Saturday, May 25, 2013
Rick Ross - Ten Jesus Pieces ft. Stalley
Rick Ross - Ten Jesus Pieces ft. Stalley
[Intro: Rick Ross]
God forgives, He's so honorable
But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself
You will not have that luxury
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I wake up excited, I made it through the night
Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?
My nerves should be a wreck, I got a bad chick
She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs
I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature
I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer
Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas
Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer
Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding
My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem
Count mills for the times that we had it hard
Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Can't be on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down
Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)
Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)
Shopping for them Os when the mall close
Repping for your homies when they all gone
Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit)
All black tees, ten gold chains
At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game
Ten years strong in the same trap
Ten years blowing on that strong pack
Lord knows that I wanna live right
But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)
Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand
Lil Wodie got it rolled up in a rubber band
Holding on the forty in his other hand
Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice
All these jewels on, all Moissanites
I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster
Black card maxed out, damn black brother
White collar, black market
Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket
Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta
Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter
I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither
Never blackmail a motherfucking killer
On trial and they wanna execute me
It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me
True G to the core, feel my texture
A true G keeps it raw in his lecture
Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers
Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Stalley]
Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest
Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean
Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean
Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best
And I was so impressed that I went and got ten
Now I'm stunting on these niggas cause I couldn't back then
Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum
And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them
I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner
Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda
Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders
But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed
For the reason that I rhyme
And they say, because I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine
Or even put it in a rhyme
It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards
But for now, I'mma wear these ten chains and floss
[Hook]
Thursday, May 23, 2013
The Game - I Remember ft. Young Jeezy, Future [LYRICS]
The Game - I Remember (feat. Young Jeezy & Future) Lyrics
(Hook: Game & (Future))
It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Makin’ sure they in the triple beam, I remember
Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember
(I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember
Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember
The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember)
(Verse 1: Game)
Pop the pussy, don’t play with it
I don’t care if Kanye hit it, I don’t care if Jay hit it
I’mma eat it up and I’mma lay with it
We shot a chopper at the gun range
Got stupid cars, got dumb change
Red bottoms, let the tongue hang
Got an off-white Porsche, cum stain
I’m whippin’ work (I remember)
Roll up that purp (I remember)
Pour up that syrup (I don’t remember)
(How Tunechi had that purple Slushy comin’ out that blender)
Got a Keisha, got a Rhonda
Got a Nisha, got a Tanya
Met a Tishaun, met a Honda
And I eat her anaconda
Got condoms in that condo
Got kush greener than Rondo
Still hit me up for that blow
You already know
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Young Jeezy)
Drop top ‘Rari shit, I drove it like I stole it
The Lambo in the shop, told my bitch to Range Rove
Microwave broke, so a nigga had to stove it
Dropped it off to my Auntie, told her hold it
I’m posted right now, posted in this Gucci link
7 dead, 30 mill, wonder what Kool G think
Quotes not hassles (I remember)
Now it’s the middle of June, and it’s snowing like December
If it get into the ‘sacs in your hood, I could mend ya’
Ya’ nigga talkin’ reckless on your song, I’ll revenge ya’
Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision
Break ‘em all down on my Hummer, end of vision
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Future)
