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  • YG – Keshia Had a Baby Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro: YG]
    Yeah
    This song right here about a girl named Keshia
    I know we all know a girl named Keshia
    If you don’t, listen to this

    [Verse 1: YG]
    Young Keshia, so fly, so diva
    So wise, so eager, so hot, high fever
    Everybody in the hood wanna taste her, she was teasin’
    Everybody thought they had a chance with it, she wasn’t easy
    She knew the Earth was made of dirt
    Daddy wasn’t around but she knew her worth
    You ain’t have to tell her cross her legs when she wore a skirt
    Life goal’s to be a lawyer or a nurse
    She let Ray hit it at 18 years young
    Them grown-up bums had Ray sprung
    Everybody knew she was the one
    She ain’t fuck with lil’ boys since dun-dun-dun-duns
    Photogenic, she knew her angles, huh
    Everybody shot they shot from different angles, huh
    Lookin’ in her eyes, you saw angels, huh
    You would’ve swore she was an angel, huh

    [Chorus: YG & Rose Gold]
    Keshia had a baby (Pretty Keshia)
    Keshia had a baby (So fly, so diva, so wise, so eager)
    Keshia had a baby
    Keshia had a baby (So hot, high fever, she was teasin’)
    Keshia had a…

    [Verse 2: YG]
    Ray was a young boy when Christ start comin’ ’round
    Chris was playin’ ball so she couldn’t turn him down
    He was full of game, she got hers from her mama
    Ray was lame compared to Chris, but Chris came with the drama
    Mama always said she was Michelle, she need Obama
    Mama said don’t settle with no broke nigga, that’s a problem
    She ran that same game on Ray, that’s sad
    She left Ray for Chris, she in her bag
    Now Ray all fucked up, Chris just lucked up
    Ray probably suicidal ’cause he really love her
    Chris a first round draft pick, he ’bout to blow up
    Ray somewhere gettin’ drunk, face on sad pup
    Keshia ain’t trippin’, she don’t think ’bout it at all
    Months later, Ray seen Keshia pregnant in the mall
    Jaws dropped like, “Ahh” (Oh)
    Ray was really her dawg and she did him like a dog

    [Chorus: YG & Rose Gold]
    Keshia had a baby (Keshia, Keshia, Keshia, Keshia, Keshia)
    Keshia had a baby (Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous Keshia)
    Keshia had a baby (Keshia, Keshia, Keshia)
    Keshia had a baby
    Keshia had a…

    [Verse 3: YG]
    Chris finally made it to the league
    Chris was scoring thirty points a game, MVP
    Twenty mil’ a year, the highest paid on the team
    Life was good good, Keshia neck bling bling
    Keshia wrist bling bling, Keshia ring bling bling
    He was a made nigga with a bad bitch on his team
    Couple goals, they was a meme
    Anywhere they came, they came clean
    This one late night, they was on a date night
    Dinner at a beach house, you know that view was hella nice
    Then Chris phone rang, it read, “Boo Thang”
    Keshia paused like…
    “You bitch ass nigga, who the fuck is ‘Boo Thang?’
    Where she at? I’ma beat her ass and run her over in this Mulsanne”
    He said, “Don’t leave me”
    She said, “Fuck you, I’m gone”
    He said, “We got a baby, where you gon’ go?”

    [Chorus: YG & Rose Gold]
    Keshia had a baby (Keshia, Keshia, tell me where you goin’, Keshia)
    Keshia had a baby (When they’re dead, you can’t leave ’em, ’cause the baby gon’ need ’em)
    Keshia had a baby (you know you can’t leave ’em, ’cause the baby gon’ need ’em)
    Keshia had a baby (Keshia had a baby, ooh)
    Keshia had a…

    [Outro: Rose Gold & YG]
    It was what you wanted, huh?
    Now you know you fucked up, Keshia
    Got a baby that you love
    But the baby ain’t enough for Keshia
    I was raised to be secure and you know you insecure like Keshia
    Now you lookin’ like, “Damn” (Damn)
    “Havin’ Chris’ baby ain’t make him love me”
    He take care of the kid
    Don’t you worry ’bout that bitch
    That’s the way they set up with
    That’s just how the story is, oh Keshia
    What you did to Ray ain’t cool
    You left him, that was wrong
    And now Ray won’t answer his phone
    Drama’s at your door
    That’s how it goes
    Keshia had a baby


  • Jay Rock – King’s Dead lyrics

    Part I

    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
    You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
    I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
    I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
    I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
    I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
    This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
    This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

