• Tag Archives OJ
  • Ard Adz – Oj With It Lyrics

    f*ck the feds, buss case blud I’m OJ with it
    Had a friend turned snake, but I’m ok with it
    The cocaine’s shitty, get burnt then you learn, that’s the dope game init

    f*ck them mans feelings, I ride with a spinner let them man feel it
    Got a heart full of steel, I swear we the last of the real
    I was dumb broke, so I stepped out of bricky to them cunch roads
    Little dumb hoe, she saw kilos and kilos and thought I was young smokes
    Little paigans, I just dance with the mac not the shaytan
    Five month crop, I got patience
    I can’t fall of I gotta stay on
    The feds want me in the station, they just want the boy arrested, and they want information, but I move like a deaf kid
    My dargs got a heart full of steel, when the steel gun raps do you feel me
    We the last of the trill, so just smile when we gone for a real G

    f*ck the feds, buss case blud I’m OJ with it
    Had a friend turned snake, but I’m ok with it
    The cocaine’s shitty, get burnt then you learn, that’s the dope game init

    X2

    Tryna get to first place, they want me locked bird, in a bird cage
    If I ever get birded ill just phone up my son, and ill tell him that I love him on his birthdays
    Living in the surface, life’s getting hard do I’m picturing the worst case
    Thursdays were the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirsty
    I just grab the herb and bill it, then I grab a jerk and drill it
    f*ck them mans feelings, man ride with a driller show them man drill it
    Its a risk every step that I take, so I cherish every day that I wake
    My bro made ? on the road ,we the last of the real

    f*ck the feds, buss case blud I’m OJ with it
    Had a friend turned snake, but I’m ok with it
    The cocaine’s shitty, get burnt then you learn, that’s the dope game init
    f*ck them mans feelings, I ride with a spinner let them man feel it
    Got a heart full of steel, I swear we the last of the real


  • Lil Tracy – I got da juice i got da sauce Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, damn I feel like Soulja Boy with all this juice, man
    I feel like a damn rockstar with all this sauce nigga, you feel me
    [Chorus]
    I got the sauce, I got the juice, yeah
    Aye, I got the sauce, I got the juice, yuh
    Look, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce, I got the juice (juice)
    [Verse]
    You tryna’ fuck a bitch, I’m tryna’ get rich
    Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
    Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
    Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
    I stepped inside the room, niggas looking pissed
    Smoking boof, smell like someone pissed
    Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
    Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
    Yuh, she gon’ lick my bracelet, aye
    Yuh, Shawty nasty doing tricks, aye (Ugh, aye)
    Yuh, Now she telling her best friend, yeah
    Aye, I’ma fuck her and her best friend, aye
    [Chorus]
    Got the sauce, I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (sauce), I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
    Yeah, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
    [Verse]
    I got the juice, I feel like OJ da juiceman
    I’ma fuck a bitch I met off Instagram
    Aye, niggas don’t like me wait til’ I get those bands, aye
    Yuh, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
    Look, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
    Aye, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I want a stomach like Rick Ross (stomach like Rick Ross, yuh)
    I wanna floss like Mike Jones
    Candy paint wrist same color bubblegum, aye, yuh
    Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, bitch
    [Outro]
    Got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, aye
    Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, got the sauce, got the juice, yuh, aye, yuh


  • Drake – Forever (Remix) Lyrics

    [Chorus: Drake]
    It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
    But understand, nothin’ was done for me
    So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
    I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
    I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
    And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
    I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

    [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
    Shit, nigga, this what I does
    I sware I ain’t lyon, like this is my cubs
    This is my club, and I’m dirty in the summer, bitch
    Weezy F Baby, and I lookin like I does some shit
    You ain’t know nothin bitch, you better know who you fuckin with
    Try to fuck me, I kill you, and who you comin with
    No homo, T, I had to go stupid
    I’m on the high heals, but I am no Cupid
    Hollands Avinue, ridin with the roof gone
    On the Mayback, 2 tone, and my rymms are too brown
    That mean they 24s, boy, what you on
    I’m richer than a bitch without the gray coupon
    I’m talkin out of my head, I make a blue eyed bitch just admire my red
    I’m a Blood, motherfucker, a Blood, motherfucker
    Forever like ETC peariods, good, motherfucker

