Lil’ Baby – No Sucker Lyrics (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro: Lil Juice]
(Tay Keith, f**k these niggas up)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo]
Uh-oh, the game in trouble
Started off small, now they payin’ me double
Yeah, you can drip check, baby, like Mustard, yeah
Uh-oh, you better not trust ’em
Rotate ’em, all these hoes on shuffle
Money team, got a whole M in a duffle
Bitch got the nerve to say she don’t like rubbers
She don’t know that I know she be f**kin’ my brother
Bitch, I ain’t goin’ out like no sucker, yeah
West Coast, smokin’ on Gushers, yeah
Cartier watch, shit busted, yeah
I done ran up a whole lot, yeah
I don’t want the twat, just top, yeah
Goin’ up a whole ‘nother notch, yeah
Can’t be stuck in one slot, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Levels, Rolls-Royce truck in the ghetto
F’s on the wheel wave hello, yeah
Bitch probably mad I ain’t dello
La-la-la, I am not Carmelo
Word to the opps, they gon’ drop, better lay low
Haha, nah, I’m just playin’, they can come out
Runnin’ up the money, I ain’t never tryna run out, yeah
Police get behind me, I’ma burn out (Smash)
How you get it ‘fore it even come out? (Cash)
How you make a milli’ in a drought? (Bag)
Traphouse geeked up fast
My mama don’t like it, she ain’t got no swag
I don’t stay with my mama, I been in my bag
Yeah, I got it, nigga, f**k what I had, yeah
Y’all niggas need to give me my swag back
Go against me, get hashtagged
Ain’t standin’ that, nigga, I’m passed that
How your jacket Dior and your pants match?
Road runnin’, bringin’ these bands back
You can take it how you want it, I’m sayin’ facts
They done crunked me up, I was layin’ back
I’m the wave, nigga, give me my sand back
Hopped out on ’em with a chopstick
They done killed that boy with a hand strap
You straight, I ain’t givin’ your mans dap

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo]
Uh-oh, the game in trouble
Started off small, now they payin’ me double
Yeah, you can drip check, baby, like Mustard, yeah
Uh-oh, you better not trust ’em
Rotate ’em, all these hoes on shuffle
Money team, got a whole M in a duffle
Bitch got the nerve to say she don’t like rubbers
She don’t know that I know she be f**kin’ my brother
Bitch, I ain’t goin’ out like no sucker, yeah
West Coast, smokin’ on Gushers, yeah
Cartier watch, shit busted, yeah
I done ran up a whole lot, yeah
I don’t want the twat, just top, yeah
Goin’ up a whole ‘nother notch, yeah
Can’t be stuck in one slot, yeah

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
I’m goin’ up a whole ‘nother notch
Lil’ bruh just put a nigga on Fox, damn
A rock fell out of my watch
I ain’t get mad, I just switched out clocks (Hahaha)
Treat a bad bitch like a thot (What you do?)
Burn her head pullin’ off the lot
Water on water, rockin’ ice on the yacht
Bought a traphouse and it came with a pot (Ugh, ugh)
The game in trouble like some badass childrens
Did they just really give me 80K for thirty minutes? Yup
And can’t nobody tell me how to spend it, bitch
Send it to the hood, let ’em flip it (In the trenches)
She want me to love on her, no way
Ain’t José, I don’t do what the hoes say (Nope)
HD, Blu-Ray, clear shit (What that mean?)
Diamonds on me look 4K (Ugh)
Married to the money for better or worse
But nah I ain’t walked down no aisle (Caked up)
That lil’ nigga f**ked up
He’ll walk a nigga down with a Kool-Aid smile
Yesterday spent 40K on a necklace
I’m flexin’, look close and you’ll see your reflection
She a lil’ gangster, I like her complexion
She get so wetty, then bust like confetti
If I don’t do nothing, that money, I get it

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo]
Uh-oh, the game in trouble
Started off small, now they payin’ me double
Yeah, you can drip check, baby, like Mustard, yeah
Uh-oh, you better not trust ’em
Rotate ’em, all these hoes on shuffle
Money team, got a whole M in a duffle
Bitch got the nerve to say she don’t like rubbers
She don’t know that I know she be f**kin’ my brother
Bitch, I ain’t goin’ out like no sucker, yeah
West Coast, smokin’ on Gushers, yeah
Cartier watch, shit busted, yeah
I done ran up a whole lot, yeah
I don’t want the twat, just top, yeah
Goin’ up a whole ‘nother notch, yeah
Can’t be stuck in one slot, yeah

Moneybagg Yo – Pistol By Da Bed Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ah
Yeah
DTB, you play too much

[Verse 1]
Million in jewels, don’t include what I got on (Not these)
I was already rich before they caught on (Got it up)
Play both sides, apologize, you still get shot on (Brrt)
Sign a shooter, do walk throughs, he don’t drop songs (For real)
Runtz in my blunt real muscle, this shit cock strong (Woah)
Lamborghini decapitated, the top gone
I love that sloppy head, ‘specially when she lookin’
Got my pistol by the bed while I’m killin’ that pussy (Ugh, ugh)

