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  • Skepta – Gangsta Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro: Skepta]
    Practice hours
    Go on then
    What you mean, what you mean?
    Yeah

    [Chorus: Skepta]
    Yeah, we did young and stupid
    Now I do grown and sexy
    I don’t know who you’re tryna impress, G
    Man, can see that your man-bag’s empty
    No need to pretend
    I don’t wanna hear you talk greazy again
    Never shot food, never shot no skeng
    Talk about gangster, I was like, “When?”
    Brudda, you love lie
    Tryna been gangsta, you ain’t never been on one ride
    Tough guy
    Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time
    You man are washed up, say you got big P, say you got cats on the line
    You’re just lyin’ to yourself, fam, you better pattern up, better get back on the grind

    [Verse 1: Shorty]
    These guys tell lies
    Say that they bust guns, they ain’t got nines
    Say that they shot drugs, they ain’t got pies
    Do it for the ‘Gram, man, I ain’t got time
    Everybody knows that I’m five foot five
    But don’t come around here when your likkle man talk, I’ll punch man down to my size, yeah
    I make a man think twice, I make a man go look for advice
    You don’t wanna come around here with your chest all high
    ‘Cause the mandem’ll switch off your lights
    Bare tings in your head like lice
    Eediat, now you can’t sleep at night
    You see this road ting comes at a price

    [Verse 2: Frisco]
    Most came cool with a serious face
    That’s ’cause I came from a serious place
    To be able to pull off this outfit
    With the trainers, you gotta have serious pace (Yeah)
    Got money on my brain, it’s a serious chase
    Co-D on remand, that’s a serious case (Mad)
    So when man wanna act like Tyson
    I’m like what, fam? Am I supposed to be frightened? (Dead)
    Say you bust gun, we don’t believe you
    You don’t pray, TBH, you need to
    Say that he’s a badboy, I was like me too
    Shoot from up ‘cross the road when I see you (Sky)
    Fuck your war story, I’ve been there when the beef get gory (Facts)
    I’m from the UK just like Devlin, but I’m a yardman like Cory

    [Interlude: Skepta]
    Tryna be gangster
    Tryna be gangster, your cartel are not up to the time
    Tryna be gangster
    Tryna be gangster, pattern up, better get back on the grind

    [Verse 3: Jammer]
    It’s all an act and movie (Yeah)
    See through them, but they can’t see through me (Nope)
    Man wanna act like gangsters, when I see man
    Manna move like groupies
    These man are happy inside
    But when I see man, they start moving booky (Booky)
    Friday night, when I smoke like booky (brucky)
    Don’t get nicked by the feds on duty
    Might pop corn cah my team’s unruly
    Bare badmana move Shy like Snoochie (Snoochie)
    Them man there better follow my orders
    Run a man down like Sloth in Goonies (Hey, you guys)
    I send a man hot shots just like shoot it, shoot it
    Them man are sleeping, snoozing, snoozing
    Us man are winning, not losing

    [Verse 4: Jme]
    Somebody tell these ediats with two hundred pound belts and shiny trainers (Please)
    Stop tryna imitate guys on road, you cannot buy G status (Trust)
    Give a shit what garms you cop (No), don’t give a shit what crap you drop (What?)
    Waste of money and time, please stop (Trust)
    You cannot buy gangster from shop
    Bare logos, bare designers
    You lot are looking like F1 drivers (Trust)
    Even tryna chat like man
    Hate when I hear pricks misuse slang
    Man are tryna get out the hood but, you were never there so you’re tryna get in (What?)
    Backwards ting (What?), cool
    Make sure your hood’s up when it starts raining (Serious)

    [Chorus: Skepta]
    Yeah, we did young and stupid
    Now I do grown and sexy
    I don’t know who you’re tryna impress, G
    Man, can see that your man-bag’s empty
    No need to pretend
    I don’t wanna hear you talk greazy again
    Never shot food, never shot no skeng
    Talk about gangster, I was like, “When?”
    Brudda, you love lie
    Tryna been gangsta, you ain’t never been on one ride
    Tough guy
    Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time
    You man are washed up, say you got big P, say you got cats on the line
    You’re just lyin’ to yourself, fam, you better pattern up, better get back on the grind


