James Blunt – Don’t Give Me Those Eyes

I love you but I hate it
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you (don’t give me those eyes)
Hotel room in Vegas
And I taste your love, and I taste your love
Go back to him and fake it
But when we’re caught in this feeling
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Caught in this feeling
In a thing call love, in a thing call love
Cross your heart and square it
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
I want to believe in
Caught in this feeling
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
But when we’re caught in this feeling
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Staring at you naked
I want to believe in
In a thing call love, in a thing call love
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Whatever the meaning
Well it’s not enough, no it’s not enough
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to (don’t give me those eyes)
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Hotel room in Vegas
‘Cause we know that should be done
Don’t give me those eyes ’cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
Don’t give me those eyes ’cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes ’cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Kills me that you’re married
I love you but I hate it
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you
Take this love and break it
Well it’s not enough, no it’s not enough
Hotel room in Paris
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
In this feeling, in this feeling
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Don’t tell him what you’ve done
Whatever the meaning
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
And we can’t tell anyone
I don’t think I can take it
Staring at you naked
In this feeling, in this feeling
And I taste your love, and I taste your love

Muse – Dig Down

[Chorus]
Dig down
Dig down and find faith
Dig down
Dig down
We must find a way, yeah
We must find a way
When friends are thin on the ground and they try to divide us
Dig down

[Chorus]
Dig down
Faith
When you’re close to the edge
When God decides to look the other way and a clown takes the throne
Faith

Dig down, find faith
[Verse 2]
Dig down
Dig down

We won’t let them divide, We will never abide
You must find a way

Dig down and find faith
When they’ve left you for dead and you can only see red
Dig down
Dig down
You must find a way
We must find a way
Face the firing squad, against all the odds
Dig down
Dig down
You will find a way
You must find a way
[Verse 1]

[Outro]
We will find a way
With a gun to your head
We have entered the fray and we will not obey
You must find a way
When the darkness descends and you’re told it’s the end
When hope and love has been lost and you fall to the ground

Vince Staples – Big Fish (feat. Juicy J)

Another story of a young black man
G slide right down Sawyer
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier
I was up late night ballin’
[Hook: Juicy J]
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
Mix the holy water with the Voss
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands

Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out
I was up late night ballin’
I was up late night ballin’
Or the boop bop bam cuz
I was up late night ballin’
Took the smart route, never been marked out

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
I was up late night ballin’
Ramona, I was round that corner
Women problems every morning like the Maury show
Of the 22 bus stop way back when
Tryna make it up out that jam god damn
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head

Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash
[Hook: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Take it easy homie
I was up late night balling
Quarterbackin’ like I’m 40 Water
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Swimming upstream while I’m tryna keep my bread
For the click clack clap
With the 22, 5 shot eyes on scan
[Hook: Juicy J]
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
You can get anything you want
It’s funny I was going crazy not too long ago
If you hatin’ don’t shake my hand
[Intro: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Bag back, let me make my bands, got plans

In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house
I got you
Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost
But it didn’t happen, now it’s time to get it cracking
Tryna get em on a straight path, got the lames mad
Learned it from the Dogg I’m from Long Beach
I was up late night ballin’
You want that over there?
That’s the city where the skinny carry strong heat

No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
At the park politicin’ with the kids
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Reminiscin’ sitting in that Benz
So far from my past misfortune
When we slide, you won’t see morning
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Compensation conversations what I’m all about
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Know what I’m saying?
I was up late night ballin’
You want that over there?

Young Dolph – I’m So Real

She too drunk to drive, called that bitch a Uber (ay, call that bitch a ride)
She suck that thang so good, I had to tell that girl to yield (hey, slow down)
Y-you a snake (you a snake)
You so fake (haha)
My bitch looked at me and said, "Nigga you too real" (thank you, babe)

I’m cow manure (I’m the shit)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)
See straight through you (see straight through you)
Y-you a snake (you a snake)
You a snake (you a snake)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate (hell naw)
Three bitches, one me, it’s a royal rumble (oh)
If you ain’t realized it yet, you a loser (capital L)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)

I’m so real (I’m so real)
Two-toned patty with the big boogers (icy)
Damn, it’s perfect timin’ (yeah)
You so fake (you so fake)
I do what I wanna so I smoke too much marijuana (yeah)
I’m so real (I’m so real)
Fuck your deal (hahaha, yeah)
You a snake (you a snake)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate (hell naw)
Go get you some real money, wash everybody chainge (it’s crazy)
I’m so real (I’m so real)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate (hell naw)
Danny Boy shine (yeah), she look at their face (what time is it?)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)
See straight through you (see straight through you)
You need to fire them and hire some more shooters (shooters)
I mean that’s why I’m so real, thirty days boy (real)

I see straight through you (I see straight through you)
Rich niggas still runnin’ ’round with them hoodlums (yeah)
See straight through you (see straight through you)
You so fake (you so fake)
You so fake (haha)
Go look in the mirror, nigga, I ain’t got shit to explain (ayy)
You so fake (you so fake)
You a snake (you a snake)

I’m so real (I’m so real)
Thirty-thousand in Neiman Marcus, I dress to kill (swag)
(You too fake) I’m – I’m too real (I’m too real), what’s the deal?
See straight through you (see straight through you)
See straight through you (see straight through you)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)
Yesterday I fucked my bitch on the lake (on the lake)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate
Or wait for me to turn into a fake nigga, you can keep waitin’ (waitin’)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate
I’m so real (I’m so real)
Waitin’ on me to give him somethin’, he can keep waitin’ (I swear)
Y-you a snake (you a snake)
Money don’t mean shit to me, so that’s why I’m so humble (so humble)
Just had another baby (hey, hey, hey)
I’m so real (I’m so real)
If I don’t get paid, then I can’t participate
You so fake (haha)
See straight through you (see straight through you)
I just made a whole meal (yeah, yeah)
"Why you drink so much codeine?" Bitch, because I’m ill (ill)
I do what I wanna so I only chase commas (M’s)

