Tag: JD

Frisco – Them Man There Lyrics

[Hook]
Smile in my face when you see me
And when I’m not there, man are hating (them man there)
Us man are doing this ting
And you still don’t wanna show rating (them man there)
Bad up the people you know you can bad up
And think you’re a badman (them man there)
And if you chat shit here
Send man over there with them man there (them man there)
Smile in my face when you see me
And when I’m not there, man are hating (them man there)
Us man are doing this ting
And you still don’t wanna show rating (them man there)
Bad up the people you know you can bad up
And think you’re a badman (them man there)
And if you chat shit here
Send man over there with them man there (them man there)

[Verse 1]
What goes around
Comes back around like a boomerang
Acting like you’ve got 9 lives
The 45 call that the remover man
So how could you not rate me?
I’ve been going on disgusting lately
My girl gets mad when I buy a crep
I’ve got the spare room looking like JD
What goes up’s gotta come down
They don’t make noise when I come around
So mind you don’t get corn (sky!)
I’m on my job like Jason Bourne
Dem man are sitting down waiting on a bringing
Us man are up in the sky, winging
So get used to the fact that
It’s a Boy Better Know inning, I’m winning
It’s mad
Violate me and it will end up sad
You’re not bad, you’re a gun bag
You’re a good yout, don’t know how you end up bad
So don’t force it
The fake shit, I ain’t gonna endorse it
Tell an MC come down to the den
Boof, I’ll make an MC forfeit
Kill him with more stylee again
Big dutty stinking lyrical skeng
Don’t know how man are tryna rep for their ends
And you can’t even go back to your own ends
Tense
Slap man over the wall just for sitting on the fence
Don’t care if you’re fat, don’t care if you’re hench
Violate me, you must not have sense

[Hook]
Smile in my face when you see me
And when I’m not there, man are hating (them man there)
Us man are doing this ting
And you still don’t wanna show rating (them man there)
Bad up the people you know you can bad up
And think you’re a badman (them man there)
And if you chat shit here
Send man over there with them man there (them man there)
Smile in my face when you see me
And when I’m not there, man are hating (them man there)
Us man are doing this ting
And you still don’t wanna show rating (them man there)
Bad up the people you know you can bad up
And think you’re a badman (them man there)
And if you chat shit here
Send man over there with them man there (them man there)

[Verse 2]
So when I walk out
These MCs better move over
I gave birth to a style many MCs learnt
But right now school’s over
It’s all over
Better get ready for the takeover
Yeah, 10 years in the game, still relevant
Them man there need a makeover
The wait’s over, Boy Better Know
It’s the changeover like Jay Hova
You can’t knock my hustle, man, I hustle hard
I flow heavy like a Range Rover
I smoke weed, I’m a straight stoner
We go to war, you wanna play, soldier?
I wanna step onstage and say “what, is it on?”
I’ll turn the whole place over

[Hook]
Smile in my face when you see me
And when I’m not there, man are hating (them man there)
Us man are doing this ting
And you still don’t wanna show rating (them man there)
Bad up the people you know you can bad up
And think you’re a badman (them man there)
And if you chat shit here
Send man over there with them man there (them man there)
Smile in my face when you see me
And when I’m not there, man are hating (them man there)
Us man are doing this ting
And you still don’t wanna show rating (them man there)
Bad up the people you know you can bad up
And think you’re a badman (them man there)
And if you chat shit here
Send man over there with them man there (them man there)