    [Chorus: Drake]
    It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
    But understand, nothin’ was done for me
    So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
    I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
    I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
    And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
    I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

    [Verse 2: Drake]
    I’m so unsigned, it would blow one’s mind
    Cause every single record I am so unkind
    There is no holes bard, there is no love lost
    Nigga, this that crack and you know rugs cost
    So PAY UP, I don’t think you will ever find another nigga like me
    Never LIE, I got everything I tell them I got
    This young nigga show boat like I’m sellin a yacht
    Who else tryna smoke, me too
    Cause take my mind off the Pressure, that’s what Weed do
    Your girl wetter than the bottom of a Ski-do
    And take a bitch from any nigga is what we do
    So bite down, hoe, or get the right dentist
    I told Wayne I’m going in, like a life sentence
    And understand, I send shots at who it’s meant for
    Never had a mentor, coppy that, 10 4

    [Chorus: Drake]
    It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
    But understand, nothin’ was done for me
    So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
    I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
    I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
    And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
    I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

    [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
    Kidd Kidd!
    Put on my OJ gloves, I’m gonna kill this shit
    Make a plumber throgh his plundger, I can’t deal with this shit
    You say I’m throghed off, I stay on pitch
    The flow ain’t formal, I don’t slack on shit
    Bitch, I’m back on my shit, like a fly
    Since you ain’t fly, throgh you off the roof, fly
    Like Pooky, take a Dooky on a rap producer, throgh the trash out the window like Lukey
    To a shark, you just Sooshy
    You ain’t hard, you cucci
    Wally, Oochi, so this newborn booty
    I say I’m movin slow, I’m just thinkin fast
    Look back, I ain’t behind you, about to lap your ass
    And I’m gonna rest up, till my times up
    I be the tech chef, all my beef prime cut
    This ain’t chorus lines, nigga, your choruses lyon
    Cause the only point you ever gained, was a one

    [Chorus: Drake]
    It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
    But understand, nothin’ was done for me
    So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
    I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
    I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
    And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
    I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man


  • Remy Ma – Wake Me Up (feat. Lil’ Kim)

    [Verse 1: Remy Ma]
    If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy duffed ’em
    I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
    All my clothes is custom, straight from France
    My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
    I get a lot of money, honey
    Queen Bitch, inf beam bitch
    Body a guy for my guy make you a meme bitch
    I’m his dream bitch
    Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!

    [Verse 2: Remy Ma]
    I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
    You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
    Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
    ‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
    See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
    And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
    I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
    See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
    I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
    You just met him, how he bae that quick?
    I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
    If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
    Take that trip, get money, make that lick
    Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
    Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
    If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!

    [Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
    Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    If Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!


  • Remy Ma – Wake Me Up Lyrics

    [Verse 1: Remy Ma]
    If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
    I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
    All my clothes is custom, straight from France
    My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
    I get a lot of money, honey
    Queen Bitch I been, bitch
    Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
    I’m his dream bitch
    Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!

    [Verse 2: Remy Ma]
    I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
    You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
    Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
    ‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
    See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
    And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
    I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
    See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
    I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
    You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
    I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
    If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
    Take that trip, get money, make that lick
    Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
    Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
    If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!

    [Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
    Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!


  • P-Lo – Template

    SF fitted gold grill in
    Suzy on the beat watch me kill it
    All I do is go up like the ceiling
    Curry with the shot watch me shimmy
    I ain’t timid
    They ain’t heard this in a minute
    Real bay boy ain’t no gimmick
    Nah I don’t trap
    I just hit hoes and make whap
    Everytime I’m on it it’s a slap
    Yeah
    That’s what the hoes say
    She take molly with the OJ
    Seen yo bitch that’s my old thang
    Killed this beat it’s a cold case
    Freaky little thing roll the tree up
    Send her one text wanna meet up
    I don’t get top with my seat up
    I hit the recline and
    Give the peace sign
    [?]
    Red Button not the green one
    Ultralight how I beam up
    Want a hot towel when she clean up
    When you a real boy you don’t need much
    I can make something outta nada
    Lightskin thang call me dada
    [?] got a lot of
    I ain’t with that shit that you brought up
    Yeah they heads what I’m coming for
    I’m on the wave while they run the shore
    Yeah they want it but I want It more
    How you running when I got the torch
    Yeah I swear I’m getting started up
    Push a button when I start it up
    She always tell me that I’m hard as fuck
    Pretty thang got me hard as fuck
    I wanna see what it do tho
    Baby you know
    All the hoes wanna kick it like I’m teaching judo
    And I’m the sensei
    You ain’t one I’m the template