Talib Kweli & Styles P – Nine Point Five (feat. Sheek Louch, Jadakiss & Niko Is)

And we could throw a million protests, no one cares
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five

We gon’ kill ‘em lyrically, what he bring his weapons for?
Get the hemp paper, tear the leaf off
Still wavy Rolex on, bitch calling me cute
Or matter of fact, a few more times
You start demanding justice
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
Now, who want this four-pound of knowledge I shoot?
Disappointed in the leadership, hand to God
When the truth is in the building all these lives gon’ die
Then meet us on the Seven tour
Contemplating, I be hating how we coming up short
There’s room in the bed, either at the head or the foot
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
Filling up court, my skin pigment new black thought
It’s war talk or it’s peace talk
Know hard work, took the long route
I believe in God, but [?]
How figuring angles, ways to knock the beast off
Mom’s chillin’ watching over me, no more cries
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
Ghost, but you see some Ali in his eyes

[Hook: NIKO IS]
Right now I ain’t got no more tries
Spoke like you woke but you actin’ all sleep dog
Songs I sing is prophesized, modern day Haile Selassie
You’re deceiving, is it racism in the sky?
Coke bars singing young papi

Eventually they burn us out and tell us “go somewhere”
Under pressure but over the lies
But you carry yourself way too weak
That’s the best way to keep everybody blind
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
Indeed we really take the planet for granted
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
Cause like my man Chaz Van, eh the vibes don’t lie
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
Justice is what love look like in public
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
It’s deep talk or street talk
Under pressure but over the lies
We planting seeds for the trees, we need to breathe on the planet
I don’t ride waves cause I’m my own tide
We plundered and we wonder why the planet hot
Shining, see the silver lining in the sky
Seventh sense, I got my sixth sense in third gear
Made in God’s image but tell me do God lie?
Made in His image, are we worshipping the man or not?
Evidence is more than the images the cameras shot
Lyrically, you gon’ get this picture like a Kodak
Me and Kweli on the rise
Man, get your hands up in the sky, wave ‘em from side to side

Hands up, stand up, what you think we reppin’ for?
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
On a highway to hell, learn how to swerve fear
Get an uncomfortable feeling every time I hear “Planet Rock”
Cause I’m twenty years plus, still killin’ it right
This Marco Polo off the Richter, man it’s 9.5
Under pressure but over the lies
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
But once I finish with the work I dip my head in a book
I tell you this, Hip Hop ain’t as dead as it looks
Fabricating on your Instagram, listen fam you a king
The wolves give a fuck about sheep talk
Ego, the feeble will always make the stride to take the strong out
You won’t hear a tear drop when a young child cries
[Hook: NIKO IS]
This is Satan’s house but we plannin’ to break the lease off
But faith in only evidence of things I’ve seen
Cause information make it harder for us to follow discussions
Hands up for some real niggas, when I rise, you rise
And I could do it two more times
No more tears, right now no more years
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
Pressure bust pipes but it still make diamonds
But educated guesses beat wild assumptions

Yea, personally I got my bread as a crook
You follow blind faith it make you seem unclean
Information lead to knowledge, knowledge lead to wisdom
Tell your favorite emcee to make a few more rhymes
But the love is too genuine and wholesome here
Yea I got my third eye, wish I had my third ear
The rich give a fuck about cheap talk
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
Wisdom lead to understanding, once you have all that
[Verse 4: Styles P]
What he feelin’ threatened for?
I ain’t just writing for it, I’m out here fighting for it
That’s why the light ain’t too bright but the road look clear
Telling me lies, ain’t nothing about you moving no pies
‘Cause we just get all out of character and throw some chairs
You make the earth quake, shakin’ to death like fault line
Under pressure but over the lies
Learn to be peaceful, dealt my own pride
We some real muthafuckas, don’t you know that?
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Bulldoze the granite at Standing Rock
Now when I talk about vibe, what I mean is organic
Naw, diversions to cover up the lies

smokepurpp – Audi.

Sorry, bitch, I don’t say sorry
Fucked your bitch, now she a duck
I’ll check that bitch like I’m Maury (ayy)

I just pulled up in a ‘Rari (skrrt)
Diamonds, they wet, they go fishin’ (fishin’)
Lean, lean, double cup
Turn the fuck up, nigga
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (what?)
I let her top me, no kiss it (no kiss)
Couple of bands in the south (ayy)
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (Audis)
Smokin’ on boof and it’s Maui (ayy)
I just pulled up in a ‘Rari
Couple of bands in my mouth (ayy)
[Chorus]
K, okay, yuh, yuh
I don’t want cars, I want Audis (huh?)
Lil Purpp
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (Audis)
I’m tryna blow ‘fore the summer (ayy)
I don’t want cars, I want ‘Raris (huh?)
[Chorus]

I don’t want cars, I want ‘Raris (huh?)
Went to New York for like 50 (ayy)
Hi-Tech, I got bloody cup
Lil’ bih come and hold these nuts
I know that bitch want me
Countin’ and wrap up the chicken
Yuh, I know that bitch want me, nigga
I paid the bands in the west
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (huh?)
Fuck on these bitches, not their menstruals (huh?)
[Intro]
I need a bitch like Rihanna (what?)
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (Audis)
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (huh?)
Lay that bitch straight on the bed

