Richie Stephens to be Honored by ASCAP For Rihanna’s “Work”


The American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) set to honour Richie Stephens on October 16th, in London, England.

ASCAP is the only American based association that protects the copyrights of songwriters, composers and music publishers by monitoring public performance of their music, whether it be live performance or via broadcast, and appropriately compensate them.

Richie Stephens is a successful Jamaican singer/ producer for over two decades; he was born and raised in Westmoreland. Stephens recorded his very first song in 1984 but did not hit stardom until the 1990’s . The reggae crooner was not only a Grammy Award winner but was also awarded the Jamaican Governor-General’s Achievement Award for contributing to civic, social and recreational projects in and around his birth parish.

Stephens will be given an American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) award for his contribution to Rihanna’s chart-topping single ‘Work’. ‘Work’, captured the song of the year and also sold the most digital copies for 2016. Stephens contributed the Sail Away ‘riddim’ on the Pot of Gold label to the hit, and was credited on the song as a co-writer.

In April, Stephens was awarded his first American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) Pop Music Awards in Hollywood. “I am so blessed to be honored in the United Stated and now to be recognized in England. It is a major accomplishment at this time in my career. I share this award with my fans globally and three members of the Ska Nation Band who will accompany me on the red carpet in London,” said Stephens

Some of Stephens most popular songs includes “Winner,” “Color of Love,” “Live your Life,” and “Reggae Evolution.”

To tune into the awarded video click on the link:

Amine – Spice Girl

Ah, yeah-yeah
Ah, woah
Ah, woah

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

Spice Girl, freaky lil mama
Said she on a diet so she only eat bananas
Always in your prime, other women don’t align
And when I’m off work then you know it’s bed time
So let’s go (hey), let’s hit the I-5
Get away from B.S., don’t waste no down time (hey)
I don’t ever like ’em boujee, that’s the type that wanna sue me
And when we get together, hit it like fever forever

I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

British girl (hey), got a show in London
Won’t you come around? Put you on the list, it’s nothin’
Say you gotta work ’cause you’re studyin’ for Masters
Yeah, these women fine but only on the camera (ooh)
They deceivin’, super thievin’
They fitness come and go like when they weave in
I never listen to the schemin’ type
I want the Sporty, Scary, Ginger spice

I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

My girl’s a Spice Girl
Her world is my world
And most of all she’s fine to me
And aligned with the infatuation I feel
I need a Spice Girl

Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)

[Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!

Skeme – Red Coupe (feat. London Jae)

[Hook: London Jae]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
I don’t need the brake shit
See i give the rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then i go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with chanel boots
That’s type of girl i can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
With the mimes
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don’t play with this plan
Because girl that’s a violation
Ain’t no time like the present baby
So what’s use of all that time wasting
VVS’s only shine crazy
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Outro: Skeme]
I just to had tell you something baby
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You didn’t knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit

Stronger now – Popcaan lyrics

Lyrics Popcaan – Stronger now

One go enuh
It real
God over devil enuh
Ghetto yute still
Stronger now yeah
Stronger now
Woyoiii.

A fight dem a fight
And a rise man a rise
Most time I gi give things
But man advertise
Bad news woman dem love televise
More time dem haffi wonder
If me vulcanize.

Cah man stronger now, stronger now
Unruly stronger now, stronger now
Notnice stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Unruly stronger nooow, stronger nooow.

We nuh give a f*ck weh di media say
We just listen weh di real a say
More time dem laugh just teeth deh deh
Dem nuh waan see you reach no weh
Me know people a try hard fi break me
Thats why me nuh trust dem lately
Stress pon mi brain, so much frustrate me
Man a foward from dumplin and gravy.

So, write me down inna you history book dem
Yow give me me Grammy and shook dem
Billions gone inna me book dem
From me see it inna me yute dem
Me see it inna me pipeline
God inna me corner
Greatness run inna mi family
From mi likke bit mi popular.

Cah man stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Weh dem a say? A fight dem a fight me?
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Me stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Me story, top story.

Dem, cyan forget the name Popcaan
Cyan forget the name Popcaan
Pon the Gaza block man born
Now we reach the top platform
Some a wonder how di f*ck that gwan
P***y, dem a underestimate badman
Right now mi colder than London
Nuh stop shake the hater dem madman.

Write me down inna you history book dem
Yow give me me Grammy and shook dem
Billions gone inna me book dem
From me see it inna me yute dem
Me see it inna me pipeline
God inna me corner
Versuri-lyrics.info
Greatness run inna mi family
From mi likke bit mi popular.

