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  • BROCKHAMPTON – I BEEN BORN AGAIN Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro: bearface]
    Hot on the day, like I’m wildin’ for respect
    It’s a three-peat, CC, bitch, you in the D-League
    Where you from, though?
    Can’t come around here, this shit is gated
    We made it, happy belated, I see the race, yeah

    [Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
    It’s better if I try not to talk about the shit that’s always on my mind
    Money on my mind (That’s right), couple hunnids at a time
    Try to fuck me blind, duckin’ down, hear me whine (Ooh)
    We outside now (That’s right), milk carton in the back
    We don’t like to fuck around with the niggas in the back
    Pullin’ triggers in the ‘Lac (That’s right)
    Made em’ pray, stay bad
    Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his fuckin’ waves back, stay strapped (That’s right)
    Dancin’ like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress
    Hope the good Lord catch this, I ain’t tellin’ backwards
    Lies is like a actor, Hollywood is batshit
    Mama in the South still, gold all in my mouth still
    Rappin’ ’bout dick still, and I lease a house still
    Move my nigga out still, need my nephew out here
    God gave me a good deal
    Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel
    Bitch, I wanna hit still
    This shit for my part’ and them, Devil keep on robbin’ them
    Expressin’ for myself, like I’m fuckin’ Dennis Rodman (That’s right)

    [Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
    Like I’m Dennis Rodman
    Diamond dentures for my partna dem (That’s right)
    Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend
    Ain’t no answer, that’s my partna dem (That’s right)
    She so bad, I let her touch my butt (Yeah)
    Merlyn, what the fuck?

    [Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
    When I line ’em up, you know that I’m shootin’ (That’s right)
    If you know I been in sewer, you know what we doin’ (That’s right)
    Hit this gas, they break the glass and keep it movin’
    Tell you basic bitches, “I know I’m a nuisance”

    [Verse 4: Joba]
    Sugar, yeah, gimme some
    Gimme dome, I’ma smoke some
    Y’all ain’t want the smoke, been smokin’
    Garden gnome shrooms, y’all, who is y’all?
    This what it mean to ball?
    Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La
    Valet parking, drive a shit whip
    But I ain’t broke, bitch
    Rock my own shit, hit my own switch
    Watch the clock tick, never ran and hid
    Tell it like it is
    Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead
    Texas ’til I’m dead
    BBQ and cornbread, like I’m cornfed
    Here we go again, hit ’em one mo’ ‘gain
    Screw up from The Woodlands
    Number six, been through hell, think I’m heaven-sent
    Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus, like I ain’t know
    Guess I found him, I am blessed, man
    Breakin’ dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats
    I ain’t trippin’, but copy that
    It’s a wrap, keep my distance
    Where’s Waldo, but we winnin’
    Me and my dogs ain’t finished (That’s right)
    The real know, what’s a billfold?
    You can’t fold, I stay grinnin’
    No peekin’

    [Bridge]
    Go ahead and try harder
    You ain’t gotta ask to put up with nobody
    You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
    Get on your damn knees
    And pray sometimes with your muhfuckin’ ass
    You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
    Get yo’ muhfuckin’ ass on out there
    That’s all you gon’ be, a muhfucker
    You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

    [Outro: Matt Champion]
    S-s-send ’em out the door
    They ain’t knockin’ no more
    Send ’em-send ’em out the door
    They ain’t knockin’ no more
    Send ’em-send ’em out the door
    They ain’t knockin’ no more
    They ain’t knockin’ no more
    They ain’t-they ain’t knockin’ no more
    S-s-s-s-send ’em out the door
    They ain’t knockin’ no more
    Send ’em-send ’em out the door
    They ain’t knockin’ no more
    Send ’em-send ’em out the door
    They ain’t knockin’ no more
    They-they-they ain’t knockin’ no more
    They ain’t-they ain’t knockin’ no more
    (That’s right)


  • G-EAZY – Legend lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    I’m back drinking whiskey
    OZ on the beat, yeah

    [Hook]
    (I-I)
    Needed a reason to go off I think I found one (I think I found one!)
    Don’t know what legend is until you been around one (Been around one!)
    We poppin’ champagne on a jet, think I been wildin’ (you’re wild!)
    Bottle after bottle, I just drank a gallon (yee! yee!)
    Since I was young they say that boy he got some talent (he’s good!)
    I put some gold up on my teeth and my medallion (bling!)
    My favorite time of day, the name my second album (yeah)
    The sun go down it’s like a monster just came out him
    Yeah