I need a bitch with some commas (yuh)
Lil Purpp hurt
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy
Fuck on these bitches on their menstruals (bitches)
Look at my wad, it’s a 50 (ayy)
Diamonds, they wet like go fishin’ (huh?)
Yeah, boy
Fuck Donald Trump, nigga
That bitch don’t want you, nigga
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (Audis)
Bih come here and hold these nuts
Count it then wrap up that chicken
I don’t want hoes, I want check
Dick in her mouth, then she choke
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (huh?)
I don’t want cars, I want Audis (huh?)
I think his bitch lookin’ salty (huh?)
Lean, lean, double cup
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy
I think this bitch wanna kiss me
Dick in her throat through her head (ooh)
Bitch ain’t no sex, I want neck (neck)
Look at my cup, it got dope (dope)
I bend her over like slope (slope)
Fanta tastes the best in the south (south)
[Verse 2]
Bitch’s ass cleaner than soap (ayy)
I wanna, I wanna
I think his bitch lookin’ salty (uh)

I think his bitch wanna sex
[Verse 1]
Whippin’, Jeff Hardy in the kitchen
Yuh
I want a lot of blue hundreds (hundreds)
Whippin’, Jeff Hardy in the kitchen (what?)
I put like ten on my neck (yuh)
I don’t want friends, I want Audis (Audis)
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

Liam Payne – Strip That Down (feat. Quavo) (Lyric Video)

Oh yeah
F1 type Ferrari (6 gear speed)

But c’mon, strip that down for me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know, I used to be in 1D (now I’m out, free)
[Chorus: Liam Payne & Quavo]
And swing that round for me, baby
[Chorus: Liam Payne & Quavo]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You’re the one, girl, c’mon, strip that down for me
Oh, strip that down, girl
[Chorus: Liam Payne & Quavo]
Quavo
One Coke and Bacardi (sippin’ lightly)
When your love is beside me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ayy)
But only you can dance with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c’mon, strip that down for me
I love the cards, that I’ve been dealt
All I want, girl, if you strip that down for me (strip it down)
Huncho
I’m not changing, the way that I (used to be)
Love, when you hit the ground

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Quavo]
You know, that since the day, I met you
[Pre-Chorus: Liam Payne & Quavo]
Girl, I love it when your body (grinds on me)
One Coke and Bacardi (sippin’ lightly)
Love when you hit the ground, girl (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
People want me for one thing (that’s not me)
And then you threw away the key
And swing that round for me, baby (yeah)
Oh, strip that down, girl

And you don’t care ’bout, where I’ve been
When I walk inside the party (girls on me)
I’m not changing, the way, that I (used to be)
So put your hands on my body
You know, I love it when the music’s loud
Yeah, you opened up my heart
F1 type Ferrari (6 gear speed)
But c’mon, strip that down for me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I had my eyes up on the prize
Oh, strip that down, girl
Ooh
You know, that I don’t need no money
Yeah, you’re bad for my health
You know, I love it, when the music’s loud
You know, I love it when the music’s loud
But c’mon, strip that down for me, baby
But c’mon, strip that down for me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you brought the CL, better drive slow (slow)
People want me for one thing (that’s not me)
Now there’s a lot of people in the crowd
[Verse 1: Liam Payne]
Now there’s a lot of people in the crowd
But c’mon, strip that down for me
But your love, it hit me hard, girl
And swing that round for me, baby (swing)
When I walk inside the party (girls on me)
Girl, now it’s just you and me
Five shots in, she in love now (shots)
I took her from her man, don’t nobody know (know)
Yo yo
She gon’ strip it down for a thug, yeah (strip it down)
[Pre-Chorus: Liam Payne & Quavo]
I just wanna have fun (and get rowdy)
So put your hands on my body
Yeah, you swept me off my feet
[Intro: Quavo]
Ih, strip that down, girl
Oh, strip that down, girl
Girl, I love it when your body (grinds on me)
Quavo)
You know, I used to be in 1D (now I’m out, free) (free)
But only you can dance with me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I’ve been keeping to myself (self)
I just wanna have fun (and get rowdy) (ooh)
You know, I’ve been taking some time
Anything goes down with the Huncho (Huncho)

Do you feel the same as well?
Word around town, she got the buzz, yeah (word)
Ain’t watching anybody else
Love when you hit the ground, girl (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (strip that down)
[Verse 2: Liam Payne]
Oh, strip that down, girl
Love when you hit the ground, girl (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah)
So put your hands on my body
She know how to make me feel with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt)
I promise, when we pull up, shut the club down (hey)
Love, when you hit the ground (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (oh
But c’mon, strip that down for me, baby
But only you can dance with me
You know, I love it, when the music’s loud
Don’t say nothing, girl, strip that down for me (strip it down)
You know, I love it, when the music’s loud
Love, when you hit the ground (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now there’s a lot of people in the crowd
You know, I love it when the music’s loud

Eearz – Pull Over

Ayy, I do not these vegetables, but I keep broccoli
How’d you want the check, y’all can keep the rest
This shit get worse, now watch me
I finna stop till I’m nothing but the best
Ay look out the window
Ayy, double my respect

Don’t understand my struggles so I can’t pull over

Do it for my popsie, she shakin’ her head like it bounce in her body
I make it two times the bezel I can’t bring two toasters
Don’t understand my struggles so I can’t pull over
Told my mom before she died, that I’d be the best
I see them blue lights, nigga I ain’t gon’ pull over
[Verse 1]
Smoke weed with my driver got a crew show her
She gon’ play with me, he got the crew show her
We done got cold I stand body ain’t gon’ pull over
We up in the party, I hit the gas like I just run through the Harley
Everybody get out my way, you better pull over
I see them blue lights, nigga I ain’t gon’ pull over
[Hook]
I always been on go, I just can’t pull over
[Verse 2]
She gon’ play with me, he got the crew show her
I always been on go, I just can’t pull over
I’ma pull up in the Mazi, now watch me
Everybody get out my way, you better pull over
Came from the dirt, this shit still hurt
Crippin’ in the stretch Maybach, it’s doing pullulates
Kicking the Lex carat, chop it like karate
[Hook]
We done got cold I stand body ain’t gon’ pull over
Smoke weed with my driver got a plug show her
I make it two times the bezel I can’t bring two toasters