Cause badman stronger nooow
Top story
Unruly stronger nooow
Yeah man a one go enuh
Unnuh neva do
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Unruly, unruly, unruly, unruly
Stronger nooow, woyoi
We stronger nowww.
Popcaan lyrics
Video now

Rose Royce – Show Me lyrics

Ah yes baby you know
I have a Rolls Royce
A Mercedes Benz
And a yacht out in marina
Maybe we can take a trip
And you know

Just go out to the Bahamas
Or Paris, or London, you know
I know all the stars, baby
In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine
In fact, just the other day I was sayin’
Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime

You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
Oh you got to show me, show me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes

You know that you’re my only girl
If i could, i’ll give you the world
You said baby you just stick with me
And one day you’ll surely see
No more wastin’ my time

You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby, you got to make me see
You got to show me what you’re tellin’ me
You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away (get away boy)
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long, no
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
No more wastin’ my time
You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby you got to make me see
You got to show what you’re tellin’ me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby, show me baby
You got to show me boy
Show me baby, show me baby…

Leslie Bricusse – Jekyll And Hyde Concept Album – Facade lyrics

[ENSEMBLE]
If you live around here
You need cash in the bank
‘Cause the houses ’round here
Are all flashy and swank
An’ the front bit, ha
‘at’s what’s called a facade!

All the people ’round here
Are as posh as can be
You won’t seem hobnobbin’
With rubbish like me
It’s the snob bit
Also called a facade

Every day
People, in their own sweet way
Like to add a coat of paint
And be what they ain’t!

That’s how our little –
Game is played
Livin’ out their masquerade
Getting rich and getting laid
Who’d want to trade?

But there’s one thing I know
And I know it for sure:
This disease that we’ve got
Has got no ready cure!
And I’m certain
Life is terribly hard
When your life’s a facade!

Every night here one house
Or another is a funhouse
‘Cause there’s someone giving a party
As you see, sir!

This one here tonight
Is rather special, am I right?
It’s the betrothal of Sir Danver’s
Daughter, Lisa

Sir Danvers Carew is a good man
They call him the creme de la creme
Whatever that means
He’s a bloody sight better than them!

Nearly everyone you meet
When walking down a London street
Pretends to be a pillar of society

A model of propriety
Sobriety, and piety
Who’s never even heard of notoriety

The ladies an’ gents ‘ere before you
Which none of ’em ever admits
May have saintly looks
But they’re sinners an’ crooks!

Hypocrites!

If you live around here
You need lots of panache
If you live in down, dear
Then you must cut a dash
T’isn’t hard, dear
To create a facade

You must seem to be rich
And to have money to burn
Even though it’s a bitch
Spending more than you earn
That’s the game here
And the name is facade

One or two
Might look kinda well-to-do
But I bet you precious few
Have payed for their boots

I’m inclined to think –
Half mankind thinks the other
Half is blind
Wouldn’t be surprised to find
They’re all in cahoots

At the end of the day
They don’t mean what they say
They don’t say what they mean
They don’t ever come clean
And the answer
Is it’s all a facade

Call a walk promenade
Call a street boulevard
Grease your hair with pomade
You’ll be held in regard

And I betcha
If you stay on your guard (stay on your guard)
They’ll all say you’re a card
People love the facade (stay on your guard)
What’s behind the facade?

[JEKYLL]
Look behind the facade

Leslie Bricusse – Jekyll And Hyde Concept Album – The Engagement Party lyrics

[SIR DANVERS]
My dear Simon
You’re so gracious
To wish Lisa and Henry both well

[STRIDE]
Dear Sir Danvers
As you know, Sir
I wish Lisa the sun and the moon
But I have to confess that I wish Henry Jekyll in hell!

[UTTERSON]
(spoken) Henry, at last. What could possibly be more important than your own engagement party?

[JEKYLL]
John, I am close to a breakthrough discovery!
Something spectacular, something sublime!
Finally, a light in the darkness has come to me!
Now it is only a matter of time!

[DR HASTIE LANYON]
Henry Jekyll, you’re a devil
You have robbed us of London’s most lovely girl

[MR RICHARD ENFIELD]
I could turn to drink when I stop to think
Lisa’s marrying a doctor instead of an earl

[BOTH]
Poor girl!

[STRIDE ]
Doctor Jekyll, may I be the first to wish
You and your bride-to-be
Peace and prosperity?

[JEKYLL]
Mr. Stride, it’s most civil of you
To say that, as you do
With such patent sincerity!

David Brent – Slough lyrics

More convenient that a Tesco express
Close to Windsor but the properties less
Keeps the businesses of Britain great
It’s got Europe’s biggest trading estate

It doesn’t matter where you’re from
You wanna work? Then come along
The station’s just got a new floor
And the motorway runs by your door

And you know just where you’re heading
It’s equidistance ‘tween London and Reading

Oh Slough
My kind of town
I don’t know how, anyone could put you down

To the West you got Taplow and Bray
You got Hillingdon the other way
It’s a brilliant place to live and work
It was in Bucks now officially it’s Berks

Don’t listen to what the critics say
Like it’s soulless, and boring and grey
See for yourself, what you waiting for?
We’re on the Bath road, that’s the A4

And you know just where you’ll be heading
It’s equidistance ‘tween London and Reading

Oh Slough
My kind of town
I don’t know how, anyone could put you down

Oh Slough
My kind of town
I don’t know how, anyone could put you down

Slough [x4]

Radiohead – Anyone Can Play Guitar

Destiny, destiny protect me from the world
Destiny, hold my hand protect me from the world
Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don’t see no confusion anywhere

And if the world does turn
And if London burns I’ll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar
And they won’t be a nothing anymore

Grow my hair, grow my hair
I am Jim Morrison
Grow my hair
I wanna be wanna be wanna be Jim Morrison

Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don’t see no confusion anywhere
And if the world does turn
And if London burns I’ll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar
And they won’t be a nothing anymore

Frank Wildhorn – Jekyll And Hyde Concept Album – Facade lyrics

[ENSEMBLE]
If you live around here
You need cash in the bank
‘Cause the houses ’round here
Are all flashy and swank
An’ the front bit, ha
‘at’s what’s called a facade!