  • Ace Hood – Practice Lyrics

    [Verse]
    Living in glory, living notorious
    Eat a little fish, a little chicken, go gym, nigga living like warrior
    Feeling like Morpheus, I gotta make a nigga forfeit his
    That’s, very unfortunate, I take a beat and make a feast of it
    I’m unleashed and shit, reminiscing while the reefer lit
    You see what happen when you recommit?
    Nigga, picture this, mind, body, and the soul divine, got everything that you need inside you
    Gotta ease your pride, got keys, I can lead the blind
    You won’t believe how I beat the odds, do you believe in God?
    Bang, bang, niggas thieving lives
    I had a dream we would all combine, you gotta cross the line
    Be free from the fear inside, set bounds when you cut off sides, that niggas out his mind
    He done jumped in the gym though, boy cut like Freddy Krue’, slice like Kimbo
    I’m a lamp in the Benzo, fish tanks on the window, fuck nigga, Frito
    I’ma get ’em cause I know I got ’em, I’m in the Jeep with the two-eight bottoms, I’m getting UK dollars
    Riding ’round with some spiritual shottas and we’ll lift somebody spirit up out it, ain’t really worried about it
    Working more and saying less, easy as the alphabet
    I’m like, aye, Ace is amazing, save me a spot at the top with the greatest
    Actually active with accurate aiming, I’m happy, elated, I’m blessed and I’m favored, be all you can be
    Before the beast, gotta unleash, never retreat
    Gotta believe, fly to Belize, me and the Queen, privacy please
    You gotta see, see for the ceiling, [?] look way more appealing
    Pushing my limits, in love with the feeling, count up a million and slice a percentage, I’m paying myself
    E for the effort, fuck with me never, I’m way too clever
    Foot on the pedal, feel like Mandela, clean as Consuela, smooth as vanilla
    F is feather, flourish together, nourish the weather, people get jealous, keep up, repel it, fuck what you selling, shit is pathetic, we gon’ address it, G as in goat
    We are on go, hop in the Ghost, I’m with my woe, we rockin’ Presi’s like we bout to vote
    This was a dream we envisioned before, used to be broke
    H is for healing, I as in illest, J as in jealous, K as kinetic
    Killing them, baby, L is for Legend, live in the present
    Learn all the lessons, lean on your leverage
    M as in money, march with them blessings
    N is for nigga, we [?], we super special, we like a legend
    O is for olo, pull up to Soho, sometimes you just gotta stunt a on doh doh
    P is for practice, who’s up for some static?
    Q as in quality, that’s automatic
    R is for realer, S is for shivers, losing my nigga, man I remember
    T as in triumph, U as in unit, V as in viewing, fuck is we doing?
    I got that W, all of my pieces exceptional, you wonder why I’m ahead of you, Z is for zilla, knew you would feel it
    This is the Purge, knew I would kill it

    [Outro]


  • Trio Mandili – Apareka lyrics

    Zetsas shakheneo ap’arek’av,
    Mtvare datvisjvrisk’en it’oleba,
    Kalav shav tvalt raad map’arebav,
    Anamts ch’erkhoshi rad miqolebav?!
    Dghes me shen sts’orperi viknebio,
    Ghame gavit’anat saubarit.
    Kalav, nu amiri pikrebio,
    Mamshord gaigone naubari!
    Mamshord gaigone naubari!
    Zetsa uk’etsia varsk’vlavt pardas,
    Mtvarets gats’eula datvisjvrisk’en,
    Vazhav, sad ts’akhvedi, aghar schankhar,
    Net’av, shen sts’orpersamts damitsdide.
    Ghame ut’ekhia mat saubars,
    Dila gatenebul namiani,
    Rizhrazhs arqiani botla uqvars,
    Botla nach’relian-sasmliani,
    Botla nach’relian-sasmliani.
    Sts’orperm mout’ana botlit araq,
    Dilam shuadghisk’en gaits’ia,
    K’atsma qants’it sasmel gadatsala,
    Mere eshmak’urad chaitsina.
    Kalma luk’ma mistsa tav dakhara,
    K’idev erti stkvio khevsurisa,
    Sasmelm k’atsis goni gadapara,
    Tanats is sts’orperi gverds uzis da,
    Tanats is sts’orperi gverds uzis da.

    “Raebs vazrob ghmertma mariskhas da…”
    Shertskhva, gadaek’ra sakhadis per,
    Nela gadavida datvisjvars da,
    Bilik’s gadauqva khakhmat’isk’en.


  • Blac Youngsta – Forever

    It’s Menace on the beat fam

    [Chorus 1]
    Baby it’s us forever (Baby)
    We gotta stick together (Baby)
    I can’t let the Devil (Break me)
    Im on a different lether (Baby)

    [Chorus2 x2]
    Baby can I tell you I love you ‘fore is too late
    Shoutout to the beautiful ladies in the UK
    I gave my whole heart for you babe
    I got some advice for you babe
    I bought somethin’ nice for you babe
    I changed my whole life for you babe

    [Verse1]
    Pop you back up, make your but move
    Lift the shirt up, let me see tattooes
    Let me protect you, for you I’d go to war
    Bulletproof vest you
    I might do some freaky shit to you you you
    I can’t stop thinking bout you you you
    Baby can I fuck the whole crew
    If you run up on me Imma shoot

    [Chorus]
    Baby can I tell you I love you ‘fore is too late
    Shout out to the Bruno for the let us in the UK
    I gave my whole heart for you babe
    I got some advice for you babe
    I bought somethin’ nice for you babe
    I changed my whole life for you babe

    [Chorus1]
    Baby it’s us forever (Baby)
    We gotta stick together (Baby)
    I can’t let the Devil (Break me)
    Im on a different lether (Baby)

    [Verse2]
    I wanna live forever (Baby)
    Lord don’t let the Devil (Take me)
    I can’t let you never (Play me)
    I’m trynna live better then Jay-Z
    I hope I just don’t loose you one day
    I was throwing that Uzi one day
    Hope a op or a cop not shoot me one day
    I know God gonna choose me one day
    One day, one day
    You so fine, you belong to rip the runway
    I don’t really think you really want no gunplay
    You so fine you look better then Beyonce
    Hell nah, shout out to Beyonce
    I don’t think nobody look better then Beyonce
    Ooh, ooh
    I don’t think nobody look better the Beyonce

    [Chorus 1]
    Baby can I tell you I love you ‘fore is too late
    Shoutout to the beautiful ladies in the UK
    I gave my whole heart for you babe
    I got some advice for you babe
    I bought some nice thing for you babe
    I changed my whole life for you babe

    [Chorus2]
    Baby it’s us forever (Baby)
    We gotta stick together (Baby)
    I can’t let the Devil (Break me)
    Im on a different lether (Baby)


  • Shaggy and Sting Working On Joint Album

    Shaggy and Sting has a joint album on the way.