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – He Rap He Sang (T-Wayne Album)

Okay shawty gettin’ handsome with Lil Wizane, no Lil Zane
Baby I’m a trapper turned rapper turned sanger
And I’m like bitch ain’t me get in line with the rest
I hit ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Everything you wish you was, it’s T-Pain, babe
And he does, we does everything you wish you was
Wayne I’ma hold you down on this rap shit, mane
Pullin’ on my roots, I had to hang her, whip her
Ha, once again it’s on
You know what I’m sayin’? Like…
It’s T-Wayne, alright, bang, bang

thank God I’m famous And…
‘Cause a lot of these ballers’d be around here chainless
But I made bling bling, yeah, ching, ching
Ice grill, hood niggas put your dentures in
But since we’re doin’ the same thing now it’s no difference
He rap, he sang and he do, his thang
[Intro: T-Pain]
Damn, if you was just a virgin to Pain
Have that lead come out the back of your head
Now they gon’ learn to respect me, bruh
It’s the white cup dranker

Tallahassee dick her, I’m back on the map
My respect level now is unheard of
And these sorry-ass rappers make a nigga wanna sing

Just think of me as the R&B version of Wayne
Put one more of them claps in the back of your leg
Everything you wish you was, it’s T-Pain, baby
‘Cause he rap, he sang, and he do, his thang
He so sweet make her wanna lick the singer
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
Weezy
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It’s a Lil Wayne and a whole lot of Pain
So me and Weezy gang bang her
Niggas was laughin’ now they wish they never heard of him
Shut up, bitch, gargle, that’s the motto, holla
And he does, we does everything you wish you was
A lick a shot, 9 millis get burned in their retina
‘Cause even the best say Weezy the best

He rap, he do, he does
It’s T-Wayne, It’s T-Pain
And I send shots like the bartender
He rap, he do, he does
I’m mind rockin’ models with a bottle, if you can’t swallow
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Darlin’, suwoo to the bangers
If you want beef, I’ll cook that angus
Bang, bang
I’m in love with a stripper
One word is what I said, click clack and you’re dead
[Verse 1: T-Pain]

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Listen To Me (T-Wayne Album)

They tryna stop us, Wayne! They can’t do it, man, this is T-Wayne
So I’m obligated to authorize what and who’s not
Fuckin’ with the Wayne then you’re gon’ get the T
If you are wise you’ll listen to me
Oompa loompa doompa dee doo
It is Money Mouth Carter, smokin’ like runnin’ hot water
If you are wise you’ll listen to me
I’m fishin’ for some bitches to give me some Southern fixins
And if I’m in the buildin’, I’ve been mothafuckin’ paid off
I’m fuckin’ with Tha Bizness, some of the hardest beat rippers
Tell these fuck niggas that this is what we doompety doo
I am somethin’ like a barber ’cause I’ll cut your fuckin’ head off
Gettin’ at your girlfriend, liftin’ up her tube top
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Call your lady super lube, givin’ niggas lube jobs
Straight out the backseat of the dually with the toolie

You wack niggas wouldn’t sound so fuckin’ insufficient
Yeah, shawty got that rebel rap

If you are wise you’ll listen to me
I’ve got a perfect puzzle for you
Fucked her good and when I finished, left her belly button glistenin’ (doompety doo)

I’m cold as fuck but I am also what and who’s hot
Let me take my shades off so I can fuckin’ see, and bitch
[Sample]
Where-where-where your shovel at?
And I got that auto, that’s that T-Pain kind
This isn’t just one of them rappin’ R&B niggas
Damn your face clear, that’s ’cause it’s up in Reynold’s Wrap (doompety doo)
Oompa loompa dooma dee dee
They said they did it before Wayne, not like this!
If you are wise you’ll listen to me
Better yet like runnin’ hot lava (doompety doo)
This ain’t no Nintendo rap ’cause I don’t play no games
You think I’m wack, but one day you’re gon’ see
If you are wise you’ll listen to me (Hey)
If you are wise you’ll listen to me (Hey)
And if you want some trouble I can have my people schedule that
I take a trip to hell and nigga I’ma bring the devil back
Hey! Hahaha, hey!
I am truly unruly, mic check, one two me
[Intro: T-Pain]
That mean at the same time, and my nina sang fine
Bitch I murder, kill, rob, steal, and fuck on the same watch
If you was wise enough to get wise and wise up and listen
If you are wise you’ll listen to me
If you’re fuckin’ with Wayne then you’re gon’ get the T
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
It’s like oompa loompa, I am on my new job
I’m Teddy Pain, my money long like a tube sock (doompety doo)

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Damn Damn Damn (T-Wayne Album)

And T was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
‘Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham
[Verse 3: T-Pain]
And I take your flower
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn

So break it on down
What you say lil mama?
And she was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
It’s Lil Pain, and T-Wayne
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You know I give shawty the business
We could go to my estate lil mama
When I do, do, do, do you, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
‘Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham
‘Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham

And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Like woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn
Can you stay lil mama?
Can I take you on a date lil mama?
Shit, damn
And I hit her with the wham, wham, wham
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
But I shout real deep in ya
[Outro: T-Pain]
[Chorus: T-Pain]
And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And never give it back to

That’s what you say when I do
You know I’ma give mama the business
And baby I’ma give it to you, you, you
Put on my old glass
Damn
And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Like wait lil mama
‘Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham

Now what we gon’ do, do, do, do-ooh, ooh, ooh
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn

You, you, you, you, ooh
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I said hey there shawty
Break it on down
I’ll pay lil mama
And I was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

And she was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
If I had my way lil mama
And I’ma get something for that
Look what I bought ya
And I was like woah, woah, woah
Like a straight piranha
Like wait lil mama
Yeah you already know that
Give it to you, you, you, ooh, ooh, ooh
No women I ain’t trying no finger
And I was doing whatever
It’s the brand new Ferrari
Bet you know my name
And I taste your flower
I gotta do for
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]

