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  • Future – Tricks on Me Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    Just got a call from my mom
    Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’
    About the lawsuit
    I thought they had had that down, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
    Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
    This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
    Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
    Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related
    Pop stylin’ this shit for my shottas incarcerated
    Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
    Pop stylin’ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
    How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her?
    How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
    Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ
    I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
    Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out
    I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out
    I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
    I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
    I chief on gas house, until I pass out
    Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
    Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it
    Here done came Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)
    I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
    It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me
    I tried to treat that shit just like a party
    I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
    Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
    I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
    I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

    [Chorus]
    Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
    Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
    Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
    Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me
    Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
    Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
    ​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
    Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

    [Verse 2]
    Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
    Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder
    Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
    The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas
    Had to look the other way, could be the other way
    Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
    I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
    (Let’s go, let’s go)

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
    Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
    I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
    I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

    [Chorus]
    Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so fuckin’ hurt)
    Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
    Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
    Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)
    Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
    Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
    ​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
    Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary


  • OBLADAET – FASHION TV (feat. ATL) lyrics

    [Припев: OBLADAET]
    Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
    Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
    Я во всем новом, во всем новом
    Я во всем новом, слышишь, во всем новом

    [Куплет 1: OBLADAET]
    У тебя свой взгляд? Тебя не спросили
    Мы живём красиво: мы в России
    Молюсь за культуру, Господь, спаси нас
    Всем нужна пара, мне от Raf Simons
    И дай стимул забраться наверх, будто Годзилла, мне под силу
    Я сверхчеловек, тело в пластинах, да и просто классный, будто Барт Симпсон
    У меня нет слов
    Ты без билетов, но знай своё место
    Монохром на теле – это дресскод
    И мне не грустно – это стресс, бро
    У вас нет вкуса, понятно с виду
    Не шмот от Kanye – это рваный свитер
    Куда заплыл ты, уже столько литров
    Я поднял планку – танцуем лимбо
    Всегда на чистом
    Какие чувства? Вся суть в числах
    Я надел черное и все чинно
    Как одел черного Рубчинский
    Это город мостов
    Попал на развод, и не скоро восход
    Твое сердце в пятки, будто Comme Des Garcons
    А я глас народа, будто главный масон
    Уже в горле комом
    Сбежал будто Бэйн и мой город Готэм
    Я сплю днем, пока вы по работам
    Она хочет мой альбом, флоу – феромоны
    Куш нам сулит, кэш на цепи
    На мне новые Yohji – фреш нацепил
    Я каждый день вижу фэшн убийства
    Но без ящика – это Fashion TV

    [Припев: OBLADAET]
    Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
    Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
    Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
    Я во всем новом, во всем новом
    Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
    Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
    Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
    Я во всем новом, во всем новом

    [Куплет 2: ATL]
    Зубной щетки ворс вотри в подошвы чётеньких Y-3
    Мой кислотный дом как bad trip, хули нам твой брэнд – это понты
    Снова белоснежный белый-белый дым так приятно втащит тебе под дых
    Отражаем свет, как 3M, в зрачках шире черной дыры
    В темных тонах тут сечём мы – “Ночной дозор” с откидным мечом
    Нам души вряд ли освятит свечой, но оставаться белым во всём черном
    Мы Code Red’им, и тихо-тихо так в полубреде я дико-дико дам
    Свой куплетик, KarmaKoma.com, и точка
    Ребята слагают стихи в полголоса и чертят Adidas’а полосы
    Дабы навечно оставаться в тонусе, чертят Adidas’а полосы
    Бонусы, бонусы, бонусы, за этот трэш
    Доспехи Бога блеснут на солнце, хищный Lacoste прикроет плешь
    А ты посмотри, как стильно я не брит, почувствуй, как стильно я вонюч
    Как завещал мне Laser B, здесь все умрут, а я изумруд
    И вы мрёте так стильно: Suicide Mouse тут как тут
    И как ни крути, но здесь все умрут, а я изумруд

    [Припев: OBLADAET]
    Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
    Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
    Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
    Я во всем новом, во всем новом
    Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
    Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
    Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
    Я во всем новом, во всем новом


  • 2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhené Aiko)

