Snoop Dogg and His Son’s New Reality Show Looks Amazing

Here’s some facts you probably know about Snoop Dogg:

1. He’s a rap icon
2. He likes weed. A lot.
3. He changed his name to ‘Snoop Lion’ for a time but has now changed it back.

Now here’s something you might not know:

His 17-year-old son, Cordell, is one of the top NCAA football recruits in the country. No shit.

Cordell gets his love of the gridiron from his dad, who’s coached pee wee football and even created a league where his son got his start as a kid. The two have now teamed up on a new reality show for ESPN called Snoop & Son: A Dad’s Dream that’ll follow them as they navigate Cordell’s college prospects, review game tapes and do normal family stuff like wash dishes. ESPN released the first trailer for the show yesterday and — no lie — it looks really good. Give it a look, above.

Sybyr – Fusion Lyrics

[Intro]
‘Ringe
Gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk (Gawk, gawk)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
I feel like a demon, I look like a witch
Don’t get so mad I’m intriguin’ your bitch
Got flax on my feet ’cause I’m Flaxringe
While all of these rappers are making me cringe
Nah, rather just makin’ me singe all of my hair on my scalp, like a fridge
Plot on the puss like ESPN, I look like the prettier lesbian
I’m missing the Helly all over my skin
You’re already f**ked, ’cause you know that I win
I’m done with that noise, it goes all in the bin
If we gotta spar, I’ll be glad to go skin
I’m tired of f**kers, if you never noticed
I’m mentally trained so I dealt with your bogus
I grew on the ‘net unaware of your presence (Yuh)
So f**k all that rapping, I work for the vengeance

[Chorus]
Evil Nigga needle fusion
I do what you won’t pursue, bitch
Evil Nigga needle fusion
Go and ask what I be doing
Evil Nigga needle fusion
I do what you won’t pursue, bitch
Evil Nigga needle fusion (Yuh, yuh)
Go and ask what I be doing (Yuh)

[Verse 2]
Gotta make it super clear for the folks (Right)
You don’t know me, you a coon, not a bro (Right)
f**k a little school, f**k a clique, f**k a show (Right)
Shitting on me then, but now, where did you go? (Where?)
f**k a relation, I’m slutty for sure (Slut)
Took one time, now I’m aiming for the throats (Throats)
Took a lot of L’s, now I’m turning them to foes (Foes)
But f**k all that beef, I’ll leave that on the road (On the road)

[Chorus]
Evil Nigga needle fusion
I do what you won’t pursue, bitch
Evil Nigga needle fusion
Go and ask what I be doing
Evil Nigga needle fusion
I do what you won’t pursue, bitch
Evil Nigga needle fusion
Go and ask what I be doing

Call Dwyane Wade’s 12-Year-Old Child Zaya

Dwyane Wade appeared on Ellen DeGeneres’ talk show to promote ESPN’s documentary based on the basketball player: D Wade: Life Unexpected. But things took a more heartwarming turn as Wade opened up about his 12-year-old child, Zaya. “We take our roles and responsibilities as parents very seriously,” Wade told DeGeneres. “So, when our child comes home with a question, when our child comes home with an issue, when our child comes home with anything, it’s our job as parents to listen to that to give them the best information that we can, the best feedback that we can, and that doesn’t change now that sexuality [and gender] is involved.”

Wade and his wife Gabrielle Union have been very outspoken about their support for Zaya. Following a December interview in which Wade referred to his child with she/her pronouns, he revealed that she later sat down with him and Union, asking to be called Zaya as she journeys into her new identity. In that initial interview, Wade vocalized his family’s support of Zaya, saying, “nothing changes with my love.”

Related | Dwyane Wade Supports His 12-Year-Old’s Gender Identity

Wade described his reaction to DeGeneres. “I looked at her and said ‘You are a leader,'” he said. “‘It’s our opportunity to allow you to have a voice.’ Right now, it’s through us because she’s 12 years old, but eventually it will be through her.”

