Foster The People – Worst Nites Lyrics

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Verse 1]
Startin’ it up after dark
Chasin’ thoughts, cruisin’ through Echo Park
Joined the vultures eatin’ paradise
Gettin’ tilted, yeah, we’ll pay the price (But ain’t it nice?)

[Pre-Chorus]
Never say, “Goodbye”, we say, “Hello”
Faded in the sunshine and the snow

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Break]

[Verse 2]
Skippin’ lines and brushin’ past the suits
Duckin’ pictures and droppin’ some truths
Now I’m gettin’ lost up in the Hills
But cruise the ’Gram and now I’m catchin’ feels
Is this for real?

[Pre-Chorus]
Never say, “Goodbye”, we say, “Hello”
Faded in the sunshine and the snow

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Break]

[Bridge]
Yeah, you know
It’s only in L.A
Yeah, uh huh
(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Only in L.A
(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Outro]
(Lo-fi, lo-fi)
Yeah, uh huh
Highs filtered through the low
You know, woo
High life filtered through the lo-fi

Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

LP – Girls Go Wild Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been caged, I’ve been hounded, I’ve been hunted and tamed
I’m the outlaw of outside and ready to rage
I’m in search of the heart I can eat to renew me, yeah
And I’m dazzled by all of the things that undo me

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Verse 2]
Take my love, take my soul, you just take what you can
When we fuck now, it feels like you don’t understand
Tell you what, it don’t suck, and I need you right now, yeah
You’re the one that I want, so I won’t make a sound

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Bridge]
I really love you
You know I really do
Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too
I really love you
So what you wanna do?

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Outro]
(It’s all in the name of the wild wild west)
I really love you
You know I really do
Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too
I really love you
So what you wanna do

Flo Rida – Dancer

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, used ride on the metro
Had a dream of diamonds and stilettos
First class in Miami from the West Coast
Never wanted to be homecoming queen
Not just another girl in the strip club
Working hard, not a dollar’s gonna miss her
Big, big bags, I’m gonna tip her
Making sure she’s gonna come home with me

[Pre-Chorus]
One money, two honey
How much can I throw?
And for her I can’t say no
I won’t let go

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a

[Verse 2]
It’s 3AM and we’re only getting started
In the cab on the way to your apartment
Tonight you made the killing cause you’re gorgeous
Yeah, we’re gonna have a hell of a time
Blew hunneds everywhere like a cartoon
Ooh baby, I can’t take my eyes off you
Give it to me like yo mamma never taught you
I’ll make it rain for the rest of your life

[Pre-Chorus]
One money, two honey
How much can I throw?
And for her I can’t say no
Oh, I won’t let go

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a…

[Bridge]
Nothing gets me going like when she put on a show
Ain’t ashamed to say it, I’ll let everybody know
You don’t have to say no words, you let your body speak
Baby I don’t care, no I don’t care

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a…

Katy Perry – California Gurls (Passion Pit Main Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Greetings, loved ones
Let’s take, take, take journey

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
I know a place where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet and wild
There must be something in the water
Sipping gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees (undone)
The boys break their necks
Trying to creep a little sneak peek (at us)

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love, in love, in love, in love

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Sex (sex) on the beach
We don’t mind sand in our stilettos
We freak in my Jeep
Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo, oh-oh

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg + Katy Perry]
Toned, tan, fit and ready
Turn it up cause it’s getting heavy
Wild, wild, West Coast
These are the girls I love the most
I mean the ones, I mean like she’s the one
Kiss her, touch her, squeeze her buns
(Uh!) The girl’s a freak
She drive a Jeep and live on the beach
I’m okay, I won’t play
I love the Bay just like I love L.A
Venice Beach and Palm Springs
Summertime is everything
Homeboys banging out
All that ass hanging out
Bikinis, zucchinis, martinis, no weenies
Just the king and a queenie
Katy, my lady (Yeah?)
Lookie here, baby (Uh-huh)
I’m all up on ya
‘Cause you representing California (Ooh ooh)

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Outro: Vocoder]
California, California girls
California, California girls

Vance Joy – Saturday Sun (Lyric Video)

