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50 Cent – Baby By Me (Feat. Ne-Yo)

admin — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:19:01 +0000

[50 Cent Intro]
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire

Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire

[Verse]
Yeah she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious
Maybe this is, who i should make the missus
Let’s conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle i mean she hot like a kettle
Well me i’m strapped with the metal when i go hard for the bread
So i line you up and i dent you, you run you’re fucked when i catch you
You only eat cuz i let you i hate the fact that i met you
When you could say that you know me and act like i’m your homie..

[Case - 50 Cent - Chorus]
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go, baby I’m about to explode (Come on come on..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Yeah..)

[50 Cent Verse]
Haha.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..
She scratch my back when i’m strokin’ she scream she like it she open
I’m sittin’ back while she suckin’, she super freaky i love it
The sex is better than basic yeah that kitty kat yeah i chase it
She do it just how i like it position after position
Back stroke, short stroke, deep stroke listen
She down for pushin’ her limits that’s why i’m pushin’ up in it
Start kissin’ her lips, then i’m kissin’ her neck
When my tongue cause her tata then bet it can wet to it, easy..

[Case - 50 Cent - Chorus]
Touch me, tease me (Touch me baby..), feel me and caress me (Tease me baby..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go (50..), baby I’m about to explode (Whooo..!!)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (This is how it’s supposed to feel i said this is how it’s supposed to feel..)

[Case - 50 Cent - Verse]

I’ll spend the night with you (Haha..), if you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean..)
Cuz tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Work it out now.. Wooohoooo..!!)
I wanna make you fall in love, make you touch the stars above (Haha..)
Please me low and be my friend, i’ll come back and hit it again (And hit it again..)
And again, and again, and again (Again and again..)
Don’t go away (Yeah.. Come on girl..)

[Case - 50 Cent - Chorus]
Touch me, tease me (Make it feel good..) feel me and caress me (I mean real good..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go, baby I’m about to explode (Haha..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Yeah.. I can feel it.. Owwww!!)

[Foxy Brown - 50 Cent - Verse]
What, let me get that Lex nigga, sex, wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh..)
Who fucks slow with lear jets and coupes
My ones stackin’, you ain’t know that I be mackin’ (Nah..)
The extra set of keys, the thirty G’s
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin’ on your knees (Yeah..)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Ah!)
The fourty room palace, sippin’ cristal-ise

[Case - 50 Cent - Chorus]
Touch me, tease me (Yeah..) feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go (Now bend, and stretch come on..), baby I’m about to explode (Work it out.. I said work it out..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Come on break it down.. That’s how they break it down.. Haha..)

Touch me, tease me (This is what i call fun..) feel me and caress me (I’m havin’ so much fun..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go, baby I’m about to explode (I’m back to work..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Yeah..)

Kid Cudi – Make Her Say

admin — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:32:01 +0000

(Kid Cudi)
I make her say

(Lady GaGa)
Oh Ah Oh Oh Oh Ah Oh Oh (When I)
Pa-Pa-Pa poker her face
Pa-Pa poker her face (I make her say)
Oh Ah Oh Oh Ah Ah Ah Oh Oh (What up)
Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Her Face
(Me first)

(Kid Cudi)
She wanna have whatever she like
She can if she bring her friend
And we can have one hell of a night
Through the day
Ay I mean stand like a grouper cuz you gotta beeper
I mean Prime might be sayin you ain’t joggin either
But man ol’ girl gotta fat ol’ ass
Yeah the type to make you tell a bitch just dance
And fuck them otha niggas cuz you down for her bitches
And fuck them otha niggas cuz she down for the stickin
And fuck them otha niggas cuz hope down for some lickin
And fuck them otha bitches cuz she down for the trickin
I’m hoping she a rider
When it’s said and done will she spit it up and swallow
Now I ain’t got trip ’bout them niggas who like her
Cuz me and mommy know, could really make her go

