Yelawolf – Johnny Cash lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
The windows cracked on the Chevrolet
My cigarettes in the ash tray
The engines off and the radio’s down
So nervous my whole body shakes
The parking lot’s full of people and
They ready to see the preacher man
Time to open up for the main act
I guess that makes me a deacon
I promise that I won’t let me down
And check myself in the mirror one time
Say my prayer and then I sip the Crown
Light another smoke and step outside
Walk inside and take a look around
As I try to remember all of my lines
Guess it’s time for me to face the crowd
And give the people my time

[Hook]
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash

[Verse 2]
These people standing on front row
Tryna see through me like a window
I’m wearing my soul on my sleeve
But they look at me through a pin hole
All I see is this opportunity
To see at least one of you in me
But I can’t seem to win ’em over so
I swallow the humility
Fifteen minutes to hold ’em down
And I’m just wishing that it would fly by
It’s like my whole world hits the ground
All I wanted to do is have a good time
Hold me under but I will not drown
All I really know how to do is survive
Next time that I come to your town
I’ll be the fuckin’ headline

[Hook]
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash

[Verse 3]
I’m not supposed to be this person, I suppose
I’m not supposed to be this rapper poking holes at stereotypes
Or to write this juxtaposing flow to beats at shows
I hold the microphone and out me goes this songs and quotables
Call me nasty, say I stink, well hit the sink and hold your nose
Cause I’m about as convinceable as a bum in stolen clothes to let go of those
I got dreams like fish got gills
I can’t survive in this lake water without a deal
But I can build Noah’s Ark without a power drill
Look at this crowd like it’s a battlefield
Tell ’em my trials, my triumphs, my failures, my family loud and clear
Let ’em all judge, I don’t care how they feel
Fuck it, what do I care? I’m my personal shrink
Throw my heart down on the ground, stomp it, use the blood for the ink
I’m used to purple and pink bruises so thanks for the tools
That’s just a brick from the mansion
Another stitch in the pants of a Johnny Cash

[Hook]
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash

Bobby Raps – Had 2 (Mark Album)

[Intro: Bobby Raps]
Yuh
Shawty chooses so I didn’t pick her
So confusin’ she just want to fuckin’ bicker
I turn up of a mixture of some different liquor
Liquor sicker then I feed her some of this Snickers
It’s white chocolate
(She was bad too)
(papi, can you fuck on me?)
Man, I had to

[Chorus: Bobby Raps]
I came up and did what I had to
I got a big bag and I’m glad too
I flooded my wrist cause I had to
I fuck on that bitch cause I had to
I fell out of love cause I had to
That pussy all dried like a capsule
I got up and dipped cause I had to
I pulled up in that whip and I smashed through

[Verse 1: Bobby Raps]
Got me grippin’ wood grain and I’m grapplin’
High as the motherfuckin’ scaffolding
Avianne pierced, she thought I’m an athlete
Fuck your campaign and establishin’
Mixed that champagne with the Act and then
Play with that sack and I’m sacrilegious
Came fuck with you ’cause it’s bad for business
I see through you like a broken window
Fake friends trying to hide their true intentions
Take a risk, I’m addicted to gamblin’
It’s a four on my ‘vic and I’m scramblin’
Hit that ho like a cymbal, no talisman
Pardon me for all the manic-ness
Blame it on chemical balances
My bitch she resembles some actresses
I do what I want, I don’t ask for shit
I’m speaking in cultures and acronyms
My haters salty, they got sodium
I’m stretching bread like an accordion
Handle each situation accordingly
Look up, ended what was in front of me
My mans was just run up disorderly
Give my manager 40’s, he better not be ornery
Used to have strippers supporting me
Then I carried the weight, now I’m portaging
I just put on my city and represented
And I did my thing, and you irrelevant
No weather, you out of your element
Broke so you mainly a resident
I pull up with cuties, no ‘victions on me
Used to cop tunics, now it’s zippers only
I been makin’ money since like six this morning
Lit up on the trees like it’s Christmas morning
Used to smoke on sticky mid-level
All these circumstances circumstantial
I just stuck to the fundamentals
I’m bottom bass, no one direction
Married the money, no matrimony
Left that bitch alone with no alimony
Ate the pussy, tasted like some calamari
Party pack, it lookib’ like a bag of smarties
Fine tuned and I’m razor sharp
And I’m drippin’, I’m drippin’ like Glacier Park
Water on me like the coast guard
Keep my boys afloat like Noah’s Ark
Your shit is stepped on like a soldier mark
Then I rip out my lick and I overcharge
Presidential ho, a Amy Klobuchar
She fucked her friends, man, with no regard
The bitch is gon’ do what she had to
I will not tolerate attitude
I woke up my mama
I told her I love her
And said "Thank you, Mama" with gratitude
I mix up that henny and apple juice
Jealous of me, I’m not mad at you
‘Cause now I can do what I wanna do
I came up and did what I had to do