    The dancehall legend and the British music legend are joining forces for an upcoming project. Sting will be performing in Jamaica next month for the annual charity concert “Shaggy and Friends” at King’s House in St. Andrew. But that’s not all that the two are working on. The legendary singer has been associated with reggae music for decades after forming the band The Police in the mid-1970s.

    “We have something working on, but I can’t say anything right now,” Shaggy said. “We recently did a song that I had written. His manager heard the song and he played it. Afterwards Sting walked in and began to sing the hook.” Sources close to the dancehall icon told Dancehall HipHop that they already started the recording process and are looking to release the album sometime next year.

    “There are some recordings currently being done in Jamaica at Shaggy studio and some being done in the UK,” sources said.

    “Shaggy and Friends” will be held on January 6, 2018 at King’s House and will feature international stars Fetty Wap, Wyclef Jean and Sting. A host of local acts will also be taking the stage. The profits from the show will go towards The Bustamante Hospital For Children. Over the last six years, the concert has raised over US$1.5


  • Popcaan & Gorillaz Song “Saturnz Barz” Makes Rolling Stone Best Songs Of 2017 List

    Popcaan may have missed out on the MOBO Award this year but he picked up another accolade.

    The “Stray Dog” deejay’s song with Gorillaz, “Saturnz Barz (Spirited House),” gets featured on Rolling Stone’s list of 50 Best Songs of 2017. The song, which is featured on the group’s album Humanz, is ranked 38 on the list. The song is one of Popcaan’s biggest cross-over hits to date and features the Unruly Boss dropping dancehall bars about his early struggles to finding mainstream success through music. He also gave dancehall legend Bounty Killer a shout-out.

    The “Saturnz Barz” music video created YouTube history in April when it became the first 360 degrees interactive video to clock in over three million views in 48 hours. The song was a huge hit among the massive dancehall fan base in Gorillaz home turf in the UK. The song also reached the top ten of the Billboard + Twitter Trending 140 chart in March of this year.

    Popcaan had a phenomenal year in dancehall after scoring a number of hits this year, but his inability to secure a United States visa has significantly hurt his reach in the biggest music market in the world.


  • Cardi B Performs “Bodak Yellow” At MOBO Awards [Watch]

    Cardi B light up the stage at Wednesday Night’s MOBO Awards in the UK with a sizzling performance of her breakout hit “Bodak Yellow.”

    The song gave Cardi B a mega year in hip hop giving her a taste of mainstream success after dropping a few mixtapes. This summer she became the first female rapper to have a number one song on the Billboard Hot 100 chart as a solo artist since Lauryn Hill did it in the 90s.

    Last night she took the stage at the First Direct Arena in Leeds, England to perform her chart topping single “Bodak Yellow (Money Moves)” and through her performance she had the crowd on its feet. Cardi B picked up two Grammy nominations after the single received nods for Best Rap Performance and Best Rap Song.

    She is currently working on her debut album and has been teasing song of the singles on Instagram over the past few weeks. Check out the full video of Cardi B’s performance at the 2017 Music of Black Origin (MOBO) Awards below.


  • Listen Popcaan New Conscious Single “Family”


    Popcaan drop a conscious new single titled “Family,” produced by Delly Ranx & PMGJA.

    The track is featured on the new Cotton Swab Riddim and features Popcaan calling out some fake people around him. “Mi nuh know if heaven is real / But mi know fi a fact a no every man real / Some boi heart dutty not clean / Dem nuh want see a next yout livin’ in the hills / To every evil demon / Dem can’t stop mi nor Dre Island,” Popcaan deejay over the Cotton Swab dancehall beat.

    Popcaan has a chance to create history this month by winning a third straight MOBO Award for Best Reggae Act in the UK. The Unruly Boss deejay won the award for the past two years, but this year he has stiff competition from the likes of Alkaline, Aidonia, Damian Marley, and Chronixx.