What we gon’ do, do, do
Equipped with no top-a
Break it on down
I face your flower
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
We’d be dating every day lil mama
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ah, like hey lil mama
You know I ate lil mama
Like woah, woah, woah
What we gon’ do, do, do

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Waist Of A Wasp (T-Wayne Album)

Like you supposed to be a nigga’s wife

[Intro: T-Pain & Lil Wayne
Lets a nigga know you just might have some class, girl
And she already know what it is
Baby don’t act stupid (Oh no)
Hey
What you think about that?
Shawty want a real nigga
Now won’t you do it like I told you, send a pic or download it?
And technically I don’t believe in fallin’ in love
Shawty you so much of a target, I hit you with a dart
And she already know what it is
Hahaha, sop you up with a biscuit
So I know I’m ’bout to murk it (I’m bout to murk it)
Let me show you what your Miss Butter is Worth
And she already know what it is
I’m tryna fuck you in the kitchen, let me butter you up
What you think about that?
I could take you solo for dolo
What you think about that?
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
But I ain’t tryna butter you up
But you know that they ain’t greedy as I
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And really I don’t be goin’ out like that no more unless it’s to shop
So with you I’m gon’ begin with love, yeah
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
Baby you’re so perfect (So perfect)
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Ohh what it is?
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
Now usually I don’t go the whole first 9
Say Wayne
‘Cause I promise in the Sidekick you got your own folder
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
Have you gettin’ out of the Lamborghini in slow-mo
Baby don’t act stupid (oh no)
Can I stick my finger in your apple pie baby?
She be my meal after I have a meal with her
Come on now let’s do this (This)
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse

If the love don’t don’t end with love
Baby you’re so perfect
But you got the fire to make a nigga feel
If I said you didn’t smell like Victoria’s Secret when you passed girl
And if Wayne pass you on then he pass you to Mack Maine
But with you I wanna go to the top
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
Where’s my manners?
So you gotta have you some brain

Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And I would go to hell as well

Come on now let’s do this (Let’s do this)
Which one you like? Butter or syrup?
And the plaid skirt you got on
Lately I been tryin’ to stop lyin’
What up dog?
Baby you’re so perfect (So perfect)
Baby don’t act stupid (Oh no)
So I know I’m ’bout to murk it (I’m bout to murk it)
And she already know what it is (Bitch it’s T-Wayne)
Ohh what it is?

And she already know what it is
Construction hat Weezy, I’ma build with her
You saw to that?
Then I deal with her

Come on now let’s do this (Let’s do this)
Whoo, sup girl?
And she already know what it is
And she already know what it is
Now won’t you shake like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse, scream and holler ’til you lose your voice
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
Got’sta pass it to Wayne
So I know I’m ’bout to murk it (I’m bout to murk it)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
But I’d be lyin’ if I said that I wasn’t blinded by that ass girl
I see her, I see her, I see her, I see her
If you keep fuckin’ with me, you gon’ get your own chauffeur
Promise I know how to love, know what to do with your heart
With a girl on the very first night

But first put your legs on my shoulders
Got the waist of a wasp and the ass of a horse
Baby you’re so perfect (So perfect)
Come on now let’s do this
So I know I’m ’bout to murk it (Young Mula Baby)
And with all do respect then you got’sta pass it to Pain
And she already know what it is
Baby don’t act stupid (Oh no) (Oh baby no))
Now what you, what you think about that?
Ohh what it is?
I know everybody want a piece of the pie
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
Umm bullseye baby, ooh aah baby

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Oh Yeah (T-Wayne Album)

So call me Teddy McGruder (Oh yeah)
They call me M.C. Boombox
But it’s not out of the norm when I bring the dick storm
I done ripped this bitch up, call me Freddy the Kreuger (Oh yeah)
I got a bitch from New Orleans she said (Aww Yay)
If her nigga act up then I’ma let out the Ruger (Oh yeah)
She won’t go to sleep, she stay up watchin’ me on computers
All these bitches be so fascinated and they say (Oh yeah)
Damn, she infatuated
[Verse 1: T-Pain]

Been drankin’ a little bit
Send her home with no shoes and 2 socks
(Oh yeah) Yeah bitch what you tryna say?
What you gon’ say girl? (Oh yeah)
Gon’ and tell the room girl (Oh yeah)
[Intro]
‘Cause when I got a bitch I just boom box
Yeah
(Oh yeah) What I had you sayin’ all day?
Bitch
Yeah bitch I know, that’s what they all say
Bitch
Fell in love with my swag and how fast I ate it
What you wanna say girl? (Oh yeah)
Keep the shit real like The Boondocks (Oh yeah)

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Breathe (T-Wayne Album)

I don’t need that hoe no more
[Hook (x7): Lil Wayne]
Go ‘head and walk, walk, walk, walk
Just go head and walk
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe
It’s T-Wayne, man
[Pre-Hook: Lil Wayne]
We’d smoke, we’d drink, then we reach ecstacy
Yeah, it might hurt, but it’s a sweet pain, baby
Upside down, porn star, breakdancer
(Baby)

So all of them bitches call me MC Hammer
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe
I’mma – I’mma let you breathe
I go H.A.M. on Mariah Carey-looking hoes
Okay, Young Mula Baby
Ha, so I’mma say you dead wrong

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & (Shanell)]
You’re my Pamela Anderson, I’m your Tommy Lee

I know I got you over be my keychain, baby
Even if she went crazy like a Theraflu patient
And I remember everything, baby
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
And I’mma let em breathe
Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
Breathe
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe
She tell me let’s drive, and she let me
Whoever you with, have fun
Weezy (Baby)
He take the wheel of her sex drive
break up teams We break up every year like T.O.
Traffic jam, remember me like, baby
Now let the beat bang, just let the beat bang
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe
[Hook (x4): Lil Wayne]
We pick up Keisha, she on the East Side
And shawty, yeah, it might hurt, but it’s a sweet pain
I party in the U.S.A. call me Teddy Montana
Cause I got a shawty from the west side