(Lady GaGa)
Oh Ah Oh Oh Oh Ah Oh Oh (When I)
Pa-Pa-Pa poker her face
Pa-Pa poker her face (I make her say)
Oh Ah Oh Oh Ah Ah Ah Oh Oh (When I)
Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Her Face
Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Her Face
(Ay, What You Talkin Bout ‘Ye)

(Kanye West)
She said she want whatever she like
She said she gone’ bring her friend
Now we gone’ have a hell of a night
Through the day
I made her say
Hold up(Yea), Born in ‘88(Word)
How old is that(Damn)
Old enough
I got seniority with the sorority
So, that explain why I love college
Gettin’ brain in the library cause I love knowledge
When you use your Medulla Oblongata
And give me scoliosis until I comatoses
And do it while I sleep yeah a little osmosis
And that’s my commandment you ain’t gotta ask Moses
More champagne more toast’es
More damn planes, more coast’es
And fuck the bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa(osa)

(Lady GaGa)
Oh Ah Oh Oh Oh Ah Oh Oh (When I)
Pa-Pa-Pa poker her face
Pa-Pa poker her face (I make her say)
Oh Ah Oh Oh Ah Ah Ah Oh Oh (When I)
Pa-Pa-Pa poker her face
Pa-Pa poker her face
(I make her say)

(Common)
She said she want whatever she like
But she gotta bring your friend
We could have a hell of a night
Through the day
She blamed it on the A-A-A-A-A-Alcohol
She had her hair did, it was bound to fall
Down down for a damn, Cudi already said it
Her Poker Face book I’d already read it
But man her head was gooder than a music
Electro body, known to blow fuses
A stripper from the South
Lookin’ for a payday
Said, bitch you should do it for the love like Ray-J
But they say you be on that conscious tip
Get your hair right and get up on this conscious dick
I embody everything from the Gali to the party
It’s the way I was raised on the south side safari, so

(Lady GaGa)
Oh Ah Oh Oh Oh Ah Oh Oh (When I)
Pa-Pa-Pa poker her face
Pa-Pa poker her face (I make her say)
Oh Ah Oh Oh Ah Ah Ah Oh Oh (When I)
Pa-Pa-Pa poker her face
Pa-Pa poker her face

Can’t read my, can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
She’s got me like nobody
[X4]

Audio Push – Teach Me How To Jerk

admin — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 18:57:50 +0000

Can you teach me how to jerk, jerk, jerk?

[Chorus]
Jerkin’
Teach me how to jerk
Teach me, teach me how to jerk
Tech me how to jerk
Teach me, teach me how to jerk
Teach me how to jerk
Teach me, teach me how to jerk
Teach me how to jerk
Teach me, teach me how to jerk
Teach me how to, teach me how to, teach me how to jerk
Teach me how to, teach me how to, teach me how to jerk
Teach me how to, teach me how to, teach me how to jerk
Teach me how to, teach me how to, teach me how to jerk

[Price Tag]
Now let me come at a jerk
We got the potion
Next to the push
and leave they suckers open
I’m rejected and might leave a bad go
Now tell me if you can jerk in slow motion
Like earth, you know that my truth stick
Imma show you to my whole squad with them clean whips
Now watch me clean dip
You see the clean kicks
Try to jerk like me
I guarantee it’ll leave your team thrip
Pause, drop, go, stop
I let my chain bang, gang swang, go watch
Girls tell me when I jerk I look so hot
Cause’ I be jerkin’ like a churner
Make the boat rock
We killin’ the game and we hurt in the street
They say push on fire
We work in the heat
So pickett tryna do the dance
Work with your feet
Rock slow, drop low, and jerk to the beat

[Chorus]

[Oktane]
I just need ya to
Ok, hi I’m him
Hair hang low right up under my brim
We are them guys not concerned bout wind
It’s your time to jerk with them lights on dim
You know all you wanna do is keep it on me
I pose for the camera
Imma let em’ getta view
The ladies always love it when I’m doin’ what I do
They be sayin’ Oktane you just jerk so cute
Ok, I just …………………………………………………
Wanna copy of jerk, go ahead, you can have it
Dolla rockin be nice
And really ain’t really brung it
But stuntin is just tangible
Jerkin’ is the habit
I’m the reason that this shit make you wanna curse
She all up on the ……..
Cause she hear me on this verse
The ladies give me room
Cause they see when I work
And when I’m done
They be askin can you teach me how to jerk?