As Wade and Union continue to empower Zaya, they are seeking advice and information from family and friends as to how they can most effectively help their child become her best self. Additionally, Wade and Union also actively work with GLSEN to fight discrimination against LGBTQ+ individuals, thus creating safer spaces for queer and trans kids everywhere. We love to see it. And so does the internet:





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Dirtydiggs – Obey Your Thirst Lyrics (feat. Lyric Jones)

Verse 1

Stella Artois
Clink clink glass
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
Summon the valet, both foreign cars
Straight shot down Ventura Blvd
ESPN my channel of choice
He Grabbing my waist making me moist
Baritone voice
Thinking bout a couple hours prior
Now I’m here victim to desire
Shiiiiit I’m late 20 body lovely
Brown sugar butter so these rappers love me
Nubian queen goddess Steeze
Rip mics by any means
So can’t blame em
So lucky night for homie that’ll remain nameless
Let him taste me as the vinyl crackled
Coltrane
Ignited the propane, pure fuego
The next morning, got omelette and Toast before he hit Diego
Left his blazer with my fragrance mango

Verse 2
He said I never promised a rose garden
I’m like I beg ya pardon
Phone tag, missed calls
Late texts
No sense urgency, he got the draws great sex
Even the flyest of us get curved
Failed tests
Cyclical, obeying the thirst
Makes amo for a ill verse
While these chicks is butt hurt
Mastered the keep it moving tunnel
Vision still choosing
Never Stacy dash cluelesss
Can’t lie
When why I close my eyes
I can feel him kissing up my inner thigh
Bite his bottom lip, got his appetite high
Then its like I blink and he saying goodbye
So I’m here helping tying his double Windsor
Jos a bank signature
Went from all mine to a visitor
Too heated for a fire extinguisher
My thoughts sinister
Us, we to me, singular

Yelawolf – Keep on Rollin Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
One, two, one

[Verse 1: Cub da CookUpBoss]
Salute me when you see me bitch, I’m the cook up boss
[?] life up in this bitch, now you gotta break me off
I party like a rockstar, you see me hoe
Henny where I put in work, best believe it hoe
See I am not a rapper, although, I’m something else
So I’ma turn it up a notch ’cause I don’t need these niggas help
Fuck y’all, not you, I mean all of y’all
I’m ESPN with this rappin’ shit, check my stats on how I ball
My elevator goin’ up, I’m never slowin’ up
‘Cause they gonna need a little more than lean
‘Cause I’m never givin’ up
I focused like I’m on some adderall
I got no review and no brakes, and I’m runnin’ out of patience

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Henry]
Look at all this blood on my hands
Look at all these hands on my plate
Niggas that say that they real
They be the first ones to hate
Look at all the shit in my life
Did a lot of dirt to get stripes
But at the end of that night
Still need more than sacrifice
I’m the solo Orlando
Quartez [?] my family
We still goin’ commando, any business gets handled
Once the picture is painted, ain’t no way we can swerve
Get out what we put in, everything we deserve
Feelin’ good, feelin’ great, flights in and out of state
Must be in my DNA, the way I keep this shit straight
Fist full everyday, clips fool everyday
For whoever wanna play, boy I’m bustin’ out the gate

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Uh, kinda like a Friday I feel
Kinda like a highway I feel, yeah
Hard white like a coke deal
Rollin’ with a spoke on the front wheel
Hardly in the wind, I’m tuned in
Let the grips underneath my rings, my teeth bling
Permanent pirate, slum to the dirt
Crown me king, imperial poet
Lace my bud with LSD
Picture me floatin’ at 16
Play with the ouija board ’til the Devil lost his focus
Mental wars, built me up
Veteran soldier, pistol totin’
Sharp as a sickle, drippin’, broken
Wish you would, I ain’t hopin’
Like a creek to an ocean eventually connects
I found my way into that wave and rode it with respect
Now some of these country boys are rappin’, but have no intellect
No introspective on the genre, just out there for that check
But fuck the world, I’m no lie detector
And if you’re conscious does not affect ya
[?] find investors
Monetize the lies you perfected
That’s a slippery slope to no end
But hey, that’s the way it goes then
After the show they close in
When you’re burning the wick at both ends