  • Onyx & Dope D.O.D. – Doomsday (Shotgunz In Hell Album)

    [Intro: Jay Reaper]
    Ey yo move mate I’m getting moody
    Cause your music you don’t move me
    I’m in the mood today to just shoot away
    Nigga too cray Paul Mooney
    Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em
    We crusade from here to UK
    Like a new plague Its to late
    We bring it, Doomsday

    [Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
    [?]
    Not with the time but she a snowflake
    In the bathroom taking a coke break
    Doing crooked shit to get the dough straight
    Fuck a jimbo we whole weight
    Pushing pounds through the whole state
    I got bullets in your brain just rotate
    Leave a nigga body in a cold state
    Rigamortis that’s when you go against niggas orders
    Electric tape like Biggie thought us
    The type that’ll kidnap niggas daughters
    Half my niggas is brain dead
    Eyes the color blood stained red
    (now is not the time for fear, that comes later)
    Like Bane said

    [Hook: Jay Reaper]
    Ey yo move mate I’m getting moody
    Cause your music you don’t move me
    I’m in the mood today to just shoot away
    Nigga too cray Paul Mooney
    Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em
    We crusade from here to UK
    Like a new plague Its to late
    We bring it, Doomsday

    [Verse 2: Skits Vicious]
    Gimmie the title I’m killin my rivals
    And any beside them with evil intent
    Trap it, Onyx D.O.D on it
    We quick to demolish your feeble event
    Read all about it we out here
    [?]
    Sticky and Dro fill em with holes
    Vicious and Reap put em to sleep
    Deadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators
    Stack of paper, back to Vegas
    Crack a bottle, smack a waiter
    So and so they sew you up
    Comatose you roasted duck
    Back on the scene with a banger
    Handle the heat with the hammer

    [Verse 3: Sticky Fingas]
    I’m still on paper fresh outta jail
    No heavenly father i was raised in hell
    Billy had her mother she was raised in bail
    Sister around the corner selling fruit cocktails
    Bitches on your knees niggas get your hands up
    Whats it gonna be? either way imma bust
    I’m movin overseas America is so fucked
    Must’ve got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?
    Its the end of the world and I’m holding a pump
    Dick to your girl while she’s rolling my blunt
    Drink in my hand while I’m slappin her butt
    If its doomsday imma go nuts
    Take you apart see what you’re made of
    Playing a part, your whole life’s made up
    Take out your heart, see what your brain does
    Soon its death what you afraid of?

    [Outro: Jay Reaper]
    Ey yo move mate I’m getting moody
    Cause your music you don’t move me
    I’m in the mood today to just shoot away
    Nigga too cray Paul Mooney
    Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em
    We crusade from here to UK
    Like a new plague Its to late
    We bring it, Doomsday


  • Ace Hood – 2 Fux

    Beast
    ( Renegade, renegade, renegade )
    Uh, I wake up every morning, thank God, then I gotta get to it
    I never had a role model, money was the only influence
    While they was talkin’ ’bout it in the city I was really out doin’ it
    Hundred bands I was 19 and the man, I knew it, okay
    Thats around the time I shine had these niggas all hatin’
    Same time I was grindin’ same time I was patient, you was standin’ with your hand out waitin’, yeah yeah
    Imma keep it real, how it feel? I don’t give 2 fucks
    Count another bag on the road I could never get enough
    They wanna hang when I’m on where they were when the shit got tough
    And what a nigga think about me? I don’t give 2 fucks
    You don’t pay my bills, you don’t feed my kids, your opinion don’t matter
    My pockets still gettin’ fatter
    God damn and the last time I looked in the mirror I was starin’ at a real one
    And fuck makin’ friends, where the ends at ’cause all my dogs need a million
    I don’t give a fuck about poppin’ no bottles in the club
    I’m focused on the money, I ain’t never going back the way I was
    A lot of people asked why I drive it here then it get missin’
    Sorry to my fans, I’ll be way more consistent
    Haters get the middle finger, Lord be the witness, listen
    Got a crib out west out in Cali when I touch down
    Fired my old jeweler went and got a new jeweler made him [?]
    I thinks it’s funny how they wanna be down all of a sudden young nigga gettin’ up now
    Yeah, king of the city nigga, king of the state, turn beast when the sun down
    I’m just really having fun now
    Funny how that slick talk minimize when ya boy ’round
    I just landed in the UK, in a suite with a pretty little freak sippin’ D’Ussé
    Murda murda in the booth, aye
    I’m a killer on the beat, increasin’ the crime rate
    I need a mill, not an entrée
    I need a Jay, no Beyoncé
    Smoke like a choo train
    Showin’ niggas how to do things
    Boys biting on the flow, I changed up like a mood ring
    Young nigga with a new flame
    Don’t compare me to no mane
    Top of the food chain, uh


  • Vanessa Hudgens & Ashley Tisdale – Ex’s & Oh’s (Elle King Cover)

    [Verse 1]
    Well, I had me a boy, turned him into a man
    I showed him all the things that he didn’t understand
    Whoa, and then I let him go
    Now, there’s one in California who’s been cursing my name
    Cause I found me a better lover in the UK
    Hey, hey, until I made my getaway

    [Pre-Chorus 1]
    One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
    Cause I’m the best baby that they never gotta keep
    One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
    They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

    [Chorus 1]
    Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
    Like ghosts they want me to make ’em O
    They won’t let go
    Ex’s and oh’s

    [Verse 2]
    I had a summer lover down in New Orleans
    Kept him warm in the winter, left him frozen in the spring
    My, my, how the seasons go by
    I get high, and I love to get low
    So the hearts keep breaking, and the heads just roll
    You know that’s how the story goes

    [Pre-Chorus 1]
    One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
    Cause I’m the best baby that they never gotta keep
    One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
    They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

    [Chorus 2]
    Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
    Like ghosts they want me to make ’em O
    They won’t let go
    Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
    Like ghosts they want me to make ’em O
    They won’t let go
    Ex’s and oh’s

