that I ran from
Just made 60 thousand off a Samsung
Just put a couple bodies on my damn gun
And we carry draco’s like they hand guns
Bitches wanna glo wanna be famous
Cummed inside her mouth I make her taste dick (Eater)
Them skinny bitches whine I make em take dick
Might fuck her in the butt so she can stay thick
I lost my niggas to this shit that’s why I’m solo homie gang)
Uptown Miami hood and I was dolo homie
The streets will pull you back and forth like yo-yo homie
Like we ain’t kill your mans and I don’t know your homie
I can hear Nuski calling
I can hear Yuyu calling (Chino)
I can hear LA calling
Yea I can hear Pluto calling
I can hear Irish calling
I can hear J Money calling
And I can hear O calling
Yea I can hear Mo calling
I was staying in Chicago cause I had to (Lets Get It! Ls)
Probation for my pistol it was bad news
All these niggas tried to diss me cause they had to (Gang)
Even if I was with my kids, know I had to
I got better fans I got better thoughts
Like shout out to them killas who was never caught
Niggas screaming gang gang yea they hella soft
I seen that shit happened thats a gimmick nigga (Fraud)
A hunnid for my jewelry for my image nigga (Lets get It)
In the field with my killas playing scrimmage nigga
That Timmy Turner won’t none to my Timmy nigga
Tim-Tim gave a fifty in the city nigga
Nigga off Tremain I used to hang wit (Bitch)
Now they want me dead on some fame shit (Bitch)
Or they want some people thats the same shit
And they call them people that’s the same shit (Gang!)

GoldLink Featuring April George – Rough Soul Lyrics

(Intro)
Uh, uhm, uhm
Yeah

(Verse 1 – Goldlink)
Had to go to LA for the winter
Had to vibe out, Just caught a tour to the
Real ni**a talk slick to ya
Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her take her friends too
Telling Hollywood kinda weird
You don’t really like it but you gotta play the
Yeah met ya last June
By next June we will…and f**k now
Fell in love at the wrong time
Spent a night at my high rise
Or hit me late on my hotline
Telling me you miss my homies and your mama cry
Late night you’re my boo thing, yeah
You’re my…with the blue thing, yeah
All praise to the most high leader
Dipped off in the heels

(Chorus – April George)
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more

(Verse 2 – Goldlink)
Went back to the homeland
Had to tell the ni**as what I did in your hometown
Everybody know we probably woulda made it last
But there you go, started tripping never hit me back
Real ni**a went back to the pimping
Started getting groovy with the women I was hitting
Got a gold chain and a nose ring
And a new watch, no tick but I always been a thug
Black boy with a black fade, yeah
Got that when you did things
You was f**king and you did dirt too
We was talking but you never hit my phone booth
Moved up and I feel good s**t
Roll palm trees and I made a hand for ya
Billboards around the city with your face on it
But they ain’t never really know what you been through
Stay dancing where the hoes at, huh?
Why your homies gotta go down, huh?
I ain’t trip when I see you…dance at a show back in Feb
You trip but we don’t talk much
Girl you got me f**ked up
Real ni**a gotta get it when he f**ked up
Fake ni**as like a new man
Just a little side joint
Always been a side joint
Alright joint

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

Kid Ink – Lights Out Lyrics

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Young ni**a hang out the waters
Young ni**a hang out the run
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 1)
I might black out
I got that power packed in here like pack out
Got through security without no pat down
I tip 100 and then I tilt my head down
You see me, you should know who I got in the background
If they run it up, I just took my lap round
I just took my first one, but it’s not my last one
She told me to pass one, alley oop it, and one
I know just what you want
From that dress that you want
AC got you cold
And Hennessy get you on
Some of you ni**as ain’t high for the summer
Rest of the year, you out of discussion
My money talking, I’m up for discussing
She love when I thump it, I thump it, I thump it, I thump it
I put the key in ignition
You hear that bi**h humming
I hit the corner and pull up
You ain’t seen it coming

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 2)
We blacking out
Know we in the building and it’s packing out
All them old hoes give me action now
Hit it from the back until the track is out
I know where I’m going , you ain’t gotta map it out
Sitting on top of the hills, made it out the south
Central of LA, murder was the case
I got up out the hood, without a beat from Dre
No cosign and no verse from Snoop
Eminem ain’t here, treat all my ni**as like groupies
We beat the odds and I’m living proof
You told me that my dreams were lies, I’ll forgive you soon
Ask, I start to lose my hunger and then, I just remember
All of the hamburgers that I had for dinner
Ni**a, the game that we playing is not for beginners
I see you been trying to shine but everything getting dimmer

(Outro)
Lights out