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah

[Outro]
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sheck Wes – WESPN Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mudboy
Bitch
E-S, E-S, ESPN
They don’t like my rap style (Nah)
Now they want features (Nah)
I turned all my doubters, into my believers (Sheck Wes)
Arguin’ my damn ma (Fuck)
Fightin’ with my teachers (Bitch)
Skip my game for the fashion show (For the show)
One of my best decisions (Facts)
Backwood addiction (I got it)
I got a Backwood addiction
Ain’t the THC, that’s facts, non-fiction
Or is this shit fiction?
But remember in school, I ain’t pay attention
In school, I ain’t pay attention

[Chorus]
I watched E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him (Yeah)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S

[Verse 2]
Goin’ through a damn phase (Through a phase)
Goin’ through a damn change (Cosmos)
Goin’ through my damn passport (Passport)
I been goin’ through these damn pages
Smokin ‘on matter
Hoes sniffing on powder (Sniff, sniff)
The money bring the power
But the money bring you problems, so when..
You niggas can stuck, don’t call
Please don’t call, don’t call Sheck, Wes no more
Cause I ain’t pickin’ up my mothafuckin’ phone (Bitch)

[Refrain]
Do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough

[Chorus]
E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S (Bitch)

[Verse 3]
They just want the turnt shit (Turn up, bitch)
They don’t like the sad music (Nigga, burn up)
Sheck Wes been in a sad state (A sad state)
You ain’t never had to do shit, huh? (Never)
You ain’t never had to (Fuck) go through shit (Bitch)
You ain’t ever have to (Fuck) go and shoot shit (Never)
You ain’t never had to (What?) go and shoot shit
‘Cause you ain’t never had to go through shit
You ain’t, you ain’t never had to

[Refrain]
That’s, that’s why do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talking about the motherfuckin’ dough (Bitch)

[Outro]
ESPN, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN (Kyrie)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more (Bitch)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
W-E-S, E-S
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)

N.E.R.D – ESP lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
You got energy, but you ain’t gonna use it
You got so much time, but you ain’t gonna use it
You got so much space, but you ain’t gonna use it
You got a great big mind, but you ain’t gonna use it
We got this energy, but you ain’t gonna use it
You got so much light, but you ain’t gonna use it
You got such good taste, but you ain’t tryna use it
Other side to your brain, but you ain’t tryna to use it
You got an extra eye, but you ain’t tryna to use it
Remember what you find ’cause you’re finna lose it

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Walking around with the energy of the hot summers
Spread to go weird, and illuminated degrees
The evil incarnates, they wanna take it from us
But, I walk with a force they can’t penetrate my beliefs
Hey, workers of mass destruction
Influence your patterns
The energy of a thousand suns
The energy in everyone

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
The energy baby (whoo), the energy baby
The energy baby, the energy baby (Hey)

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
You got energy, but you ain’t gonna use it
You got so much time, but you ain’t gonna use it
You got so much space, but you ain’t gonna use it
You got a great big mind, but you ain’t gonna use it
We got this energy, but you ain’t gonna use it
You got so much light, but you ain’t gonna use it
You got such good taste, but you ain’t tryna use it
Other side to your brain, but you ain’t tryna to use it
You got an extra eye, but you ain’t tryna to use it
Remember what you find ’cause you’re finna lose it

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
(Hey)
Don’t be surprised if the guilty is among us
Don’t kill them, cut ’em, then you let them be
‘Cause the enemy is humongous culture poachers
And they score their points by censoring the free
Hey, workers of mass distraction
Try to make you branded cattle
The energy of a thousand suns
(Don’t let them get you down, ’cause you got the)
The energy (Mmhm)
In everyone (That’s good)

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
The energy baby (In you), The energy baby (In me)
The energy baby (You can’t see), The energy baby (Just believe)

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Energy (believe), energy (believe), energy (believe)
Energy (believe), energy (believe), energy (believe)
Energy (believe), energy (believe), energy (believe)
Energy (believe), energy (believe), energy (believe)
Energy (believe), energy (believe), energy (believe)
Energy (believe), energy (believe), energy (believe)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
You know that you got it right when people ask, “Hey, what are you on?”
Well, this is the vivid state that revolutions are born
Did you ever realize that universe just means one song
Your soul knew it all along, you were dancing when you were born
Yeah