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost

[Verse 1]
So tired of sleepin’ alone
So tired of eatin’ alone
I need to ask her what’s goin’ on
Are we goin’ strong?
She fell at rest in her hair
My shoulder was the perfect height
We fit so right, so what’s goin’ on?
‘Cause I’ve been undone
The long drive, the coastline
Lookin’ out at first light
Am I still on her mind?
I’ve been undone

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost
Ever lost

[Post-Chorus]
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

[Verse 2]
And still the memory’s right there
She put the breeze in my hair
No kiss was softer, softer than this
I’m readin’ her lips, oh
Each line I read
She left her books in my bed
And her song in my head
I’ve been undone

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost
Ever lost

[Post-Chorus]
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Lost
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Lost
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Oh, Saturday Sun
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Lost, oh Saturday Sun
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
I met someone
Oh, Saturday Sun
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

[Outro]
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

Warm Brew – Stretch

[Intro]
These record labels don’t want artists to talk to each other
We get to talking too much, we just might put a union together (mmm)
And if we unionize, they can’t win no more (right)
Don’t you fools realize?

[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Verse 1: Tony London]
Yeah, feels like my eyes haven’t seen it
Been dreaming so hard ’til the day that I meet it
I’m greeted by the homies Warm Brew on the West Coast
Linked up with [?]
Just a humble nigga givin’ y’all the real shit
Life is more than just a nigga gettin’ hoes and riches
Yeah, difference between a boy and a man
You gotta get what you got and take what you can

[Verse 2: Manu Li]
Christ, for this shit all up in my life
Best case scenario my burials in near sight
Pessimist name [?]
[?] on the moon on shrooms
Mescaline, I’m masculine, I’m flexin’
You should be complying with the giant when he’s destined
The sparkle in my eyes, I really hope you shine
Big shot, Manu Li, it’s my time, I’mma start

[Verse 3: Omar Bunyan]
Five deep in the fourth seat, hard to watch it from the nose bleed
They say you wanna good girl then you should go to church
From what I heard now a days is where the hoes be
Side street, back seat, blowing OG
Tonight I’m chilling flow free like a cold breeze
I live my life and pay no mind to what these hoes need
For attention, go hard ’til the toes bleed

[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Verse 4: MENT Nelson ]
Even if I don’t want to, there’s nothing I won’t do, to prove I’m a friend
No matter the weather, I’m here for whatever, just say what it is
Cuz we all family, treat you like my closest kin
If we don;t know the score then how the hell we supposed to win

[Verse 5:]
I’ve got niggas my rolling with me, yeah we making a movement
Nelson taught me [?]
With Warm Brew, my whole crew, Superman, no phone booth
Never gotta change you hoes do, if a nigga want the funk then roll through
I got some partners that can never compare, we got some shit that flip your mind like that nigga foretell
All you niggas prepare, with my niggas making moves to a home in the Air, no doubt we rolling there

[Verse 6:]
Yeah then I’m about to go on strike with my niggas
From the weak and the whack that’s making tracks
Better take it back like a pimp in a ‘lac
Major monkey on a real bitch’s back
Makin’ money off hella sacks
Like I’m on fifth L put the money in the bag
Call a nigga up when you need some grass
Yea this motherfucking game ain’t (?)
And the partners I roll with play pop in the CD
I guarantee the head start bobbin’ and shakin’
You’ll like more then them hotdogs wrapped in bacon
From them (?) outside of the Staples Center
Man step on up if you thinking you a contender
To this ruggedly handsome playa that’s slim and slender
Yo’ bitch she want a union leader take it then I bend her, now go
[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

King Chip – Headed West (Intro) Lyrics

We’re on that Cleveland shit
My nigga Chip
We takin’ it down in Cali
To the West Coast
We doin’ some different shit
That Clevelafornia shit

Yeah, takin’ off, Burke Lakefront, and landin’
Burbank, hoppin’ of the PJ, toastin’
Nigga never gave a fuck about the police
Roll through Inglewood, ro-ro-roastin’

Chip the motherfucking guy
We on that expensive shit
What y’all know about LA?
Niggas want come down to LA
Most of these niggas don’t survive
But come from Cleveland

My whole hood’s can roll
Nigga was poor, all he got a lil’ dough
Moved to the Left Coast
Rapping everywhere I go
Cleveland

You’re build to last
You’re build to last
We on that expensive shit

Cleveland, hoe

These niggas ain’t ready
They ‘bout to get this word, listen

St. Clair
I’m headed west
I’m headed west

Dom Kennedy – California Lyrics

Aye Dom, so far I listened to your album
And I ain’t heard nothing you can post up and smoke a Black to

We don’t need you on this one
Ha ha, aye! Check it, aye!