    [Intro: 2 Chainz]
    Yeah, hahaha
    Yeah, ooh
    Yah

    [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
    That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
    Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
    Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
    That’s a vibe, yeah
    Yeah, yeah

    [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Yeah, that’s a vibe
    She wanna vibe
    That’s a vibe
    This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
    Late night
    Oh it’s a vibe
    Let me slide
    Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    Dim the lights
    Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
    Get high
    It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

    [Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
    It’s a vibe
    Don’t you like?
    Your pussy drippin’
    Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
    It’s a vibe
    Get high
    Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
    Vibe is the realest
    I know you feel it (yah)
    It’s a vibe (vibe)
    Different vibe
    This my vibe, nigga
    All the bitches like it

    [Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
    Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
    And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (TRU)
    My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
    If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
    Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
    Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
    Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
    I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
    Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
    Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
    Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
    Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
    Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
    Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
    Any volunteers?
    Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
    This one outta here, this is our year

    [Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
    That’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe
    Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    That’s a vibe
    It’s a vibe
    It’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    It’s a vibe
    Am I your type?
    Pussy tight
    Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
    That’s a vibe
    Bust it, bust it wide
    This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
    That’s a vibe
    It’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe
    Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah


  • 2 CHAINZ – It’s A Vibe lyrics

    Yeah, hahaha
    Yeah, ooh
    Yah

    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
    That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
    Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
    Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
    That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
    Yeah, yeah

    Yeah, that’s a vibe
    She wanna vibe
    That’s a vibe
    This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
    Late night
    Oh it’s a vibe
    Let me slide
    Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    Dim the lights
    Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
    Get high
    It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

    It’s a vibe
    Don’t you like?
    Your pussy drippin’
    Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
    It’s a vibe
    Get high
    Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
    Vibe is the realest
    I know you feel it (yah)
    It’s a vibe (vibe)
    Different vibe
    This my vibe, nigga
    All the bitches like it

    Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
    And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (tru)
    My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
    If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
    Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
    Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
    Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
    A hell Glock, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
    Still got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
    Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
    Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
    Got a vibe, Italian want Versace (Versace)
    Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
    Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
    Any volunteers?
    Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
    This one outta here
    This is our year

    That’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe
    Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    That’s a vibe
    It’s a vibe
    It’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    It’s a vibe
    Am I your type?
    Pussy tight
    Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
    That’s a vibe
    Bust it, bust it wide
    This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
    That’s a vibe
    It’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe
    Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah


  • 2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhene Aiko)

    [Intro: 2 Chainz]
    Yeah, hahaha
    Yeah, ooh
    Yah

    [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
    That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
    Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
    Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
    That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
    She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
    That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
    Yeah, yeah

    [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Yeah, that’s a vibe
    She wanna vibe
    That’s a vibe
    This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
    Late night
    Oh it’s a vibe
    Let me slide
    Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    Dim the lights
    Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
    Get high
    It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

    [Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
    It’s a vibe
    Don’t you like?
    Your pussy drippin’
    Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
    It’s a vibe
    Get high
    Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
    Vibe is the realest
    I know you feel it (yah)
    It’s a vibe (vibe)
    Different vibe
    This my vibe, nigga
    All the bitches like it

    [Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
    Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
    And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (tru)
    My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
    If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
    Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
    Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
    Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
    A hell Glock, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
    Still got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
    Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
    Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
    Got a vibe, Italian want Versace (Versace)
    Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
    Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
    Any volunteers?
    Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
    This one outta here
    This is our year

    [Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
    That’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe
    Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    That’s a vibe
    It’s a vibe
    It’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    It’s a vibe
    Am I your type?
    Pussy tight
    Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
    That’s a vibe
    Bust it, bust it wide
    This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
    That’s a vibe
    It’s a vibe
    That’s a vibe
    Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
    It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah


  • Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$y) (Smokin On My Own Strain Mixtape)

    [Chorus]
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
    Window down, top drop

    [Verse 1: Curren$y]
    In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
    Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
    Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
    Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
    The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
    Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
    What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
    I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
    Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
    After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
    I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
    Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
    I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
    I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

    [Chorus]
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
    Window down, top drop
    Window down, top drop