[Chorus 2: Pharrell Williams]
Contemplating time and space
Light is raging then erase
How I stand in the same place?
Connect the million by the waist (Skrt, skrt)
ESPN with the mace
It come to me when I gaze
And when I listenin’ to waste
My mind receive it then it plays

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Forward, forward, forward, forward
But it takes you just to lay back, lay back, lay back
Lean forward, forward, forward
I think it’s really cool to lay back, lay back, lay back
Come on and lean forward, forward, forward
They keep telling you to lay back, lay back, lay back
But you gotta lean forward, forward, forward, forward
They say come on man lay back, lay back, lay back

[Verse 4: Shay Haley & Pharrell Williams]
It’s what possessed the slave to look in the river (Shoo, shoo)
The hate saw his true master, fuck is a mister?
(He was always master, hey)
And sober is the only worthy system (Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo)
And he’s the co-creator with the giver

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Detach yourself (let go, let go, let go, let go, let go)
Re-pack yourself
Be back yourself (let go, let go, let go, let go, let go)
And dream as yourself
Be seen as yourself (let go, let go, let go, let go, let go)
Beam as yourself
Scream as yourself (let go, let go, let go, let go, let go)
And be king of yourself

[Chorus 2: Pharrell Williams]
Contemplating time and space
Light is raging then erase
How I stand in the same place?
Connect the million by the waist (Skrt, skrt)
ESPN with the mace
It come to me when I gaze
And when I listenin’ to waste
My mind receive it then it plays

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Hittin’ forward, forward, forward (Believe, forward, forward)
Lean forward, forward, forward (Believe, forward, forward)
Come on now lean forward, forward, forward
(Believe, forward, forward)
But you gotta lean forward, forward, forward
(Believe, forward, forward)

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah
Believe…
Believe…
Believe…
Believe…

Lil B – Getting Hot (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
It’s a hot night tonight in the Bay Area
West Coast
We on motherfucking top, let’s go

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 1]
Niggas get shot when I come in
Raise hell in the party, go dumb again
Young nigga, I might die
So I go dumb, every fucking night
I ain’t no bitch, I be in the club
20 young girls, fucking with a thug
She don’t need ID when she fuck with me
She just left prom, now she fuck with me
Berkeley in this bitch with my eyes red
Finna grow out my dreads and bust a head
All we do is go dumb, and shake feds
This is for international, Black Arthur
Gentrify me? I beg your pardon
I might have clip with a 30 in it
I might fuck a bitch, then smoke a sack
Tell all these hoes Lil B back

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 2]
I ain’t never had a … imma keep it real
Everyday my head up, when I’m in the field
Yeah, I gained weight, so I’m sizing up
I’m a fat nigga, I don’t give a fuck
Donald Trump won, bitch twerk sum
Catch a bitch on a [?], put her on a [?]
Fuck that shit, imma spazz out
Fuck this shit bitch, cash out
You can go dumb if you wanna
Got a bitch on a speaker in the corner
Shout out Wiz Khalifa, I’mma stoner
It gets hot in California
Rep that squad in your face
Bitch, everybody down to catch a case
Real talk, this party turnt up
Lil B worldwide, man its one love

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 3]
This is for my street niggas who ain’t in the club
You ain’t let us in the club, now we run the club
I be chewing in my fork with a …
Tryna keep my teeth clean in this …
I done hit a couple licks I ain’t acting
Ride with the FN I ain’t fronting
Hit you with the motherfucking strap once
Have you crouched over like a monk
Every time we go out don’t know how to act
Cal Berkeley locker room, tryna flip the pack
Walking down Telegraph, and B Town
So many bitches in the streets now
Still hitting licks for the rebound
ESPN that’s me now
See a fine chick that’s me now
Catch a bad bitch for the rebound

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

Lil Debbie – Summer Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ten toes down, head is in the sky though
Name another bitch going hard as I go
I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though
Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe
Go bigger, pouring up the liquor
Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen
And going bigger, go figure
Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher
In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 2]
Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder
Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler
Just another way to say I’m going bigger
Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold
But still a stoner!
All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder
Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper
Started with a vision turned it to a dollar
Tried to shut us down but now we got the power
Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side
Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side
Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride
Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide
Fuck that!
Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear ’em out
Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about
Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary
Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary
I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown
I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone
Touchdown, touchdown
Pass another swisher, I could bust down
Looking for the winners, look at us now
Real Shit!