[Chorus]

[Both]
Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk
Ok. pause, step, now do that reject-ject, do that, do that reject
P-Pause, step, now do that reject-ject, do that, do that reject
Now put your knees to the ground and take it down digga down down down digga down take it down digga down
Just put your knees to the ground and take it down digga down down down digga down take it down digga down
And now we dippin dippin dippin hold that
dippin dippin dippin hold that
dippin dippin dippin hold that
dippin dippin dippin hold that
And you know how it go when I UFO, I UFO, UFO
Girl you know how it go when I UFO, I UFO, UFO

[Chorus]

Jay-Z – Empire State Of Mind

admin — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 17:11:48 +0000

[Jay-Z]
yeah
Yeah I’m out that Brooklyn.
Now I’m down in Tribeca.
Right next to DeNiro
But I’ll be hood forever
I’m the new Sinatra
And since I made it here
I can make it anywhere
(Yeah they love me everywhere)
I used to cop in Harlem
All of my Dominicanos (Hey yo)
Right there off of Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot
560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping Pastry
Cruising down 8th street
Off-white Lexus
Driving so slow
(but BK, it’s from Texas!!)
Me I’m out that BedStuy
Home of that boy Biggie
now I live on Billboard
and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ta-ta
Still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside
Knicks and Nets give me high-5
N**ga, I be Spiked out
I could trip a referee
…tell by my attitude that I’m MOST DEFINITELY FROM…

[Alicia Keys]
New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

[Jay-Z]
I made you hot n-gga,
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can,
you should know I bleed Blue, but I ain’t a crip tho,
but I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though,
welcome to the melting pot,
corners where we selling rocks,
Afrika bambaataa sh-t,
home of the hip hop,
yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back,
for foreigners it ain’t fitted act like they forgot how to act,
8 million stories out there and they’re naked,
city it’s a pity half of y’all won’t make it,
me I gotta plug a special and I got it made,
If Jeezy’s payin LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade,
3 dice cee-lo
3 card marley,
Labor Day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade,
long live the king yo,
I’m from the Empire State thats…

[Alicia Keys]
In New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

Welcome to the bright light..

[Jay-Z]
Lights is blinding,
girls need blinders
so they can step out of bounds quick,
the side lines is blind with casualties,
who sip the lite casually, then gradually become worse,
don’t bite the apple Eve,
caught up in the in crowd,
now you’re in-style,
and in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out,
the city of sin is a pity on a whim.
good girls gone bad, the city’s filled with them,
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,
everybody ride her, just like a bus route,
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin,
and Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church ends,
came here for school, graduated to the high life,
ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight,
MDMA got you feeling like a champion,
the city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien

[Alicia Keys]
One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
no place in the World that can compare,
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh
come on, come,
yeah,

[End]

The-Dream – Falsetto

admin — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 17:10:08 +0000

started out talkin right here
puttin it down like a muthaf**kin mack
sellin candy all up in my ear
she wanna be down like the D’s on the lac
slow dancin in the club
Her diamonds look like rainbows
she grindin on my …
she lookin for the pot of gold
we hope up in the AMG and indeed we in the westin
she puttin moves on me, i coulda swore shawy’s a wrestler
talkin all that shit soon as i hit
now i got her talkin like this
in a falsetto

she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah ooh
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah aah
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah ooh
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah aah

she tellin all her homies i’m the real deal
every time she leave the crib shawty be comin right back
she talkin dirty all up in my ear
and i’m finna put this dog right on her kitty cat
i wasn’t gon show u up
but then u got that liquor in u
callin last night fluke
actin like she didnt remember
i hopped up out the Lam and i’m finna defend my title
finna put your ass to bed
tell me which way would u like it
talkin all that shit soon as i hit
now i got her talkin like this
in a falsetto

she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah ooh
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah aah
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah ooh
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby

aah aah aah aah
in a falsetto

(guitar solo)

in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah ooh
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah aah
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah ooh
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah aah
in a falsetto

she said it feels just like her very first time
she said it feels just like her very first time

in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah ooh
in a falsetto

grind it, grind it
do it, do it
ooh ooh ooh ooh
grind it, grind it, grind it baby
grind it, grind it, grind it honey
grind it, grind it
now say it
ooh ooh ooh ooh

its all over now
u can come back down
we can talk in this key right here
but any time u want me to take u up
baby jump on this elevator
promise there aint nothin greater
take a shower
let’s take a shower
let’s take a shower
let’s take a shower
and i’ll meet u right back in a half an hour

ella ella
ella ella

Drake and Trey Songz – Successful

admin — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 17:01:30 +0000

[Intro - Trey Songz]
The money (money), the cars (cars)
The clothes (clothes), the hoes, I suppose…
yeah!

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Verse 1 - Drake]
Drizzy
Aw yeah, Trey I fuckin’ feel ya
They be starin’ at the money like it’s unfamiliar
I get it, I live it, to me there’s nothing realer
Just enough to solve your problems, too much’ll kill ya
And when I leave I always come right back here
The young spitter that everybody in rap fear
Alot of ya’ll are still sounding like last year
The game need change and I’m the motherfuckin’ cashier
Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed
Quarters of the kush shave the lines in my head
Take my verses too serious, you’ll hate me
Cause I’m the one to paint a vivid picture, no HD
Yeah, I want it all, that’s why I strive for it
Diss me, you’ll never hear a reply for it
Any award show or party, I get fly for it
But I know that it’s coming, I just hope that I’m alive for it

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Verse 2 - Drake]
Yeah, I want things to go my way
But as of late, alot of shit been going sideways
And my mother try to run away from home
But I left something in the car and so I caught her in the driveway
And she cried to me, so I cried too
And my stomach was soaking wet, she only 5′2″
And 48 hours all before I showed up
And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got poored up
Damn, my reality just set in
And even when the pantoms leased, them hoes wanna get in
I do alot of things hoping I never have to fit in
So try to keep up with my progress, it’s like a dead-end
My girl love me, but fuck it my heart beats slow
And right now the tour bus is looking like a freak show
And life change for us every single week so
it’s good, but I know this ain’t the peak though cause I want the

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[talking]
Alright well uh, aight
Why don’t you put that fucking cigarrette out
….
Making it to the top, all the way to the top
You need to go for the money, and not the money you know what I’m saying
Hahahaha, you know what I’m saying?

[Verse 3 - Drake]
Uh, why is words from a decent man
Back when I was trying to put a ring on Alicia hand
This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan
And my delivery has got me buzzing like the Pizza Man
In-person I am everything and more
I’m everywhere these other niggas never been before
But inside I’m treading water, steady trying to swim to shore
I’m on a shopping spree to get whatever is in store
Yeah, just call me “Shopping Bag Drizzy”
Or call me “Mr. Damn, he ain’t coppin’ that, is he?”
And fans that he freshmen, it’s about to get iffy
While this young’n that you doubted is about to get busy
I’ma kill it, I promise, that’s how I know ya mad
I’ve always treated my city like some shoulder pads
The big homie, use a flash if you must
And I swear I ain’t asking for much, all I want is the

[Chorus - Trey Songz] (Drake & Lil Wayne)
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful (D: yeah, that’s all I want man)
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful (W:you gotta tell ‘em Trey)

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Drake talking]
Yeah, it’s like I, it’s like I know what I wanna say
I just don’t know how to say it… to you

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
Uh
Pardon the swag, but bitch it’s Car-tey
Long bread, I don’t eat shortcake, how come I can’t
miss a woman like I can’t miss court dates
Cheese, but she’s not in this portrait
And yeah, life’s fine, but I don’t portray
I’m on the other side, but it is a short gate
I don’t want the glow, I want the glo-ray
And I’ma fuck the world, but this is just foreplay
Tired of hearing bullshit, bring on the cow shit
Haven’t met a smell that’s stinkier then our shit
Haha, and that’s word to Toronto
So high up, I got birds in the condo
Ha, ain’t that a female dog
Ask her who I am to her, and she yell “God”
Weezy Baby, I go re-al hard
No further details boy