    [Verse 1]
    I just wanna chill and tuck off with a bad one
    Man, y’all be stressing me, ah, f*ck I need a Valium
    I remember when I first made thirty thousand
    And now I spent that on some dinner, eat Italian (linguine!)
    We really did it, bruh, we came up from the bottom
    It’s what is, I swear I see it how I call it
    I swear you’re lookin’ like a L, you’re not far from it
    And I just go into the booth and then I vomit
    The neighbors knocking, all complaining bout the volume
    I bought the house, bitch I don’t understand the problem
    They bite the swag off, stealing juice, I swear they robbin’
    I swear my lifestyle ’97 Dennis Rodman

    [Hook]
    (I-I)
    Needed a reason to go off I think I found one (I think I found one!)
    Don’t know what legend is until you been around one (Been around one!)
    We poppin’ champagne on a jet, think I been wildin’ (you’re wild!)
    Bottle after bottle, I just drank a gallon (yee! yee!)
    Since I was young they say that boy he got some talent (he does!)
    I put some gold up on my teeth and my medallion (bling!)
    My favorite time of day, the name my second album (yeah)
    The sun go down it’s like a monster just came out him
    Yeah

    [Verse 2]
    I just want to pull off in that Testarossa (Vroom!)
    I just sent a text and then that bitch came over (hi!)
    Man, I be faded, faded, rarely am I sober (I’m gone!)
    And you ain’t got it, you a muthaf*ckin’ poser (bitch!)
    She wanna f*ck, eeh, I’m not mad at it
    It’s all right there, man, you just gotta go and grab it (yah!)
    I text I want her, then I fly her like Aladdin (woo!)
    But if she ain’t the baddest, then I put her in ??? (sorry)
    They follow me at the party, I walk around it
    Like, “Is it me, or did this room just get crowded?” (f*ck off)
    And they’s some sixes up in here, like who allowed in? (who?)
    She thinks she’s got a chance, I really f*ckin’ doubt it

    [Hook]
    (I-I)
    Needed a reason to go off I think I found one (I think I found one!)
    Don’t know what legend is until you been around one (Been around one!)
    We poppin’ champagne on a jet, think I been wildin’ (you’re wild!)
    Bottle after bottle, I just drank a gallon (yee! yee!)
    Since I was young they say that boy he got some talent (he does!)
    I put some gold up on my teeth and my medallion (bling!)
    My favorite time of day, the name my second album (yeah)
    The sun go down it’s like a monster just came out him
    Yeah

    [Outro]
    Dr. Jekyll & Mr Hyde, yeah
    Yeah
    Woo!
    Yee!
    Ha ha ha


  • Two-9 – By The Hour (feat. Fatkidsbrotha, Key!, Jace & Curtis Williams)

    [Verse 1 – LightSkinMac11]
    Said it’s pits on the fence in case I catch a ‘fense
    And I’m never on the porch case them boys are broke
    And them boys talking down hanging by a rope
    Baby blue pit had to show ’em the ropes
    Never s**t where you eat, baby boy you gotta know
    Every ho that’s a freak ain’t green to go
    Nowadays hair retarded, doing something with their throats
    Gotta be 21, you won’t catch me in court
    Open suitcase, n***a O.T
    Don’t front dawg, s**t get UFC
    Don’t front dawg, ever I see you
    You’ll need an IV if ever I see you

    [Hook/Chorus – Key!]
    Playing with my money, you’s a goner
    S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
    Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
    Talking ’bout money, give me router
    Young n***a I get paid by the hour
    Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
    Man I got pull, I got power
    Man I got pull, I got power

    [Verse 2 – Cartier Dave]
    To me, less is more, pay attention to detail
    N****s (?) be bed but they be frail
    Type you caine with the cuts like a weak scale
    But I mean well, this Cartier smelling like Chanel
    Got her browing back bouquets like she wear a veil
    With my foe like crusade, b***h you know ’em well
    And if bro get locked today know I got his bail
    And these words that I say got diamonds in the mail
    East side n***a with more bars than Rice Street
    Got this b***h on go, now her ex want to fight me
    Call that b***h a plumber, she be right where the pipe be
    I been hustling all summer, now my bank account Nike

    [Hook/Chorus – Key!]
    Playing with my money, you’s a goner
    S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
    Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
    Talking ’bout money, give me router
    Young n***a I get paid by the hour
    Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
    Man I got pull, I got power
    Man I got pull, I got power