All the people ’round here
Are as posh as can be
You won’t seem hobnobbin’
With rubbish like me
It’s the snob bit
Also called a facade

Every day
People, in their own sweet way
Like to add a coat of paint
And be what they ain’t!

That’s how our little –
Game is played
Livin’ out their masquerade
Getting rich and getting laid
Who’d want to trade?

But there’s one thing I know
And I know it for sure:
This disease that we’ve got
Has got no ready cure!
And I’m certain
Life is terribly hard
When your life’s a facade!

Every night here one house
Or another is a funhouse
‘Cause there’s someone giving a party
As you see, sir!

This one here tonight
Is rather special, am I right?
It’s the betrothal of Sir Danver’s
Daughter, Lisa

Sir Danvers Carew is a good man
They call him the creme de la creme
Whatever that means
He’s a bloody sight better than them!

Nearly everyone you meet
When walking down a London street
Pretends to be a pillar of society

A model of propriety
Sobriety, and piety
Who’s never even heard of notoriety

The ladies an’ gents ‘ere before you
Which none of ’em ever admits
May have saintly looks
But they’re sinners an’ crooks!

Hypocrites!

If you live around here
You need lots of panache
If you live in down, dear
Then you must cut a dash
T’isn’t hard, dear
To create a facade

You must seem to be rich
And to have money to burn
Even though it’s a bitch
Spending more than you earn
That’s the game here
And the name is facade

One or two
Might look kinda well-to-do
But I bet you precious few
Have payed for their boots

I’m inclined to think –
Half mankind thinks the other
Half is blind
Wouldn’t be surprised to find
They’re all in cahoots

At the end of the day
They don’t mean what they say
They don’t say what they mean
They don’t ever come clean
And the answer
Is it’s all a facade

Call a walk promenade
Call a street boulevard
Grease your hair with pomade
You’ll be held in regard

And I betcha
If you stay on your guard (stay on your guard)
They’ll all say you’re a card
People love the facade (stay on your guard)
What’s behind the facade?

[JEKYLL]
Look behind the facade

Frank Wildhorn – Jekyll And Hyde Concept Album – The Engagement Party lyrics

[SIR DANVERS]
My dear Simon
You’re so gracious
To wish Lisa and Henry both well

[STRIDE]
Dear Sir Danvers
As you know, Sir
I wish Lisa the sun and the moon
But I have to confess that I wish Henry Jekyll in hell!

[UTTERSON]
(spoken) Henry, at last. What could possibly be more important than your own engagement party?

[JEKYLL]
John, I am close to a breakthrough discovery!
Something spectacular, something sublime!
Finally, a light in the darkness has come to me!
Now it is only a matter of time!

[DR HASTIE LANYON]
Henry Jekyll, you’re a devil
You have robbed us of London’s most lovely girl

[MR RICHARD ENFIELD]
I could turn to drink when I stop to think
Lisa’s marrying a doctor instead of an earl

[BOTH]
Poor girl!

[STRIDE ]
Doctor Jekyll, may I be the first to wish
You and your bride-to-be
Peace and prosperity?

[JEKYLL]
Mr. Stride, it’s most civil of you
To say that, as you do
With such patent sincerity!

Ralph Mctell – Streets Of London lyrics

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
With his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s news

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She’s no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
Don’t say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old man
Outside the Seaman’s Mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn’t care

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

MC Hammer – U Can’t Touch This

Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)

My-my-my-my music makes me so hard makes me say oh my Lord
Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
That’s good when you know you’re down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I’m known as such
And this is a beat uh u can’t touch

I told you homeboy u can’t touch this
Yeah that’s how we’re livin’ and you know u can’t touch this
Look in my eyes man u can’t touch this
You know let me bust the funky lyrics u can’t touch this

Fresh new kicks and pants
You got it like that now you know you wanna dance
So move out of your seat
And get a fly girl and catch this beat
While it’s rollin’ hold on pump a little bit
And let me know it’s going on like that like that
Cold on a mission so pull on back
Let ’em know that you’re too much
And this is a beat uh u can’t touch

Yo I told you u can’t touch this
Why you standing there man u can’t touch this
Yo sound the bells school is in sucker u can’t touch this

Give me a song or rhythm
Making ’em sweat that’s what I’m giving ’em
Now they know when you talk about the Hammer
You talk about a show that’s hyped and tight
Singers are sweatin’ so pass them a mic
Or a tape to learn what it’s gonna take
And now he’s gonna burn
The charts legit either work hard
Or you might as well quit

That’s word because you know
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh)
Stop Hammer time