    [Verse 1: Jay Rock]
    And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
    MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
    Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
    Do it bite back, lil’ bitch? Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
    I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
    I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
    Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
    Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
    I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
    My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
    My sh*t’s been ready, my check’s been ready
    My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
    I got pull, I hope y’all ready
    My tank on full, you know, unleaded
    I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
    I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
    My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
    My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
    My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
    Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
    I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
    I rain all day, you know, confetti
    I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
    I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

    [Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
    Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
    You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
    I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
    Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
    I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
    I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
    I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
    Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
    I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
    I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
    I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

    [Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
    La di da di da, slob on me knob
    Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
    La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
    Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
    Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
    You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
    I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
    I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
    I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
    I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
    This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
    This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

    Part II

    [Intro: James Blake]
    Changes
    Is you gon’ do something?
    What you want?

    [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
    Red light, green light, red light, green light
    Red light, green light, they like, we like
    Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
    Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
    Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
    I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
    Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
    I was absent, never OG, standout
    I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
    In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
    Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
    Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
    They was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Boo yaow, boo yaow”
    Yeah, God, tee off the day
    Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
    Throw me off, I be, “Off ya head”
    Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
    Fuck integrity, f*ck your pedigree, f*ck your feelings, f*ck your culture
    Fuck your mom, f*ck your family, f*ck your drive
    Fuck your land, f*ck your children, f*ck your wives
    Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
    Not your reason, not your future
    Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
    Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
    Not your message, not your freedom
    Not your people, not your neighbor
    Not your baby, not your equal
    Not the title y’all want me under
    All hail King Killmonger
    Red light, green light, red light, green light
    Red light, green light, they like, we like
    Fast cars


  • Listen Jahmiel New Single “Another Day”

    It’s “Another Day” for Jahmiel.

    The Patriotz leader delivered a new single “Another Day” produced by Nuff A Dat Records. “We do this for we families yeah / Brights like like me draw the trees / Chisel them naan give in / We word hard for all we dreams,” the singjay spits. It’s been a hugely successful year for Jahmiel who scored a string of hits in 2017 including a song with his fellow MVP singjay Mavado.

    There are also rumors that he has a song coming out with both Vado and Alkaline but we’ve yet to see it yet. Jahmiel is one to look out for in 2018. Listen to his new single “Another Day” below.

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  • Watch Popcaan Going In On Alkaline On Instagram Live

    Popcaan went HAM on Alkaline on Instagram Live last night.

    The Unruly Boss took some time out his busy schedule to talk with his fans on Instagram Live last night and let’s just say it did not go according to plan. While taking questions from his fans, one fan asked him to give the Vendetta boss a shout-out and well you can watch the video below to see what happened next. Popcaan lost it after reading that question and resorted to blasting the fan as well as his dancehall nemesis.

    “Mi no beg bumbocl**t friend from no boy or gal inno,” Popcaan yelled. “Alkaline a batty boy bout big up Alkaline wha happen to you pu**y. How me fi big up f****t on bad man live how me fi do that. Alkaline them a batty boy them so don’t ramp with me, me will kick one of unnu in unnu face to. Don’t call no mullet name on me timeline.”

    Popcaan and Alka have been at war since last year and earlier this year the MVP deejay released a scathing diss track for Popcaan, “Microwave.” The Vendetta head has not responded to the “Unruly Rave” deejay’s statement on IG Live.

    #popcaan going in on #alkaline on Instagram live????

    A post shared by DancehallHipHop (@dancehallhiphop) on Nov 28, 2017 at 10:57pm PST


  • Injury Reserve – What’s Goodie (feat. Cakes Da Killa) (Floss Album)

    [Hook:]
    Yup, what’s goodie
    I’m the hottest around, my city
    I got all the sounds, got plenty
    You should ask around, my city
    You should get to work, get busy
    Do it until it hurt, get busy
    You should go berserk, get busy
    Imma make you work, get busy

    [Verse 1: Cakes Da Killa]
    Yo, let me talk my shit
    From a college dorm to suite in Chile
    Getting drink tickets in my Mishka hoodie
    To a Mac sponsor just to up my pretty
    Fees is changing so I’m high sadity
    Avoiding fake fuckers who claim they fucking with me
    Dick riders trying to match my witty
    Had to cleanse my palate appetite too picky
    All this Henny in me got my mood all pissy
    Foreign labels keep me feeling frisky
    Steady hating, what’s the ishy?
    I’m the MVP so bitches cannot bench me
    Groupies on me when I’m in they city
    Bet you want this lifestyle cause it sounds so kinky
    Feeling cocky, iced out the pinky
    And if you kiss the don don’t leave no hickies
    Yup