DigDat – Fire In The Booth Lyrics

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Part 1

[Verse]
My bro got buj for the low
You know that he’s sellin’ them fast
Scars wanna box like Floyd
But he needs two one, don’t ever last
Got leng tings tryna move stush
Said I won’t take her to Shard
Lost so many shanks in a bush
Like man’s TV, they were all sharp
PC’s want intel
If you get nicked, don’t sing like Adele
They just put bro on the wing with the S.O
‘Cause he got nicked for a shell
These opps just move like lighties
How we still can’t see them yet
Done tripped up, got cheffed last minute
Bet he thought he would easy jet
House parties and I came with the nizzy
She’s tryna dance with my like Dizzy
With M, I’ll do it for Kizzy
Kway back, two knives up, me and Tizzy
Splash or send man swimmin’
Don’t be out on the mains all slippin’
I just linked Tom, went on a cruise
But we didn’t complete that mission
And my new ting leng like Rita
From Antigua, real little diva
Got Teesha tryna go shisha
Dead ting, she ain’t gettin’ more than pizza
Leng ting, that was my G friend
Lockin’ it off, she was tryna be more
Fendi tags what I’m poppin’ off
But I spent way more bands in Dior
Ain’t into no banter
Don’t get shanked, get it twist like Fanta
I was in the trap on Christmas
Servin’ snow with the slate like Santa
Might show you how my kitchen does it
Twist it, push that, sh-sh-shove it
I feel tapped, get evil thoughts when I smoke Amnesia
I don’t pray Isha
Ay, Lisa, Lisa
Buss man’s flat, let me out with the cleaner
Free S and Clips
Blow me a bag when I hit JD last week
Bought ten new kicks
I got a older ting called Susan
Cattin’, always wanna wear man’s Cuban
Fist man’s head on the wing like Deebo
Nurse had my hands on ice cube
Went ’round there on a typhoon
And still had a skeng in the ride too
I was on servery
Hear Ms Madden like, “put your plaits in a hair net”
Tryna get ’round there, let’s ride a long
I’m itchin’ to bro, “are we there yet?”
Had so many packs in a visit
I was prayin’ they make it through
Bad one callin’ my phone nonstop
I think she’s taken too
Stolen ped, two Hi Vis too
That was kway back, me and Diesel
How you been done like twice?
When I see man next, I’m tryna make it a sequel

Part 2

[Verse]
My life’s been fucked up
Left school secondary
And I found it hard to trust
Cah everybody’s temporary
Paps told me ‘lay low’
I would never stay home
But you’ll always be the realest
Why I can’t forget them favours
All them closed visits
You were sendin’ me my trainers
Like, stay eatin’ food
Even though you got no appetite
Too much to lose
Lost my phone ’cause of satellite
Starin’ at the mirror in my cell
I used to fantasize
Never knew, one day you’ll live this rapper’s life
When mummy shed a few tears
Rent got new arrears
Summer time caged up
Winter, New Years
Have you ever felt so low
Where you can’t feel no love
And nobody wouldn’t care if you fold up
My brother used to tell me ’bout this road stuff
But I never listened, I was tryna cook my own grub
You’ve been gone for a while, it’s gettin’ so tough
We’re tryna start new, now mum’s throwin’ out your old stuff
Rearrange your room, even where you hanged your clothes up
I swear it been time, now it feels like you don’t know us
And when I book a visit, you just tell us ‘don’t show up’
Your birthday’s Christmas, didn’t even phone us
Used to watch like, I smiled when they doubted me
If you knew my whole story then you’ll be proud of me
Why you think he’s boujee? Don’t you know he’s gettin’ paid
But sometimes I turn off these phones and just meditate
I know that I did you wrong, only right I’m lettin’ go
All them letters to your house, how could I forget your road?
Remember that .32 then we got a bigger ting
I was in the Ghetto when them Jilly’s lights flickering
Pocket with my flicky in, this knife work’s brilliant
Slappin’ at the crowd then he’s due to hit civilians

Bugzy Malone – December Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
24 hours in the same place
Told ’em I need me a vaca’
I never get ’round to the vaca’
Bank statements making me lazy
Every day payday
I stopped eating meat in ’18 still I got a full plate
Ya never know when a beef can go off
I didn’t wanna show off but when you’re the first in
I need their hearts to beat when they see me in person
How is it a 50/50 if I need reimbursing?
They can’t drink from my table if they’re not putting the work in
She was at home in bed, I’m busy flirting
Weekends, I’ve got the weekdays merging, I swear
I’m just tryna keep waves in my hair, I
Wanna make ’em record or hold their torch in the air, why?
‘Cause I feel alive when it all lights up
Let my enemies know that I don’t give a fuck
When I swore to myself that I’d never look down when I first climbed

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve done well for an ex gang member
And I’ve done bits and bobs
Just like what Montana done to Rebenga
I’m one of the last ones standing
Everyone’s dead or in jail now
And I’ve got trauma that creeps up on me
That I try not to remember

[Chorus]
I was born in December, five days before Christmas day
Haunted by the ghost of the Christmas past
Didn’t wanna blind him so I kept my wrist tilted this way
I’m not afraid to drop to my knees and pray
‘Cause I never thought that I’d overcome this pain

