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  • Lil Wayne – Just Chill Lyrics

    [Intro: Lil Wayne]
    [?] got a haircut
    Mu in this bitch, Scoob in this bitch with me

    [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
    So much shit on my mind, I just hope I don’t smell like it
    The motherfuckers pointing fingers
    Be the same ones that have nail bitin’
    Real niggas, still real niggas, you new niggas, just lil’ niggas
    When ya shit fall, don’t be surprised
    Acting like you didn’t hear timber
    I’m caffeinated, I’m half-sedated
    I started from the bottom, I gravitated
    I’m validated, I’m a trigger happy nigga
    And it’s sad to say it, but I had to say it
    I had to do it, I had to stunt, act like I had what I had for once
    With all of my thank yous added up
    I still can’t thank Birdman enough, I woke up in a new Tyra Banks
    I’ve been gettin’ money since Shabba Ranks
    The car I’m in brand spankin’ new, it just got spanked
    Real niggas say rest in peace to DJ Screw
    Rest in peace to Pimp C too
    Fuck your bulletproof vest, blat, I still need proof, my nigga
    I hate you like mustard, I’m disgustin’
    I’m aiming at your chest, hit your face, I’m just rusty
    Cherish every step that we take, some of us clumsy
    Lookin’ for a breath of fresh air, it’s hidin’ from me, fuck
    Mall roll it up in the leaf, weed stronger than Zangief
    I last longer than an antique, her pussy cummin’ like a stampede
    She cooks, fucks and clean, the type of bitch that every man need
    The type of bitch that every man leave
    That ain’t cool, and she wearin’ sleeves, but chill, just chill

    [Chorus: Justin Bieber]
    Girl, you gotta chill, uh, I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah
    Girl, you gotta chill, uh, you know that I’ll always keep it real
    You just need to chill, oh, oh
    Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
    Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
    Yeah, girl, you gotta chill

    [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
    You could fuck all these bitches, except my bitches
    Yeah right, I wish, with all three wishes
    Man I swear she got too attached, had to cut the umbilical
    Man I swear I’m so armed, I feel like I got tentacles
    Niggas bumpin’ their gums, I feel like Orajel
    Got ’em scratchin’ their head, combin’ out broken nails
    See I give ’em my love, but I’m an indian giver
    Got my ear to the streets, I hear the enemy whisper
    I break the bank with a sledgehammer
    Cellphone rings like Saturn
    Bitch let a nigga breathe, breathe like a dragon
    I hide money everywhere, that’s my hidden talent
    One time for them gangstas, fuck that, two times for them gangstas
    If you got a problem, I’ll fix that like, yeah nigga I’m maintenance
    Got a bad bitch and she anxious, bitch, you just an acquaintance
    I’ll ask a rat, “Why be a rat?” then kill him while he explainin’
    Tell your foot soldiers to walk light, handful of real niggas left
    And if any nigga wanna step to me tell ’em hurry up and take bigger steps
    My bitch deep, I get in depth, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout
    She dyed her pussy hair red, she said she had to roll the red carpet out
    That’s real
    So real

    [Chorus: Justin Bieber]
    Yeah, you know that I’ll always keep it real
    You just need to chill, oh, oh
    Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
    I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah, girl you gotta chill
    Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
    Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
    Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
    Yeah, girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill
    Girl, you gotta chill

    [Outro: French Montana & Justin Bieber]
    Yeah, Tunechi
    Shawty is you gon’ ride ’til it’s over? (Ride, ’til it’s over)
    Man we gettin’ high, never sober (High, never sober)
    Still ridin’ dirty ’til it’s over (haaan, ayy, ayy, ayy)


  • KILLY – Weather Change

    [Intro]
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
    Watch the weather change!