    [Hook]
    Yup, what’s goodie
    I’m the hottest around, my city
    I got all the sounds, got plenty
    You should ask around, my city
    You should get to work, get busy
    Do it until it hurt, get busy
    You should go berserk, get busy
    Imma make you work, get busy

    [Verse 2: Ritchie with a T & Steppa J. Groggs]
    Yup, what’s goodie yo
    Been the hottest round since a nigga ate Cheerios
    Parker flipping shit like his ass Rey Mysterio
    619! Ya that use to be the area code
    Now a nigga been all around like a Mary-go
    Turn this shit loud if you hear it on the stereo
    A nigga about to go Jose Canseco
    Ya a nigga about to go Jose, shit’s scary yo
    Remember when they were like “Oh shit you on the radio!”
    Now these niggas like “Oh Groggs? That nigga’s very old”
    We be like, “Chill out nigga hear me out”
    You just mad there’s only 10 likes on your video
    But there’s like 20 niggas standing in your video
    How that work out? That’s a 50/50 ratio
    You just that bad nigga you might have to let it go
    And that hairline nigga you might have to let it go

    [Hook]
    Yup, what’s goodie
    I’m the hottest around, my city
    I got all the sounds, got plenty
    You should ask around, my city
    You should get to work, get busy
    Do it until it hurt, get busy
    You should go berserk, get busy
    Imma make you work, get busy

    [Bridge:]
    What’s goodie
    My city
    Got plenty
    My city
    Get busy
    Get busy
    Get busy
    What’s goodie

    [Verse 3: Ritchie with a T]
    Yup, what’s really good
    I’m the hottest motherfucker in my neighborhood
    Even if I came to yours, I probably would
    Ok maybe not if you live in Hollywood
    I might pull up, I might skirt off
    In the Pathfinder with the Birks on
    Or the 4Runner with the Hares on
    And your girl still mad I cut my hair off
    Cause it’s Ritchie with a motherfucking T
    I got a classic tape, plus a degree
    Ok not yet, I got another year
    I’ll have another classic plus my Grandma’s cheers
    I ain’t trying to be no motherfucking engineer
    I’ma get my mom a crib with a rap career
    And a 6 series make the roof disappear
    So she can never say “There ain’t no fucking room in here”
    Yup


  • Skippa Da Flippa – Dat Way

    [Intro: Skippa Da Flippa]
    Woah
    (30 you a fool for this one)
    Oh you going dat way huh?
    Woah
    Woah
    Flippa!

    [Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
    Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
    I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
    I’m ball cappin’, ball player
    My garage it got a elevator
    Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga

    [Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
    Skrong nigga
    They say you tell it well you wrong nigga
    Zero, zero, zero comma, triple zero figures
    Kyrie Irving in the paint [?]
    I’m like nino in the pot the raw right in the middle
    Dat way
    Paint the Benz coupe matte grey
    Snap ya’ cap like it’s hat day
    Save a fifty for a bad day
    Ball cappin’ I’m the MVP
    Skrong nigga no Hercules
    Rubber band it as I count the G’s
    Pour a four just to get some Z’s
    House that I dreamed of
    I don’t trust 12 so i bought a nina
    Only talk money I think my demeanor
    I love the money like Martin love Gina
    I’m a ride it to the roaders
    Don’t stop he try pull you over
    I think the real should get closer
    And I won’t live looking over my shoulder

    [Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
    Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
    I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
    I’m ball cappin’, ball player
    My garage it got a elevator
    Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga

    [Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]
    I play for keeps don’t never mix [?] I’m strong like a gymnast
    White on white M and I had to tint it
    So much [?] you would think I was the chemist
    The snakes are closer than you think
    Pearl perfect be the paint
    I’m having birds off the [?]
    Shooter shoot faster than you blink or think
    You better look our for your brother he shouldn’t need if you really love him
    I’m true to loyalty and I thank my mother
    She say stay together and watch over each other
    I love the way the money feel
    I’ve been stacking up blue bills
    Big house fuck a hill
    And I’m going dat way I mean it for real
    See a, fifty bands on top of fifty bands
    I’m a take my time you a mini man
    Sticks on sticks like the Taliban
    Now they need me I used to be the six man
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Pick up the backend’ on Saturday
    Ties and offerings Sunday
    Get back to the money on Monday

    [Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
    Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
    I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
    I’m ball cappin’, ball player
    My garage it got a elevator
    Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Dat way
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga
    Skrong nigga


  • Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Wasatch Front (The Letter O Album) letras

    [Hook]
    Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
    What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
    Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
    Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
    Far away from home and feeling so alone
    A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
    Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
    The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