Go with the flow in a spin if you can’t move to this
Then you probably are dead
So wave your hands in the air
Bust through the moves run your fingers through your hair
This is it for a winner
Dance to this and you’re gonna get thinner
Move slide your rump
Just for a minute let’s all do the bump
Bump bump bump yeah

Can’t touch this
Look man u can’t touch this
You’ll probably get hyped boy ’cause you know you can’t u can’t touch this
Ring the bell school’s back in break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Stop Hammer time
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can’t touch this
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can’t touch this
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can’t touch this
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Stop Hammer time

Every time you see me that Hammer’s just so hype
I’m dope on the floor and I’m magic on the mic
Now why would I ever stop doing this
With others makin’ records that just don’t hit
I toured around the world from London to the bank
It’s Hammer go Hammer
It’s a Hammer yo Hammer and the rest go and play

Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
Yeah u can’t touch this
I told you u can’t touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
Too hype can’t touch this
Get me outta here u can’t touch this
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Dire Straits – In The Gallery lyrics

Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was
A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross
A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater’s waltz
Some people have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work iin clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
He could not be in the gallery
And then you get an artist says he doesn’t want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
The birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes
While the dealers they get together
And they decide who gets the breaks
And who’s going to be in the gallery
No lies he wouldn’t compromise
No junk no bits of string
And all the lies we subsidise
That just don’t mean a thing
I’ve got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now all the vultures are coming down from the tree
So he’s going to be in the gallery

Smash – Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Smash

Ayy man, I went on Instagram, man, my mothaf*ckin’ boy, man, he up there in Boston, shawty.
I’m talkin’ ’bout man, nigga got a whole see-through elevator.
You know when you wanna go down, downward or upward?
You know, he get the chance to really see that.
Know what I’m sayin’? Wires and everything, forreal.
(Thugger, Thugger!) Glass top elevator! Woo, woo!
We got London on da Track!(smash)

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it)
We gon’ smash on these b*tches, yeah you know it
Flex up on ’em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
I’m doin’ the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
I’m back to facts, no more dabbin’
No more fightin’, no more strappin’
No more dabbin’, no more trappin’
No more cappin’, no more lackin’
No more raggin’, no more naggin’ (Thugger, Thugger).

We goin’ brazy, break the internet (hey)
We goin’ brazy, break the internet
We Rolls Rizzle, the all white, hey
We catch your b*tch, we take a flight, wait
The Rollie red like a beam
f*ck your dream and your team, huh
You play with anybody versuri-lyrics.info
Turn your shirt to my skin
Hey, we drip on anybody
Get it kicked off the team
Yeah, we richer than everybody
At least that’s what it seems
Nigga know we dippin’, dabbin’
We spit off fire like a dragon
We beat it, beat it with a cannon
That poom-poom look the baddest
My ho from Dallas like a Maverick
Go to Africa to get some karats
Make her call ’em, it’s no karats
Fight ’em all, nigga jabbin’
Cover your face, go to wildin’
Take your whole family to an island
Shoot him in his back, Ricky Bobby
Now I know you get the picture
I want you to stop all the violence.

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it)
We gon’ smash on these b*tches, yeah you know it
Flex up on ’em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
I’m doin’ the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
I’m back to facts, no more dabbin’
No more fightin’, no more strappin’
No more dabbin’, no more trappin’
No more caddin’, no more lackin’
No more raggin’, no more nagginnn.
Young Thug lyrics
Video Young Thug

Jekyll And Hyde The Musical – Facade lyrics

[ENSEMBLE]
If you live around here
You need cash in the bank
‘Cause the houses ’round here
Are all flashy and swank
An’ the front bit, ha
‘at’s what’s called a facade!

All the people ’round here
Are as posh as can be
You won’t seem hobnobbin’
With rubbish like me
It’s the snob bit
Also called a facade

Every day
People, in their own sweet way
Like to add a coat of paint
And be what they ain’t!

That’s how our little –
Game is played
Livin’ out their masquerade
Getting rich and getting laid
Who’d want to trade?

But there’s one thing I know
And I know it for sure:
This disease that we’ve got
Has got no ready cure!
And I’m certain
Life is terribly hard
When your life’s a facade!

Every night here one house
Or another is a funhouse
‘Cause there’s someone giving a party
As you see, sir!

This one here tonight
Is rather special, am I right?
It’s the betrothal of Sir Danver’s
Daughter, Lisa

Sir Danvers Carew is a good man
They call him the creme de la creme
Whatever that means
He’s a bloody sight better than them!

Nearly everyone you meet
When walking down a London street
Pretends to be a pillar of society

A model of propriety
Sobriety, and piety
Who’s never even heard of notoriety

The ladies an’ gents ‘ere before you
Which none of ’em ever admits
May have saintly looks
But they’re sinners an’ crooks!

Hypocrites!

