Dr. Dre – 12 Steps To Recovery lyrics

Break out your fucking swishes
Light up your fuckin’ weed
I’d like to introduce you all to The Chronic III
It’s D R period Dre motherfucka
Back to set the record straight for motherfuckers

I gotta be the number one supplier
I keep you higher than Richard Pryor
I been the dope man since ’86 (’86)
From a nigga with a attitude to a nigga that’s fucking rich
I’m feeling better than I’ve ever been
A lot stronger, plus I got a bet I win (bet I win)
I’m taking all bets, fuck it I’m all in
And when I’m finished with this business I will be number
One (one one)
Started out on the turn tables with little [?] tables turned
You can’t imagine what my label earned
I gross more in a year than most niggas make in their whole career
I’m only here
Two (two two)
Make sure I shake up your rear view
And you niggas could not see me with a clear view
If I was you I’d probably hate me too
‘Cause yeah you got a budget but you can’t fit Dre in it, it’s
Three (three three)
Album solo, that Aftermath logo, platinum plus ’cause I don’t go gold
You know my stacks ain’t got enough wall for all my plaques
Niggas actin’ like I wasn’t coming back
Four
More? I’m too in love with this shit, plus I came too far to quit
And it was in nine
Five
I got sick of niggas trippin’ and shit, so I started building my label, sometime in 9 6
Six
Adjust the levels on my mic so it’s loud and clear (testing)
This is something that I want the whole world to hear (world to hear)
Seven
I’m tired of niggas blaming sales on the industry
The music ain’t shit, and personally it’s offending me

Twelve steps to recovery

Fuckin’ with the D R, find yourself an E R
Need CPR, do you know who we are?
Love cognac and cigars, so high I don’t see y’all
On a whole ‘nother level, that’s why I couldn’t be y’all
Eight
Straight summers they’ve been patiently waiting
And I’d like to thank you all for being patient
I’d like to shout out all the critics for hating
‘Cause you’ve only been the fuel for my motivation
Nine
You cat’s lives is limited
While I got black cards for all of my businesses
And there’s
Ten
Million reasons why you can’t fuck with Detox
And I’m the biggest influence in hip-hop
Eleven
I can’t stop, look what I started
I get the most pay, because I work the hardest
Twelve
Should’ve been number one to me
It’s hard work to you, but it’s fun for me

Twelve steps to recovery

CupcakKe – Who Run It (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
Shout out to Stormcutter, Three 6 Mafia, G Herbo
I wrote this shit in four fucking hours
No sleep, man