[Chorus]
Run that bag up through the roof, roof, roof (Roof, roof, roof)
She like, “Bagg, you a dog,” I’m like, “Roof, roof, roof” (Roof, roof, roof)
Paid a car for a watch, this a two-tone coupe (Two-tone)
If I was lame like you is, I’d hate me too (Hate me too)
Plug sent a bale, then I broke that shit down (Hey)
Live by the code, never wrote that shit down (Nah)
Bae so fuckin’ ratchet, got the strap in her gown (Brrt)
If she a real bitch, she gon’ hold that shit down (Down)

[Verse 2]
I ain’t feelin’ none of you niggas, I’m on morphine (Dope)
I get what you get for a show whenever the door swing (Trap)
Snot nose, big boogers in the watch (Wristwatch)
She a thot, stick my finger in her twat (In her pussy)
Get in, sit in, I pulled up in the latest
Water on me, I’m hydrated
Blew that money ’cause I made it
Tryna hit Kylie and Kendall, I don’t care if they related (So?)
Deposit for like eighty, I just spent that on my babies
Got big love for the West Coast, good gas, that petrol
My closet Rodeo, lot of Off-White, no mayo
Your stylist is childish, put him in detention
My clips got extensions like hair on my bitches

[Chorus]
Run that bag up through the roof, roof, roof (Roof, roof, roof)
She like, “Bagg, you a dog,” I’m like, “Roof, roof, roof” (Roof, roof, roof)
Paid a car for a watch, this a two-tone coupe (Two-tone)
If I was lame like you is, I’d hate me too (Hate me too)
Plug sent a bale, then I broke that shit down (Hey)
Live by the code, never wrote that shit down (Nah)
Bae so fuckin’ ratchet, got the strap in her gown (Brrt)
If she a real bitch, she gon’ hold that shit down (Down)

[Outro]
Got my pistol by the bed, pistol by the bed, pistol by the
Pistol by the bed while I’m killing that pussy
Got my pistol by the bed, pistol by the bed, pistol by the
Pistol by the bed while I’m killing that pussy

Yung Bans – READY SET GO Lyrics

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[Intro: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go
(You have 937 messages)
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
(Goose with another one)

[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go
We gon’ get back on
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
Let these bitches know

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Like ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, oh, ready, set, go

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Yeah, diamonds on me white on white like Ku Klux, yeah
I’m on house arrest, but I still blew up
Yeah, my watch man changed my rings, cost a cool hundred
Hey, bitch, I came from nothin’, turned it into somethin’, yeah
Turned it into somethin’, now your bitch is fuckin’, ayy
Late night bustin’, uh, pussy wet, gushin’, ooh
Me and Greedo stuntin’, huh, niggas lame, fuck ’em, uh
Strapped up, rubber, yeah, draped in Undercover

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go, Ksubi on my clothes
Balmain on my toes, I can’t trust these hoes
I can’t do these numbers, I can’t trust these 304s
Mr. 103, yeah, I’m from the West Coast
But I don’t rep that shit, East Side, we Crippin’, bitch (Baby Loc)
I can’t touch this bitch, you should get tested, bitch (Kitty too strong)
‘Cause I smell that stench, yeah, bitch, I smell that stench (Gotta go)
Bitch, I’m on the mound, I’m just tryna make a pitch
Ready, set, go
I was in the club, VIP, went to his show
Say he like my flow
Told me I was ready, we should hit the studio
Grew up off the legends, now I’m a legend for sure
Me and Yung Bans got that money but it’s old
We can’t trust these hoes, we can’t trust these 304s
Ready, set, go, better use your feet, bitch
Use your tiptoes, bitch, go

[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo & Yung Bans]
Ready, set, go, go
Leave you ’til the sun out, do it at the show
Ready, bitch, go
Ready, set, go
Make that bitch pose
Mr. 3-0
That’s what she told
Hey, get it out the mud

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go (Ready, set, go)

[Outro: XXXTENTACION & Yung Bans]
I was just callin’ you to let you know I’m finna do the song
Ayy, bruh, bruh, do it, do it, and then call me, nigga
Alright, I got you
I’ma see you back in Miami
Alright, bro
Gang
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Wanna hear somethin’ fire?

Dreamville – LamboTruck Lyrics

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[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, what’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
What’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold

[Verse 1: Cozz]
Oh yeah
Lookin’ great but feeling bummy
I just ate, but still I’m hungry
I got something, but I ain’t nothing
Brother tummy isn’t chubby
Bills like nymphos, they keep coming
Always something, something, something
Copped some things but I ain’t fed
Dreams alive, my wallet dead
Pockets been bleeding
I got a reason to commit treason
But I’ma hit REASON and see what he think
About how he been treated at TDE
‘Cause I done been scheming
Schoolboy just dropped, give me the cue
I’m desperate enough to go do what it do
SZA done popped and y’all got Dot
I heard Jay Rock has been moving them units
Soul and Isaiah Rashad, boy, you niggas really at the top
Almost thought about popping a Glock
But a nigga ain’t stupid and I ain’t a shooter
But who really is until they provoked?
Nigga, this hunger got me finna choke
Starting to think that this isn’t a joke
Gave up the liquor, I’m bringing the smoke
I talked to Bas, we fiending for more
A nigga done tried speaking to Cole
He be too busy but he be the bro
Shit, fuck it, I know how it go
So if I can’t get a response from my label
And get some more food on my table
We can turn this thing into a fable
And take what I can if I’m able