If you live around here
You need lots of panache
If you live in down, dear
Then you must cut a dash
T’isn’t hard, dear
To create a facade

You must seem to be rich
And to have money to burn
Even though it’s a bitch
Spending more than you earn
That’s the game here
And the name is facade

One or two
Might look kinda well-to-do
But I bet you precious few
Have payed for their boots

I’m inclined to think –
Half mankind thinks the other
Half is blind
Wouldn’t be surprised to find
They’re all in cahoots

At the end of the day
They don’t mean what they say
They don’t say what they mean
They don’t ever come clean
And the answer
Is it’s all a facade

Call a walk promenade
Call a street boulevard
Grease your hair with pomade
You’ll be held in regard

And I betcha
If you stay on your guard (stay on your guard)
They’ll all say you’re a card
People love the facade (stay on your guard)
What’s behind the facade?

[JEKYLL]
Look behind the facade

Jekyll And Hyde The Musical – The Engagement Party lyrics

[SIR DANVERS]
My dear Simon
You’re so gracious
To wish Lisa and Henry both well

[STRIDE]
Dear Sir Danvers
As you know, Sir
I wish Lisa the sun and the moon
But I have to confess that I wish Henry Jekyll in hell!

[UTTERSON]
(spoken) Henry, at last. What could possibly be more important than your own engagement party?

[JEKYLL]
John, I am close to a breakthrough discovery!
Something spectacular, something sublime!
Finally, a light in the darkness has come to me!
Now it is only a matter of time!

[DR HASTIE LANYON]
Henry Jekyll, you’re a devil
You have robbed us of London’s most lovely girl

[MR RICHARD ENFIELD]
I could turn to drink when I stop to think
Lisa’s marrying a doctor instead of an earl

[BOTH]
Poor girl!

[STRIDE ]
Doctor Jekyll, may I be the first to wish
You and your bride-to-be
Peace and prosperity?

[JEKYLL]
Mr. Stride, it’s most civil of you
To say that, as you do
With such patent sincerity!

ED SHEERAN – All Of The Stars lyrics

It’s just another night, and I’m staring at the moon
I saw a shooting star and thought of you
I sang a lullaby by the waterside and knew
If you were here, I’d sing to you
You’re on the other side, as this skyline splits in two
Miles away from seeing you
But I can see the stars from America
I wonder do you see them too?

So open your eyes and see, the way our horizons meet
And all of the lights will lead, into the night with me
And I know these scars will bleed
But both of our hearts believe
All of these stars will guide us home

I can hear your heart on the radio beat
They’re playing “Chasing Cars” and I thought of us
Back to the time you were laying next to me
I looked across and fell in love
So I took your hand back through London’s streets and knew
Everything led back to you
So can you see the stars over Amsterdam?
Hear the song our heart is beating to?

So open your eyes and see the way our horizons meet
And all of the lights will lead into the night with me
And I know these scars will bleed
But both of our hearts believe
All of these stars will guide us home

And all
And all
And all
I can see the stars from America

Stinkin Slumrok – Pipedreems (Morrstinkin Album)

Holidaa-ays, they feel soo gooood

[Verse 1]
I’m so fuckin’ drunk that I can’t tie my shoes
Lookin’ for girls and I’m lookin’ for food
Do this for me, I don’t do this for you
But what this shit is? Son, I don’t have a clue
Got the day off of work and my girl’s got the flu
Guess that there’s only one thing left to do
Guess that there’s only one place left to be
Sat on my arse with a big bag of cheese
Then it’s time to buck the niggies, 2 steps on the road
Ganja in the pants, kid dodge the Po-Po
Big cone on my boat like backwards rhino
And you know we gettin’ charged, so toke and then float, say

[Hook]
Bibbidi-babbadi-babbadi-boo
Chattin’ another bag of shit to you
Bibbidi-babbadi-babbadi-bee
For all of my goons and for all of my Gs

[Verse 2]
Ladies be cold, but I’m bringin’ that HEAT
Movin’ Aladin, sweep chicks from their feet, they say
"Slummy, your style is so very unique"
Then it’s down on all fours like I bought me a Jeep
If there ain’t no technique, then it’s definitely peak
Certainly squirtin’, girl go change the sheets
You know me, couldn’t give a shit for anybody
Matter fact everybody else can lick a lolly
I got Ed in the house but there’s no Mr. Blobby
Dowsin’ my flames but they never could stop me
Oh no, craftsmanship be too shoddy
Need a will made of steel to fuck with big Rocky, sing

[Hook]
Bibbidi-babbadi-babbadi-boo
Chattin’ another bag of shit to you
Bibbidi-babbadi-babbadi-bee
For all of my goons and for all of my-

[Verse 3]
Oh my GAAAOWD!
How did god give this gob to a real skinny nigga who be doin’ jack squat?
Just a real heavy drinker that his daddy trained up
Oh well, looks like it’s my time, son
I’ma get my money, make-make my loot, just by
Chattin’ another bag of shit to you
Savagely manage the beats we abuse
Blah boys, the best thing since Rizla and zoot
Now I’m catchin’ that neck like she bought a lasoo
Sendin’ salutes to my London platoon
OOOH-KAY, if you wanna play- NO WAY!
Leave an angel on the floor like it was SNOW DAY
Now I gotsta say this shit one more time for you
For him and for her, plus the rest of the loons
For this one and that one and this one for true that be
Bibbidi-babbadi-Bibbidi-Babbidi