[Verse]
Let me talk my shit real quick, all the real niggas gon’ feel this
How that’s yo’ kid but he ain’t got bills? Can’t find you in family pics
Food stamps, they go so quick when you up in a family of six
So it’s funny how they sell that shit for a little pack of weed and a new pair of kicks
Man, I’m so dead, I can’t, inside I feel so blank
Little girls on Twitter talkin’ ’bout they break up, girl, sit back on Paint
If I’m alive, no complaints, none of these judges saints
Let the black beat her, that’s 10 years, but if white beat her, “nice tank”
It’s so ridiculous, ain’t shit funny, ain’t ticklish
Don’t test me if I’m with the shits, end up in a cage, no Nicholas
Everything about me is interesting, I’ma need more and more Benjamins
Damn, I can’t breathe, stop smoking them trees, got your insides looking like Christmas
Ungrateful hoes, get the fuck out of here, you had a rough day and I had a rough year
So when I get money I really do care, go and invest it, not spending on gear
Think about that, just stating facts, niggas don’t chart when it’s real rap
Earn my respect then you get it right back, that go hand in hand ain’t talkin’ dap
A lot of issues in my past still hurt me to this day, to the core
I don’t ever open up ’cause I know people change like the oil
Over 100k up on tour, still got a mindset like I’m poor
But I’m on the roll when it come to rappin’ like a pack of aluminum foil
Man, I love walking barefoot, I really like the feel when I’m at the bottom (what?)
‘Cause I know it’s only for a couple of seconds, then I’m right back to my stardom (that’s right)
Motherfuckers ain’t woke, man, I gotta fuck around and re-alarm ’em
I’m woke all day, 3 AM, when they call me Jake from State Farm
Okay, lil’ bitch, act like you know, anything I say is right like nose
Walk right over there, hoe, like roach, and it’s over for these hoes, no dose
Walk in that bitch with a white T, they don’t really like me but you know how that goes
Walk out that bitch you would think I’m little red riding hood, how I got blood on my clothes
Let’s not paint that picture, if I shoot, won’t miss ya
Anything prior to this won’t matter, man, I’m just tryna get richer (in the past)
Y’all ain’t peep Richard Pryor, y’all brain flat, no tire
Now everybody tryna hang like a fucking dirty diaper
They like “follow me for a follow back,” bitch you follow me, then you getting smacked
I enter shit but I don’t interact, never sucked up, I drink Similac
Shorty bluffin’, ain’t got nothin’ in her pocket but a fucking cigarette (broke ass)
Ain’t talkin’ no massage when I say I’m ’bout to hit the bitch in the back (ah)
I’m always so prepared, I don’t flinch, that’s rare (you know it)
Them boys singing in Walmart, I won’t move ’cause I’m never scared
Just know I ain’t playing fair, I want a big wheel, no chair (that money)
So it’s hard getting to the top, but it’s easy going down like the stairs

KENDRICK LAMAR – HUMBLE lyrics

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this…
Waaaaay (yeah! yeah!)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

[Intro]
Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Humble – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – Humble

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaaaay (yeah, yeahhh!)(humble.)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, b*tch, be humble.

(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
Be humble (b*tch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) b*tch, sit down
Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ b*tch)
(Sit down, lil’ b*tch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) b*tch, sit down
(Hol’ up, b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up).

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the f*ck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the f*ck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play f*ckin’ up your whole life
I’m so f*ckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, b*tch, be humble.

(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
Be humble (b*tch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) b*tch, sit down
Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down versuri-lyrics.info
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ b*tch)
(Sit down, lil’ b*tch, be humbleee)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) b*tch, sit down
(Hol’ up, b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ uppp).
Kendrick Lamar lyrics
Video Kendrick Lamar

Gucci Mane – Hi-Five (Woptober Album) letras

[Intro]
Brrrr, Metro
Wop, hah
It’s big Gucci, Metro, Wizzop
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon shoot you

[Verse 1]
I put eight mill in my crib to inspire ya
When you worth like twenty mill the kids admire ya
When your rap sheet look like mine they won’t hire ya
But when you sign yourself like I did they can’t fire ya
You want your club so loud then put me on the flier (its gucci)
I’m on fire like Richard Pryor my price gettin’ higher
How you gon’ take my title drivin’ a car without a title
I’m whippin’ through rush hour Charlotte traffic in a spyder
Slide up on ya bitch like a race car driver
Dive off in that pussy like a deep sea diver
Niggas from my hood know me from cheap cheap powder
But niggas on your block say you’se a real weak coward

[Hook]
High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin’ they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hanging they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Come go to Gucci World cause I got nine rides

[Verse 2]
Fuck yo jam of the week I got grams on the street
So much money gave metro a hundred grand for the beat
So much ice around my bezel you can’t see, the Patek
I’m Felipe, in Felipe’s, with a freak, she petite
From the beach, to the street, from the street, to the suite
Put my bone in her mouth told her bon appétit
I done sold so many keys they should deport me to Belize
Cause I’m shining on these niggas like a desert with no trees
From the hat on my head to the shoes on my feet
Every garment on my body it come from overseas
In them ‘partments I was raised I sold like 50,000 P’s
You want Gucci on your song, that’s at least a hundred G’s

[Hook]
High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin’ they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hanging they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Come go to Gucci World cause I got nine rides