[Chorus: Bobby Raps]
I came up and did what I had to
I got a big bag and I’m glad too
I flooded my wrist cause I had to
I fuck on that bitch cause I had to
I fell out of love cause I had to
That pussy all dried like a capsule
I got up and dipped cause I had to
I pulled up in that whip and I smashed through

Cause I had to
Man, I had to
Man, I had to
Man, I had to

[Verse 2: Lil Bae]
It’s bab, AKA Lil Bae
I got seven husbands, but I’m not gay
Where the ace of spades?
Yo bitch is goin, but she trying to stay
No game, no time to play
I’m in the club with some mid-grade

[Outro: Lil Bae]
It’s bab, AKA Lil Bae
It’s bab, AKA Lil Bae
It’s bab, AKA Lil Bae
Lil Bae, Lil Bae
Lil Bae
Lil Bae, Lil Bae, Lil Bae, Lil Bae, Lil Bae
Smokin’ good
Smokin’ good, smokin’ good, smokin’ good, alright

Belly – Outkast (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) (Inzombia Mixtape)

[Intro: Belly]
Gain the world or lose it all
Gain it back again
Bounce back

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce back
Bitch I run the whole check up then I bounce back
My lil’ baby like to get on top and bounce it
Run it back up on that ass when she bounce it
You know I brought a whole pound
Bitch I’m the man in my town
Bitch I spent that whole check and then I bounce back
I run this back up on that ass

[Verse 1: Belly]
All we had was thorns in the rose garden
No calm before the storm warning
Cold mornings made us cold hearted
My dawg could whip a fuckin’ brick on a George Foreman
The shit that drives me would drive you crazy don’t try to save me
Rock fly Versace and drive Mercedes the modern ’80s
I’m kinda crazy, paranoid my driver shady
I’m at the lowest and my highest lately
I was dodgin’ evictions
Couldn’t afford my addictions
With my father in prison
Family poverty stricken
Felt like we all got convicted
No one bothered to visit
Livin’ in awful conditions
Still put my dawgs in position, like woah woah
We worship money like this shit was religion but no no
‘Cause once I got it felt like something was missin’ my whole soul
Three stacks for a loud pack
No bad for a outkast
Pulled up in that big boy
Never thought I would bounce back

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce back
Bitch I run the whole check up then I bounce back
My lil’ baby like to get on top and bounce it
Run it back up on that ass when she bounce it
You know I brought a whole pound
Bitch I’m the man in my town
Bitch I spent that whole check and then I bounce back
I run this back up on that ass

[Verse 2: Belly]
My bitch pull up like Joan of Arc, the coldest heart
Belly Bonaparte my dawgs’ll pick your fuckin’ bones apart
To ride this wave you need Noah’s Ark and his golden heart
Wait, I bear the holy mark although my soul is dark
A sleepless night for every promise I would never keep
Ten thousand on sheets although I never sleep
I’m havin’ day dreams of eatin’ you out
My face is the best fuckin’ seat in the house
Wait, no sympathy we take it religiously
I took your bitch to Tiffany she had an epiphany
Trips to Tripoli don’t trip we do this shit differently
The sound of victory, I almost drowned in the symphony
Now tell these fuckin’ house rats, me I got the mouse trap
Load and cock it back and tell ’em all to meet me out back
Three stacks for that loud pack
No bad for a outkast
Pulled up in that big boy
Never thought I would bounce back

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce back
Bitch I run the whole check up then I bounce back
My lil’ baby like to get on top and bounce it
Run it back up on that ass when she bounce it
You know I brought a whole pound
I’m the man in my town
Bitch I spent that whole check then I bounce back
I run this back up on that ass

HorseShoe Gang – Homeless Life (4 Brothers Album) letras

[Intro: Julius Luciano]
It’s hard to estimate the nation’s homeless population
So we shouldn’t add them into the equation
That’s what people think
See we shouldn’t wait for the Census Bureau to acknowledge them
We a part of them
A chain is only as strong as its weakest link
Before we reach the brink of destruction, we can reach an understanding
At least I’m wishing we would
Its aight, I’m a bum too
By which i mean B.U.M
A Brother Unfairly Misunderstood
#truestory

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
Yo, where I’m from the have-nots feel like refugees
With no refuge, I’m trapped, who’s gonna rescue me
All of my life I’ve been caught in this fight
I’m in a boxing ring, no referee
As a child I was homeless, wait let me strike a scene
Eleven years old, been in these scary streets for weeks
With one parent, my family portrait never been complete
I’m asking every pedestrian to spare some sympathy
They stare as if I reek of excrement
They speak so arrogant and keep
Their distance as if they can’t bare the stench of me
They scared as if I reach, and steal their shit
But I’m innocent. Never been a thief
Can’t spare a cent to me
Embarrassment’s the least of my concerns
What to do now?
Me and my family stuck on the ground
Stomach is starting to rumble and growl
Clenching it tight to muffle the sound
Starting to feel like a stray dog
But at least they get picked up by the pound
Down on my luck, no luck to be found
I pray to God, looking up in the clouds

[Hook 1: Julius Luciano]
A young nigga with no place to go, and you can see I’m homeless
Switch the "m" for a "p", and now I’m hopeless
I’m losin’ my mind
How will I focus?
Where will I go?
Where will I go?
Feels like I’m walking round aimlessly
I’m so lost, feels like I’ve lost days of sleep
As I fall, to my knees, somebody pray for me
O woah
Where will I go?
Where will I go?