I was born in December, five days before Christmas day
Haunted by the ghost of the Christmas past
Didn’t wanna blind him so I kept my wrist tilted this way
I’m not afraid to drop to my knees and pray
‘Cause I never thought that I’d overcome this pain

[Verse 2]
Yo
I’ve been studying psychology
‘Cause I didn’t wanna go and see a psychiatrist
Thank God she accepted my apology
‘Cause I don’t even think I could do none of this
From day one, she proven herself
Back when I couldn’t get shoes off the shelf
Back when I couldn’t even get into the club
Didn’t pop bottles, never have Louis on my belt
I’m ready to make a commitment
I’ve got trainers coming on a shipment
I’ve got an M in one account and an M that I put into the crib, are you listening?
Me and these rappers are different ’cause most of these rappers chat fiction
Me, I’m just telling a story, the type that will go down in history
This is December I told ’em I needed a choir
Plus I’m thinking out loud so I’m gonna need quiet
I hope that I made ’em proud but I bet they deny it
I been practicing patience, let me apply it
I haven’t been posting, I’ve not been replying
There’s a lot of moving parts so I needed some time
I already believe, I don’t need a sign
I already know the reason I shine
Was looking for symptoms online
Emotional instability, impulsive behaviour
Rage, sorry, borderline personality
It’s a disorder but it’s important
‘Cause without that I just blend in
I’m just brave enough to say it out loud, I’m not unpretending
When I was on road, they say I was mad
And that was cuckoo, he had to be bad
Now that I’m famous, I’ve had to change the way that I think
And the way that I act
Emotionally switched off, I’m only just fixing it now
I’ve gotta thank my girl for sticking around and holding me up
‘Cause I coulda drowned and never again will I let her down
Responsibility comes with a crown and that’s why I always frown
It was my job to build a bridge all the way from the North over to the South
And when they take shots I watch it bounce off my body armour
I’m Marcus Aurelius, Julius Caesar, used to suffer with seizures
I guess everyone’s vulnerable, it’s what you do with the struggle though
Can’t believe I’ve got trainers in JD but I used to be criminal
29 years in December but this one is a miracle

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve done well for an ex gang member
And I’ve done bits and bobs
Just like what Montana done to Rebenga
I’m one of the last ones standing
Everyone’s dead or in jail now
And I’ve got trauma that creeps up on me
That I try not to remember

[Chorus]
I was born in December, five days before Christmas day
Haunted by the ghost of the Christmas past
Didn’t wanna blind him so I kept my wrist tilted this way
I’m not afraid to drop to my knees and pray
‘Cause I never thought that I’d overcome this pain

I was born in December, five days before Christmas day
Haunted by the ghost of the Christmas past
Didn’t wanna blind him so I kept my wrist tilted this way
I’m not afraid to drop to my knees and pray
‘Cause I never thought that I’d overcome this pain

Lil Tjay – Brothers (Remix) Lyics

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[Intro: Lil Tjay]
Big bag don’t mean everything wavy (JD on tha Track)
I got 99 problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady (ProtegeBeatz)
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu’ every day, can’t be lazy

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
I be shittin’, I make it look easy
I was innocent, they ain’t believe me
Ain’t no lie, I be seein’ illusions
I can’t figure who real, it’s confusin’
I can’t wait to get used to this lifestyle
I remember, it could’ve been lights out
Bitches see me and scream, “Lil Tjay”
Had to fuck up the spot for my b-day
Hit the ‘telly and catch me a BJ
Fuck this love, I don’t want me a skeezay
Give her dick, now she feel like she need me
I’m too high, always smokin’ on GG
Bankroll, had to stack my chips (Bankroll)
SB, I’ma jack my shit (SB)
I know these niggas gon’ hate me
I’ve been workin’ hard, driving me crazy

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Big bag don’t mean everything wavy
I got 99 problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu’ every day, can’t be lazy