    [Pre-Chorus 2]
    One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
    Climbing over mountains and a-sailing over seas
    One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
    They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

    [Chorus 2]
    My ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
    Like ghosts they want me to make ‘em O
    They won’t let go
    Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
    Like ghosts they want me to make ‘em O
    They won’t let go
    Ex’s and oh’s


  • Watsky – London Eclipse Lyrics

    Come, the moon is over the sun
    We’ll use the shadows to run
    No one can stop us from leaving
    Come, the moon is over the sun
    We’ll use the shadows to run
    No one can stop us from leaving

    Breathing’s boring
    What a stupid task it’s
    Only 8 a.m. this train’s a moving casket
    Brew it black and spike your coffee with your flask
    Before you leave the house each day pull on your ‘fuck you’ mask
    You know that sad disguise
    You know that patch of lies
    Commuters pull their papers wide so folks can’t catch their eyes
    We let these years of tears build up and now it’s heavy stakes
    And we might drown this city if we let these levees break
    So I gotta get a grip
    Show ‘em I won’t let it slip
    I know that what’s done is done and so that’s why it’s dumb to trip
    I’m not scratching at the walls, that’s London at my fingertips
    They use the news from yesterday to wrap tomorrow’s fish and chips
    So you can print me on pretty, colorful paper
    Right next to the psycho bitch who allegedly stabbed her neighbor
    And I’ll be looking back up atcha until you’re ready to crumple me up
    Oh, oh, oh

    [Hook]

    At the last eclipse, I was living as a single man
    My girl’s looking through a pinhole camera
    That she made out of a Pringle’s can
    Pointed upwards at a gray London sky, pretending she could see the sun (the sun)
    And I’m really looking right at her thinking maybe she could be the one
    We could run
    New York, L.A., UK, what do you say
    Got no plans
    Got no faith
    Another new sun, gonna bring a new day
    I wait to queue for the Baker loo, then I take the tube
    30 minutes heading to Kent
    And I’m coming straight to you with a big bouquet
    We’re not anchored
    We got our freedom and we can wander any path that we wanna on the planet
    Damn it we don’t even need a answer
    And I’m looking at all the 9 to 5ers on the train
    But all the 9 to 5ers on the train are lookin at your pretty faces
    Lookin at the sun that only you can see up in the Evening Standard
    This could be home to me
    Home could be anywhere
    We could be anywhere
    We could be free
    I’m happy with you
    If you were somewhere new
    Do you think you still could be happy with me?
    Timing is key and our timing was keen
    And time is as slow and so why should we baby
    You make me weak in the knees
    We could move every weekend but only if we can agree to where
    Home could be anywhere
    We could be anywhere
    We could be free
    I’m happy with you
    If you were somewhere new
    Do you think you still could be happy with me?
    Timing is key and our timing was keen
    And time is as slow and so why should we baby
    You make me weak in the knees
    We could move every weekend but only if we can agree to where

    [Hook]


  • P Money – Keepin’ It Real

    [Verse 1: P Money]
    I just wanna make music
    Hit the studio, create music
    My fans purchase, download and play music
    Seek melody, metaphor and rave music
    That chill on the sofa and play music
    Don’t want a beat, just wanna play music
    Who am I kidding? I’ll beat when I play music and
    If her boyfriend is talking smack
    I’ve got that lead your girlfriend away music
    I’ve got that wild, you’ve got that tame music
    I’ve got that real, you’ve got that lame music
    I’ve got that cosign, labels wanna sign the work of art
    Belong in the Tate music
    Grime, rap, UK bass music
    That real easy to embrace music, and
    Any MC that is thinking they’re rough
    I’ve got that punch a man in their face music
    That serve you [?] ace music
    Black, white, don’t watch race music
    Still here, kept my faith music
    Ten years, never made no fake music
    Man have been making that great music
    You need to make that stay in your lane music
    Cuh 2016, I’ll be touring Australia
    Second time round like

    [Pre-Hook: P Money]
    I’ve been killing shows with no deal
    I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
    I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
    They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

    [Hook: P Money]
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, they don’t even know
    How it feels when you’re
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it

    [Verse 2: Stormzy]
    If you’re gonna send then send for the top
    Look, trust me, I get it (calm)
    I’ll take that shot and I’ll take that shot
    Yeah, I’m photogenic (calm)
    But when I spray back and I ended careers
    Don’t tell me to dead it (‘llow it)
    Bare of these MCs hate me
    But they still see me and beg it (pussies)
    And I still came back with the game on my lap
    Like “nobody move” (no one)
    Tryna take care of my Gs
    Ain’t tryna see nobody lose
    But man try come for my team, I’ll dun him off
    My man thought he’s a G, stop running off
    I’ve got a crown and you’ve got a crown
    But rudeboy, this crown here ain’t coming off (‘llow it)

    [Pre-Hook: P Money]
    I’ve been killing shows with no deal
    I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
    I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
    They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

    [Hook: P Money]
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, they don’t even know
    How it feels when you’re
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it