Pop that pussy up in that hydraulics (what’s that)
6 4, throw that brick inside a pot and cook it, whip it good though
Baking soda inside of her bowl, hey yo, watch me blow
Promethazine mixed with a Sprite, poor it foo’
Been sippin’ syrup all night, and I get higher than a plane
Yeah I remember your pussy girl, but I don’t know your name
I got diamonds hanging off, they can talk of the insane
Ever since I gave her that molly, man that girl ain’t been the same
Better pop pussy for a real nigga
That’s on the way, I’mma deal with ya
I’m a real boss, that real sauce
Don’t try me bitch, I will floss
That’s real talk, my top off, I’m throw it off
Homo that green ? plate go (chronic)
I hustle take no days off
(FUTURE)
(Hook)
It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Makin’ sure they in the triple beam, I remember
Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember
(I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember
Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember
The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember)
(Verse 1: Game)
Pop the pussy, don’t play with it
I don’t care if Kanye hit it, I don’t care if Jay hit it
I’mma eat it up and I’mma lay with it
We shot a chopper at the gun range
Got stupid cars, got dumb change
Red bottoms, let the tongue hang
Got an off-white Porsche, cum stain
I’m whippin’ work (I remember)
Roll up that purp (I remember)
Pour up that syrup (I don’t remember)
(How Tunechi had that purple Slushy comin’ out that blender)
Got a Keisha, got a Rhonda
Got a Nisha, got a Tanya
Met a Tishaun, met a Honda
And I eat her anaconda
Got condoms in that condo
Got kush greener than Rondo
Still hit me up for that blow
You already know
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Young Jeezy)
Drop top ‘Rari shit, I drove it like I stole it
The Lambo in the shop, told my bitch to Range Rove
Microwave broke, so a nigga had to stove it
Dropped it off to my Auntie, told her hold it
I’m posted right now, posted in this Gucci link
7 dead, 30 mill, wonder what Kool G think
Quotes not hassles (I remember)
Now it’s the middle of June, and it’s snowing like December
If it get into the ‘sacs in your hood, I could mend ya’
Ya’ nigga talkin’ reckless on your song, I’ll revenge ya’
Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision
Break ‘em all down on my Hummer, end of vision
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Future)
Pop that pussy up in that hydraulics (what’s that)
6 4, throw that brick inside a pot and cook it, whip it good though
Baking soda inside of her bowl, hey yo, watch me blow
Promethazine mixed with a Sprite, poor it foo’
Been sippin’ syrup all night, and I get higher than a plane
Yeah I remember your pussy girl, but I don’t know your name
I got diamonds hanging off, they can talk of the insane
Ever since I gave her that molly, man that girl ain’t been the same
Better pop pussy for a real nigga
That’s on the way, I’mma deal with ya
I’m a real boss, that real sauce
Don’t try me bitch, I will floss
That’s real talk, my top off, I’m throw it off
Homo that green ? plate go (chronic)
I hustle take no days off
(FUTURE)
(Hook)
Hampenberg & Alexander Brown feat. Busta Rhymes & Shonie - You´re a Star [LYRICS]
Hampenberg & Alexander Brown feat. Busta Rhymes & Shonie - You´re a Star
[Intro]
Ok, now that everybody got they drinks
And everybody ready to get it poppin on the dance floor
Y’all know what to do
Hampenberg, Alexander Brown, Busta Bust, Shonie
If y’all ready, let’s go!
[Chorus]
Dancing around my baby
Cause you’re a star my baby
Dancing around my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Hey, I know what I want,
Hey, I know what I need
Hey, you know how I’m fiending
Dj won’t you make me dance
Hey, touching on my body
Hey, can’t help but get naughty
Hey, and enjoy the party
Dj won’t you make me dance
You see me, you want it, you want it all tonight
You fiend it and I love it
I wanna dance right now
You better, you better get ready yeah
You bett, yeah, you bett yeah, you bett yeah
[Chorus]
Dancing around my baby
Cause you’re a star my baby
Dancing around my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
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Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Yoh, gotta love it, the way you do the break down
And the way you got your asses out
Now I know you wanna see the god
Love the way you breathing hard, like you bout to get to passin out
Close shoppin, I pop right upon you my friend
Don’t stop mami drop it right aupon me again
So hot like the block it was banging, what else
I see the steam rising off your body...yourself
Inhale, exhale, when you beefin your nose
Mami hotter than a pressure cooker stiff in the stove
And I got an...till the building is closed
Make a...look hotter till she come out her clothes
Yeah have you move in front of me, I hold on your hips
First ... sweat on your lips
Say I love the way you’re moving now you dance on the bar
All sexy shining bright, baby you a star!
[Chorus]
Dancing around my baby
Cause you’re a star my baby
Dancing around my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
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