[Verse 2: Kenny Siegel]
In case you wonder why I don’t mind stunting
A skeeting for an hour has been a long time coming
I was a little nigga, who was homeless
Who’s empty pockets needed a fill-up
But I wasn’t approached by a Drummond
Live or cats got killed for kicks and bass
Nope not drumming
Talking low-tops and coke rocks from know-nots dumbing
.45 busting
Wasn’t old enough to go job-hunting
Standing 4’5" hustling
Picture that like camera-men
Our society is garbage
If home is where the heart is
This is why I’m heartless
This is why I’m starving
Flashbacks of raindrops drizzling while your dark bitch
Sitting by the park bench
Like this is my apartment
This is why my bars sick
Their darker than the tar-pit
I should feel like I’m carsick
From so much drive, fuck them haters who mouth-run
Failure is an option, not just a possible outcome

[Hook 1: Julius Luciano]
A young nigga with no place to go, and you can see I’m homeless
Switch the "m" for a "p", and now I’m hopeless
I’m losin’ my mind
How will I focus?
Where will I go?
Where will I go?
Feels like I’m walking round aimlessly
I’m so lost, feels like I’ve lost days of sleep
As I fall, to my knees, somebody pray for me
O woah
Where will I go?
Where will I go?

[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
Ok. This is real talk shit
Sleeping on the park bench
Starving as darkness falls
And we all kids
Talking to God, saying we drowning
Where’s our ship?
Noah’s Ark departed without us
Now we got this hardship
No apartment, car, or house
And now my savage heart gets
Darker than the darkness
Now this cat is heartless
I’m praying for some brighter days so I can talk shit
I’m waiting on my father’s grave so I can hauk spit
All of my aunts disowned us
And now we all alone plus
They called the law on us
To throw us off in a foster home
Cuz we never had a home to call our own
But y’all can go suck our fucking dicks you fucking bitches
Now that we all are grown up
I’m trying to buy a house and a childhood
Ask me for a handout, I wish thou would
If you ain’t been through what I been through, then I don’t trust you
If you ain’t struggled, then hustled, nigga fuck you

[Hook 2: Kobe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Our father, who are in heaven
Hope you hear me, man these streets are crazy, yeah
Our father, hope you hear me
I know you see me
Man this is all I got, okay?
This is all I got, okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 4: Andrew ‘Dice’ Dinero]
I’m from a place where enemies keep Glocks exploding
So I burn beef like pots without non-stick coating
Watch the profit you clock, or your guap get stolen
Protect yourself at all time, I don’t mean cops and Trojans
Cops patrolling and raiding shit
Niggas without electricity get it turned on themselves, Raiden shit
You gotta have a strong will to escape the shit
Cause success is related to Will, like Jaden Smith
I’m married now, the hustle-games’ my bitch
Dedication is the anchor that holds down a relationship
I told her ‘You Belong With Me’, Taylor Swift
Persistence is a virtue, like patience is
My niggas trying to get major rich, selling green plants
Selling out the Garden, like when major teams play the Knicks
I’m from where niggas end up in jail or the morgue
Fallen soldiers live by, and fell by the sword
Them hammers hit everything except nails through a board
People hollering bout college, but you’ll (Yale) get ignored
Hustler’s got no Focus, so to hell with a Ford
People pushing whips, you wonder who the hell could afford
More souls get sold than Hell could afford
Cops watching everything, but fail to record
Police brutality, these streets is Amity-Ville
I see calamity, what I speak is actually real
I’m speaking candidly, I need a piece of sanity
But I’m trying to feed my fam, even if people have to be killed
Real recognize real if you don’t seem familiar
If the truth hurts, then what I speak will kill ya
Life is hard, in fact, damn right unfair
But I’m a winner nigga, damn right fuck yeah
I’m living like I don’t have one care
But I’m a stay drawn until I’m roommates with the Man upstairs
Kobe sing

[Hook 1: Julius Luciano]
A young nigga with no place to go, and you can see I’m homeless
Switch the "m" for a "p", and now I’m hopeless
I’m losin’ my mind
How will I focus?
Where will I go?
Where will I go?
Feels like I’m walking round aimlessly
I’m so lost, feels like I’ve lost days of sleep
As I fall, to my knees, somebody pray for me
O woah
Where will I go?
Where will I go?