    [Verse 3: P Money]
    Yo, I was one of the youngers that you couldn’t send shop
    Yeah, I was a mummy’s boy, but never soft
    I boxed man that thought they couldn’t get boxed
    Topped MCs that thought they couldn’t be topped
    When I flow on the riddim, I never get lost
    When you flow on the riddim, you’re told “get lost”
    Labels wanna know how I keep going hard
    Thought I took a pill cuh my ting never went flop
    Complete control, I could never get dropped
    There was never a show that never went off
    Milking it for so long and it never went off
    Don’t know why, maybe it’s cause I never went pop
    Helped out the game, man did that a lot
    Bring us down to festivals, did that a lot
    Man can chat shit about me doing dubstep
    Told grime police man never bread cops
    So I still spray on dubstep now, and what?
    Wait, cut the beat out, let me talk to these lot
    Let’s talk P, I’m on about me
    First grime act packing at Wireless? Me
    Spraying on “Eskimo” at Wireless? Me
    Five years straight and still tireless? Me
    When everybody got a deal and did what they feel
    Who was here releasing grime CDs? Me and Jme
    Grime tracks on every single EP? Me
    Young MC that was duppying pirate? Me
    Big MC still duppying pirate? Me
    Doing shows worldwide, play a man’s vocal
    Showing their country that it’s not just me
    Who was doing that at the time? No one, me
    There was more but I can’t fit it in a sixteen
    Man just better respect me

    [Pre-Hook: P Money]
    I’ve been killing shows with no deal
    I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
    I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
    They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

    [Hook: P Money]
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, they don’t even know
    How it feels when you’re
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it


  • P Money – Keepin’ It Real Lyrics

    [Verse 1: P Money]
    I just wanna make music
    Hit the studio, create music
    My fans purchase, download and play music
    Seek melody, metaphor and rave music
    That chill on the sofa and play music
    Don’t want a beat, just wanna play music
    Who am I kidding? I’ll beat when I play music and
    If her boyfriend is talking smack
    I’ve got that lead your girlfriend away music
    I’ve got that wild, you’ve got that tame music
    I’ve got that real, you’ve got that lame music
    I’ve got that cosign, labels wanna sign the work of art
    Belong in the Tate music
    Grime, rap, UK bass music
    That real easy to embrace music, and
    Any MC that is thinking they’re rough
    I’ve got that punch a man in their face music
    That serve you [?] ace music
    Black, white, don’t watch race music
    Still here, kept my faith music
    Ten years, never made no fake music
    Man have been making that great music
    You need to make that stay in your lane music
    Cuh 2016, I’ll be touring Australia
    Second time round like

    [Pre-Hook: P Money]
    I’ve been killing shows with no deal
    I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
    I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
    They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

    [Hook: P Money]
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, they don’t even know
    How it feels when you’re
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it

    [Verse 2: Stormzy]
    If you’re gonna send then send for the top
    Look, trust me, I get it (calm)
    I’ll take that shot and I’ll take that shot
    Yeah, I’m photogenic (calm)
    But when I spray back and I ended careers
    Don’t tell me to dead it (‘llow it)
    Bare of these MCs hate me
    But they still see me and beg it (pussies)
    And I still came back with the game on my lap
    Like “nobody move” (no one)
    Tryna take care of my Gs
    Ain’t tryna see nobody lose
    But man try come for my team, I’ll dun him off
    My man thought he’s a G, stop running off
    I’ve got a crown and you’ve got a crown
    But rudeboy, this crown here ain’t coming off (‘llow it)

    [Pre-Hook: P Money]
    I’ve been killing shows with no deal
    I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
    I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
    They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

    [Hook: P Money]
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, they don’t even know
    How it feels when you’re
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it

    [Verse 3: P Money]
    Yo, I was one of the youngers that you couldn’t send shop
    Yeah, I was a mummy’s boy, but never soft
    I boxed man that thought they couldn’t get boxed
    Topped MCs that thought they couldn’t be topped
    When I flow on the riddim, I never get lost
    When you flow on the riddim, you’re told “get lost”
    Labels wanna know how I keep going hard
    Thought I took a pill cuh my ting never went flop
    Complete control, I could never get dropped
    There was never a show that never went off
    Milking it for so long and it never went off
    Don’t know why, maybe it’s cause I never went pop
    Helped out the game, man did that a lot
    Bring us down to festivals, did that a lot
    Man can chat shit about me doing dubstep
    Told grime police man never bread cops
    So I still spray on dubstep now, and what?
    Wait, cut the beat out, let me talk to these lot
    Let’s talk P, I’m on about me
    First grime act packing at Wireless? Me
    Spraying on “Eskimo” at Wireless? Me
    Five years straight and still tireless? Me
    When everybody got a deal and did what they feel
    Who was here releasing grime CDs? Me and Jme
    Grime tracks on every single EP? Me
    Young MC that was duppying pirate? Me
    Big MC still duppying pirate? Me
    Doing shows worldwide, play a man’s vocal
    Showing their country that it’s not just me
    Who was doing that at the time? No one, me
    There was more but I can’t fit it in a sixteen
    Man just better respect me

    [Pre-Hook: P Money]
    I’ve been killing shows with no deal
    I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
    I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
    They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

    [Hook: P Money]
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, they don’t even know
    How it feels when you’re
    Trill, keeping it real
    Trill, keeping it