  • Pitbull – Green Light (feat. Flo Rida & Lunchmoney Lewis)

    [Pitbull]
    Mister 305!
    (Flo-Rida and Lunch Money!)
    Three Miami boys, you know what time it is…

    Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
    Cause I’m ready to go
    Let’s have a good time, let’s go
    What you waiting for you
    You only got one life, one life
    And we gon’ live it up
    Give me the greenlight, give it to me
    Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
    Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
    Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
    Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
    Give me the green light…!

    I got the greenlight mami and you know what that means
    That we could do anything, anything that you dream
    I wanna make you ooh, ah, until you scream
    And I practice what I preach, if you know what I mean
    I’mma ride that mami, yeah I got the key and I’mma lock that mami
    Yeah, we can roll and I’mma rock that mami
    I do what I say and say what I mean, now let me jump in between
    I’m getting loose in this thing, like OJ the Juice in this thing
    Feeling like Left Eye, boy, I burn the roof in this thing
    I got all the women getting naked, feeling like Luke in this thing
    Think it’s a game
    Now I got the weed lit and the green right
    All I need is mami for you to give me the greenlight
    So I can run through it like an easy pass
    Find the G-spot and step on the gas

    [Lunchmoney Lewis]
    Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
    Cause I’m ready to go
    Let’s have a good time, let’s go
    What you waiting for you
    You only got one life, one life
    And we gon’ live it up
    Give me the greenlight, give it to me
    Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
    Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
    Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
    Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
    Give me the green light…!

    [Flo Rida]
    Baby, I got the Midas, I’m Flo-Rida
    You know I’m all about that thing
    If she ready then I’m ready
    Pull up on her with the Chevy
    Real talk when that light turn green
    (Let go)
    Give me what I ask for, I got a passport
    Mister international, I hit the airport
    If you knew the kind of work that I transport
    That Rihanna do me dirt to the crash course
    I like to clean this, lean this
    I fly to Venus, Flo a Genius, Phoenix
    You’ve never seen this, I have a dream this
    That 200 on the dashboard, got me fiending
    So I’m tryna ride out, hide out
    Tide these stripes, indie 500, vibe out
    Whyl out, shot out
    Beehive, hit the honeycomb

    Give me the greenlight
    Cause I’m ready to go
    Let’s have a good time
    What you waiting for you
    You only got one life
    And we gon’ live it up
    Give me the greenlight, let’s go
    Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
    Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
    Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
    Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
    (Right now, right now)
    Give me the greenlight

    Redlight, greenlight
    Everybody take a shot
    Redlight, greenlight
    Give me everything you got
    Redlight, greenlight
    Everybody take a shot
    Redlight, greenlight
    What you waiting for?

    Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
    Cause I’m ready to go
    Let’s have a good time, let’s go
    What you waiting for you
    You only got one life, one life
    And we gon’ live it up
    Give me the greenlight, give it to me
    Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
    Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
    Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
    Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
    (Right now, right now…)

    (Give me the green light…!)


  • Choppa Zoe – Okay Okay

    [Hook]
    I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
    They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
    My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
    I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
    Doing good, ok, ok, ok
    They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
    My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
    I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

    [Verse 1]
    He be snitching man he singing, karaoke
    It’s ok, I don’t fuck with niggas, no way
    I might kill ‘em, then I run off like I’m OJ
    In that Bronco, can they catch me? nigga no way
    They be hating, boy I get it four ways
    I ain’t shit and shaved boy in four days
    Cause it’s still kickin’, pushin’, I ain’t Lupe
    These niggas worse than bitches, they some groupies

    [Hook]
    I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
    They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
    My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
    I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
    Doing good, ok, ok, ok
    They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
    My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
    I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