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Losin’ my cousin, that shit got me two-faced
When I look up, I be fightin’ new case
I stayed in that ghetto so I had a roommate
Auntie fightin’ cancer, know that she losin’
Single parent, I depend on my mama
Life in jail, I can’t depend on my father
Streets for real, I depend on my choppa
Streets for real, they start runnin’ from walkin’
My soul hurt, my soul hurt
The streets say they fuckin’ with the old Durk
Mixed my Percs with the cough syrup
Made her suck my dick ’til the jaws hurt
I’ma say cap when the bitch start choosin’
I’m in the trap with a whole lotta Uzis
I blew me a bag when I took her to Gucci
Got free clothes, I was fuckin’ with a booster
My life changed fast, my homie turned to a rat
I’d rather be snake, that’s slatt (That’s slatt)
He a straight ho, that nigga pussy, he cap
That nigga pussy, he cap, oh
I vouch to be the streets
Vouch to kill all my enemies, yeah
I vouch to keep the peace
You don’t want war, stay out the streets, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’

[Outro: Lil Tjay]
Lil Tjay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bugzy Malone – M.E.N 2 Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yo
Bugzy Malone
You know

[Verse 1]
I hit the top like I don’t know what
Now 500’s Play-Doh gwop
And these man tryna take my spot when I’m sitting at home with writer’s block
But there’s not an MC as eloquent as me
Let me get that clear
And my accountant said, I can make a million and not make a track this year
Now how’s that for a turnover?
I made a gilet and a holster
Felt like I looked in the mirror when I seen the new JD poster
And it sold out so fast, they want me to sign contracts like they’re O2 or Voda
In exchange for exposure
But still I don’t feel any closer to the real answer
Why did I wanna be a gangster?
When will I get rid of this pain?
Feels like I’m in handcuffs
I wanna fly to the south of France
I wanna learn how to Salsa dance
The chef come here
‘Cause everybody in the restaurant kept watching man
And I’m thinking “wait are they watching man?”
Did he think I’m a prick, or are they just secret fans?
Blessed by a God, fear no man
But my heart still beats when I see a police van
I was hungover
In Phuket I couldn’t stay sober
I needed a break from pulling a straight face, I don’t play poker
I was out there looking at the pelicans
Stroking the tigers and elephants
MC’s all fighting for relevance
But I’m on the next level of eloquence
Where do I get it from?
Did I get it from him? Could it be a white could it be a black thing?
Must be the reason I’m the captain
Must be the reason I overlapped him
‘Cause I’m dedicated
Me I could have got relegated
Imagine I would have hesitated
Where would I be if I never made it?
But I did
Now I’m in a new 7 bedroom crib with spotlights in the ceiling it’s sick
No bean bag I’ve got a Lamborghini on the ramp and I don’t use it
I’ve got a grand piano in front of the Mona and everything cocaine white
But I don’t get to see it much these days ’cause I’m always out taking a flight
Thinking about before it all went bad
Never got dissed off my real dad
And now he tells people that I never give him anything
As if he was there from scratch
How did it get so negative
Between old friends and fake relatives
I’ve come quite far on a reminisce
To get rid of these toxic energies
An old friend tells people that I put money on his head
As if I’m still pissed off
And we was friends from about year 9
And he tried to get my door kicked off
Cocaine’s one hell of a drug, yeah I’ve seen what it does
I watched man fall from the mountains
Turned from a bad boy to a scruff
I’m still out here holding it up
I’m still backstage holding a cup
Dark is still my co-defendant
I’m in a film about money and drugs
I told my agent, “tell Guy Ritchie he don’t need to pay me”
As I was watching Snatch, that’s my all time favourite gangster movie
I ended up in the GR, singing Irish songs to the ukulele
Sophisticated conversation, had me feeling so creative (So creative)

[Verse 2]
I feel detached from reality, now I’m on a footballer’s salary
I flew to Rome, and the roof of the Sistine chapel look like an art gallery
Me I got close to insanity
On the roadside moving raggity
Now I’m in the Vatican, thinking strategy
Can’t think of an MC in my category
All this from a 1-bedroom flat
I wanted a reminder not to look back
That’s the reason why, I got ‘King of the North’ tattooed right across my six-pack
And the artist came from Italia, the home of the mafia
I’m never in debt, I’m a Lannister, you know I’m of a different calibre
I climbed to the top without a banister
And last year got smashed, no manager
Man can say what they want but I’ll never let anyone assassinate my character
Some relationships don’t work
And the separation hurts
I know these are simple words but I always told her I loved her first
I used to be so immature
Even though the love was pure
I was never always all yours
Some of them nights on tour
You could’ve walked out through the open door
When the love turned into a war
And now I’m gonna buy you a house so you know you’re secure (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
Let me get it off my chest (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
Turns out how no matter how much money I make I still can’t pay to correct (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
All of the trauma it still feels fresh, but never again will that get me depressed
Don’t mind going out as a legend as long as I’m known as Manchester’s best