    [Verse 3 – Curtis Williams]
    Talking down about the gang then we gon’ cause a scene
    F**k you for the culture n****s, Two-9 been a team
    Ain’t ask for help boy, I did this s**t my damn self
    So when I get it I’ma spend this s**t my damn self
    Need more than just an eighth or two
    Hope you ain’t bring no date with you
    Get around the gang, I promise that she will not stay with you
    These p***y n****s got a lot to say
    I need a crib that’s in the hills, yeah that’s a lot to pay
    So I got a lot to make, these n****s hella fake
    Won’t say s**t to your face, back up and give me space
    Yeah, uh, I’m counting money by the hour
    Make it by the hour, spend it by the hour

    [Hook/Chorus – Key!]
    Playing with my money, you’s a goner
    S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
    Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
    Talking ’bout money, give me router
    Young n***a I get paid by the hour
    Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
    Man I got pull, I got power
    Man I got pull, I got power

    [Verse 4 – Jace]
    I got power like the lights so I’m on start
    All my money fast but I’m on bars
    Free that boy Bobby, f**k a dumb charge
    Do the same for my dawgs, Two-9 no gun boy
    So east side it’s a god damn shame
    They angry ’bout it, I don’t know a god damn thing
    I am too cool, I am three hot
    I’m little three on (?) in oh-four and oh-five
    F**k your intel, you just telling lies
    I got (?) like the tide, they smell when I’ve arrived
    Send the clips in overdrive, I can’t even lie
    Do a line and sip a line, say I did it for the god
    Boy don’t play with mines

    [Hook/Chorus – Key!]
    Playing with my money, you’s a goner
    S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
    Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
    Talking ’bout money, give me router
    Young n***a I get paid by the hour
    Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
    Man I got pull, I got power
    Man I got pull, I got power


  • Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall

    [Verse 1]
    All I do is hit Neiman’s
    All I do is hit Barneys
    All I do is hit Gucci
    All I do is get money
    All I do is hit Hermans
    All I do is hit Louis
    All I do it hit Burberry
    All I do is get Jewelry
    All I do is call my Jeweler
    Have him pee on my neck
    Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
    [?] and can fuck you the week after next
    When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
    These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
    I’m in a Rolls Royce
    I’m doing donuts
    He wants to spray me
    She wants to rape me
    She is looking sneaky
    He is looking flaky

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall

    [Verse 2]
    She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
    You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
    She like for real, that’s all?
    I’m like girl you fucking smart
    When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
    When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
    Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
    And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
    I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
    You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
    Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
    Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
    Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall


  • Injury Reserve – Oh Shit!!! (Floss Album)

    [Hook: Ritchie With a T]
    Oh Shit!
    They Said "Man we want some more hits
    Man this sound like some shit from ’06
    What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
    I said
    Oh shit!
    Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
    This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
    Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

    [Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
    I say this ain’t jazz rap
    This that this that spazz Rap
    This that raised by the internet ain’t had no dad rap
    Yo I’m good don’t pass that
    Hit me on my Snapchat
    You might have to back back
    Cause your shit is mad whack
    This that eeny meeny miney mo
    Might need some snap cash
    Matter fact
    Hit the liquor store might need some cash back
    Grab some gum and some water
    Yeah them chips yeah grab that
    Watch your son and your daughter
    Cause them pigs will snatch that
    Cause they always try to box us in but we won’t have that
    I’m a sleeper, Dennis Rodman, so watch the glass jack
    Remember when I had a composition in the backpack
    Now we killing with the composition like the Rat Pack
    I say this ain’t jazz rap
    This that- this that spazz Rap
    This that raised by the internet ain’t had no dad rap
    Yo I’m good don’t pass that
    Hit me on my Snapchat
    You might have to back back
    Cause your shit is mad whack, wassup

    [Hook: Ritchie With a T]
    Oh Shit!
    They Said "Man we want some more hits
    Man this sound like some shit from ’06
    What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
    I said
    Oh shit!
    Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
    This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
    Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