[Hook]
Bibbidi-babbadi-babbadi-boo
Chattin’ another bag of shit to you
Bibbidi-babbadi-babbadi-bee
For all of my goons and for all of my Gs, I said
Bibbidi-babbadi-babbadi-boo
Chattin’ another bag of shit to you
Bibbidi-babbadi-babbabi-bee
For all of my goons and for all of my-all of my G-

That’s for all of my
That’s for all of my goons and for all of my-all of my Gs
That’s for all of my
That’s for all of my goons and for all of my-all of my Gs
That’s for you, Cuzzy
My Dunnies, my pals
My send to the shop niggas
Oooh-kay…

Play your position – Skippa da Flippa lyrics

Lyrics Skippa da Flippa – Play your position

Lately I been countin’ Franklin’s
First class flight to go to London
Back then I was the only gunman
Chase the paper like I’m hunting
Better play your position
My favorite room in here the kitchen
I rock presidential like Nixon
Grip the hammer when a nigga start tripping
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
This for the trap niggas
That bag up the eight ball and pass with precision
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
Bake the pot, take it out, I don’t need mittens
Soak up the game, all you gotta do is listen.

Free all my niggas that got caught lackin’ on a mission
Lately they been sayin’ Boat you trippin’
I been tryna count a hundred plus
Six freak b*tches on a tour bus and they all tryna f*ck with us
If I pick her out, boy I bet she buss
d*ck so good it make her cuss
Chopper my brother, he bust at your mother
Grill in my mouth looking like a lil muffler
Gold on my neck like a bowl full of mustard
Eat on that pussy just like a little custard
I tint my windows when I go see Oscar
These niggas acting, they deserve an Oscar
And she hate bro because I’m a dog
I’m a lil dog just like a lil boxer
Just know your role and play your position
Diamonds water, look like I been fishing
These niggas be cappin’, they really not whipping
Skippa told me you is not in the kitchen
Worry ’bout mines but hold ya own
Old ass nigga, money not even long
Bad b*tch walkin’ ’round in a thong
I’ma bust it then I send her ass home.

Lately I been countin’ Franklin’s
First class flight to go to London
Back then I was the only gunman
Chase the paper like I’m hunting
Better play your position
My favorite room in here the kitchen
I rock presidential like Nixon
Grip the hammer when a nigga start tripping
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
This for the trap niggas versuri-lyrics.info
That bag up the eight ball and pass with precision
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
Bake the pot, take it out, I don’t need mittens
Soak up the game, all you gotta do is listen.

If you’s a ho, you’s a ho, just play your role
Break the pot, speed it up, stop it, then go
Smoke a blunt, break a bag, kick out the door
I made me a mil ’round the globe
The chopper is only protection, drive the Lam’ like a Mexican
Make lil baby suck it in the Masi
While I’m rollin’ up, switchin’ lanes, textin’
Yeah I got shooters just like Villanova
Triple cup codeine, I don’t need a coaster
She talk to a rapper but she told me over and over that she think a young nigga colder
She play a role, she know I don’t need her
I’m a player, I’ma kick it like FIFA
Trap RBI higher than Derek Jeter
You follow the Flippa, you follow the leader
Learn your roll and then you play the position
You f*ck with the gang then you might end up missing
How many hundreds can you get for a chicken?
I teach you the game if you willing to listen
Flippa!

Lately I been countin’ Franklin’s
First class flight to go to London
Back then I was the only gunman
Chase the paper like I’m hunting
Better play your position
My favorite room in here the kitchen
I rock presidential like Nixon
Grip the hammer when a nigga start tripping
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
This for the trap niggas
That bag up the eight ball and pass with precision
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
Bake the pot, take it out, I don’t need mittens
Soak up the game, all you gotta do is listennn.
Skippa da Flippa lyrics
Video position

Blueyes – London Boy

He, he didn’t even leave his number
And now I’m really starting to wonder
Did I just meet the man of my dreams?
And now I’m losing him to the London fields
Maybe I’ll meet him on the underground
Our eyes will meet between the platform sounds
And I can recognize when I get winds
The ones that he said complimented my mind

Where is my London boy? My London boy?
Oh, when will I see you again, again again?
Show me my London boy, my London boy
And don’t tell me I’m on my own again

We, we started our romance in the street
And you at once get off of my feet
You bought me chips with the money you had
I can’t believe he’s such a gentleman
And now I just couldn’t help myself
I usually want to kiss & tell
I didn’t know that I had it so good
Fuck is this shit? I don’t mean to be rude

Where is my London boy? My London boy?
Oh, when will I see you again, again again?
Show me my London boy, my London boy
And don’t tell me I’m on my own again, again!

Chief Keef – Reload (feat. Tadoe & Ballout)

[Intro: Ballout]
Oooooo, what the fuck?
This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup!