    [Hook]
    Watch the weather change
    You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
    Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
    Watch the weather change
    He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank
    Better know my name, I don’t play no games
    I don’t pay for weed when I paid the price of fame
    Know there’s no escape, can’t run away
    This my every day, try to live this every day

    [Verse 1]
    You should be ashamed, looking like a stain
    Trip to L.A, money make me sane
    Woke up in L.A, now they call my name
    Now they know my name when I walk up in the place
    Walk in party late, lot on my plate
    I just wanna eat, aye, feed the whole gang
    Clock hits 12 and the sun goes down
    And the goons come out
    Couple people ridin wanna pass me
    Reason why still I’m an athlete
    Leave em in my trail, leave em dusty
    Chasin on my tail like a track meet
    Money comin plenty, money comin steady
    Pockets so fat, heavy
    Pockets tryna be hefty
    My right hand started moving lefty
    Started eatin good still on empty
    Cause I got lots of friends that be enemies
    That wanna follow me to get ahead of me

    [Hook]
    Watch the weather change
    You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
    Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
    Watch the weather change
    He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank
    Better know my name, I don’t play no games
    I don’t pay for weed when I paid the price of fame
    No there’s no escape, can’t run away
    This my every day, try to live this every day

    [Hook]
    Watch the weather change
    You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
    Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
    Watch the weather change
    He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank

    [Outro]
    My right hand started movin’ lefty
    My right hand started movin’ lefty


  • Emperor Ranks – What’cha Gonna Do? Lyrics

    [Intro:]
    If there is a problem, solve the problem!
    People suffering, and nobody can solve the problem?
    (We can solve it)
    Look at the amount of money that the world has
    What you robbing the people of?
    Why?
    Question up universal rights
    Me, poor me, mi nuh know what a go happen, enuh Latifah
    You now what’s happening to these people?
    I don’t know what’s up either Shabba
    Talk about it
    A come on

    What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
    Who me? Yeah you!
    Not me, not me, not me rude bwoy…., not me, not me
    What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
    Not me? Yeah you!
    What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
    Not me? Yeah you!

    [Verse 1: Shabba Ranks]
    What’cha gonna do, Shabba Ranks inna the area
    Mix the Hip-Hop and the Reggae together
    This is Shabba, a Reggae ambassador
    Along with Queen Latifah who is a Hip-Hop mama
    Shabba, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
    Hold up on mi mic and chat the Dancehall too
    R plus B, and the Hip-Hop too
    Jazz, Rock & Roll, and Calypso crew
    Dem to one
    Mi nuh matter where the music is coming from
    Music is here just to please everyone
    Music is international communication
    Tell them say!

    [Hook:]
    What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
    Who me? Yeah you!
    What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
    Not me?

    Mr. Shabba!
    Money making Jamaican
    Collecting checks, and cashing rec’s for Reggae he awakens
    The word has got around about the titles you be taking
    From homies who be faking, and practicing the moves of a snake and
    All the streets are the day black and white
    And give up
    Hoes
    One God, one tribe, feel the vibe that I
    Throw your hands up in the air and keep ’em swinging
    I’m sick and tired of letting cats win
    And people putting bruises on my beautiful black skin
    So I teach ’em a lesson through a Hip-Hop session
    Let ’em know that Imma keep on steppin’
    You don’t know me to judge me
    And if you knew me, your thoughts wouldn’t budge me
    Knowledge in the music is way to get through
    And it also works for you
    So what’cha gonna do?

    Screw face people a monkey sample
    Smile, pretty people, mek mi see your dimple
    Screw face people a monkey sample
    Nuh penetrate people who a penny evil

    [Hook:]
    What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
    Who me? Yeah you!

    [Verse 4: Shabba Ranks]
    What’cha gonna do, Shabba Ranks inna the area
    Mix the Hip-Hop and the Reggae together
    Smile a while, and give your face a rest
    Raise your hand to the one you love best
    Smile a while, and give your face a rest
    Raise your hand to the one you love best
    Some cannot smile, wicked profile
    Waan throw us problem pon the child
    Some war-y, war-y, and love to oppress
    Inna nuclear power them a invest
    For the suffering child them don’t care a less

    [Hook:]
    So, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do
    Who me? Not me? (yeah you) Yeah you!
    What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
    Who me? Not me? (yeah you) Yeah you!
    What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do
    Who me? Not me? (yeah you) Tell them say!

    [Outro: Shabba Ranks]
    What gonna do, Shabba Ranks inna the area
    Mix the Hip-Hop and the Reggae together
    It is Shabba, the Reggae ambassador
    Along with Queen Latifah who is a Hip-Hop mama
    Music forever
    Sufferation, never
    Be smart, be clever
    Don’t approach the mega
    It is Shabba, I’m the ram dance master
    And Jamaica
    Green, black, and gold is I man color
    Red, black and green, that is another
    So be smart and so be clever