Aminé – REEL IT IN Lyrics

[Intro]
Right now!

[Chorus]
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) (hey!)

[Verse 1]
Trippin’
Rollie got the tick tock missin’
Bitch pimpin’ (ayy)
Broke niggas got me livin’ (wow)
You Jordan or Pippen (true)
I’m Kobe I’m never gon’ dish it
Or miss it
I’m business as fuck and I ain’t got the time to just kick it

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

[Chorus]
Reel it in (woo)
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in (ayy)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN

[Verse 2]
Jesus Christ! (Hallelujah!)
I buy that shit before I even know the price (hey!)
This 13k up on my finger, bitch you right (true)
Them diamonds dancin’, yeah that boy be lookin’ nice (ayy)
I guess that’s what you call that motherfucking ice
I got a thotiana, put her in designer
She Italiana, she a sorta kinda
She Björk cute
So she really fine, just sorta weird, and she got some cake
Gimme OPB for my ODB
These APC, do your ABC’s
I’m a young dread-head with anxiety
And I love it when a bitch nigga tryin’ me

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

[Chorus]
Reel it in (ayy)
I got the bag, tell a friend (whoo)
She got some ass, bring it in (ooh)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend (true)
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)

Wiz Khalifa – No Dirt Lyrics

[Intro]
Mhm
Let me talk to you
Show you something that you probably seen before, but you ain’t seen it like this

[Verse 1]
Physically fit, smoking that shit you can’t get
If it don’t make dollars, then well it don’t make sense
Got my crib out in Cali, buy everything for my kid
You hear me talk about it, fuckin’ right, it’s what I live
Lean back, hit the chronic
She like “Why it so intense?”
I say don’t “Don’t worry ’bout it, keep your mind up on these chips”
And these niggas out plotting
They broke so they got something against us
Pot, we smoke it anywhere

[Chorus]
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw

[Verse 2]
Don’t get to a comfortable point
And back off
Gotta be sharp, the game’s filled with whack artists
I ain’t hating on you dawg, get yours
But don’t ever think I’m convinced
These eyes covered by lenses
‘Cause I’m probably high as your rent
See the Forbes list, think they got it content
But I’m not, I’m still hustling hard
Won’t let my paper stop

[Chorus]
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw

[Outro]
I want some of that damn KK man
Some of that Khalifa Kush, man
Y’all niggas smoking OG Kush
I want Khalifa Kush, man
For’real
The one with that man name on it, man
For’real man, I’m tryna inhale that one time, man
For’real

Rejjie Snow – Crooked Cops

[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow]
Officer, my hands is up
Please don’t shoot, but I might run
Run nigga, run nigga, run nigga
I’ve been black since ’91
Piggy piggy, hold your tongue
Run nigga, run nigga, run nigga
What, you want some open graves?
I’ll make you catch this fucking fade
My tendencies be "fuck the law"
But mama said, "just look away"
Hands up, keep my weapon on me
[?] what’s up, homie?
Friday night [?] slow day
Pull me over, I record it
Bar my head and kiss this ass
And this bacon did smell off
Black and white, you [?] my rights
These crooked cops they hate by sight
Blackest skin, the blackest name
From Africa my father came
From mother eath he saw the dirt
From broken souls to heal the curse
Public enemy? My felony was being black as fuck
Eenie meenie miney moe and hang him up and take his lunch
Call the homies, call my mama
Take his badge and fuck him up
Then fuck him up and make him cry
And remember where we lived and died

[Pre-Hook]
No, no, no, no, noo
No, no-ooh-aah, no, no

[Hook: Rejjie Snow]
Crooked cop, crooked cop
Crook-crook-crooked cop
Crooked cop, crooked cop
Crooked, crooked cop
Crooked, crook-crook-crooked cops
Crooked cops, crooked
Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops

[Bridge: Trish]
I’m tellin’ you now
Police in their feelings, they scared and they killin’
They shootin’ us down
My hands up, they shootin’, they shootin’, they shootin’
They shootin’ us down
Why? Please tell me where
[?]
Public enemy number 1, I was the black man
They be usin’ their badges
As a weapon to [?] shoot at us and back up
Tell me why? I, I think I know why
Why they wanna shoot me down
I think I know ’cause they crooked cops
Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops

[Pre-Hook]
No, no, no, no, noo
No, no-ooh-aah, no, no

[Hook: Rejjie Snow]
Crooked cop, crooked cop
Crook-crook-crooked cop
Crooked cop, crooked cop
Crooked, crooked cop
Crooked, crook-crook-crooked cops
Crooked cops, crooked
Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops

[Verse 2: Rejjie Snow]
Call me back, no text emoji
[?]
Pants be saggin’, I’ve been taggin’
Officer, my record flawless
Rappin’ since like ’96 when ODB was runnin’ shit
Grammy nominated, hope there’s trophies in my cabinet
Hide your kids and hide your wife
The reaper creepin’ through the night
Crawl in, Mr. Officer, my fingerprints gon’ testify
Tats up on my neck and face
From GTA to [?]
Fuck is up? I know my rights
The sirens [?] flashing light

[Outro]
Crooked cops, crooked cops
Crook-crook-crooked cops
I don’t wanna hear this shit no more
(I don’t wanna hear it no motherfuckin’ more
You talkin’ about motherfuckin’ all lives matter)
I don’t wanna hear this shit no more
(I don’t wanna hear this
Nobody is killin’ your brothers, your sisters, your father, your mother – nobody is killin’ y’all motherfuckers in the street
They killin’ us!)
I don’t wanna hear this shit no more
(The fuck is wrong with you?)