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
[?], stuff it
Half ounce, fuck it
This track bitch, you love it
Already fucking
That ain’t straight drop, that’s Tussin
That fake ice, tuck it
‘Cause this bling on me bussing
Believe that, trust it

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Balling real hard, I ain’t hooping nigga
Bought a lil bitch, I ain’t Cupid nigga
I get getting money, getting stupid figures
Got your gun but you ain’t shooting nigga
Hit a nigga pockets like a goofy, nigga
Blue Robbin’s jeans with the Ruger, nigga
Just copped a Porsche, real [?] nigga
Hit a few blocks acting foolish nigga
Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us
Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us
All my niggas solid, no fruity niggas
And I’m getting quap, still shooting niggas
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Niggas steady talking that tough shit
Me and gang be on that fuck shit
This car I’m whipping be on that rough shit
Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit
You want something nigga, meet me at the function
Don’t make your bitch meet me at the dungeon
All this muhfucking designer on me
Fuck around, thought I was up in London
Drive the car like it’s muhfucking stuntman
Shoot the ball like I’m muhfucking Kobe
Shoot the pistol like I’m muhfucking Odee
Ice on me got me colder than a polar
And the dope got me higher than a solar
In that thang, switching lanes like a bowler
Crack the window, the damn choppa go aroma
In on [?] skating, call me Homer

[Verse 4: Ballout]
Top of the roof, have my gang hoe
Just fucked yo bitch, kicked yo bitch out
Just took me a [?]
It ain’t even been an hour
Counting this money up
Know I had to run it up
Hopped out to get some cups
Hellcat, still [?]

[Verse 5: Tadoe]
Hellcat and just copped new jeans
Real [?]
Trap spot got like two or three
Hit my phone if you need a few P’s
In the strip club serving QP’s
New jeans cost me ’bout two keys
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese

[Verse 6: Chief Keef]

Wiley – Name Brand (feat. Jme, Frisco & J2K) (Godfather Album)

I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

‘Wiley, where are you going?’
I’m going to keep an old brand going
Back then, everyting was steady
Lately, it’s getting a bit edgy
Got a couple tings that I wanna try
Wanna expand so I gotta try
Have to make sure that my vibes hold sick
When I sell a ticket, it’s what they’re gonna buy
Branching out, new business
Cop the Landlord album, Giggs’
Fire, all-round fire
Hold tight Giggs, the real vibe supplier
London’s changed a bit, but I can still hit the booth
Start spraying and give the crowd fire
We don’t deflate, we stay pumped up
And dem man are flat tyre

I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

Next to my name, there’s no losses
X ’em out with all crosses
That girl couldn’t get used to me
Because she ain’t used to no bosses
Ahah, all I got now is sausage
I do not count the losses
I just grab on the big back ting
And turn onto new topics, new ting
Come and ring-ring the bell, lights on
Curtains open as well, enter
Don’t get gassed off no rich sex
We’re just gonna do this calmly as hell
Is that cool? Well, that’s swell
Do you feel me? Well, that’s braille
I’m like a high street store to the gyal dem
Who can’t keep their hands off the name brand sales
Oh well, well, well

I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

That’s the gameplan
The thug dem rate man
The gyal dem rate man
Frisco’s a name brand
And where I come from, the police all hate man
Haters hate cuh they ain’t man
Think you can call me out cause I’m a name brand?
Man wanna draw me out, what a shame, man
Man claim that they’re out here but I can’t see ’em
Anyhow, I think the piss has been taken
I’mma start moving like Liam, it’s mad
Spin an MC round like a kebab
New bars in my notepad, nigga, hold that
I’m a G by myself, you’ve gotta hold hands
I’ve never been disloyal
Like to buss joke, but I’ve never been a joke man

I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

TINIE TEMPAH – Chasing Flies lyrics

I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Tinie Tempah – Chasing Flies (feat. Nea)

[Intro: Man & Nea]
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah]
So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

[Intro: Man & Nea]
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Tinie Tempah – Chasing Flies lyrics

I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Taylor Gang – The Man (feat. J.R. Donato, Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
What up though this is big Snoop Dogg hanging out with DJ Motor Mane, you understand me?
Hit ’em with some of that G shit
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 1: J.R. Donato]
I say they hate to see you come up
They hate to see you hustle but them pounds I gotta turn up
I’m flexing all my muscle boy give shots you try to run up
Cause I ain’t finna tussle I got fans way out in London
So dreams do really come true
I’m high as fuck when I come to
Bad bitch tell her come through
Niggas looking for hand outs when you tell them no then its fuck you
Oh well, nigga fuck you I’m in this new coupe and I’m comfortable
Where you’re friend I said bring two
Lit with them when ain’t nothing to do
Said hell yea I’m the man now, hell yea I got grams now
Pops still doing real estate, hell yea he got land now
And I’m bout to be a father too, don’t bother me I won’t bother you
Hell yea I got shows to do, hell yea I got pounds to move
Gang

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
I’m having nightmares feeling it’s niggas want me dead
Going through it I got niggas in the feds
Sliding in that brand new Benz I don’t need a lot of friends
I’m just living I know one day its gon’ end
30 bottles foreign models I’m just trynna ease the pain
Had a convo with myself to never fall in love again
All night till the morning all we know is get paid
How you fall in love with something that won’t love you back the same?
Boy them streets them cold yea, case you didn’t know yea
48 Hunnid, Taylor Gang, yea yea yea
Pull up on the ‘Nolia