[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, what’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
What’s those? You want these
Gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold

[Verse 2: REASON]
Yeah yeah, woah
Top Dawg with some Dreamers
Can’t believe it, you surprised, ‘prised
I been on the same shit, getting brain, I’m such a wise guy
Niggas took shots, plenty, South Park, Kenny, I don’t die die
I’m not just gonna slide on you, my nigga, we gon’ slide slide
Made a living staying posted like I’m Diesel, this no sequel
This that third times a charm and I been charming, Cozz been evil
You get clips, this hammer regal
Unexpected, there you have, it’s been affected
So ill, these words infectious
I don’t do ho shit, niggas so hopeless
I been on pro shit, this West Coast shit
We don’t negotiate with roaches
I keep it player, never need coaches
Never need towels, no teammate
Drink some Jamie, I can’t see straight
Cheese like Green Bay, roger that
New West niggas, me and Cozz been that
Good weed bring a nigga asthma back
Getting good bread, got my wallet stacked
Lately, been spinning like laundromats
Lately, I been seeing all kinds of black
Wait, look, I’m lying, look
Cozz, look, I done been broke too long
Nigga bills too long, can’t hide that, nigga
Cole just pulled up in a Lamborghini truck
On the homies and God, we should rob that nigga

[Verse 3: Cozz & REASON]
Rob that nigga?
Yeah, rob that nigga
Look, Rob, my nigga
You could try, but Cole ain’t a thot, my nigga
Wait Cozz, I ain’t sayin’ he a thot, my nigga
Look, let me explain
We could tie Ib up
Throw him in the back of a Lamborghin’ truck
Cole do something, we could let a Glock squeeze up
Wait chill, ease up
I ain’t really trying to get involved, my nigga, look
We ain’t got the same father or mother, but that’s my brother
Can’t cross my nigga
Shit, well I’m Top Dawg, my nigga, so
I ain’t gotta pay a cost, my nigga
Your loss, my nigga, just don’t off that nigga
Shit, fuck it, I’ll stop
Look, let’s make a deal
While I go and rob Cole, you go rob Top
Cool

[Outro: REASON]
Picture me having what they told me I should have
I’ve been living off scraps, I done sold a couple packs
I been smoking potent, sippin’ slow, fuck you think I’m in it for?
I’m just tryna make a bag
I’ll be damned if I ain’t make a bag
Thinking slow, living fast
Nice guys finish last
West Coast, getting cash
Niggas think they balling, they done made a couple wads
Just a couple West niggas, we gon’ show you how to rob

YG – Hard Bottoms & White Socks Lyrics

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[Intro]
I would like to welcome a special guest tonight
He go by the name of
Y’all know his name
He is a very important person of this little world of ours
Now I’ma let him take the stage
(This that real rap shit, ya bitch)

[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop

[Verse 1]
I’m the face of this shit, I’m the base of this shit
I was made for this shit, I got the taste for this shit
I’m tellin’ you
I’m not preachin’, I’m not Ma$e in this shit
I’m really West Side, I catch a case for this shit
Let the marathon continue, it’s not a race with this shit
And I ain’t even have no oldheads to lace me with shit
All my homies gang but now they changin’ and shit
I mean, it’s still gang gang but now they makin’ some chips
Ooh, I represent this shit to the T
I represent this shit like I do Bompton trees
This ain’t no smoke and mirror, nigga, fuck nicotine
Lookin’ like the West every time I hit the scene
Me and Mustard kept this shit lit, ooh
Pac ain’t the only motherfucker with the juice
Call Dre, call Snoop, call Game and Kendrick too
When you think about the West, it’s me and Nip, red and blue, nigga

[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop

[Verse 2]
I’m on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, clout chasin’
Whoever think different, I’ll diss ’em
They be tryna, tryna, tryna put me in a box
I be steady tryna tell these bitch niggas they not
They be tryna say I’m only urban, I say I’m pop
They be like, “How you figure that?” I say, “I’m hot,” bitch
I’m in the Lambo drop-top, bitch
I turn a good girl to a thot, bitch
We the reason that the strip club pop, bitch
I’m the face, yeah, I had to shoot my shot, bitch
Everybody wanna be Pac, I’m Suge
I’m bailin’ niggas out like I’m Suge
I’m slappin’ niggas up like I’m Suge
Set these rapper niggas up like I’m Suge

[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop

[Verse 3]
I put my niggas on, now they lit
Pusha right at Interscope, Mustard rich
B-More run a label, you gotta meet with him
Gav and Charlie designed 4Hunnid, Nano writin’ hits
My bro on this shit, he up next
I feel good, I feel great, I feel blessed
Bad check, swag check, dad check, designer check
It ain’t nothin’ to remind you, check
I’m that nigga that wear that hard bottoms with the white socks
I’m the nigga that had Bompton there shootin’ videos on the block
I’m that young Piru, SuWoop gang, fly ass nigga
I’m the nigga, I’m the nigga, I’m the fuckin’ nigga