No, no, no, no, noo
No, no-ooh-aah, no, no

Dumbfoundead – Safe

[Intro: Dumbfoundead]
You took me as safe
That was your first mistake
Who said I was safe

[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]
The other night I watched the Oscars
And the roster of the only yellow men were all statues
We a quarter of the population
There’s a room of fuckin’ 1 percenters laughing at you
Fuck a bamboo ceiling, guess I gotta play the villain
ODB up at the Grammys on the mic
Like “Wu-Tang is for the children!”
Bruce Jenner is woman
OJ was acquitted
Kim K is a hero
The sky is the limit, any minute now
They gonna let an Asian brotha’ get a lead role
Shots fired I’m a reload, never saw this side of Chino
He was always quiet keeping to himself
Never messed with anybody else
That’s the Jonathan that we know

[Hook: Dumbfoundead]
Seems so safe, till one day things go cray
I swear if things don’t change
My actions can’t be blamed, (STAND UP!)
And now you gotta duck!
You know you never gave a fuck!
I came to get my cut! (fuck you, pay me)
You know I never gave a fuck!

[Verse 2: Dumbfoundead]
I ain’t never heard of none y’all fools
I can do whatever every one of y’all do
If I never get a chance
You might see the homie show up on the 5 o’ clock news
You ain’t never seen a yellow boy wild’n yellow boy shinin’ , Sound the alarm I got news
Go ahead and pro-file em’ I ain’t pro-violence
Shhhhh, silence is how yellow boys move
Its been the same ol’ thang, I swear the game don’t change
What you talking bout there ain’t no space
Guess i gotta go and make more space
You know I’m cool as a motherfucker
Chillin’ in the cut hella quiet with the loud pack
Since I’m a cool motherfucker
You think everything is safe till I ask you where the safe at!

[Hook: Dumbfoundead]
Seems so safe, till one day things go cray
I swear if things don’t change
My actions can’t be blamed, (STAND UP!)
And now you gotta duck!
You know you never gave a fuck!
I came to get my cut! (fuck you, pay me)
You know I never gave a fuck!

[Outro: Dumbfoundead]
You took me as safe
That was your first mistake
Who said I was safe

Olexesh – Walkman

[Hook](2x)
Woher kenn’ ich diesen Ton? Es kommt tief aus meinem Walkman
Die ersten Rhymes schrieb ich 19’94
Erinnerst du dich, Bruder, als es war
Als es keine Handys gab, so war’s, ohja

[Part 1]
Im Jahr 1-9-9-2 zog ich mit Mutter ins Asylantenheim
Vater brachte sie zum wein’, leider war ich noch zu klein
Um ihn zu klatschen wie ein Mann
Ich muss verteidigen, du weißt
Irgendwann wurd’ ich dann acht, und sie schenkten mir ein Bike
Ich übte damit hinterm Hochhaus vom Heim
Das erste Shirt von Nike
Damals 90 Mark im Karstadt
Weil’s jeder in der Schule hatte, holte Mutter mir dann auch eins
Meine Mutter war noch jung, sie war noch 27
Sie wollte, dass ihr Junge gut aussieht vor reichen Spastis
Ich bettelte sie an um einen Walkman
Weil Amel einen hatte, wollt ich auch mit ihm im Hof chillen
Die Beats, die er mir zeigte, waren krass
Marshall Mathers LP, auf B-Serie Sony Bass
Du teilst, was du hast, ich dank dafür
Wo wär ich ohne Walkman, für mich gab’s diese Tür

[Hook](2x)
Woher kenn’ ich diesen Ton? Es kommt tief aus meinem Walkman
Die ersten Rhymes schrieb ich 19’94
Erinnerst du dich, Bruder, als es war
Als es keine Handys gab, so war’s, ohja

[Part 2]
Sechs Jahre Einzelhaft, so wie Bruder Bilal
Picasso aus dem Knast malt hundert Meter Bilder
Wir hinterlassen Kinder, Crack-Mamis, Pep-Charlies
Vom Ausweg gefickt, denn das Ghetto hat sie
Welcome to ma ville, ma ville, ma ville
Killuminati-nati-nati
Du packst Kinder, die Straße, Straße
Mit Walkman, keine Handys, NSA am stalken
Mein Walkman, Walkman
Solang du läufst, hab ich kein Problem, Problem
Erinner’ mich noch an die 19, 19
Ja, genau, es war ‘ne 19, 19
Biggie, 2Pac, ODB, Bratik, man sagt niemals nie
Damals noch Kassetten
Nach zehn Liedern musste man auf die andere Seite wechseln
Kopfhörer nicht vergessen, chille mit mei’m Walkman
Drück auf Play, lass um den Block rennen, Block rennen

[Bridge]
Mein Walkman, Walkman
Es geht nichts über mein’ Walkman, Walkman
Ich suche viel zu lang mein’ Walkman, Walkman
Damals hatt’ ich einen Walkman, Walkman
Ja, auch du hattest ‘n Walkman, Walkman
Ich erinner’ mich an Walkman, Walkman
Solang du läufst, hab ich kein Problem, Problem
Erinner’ mich noch an die 19, 19
Biggie, 2Pac, ODB

[Hook](2x)
Woher kenn’ ich diesen Ton? Es kommt tief aus meinem Walkman
Die ersten Rhymes schrieb ich 19’94
Erinnerst du dich, Bruder, als es war
Als es keine Handys gab, so war’s, ohja

[Outro](4x)
Erinner’ mich an Walkman, Walkman
Als wir beide durch den Hof gingen, Hof gingen
Ey, ja, es war mein Walkman, Walkman