    [Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
    Window down, top drop
    Nigga gon’ get my guap
    In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
    Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
    In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
    Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
    Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
    Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
    What you saying lil homie?
    I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
    Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
    Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
    Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
    Was scared for me, momma I made it
    Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
    30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
    My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
    ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

    [Chorus]
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
    Window down, top drop
    Window down, top drop


  • Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$Y)

    [Chorus]
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
    Window down, top drop

    [Verse 1: Curren$y]
    In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
    Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
    Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
    Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
    The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
    Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
    What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
    I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
    Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
    After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
    I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
    Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
    I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
    I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

    [Chorus]
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
    Window down, top drop
    Window down, top drop

    [Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
    Window down, top drop
    Nigga gon’ get my guap
    In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
    Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
    In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
    Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
    Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
    Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
    What you saying lil homie?
    I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
    Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
    Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
    Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
    Was scared for me, momma I made it
    Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
    30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
    My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
    ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

    [Chorus]
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
    Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
    Window down, top drop
    Window down, top drop


  • Chris Brown – Party Lyrics

    [Intro: Usher & Chris Brown]
    Oh, hey
    Yeah, it’s Breezy
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
    Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
    Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
    When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party

    [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
    Bitches dancin’ naked in my livin’ room
    She straight out of college, just turned 22
    Girl, get your money up, I ain’t even mad at you
    Got you all on me, makin’ these niggas catchin’ attitudes
    Tell ’em don’t start it, my niggas retarded
    Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
    I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
    It’s my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
    Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
    Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
    When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party

    [Verse 2: Usher]
    Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
    Shout out to my team, we be out there doin’ the most
    Girl, come to my place, but don’t bring no clothes
    Let’s be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
    Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin’ the weakness
    All in the back, dishin’ the cash, make me if you need it
    I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
    It’s my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
    Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
    Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
    When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party

    [Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
    It’s party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
    Flyin’ in my ‘rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
    I’m from the east of ATL, but ballin’ in the Cali hills
    Lil mama booty boomin’, that bitch movin’ and she standin’ still
    I know these bitches choosin’ me, but I got 80 on me still
    I’m tryna fuck, who tryna chill? ‘Cause I’m just tryna pay some bills
    I’m multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
    Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
    Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
    So either you gon’ take a ride, or you gon’ stay with him
    ‘Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
    Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
    Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
    Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
    When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party


  • Chris Brown – Party (feat. Gucci Mane & Usher)

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
    Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
    Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
    When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party

    [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
    Bitches dancin’ naked in my livin’ room
    She straight out of college, just turned 22
    Girl, get your money up, I ain’t even mad at you
    Got you all on me, makin’ these niggas catchin’ attitudes
    Tell ’em don’t start it, my niggas retarded
    Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
    I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
    It’s my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
    Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
    Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
    When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party

    [Verse 2: Usher]
    Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
    Shout out to my team, we be out there doin’ the most
    Girl, come to my place, but don’t bring no clothes
    Let’s be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
    Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin’ the weakness
    All in the back, dishin’ the cash, make me if you need it
    I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
    It’s my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
    Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
    Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
    When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party

    [Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
    It’s party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
    Flyin’ in my ‘rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
    I’m from the east of ATL, but ballin’ in the Cali hills
    Lil mama booty boomin’, that bitch movin’ and she standin’ still
    I know these bitches choosin’ me, but I got 80 on me still
    I’m tryna fuck, who tryna chill? ‘Cause I’m just tryna pay some bills
    I’m multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
    Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
    Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
    So either you gon’ take a ride, or you gon’ stay with him
    ‘Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
    Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
    Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
    Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
    When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party
    How to party, yeah, we know how to party


  • A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

    [Intro: Q-Tip]
    Yeah, Phife—for your life

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
    Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
    Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
    Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
    Just for running through their lawn
    Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
    Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
    Love was consummated and the angels registrated
    Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
    Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
    It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
    And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
    Now give him hope, give him care
    Raise him while his grandma there
    Watch out momma, if you stare
    Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
    Let’s progress the story just a little bit
    Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
    Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
    Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
    The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
    Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
    Gave grace face to face, made it right
    And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

    [Chorus: Cat]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    (Phife dawg, man)
    Way before you got to dream?
    (Bow wow, woof woof)
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine

    [Verse 2: Jarobi]
    Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
    Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
    So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
    Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
    Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
    Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
    Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
    Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
    A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
    Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
    I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
    Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
    Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
    Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

    [Chorus]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more cry

    [Guitar Solo: Jack White]


  • A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody Lyrics

    [Intro: Q-Tip]
    Yeah, Phife—for your life

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
    Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
    Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
    Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
    Just for running through their lawn
    Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
    Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
    Love was consummated and the angels registrated
    Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
    Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
    It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
    And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
    Now give him hope, give him care
    Raise him while his grandma there
    Watch out momma, if you stare
    Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
    Let’s progress the story just a little bit
    Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
    Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
    Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
    The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
    Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
    Gave grace face to face, made it right
    And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

    [Chorus: Cat]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    (Phife dawg, man)
    Way before you got to dream?
    (Bow wow, woof woof)
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine

    [Verse 2: Jarobi]
    Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
    Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
    So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
    Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
    Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
    Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
    Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
    Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
    A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
    Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
    I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
    Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
    Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
    Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

    [Chorus]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more cry

    [Guitar Solo: Jack White]


  • A Tribe Called Quest – Ego Lyrics

    [Intro: Q-Tip]
    Yeah, Phife—for your life

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
    Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
    Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
    Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
    Just for running through their lawn
    Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
    Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
    Love was consummated and the angels registrated
    Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
    Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
    It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
    And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
    Now give him hope, give him care
    Raise him while his grandma there
    Watch out momma, if you stare
    Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
    Let’s progress the story just a little bit
    Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
    Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
    Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
    The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
    Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
    Gave grace face to face, made it right
    And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

    [Chorus: Cat]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    (Phife dawg, man)
    Way before you got to dream?
    (Bow wow, woof woof)
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine

    [Verse 2: Jarobi]
    Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
    Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
    So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
    Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
    Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
    Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
    Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
    Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
    A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
    Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
    I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
    Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
    Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
    Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

    [Chorus]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more cry

    [Guitar Solo: Jack White]


  • A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody

    [Intro]
    Yea, Phife
    For your life

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be gone
    That’s the place left for dead, and cities end up war-torn
    Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
    Neighbors would whoop that ass just for running through their lawn
    Watch that shallow shallow man walk
    Trinidadian love sprout into the asphalt
    Love was consummated and the angels registrated
    Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
    Inside a cloud of sorrow, the silver lining and joy
    It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would enploy
    And before he even squeaks it’s decided it’s Malik
    Now, give him hope, give him care, raise him while his grandma there
    Watch out mama, if you stare, live wide eyes will keep you there
    Let’s progress the story just a little bit
    Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fist
    Sometimes overbearing, though I thought it was for your benefit
    Despite all the spastic shit and cinematic we documented
    The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
    Rhymes we would write it out, hard times, fight it out
    Made race face to face, made it right
    And now you riding out, out, out, out
    Damn

    [Chorus]
    Have you ever
    Lost somebody
    (Phife dawg, man)
    Way before you
    (Bow wow, woof woof)
    Got to dream
    No more crying
    He’s in sunshine

    [Verse 2: Jarobi]
    Never thought that I would ever be writing this song
    Hold friends tight, never know [?]
    Soul so beautiful, [?] indisputable
    Heart of the largest lion trapped inside the little dude
    Took the grip to Granny’s house, now we eat the curry food
    Talking hopes, dreams, plans leak, I’s never scared
    Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue upstairs
    Mailbox, bears, all our rhymes was never there
    A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
    Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
    I’mma flash forward, well took a trip to ATL
    Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
    Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
    Standing on the side of black, Malik Izaak

    [Chorus]
    Have you ever
    Lost somebody
    Way before you
    Got to dream
    No more crying
    He’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now
    See his wings
    Have you ever
    Lost somebody
    Way before you
    Got to dream
    No more crying
    He’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now
    See his wings
    Have you ever
    Lost somebody
    Way before you
    Got to dream
    No more crying
    He’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now
    See his wings
    Have you ever
    Lost somebody
    Way before you
    Got to dream
    No more crying

    [Break]

    [Guitar solo: Jack White]