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
They said they want me to stop, but I ain’t stopping no
Wonder where I got these Vans but they ain’t dropping those
I’m eating lobster bisque, baked at the Pappadeaux
That’s my bitch, she your wife, turned her to a proper hoe
I get a lot of dough, I fly a lot of planes
Every time you turn around Young Khalifa copping chains
She yours I got the brains, taught the game
Bitches say I’m not a lame, watch your self out there, these cops insane
They’ll do anything to keep us off the streets
So I grind everyday cause Sebastian gotta eat
And the jewels that I rock turn these good girls to freaks
Make 500K a week, bring my cheese then we speak
Capeesh?

[Chorus: J.R. Donato & (Wiz Khalifa)]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man (that’s cool. I do me you do you)
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man (it’s harder than it looks. Pause)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (the motherfucking man. look at us now)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (just look at us!)

Wiley – Name Brand Lyrics

[Pre-Hook: Wiley]
I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

[Hook: Jme]
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

[Verse 1: Wiley]
“Wiley, where are you going?”
I’m going to keep an old brand going
Back then, everyting was steady
Lately, it’s getting a bit edgy
Got a couple tings that I wanna try
Wanna expand so I gotta try
Have to make sure that my vibes hold sick
When I sell a ticket, it’s what they’re gonna buy
Branching out, new business
Cop the Landlord album, Giggs’
Fire, all-round fire
Hold tight Giggs, the real vibe supplier
London’s changed a bit, but I can still hit the booth
Start spraying and give the crowd fire
We don’t deflate, we stay pumped up
And dem man are flat tyre

[Pre-Hook: Wiley]
I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

[Hook: Jme]
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

[Verse 2: J2K]
Next to my name, there’s no losses
X ’em out with all crosses
That girl couldn’t get used to me
Because she ain’t used to no bosses
Ahah, all I got now is sausage
I do not count the losses
I just grab on the big back ting
And turn onto new topics, new ting
Come and ring-ring the bell, lights on
Curtains open as well, enter
Don’t get gassed off no rich sex
We’re just gonna do this calmly as hell
Is that cool? Well, that’s swell
Do you feel me? Well, that’s braille
I’m like a high street store to the gyal dem
Who can’t keep their hands off the name brand sales
Oh well, well, well

[Pre-Hook: Wiley]
I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

[Hook: Jme]
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

[Verse 3: Frisco]
That’s the gameplan
The thug dem rate man
The gyal dem rate man
Frisco’s a name brand
And where I come from, the police all hate man
Haters hate cuh they ain’t man
Think you can call me out cause I’m a name brand?
Man wanna draw me out, what a shame, man
Man claim that they’re out here but I can’t see ’em
Anyhow, I think the piss has been taken
I’mma start moving like Liam, it’s mad
Spin an MC round like a kebab
New bars in my notepad, nigga, hold that
I’m a G by myself, you’ve gotta hold hands
I’ve never been disloyal
Like to buss joke, but I’ve never been a joke man

[Pre-Hook: Wiley]
I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

[Hook: Jme]
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

Lethal Bizzle – Round Here Lyrics

[Intro: Lethal Bizzle]
Biz
Giggs
Yo

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Verse 1: Lethal Bizzle]
Check 1, four fizzy in the air
One shot, two shot, three shot, clear
And you know that we got a transit spare
Case we gotta run up on your rer
Man don’t care if you go gym and you [?]
Or if you rock Moncler
Talking tough? Man might call that bluff
Then next thing you know, you disappear
Dear oh dear, I don’t wanna hear no he said, she said
He’s gonna do that, my G, you’re on ket
Badboy on the internet
But in real life, man ah man know that you’re just wet
Talk out the side of your mout, but one thing I know
My name, you’re gonna respect
Violation or wasting my time
You already know that’s something I won’t let
Man wanna go on like some Musketeer
Talk about P, my P, you’re not near
500 when I step into gear
Look in the rear view, don, you’re not there
Ten years plus, yo, I know it’s not fair
And I’ll do another ten, I can see clear
I’m on a different page
Two seventeen, I’m on a different wave

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Man’s that kid that’s local, vocal
DJ, mix that Pro Tool
He say, she say, so-called, so what?
Babe, quick, get that phone call
If that strap’s got sixteen bullets
Man gon’ get that total
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Greaze, greaze, greaze
It’s that kid that flipped that token
Grabbed that, left that broken
It’s that kid that lit that spliff
What, Biz, what? Get that potion
It’s that kid that knocked that door
What? Knock-knock, kicked that open
Greaze, greaze, please
Leave man, please
Man just crept and tiptoed and hold ’em
Clip the prick that’s been chosen
Man just lit the pricks up and smoke ’em
Man get lifted and soaken
Man get gassed up off all this social
Man’s got big shit in motion
Man’s too sick to be loafing, joking
Man’s too big to be boasting

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Outro: Flowdan]
London boys
(Trackerz)