[Outro]
What did Drake say?
“You don’t need no motherfuckin’ awards, you already won”
Bitch, I won
I won, bitch, tell me different, anybody
Cross the line if you feel different, nigga

2 Chainz – High Top Versace Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
ATL Jacob
Proud of you
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “Yeah, mon”
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let’s go, let’s go)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Bankroll)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

Foster The People – Worst Nites Lyrics

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

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

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

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

[Break]

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

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

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

[Break]

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

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

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

Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LP – Girls Go Wild Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vance Joy – Saturday Sun lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andre – Go Home lyrics

INTRO
Man: “Andre Fellas,
Alot of people think your song
Kind of bring back alot of memories,
So what u got to say?”

ANDRE: “Oh yeah!
They keep asking the same questions all these years. But they aint never gonna set their eyes on me again.

VERSE 1 (Andre):
I told you I’ll be free at last, I got to find a place to breathe. For nobody cares you ‘re full of dreams. It’s so hard, to make it through, without consumed by the world goons. What can I do if it was true that I was playing fool?There’s still no love just the way it was. Even worst, no one to trust, only God can judge. We couldn’t run, so we kept dreaming if one day we could be free from this darkness. Fall asleep
They never ceased with this madness,
Pursue my dreams to my casket, God bless this little child from the closet who only asked, what could be worst for a nigga to die with so much dreams, full of energy the world can’t find,for at a time we were full of smile. But , everybody know I wasn’t satisfied
.
CHORUS:
Can’t you see,
I don’t want to be here,
Can’t you see,
I’m tired to be here,
Can’t you see,
I don’t want to be here,
Can’t you see,
I’m tired to be here,

Can’t you see,
I want to go home,
But girl, you never want to let go,
Can’t you see,
I want to go home,
But girl, you never want to let go,

VERSE2 (SSGRACE):
Picture the world, what do you see? I see cruelty..LYRICS MISSING

VERSE 3 (Andre):
Welcome home, I saw the stress that
My mama holds. We were black, so we
Were busted in this white house. Jealousy, they couldn’t proceed, so there was no peace. Smiling down, I still see tears of lost crown. One day we pray not to lose by our own rules. Nobody give a damn about you if you choose to
Lose. We broke the rules, to be famous, you got to be true. Recognizing my life was doomed, so I got to choose. Hey niggas don’t you be fooled, I sold my soul for food. Not knowing what else to
Do, they got me introduced. That was the day my life was doomed, but I never knew, ’cause the life was good, everything came so fast and good. It
Was true we left the hood, we forgot the rules. Hoping to find a better day, we became fools.

OUTRO (Andre talks):
My name is ANDRE FELLAS. And I want to give a shout-out to the Shakur’s family for their love and support. And to Dr Dre, Snoop D.O Doule G, and to all my folks back in LA. How y’all keeing up? It’s all good ’cause we got to stay true. West Coast, East Coast, we all living together now. God bless y’all.

Davis Mallory – Dance With Me lyrics

My head gets caught in the moment, but my heart doesn’t know it, heart doesn’t know it
Somehow I’m lost in the lonely, but it’s too hard to show it, too hard to show it
Danse avec moi
Danse avec moi
Danse avec moi
Do I fall in?
Do I fall in?
Do I fall in?

I travel down the West Coast with sun on my shoulders, the sun’s on my shoulders
My heart’s a winding road but I can’t control it and nobody knows it
Do I fall in love?
Do I fall In love?
Do I fall in love?
Do I fall in?
Lo-o-o-o-ove
Do I fall in Love?

You are the one to open my eyes
And you are the one to make me think twice
And you are the one I want to spend my life with

You are the one, you’re looking so nice
When I’m with you I’m in paradise
Spending my days thinking about you baby

You are the one, I want to be with
You’re on my mind, I just can’t forget you
You are the one I’m going to spend my life with
Oh baby

Do I fall in?
Do I fall in Lo-o-o-o-o-ve?
Do I fall in?

Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I fall in love?
Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I fall in?

Do I fall in Lo-o-o-o-o-o-ve?
Do I fall in?

Flo Rida – Dancer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vance Joy – Saturday Sun (Lyric Video)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Warm Brew – Stretch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cherry lambo – Evalyn lyrics

Lyrics Evalyn – Cherry lambo

I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
Wanna be king in a cherry Lambo
I wanna go hard, but I wanna lay low, I want it all
I want a boyfriend, but I wanna run free
Wanna be nasty, wanna be sweet
Want the West Coast with the little Wall Street, I want it all.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what you know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.

I wanna hop trains, wanna win the lotto
And buy my mama a sick condo
In my Chuck Taylors and my Tom Ford, I want it all
I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
We could be kings in a cherry Lambo
If you wanna hang tight or you wanna let go, we’ll have it all.