    [Verse 1]
    Got to college me and mama had to setup the dorm
    Shortly after got the first tat on my my upper arm
    Hit the volley ball game yea that welcome was warm
    She crying driving off time to weather the storm
    First day I stumbled in teacher hand us the syllabus
    I’m Dame from east Oakland I don’t know if I’m feeling this
    The notice the temperament right away
    Wonderin if I should stay
    In my heart I know that this the right move for nicer pay
    They ask me Dame how ya classes, I saw a few distractions
    But nothin serious enough to make me late for practice
    I’ll be there coach, I’m jumping on the shuttle
    He said if you on time that mean you late you better hustle
    Grab my bags, got that town swag
    IPod slappin, listenin to "Black Mags"
    That boy out on his own, thinking that he grown
    Wet behind the ears tryna show he got some stones

    [Hook]
    Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
    What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
    Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
    Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
    Far away from home and feeling so alone
    A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
    Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
    The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

    [Verse 2]
    I been on campus for some time, but I ain’t working enough
    I claimed I wanna make it, Phil was first to call my bluff
    I ain’t have curfew I’m seeing what that work do
    Up through the campus I could tell you every perfume
    Turnt at every party, my cut on Steve Harvey
    Tryna MC and be fly call me Marty
    Was hardly ever tardy, we showed up like a army
    A lot of love for hoopers, a couple sports was salty
    I’m sorry, eventually I got up on my job
    Game winning treys and I started catching lobs
    Won a MVP everybody givin props
    Broken 5th metatarsal headed to the docs
    Can’t believe it, in my feelings
    Head up in my palms
    Moms livin with my auntie set off an alarm
    Stayed at school for summer cuz the city doin harm
    Bout to make the most of the given deck of cards

    [Hook]
    Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
    What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
    Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
    Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
    Far away from home and feeling so alone
    A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
    Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
    The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

    [Verse 3]
    Fall 2011, I’m high minded, noble
    Did the work it’s time for me to do what I’m suppose to
    Huey told me dominate and let them coaches coach you
    Started gettin media, none of it was social
    Elevated my mentality all I see is casualties
    How he get to Weber State, my performance baffling
    All the girlies after me, I got reporters chattering
    Started hearing whispers, they thinking bout draftin me
    I’m to the lab, let’s work that dribble jab
    If I get this down I’m gettin 20 at half
    They try to double me I hit a shot look at the staff
    I was in my bag, I’ma get the last laugh
    Coach said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick
    Busted out in tears you know how them moments get
    He said this year ya last, gotta put you in the Draft
    Blazers took me number 6, that’s a mission passed

    [Hook]
    Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
    What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
    Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
    Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
    Far away from home and feeling so alone
    A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
    Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
    The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan


  • Dawin – Jumpshot lyrics

    [Verse]
    Let’s give it a shot, you and I on the court
    Time ticking on the clock, baby, I’mma try to score
    Cause you the hottest on the block
    Nothin’ dimmin’ your light
    But all the options that you got wouldn’t ever treat you right, no
    I don’t need a telescope to see the you’re the one
    But I do need your time and if ain’t yours, I’d rather have none
    I don’t need a fortune teller to tell me my fortune
    I have a million signs that my fortune just begun

    [Chorus]
    You got me jumping like
    Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
    Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
    Boom shakala, boom shakala, ooh
    Wanna hold you down
    Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
    Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
    Boom shakala, boom shakala, ooh
    Wanna hold you down

    [Post-Chorus]
    I said, back at it again with the jumpshot
    I’m aiming for you and I won’t stop
    Back at it again with the jumpshot
    We could lock it down, never unlock
    I said, back at it again with the jumpshot
    I’m aiming for you and I won’t stop
    Back at it again with the jumpshot
    We could lock it down only if we give it a shot

    [Verse]
    Let’s give it a shot, you and I on the court
    Time ticking on the clock, baby, I’mma try to score
    Cause you the hottest on the block
    Ain’t nothin’ dimmin’ your light
    But all the options that you got wouldn’t ever treat you right, no
    I don’t need a telescope to see the you’re the one
    But I do need your time and if ain’t yours, I’d rather have none
    I don’t need a fortune teller to tell me my fortune
    I have a million signs that my fortune just begun

    [Chorus]

    [Post-Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    Jumping into something, I don’t really know what to expect
    But outta your team, you’re the MVP and you’ll never be less
    And baby, the past was nothing but practice, now I’m set
    When you give me access, I’ll just sew my heart into your chest

    [Chorus]
    You got me jumping like
    Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
    Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
    Boom shaka, boom shake, ooh
    Wanna hold you down
    Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
    Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
    Boom shakala, boom shakala, ooh
    Wanna hold you down