  • Smoke Dawg & Skepta – Overseas

    [Intro: Smoke Dawg]
    You know I’m fuckin’ tired of all these pussies
    I’m a gang nigga
    Breezy
    M-M-Murda

    [Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
    Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
    You know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
    I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
    Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas (yeah)
    They see the diamonds and they freeze (bling)
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
    I’m overseas

    [Verse 1: SmokeDawg]
    I took over the city, I got UK fuckin’ with me (gang)
    Somethin’ in the back for all these niggas tryna kill me
    Nothin’ but the door for all these bitches tryna diss me
    Left her in the rain, I treat that bitch like she was missy (fuck her)
    I need a piece, told ’em I need a piece, I need a piece
    Flyin’ overseas you know I brought the team (I brought the gang)
    Told Skepta line the peng tings all on their knees
    Ten shots then we leave, you know we gotta [?]
    I don’t ever slip, my nigga keeps it on his hip
    I’m not hard to find, I did a show up on the strip
    Different moves, I be makin’ different flips (different flips)
    On a mission, I got niggas trippin’ bricks

    [Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
    Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
    You know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
    I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
    Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
    I’m overseas

    [Verse 2: Skepta]
    Hush, hush, you don’t wanna get touched
    These kids ain’t askin’ much, I said hundred pounds
    He said come then, now, gun them down
    Back of the whip, that’s where your son gets found
    Them man are overseas, niggas know it’s me
    Man don’t care if you got shooters, pussy, so have we
    Man, I’ve got myself, fuck the lottery
    Had my life planned out first time I played Monopoly
    Yeah, it was either music or the cocaine (cocaine)
    Chose my way, now I’m in my own lane (own lane)
    Jump online, search my own name
    And I got the pengest tings on my soul train (sexy)

    [Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
    Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
    You know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
    I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
    Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
    I’m overseas

    [Outro: SmokeDawg]
    Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck


  • Chris Brown – Section One Hundred Billion

    [Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
    I don’t know how to do this shit
    I wake up and just do this shit
    HoodyBaby, I’m too legit
    I’m the Boss, I made Hugo quit
    I pull up in a 2 door whip
    Make you go sick
    Flip a brick, kick a brick
    That judo shit
    My niggas is serious
    You niggas delirious
    No stoppin’ us, period
    I live at the dealership
    Angry, a nigga rich
    We want the bigger fish
    Choppin’ ’til I chop with the mafia
    Ask in my section, we popular
    Popavich, we poppin’ shots

    [Verse 2: Inch]
    Pull up with the OHB, I mean war
    I mean war, big russ war
    Big russ wanna lick down your car
    See me with the gang, better know that squad
    [Verse 3: Young Lo]
    If these niggas talkin’ reckless, see ’em on my necklace
    100 round drum, niggas gon’ respect us
    Mob ties, yeah I’m heavy with these accents
    Hit the UK, I’m mobbin’ with the Section
    Out here ballin’ since a adolescent
    I was 15 when I start finessin’
    Told a teacher fuck her math lesson
    I was juggin’ through the whole class session

    [Verse 4: Swift]
    Trap money, I’m a trapper
    My young boy was a Rihanna
    Flash a blockia like a camera
    Slap slap, that’s the hammer
    Count grand to my nana’s
    Sucky sucky, from [?]

    [Verse 5: Section Boyz]
    I ain’t endin’ a passer
    Pass up if I catch a brack, you go back up
    Get me down, I get back up
    Yo mi casa es su casa

    [Verse 6: Sleeks]
    6 man in the van, that’s gang in the pan
    That’s maceroni and pasta
    Bring a nigga from a [?]
    Girl climb on, know you want a ladder

    [Verse 7: Littlez]
    And keep climbin’
    Cause she a bad bitch with her manner
    I know a mad man with a dagger
    That says, “Fuck feds and they camera”
    Trappin’, pick up a brick
    Rip it in bits, gone
    I’m really livin’ this shit
    Pick up a stick
    You could see smoke like a bong

    [Verse 8: Section Boyz]
    Peng peng, wanna get groovy
    Man I turn your girl to a groupie
    Go ratchet tings too bougie
    With a big booty and boobies
    See the big tour man move bookies
    Old school, mad bros, no new Gs
    Roll with a clip like the movies
    Man I kick man down like Bruce Lee

    [Verse 9]
    I got all these bitches, they [?]
    They ain’t want me then but they want me now
    Got that killer swag, watch ’em mime my style
    I done stacked up a milli from petty crime
    Got some new shoes off some new shit
    This flow is like water need crew ships
    My life is a movie, take your flick
    It’s a foreign bitch cause

    [Verse 10: Famous Fresh]
    They know I’m flexin’
    OHB and Section
    .40 for protection
    Hood stay connected
    Blue bitches, we the 100 gang
    Couple JLos, I’m a money train
    Nigga been fresh, feds watchin;
    Diamonds dancin’ like a Jabbawockee
    Your bitch ride me like a Kawasaki
    It’s Fresh, Hoody, it’s [?]


  • Kano – Dun Know The Myspace Lyrics

    It’s K-A, check, check, check it out

    [Verse 1]
    Listen, yeah, yeah, you dun know the Myspace
    I’m a vet MC niggas can’t violate
    I’m two albums deep already
    And how ever many singles under my name
    Yeah, yeah, you dun know the my K
    Fire for no reason, I’m nice
    Can’t stop me like a Hummer in drive
    Gone like I’m roadrunner in spikes
    Yeah, yeah put me in the right lane
    I’ll still breeze on a beat with a bang
    I might perform my beats with a band
    There ain’t no MC deeper than man
    Hot like the bottom of the pan
    And I’m still totalling on like twang

    [Hook]

    Man, look at my Myspace, my fanbase is swollen like clams
    With old school fans and new school fans
    I got UK fans and Europe fans
    I got older fans and younger fans
    And you dun know I’m repping for my Myspace fam

    [Verse 2]

    Yeah, yeah you dun know the vibe ain’t right in a rave on stage if I ain’t
    On it with DJ Medonit, excitement levels we go beyond it
    Enrol my shows like college, I show you how to do this son
    Come like dumb, leave like a boffin
    Cause I’m a teacher like KRS-One, one

    Haha, I’m just having fun
    Know why? Cause I’m MC number 1
    Mc number 1
    Yeah I know I didn’t finish that verse but I don’t give a shit
    I wrote that shit whilst Mikey was beefing on the phone with his chick
    HAHA! It’s K-A, It’s K-A


  • Smoke Dawg – Overseas (feat. Skepta) letras

    [Intro: Smoke Dawg]
    You know I’m fuckin’ tired of all these pussies
    I’m a gang nigga
    Breezy
    M-M-Murda
    [Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
    Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
    You know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
    I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
    Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
    I’m overseas

    [Verse 1: SmokeDawg]
    I took over the city, I got UK fuckin’ with me (gang)
    Somethin’ in the back for all these niggas tryna kill me
    Nothin’ but the door for all these bitches tryna diss me
    Left her in the rain, I treat that bitch like she was missy (fuck her)
    I need a piece, told ’em I need a piece, I need a piece
    Flyin’ overseas you know I brought the team (I brought the gang)
    Told Skepta line the peng tings all on their knees
    Ten shots then we leave, you know we gotta [?]
    I don’t ever slip, my nigga keeps it on his hip
    I’m not hard to find I did a show up on this trip
    Different moves, I be makin’ different flips (different flips)
    On a mission, I got nigga’s flipin’ bricks

    [Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
    Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
    You know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
    I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
    Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
    I’m overseas

    [Verse 2: Skepta]
    Hush, hush, you don’t wanna get touched
    These kids ain’t askin’ much, I say hundred pound
    He said come there now, gun them down
    Back of the whip, that’s where your son gets found
    Them man are overseas, nigga’s know it’s me
    Man don’t care if you got shooters, pussy, so have we
    Man I brought myself, fuck the lottery
    Had my life planned out the first time I played Monopoly
    Yeah, it was either music or the cocaine (cocaine)
    Chose my way, now I’m in my own lane (own lane)
    Jump online, search my own name
    And I got the pengest tings on my soultrain (sexy)

    [Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
    Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
    You know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
    I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
    Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
    They see the diamonds and they freeze
    Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
    I’m overseas

    [Outro: SmokeDawg]
    Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck


  • Róże Europy – Kolor letras

    Dla kogo jest dziś miłość
    Nie wiadomo
    Przede wszystkim dla ciebie
    Może i mi przyda się nie brzmi złowrogo
    Spaceruję wyboistą stroną często nie z tobą
    Porywcze słowa kosztują nas zbyt drogo
    Jest ich zdecydowanie za dużo
    Wszędzie i obok
    A przecież miłość ma jeden kolor
    I chociaż

    Są dni w tygodniu nie tego nam trzeba
    Żyjemy przyjaźnią męską i kobiecą
    Na obrzeżach piekła na krańcach nieba
    Uczucia nam kochankom szczególnie się należą

    Być może to co śpiewam
    Jak lampa Aladyna ożywa
    Ożywa taki sens
    Jak wiosną zieleń drzew
    Satysfakcję sprawia mi
    Siódma piętnaście poniedziałek pada deszcz
    Piję jogurt toczy się taki sobie dzień
    Tutaj i teraz

    Miłe nieporozumienia
    A przecież miłość ma jeden kolor
    I chociaż

    Miło jest wieczorową porą zacząć
    I skończyć o brzasku pierwszym
    Rozmowy w towarzystwie kilku dni nieudanych
    I tysiąca dwóch ukrytych w bajce
    Jak szpieg pytań unikać
    Kto z jasności wyszedł a kto w ciemność wkroczył
    Przecież miłość ma jeden kolor
    Ty wiesz o tym kiedy hardo patrzę w twoje oczy
    Ty wiesz o tym że

    Siódma piętnaście poniedziałek pada deszcz
    Piję jogurt toczy się taki sam dzień
    Wszędzie i obok nieporozumienia
    A przecież miłość ma jeden kolor
    Każde z nas ukrytą ma puszkę Pandory
    I przychodzi taki czas
    Kiedy układ gwiazd detonuje złość i gwałt
    Wszystko to nic wszystko to nic
    Jeden wystrzał nic nie zmieni między nami
    Od poniedziałku do niedzieli wszystko będzie takie samo

    Wszystko to nic wszystko to nic i chociaż