Got debt that we owe, f*ck what we know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Versuri-lyrics.info
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what I now
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.
Evalyn lyrics
Video lambo

Lil B – Still Run It (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
2017 and I’m here to represent
And I’m the DJ, It’s BasedGod in the mix
And it ain’t no question if I’m down to ride
On the West Coast it’s get money or die
I’ma tell you this motherfucker I ain’t no punk
Cause everything I seen I never said a word once
I come from Berkley, Water Front to be exact
And I don’t go to strip clubs, bitch fuck with a mack
All you niggas soft, I don’t fuckin autotune
I make your bitch suck my dick while her friend’s in the room
People like me facing 30 to life
And I don’t give a motherfuck if you black or if you white
Shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’ you a mark
I’d rather break a whole bank then let a bitch break my heart
It’s us against them, motherfuck the rest
And if you’ve got a problem bitch come to the West

[Bridge]
It’s 2017, West Coast we back
Hip-Hop is back
Light that weed up, it’s finna be a long night tonight
Bay Area

[Verse 2]
What the fuck is funny? Motherfucker I ain’t no joke
My name Lil B and it’s murder that he wrote
I need a hundred thousand for a beat and a verse
And niggas like me I put yo ass in a hearse
So how do I survive in this world full of pain?
No, I’m not a slave and your history is fake
I tell you like this I ain’t no motherfuckin’ sucka
And tell that punk hoe I don’t motherfuckin’ love her
I’ma tell you somethin’, girl, get a education
I need a smart woman, not a girl that’s fakin’
Rollin’ five deep in a four-door Chevy
Like Pastor Troy motherfucker I’m ready
Only takes a second, and you gone
That’s why I had to make this a rap song
This is for the world, I do this for y’all
I’m finna throw a party at Easmont Mall

[Bridge]
Lil B in the house
BasedGod in the House
Yeah, Yeah
Let’s get it
BasedGod

[Instrumental Outro]

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 B – Rawest Rapper Alive (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
History in the making
Rawest rapper alive
Lil B
BasedGod
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I put my heart on paper, venting on a daily basis
It’s like a painting how I’m stroking for the final stages
Let me win cause I’m on the bottom
I’m from the under where it rain but the water shower
Ask my nigga, we was robbing for that mighty dollar
The mighty dollar got him five, for a thousand dollars
Fuck that shit, I ain’t that nigga that gon’ sit in jail
I’m finna rap until my mama say she living well
Living swell, I live in hell in the real world
That’s why Basedworld the only place with based girls
See, my face don’t break with a solid body
I’m like a porn star, cause I’m eating anybody
And it’s hot nowadays, cause people getting sloppy
It’s like cheerleaders, my niggas catching bodies
I’m sorry

[Bridge]
I said I’m sorry man
It’s like, my niggas is really cheerleaders nowadays, man
Catching bodies and shit
Get with me
I’ll body your bitch
Rawest rapper alive

[Verse 2]
If I don’t end up on top, let me run the bottom
Off that Rossi, Carlos Rossi, see my eyes in shadows
See my face beneath the water with the water shallow
You feel me?
I’ma tell you like this man
Fuck a money hungry bitch, she gon’ get your issue
I’m riding on you, while a sucker nigga riding with you
No support with the levees or a nigga’s dreams
I can’t see the bitch, so I’m smoking Mary Jane
Yeah

[Bridge]
Lil B for "Lil Boss" making history
Who the fuck said hip-hop is dead?
Shhh

[Verse 3]
Look at me, I’m a starving artist
Have you ever had your face drawn by fifty girls?
I done did it, freestyling for eighty tracks
A hundred Myspace, that imported, out my ass
I love rap, I done did it cause I sacrifice
Anything and everything, for the based life
To live right, mind reader cause I’m copacetic
I touched the girl and made her faint, she called the paramedics

[Bridge]
Yes, my nigga, I’m the best
Yes, I’m the best, my nigga, I’m the best (x3)
Yes, I’m the best
BasedGod
Yeah, Based Lord
Brang dang on your bitch, man
History
Y’all gon’ miss me
I got the crown man, hold the throne
Westside, West Coast, man
We got this shit
It’s our time
Fuck the grind

[Verse 4]
Brang dang, man, all game, all terrain
I move on autopilot with no pilot, I’m the pilot
Move in silence, cause they watch you when your face is violent
Rather see you making money than selling and grinding
And I’m tired of the fact I’m sitting and crying
Maybe cause I’m a Leo, boy, a heart of a lion
And I hate to see my niggas that’s living and dying
That’s why I’m riding for ’em, Lil B, I can’t stop ’em

[Outro]
Only thing that’s stopping me is myself
West Coast
Bay Area
Bitch

ASAP Ferg – East Coast Remix (feat. Busta Rhymes) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil’ mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
‘Fore we run up inside of that nigga’s lil’ condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we’re in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got (come on)
Don’t do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Y’all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I’m missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who’s that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I’m finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I’m the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Blackin’ like I’m fresh out from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn’t ride an instrumental but they ridin’ dick
I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, (aye) his diamonds like tip (aye)
His skin too clear, (aye) his bitch gon’ stare (aye)
So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie’s lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I’m going (woo!)
Running, pitching like I’m bowling (woo!)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I’m Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I’m more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters on collins
I feel like a coach, I’m recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I’m ballin’ in blue like I’m hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don’t play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon’ pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I’m still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I’m mashin’