I’mma – I’mma let you breathe
Gangstas don’t ask they just let it be
So I’mma let you breathe
[Bridge: T-Pain & Shanell]
Walk, walk, walk, walk

Gangstas don’t ask they just let it be
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And then the three of us do-do-do it three times
T-Wayne, he rap, he sangs
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe

Yellow Bugatti could’ve drove you bananas
Ooh, but she ain’t choose to wear it this evening
And I can’t hear you like I got on Dr. Dre headphones
Ba-ba-bangladesh

[Outro: T-Pain & Lil Wayne & Both & (Shanell)]
Weezy (Baby)
[Pre-Hook: Lil Wayne]
My new bitch finer, lick that jelly out, jam ya
[Hook (x4): Lil Wayne]
Yeeaaahh
[Pre-Hook: Lil Wayne & (Shanell)]
Lil Weezy (Baby), T-Peezy (Baby)
So until we meet again, shawty, just go ‘head and walk
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe
808 and Heartbreaks got me drinking extra lean
I don’t need that hoe no more (Ba-ba-bangladesh)
I’mma – I’mma let you breathe
Cause I know he can’t make that pussy talk
I’mma let you breathe
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe
It’s a G thang, she got a G-Strang
I’mma let you breathe
She got the best of me God damn!
And the head game sick like cancer
I love the way you used to break up all my weed

I’mma let you breathe
Oh okay, T-Peezy (Baby)
If you gon’ leave, hol’ up, let me get my camera
Weezy (Baby), Peezy (Baby)
Okay, let’s go, listen, aye
[Verse 4: T-Pain]
Okay, I know it sound crazy, but I will love my lady
Ohhhhh, ohhhhh

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Snap Ya Fangas (T-Wayne Album)

Now grind on him while ya snap ya fangas
So you and your nigga can get it on
Forth and forth and rock
I know you waitin’ on another one
You can call me T, you got so many bitches
Chevys and Mercedes, everybody lean and rock
I just wanna see you snap ya fangas

Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah
Now grind on him while ya snap ya fangas
So girl here go the other one
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
And call us by our new names
I know you waitin’ on a special song
If you snap ya fangas
So girl here go the other one
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
All the Sophias and Tinas
[Chorus: T-Pain]
[Chorus: T-Pain]
The Haitians and Puerto Ricans, sak pase, mami
I know you waitin’ on a special song
This a cool song, make it snap on it
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
Yeah, I know you waitin’ on another one
I know you waitin’ on another one
I know you waitin’ on a special song
I know you waitin’ on a special song
[Verse 2: T-Pain]
And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas
Now lean, back, back, back
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
Aw shawty like
I tell her she can come sit on my high chair
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah
Hello, hi there, then we eye stare
So girl here go the other one
Let’s get it poppin’

So girl here go the other one
And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas

So you and your nigga can get it on
Now lean, back, back, back
It’s 2 A.M. and I got plenty other places to go
Ain’t no stoppin’, girl, you already know
[Chorus: T-Pain]
And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas
I know you waitin’ on another one
If I’d have had more room, I would have snapped on it
So you and your nigga can get it on
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
So you and your nigga can get it on
[Chorus: T-Pain]
And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas
Now grind on him while ya snap ya fangas
So you and your nigga can get it on

And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas
Now grind on him while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah
Stephanies and Keishas, you can ride with me
[Bridge]

Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah, yeah
I can call you later, I can go out with you
That’s just how we do in my hood

Now everybody snap ya fangas

I know you waitin’ on a special song
Shawty, lady, what it Mountain Dew?
So girl here go the other one
Forth and forth and rock
Snap ya fangas, I see you doin’ it
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah
Like magic, snap ya fingas and I’m there
Now everybody snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
I need all my babies, report to the parkin’ lot
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
Now grind on him while ya snap ya fangas
It look so sexy when you do it ’cause you’re doin’ it good
Just snap ya fingas
And that’s "Featuring T-Pain and Lil Wayne"
I know you waitin’ on another one
Then we both laugh, she see I’m rare

T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Heavy Chevy (T-Wayne Album)

Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin’ with no petty change

Bad news on the doorstep
24 inches, chopped seats, complete with the Pirells
I’ma switch to T-Wayne and take it back
(Tha Bizness)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin’ with no petty change
See, see Pain I ain’t gon’ lie, when I got to Florida
I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it
Believe my leather stayin’ soft

Tallahassee?
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
Let me get somethin’

Y’know, I was talkin’ ’bout, like, Trick Daddy
Mhm, mhm
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
And y’know, the real Dunk Ryders
Beatin’ down yo’ block, leave you with a damn welt
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
That you from N-O, right?
Let’s see what I got (T-Double)
Right, so I got a couple things to, like, teach you
I couldn’t take one more step
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man?
When I was 11, dawg, I learned ’bout my Chevy, dawg
Heavy Chevys (Alright), heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Oh, but February made me shiver with every paper I deliver
[Chorus]
I haven’t saw that many Chevys in my life
I used to have a ’64 a few years ago
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die, day that I die
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
As a matter of fact, y’know what? I’ma buy you a Chevy
In the spirit of Chevys
24 karat gold pipes on the low Impala
’72 Chevelle, I know that well
Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin’ with no petty change
But I will never sell, hell
I did
So let’s start with the
‘Cause everybody try to buy that bitch from me
I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man?
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
Now, I kinda want you to come back and tell me what you learned from my lesson (Okay) Y’know what I’m sayin’?
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
American Pie So bye-bye Ms.
So is it cool if, like, I just teach you a couple things you need to know?
I meant to say "seen," but um
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man

I had that bitch on three wheels on one of my old videos
Speakers in the bed sound like I got band help
Right, right, and I’m from Florida

Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
It’s not much, all you gotta do is sit back, relax, take it in, you ready?
Alright, let’s go
See Pain, I knew a lil somethin’, but thanks for the lesson
But somethin’ touched me deep inside the day the music died
No worries, no homo
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man?
Plus I got a mothafuckin’ motor that’ll make them tires yell
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Inside got baby blue ‘gator scales
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man?
Yeah, I like this, a’ight big bruh, fall it out
What up, bruh?
Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin’ with no petty change
And I love that bitch so much, tomorrow I’ma wear the fan belt
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
I said, a long, long time ago
I burned the Pirellis off, convertible, take it off
Since you came to Miami now
You pretty much a certified Florida boy
And I knew if I had my chance, I could make the people dance
[Intro: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
But my neighbors call it "Please turn down the stereo!"
A’ight, see? (I see) You gotta learn, big bruh (I see, I see)
Oh, but of course, but of course
Now cut that hoe up louder
My shit hard as a turtle shell
Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio
[Chorus]
Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck
So, y’know, I was thinkin’, right?
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin’ with no petty change
Even on the bottom of the seat, you can see the ‘gator tail
Y’know, since we doin’ the "He Rap He Sang" album, I figured
The one without the little man step
Mids and highs and 4-12s
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man?
And them good ol’ boys was drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Right, right (Can I hit that bitch one more time, please?)
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
That you probably need to know about
Okay
Mhm, I’ma finish hittin’ the weed first
But still, I need to know that you know that I know that you know (Okay)
[Chorus]
Woo!
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch)
That’s why I’m at the start line, ’bout to take it off
Why are these streets nothin’ but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch)
What up?
And you know what I’m sayin’

Snoop Dogg – Neva Left (Neva Left Album)

Drinkin’, sell a lil’ cocaine
I go for broke, no joke
Yeah, that’s the good life
Yeah, scarin’ all the white folk
Snoop Dogg
Yeah, it’s my chance to [?]
Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it
I gotta put my drink down, I’m tryna C walk, loc
This a everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam
And get it crackin’ with the slapper, jacker

Futuristic
19th Street
West side, you know what’s hatnin’
Yeah nigga, can’t you see? Gangsta?
Now I’m rockin’ it, ’61 blockin’ it
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out
[Verse 2]
Boy, a thick lil’ bitch, he super bad
See come and take off, it’s break off
The best in me, nigga, the West to be
You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery
Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet
[Verse 3]
Saten Day, West Coast
I’m live in the flesh
Drivin’ a fresh rock, run ’em with blocks in ’em
Told to set up out the room while they swingin’ the caddy
[Verse 1]
Yeah homie, what you say?
[Intro]
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Nutty Blocc
While stayin’ on the right note
You ain’t cut from it
Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain’t me
[?] money imperial, left 5 in his chest
So I’m doin’ it for y’all
That shit was fast and late
Plottin’ on some get back
Life for a nigga growin’ up in the game

Gangsta, gangsta
And let you say your grace before you have a taste
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
C’s up, yeah
But most of ’em prefer to shoot the K

Survive in the west
Marco, I bust, I’ma ruin it for y’all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
The mouth gave us a bang bangin’ and crack slangin’
[Interlude]
Of reality, set in, yeah, this your fate
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
But you can’t get back ’cause nigga, you dated
Crip shit
All hood, yeah
We poppin’ on imposters, fake ass mobsters
48 hunnid
No nuts, no glory
6-0’s, 8-Tray, Hoovers
Dogg, what up, mane?
West Coast, motherfucker, that’s the only way
This slangin’ thang
Now everybody know me
And the South side, ya dig?

No pain, no game
Oh, can’t forget them Long Beach niggas
Now your homies at your funeral
I’m dazed and blazed, no confusin’, I’m choosin’
Yeah, real shit

Where you mama and daddy
Harlem 30
A lot of homies shoot to J
And where we come from, loc, that’s the hood life
Another sad gangsta story
Ridin’ on bikes but they came with they flags on the end
East side the same
That’s on the set, tats on they neck
North side on the block
If y’all ridin’ by, my nigga, we cockin’ it
All my niggas on the East coast
I got ants in my pants and I needs to get ’em
[Outro]
Shoot or shout out to my home boys
That’s crazy, cuz
And how you like me now?
Yeah, they say if you watch somethin’ long enough, you’ll be comin’
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, I’m knockin’ it
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
Don’t say what you will do, nigga, what you gon’ do?
And make off with the cash at the pad
Fresh out the county, I’m boxin’ ’em
A better place for the one of Ace
[Interlude]
And you can quote me if you want to
Put a 9 millimetre in your fuckin’ face
And usually ones with the territory
This Crips, nigga
Santana
Roll with 20 Crips
This time I was raised
Word on the streets is you ain’t what you used to be
A lot of niggas is imitatin’ me ’cause real gangsta shit
Big Bow Wow Crip ’til you slip, Mr.
A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don’t do it, do they?
East side niggas, ain’t no stoppin’ us
Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay
You dig?
My recipe is treachery
That’s what I was told
I gang bang to the fullest
Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck
See Stacey Adams, fine woman
They watchin’ the makings of a real OG

Snoop Dogg – Promise You This (Neva Left Album)

I’ma promise you this
That nigga promised me he was gon’ come over man and do some things with me man
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
That nigga Snoop Dogg promised me, man the nigga promised a whole lotta stuff man
Quit actin’ funny my nigga
I made my way out they call me Snoop Eastwood
Say man that nigga Snoop Dogg promised me a record deal man
But he didn’t come through man
I had a football dream to have a football league and I did that
Smoking on the blunt with your temporary bitch
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch

One thing’s for certain, two thangs for sho
These niggas actin’ like hoes nowadays
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
See I’m a legendary nigga doin’ legendary shit

I’ma promise you this
[Verse 2]
[Outro]
A 20 nigga slanging with them insane crips
I’ma let it go, I can’t catch a case dawg

He do, 3, 2
When I was young I used to hustle for my own shit
Look I don’t even promise my wife or my kids nothin’
See time is money and it’s the first of the month
Look here you need to get a get something
[Hook]

I’ma promise you this
So what I look like promising you something nigga (I’ma promise you this)
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
Signed niggas, gave jobs and I made bail
Retail, hoe sale, OG’s won’t tell

[Hook]
I’m a Long Beach nigga everywhere that I go
Look nigga, I’ma promise you this
Nigga had to walk ’bout four days
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
These motherfuckers prayin’ on my downfall
I’ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
I run the paint when it comes to this roundball
I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
And go get your money my nigga
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
Say man (I’ma promise you this)
[Hook]
And kept a lot of motherfuckers from goin’ back to jail
Didn’t forget where I came from, went back to the hood
Oh yeah they will, oh yeah they will

[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I’ma promise you this

One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
[Hook]
Niggas said somethiing outta place, dawg
But I paid no mind I get back on my grind
If I do, if I don’t, if I will, if I won’t

Snoop Dogg – Trash Bags (Neva Left Album)

Paper
It’s yours
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Lily, butterfly
Money, count that
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
You gotta come to [?] right now
Paper
Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Money, count that
Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
[Intro: Female Voice]
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
KeKe and Showtime, there’s no time like today
Count that, count that, count that, count that

Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Hundreds, count that
Ace of diamonds, keep ’em shinin’
Count that up, count that up, count that up
[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]

Stina and Devina, I’m lovin’ how ya’ll poppin’ it
Count that
Count that
On the stage, on the pole
[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Count that
Hundreds, count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
I say you bring that bag
At the top, on the bottom
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Baby say, "roll the J", tangerine with pineapple
Count that
Count that

It’s yours
Count that
Oceanate, Pina Colada
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Peaches and Desiree, baby girl that’s from the A
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Crazy girls oh yeah we got ’em
Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that
Music Major
Dollars, count that
It’s poppin’, [??] money left to right
Count that
Count that
[Outro: K Camp]
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Twenties, count that
What are you, what am I?
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

Count that
Dollars, count that
Bella, Lauren, Linda Rose
Count that
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
[Hook: K Camp]

Snoop Dogg – Swivel (Neva Left Album)

I got my head on a swivel
Eyes peeled when I wiggle

I got my head on a swivel
You got to outwork your opponent or you won’t receive a
If you need me just whistle
I got my head on a swivel
[Pre-Hook: Snoop Dogg]
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
I got my head on a swivel
I can send a missile
I got a plan, I’m going ham on all you [?]
Check that D, they in the zone [?]
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
This is not a starter pistol (No, no)
I can send a missile
Stick to to this
Dressed to impress when it’s game time, [?] mine
I got my head on a swivel
I get it cracking with the snap of the wrist
Pass from the quarterback cause he’s under pressure
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
[Hook: Stressmatic & Snoop Dogg]
I got my head on a swivel
It’s nothing less than a championship, now peep this
If you play wing back, slot end, or receiver

Ayy back up off me, you playing me close
I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah)
I’m in full beast mode, too code to be cut down
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
[Pre-Hook: Snoop Dogg]
Eyes peeled when I wiggle
Cause I’m ahead of the game and I’m a veteran man
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I can send a missile
I got my head on a swivel
I’m so sick with this, they can’t stick me
[Hook: Stressmatic & Snoop Dogg]
If you need me just whistle
I tell ’em "Cool," I keep my head in the game
I need riders and goons when I build a team
Some OBJ with a dab of that DJ coffin, get off me

This is not a starter pistol (No, no)
[Hook: Stressmatic & Snoop Dogg]
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Check that D, they in the zone [?]
Antonio Brown or Julio Jones
One hand as I shook him off me

[Hook: Stressmatic & Snoop Dogg]
You bout to be hot buttered on a breakfast toast
I can send a missile
[?] cross him, quarterback [?]
I got my head on a swivel
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
I rock it out and find my way into the endzone
I’m wide open, hoping, scoping out the sea

A swivel

I got my head on a swivel
You better double me up, safety cover me up
I got my head on a swivel
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
[Pre-Hook: Snoop Dogg]
Will he beam, will he run, will he walk, talk, or will he lean
They on me like a bloodhound cause I won’t go down
A couple cheerleaders want to be in my friendzone
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
This is not a starter pistol (No, no)

I got my head on a swivel, swivel
Blowing trees in the big leagues
Give me the damn ball, move the chains at the same time
Eyes peeled when I wiggle
Call a few plays then break the huddle
I got my head on a swivel
If you need me just whistle
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
Lifting weights, staying in shape, won’t be shut down
Hand full of rings, I’m shady like Brady
Eyes peeled when I wiggle
This is not a starter pistol (No, no)
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
One on each side, now who do you zone
I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80
I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah)
Looking apart from the start, on the dress up
Catch a quick screen, cake walk on your whole team
Coach on the play, I’m hoping that he don’t mess up
I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80
They get a couple 1DB’s about to press up
Hand full of rings, I’m shady like Brady
I got my head on a swivel
I got my head on a swivel

It’s like a merry-go-round the way I’m bending my routes
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah)
Single coverage won’t work boy, I’ll burn him up
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
If you need me just whistle
Sports Illustrated, get a flick of this
Call a few plays then break the huddle
Call a few plays then break the huddle
I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah)
[?] homie had the Randy Moss him
I got my head on a swivel
I got my head on a swivel
Hand full of rings, I’m shady like Brady
I got my head on a swivel

Check that D, they in the zone [?]
From the depths of the sea