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 3]
They either love me, or they hate me for it
Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it
Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it
Same business only difference is they pay me for it
Swaggin’ only taking wins, I think you best be in
All we talk about is balling like ESPN
I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit
I’m the motherfucking pilot
Now my diets vegetarian
More green, bitch we eating, give me more green
Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean
Different city, still winning like the home team
Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team
Lord!
And I ain’t even wanna have to do ’em like that
I react, bitches hating when you moving like that
I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit
Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch
Now you see me though

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

Lil Debbie – Summer

[Verse 1]
Ten toes down, head is in the sky though
Name another bitch going hard as I go
I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though
Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe
Go bigger, pouring up the liquor
Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen
And going bigger, go figure
Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher
In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 2]
Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder
Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler
Just another way to say I’m going bigger
Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold
But still a stoner!
All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder
Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper
Started with a vision turned it to a dollar
Tried to shut us down but now we got the power
Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side
Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side
Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride
Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide
Fuck that!
Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear ’em out
Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about
Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary
Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary
I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown
I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone
Touchdown, touchdown
Pass another swisher, I could bust down
Looking for the winners, look at us now
Real Shit!

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 3]
They either love me, or they hate me for it
Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it
Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it
Same business only difference is they pay me for it
Swaggin’ only taking wins, I think you best be in
All we talk about is balling like ESPN
I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit
I’m the motherfucking pilot
Now my diets vegetarian
More green, bitch we eating, give me more green
Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean
Different city, still winning like the home team
Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team
Lord!
And I ain’t even wanna have to do ’em like that
I react, bitches hating when you moving like that
I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit
Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch
Now you see me though

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

Young Lito – I Love This Game (In Due Time Album)

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 1: Young Lito]
Young fly nigga, foreign car whipper
Chick hitter, the girl you love, I probably dissed her
Balling, I should be on ESPN
Instead I’m in the suite with a lesbian
I love the homies but me and money, best of friends
Got racks in any jeans that you catch me in
Plus I still got the grip on me, I don’t slip homie
Take your life, leave your kids and your bitch lonely
On my job, putting it on for the squad
Used to be selling hard, now making hits like the mob
Whatever you want, baby girl it ain’t a problem
You see a nigga living large, Lito

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 2: Young Lito]
VIP full of Rose, I got the best hoes
I used to buy my chicks chains with the XOs
Now I’m pushing whips you see at the expos
Haters talk slick ’til they get exposed
I’m a young, lit nigga, call me killa yeah
Froze me with the gear, ice, no frigidaire there
Neck blinging, niggas scared, got bullets they could share
Get hoes by the pair, Young Lito nigga yeah

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 3: Troy Ave ]
Out in Arizona all my Spanish bitch balling
Fucking with some other birds on my dirty phone
Multitask, I get multi-cash
Me and hoes, smoking blunts, burning mo’ top gas
240 on my latest, I got multi-dash
Boys that I floss and they all so fast
Getting neck in ’em, I got bow tie swag
But its more than suitable to put you niggas in the grass

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

Nicki Minaj – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

[Verse 2]
TBA

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

[Bridge]
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
I’ma need some fresh air, bitch

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

NICKI MINAJ – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
I’ma need some fresh air, bitch

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

CJ Fly – Get It Done Lyrics

[Intro]
You niggas got me fucked up
You niggas got it fucked up
You niggas got it fucked up
Fly!

[Verse 1]
Eyes all red it don’t matter though
Kitty catapult put a cat on pole
Had defense but never guard the ho
Ain’t it green still eatin’ at your artichoke
Drivin the whips that you outta know
Lately I’ve been feeling like I’m on the road
And the whitties that be with me they be on ya ball
Plus the pot that I got it ain’t on ya stove
And it ain’t in ya kitchen
Mindstate of a [?] and I’m making a killin’
Though I’m makin a livin’
Turkeys to my city so it’s thanks that I’m givin’
[?]
Bunch of niggas with me like a civil rights sit in
I’m great with advice but just bad with decisions

[Hook 1] (x2)
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Gotta make myself my own plate
There ain’t a task I had that I ain’t never complete
And I’m doin pretty good so who am I to complain
That’s why I’m sayin