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga

[Verse 6: Rick Ross]
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I’ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz’s Angels
Never was a client, ’cause that boy ain’t buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder’s fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don’t speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I’ma turn the labels out

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp, young nigga that’s doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y’all niggas gon’ get merked
What the fuck is you talking ’bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon’ put in work
Bang on ya’ gang culture, out of this world
It’s all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don’t slip, think not, on the block where it’s hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on ’em
I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin’
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I’m from Long Beach

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
See I’m from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
See I’m from Long Beach
This that East Coast motherfucker
California motherfucker, see I’m from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
West Coast

2Pac – Thug Style (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain’t shit
That nigga ain’t from muhfuckin’ New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck ‘Pac that nigga West Coast
That fucker that always with them New York niggas
Seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain’t from the West Coast
Man fuck ‘Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain’t really down
Rapin’ ass nigga I didn’t do it fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
And fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga

I’m in this, motherfucker
I guess these muthafuckas tryin’ to take me out the business right
I guess I ain’t East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York
And I ain’t West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?
Fuck e’rybody

Thug style out this, motherfucker, niggas, throw ya hands in the air
If you got jeep make ya speakers pop
I want motherfuckin’ police tryin’ to pull niggas over on this one
We takin’ this one to the whole ‘nother level gutter style thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
We ain’t dead yet

Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin’ to hide ya hoes
I’m gettin’ high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin’ life like a G
In that artillery keepin’ niggas off of me
I can’t sleep livin’ in these wicked times, peep
Niggas after me cause they see I’m stackin’ G’s and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!!
I ain’t runnin’ with no punk crew be, bleed!!
Enemies and my range is on, you’re in the danger zone
My fuckin’ game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin’ and bustin’ them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It’s like they stuck from makin’ niggas duck from Glocks
And all the time, my mind’s full of thoughts of ends
I’m still rollin’ my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin’ like the demon’s inside
Will ’em away in the mornin’, only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried it’s goin’ down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin’ to Mr. Magic
Cuttin’ up the hits And even though I had a habit
Makin’ words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin’ but truth
Halloween throwin’ eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G’s with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab Remember mama’s cookin’, no school straight hookin’
And tryin’ to get with light skinned cause she good lookin’
And jumpin’ over turnstiles cause we ain’t payin’
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin’
I’m prayin’ I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style (my nigga scream)
Niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the mothafuckin’ cross, but my force was wild
Mothafuckin’ bitches

Swear y’all know nigga
Ever heard motherfucka say all in Kool-Aid know the flavor hahha
You mothafuckas all in my motherfuckin’ LP and don’t know the beat
This shit thuggish, fo’ life, I told y’all, it’s album three see
G sound, freestyle
Motherfuckin’ Young Thugs in this motherfucker

Nick Grant – Bouncin

[Verse 1: Nick Grant]
Uh…
Somebody tell them niggas that I’m legendary
We gon’ check ’em first, like the secretary
Leap the competition
Twenty-ninth of February
This double M is all I need
I think I’m Meth & Mary
Bouncin’
I peel off like a dead nigga’
Shooter do it himself
Boy he Blair Witchin’
Blood spillin’ over beef
I’m a rare nigga
And we don’t run from nothin’
‘less the feds with ya’
How you want it?
This that ’96 Pac
Never met a nah notha nigga this hot
Pen game dope, scribble ’til my wrist lock
Niggas ballin’ thinkin’ shit is sweet
Chris Bosh
Boy, bouncin’
You gotta catch those lines
Tell a broke nigga
Hold up that "depressed hoe" sign
She want dick and I’ma nail it
Not the press on kind
Baby girl throw it back
Like it’s West Coast time
And get it…

[Hook: Nick Grant]
Hot damn…
It ain’t ’bout the money
Boy, the shit ain’t in the plans
Girl I got a bag on me
Money dancin’
And when you real nigga
Everybody understand
Hot damn nigga…
I can make the money nigga…
I can make the money nigga…
With the top down
Tell them other niggas
They can’t do what I can

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Food for the soul
Real nigga’ ingredient
Never was a hater
Nigga’ that shit look too tedious (haha)
Come through wavy and they gon’ do you the greasiest
Kids slide up on you
Like pajamas with the feet in ’em
Strong minded, she ain’t messin’ with no weak nigga
My biggest fear is that you treatin’ me like theeese niggas’
Got a P.H.D., and she like the weed lit up
Ass fat, she don’t waste much
Like a cheap nigga’
Bouncin’
My outfit scream murderer (whoo)
Yeah I’m showing out, roll the curtains up
Baby blue Jordan 9
Think I should hit Gerber up
Going harder than Laura lettin’ Urkle fuck
I thought I told you that it’s all about the moola
Know I keep that thing
Like when Lauryn dropped Doo Wop
Tell them niggas’ cool out
‘Fore they hear that booyah
Party animal It’s like when Meech brought the zoo out
Bouncin’