    [Verse 2]
    In the hood, know I’m ok ok
    Black bottles, we don’t even do the Rosé
    I hope you talkin’ money, you approach me
    Cause I been on my grizzle since them two ways
    Y’all pussys faker than some toupées
    Dope proceed to tell me push for two days
    In this game, man it’s only going two ways
    Up or down, so I want to make it my way

    [Hook]
    I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
    They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
    My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
    I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
    Doing good, ok, ok, ok
    They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
    My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
    I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

    [Verse 3]
    My shawty bad, independent, she a dime
    They don’t like her for no reason, that’s a crime
    They don’t like me for no reason, that’s a crime
    Well motherfuck ‘em ‘cause I’m really doing fine
    We getting to the money, let ‘em hate
    Grind from the bottom, let ‘em hate
    Niggas can’t stop me, let ‘em hate
    Cause now we really poppin’, let ‘em hate, ma!!!

    [Hook]
    I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
    They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
    My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
    I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
    Doing good, ok, ok, ok
    They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
    My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
    I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok


  • Tech N9ne – Choosin (feat. Brandoshis) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

    Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
    When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
    When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
    Bitch, I’m Mufasa

    Let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    ‘Cause I see you choosing
    You know I hold it down
    Even though I came a long way from the blocks
    Still wave my finger to the cops
    I see you like what I got
    So let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    I see you choosing

    Aye
    With this bimbo, hit this indo
    Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
    ‘Bout to make the music crescendo
    So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
    So I had to get the bitch’s info
    The top was mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
    Resemble monkey wrench though
    I don’t need your credentials
    We men though
    Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
    She chose
    N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
    She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
    She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
    She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
    But she never had me killin’ it befo’
    So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
    She coming to every blur party we throw
    (Tim Tebow)
    Fakers be oozing illusions
    They said they banging, but they moving and grooving
    That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
    Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
    Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
    You trippin’, she left with us
    You get bruised and contusions
    Used and abused and fooled
    ‘Cause Tecca N9na, she choosin’

    Let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    ‘Cause I see you choosing
    You know I hold it down
    Even though I came a long way from the blocks
    Still wave my finger to the cops
    I see you like what I got
    So let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    I see you choosing

    Aye
    Choosin’ me because I make her nod
    Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
    Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
    They never close enough to get a shot
    ‘Cause I be chilling way up at the top
    But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
    You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
    And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
    ‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
    With the d and not D Jeter
    Then I found out she a queef skeeter
    When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
    Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
    Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
    I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
    She want me in her mouth, I will at least feed her
    You know the rules of the game
    Your bitch just chose me
    We can handle this like we got some class or
    Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
    Women is never nothing to steal
    When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
    So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

    Let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    ‘Cause I see you choosing
    You know I hold it down
    Even though I came a long way from the blocks
    Still wave my finger to the cops
    I see you like what I got
    So let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    I see you choosing


  • Dumbfoundead – Safe

    [Intro: Dumbfoundead]
    You took me as safe
    That was your first mistake
    Who said I was safe

    [Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]
    The other night I watched the Oscars
    And the roster of the only yellow men were all statues
    We a quarter of the population
    There’s a room of fuckin’ 1 percenters laughing at you
    Fuck a bamboo ceiling, guess I gotta play the villain
    ODB up at the Grammys on the mic
    Like “Wu-Tang is for the children!”
    Bruce Jenner is woman
    OJ was acquitted
    Kim K is a hero
    The sky is the limit, any minute now
    They gonna let an Asian brotha’ get a lead role
    Shots fired I’m a reload, never saw this side of Chino
    He was always quiet keeping to himself
    Never messed with anybody else
    That’s the Jonathan that we know

    [Hook: Dumbfoundead]
    Seems so safe, till one day things go cray
    I swear if things don’t change
    My actions can’t be blamed, (STAND UP!)
    And now you gotta duck!
    You know you never gave a fuck!
    I came to get my cut! (fuck you, pay me)
    You know I never gave a fuck!