Diddy Dirty Money – Angels

admin — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 16:59:09 +0000

Biggie:
Uh, uh, uh
Ain’ no shook hands in brook-lyn
auto futigued then fitigue the enemy
look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up
moms crotched up over the casket screamin bastard
cryin, know my friends is lyin
i know who killed em’ filled em with them lugers from they rugers on they deserts
dyin’ aint the shit but it’s pleasant kinda quiet watch my niggas bring the riot

Diddy:
Came from the heavens just to sing a song for you
To the rythym of my love for you, and now it’s beating slow, and you know
this the end of the road when i sing this slow song for you you
And love was nothin but another gun for you
And I would hide it in my hopeless soul
I’m not afraid to go down the road where we go, i don’t know, you can hear them callin, don’t you, when the angels call like

Chorus: Diddy/Dawn
yoooooooooooo
if you don’t wanna stay you can goo
but since love don’t live here no more
the angels are flying so low, singing to you (don’t you hear me callin you)
he’s the one you love (cause i hear them callin me)
and he’s the one you trust (now that time is almost through)
time is runnin out (there’s nothin left to do)
when they’re callin you
When the angels call like (i answer)

Verse 2:
calling, for you, i will tell the angels now
let them turn back in to stone
i do, love you, it’s true
fire, climbing
we ignore the angels call
they were warnings after all
it’s cool, if i, pick you
when the angel’s call like

Dizzee Rascal – Dance Wiv Me

admin — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 19:01:15 +0000

What’s up darling?
I’ve been keeping my eyes on your movements
I can’t see no room for improvement
But why you all alone over there on your jack jones?
You need to let me get behind your backbones
Cus I’m the man for the job let me work it
I won’t waste no time I’ll make it worth it
100 percent, i’ll make it perfect
you got a body to die for, let me merk it
Now it’s murder on the dance floor
I want to take this further than the dance floor
I aint forcefield but I’m still hardcore
You’re going to give me everything I ask for
It’s not a long ting, you’re a boomting
Maybe more than a hotel room ting
I’ll never know if I just walk past
I really want to dance so I guess I’ll just ask

She aint no oh
Look at those thighs, it’s in her eyes she’s good to go
She can satisfy my mind body and soul

Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come dance with me
I see you glance at me
That’s why I’m asking B
So let’s party B
Come and dance with me

If I’m out on my own
Then I can look at you, looking at me
If I’m out on a date
Then I just shut my eyes, then I can’t see
Get away from the bar
Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar
And dance with me

I see you glance at me
That’s why I’m asking B
So let’s party B
Come and dance with me

Yo! It goes on and on
I see you get excited like, this is my song
You think I want to get involved, you’re not wrong
Cus I’ve been waiting for this moment all night long
So I creep creep creep like TLC
I’ve got my left eye checking out your scenery
I’ve got my right eye right where it needs to be
No matter how I look at it, you look good to me
Still, I’m looking for the perfect view
The way I see it that’s right next to you
I know you’ve probably heard it before but I still
I love the way you flex like that for real
So don’t stop doing what you do when you do it
I just wanna be a part of it when you do it
I feel like a wolly if I don’t pursue it
And I can’t go through it so let’s go to it

She aint no oh
Look at those thighs, it’s in her eyes she’s good to go
She can satisfy my mind body and soul

Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come dance with me
I see you glance at me
That’s why I’m asking B
So let’s party B
Come and dance with me

I know you didn’t come out to stand and stare
You bought new shoes and you did up your hair
You made a real effort tonight and it shows
I can tell by your face you don’t wanna be alone
Cus the mood is right and the time is now
And if you can’t do it I’ll show you how
All you gotta do is get loose, let go
Just spark up your shades, put your skills on show