[Outro]
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t kno- oh oh oh
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t kno- oh oh oh
Sometimes I don’t know

Pitbull – Down South Lyrics

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[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 1: Duece Poppi]
Look way, way, way deep south, boy
Hoes, clothes, and bankrolls what we ’bout, boy
I’m from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can’t stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind, boy
I gets loose like I’m fresh up out that pen, boy
The last of a dying breed like ‘Pac said
I got bread, got something that’ll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south know I’m on fire
28’s chrome, fuck a hundred, smoke [?]
I know you pimp tight, pimpin’, but I pimp tighter
Getting bread, got it made like Special Ed
Them hollow tips at your head, bitch, I bet you dead
24’s on the Wagon, that’s that G Benz
Two 44’s looking like Siamese twins

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
See, I’ma get this money
Rich everywhere and however it goes
And let me tell you something
If you owe me money, might as well owe the double-yo
So see, JAY-Z and JD might have told you money ain’t a thing
But that means money’s everything and for that money y’all make, them choppers sing
I’ll make them coppers bring
That yellow tape ’cause the whole thing
Can turn into a homicide scene if you fuck with the cream, mane
And I know Trick
And I know his click
But I let you slip, I let you slide
But I hope you motherfuckers don’t think I’ma let you die
Surprise, Pitbull get the last laugh
And whoever laughs last laughs the hardest
Whether now or later, y’all gonna pay me back regardless

[Interlude: Pitbull]
And y’all can take THAT to the bank, motherfuckers

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 3: Plies]
Nigga, I’m from down here where everything fucked up
And every other month, the dope prices going up
And either you thugging down here or you in the church
‘Cause how I’m living, ain’t nothing like you see on BET
These crackers found five dead in the last week
So if you a pussy nigga, you better get the fuck out these streets
These young niggas 16 and 17 going Fed
These crackers hitting these young niggas with 20-year bids
How the fuck you get indicted? You never had a quarter brick
But down here, that’s how these pussy crackers play shit
And where I’m from, we respect Chevys more than we do Bentleys
‘Cause a motherfucking Bentley can’t fit them 26’s
And that money come a little faster out here in the south
We got the corner, nigga, and got our own dope house
And you can find me with a white tee with my pants dropped
With four at the bottom, pussy nigga, and four at the top

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

Bugzy Malone – Clash of the Titans Lyrics

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[Intro]
Sounds of the Sir
Yo, Yeah
Listen, yo
Watch this, yo

[Verse 1]
I’ve been in all types of pickles
Back when man used to roll naked
By naked I mean no shang with the brissles
Now this big boy teeth on the blade
Threw a bubble coat, man are still gonna dribble
Any sign up, blue lights or sirens
Dem man run from the devil
Over the fence and straight for the ghetto
Nowadays man are teflon and dem man let off the thing it tickles
I’m not the leader of North Korea but man don’t want it cuz they know that I’m letting off missiles
I’m like a silverback gorilla climbing to the top of the tree
And pulling off squirrels
I was gonna stamp on my man’s chest like Bruce Lee but I got morals
Not talking about boiling hot water
When I say that I will put on the kettle
The presidential is on a different level
There is about 15 just in the bezel
When man do a move and start showing off
I just think to myself, what did he want? Medals?
One box between about 4 man
I’m just standing in the club tryna pop bottles
We got 2 quid a piece
That’s if they sell it in zeds
Couldn’t even buy a moped
My man’s banging a 140 kilos on chest, but he’s on steds
That’s like blazing weed and calling yourself a rasta
But having no dreads
I’m the king of the north
If this was the 1600s then I would be cutting off heads
In the autopsy he said that he got shot but he never found lead
That’s cause I’m a lyrical hitman and I will JFK anybody no stress
Man can’t press my buttons
I’m not a PS4 there’s no start select
Man never leave evidence for the feds with this beef thing you never see me send a text
I’m a jockey and I don’t mean on the decks
When I’m driving I don’t give the engine a rest
When I wrapped up the s-tronic quattro rs3 I jumped out and knew I was blessed
The car was a write-off but I didn’t have one scratch on me, even my phone wasn’t smashed
Won’t tell a lie
When I woke the next day man had a little stiff neck in HMP reading books in solitary confinement
Them times my future was not vibrant
Back when the judge told me I was violent
I was tryna look on the bright side of life like in an episode of Monty Python
I call this one bar for bar I’m not giving it a hook do I sound like I’m on a Mike Tyson?
I wear Hugo Boss so they know I’m the grime scene M. Bison
MCs act like they don’t know every last word to my track cause I got ’em all frightened
I shut down JD in London and I shut it down in Ireland
My man said he can kick and all that but he’s not a thai boxer he’s never been Thailand
I snore man with the left and right hand
01 to the 61 that’s my gang
You’re listening to the Sounds of the Sir
And this one strictly for the grime fans
In fact I think this one so cold that we should call it “Clash of the Titans”
The Medusa couldn’t turn me into stone
I’ll decapitate then pick up her head by the pythons