Verse 1:
Y’all out of town niggas just don’t understand
We ain’t got the same mindset or the same plans
I done ran with my mans, instead of runnin’ to the man
Two shows back to back, got paid 50 grand
And a nigga like “damn, why you on ’em so tough”
Talkin’ that shit, cuz his bitch chose up
Tried to give her number in his face like “dammmmn,”
Then my nigga Jay 305 rolled up
PhreshCru attire, my niggas on fire
Them 15 inches wires, we put ’em on tires
Then roll up…pockets on swolla
Stand on Stockton, hearin’ choppas, not sober
Sometimes I feel like I’m still supposed to be there
And when I stop in the hood, I see Lil’ C there
I try to show them the hustle, instead of fortune and fame
It’s a mental battle now, I tell ’em put ’em on game
And niggas love how I do…
At the skatin’ rink, Girbaud down, Nike shoes
…Them hoes love how I do
Drinkin’ Hennessy on stage, House of Blues

Uh, cuz California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California

Verse 2:
Y’all out of town niggas just don’t understand
We ain’t got the same mindset or the same plans
I done ran with my mans, ‘stead of runnin’ to the man
Two shows back to back, got paid 50 grand
…I’m Dr. Dre to the streets
They wanna know when it’s gone release !
I tell ’em I do big thangs for you
Switch planes for you, got a nickname for you
C..A..L..I
A lot of girls fly to the West Coast cuz we here
Marquita from junior high ?, man I hope that she there
All my niggas gone bubble, tell yo homegirls come
All of ’em is in trouble, we don’t close ’til 1
Wake up at 1:30, In N Out ‘fore it close
Catch me in the drive thru, then spin out on these hoes
….Cuz they love how I do
Linked up with Big Von in the Bay, power moves

Uh, cuz California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California

Quinn – Full Circle

(Prod. ayokay)

(Intro: fade in)
They’re in love
They’re in love

(Chorus 1)
Aye, aye, words that I say
Downtown the light’s out but we choose to stay
I don’t know where this may go
These strangers know all the words in my songs
I tell she lovin’ our style
Shit makes her face red wheneva I smile
I lay down, takes off her clothes
Wake up, I leave for the door

(Verse)
Tell myself I don’t need a drink
I got champagne iced in the sink
They keep callin’ me for the link
Music’s there, but then still I think
I need ya!
Aye, aye, words that I say
East Coast to West Coast, we rhymin’ all day
I really do mean what I say
New York City to LA
Got me feelin’ like oh, no, we bout to blow
We just lay down, 16 songs in a row
You been told, this time you should know
(Now to get your girlfriend in the mood)
(Here’s a lil number by Quinn)

(Chorus 2)
Hey, baby, come inside of my room
I need you to leave out all of that news
I need you by my love and it’s all
Because you love me!
You don’t want me outta your sight
But I can’t stay here all of these nights
You need me by your side
And it’s all because you love me

(Verse 2)
And the man starts speakin’
That’s the sound of the week-end
Left my problems to dry
I’m loungin’ all in the deep end
I can chose whenever I wanna sleep in
So tell me where to go
And they can start peepin’ songs off my new album
Shit ain’t even got a title
Just started singin’, already shit on yo iDles
Smilin’ back at me as they rotated on vinyls
Sun-shaded vibes fill up a room and bloom with my arrival

(Bridge x2)
Roll one up then you pull one out
5 am when we go to sleep
And I’ll be up and I’m feeling good
This is how it’s supposed to be

(Chorus 1)