  • Davido – Return

    [Verse 1]
    She say she wanna look a different guy, that she tired of them guys way
    They misuse her, when they cheat, when they beat and they scratch her, (beat and they scratch her) yes!
    She say she wanna look for a guy like me
    And, I’m gonna be that perfect person for her, forever, and

    [Chorus]
    And, the way that she put it on me
    Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
    And, I’m ready to give you my love
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    [Verse 2]
    E ba mi wi, e ba mi wi, e ba mi so
    I swear, she be, the finest girl I ever saw
    I wanto be, the one to catch you when you fall
    Oh baby me, I go take you round to show you world
    You go receive all the money, no deceiving
    This your body, you be real-earner, believe me
    O mo’yan ni? I go take you to my city
    Choose one, ATL or LasGidi

    [Hook]
    Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
    Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
    Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
    Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

    [Chorus]
    And, the way that she put it on me
    Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
    And, I’m ready to give you my love
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby

    [Verse 3]
    Ojo to ro l’ale ana yen, o mu’nu mi dun oo, aah-ahn ehh
    Ire wo’le wa, e je te’wo gb’ope mi oo, na-na-na, na-na-na ehh
    Ojojumo l’ago n’dun, the alert is here, my baby
    E ba mi wa’omo to fresh, omo to dun, omo to gba’yi oo

    [Hook]
    Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
    Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
    Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
    Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

    [Chorus]
    And, the way that she put it on me
    Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
    And, I’m ready to give you my love
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby


  • Davido – Return Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    She say she wanna look a different guy, that she tired of them guys way
    They misuse her, when they cheat, when they beat and they scratch her, (beat and they scratch her) yes!
    She say she wanna look for a guy like me
    And, I’m gonna be that perfect person for her, forever, and

    [Chorus]
    And, the way that she put it on me
    Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
    And, I’m ready to give you my love
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    [Verse 2]
    E ba mi wi, e ba mi wi, e ba mi so
    I swear, she be, the finest girl I ever saw
    I wanto be, the one to catch you when you fall
    Oh baby me, I go take you round to show you world
    You go receive all the money, no deceiving
    This your body, you be real-earner, believe me
    O mo’yan ni? I go take you to my city
    Choose one, ATL or LasGidi

    [Hook]
    Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
    Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
    Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
    Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

    [Chorus]
    And, the way that she put it on me
    Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
    And, I’m ready to give you my love
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby

    [Verse 3]
    Ojo to ro l’ale ana yen, o mu’nu mi dun oo, aah-ahn ehh
    Ire wo’le wa, e je te’wo gb’ope mi oo, na-na-na, na-na-na ehh
    Ojojumo l’ago n’dun, the alert is here, my baby
    E ba mi wa’omo to fresh, omo to dun, omo to gba’yi oo

    [Hook]
    Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
    Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
    Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
    Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

    [Chorus]
    And, the way that she put it on me
    Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
    And, I’m ready to give you my love
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
    And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby


  • Usher – Make It Rain Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Peace up!
    Ya’ll know what it is
    Yeah, man
    BlackSox
    It’s Usher baby
    Yeah
    Just a little warm up

    [Verse 1]
    I was out in the city of ATL, where we steady keep it popping
    We got them Georgia peaches so sweet that you want to bite them
    And we got the hardest slang that bang from every city
    Does anybody know how to make it rain?
    We keep that carpet green in the city, the saddle in the traffic
    You ever got a problem, homie? We make you feel unstopped
    Oh, no, yes, sir
    So when you see me in the club, partner this is how you greet me, throw it up
    [Hook]
    I can make it rain 24 stacks in the air
    It’s raining money in here, throw it up, ah, throw it up, ah
    You gotta get it on the floor, short
    Get it in on the floor, shorty
    Get down on your knees
    I’m trying to get you all alone
    So you can feel the chrome up in my Chevy drop top
    This the part where everybody throw up the A

    [Verse 2]
    Aye, what it do, shorty? Let me get that number, shorty
    What you see in the A, we shoulder lean and snap, shorty
    We keep the hottest fit, fresh to death
    Come in the club like we never left
    If you ain’t with it, shorty, get gone