[Hook: Nick Grant]
Hot damn…
It ain’t ’bout the money
Boy, the shit ain’t in the plans
Girl I got a bag on me
Money dancin’
And when you real nigga
Everybody understand
Hot damn nigga…
I can make the money nigga…
I can make the money nigga…
With the top down
Tell them other niggas
They can’t do what I can
Hot damn…
It ain’t ’bout the money
Boy, the shit ain’t in the plans
Girl I got a bag on me
Money dancin’
And when you real nigga
Everybody understand
Hot damn nigga…
I can make the money nigga…
I can make the money nigga…
With the top down
Tell them other niggas
They can’t do what I can

P-Lo – The End

[Chorus]
You only call me when you’re drunk, yeah
I only text you when I’m on
I just said that we’re in love
You probably tell me that I’m wrong
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end

[Verse 1]
I’m in the buildin’ and I’m feelin’ myslef
You was doin’ bad, I was willin’ to help
I said, "Stop it, baby, I’m poppin’, baby"
Lifestyle drive you crazy
Know you really wanna go
Know you really wanna take it slow
Tell ’em pass the Henny, we don’t do so go
Me and you together, we can do no wrong
Girl, it’s your song

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, I swear it’s only you
Pulled up ’cause you told me to
‘Cause I do it how you want me to
Woah

[Chorus]
You only call me when you’re drunk, yeah
I only text you when I’m on
I just said that we’re in love
You probably tell me that I’m wrong
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end

[Verse 2]
I’m a West Coast bad boy, I’m representin’
Call me 2AM to get in it
Said what I said and I mean it, love was endin’
You the coldest in the backseat, windows tinted
That’s how you lie when I’m inside
And you here, don’t plan tonight
Took a while to make you mine
Know I come through every time

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, I swear it’s only you
Pulled up ’cause you told me to
‘Cause I do it how you want me to
Woah

[Chorus]
You only call me when you’re drunk, yeah
I only text you when I’m on
I just said that we’re in love
You probably tell me that I’m wrong
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end
But I know I always get you in the end

MadeintTYO – Picture Me Rollin

[Bridge]
Ooh picture me rollin
My kellys really be rollin
I get the top in the morning
They copy know that they want it
She wanna pull up on me
She wanna suck up on me
She give me company, ooh
Please don’t come for me

[Verse 1]
I’m climbing that money tree
I got too much energy
Young niggas so enemies
I see the basic in you
She wanna look so cute
I might pull up in a suit
Shawty yeah, what it do
Tokyo in a coupe
Watch how my diamonds sit, yeah
Nigga ain’t shining shit, yeah
You know it is what it is
Fuck it I’m gettin a mill
Shawty be mine tonight, yeah
I know I’m freshest in sight
These niggas talking bout might
I’m pulling up looking right

[Hook]
They gon hate, hate, hate
Bitch give me that face
Niggas too damn late
I don’t wanna play your tape
I smoke pressure, oh yessir that’s that gas ok
I smoke pressure, oh yessir that’s that gas ok

[Verse 2]
They won’t leave me alone
Last night didn’t make it home
Gettin top like it headphones
Attitude, she a red-bone
Mouth good, head strong
You know I love her the most
Fly to the West Coast
Good weed best smoke
Fresh cut peacoat
TPC so you know
Can you skate in the snow?
She wanna eat [?]
Ice cubes on the neck
She know my racks in effect
Fly out in a jet
Baby girl what’s next

[Hook]
They gon hate, hate, hate
Bitch give me that face
Niggas too damn late
I don’t wanna play your tape
I smoke pressure, oh yessir that’s that gas ok
I smoke pressure, oh yessir that’s that gas ok

[Bridge]
Picture me rollin
My kellys really be rollin
I get the top in the morning
They copy know that they want it
She wanna pull up on me
She wanna suck up on me
She give me company, ooh
Please don’t come for me

[Hook]
They gon hate, hate, hate
Bitch give me that face
Niggas too damn late
I don’t wanna play your tape
I smoke pressure, oh yessir that’s that gas ok
I smoke pressure, oh yessir that’s that gas ok

Snoop Dogg – Neva Left (Neva Left Album)

[Intro]
Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you ain’t what you used to be

[Verse 1]
I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don’t do it, do they?
So I’m doin’ it for y’all
Marco, I bust, I’ma ruin it for y’all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
And get it crackin’ with the slapper, jacker
Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain’t me
Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can’t you see?
Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet
West Coast, motherfucker, that’s the only way
Yeah homie, what you say?
Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay
A lot of homies shoot to J
But most of ’em prefer to shoot the K
Yeah, that’s the good life
And where we come from, loc, that’s the hood life
Where you mama and daddy
Told to set up out the room while they swingin’ the caddy
That’s on the set, tats on they neck
Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck
I’m dazed and blazed, no confusin’, I’m choosin’
This time I was raised
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out
This Crips, nigga

[Interlude]
That’s crazy, cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin’ on bikes but they came with they flags on the end
See Stacey Adams, fine woman
That shit was fast and late