Cakes da Killa – New Phone (Who Dis) (Hedonism Album) letras

[Verse]
Really thought you was the Ken to my Barbie
I see I gotta dead you like Onika did Safaree
Quick to save face when we pumped through the lobby
Sucks that we couldn’t keep it buck, I’m sorry so…
Goodnight, booked flight, redeye on the West Coast
Promoters got my money so it’s on to the next show
All bark no bite, digging on my mental
Why you always fronting, keep it real it’s a essential
A smoking gun, razor blade on tongue
Mind games just for fun, should’ve hit it and run
Caught out on a limb, we should have kept it at done
Now I’m sitting in my feelings with my face on numb
Who’s that peeking in my window?
I guess they got the word out cause now your boy is single
I’ma hit the city up and I’m down to mingle
Player talking fly shit, I wonder what that mouth do

[Verse]
You think this shit is sweet like honey to a bee
I been attracting ballers and actors around me
I been here already, Jersey bred like Fetty
My come up is kinda steady so groupies be flocking heavy
The thirst is so cute, chickens up out the coop
They perched up on a roof just waiting on me to swoop
And here come my ex, he sitting there looking stressed
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like

[Interlude]
Yo it’s Cakes, if you got something sweet to say just leave your name and number after the beat, alright

[Pre-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?

[Chorus (2x)]
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don’t appreciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid

[Post-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?

[Verse]
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
Tummy getting flatter, ass getting fatter
Watch me serve it up, lil’ hex on a platter
And I’m blocking fools in my Gmail with the chatter
Watch me whip it up, top chef with the batter
New phone, who dis? Switch up my blueprints
Twist up my body on the ceiling leaving footprints
The best you ever had, had to re-up on some new shit
Feelings get you hurt coming at me on some rude shit

[Chorus]
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don’t appreciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid

[Post-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?

NF – Warm Up letras

[Intro]
Yeah
Something for the fans
Yeah

[Verse]
I’m the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home
I’m the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone
I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don’t
Please don’t bring up my issues unless you gon’ deal with your own
Please don’t try to pretend like you keep it real, though
Yeah it’s funny that you got a lotta money
But that money doesn’t buy you skills, though
I don’t care if I am on the billboards
On a killing spree
I’m about to kill more
Got a chain on
You paid a mill’ for
I mean what you people even live for?
I write raps, you steal yours, oh Lord (haha)
We just getting warmed up
Yeah, I said I was coming, I warned you
So close to the fans
I feel like they ride on my tour bus
You wanna know what I do in my downtime?
They come to my fortress
I apologize for all the corpses
It’s a mess right now
But I haven’t had time to put the rappers in the coffins
We ain’t talked in like six years
Why you writing me now?
I just turned 100k down
Just to keep the brand looking right, now (that’s real)
I ain’t bragging about the money
I’m just saying I ain’t controlled by the bank account
Or the bank amounts
I’m a business man
But don’t touch my money
I don’t play around
Lights out when the mics out
About to hit the West Coast
Hype crowds
I just put a record out
What you think I’m gonna pipe down?
Nah, I’ve been looking for a beat
Look what I found, woo
I mean everything is coming out of my mouth
Tried to tell me, yeah, I ain’t had the right sound
Oh, yeah, well
Tell me what you think now
Two records in the bag
I ain’t done, though
What’s coming next year?
Let me hear the drum roll
Don’t flow
Anybody wanna be the one to make an issue out of nothing?
Imma hit you with my iPhone
I know
I’m a little out of hand now
I ain’t looking for a handout
You didn’t like what I was doing last year
Which is funny ’cause you lookin’ like a fan now
Are you a fan now?
I kinda miss being broke
Now let me go back to my old days
When I used to walk into high school
And hand out my CD in hallways
I told all my teachers that I’d be a rapper
They smiled and looked at me, "Okay, that’s a pretty nice dream, but you better get a real job."
"Mmm, no way."
Yeah I live what you dreamin’
I could do this while I’m sleepin’
I ain’t the type that will bring up your name for nothing
But please, don’t give me a reason
I’m on the edge now
I ain’t playin’ with you
Never really been a fan of takin’ pictures
I’m just being honest, yeah
I’ll take it with you
Shows sellin’ out
Better get your tickets, oh Lord!
I got a love for the fans
I can’t express what it feels like
Sometimes I wonder if it’s even real life
Sometimes I look at the past and think about how I got here in the first place
You know the glove is my birthplace
I don’t wanna be rude
But I could get you on my worst days
Say nothing for me
Do it all the time
Yeah they barely workin’ while I’m workin’ overtime
Last year they like, "Who am I?"
Now this year they like, "You the guy."
Here’s a little something for your car rides
If they said I fell off
They all lied
Yeah, you know the logo
Better recognize
Yeah it’s Real Music
‘Till the day we die
Yah!