[Break] (x4)
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
G-g-g-g

[Beat Change]

[Break]
G-g-g-g
G-g-g-g
G-g-g-g
G-g-g-g
Fly!
G-g-g-g

[Hook 2: Devontée]
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
My hood holdin me to get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
My hood holdin me to get it done

[Verse 2: Devontée]
I had to get me some
Ballin’ out like ESPN
Timb’s tan like they was in the sun
With my woes we’ll never run, no
You could tell I’m gone
Remember when I had a telephone
Text message say my minutes done
Tell em all they can’t tell us nothin’ no mo’
Now my plan’s unlimited, tryna’ get my grams unlimited
I gotta peel off of livin’ this
So ya’ll know what my limit is
All I need is some dividends
Woah!
So my mind like a militant
I know the plug for the middle man
Got ‘Bare Tings’ but they know I ain’t a middle man
They know I get it done and I get it in
Woah

[Outro] (x28)
Get it done

Young Lito – I Love This Game (In Due Time Mixtape)

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 1: Young Lito]
Young fly nigga, foreign car whipper
Chick hitter, the girl you love, I probably dissed her
Balling, I should be on ESPN
Instead I’m in the suite with a lesbian
I love the homies but me and money, best of friends
Got racks in any jeans that you catch me in
Plus I still got the grip on me, I don’t slip homie
Take your life, leave your kids and your bitch lonely
On my job, putting it on for the squad
Used to be selling hard, now making hits like the mob
Whatever you want, baby girl it ain’t a problem
You see a nigga living large, Lito

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 2: Young Lito]
VIP full of Rose, I got the best hoes
I used to buy my chicks chains with the XOs
Now I’m pushing whips you see at the expos
Haters talk slick ’til they get exposed
I’m a young, lit nigga, call me killa yeah
Froze me with the gear, ice, no frigidaire there
Neck blinging, niggas scared, got bullets they could share
Get hoes by the pair, Young Lito nigga yeah

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 3: Troy Ave ]
Out in Arizona all my Spanish bitch balling
Fucking with some other birds on my dirty phone
Multitask, I get multi-cash
Me and hoes, smoking blunts, burning mo’ top gas
240 on my latest, I got multi-dash
Boys that I floss and they all so fast
Getting neck in ’em, I got bow tie swag
But its more than suitable to put you niggas in the grass

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

Jay-Z – Oh My God

Pops sped off, left mom with a bundle of
Joy of boys, smack dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision, but he would soon become a mogul but
First he brought that crack back like a yo-yo though
Don’t play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hating on me, its all good
I’m buying things like my shit don’t stink
Gucci links and Gucci gooses, watching too many movies
Bullet proof this,
Had some nerve like pulling toothes
When you 16, coming through roofless
Yea ya boy ruthless
Like ice cube was
Turn the whole city on I’m the new plug
So if this is ya first time hearing this
You about to experience
Someone so cold
A journey, seldom seamed the american dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe
They call me hov

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

Now I’m knee deep in the concrete
Like the streets made a quicksand that?s beyond deep
I got a chemical romance, two left feet
So now I dance with the devil please G.O.D.
Save me from the black parade, release me
My life like grand theft auto PSP
I’m in the Volvo, puffin on the lala
Ducking from the popo
Every time I drive by, say hi to the bad guy
All my mama friends be like,
Would you just look at him"
So sorry dear mama for your embarrassment
But give me a couple years pray ill never sin again
Got all these rapper dealers, trying to do me in
And all these little rappers don’t know how prepared for them I am (I am)
I’m feeling like the worlds against me, lord
Call me crazy but strangely I love the odds

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

Now these baby ballers, toy rappers
Calling out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shooting air balls at the basket
What you call money, I pay more in taxes
I got crowned king down in Africa
Out in Niger?, do you have any idea?
Sold out shows, albums his whole career
Jo-burg, Dublin, Tanzania
Lunch with Mandella, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to get water out to everybody
Everybody, fall back
Y’all rapping, I’m reenacting
CNN, you see it’s accurate
ESPN, See me in action
Monday nights, when the half is
When you 10 years in, holla back then

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov