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  • Pink Sweat$ – Cadillac Drive Lyrics (feat. Price)

    [Verse 1 – Pink Sweat$]
    Let’s kick back catch a vibe
    Let me unwind your mind
    Just pretend that tonight, is the rest of our life
    Momentary but cool
    Feel the vibe between you
    Let’s make love just us two
    Oh, oh yea

    [Chorus – Pink Sweat$]
    Cadillac driving no chauffeur
    Running my hands all on your curves
    Without your gasoline I’d die
    Riding through this paradise
    Ah, ah

    [Verse 2 – Pink Sweat$]
    When you touch me girl I come alive
    Just say its mine, already know it’s mine
    Grown shit, I wanna feel your thighs
    Rock with me, Rock with me, Rock with me yea
    Slow and steady wanna visualize
    All these moments, want em for the rest of my life
    Moments add up to time, feel you climb, oh my

    [Chorus – Pink Sweat$]
    Cadillac driving no chauffeur
    Running my hands all on your curves

    Without your gasoline, I’d die
    Riding through this paradise
    Ah, ah

    [Verse 3 – Price]
    Price
    No o chauffeur
    I want yo heart but gotta find my soul first
    I know all yo hurt, I know all yo pain, I know all yo dirt
    Chanel shopping spree? Gucci , Louis V ? I gotta offer more
    Salmon over seas, banging in the streets, you’ve seen it all before
    I gotta enhance the mood
    Switch up the lanes , we mobb
    Laying in bed with you, that’s when I became a God
    We was up banging Nas
    Talking bout Africa trips
    The misguided past that we have to forget
    Girl we hop in the whip and now we’re just-

    [Chorus – Pink Sweat$]
    Cadillac driving no chauffeur
    Running my hands all on your curves
    Without your gasoline I’d die
    Riding through this paradise
    Ah, ah


  • Blu & Exile – Roots Of Blue Lyrics

    [?]
    Sky blue hue
    Zulu land in apartheid’s name
    Made by God
    [?]
    Yo, check it

    [Verse 1]
    Yo, I’m the first man standing upright, holding a stone in my hand
    After beating an ape, claiming the land
    Taking the stand and feeding my fam
    Back when man ate they children
    I’m killing other animals just to nurture them
    I journey further from mine, my people, into another culture
    Not knowin’ my brothers ’bout to come and take over (Ayo)
    We made it all the way to Asia and to Australia
    Then made the passage to the America’s after all behavior
    Came home and they started makin’ homes outta stone
    Showin’ tribes around ’em how much they’ve grown
    Yo, I’m [?] at the end of the of start of civilization
    I’m shuttin’ it down, I’m settin’ out to build a nation
    I’m the son of [?], the son of [?], father of Africa
    King [?] and King Khufu, blood of the Zulu
    Osiris, Isis, Horus, Anbuis, the Royal family
    Akhenaten, Tutankhamun and all the Ramesses
    [?] and Moses
    I’m the kings of Egypt, kings of Nubia, Mesopotamia
    Mediterranean, Babylon, Saudi Arabia
    I’m [?] comin’ outta the Middle East after the Romans
    Reclaiming their gold, homin’ their throne ’cause they own it
    I’m on the first boats to reach America
    We all African, we sold you to America, we not coming back

    [?]

    [Verse 2]
    Ayo, I’m Adam, the original man banned from the garden
    I’m Noah, pardon the flood, after the revolution started
    I’m [?], I’m Abraham, Ozzy and Jacob in the motherland
    I’m Moses posin’ against the king, freein’ his people
    I’m Babylon, tryna reach God by buildin’ a steeple
    I’m the strongest man, Samson
    I’m the first king, Samuel
    The prestigious king, Saul
    Son of King David, I’m Solomon
    I’m preachin’ to the choir like Elijah
    Isaiah, Jeremiah and, not a king higher than King Hezekiah
    I’m on fire like [?]
    I’m Jonah and the whale
    Daniel in the lion’s den
    I’m Job with just a little hop
    I’m John The Baptist, the messiah’s comin’
    God’s son, Jesus Christ of Nazerath
    Thank Matthew, Mark, Luke and John for the narrative
    And Paul for all the passages
    Apostolic [?] before Constantine

    Constant persecution, first century
    Eventually, revolution
    Islam, sixth century and on and on
    Slavery, where are you takin’ me too? Huh? America?

    [?]

    [Verse 3]
    Yo, I’m Kunta Kinte ‘fore he was enslaved by America
    Picture the freedom before the terror
    Who had to carry the black burners to Nat Turner
    During a slave revolt, we came before Columbus dumped us
    Off the [?] underground railroad, Harriet Tubman
    Yeah, we probably would still be slaves if it wasn’t for Fredrick Douglas
    I’m up in his government before all them like Booker Washington
    With all his boys like [?] and Marcus Garvey
    Takin’ us to Africa like Chancellor Williams, Chandler Owens
    [?]
    Richard Wright, Rosa Parks and Gordon Parks
    Joe Lewis, Jackie Robinson and John Henrik Clarke
    Alex Haley, James Baldwin
    Malcom X, Martin Luther King Jr, Clarence 13X
    Maya Angelou, Ray Charles, [?]
    Emmett Till, Eldridge Cleaver, Bobby Seale
    Huey Newton, Muhammad Ali and even Gil Scott-Heron
    Al Sharpton, Fred Hampton, Oprah Winfrey
    Barack Obama, Assata Shakur, 2Pac Shakur, Biggie
    And everyone else creating black history
    That lives with me everyday, until I’m gone

    [?]
    They took dark skin and they made a purse for a pale skin whore

    [Verse 4]
    Yo
    I’m Duke Ellington, Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie
    Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Eric Dolphy
    [?]
    Chuck Berry, Jimi Hendrix, B.B King, Sam Cooke
    Billie Holiday, Ella Fitz, Nina Simone
    Aretha Franklin, Etta James, Diana Ross
    Chaka Khan, Tina Turner and Roberta Flack
    Al Green, Marvin Gaye, James Brown, Michael Jack
    Prince, Sly Stone, Curtis May
    Roy Ayers, Temptations, 5th Dimension
    OJ’s or [?]
    Earth, Wind and Fire, funkadelic
    Parliament, Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles
    Otis Redding and all the shit from the nineties
    Eighties, seventies and sixties
    The fifties, forties, thirties and all the twenties
    All the armies, the Black Panther party, the nation
    N double A C P organizations
    All the black NBA, NFL and MLB players
    And we can’t forget Shaka Zulu (Woo)
    We see you brother, Mandela

    [?]


  • Oscar D’leon – Bravo De Verdad Lyrics

    CORO ::.( No se tire compay hágame caso
    Mire que se va caer )

    Si de pelea se trata yo vengo bien preparado
    Con mi navaja en la mano
    Tirando de medio lado
    Yo vengo de monte adentro
    Donde los guapos son guapos
    Aquí no se come cuento
    Sangre corre por doquiera
    No se me tire compay
    Si se tira lo reviento

    REP CORO

    En africa yo peleé
    Con 25 leones
    A un oso polar maté
    De un azote en los riñones
    En amazonas me vi
    Con más de 1000 amazones

    A un cocodrilo aplasté a batalla y a pisotones
    Y en altamar me fajé
    Con 50 tiburones …

    REP CORO


  • Jidenna – Worth the Weight Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    People, confusion going on
    Why don’t we just learn how to live with one another?
    It’s not really impossible, why do we have to make it so hard?
    With so much pollution and erasion, why? Why?
    If we can learn how to live with one another, then we can learn who is going to take the weight?
    Wait, I think that you’ll find it
    Wait, wait, I think that you’ll find it
    Wait, wait, I think that you’ll find it

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah, yeah
    I go for the record, I don’t just go for the medals, bro
    Niggas used to know that we stronger than the devil, bro
    Since I buried Papa in the village with the shovel, bro
    Every move is bold, ain’t no time for bein’ subtle, bro
    In the face of evil, I can find the needle, haystack
    Could have freed my people if this weed was legal way back
    Popo spun the wheel on misfortune, but I ain’t play that
    They come round and pat-pat-pat us down but I ain’t say jack
    I escaped the trap, I escaped the cubicles, bro
    I escaped the drive by’s, drop the funerals, bro
    And I beat the case, and I beat the chase, woah woah
    Can I keep the pace? Can I keep the pace ? I’on know
    I escaped them tryna bleach a nigga’s brain
    Coulda went to Wall Street, instead I built up my own lane
    Rather have a street in my own name
    Or money with my face on it like I’m Prince Arcane

    [Refrain]
    You not gon’ see me frowning in these days and times, you see, the days of the Oyinbo man are numbered like football Jerseys
    We all know that all of our suffering and smiling has been worth the wait!

    [Verse 2]
    My nigga, who knew?
    Who knew that that boy from Enugu with the booboo on his knee (Knee)
    Back then was actin’ like a poodle on a leash (Leash)
    One day he’d have to learn the juju on the streets (Streets)
    Starin’ at death, like, is your shooters gonna squeeze? (Squeeze)
    Freeze, please
    As a little boy slanging chains back in Chinatown
    Thinkin’ to myself, I’ma build a block at [?] town wit’ my, wit’ my, wealth
    And I pray that I’m the brightest sound that you ever felt
    I’ma take a million flights around, ’til that shit is felt
    That’s that lead the way, ayy
    That’s no piece of cake, ayy
    That’s that troll online that live inside the tree all day, ayy
    That’s that he so gay, ayy
    That’s that she so fake, ayy
    That’s that insecure, ayy
    That’s that Issa Rae, ayy
    Hey
    You do you, me do me
    So long as you don’t fuss wit’ we (We, baby)

    [Outro]
    I believe it’s time for an African peoples powered highway. A highway that will connect the Diaspora and Motherland. A global highway for African people all over the world to rediscover themselves. To remember that the only thing that unites black people, globally, the only thing we all have in common is that we are from Africa


  • Poppy – Fashion After All Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    I’m working every angle
    My lipstick is a staple
    My hair and makeup makes you envious and want to die
    I’m worthy to some money
    I’m saving every penny
    I’m in Japan and Africa and I don’t need a guy
    My wrists are terrorists
    My lips gave you a kiss
    My consciousness thinks this is making me feel fabulous

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Do what I want
    Say what I want
    Wear what I want
    Talk how I want
    Walk how I want
    Do what I want
    Wear what I want

    [Chorus]
    It’s fashion after all
    It’s fashion after all
    It’s fashion after all
    It’s fashion after all
    Fashion after all

    [Verse 2]
    Give me a second to think
    Give me something cold to drink
    Give me a reason I should listen to another word
    I’m revolutionary
    A little bold and scary
    I’m making plans to save the world and I don’t need your help
    I’m on another level
    There’s nothing I can’t handle
    I’m watching you watch me the way the devil watches angels

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Do what I want
    Say what I want
    Wear what I want
    Talk how I want
    Walk how I want
    Do what I want
    Wear what I want

    [Chorus]
    It’s fashion after all
    It’s fashion after all
    It’s fashion after all
    It’s fashion after all
    Fashion after all
    (It’s fashion after all
    Fashion after all
    It’s fashion after all
    It’s fashion after all)


  • A$AP Ferg & DJ Premier – Our Streets (On TRL) (Live)

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Ferg, Ferg
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
    Let’s go

    [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
    I got with Preemo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
    We on a new level with the C-notes
    I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
    And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
    T-Nice with me week to week though
    Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
    For a couple kilos
    Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
    Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
    Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
    Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
    Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
    We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
    This beat hot, I could catch a tan
    My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
    I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
    So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
    What up, what up?

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

    [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
    Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
    Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
    Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
    Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
    Preemo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
    And this thing forever got the game in a padlock
    I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
    Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
    My generation’s stuck on stupid
    Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
    Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
    Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
    It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
    My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
    Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
    You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dreams

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

    [Outro: A$AP Ferg]
    A$AP
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)


  • DJ Premier – Our Streets (feat. A$AP Ferg)

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Ferg, Ferg
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP
    Let’s go

    [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
    I got with Primo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
    We on a new level with the C-notes
    I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
    And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
    T-Nice with me week to week though
    Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
    For a couple kilos
    Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
    Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
    Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
    Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
    Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
    We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
    This beat hot, I could catch a tan
    My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
    I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
    So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
    What up, what up?

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP

    [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
    Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
    Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
    Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
    Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
    Primo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
    And this thing forever, got the game in a padlock
    I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
    Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
    My generation’s stuck on stupid
    Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
    Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
    Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
    It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
    My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
    Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
    You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dream

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP

    [Outro: A$AP Ferg]
    A$AP
    A$AP
    A$AP


  • Red Cafe – God Wanted Us To Be Lit (feat. Wiz Khalifa & French Montana)

    [Hook: Red Cafe + (French Montana)]
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    All the hate can’t stop this
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    (Do your dance girl you know you bad
    It’s your birthday girl you know you bad)
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit

    [Verse 1: Red Café]
    DopeGod back off in the city
    Still keep a stick in case it get sticky
    Ahhhh
    Girl you gone make me blow a bag
    When I kill that thing I ain’t gone wear a mask
    A boss need a boss lady
    If her pussy good you know that girl crazy
    Keep the fame I just want the change
    You see they call me Balmain Jermaine
    My hustle nonstop I got a super bag
    You mad get a cape now be super mad
    They hating but we lit
    We still lit
    Young rich nigga keep a rich bitch

    [Hook]
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    All the hate can’t stop this
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    (Do your dance girl you know you bad
    It’s your birthday girl you know you bad)
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit

    [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
    Skinny nigga but my dick good
    I look professional but think hood
    She only love me cause my bank full
    Team full of sharks, try me boy the tank full
    I got a bitch that come from Africa
    Another bitch to hit up after her
    Put them both together now they both looking so spectacular
    Look at my homeboy say what you mean
    I’m a bachelor I ain’t attached to her
    My Taylor Gang campaign got them looking strange but I ain’t never goin’ change
    I give a fuck about the fame
    Just cause I’m getting paid
    Got two shows to do the same night
    You know my name right

    [Hook]
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    All the hate can’t stop this
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    (Do your dance girl you know you bad
    It’s your birthday girl you know you bad)
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit

    [Verse 3: French Montana]
    Shawty I heard you a badass
    Come and hit this dope and the gas mask
    My loud pack with the neighbors
    Dope team I been with the Taylor’s
    Shawty God wanted you to be thick
    Ask how she get the ass she goin’ plead the fifth
    I know a freak when I see a freak
    I beat the thing twice finna three-peat
    I be trappin’ in designer
    Nothing but dimes in my lineup
    Nothing but stuff in my [?]
    And we goin’ launch a missile if they act up

    [Hook]
    All the hate can’t stop this
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit
    Do your dance girl you know you bad
    It’s your birthday girl you know you bad
    God wanted us to be lit
    God wanted us to be lit


  • Toto – Africa

    I hear the drums echoing tonight
    But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
    She’s coming in 12:30 flight
    The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
    I stopped an old man along the way,
    Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
    He turned to me as if to say, Hurry boy, It’s waiting there for you

    [CHORUS]
    It’s gonna take a lot to take me away from you
    There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    Gonna take some time to do the things we never have

    The wild dogs cry out in the night
    As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
    I know that I must do what’s right
    As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
    I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become

    [CHORUS]
    It’s gonna take a lot to take me away from you
    There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    Gonna take some time to do the things we never have

    (Instrumental break)

    Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you

    It’s gonna take a lot to take me away from you
    There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
    I bless the rains down in Africa, I bless the rains down in Africa
    I bless the rains down in Africa, I bless the rains down in Africa
    I bless the rains down in Africa
    Gonna take some time to do the things we never have


  • Thundercat – Walk On By (feat. Kendrick Lamar) (Drunk Album)

    [Chorus: Thundercat]
    At the end of it all
    No one wants to drink alone
    Baby that’s how it goes
    Don’t walk away from me

    [Verse 1: Thundercat]
    Fragmented memories
    Sentences incomplete
    That’s when she said
    "Don’t wanna put up a fight anymore
    I’m down to the end of my rope
    And I’m freefalling
    I’ll search inside myself
    I need to know why I act this way"
    I whispered tunes to her scream
    I can’t ignore it no more

    [Chorus: Thundercat]
    At the end of it all
    No one wants to drink alone
    Baby that’s how it goes

    [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
    From my eyewitness binoculars
    To Argentina and Africa
    We mastered the pressure
    Hazardous, harassing us
    You laugh at us
    More accurate at bagging dimes, now we bagging rhymes
    Bodybags, price tags on your fo’head
    Nine times out of ten, young niggas are nine or ten
    When the line becomes thin: be a killer or fireman
    Fill up the lavish pen if I needed to right my wrongs
    I can’t deny sin, condolences through these palms
    I remember when your cousin was coming home
    My bitch, why we plotted to kill him ’cause we ain’t know him
    Unfamiliar faces make niggas nervous
    Convicted court cases might hit the surface
    Restricted territories might come through lurkin’
    We ain’t want none of that urgent call
    Well, I’ma act Turk and fall on my identity, Percocets
    For all the headaches, I’m ’bout to bring confetti
    Tumble out this barrel soon as it ring, you ready?
    That was the word ‘for we moved on ’em
    Treat him like Joe the Plumber
    I wonder if someone come and can see this tool on him
    Immature and retarded is what you call me
    Yo’ cousin wa’n’t comin’ home from the pen but from the army
    If I can right my wrongs and pen this verse I read
    Even though a bullet hit him in the leg, still walk on by

    [Chorus: Thundercat]
    At the end of it all
    No one wants to drink alone
    Baby that’s how it goes
    Don’t walk away from me


  • Big Sean – Inspire Me Lyrics

    [Hook]
    You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
    You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
    Can’t go wrong (this one’s for you, you, you)
    You do the right thing, you know you inspire me (you, you, you)

    [Verse 1]
    You tried to keep me away from temptation
    Introduced me to The Temptations
    Marvin Gaye and Isley Brothers
    Dancing so hard the living room shaking
    Yeah we dance in the house
    My mama’s the man of the house
    Mama you too good for them men
    Even dad, you too good for him
    Mama you know you inspire me
    You deserve early retirement
    You text me, tell me to take my vitamins
    When I got a new love you invite ’em in
    When we break up, you don’t like ’em then (no)
    Loyal, loyal, swear you super loyal
    Worth more to me than striking oil
    You deserve the life I’m tryna show ya
    I remember all of the sacrifices
    Growing up in debt, but never hungry
    Rich in everything except money
    That’s that faith that you can’t buy
    But I buy that new crib, you look right in it
    I buy that new car in the color that you like it in
    And play my song every single time you drive in it
    That’s ’cause you inspired it (yeah)

    [Hook]
    You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
    You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
    Can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
    You do the right thing, you know you inspire me

    [Verse 2]
    I know it’s hard to get me on the line
    I’m busy like every other time
    Since I got a house in that other town
    You wonder when I’ma come around
    I know you worry about me
    I give you attitude like, “Don’t worry ’bout it”
    Don’t hit ya up like I don’t care about you
    But I hold you down, I swear I got you
    I know I got problems communicating
    I probably should’ve went to school
    And got that degree in communications
    I should be with you on vacation
    I should take you where you should be taken
    Asia, Africa, Dubai, anything you want, I do buy
    Just want you to know I do try
    To take care of ya, mama you the one, you the one
    You the moon, you the stars, you the sun
    I’m so happy I’m your son
    I’m so happy I’m your son
    You love me since day one
    Since before day one
    So before the day’s done
    I gotta, gotta let you know

    [Hook]
    You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
    You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
    Can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
    You do the right thing, you know you inspire me

    [Outro]
    Look, mama, you know you inspire me
    If I ever made you not feel like it, then this is my apology
    So sorry, look, dear mama you know your son shine for ya
    I’m Sean for ya, my lady
    Don’t you ever let ’em talk to you crazy
    Anything for the fam, how you raise me
    I’m yo baby but you still my baby
    Ayy


  • Major Lazer & Showtek – Believer

    When the valley couldn’t hold me, they throw me in the river
    Thinking I would drown, but man, ah, good swimmer, whoa
    When the river didn’t drown me, they throw me in the fire
    But the fire just cool, I could never burn, oh
    ‘Cause I’m a believer, I’m a believer
    I’m a believer, I’m a believer
    Hold up, pull up
    ‘Cause I’m a
    Freetown is my family (my family)
    Whole Caribbean follow we (follow we)
    Evergreen like the forest be
    Terrible, they can’t manage me
    Africa, no apology
    ‘Cause I’m a
    When the valley couldn’t hold me, they throw me in the river
    Thinking I would drown, but man, ah, good swimmer, whoa
    They say hotter the battle, yeah, we dance when we conquer
    It’s been forever, it won’t be much longer
    Stand firm, you will be much stronger, oh
    I’m a believer, I’m a believer
    I’m a believer, I’m a believer
    Freetown is my family
    Rough sea never bother me
    Whole Caribbean follow we
    Root deeper than a forestry
    Evergreen like the forest be
    Terrible, they can’t manage me
    Africa, no apology
    Hold up, pull up
    Never fall down yet, don’t digress
    Put us against any test
    Yeah, no stress, aright


  • Davido – Coolest Kid In Africa (feat. Nasty C)

    [Hook: Davido]
    Mi o fe mo n’pa any daddy
    I pray to God say I go make am, eehh
    She dey feel the bass wey dey make the girls shake am, ehh-eh
    If you fuck around, you go make my guys ginger ooh

    [Chorus: Davido]
    I be making and spending the owo
    Mehn, I be balling the owo, balling the owo
    Never be saving the owo, I be uploading the owo
    Getting the owo, and I go take your Iyawo
    Mehn, I go take your Iyawo, take her to Guamo
    Mehn, I go changey her life, put some owo in her life, ehh

    "Ehh!"

    [Verse 1: Davido]
    Omo mi o fee mo o, I just want your lovin’
    Modupe, Olo’un, I just want your touchin’
    I just want your love, I just want your trust
    Body hot like a kettle, come and get this heavy medal
    Straight to it, no fore-play
    Body looking like Beyoncé
    Yeezy’s on me like a Kanye
    Adding on me ‘coz I’m being paid
    I gat get realest in Africa
    Bitch I’m the biggest in Africa
    I gat my riches from Africa
    Gat lots of bitches in Africa

    [Hook: Davido]
    Mi o fe mo n’pa any daddy
    I pray to God say I go make am, eehh
    She dey feel the bass wey dey make the girls shake am, ehh-eh
    If you fuck around, you go make my guys ginger ooh

    [Chorus: Davido]
    I be making and spending the owo
    Mehn, I be balling the owo, balling the owo
    Never be saving the owo, I be uploading the owo
    Getting the owo, and I go take your Iyawo
    Mehn, I go take your Iyawo, take her to Guamo
    Mehn, I go changey her life, put some owo in her life, ehh

    I be making and spending the owo
    Mehn, I be balling the owo, balling the owo
    Never be saving the owo, I be uploading the owo
    Getting the owo, and I go take your Iyawo
    Mehn, I go take your Iyawo, take her to Guamo
    Mehn, I go changey her life, put some owo in her life, ehh

    "Uh-yea!"

    [Verse 2: Nasty C]
    Goddamn, body smokey
    Pass her to me ..
    Feel the pest high-top
    That’s a fake sassy to me
    This’ a different typa party
    Book a table for three and buy a mattress for three (book it, Nigga)
    You and your girl just came outta the closet
    I’m happy for me ..
    It’s seven digits on receipts now
    The money coming like a breeze now
    The money calls me on repeat now
    I let the Uber man eavesdrop
    I got my riches from Africa
    I’m the Coolest Kid in Africa, boy
    I’m as humble as an amateur
    Get up and pray and get the money afterwards (church)
    Pockets never been deeper
    Bitches never been shallower
    If I throw a couple Geez up
    And she’ll prolly let my shadow fuck
    And, she’ll do it for a half a nut
    She ain’t take it to the reap
    I EFT my plug a tip
    And he delivers to the crib, yea

    [Hook: Davido]
    Mi o fe mo n’pa any daddy
    I pray to God say I go make am, eehh
    She dey feel the bass wey dey make the girls shake am, ehh-eh
    If you fuck around, you go make my guys ginger ooh

    [Chorus: Davido]
    I be making and spending the owo
    Mehn, I be balling the owo, balling the owo
    Never be saving the owo, I be uploading the owo
    Getting the owo, and I go take your Iyawo
    Mehn, I go take your Iyawo, take her to Guamo
    Mehn, I go changey her life, put some owo in her life, ehh

    I be making and spending the owo
    Mehn, I be balling the owo, balling the owo
    Never be saving the owo, I be uploading the owo
    Getting the owo, and I go take your Iyawo
    Mehn, I go take your Iyawo, take her to Guamo
    Mehn, I go changey her life, put some owo in her life, ehh

    [Outro: Davido]
    Mi o fe mo n’pa any ..
    I pray to God say I go make am
    She dey feel the bass wey dey make the girls shake am
    If you fuck around, you go make my guys ginger ooh


  • Leon Russell – Dixie Lullaby

    Gather round me people, got a song to sing
    About that sweet magnolia thyme
    The black eyed Susan made some catfish stew
    And papa brought some homemade wine

    Now, all the southern children like to rock ‘n’ roll
    The TV mamas tell you why
    They got it on the boat from Africa
    It’s that Dixie lullaby

    And blind Willie Time, he had a dime shoe shine
    Stand down on Beale Street
    And Willie would stop and say "Hello"
    To all the shoes he’d meet

    "Why are you so happy?" said the clean white buck
    "You got no reason to be happy Mr. Time"
    But Willie just smiled and he dropped his rag
    And sang a Dixie lullaby

    Now you heard the story of my southern home
    With a honeysuckle wine
    Anytime you think that you might come yourself
    You ought to keep this thought in mind

    All you easy riders better watch your step
    If you’re walkin’ down below the line
    That Louisiana man is gonna get you, yet
    With his Dixie lullaby

    He’s got a Dixie lullaby
    Ohh, it’s a Dixie lullaby, bye


  • Horrible Histories – British Things lyrics

    [Intro]
    I love to be a British queen
    I am Victoria, you see
    Now where’s my British butler
    With my British cup of tea?
    Tea is not from Britain, ma’am
    From India it was brought
    Yes, for your cuppa, thousands died
    And many wars were fought

    [Chorus]
    British things, my British things
    It seems that tea is not
    British things, my British things
    Can I sweeten it a jot?

    [Verse 1]
    Do tell me sugar’s British though
    No, it’s Caribbean imported
    For sugar in your cup of tea
    Slavery’s been supported
    I know it’s wrong, your majesty
    But slaves in Africa
    Worked hard in fields of sugar cane
    To sweeten up your char

    [Chorus]
    British things, ah British things
    I thought that there were many
    British things, ah British things

    Afraid there’s hardly any

    [Verse 2]
    You know your British cotton vest
    What’s wrong with it?
    Explain!
    The cotton’s from America
    And picked by… slaves again!

    [Verse 3]
    Your empire’s built on fighting wars
    That’s how your income’s swollen
    Your British things are from abroad
    And most are frankly stolen

    [Hook]
    Whatever next? Go on! Pray tell!
    Our British queen is foreign as well?

    [Verse 4]
    It’s true, I am of foreign descent
    And your husband, Albert? A German gent!
    At least I’ve got a British name
    Victoria’s Latin… that’s a shame!

    [Chorus]
    British things, ah British things
    There are no, we declare
    All our favourite British things
    Seem to come from elsewhere!


  • Z-Ro – New Shit letras

    [Hook]
    If you don’t like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
    Matter fact y’all haters ain’t gotta jam none of my shit
    Y’all haters can eat my whole dick
    I don’t do this for y’all
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

    [Verse 1]
    Listen, if you were struggling, back in ’97 when I started this
    And your ass still struggling in 2016, you hustle is garbage bitch
    I can’t stay in the same old place, I gotta keep on movin’
    And since the music keep on playing I gotta keep on groovin’
    That’s why I keep on winning and these bitch niggas keep on losing
    And FYI I’ve been single since 97, that’s why I keep on doin’
    They keep on killin’ me but I keep on livin’, that’s what I keep on doing
    It’s me against the world like 2Pac Shakur
    So anybody can get it, give them 2 shots or more
    [?] if you ever wonder why I didn’t ever come around
    Cause your moma be like fuck you, nigga we don’t ever want you to come around
    And Paris I found out ’bout you when you were damn near grown
    I promise these baby momas these days ain’t worth the flesh that they are printed on

    [Hook]
    If you don’t like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
    Matter fact y’all haters ain’t gotta jam none of my shit
    Y’all haters can eat my whole dick
    I don’t do this for y’all
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

    [Verse 2]
    You can say what you want about me, I don’t mind
    Cause I’m a diamond homie, I’ll be damned if I don’t shine
    40000 people holdin’ my legs, I’m still gon’ climb
    And even though they got their own homie, they still want mine
    I heard Z-Ro ain’t this and Z-Ro ain’t that
    Z-Ro ain’t havin’ no money and Z-Ro can’t rap
    Z-Ro don’t give a damn ‘long as he roll make stacks
    His credit card ain’t got a color, how the fuck you love that?
    Foreign cars that’s all I’m ridin’
    I hear you haters talkin’ funny, that’s why I be smiling, cheese
    If money come in two’s then haters come in three’s
    But without them there’s no me
    I love my haters

    [Hook]
    If you don’t like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
    Matter fact y’all haters ain’t gotta jam none of my shit
    Y’all haters can eat my whole dick
    I don’t do this for y’all
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

    [Verse 3]
    Grown men gossiping ’bout other grown men
    Ain’t that what bitches do? Then y’all niggas ain’t grown men
    I hate to say it but I got niggas on my team that be watching my pocket
    They don’t put in the work like I put in the work
    But they want what I got in my pocket
    Y’all can keep on talkin’ cause y’all just talkin’ and that’s a damn shame
    Nobody know y’all in home
    But I’ll do Africa, they know my damn name
    Takin’ over this world with real nigga music, that’s my plan mane
    Players do what we wanna do and y’all haters do what y’all can mane

    [Hook]
    If you don’t like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
    Matter fact y’all haters ain’t gotta jam none of my shit
    Y’all haters can eat my whole dick
    I don’t do this for y’all
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
    Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne


  • Lecrae & Leon Bridges – On My Own (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

    [Hook: Leon Bridges]
    I’ve come a long way
    From a very hard place
    It’s been a hard race
    But somehow I found my way home
    I’ve walked a long road
    To where only God knows
    But when the trumpet blows you know
    I did it all on my own

    [Post-Hook]
    Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Ohhhhhh
    Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Ohhhhhh
    [Verse 1: Lecrae]
    I’ve been pushing hard
    I’ve been praying harder
    Only Heaven can help me
    They took my earthly father
    Martyred and promised me death then walked me into my grave
    I’d rather die a free man then live on Earth a slave
    I’m fighting for people they put in chains
    They stripped our heritage, they took our names
    Put our women to shame
    Whipped us and beat us, mislead us but they can’t take our passion
    Take my body but my soul won’t fit inside your casket

    [Bridge: Leon Bridges]
    Forget what I said, forget what I did
    I did what I had to do and I’d do it all again
    And if you’re going through hell
    Keep it going, my baby promise that Heaven is near

    [Hook: Leon Bridges]
    I’ve come a long way
    From a very hard place
    It’s been a hard race
    But somehow I found my way home
    I’ve walked a long road
    To where only God knows
    But when the trumpet blows you know
    I did it all on my own

    [Post-Hook]
    Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Ohhhhhh
    Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Ohhhhhh

    [Verse 2: Lecrae]
    Taken from Africa
    Treated like animals
    Culturally denigrated
    Broke up our families
    Prison of false religion, the same God you lied on
    The same God I rely on, I’ma strive on
    Alone just a small tribe
    Fought for truth for y’all, died
    Martyrs live forever so
    Out the depths we all rise
    Die for a freedom that I’ll never see
    I pray y’all live it to the fullest for my legacy
    Let’s go

    [Bridge: Leon Bridges]
    Forget what I said, forget what I did
    I did what I had to do and I’d do it all again
    And if you’re going through hell
    Keep it going, my baby promise that Heaven is near

    [Hook: Leon Bridges]
    I’ve come a long way
    From a very hard place
    It’s been a hard race
    But somehow I found my way home
    I’ve walked a long road
    To where only God knows
    But when the trumpet blows you know
    I did it all on my own

    [Outro]
    Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Ohhhhhh
    I did it all on my own
    Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Ohhhhhh
    I did it all on my own


  • Jain – Come lyrics

    [Jain]
    (Black burn, I feel so alone)
    Without you boy
    Now I’m here
    Hanging out in the street
    Thinking about reactions over actions
    Walking on the sky of my dreams

    Come, come, my baby come
    I will show you the world
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will cover your nightmares
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will love you forever
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will not let you go

    My love, I just feel so lost
    Without you boy
    I am yours even if time has passed
    Take me away
    From this impetuous world
    Leaving this jail of my mind

    Come, come, my baby come
    I will show you the world
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will cover your nightmares
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will love you forever
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will not let you go

    My soul, my soul is in Africa, with you boy

    Come, come, my baby come
    I will show you the world
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will cover your nightmares
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will love you forever
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will not let you go

    My soul, is in Africa with you boy
    Looking at the stars
    On this diamond sky
    Giving you my heart
    So you can keep it on your mind
    Floating on your blazing eyes

    Come, come, my baby come
    I will show you the world
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will cover your nightmares
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will love you forever
    Come, come, my baby come
    I will not let you go