MC Eiht – Runn The Blocc (feat. Maylay) letras

[Intro: Young Maylay]

[Verse 1: Young Maylay]
Maylay shoot the shit since the youth that [?]
The big homies knew what fruit to pick, who was [?]
The missions for the [?]
Someone’s breakin’ and enterin’, others takin’, deliverin’, the caterin’, the kitchen men
The difference then, blacks owned hella houses
If you was snitchin’, wasn’t livin’ to tell about it
If you was right, we’d fight all day and night
But doing wrong, you on your own for life
I’m from Los Angeles, big guns, women, and canabis
Niggas can’t run from where the cameras is
Cause when the bird hit the light, it turn midnight bright
Another term for the chips, with the flicks and the kites
We like lowriders, and [?] motorcycles
The wheels go psycho, with rifles like [?]
Tell em’ Eiht, it’s West Coast, till my eyes closed
With one shot, plus a blindfold

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
One time, swoop up on the blocc tryna take mine
I hop some fences
Now it’s a footchase, tryna dash for freedom
It’s money over everything, we don’t see ‘em
Fuck the census, since I was a lad, it was hood to under motherfucker I’m bad
Sad day, the homie got jacked
And shot in the process, yeah that’s wack
I get em’ on everything, we get back
Necessary be the time, yeah when shit crack
Community resources the source be
My income streak, and they come so regularly
The enemy come, so ya better be ready G
So, when I aim, better hold it steadily
Shit, call it the warzone, life in the land
Where it’s follow the rules or they reprimand
I rep for the west, so the Eiht can handle
Compton for the hood’s what the fuck I stand for
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Hook]
I’m on the blocc, with a [?]
And a colt 45 like [?] got [?]
Still a nigga struggle, so the yay produce
It’s all for the money, so a nigga could lose
Cuz, it was Nissan trucks
And the ugly rat bitch, back then, was a duck
I told the hoe bitch, get the duck sick
Round up the baby gangsters, hit a lick
One shot, now it’s life upstate
The homie from the hood turned up my cell mate
Love for the hood
Hater motherfucker gave a nigga all day, but I stay all good
I hit the streets, right back in
One time’s on my coattails, niggas can’t win
That’s the motto, hustle hood rich
Compton all day, yes, fuck a bitch
Compton forever, West the best [?], yeah keep it together
When it’s cruising down the street, in a lowrider
Eiht and Maylay, all day, Westsiders

[Outro]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Outro: Young Maylay]

O.T. Genasis – Im Out Here (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Rhythm & Bricks Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Came up on a lotta bread
Gotta slow down, I been gettin’ a lotta head
Still sellin’ cocaine
Girl goin’ through my phone, I ain’t storin’ no names
Catch me if you can, bitch
Word around town, I’m the man, bitch
Sellin’ all these grams, bitch
Gotta grip the money like I’m ’bout to eat a sandwich
‘Bout bring the Mazi out
Money dance, Imma bring the Ricky Bobby out
Life in the fast lane
Smoke weed, pop pills, drink a lotta champagne
Met a bad bitch on Thursday
Took the bitch down on Thursday
Now she callin’ my phone early
Oh you thirsty, damn girl, you thirsty

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Out here stuntin’, out here hustlin’
Out here cuffin’ that bitch and she out here fuckin’
Out here thuggin’, out here puff a whole ounce
Tryna see that thing bounce, shake something
On the couch, yeah, break you off, yeah
Imma knock the pussy out, put it in her mouth, yeah
Fuck you mean, bitch, I’m out here
Don’t know where that pussy been so I ain’t goin’ down there
I got mushrooms in my lemonade
West Coast bitches gang bangin’
East Coast girls rollin’ Backwoods
My Down South girls love me cause I fuck ’em good
As you should

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here