Oh
If I’m out on my own
Then I can look at you, looking at me
If I’m out on a date
Then I just shut my eyes, then I can’t see
Get away from the bar
Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar
And dance with me

I see you glance at me
That’s why I’m asking B
So let’s party B
Come and dance with me

Jay-Z – Run This Town [Ft. Kanye West & Rihanna]

admin — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 18:56:13 +0000

Jay-Z Run This Town (Feat. Kanye West & Rihanna) Lyrics

Rihanna
Feel it coming in the air
Hear the screams from everywhere
I’m addicted to the the thrill (I’m Ready)
It’s a dangerous love affair (C’mon)
Can’t be scaring nickels down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that’s on my mind
Is who gon’ run this town tonight
Is who gon’ run this town tonight
We gon’ run this town

Jay-Z
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get y’all fatigues on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds, riding with they Dillingers
I get more in-depth if you boys really real enough
This is La Familia, I’ll explain later
But for now, let me get back to this paper
I’m a couple bands down and I’m tryna get back
I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah, I’m talking five comma six zeroes dot zero ?
Back to running circles ’round niggas, now we squared up
Hold up

Rihanna
Life’s a game but it’s not fair
I break the rules so I don’t care
So I keep doing my own thing
Walking tall against the rain
Victory’s within the mile
Almost there, don’t give up now
Only thing that’s on my mind
Is who gon’ run this town tonight

Heeeeeeeeey heeeeeeay
Heeeeeeeeey heeeeeeay
Who gon’ run this town tonight?

Jay-Z
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar
Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are
Microphone fiend, it’s the return of the God, peace God
And ain’t nobody fresher
I’m in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela
On the table, screaming f@#k the other side, they jealous
We got a bankhead full of broads, they got a table full of fellas
And they ain’t spendin’ no cake
They should throw they hand in, ’cause they ain’t got no spades
My whole team got dough
So my bankhead is lookin’ like Millionaires’ Row

Heeeeeeeeey heeeeeeay
Heeeeeeeeey heeeeeeay
Who gon’ run this town tonight?

Kanye West
It’s crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
To everybody on your dick, no homo
I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos
Next time I’m in church, please no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This a fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think I rap for? To push a f@#kin’ Rav 4?
But I know that if I stay stunting
All these girls only gon’ want one thing
I could spend my whole life good will hunting
Only good gon’ come is it’s good when I’m coming
She got an ass that’ll swallow up her G-string
And up top, uh, two bee stings
And I’m beasting, off the re-sling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that you do bring
I’m just tryna change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoestrings?
What’s that, Ye? Baby, these heels
Is that a May-what? Baby, these wheels
You trippin’ when you ain’t sippin’, have a refill
You feelin’ like you run it, huh?
Now you know how we feel

Jay-Z
Wha’sup?
Rihanna
Heeeeeeeeey heeeeeeay
Heeeeeeeeey heeeeeeay
Jay-Z
Wha’sup?

Rihanna
Heeeeeeeeey heeeeeeay
Heeeeeeeeey heeeeeeay
Who gon’ run this town tonight?

Jay-Z
Wha’sup?

C-Ride – Money Round Here

admin — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 19:04:39 +0000

Back off
We gon – we, we gon put the recession on hold tonight homie – feel me
Heyyyy
Everytime I hit the club (club)
Everybody know
I pull up in the chevy with the suicide doors an
Shawty diggin me coz she know who i are like
Take out all this money and slam in on the bar like
Gimme that cup (cup)
Pour out Nouveau and
I’m not leavin’ here so don’t turn the lights on and
Hit the v.i.p. everytime i come through
Get the grass shawty and show’em what they dooo
Nigga we get money round here
Heyyyy – the gang gettin’ funny round here
Heyyyy – nigga we gettin’ money round here
Heyyyy – nigga we gettin’ money round here

Hold up – wait, you know I gotta have it
Model after model, I’m a bad chick magnet
She see them suicides sittin’ outside
Chevrolet flyin’ we dodgin’ power lines
Talk to’em, paint wet see it drip off
An baby you can kiss it you don’t need lip gloss
She just another tryin’ to ride on