[Bridge]
Hahaha
Ahh shit
Bar for Bar, Clash of the Titans
(Hey what you saying Spyro, we carry on?)
Yeah, watch this

[Verse 2]
Man wanna reach the heights that I’ve reached
Tell them man that it’s never gonna happen
I’ll drag man to the darkest parts of the ocean, man can’t fuck with the kraken
This one’s gonna leave man shock like I was when I seen that the Ice King stolen a dragon
That’s for the mandem on season 7

[Outro]
Hahaha
Ahh shit keep that one in

A$AP Rocky – Cocky lyrics

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(feat. Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & London On Da Track)

(The Uncle Drew Soundtrack)

[Intro: Gucci Mane, Skooly, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
Huh?
We got London On Da Track
It’s Guwop
Uh
It’s Gucci
21, 21
Uh

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
Too many zeros with Versace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carats, them lil’ pointers be too lil’
Glaciers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill (uh)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Huh?
How you gon’ play D, can’t even take D?
Too many fake me’s
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
Ballin’ in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas
I’m the one who oversees shit, “Oh man, it’s him again”
I’m up in the rim, Gatorade and M&M’s
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris
Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me
Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it’s a hundred and three (burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s too tiny for me
She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It’s Wop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Skooly]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
We got London On Da Track

A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

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[Intro: Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
Huh?
We got London On Da Track
It’s Guwop
Huh?
It’s Gucci
21, 21
Huh?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’
Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & (?)]
Huh?
How you gone play D, you can’t even take D
Too many fake me’s
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
Ballin’ in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas
I’m the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it’s him again"
I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris
Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me
Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me
She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It’s Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Young Thug]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
We got London On Da Track

Ice Cube – Alive On Arrival (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

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Down at the best spot
It’s me and JD and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
The spot’s hot and everybody nervous
That’s when the blue car served us
Oh why did fools had to let loose
Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
Big Tom had to push us
13 niggas runnin’ straight to the bushes
For they gats so they could draw down
But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down
Not known why I dropped out
Fuck it, still can’t afford to get popped out
So now I gotta jet
Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin’ wet
Tryin’ to see if we got him
Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom
Didn’t panic but I still looked cracked out
Yelled to the homies then I blacked out

Woke up in the back of a tray
On my way, to MLK
That the county hospital jack
Where niggas die over a little scratch
Still sittin’ in the trauma center
In my back is where the bullet entered
Yo nurse I’m gettin’ kind of warm
Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin’ form
Coughin’ up blood on my hands and knees
Then I heard "freeze nigger don’t move"
Yo, I didn’t do a thing
Didn’t want to go out like my man Rodney King
Still got gaffled
Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel
Now I’m handcuffed
Being asked information on my gang affiliation
I don’t bang, I rock the good rhymes
And I’m a victim of neighborhood crime

I need to see a MD
And y’all motherfuckers giving me the third degree
Look at the waiting room
It’s filled to the rim like the county jail day room
Nobody gettin’ help
Since we poor
The hospital move slow
Now I’m laid out
People steppin’ over me to get closer to the tv
Just like a piece of dog shit
Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet
One hour done passed
Done watched two episodes of MASH
And when I’m almost through
They call my name and put me on ICU
Halfway dead
No respect and handcuffed to the bed
Now the trauma starts
‘Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart
Then I begin the ass kissin’
Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
Only got a band-aid and an IV
That’s when I start cussin’
Police steady askin’ me who did the bustin’

Why oh why can’t I get help
‘Cause I’m black, I gots to go for self
Too many black bodies the hospital housin’
So at 10 P.M. I was Audi 5000