[Verse 2]
The mouth gave us a bang bangin’ and crack slangin’
Drivin’ a fresh rock, run ’em with blocks in ’em
Fresh out the county, I’m boxin’ ’em
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, I’m knockin’ it
Now I’m rockin’ it, ’61 blockin’ it
If y’all ridin’ by, my nigga, we cockin’ it
We poppin’ on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain’t no stoppin’ us
My recipe is treachery
The best in me, nigga, the West to be
A better place for the one of Ace
Put a 9 millimetre in your fuckin’ face
And let you say your grace before you have a taste
Of reality, set in, yeah, this your fate
Now your homies at your funeral
Plottin’ on some get back
But you can’t get back ’cause nigga, you dated
Another sad gangsta story
And usually ones with the territory
No nuts, no glory
No pain, no game
Life for a nigga growin’ up in the game
This slangin’ thang
Drinkin’, sell a lil’ cocaine
Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it
Now everybody know me
They watchin’ the makings of a real OG

[Interlude]
Yeah, they say if you watch somethin’ long enough, you’ll be comin’
You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery
That’s what I was told
A lot of niggas is imitatin’ me ’cause real gangsta shit
You ain’t cut from it
You dig?

[Verse 3]
Yeah, scarin’ all the white folk
While stayin’ on the right note
And you can quote me if you want to
Don’t say what you will do, nigga, what you gon’ do?
I’m live in the flesh
[?] money imperial, left 5 in his chest
Survive in the west
This a everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam
And how you like me now?
Crip ’til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow
Yeah, it’s my chance to [?]
I got ants in my pants and I needs to get ’em
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my drink down, I’m tryna C walk, loc
See come and take off, it’s break off
And make off with the cash at the pad
Boy, a thick lil’ bitch, he super bad

[Outro]
Gangsta, gangsta
Futuristic
Snoop Dogg
48 hunnid
C’s up, yeah
Shoot or shout out to my home boys
Harlem 30
Yeah, real shit
All my niggas on the East coast
6-0’s, 8-Tray, Hoovers
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
And the South side, ya dig?
Nutty Blocc
Santana
Oh, can’t forget them Long Beach niggas
East side the same
Roll with 20 Crips
19th Street
West side, you know what’s hatnin’
Saten Day, West Coast
North side on the block
All hood, yeah
Crip shit

Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G. – When We Party (feat. Snoop Dogg) (The King & I Album)

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Snoop Dogg]
Y’all niggas is a mess
Thinking I’m gon stop, giving LA props
Ain’t no party like a West Coast party
‘Cause a West Coast party don’t stop

[Hook: Faith Evans]
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
Drinkin’ and smokin’ all night, all night long
We keep it funky on the West Coast
(They gon’ keep it funky on the West Side)
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. + Snoop Dogg]
When the la-la hits ya, lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that your hat can’t fit you
Either I’m with ya or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
The maze is a daze, I blaze, I will amaze
Smokin’ while you’re loccin’ with some California A’s
Me and B.I.G., what it is, get it in
Sippin’ gin with the Hen in the alleyway
Bangin’ the Cali way
Talking to the rap inventor
Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E
Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo
S-N-double O-P, big D-O
Old school nigga, ’84 El Camino
LBC know, we love Biggie though
I.E.Y. in even Bernadino[?]

[Hook: Faith Evans]
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
Drinkin’ and smokin’ all night, all night long
We keep it funky on the West Coast
(They gon’ keep it funky on the West Side)
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. + Snoop Dogg]
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women and the weed – sticky green
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain’t soft
Dead up in the hood, ain’t no love lost
Y’all know I’m from the West, I’m the king to be exact
You better holla at me when you need that chronic sack
I got it all, one call, no stall, on the ball
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Listen to me, holla at ya dogg
Words of the clever, forever multiply
Birds of a feather, preparin’ ’em to fly
Perfection, selection
This is a B.I.G. D.P.G.C. connection
I’ma spell my name one more time, check it
It’s the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Sipping on booze in the House of Blues, what it do!

[Hook: Faith Evans]
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
Drinkin’ and smokin’ all night, all night long
(We be drinkin’ and smokin’ all night)
We keep it funky on the West Coast
(We gon’ keep it funky on the West Side)
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah

[Bridge: Faith Evans]
Party jumpin’ like hydraulics when we start it
Ain’t no stoppin’, they be puffin’ on that chronic
On the West Coast
We keep it funky on the West Coast
(We gon’ keep it funky on the West Side)
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah

[Outro: Faith Hill + Snoop Dogg]
Don’t you wanna ride with me?
Don’t you wanna ride ?
People come and ride with me
To the West Side
Ain’t no party like a West Coast party
‘Cause a West Coast party don’t stop
Don’t you wanna ride with me?
Don’t you wanna ride ?
People come and ride with me
To the West Side
Ain’t no party like a West Coast party
‘Cause a West Coast party don’t stop
On the West Coast, yeah
Havin’ a party on the West Side
Know you wanna ride with me
Know you wanna ride

King Chip – Headed West (Intro) Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Cleveland, hoe

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

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

Dom Kennedy – California Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quinn – Full Circle

(Prod. ayokay)

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus 1)