    [Verse 2: Stepa J Groggs]
    This the type shit I used to ride with Tegole in his Chevy to
    ’06, back when I supposed to graduate from school
    Remember momma told me that I need to get my act together
    10 years passed the only difference is I’m rapping better
    Copped my own swishers
    Shoulder-tapping for them bottles now
    ‘less I’m with my big brother
    Chuckie used to hold it down
    Now that shit is popping
    Fake homies want to come around
    And they say I changed
    They just mad cause I’m stunting now
    Got you like "Oh Shit!"
    And this the type of beat that make me drink a whole fifth
    And this is how we doin’
    Word to the old fifth
    And you know everything we drop
    That’s some cold shit, cold shit, yeah
    This ain’t jazz rap
    This that this that Dad rap
    This that fuck my nine to five I’m leaving
    Never coming back
    I’m too good at rap, jack
    To get caught in rat traps
    If your shit is mad whack
    Homie you can have that, have that

    [Hook: Ritchie With a T]
    Oh Shit!
    They Said "Man we want some more hits
    Man this sound like some shit from ’06
    What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
    I said
    Oh shit!
    Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
    This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
    Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

    [Outro: Ritchie with a T]
    On and on and on
    Play my favorite song
    Make me dance all night
    Baby, you do it right
    Woah


  • Game – True Colors / It’s On (1992 Album) letras

    Part 1 – True Colors

    [Intro]
    This ain’t nothin’ nigga. All this gang bangin’ shit? It ain’t nothin’ homie, it ain’t nothin’. I’d give it up, I’m in this shit for a purpose man. I got a reason dude to get up out of this shit nigga. All that shit ain’t nothin’ homie. Ask yourself what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now what two colors did we pick? I’m talkin’ bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what’s left? White. Damn right nigga we killin’ each other homie
    [Sample: Ice T]
    I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
    King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
    Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
    Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
    Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don’t matter

    [Verse 1]
    My daddy was from Nutty Blocc
    My uncle was from Nutty Blocc
    My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin’ rock?
    Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister
    Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
    Cutlass outside on D’s, you think it wasn’t
    15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin’
    My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
    Halfway through the movie her stomach start throbbin’
    My pops start panicin’, moms in the passenger seat
    Scared of contractions so she’s stiff as a mannequin
    Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt’d out
    “Drive motherfucker” them the words my mom skrt’d out
    80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
    Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
    Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
    Gang banging my family got torn in it, all over

    [Hook]
    Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

    [Verse 2]
    Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, ’85 here
    My Uncle Greg sniffin’ cocaine off my high chair
    Mama in the kitchen cookin’, pops on the couch baggin’
    Cousin’s loadin’ Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
    Fiends walkin’ in and out my house in old Nikes
    Pops used to tell me: “Son, don’t you ever be like me
    The Bloods want to kill me, the cops’ll never catch me
    And when you gang bangin’ life’s shorter than Joe Pesci”
    Then one night my pops came home off heroin
    Shit changed, I’m glad my mama didn’t marry him
    Molested my sister that night cause she was scared
    I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn’t there
    It was late night, 2AM, my mother at work
    My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
    Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
    Turned on the light and everything was red
    I’m surrounded by

    [Hook]
    Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

    [Verse 3]
    Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
    Playin’ with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
    Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
    Watchin’ ’64s hop my nigga, no green screen
    Walkin’ from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
    Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide those?
    Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin’
    Couldn’t cook, burnin’ holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
    Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
    40 sippin’ on these niggas
    If you Crippin’, we was trippin’ on you nigga
    But the Crips would never lay down
    They thought that it was they town
    We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
    Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip school
    I’m lucky I’m alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
    26 dead homies and 2 dead brothers
    Compton is a cold motherfucker
    Niggas dyin’ over

    [Hook]
    Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

    Part 2 – It’s On

    [Hook]
    If someone took the flag out my pocket
    Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
    If someone took the flag out my pocket
    Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
    If someone took the flag out my pocket
    Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
    If someone took the flag out my pocket
    Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

    [Verse: Osbe Chill]
    These rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
    Straight out of Baldwin Village
    If it’s any real activity I’m in it in the midst of the fiction
    Still had a vision, look I never gave up
    Game put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
    I’m Jungles, most my niggas gone so I’ma do it for them
    Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., Tiny M
    It’s struggle first, blessin’ last
    Like I’ve been hittin’ licks all my life and I passed
    Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain’t a bitch
    Been bangin’ all my life now I’m just tryna get rich
    This shit is drastic, my flow bashin’
    On rappers I’m flowin’ after
    The cabbage is all that matters
    I’m laughin’, these niggas cowards
    It’s Osbe, gang bangin’ is my hobby
    Except my model cars it’s a fuckin’ dead body
    I’m from The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan
    Loadin’ up the clips and hoppin’ out them stolen cars and

    [Hook]
    If someone took the flag out my pocket