    [Verse 2: Dumbfoundead]
    I ain’t never heard of none y’all fools
    I can do whatever every one of y’all do
    If I never get a chance
    You might see the homie show up on the 5 o’ clock news
    You ain’t never seen a yellow boy wild’n yellow boy shinin’ , Sound the alarm I got news
    Go ahead and pro-file em’ I ain’t pro-violence
    Shhhhh, silence is how yellow boys move
    Its been the same ol’ thang, I swear the game don’t change
    What you talking bout there ain’t no space
    Guess i gotta go and make more space
    You know I’m cool as a motherfucker
    Chillin’ in the cut hella quiet with the loud pack
    Since I’m a cool motherfucker
    You think everything is safe till I ask you where the safe at!

    [Hook: Dumbfoundead]
    Seems so safe, till one day things go cray
    I swear if things don’t change
    My actions can’t be blamed, (STAND UP!)
    And now you gotta duck!
    You know you never gave a fuck!
    I came to get my cut! (fuck you, pay me)
    You know I never gave a fuck!

    [Outro: Dumbfoundead]
    You took me as safe
    That was your first mistake
    Who said I was safe


  • Lil Durk – Rider Chick

    [Intro: Lil Durk]
    She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down
    (?) you how that shit go street nigga
    Know what I’m sayin’?

    [Hook: Lil Durk]
    She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
    She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
    We don’t go back and forth about private shit
    And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
    I got a street bitch
    I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
    She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
    She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

    [Verse 1: Lil Durk]
    See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit
    And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit
    A hunnid like them cancers sticks
    Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
    She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it
    She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
    Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
    In her DM and I’ll (?) with him
    These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas
    Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
    Taught her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect
    She held me down when I was locked up
    She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
    She crazy, she a pop up

    [Hook: Lil Durk]
    She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
    She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
    We don’t go back and forth about private shit
    And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
    I got a street bitch
    I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
    She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
    She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

    [Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
    I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
    Do more, talk less, never say no names
    Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways
    Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
    Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
    Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
    Every time he call me, pick up right away
    Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way
    Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend
    You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end
    Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
    Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

    [Hook: Lil Durk]
    She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
    She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
    We don’t go back and forth about private shit
    And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
    I got a street bitch
    I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
    She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
    She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch


  • Lil Durk – Rider Chick Lyrics

    [Intro: Lil Durk]
    She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down
    (?) you how that shit go street nigga
    Know what I’m sayin’?

    [Hook: Lil Durk]
    She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
    She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
    We don’t go back and forth about private shit
    And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
    I got a street bitch
    I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
    She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
    She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

    [Verse 1: Lil Durk]
    See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit
    And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit
    A hunnid like them cancers sticks
    Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
    She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it
    She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
    Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
    (?), These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas
    Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
    Told her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect
    She held me down when I was locked up
    She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
    She crazy, she a pop up

    [Hook: Lil Durk]
    She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
    She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
    We don’t go back and forth about private shit
    And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
    I got a street bitch
    I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
    She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
    She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

    [Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
    I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
    Do more, talk less, never say no names
    Beat his case his OJ, got him out his old ways
    Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
    Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
    Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
    Every time he call me, pick up right away
    Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way
    Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend
    You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end
    Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
    Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

    [Hook: Lil Durk]
    She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
    She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
    We don’t go back and forth about private shit
    And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
    I got a street bitch
    I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
    She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
    She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch


  • Tech N9ne – Choosin (feat. Brandoshis) letras

    [Intro: Tech N9ne]
    Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
    When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
    When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
    Bitch, I’m Mufasa

    [Hook: Brandoshis]
    Let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    Cause I see you choosing
    You know I hold it down
    Even though I came a long way from the blocks
    Still wave my finger to the cops
    I see you like what I got
    So let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    I see you choosing

    [Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
    Aye
    With this bimbo, get this indo
    Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
    ‘Bout to make the music crescendo
    So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
    So I had to get the bitches info
    The choppers mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
    Resemble monkey wrench though
    I don’t need your credentials
    We men though
    Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
    She chose
    N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
    She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
    She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
    She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
    But she never had me killin’ it befo’
    So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
    She coming to every blur party we throw
    (Tim Tebow)
    Fakers be oozing illusions
    They said they banging; but they moving and grooving
    That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
    Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
    Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
    You trippin’, she left with us
    You get bruised and contusions
    Used and abused and fooled
    Cos’ Tecca N9na, she choosin’

    [Hook: Brandoshis]
    Let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    Cause I see you choosing
    You know I hold it down
    Even though I came a long way from the blocks
    Still wave my finger to the cops
    I see you like what I got
    So let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    I see you choosing

    [Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
    Aye
    Choosin’ me because I make her nod
    Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
    Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
    They never close enough to get a shot
    Cause I be chilling way up at the top
    But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
    You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
    And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
    ‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
    With the d and not D Jeter
    Then I found out she a queef skeeter
    When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
    Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
    Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
    I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
    She want me in her mouth, I would at least feed her
    You know the rules of the game
    Your bitch just chose me
    We can handle this like we got some classic
    Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
    Women is never nothing to steal
    When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
    So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

    [Hook: Brandoshis]
    Let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    Cause I see you choosing
    You know I hold it down
    Even though I came a long way from the blocks
    Still wave my finger to the cops
    I see you like what I got
    So let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    I see you choosing


  • Tech N9ne – Choosin

    [Intro: Tech N9ne]
    Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
    When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
    When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
    Bitch, I’m Mufasa

    [Hook: Brandoshis]
    Let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    Cause I see you choosing
    You know I hold it down
    Even though I came a long way from the blocks
    Still wave my finger to the cops
    I see you like what I got
    So let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    I see you choosing
    [Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
    Aye
    With this bimbo, get this indo
    Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
    ‘Bout to make the music crescendo
    So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
    So I had to get the bitches info
    The choppers mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
    Resemble monkey wrench though
    I don’t need your credentials
    We men though
    Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
    She chose
    N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
    She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
    She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
    She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
    But she never had me killin’ it befo’
    So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
    She coming to every blur party we throw
    (Tim Tebow)
    Fakers be oozing illusions
    They said they banging; but they moving and grooving
    That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
    Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
    Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
    You trippin’, she left with us
    You get bruised and contusions
    Used and abused and fooled
    Cos’ Tecca N9na, she choosin’

    [Hook: Brandoshis]
    Let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    Cause I see you choosing
    You know I hold it down
    Even though I came a long way from the blocks
    Still wave my finger to the cops
    I see you like what I got
    So let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    I see you choosing

    [Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
    Aye
    Choosin’ me because I make her nod
    Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
    Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
    They never close enough to get a shot
    Cause I be chilling way up at the top
    But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
    You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
    And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
    ‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
    With the d and not D Jeter
    Then I found out she a queef skeeter
    When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
    Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
    Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
    I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
    She want me in her mouth, I would at least feed her
    You know the rules of the game
    Your bitch just chose me
    We can handle this like we got some classic
    Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
    Women is never nothing to steal
    When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
    So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

    [Hook: Brandoshis]
    Let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    Cause I see you choosing
    You know I hold it down
    Even though I came a long way from the blocks
    Still wave my finger to the cops
    I see you like what I got
    So let me know if you rolling
    Let me know if you down
    I see you choosing


  • Game – F*ck Orange Juice (1992 Album) letras

    [Hook]
    You see these white people vote for Trump but they don’t give a fuck about OJ
    I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don’t give a fuck about OJ
    And don’t go out like OJ
    Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can’t go out like OJ

    [Verse]
    White Bronco through the city like El Chapo
    I get my dick sucked as I pulled up in Del Taco
    It’s the coach, you the presence of the ghost
    Nigga say he can outrap me? I DOC his throat, fuck him
    Guns, I tuck ’em, bitches I bust ’em
    My niggas kidnap kids like Ciara and Russell, uh
    That ain’t no future for me, now come and touch mine
    Your whole family tree’ll get flatlined
    Face off, twin Desert Eagles crack spines
    I ain’t joking so keep playing on the batline
    This ain’t Gotham, this is Compton nigga
    We mix Red Bulls with vodka nigga
    We blow chronic and sleep with monsters nigga
    Try to be conscious, get left unconscious nigga
    And we got rocket launchers nigga
    Ain’t never been to Iraq, the government sponsor niggas

    [Hook]
    You see these white people vote for Trump but they don’t give a fuck about OJ
    I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don’t give a fuck about OJ
    And don’t go out like OJ
    Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can’t go out like OJ