Mozzy – New Era New King

Bald headed bum
Nigga said he a living legend living like a peasant
Hell gang Mozzy nigga one up top ahky
We don’t do no boxing we gon’ one up top him
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
If niggas know me then niggas know fuck Bo
We done slithered through the nine and the four
Senior citizen ass fuck around and have a stroke
Where was loc when tiny wee got smoked I don’t know
I ain’t finna mention hook cause L-Finga my woe
Nigga mentioned a ZillaZoe but took a L in that woe
Heard TNutty if you murdered your folks he ain’t do shit
Wankie doodle ain’t a blood in the bounty he be with crips
RideZilla Tony got hit with five nigga
He came back to life but he practically died nigga
RideZilla cuzzo got hit with that five nigga
Them bullets hit his body he actually died nigga
La Fa-illa, Car full of drillas we taking trips
Tell T-Nutty I still love you his big homie a bitch
Who is Lynch Nigga come to my section he getting drenched
It’s the clique on that oak park blood side of the fence
Never switch I been here since a puppy I’m really from it
Ask the younging about the big homie Mozzy them niggas love me
You on IG displaying the politics for the public
Somebody tell that old ass fucker that ain’t a hundred
He don’t like how I’m coming they hate that I’m getting money
You still booking shows for a thousand you niggas funny
Broke and bummy that’s why they bitter about the fella mozarella
We backing up everything that we yelling
Backing up everyhing that we yelling
And it’s one up top back in the chamber what’s hannen
I said we backing up everything that we yelling
And it’s one up top back in the chamber what’s hannen
We don’t do no boxing we gon’ one up top him
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Nigga forty pop pop him got him pop locking
We don’t do no boxing we gon’ one up top him
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Nigga forty pop pop him got him pop locking

Nicky D’s – New Day (feat. Young Thug & Lil Yachty)

Peep your whole convo like speakerphone (yah)
Know that sideways shit
They be talkin’ ’bout every fuckin’ time that my back turned
Yeah all you pussy cats need a pap smear
Like Papoose, I ain’t ever dropped a wack verse
Last hearse came for a body I caught
They ain’t even make it up to the lobby at all
It’s obvious, dog, I’m prolly the one ’cause they be callin’ me up
You want a verse then slide me the fuzz? That’s a no
My nigga, that’s not a maybe (no)
Top of the buildin’, coolin’, I be chillin’
I see the pavilion, I fuck up a million (pew, pew, pew)
My rides all dirty, I feel like Chamillion
I run up that sack for my future children, gang
I’m (Lil Boat) finna (Lil Boat) have to (Lil Boat) run it up
Back that ass back like a dump truck (beep)
Niggas be hatin’ that I’m up (yeah)
They ain’t want me to win, but I did (no)
Make that bitch squirt like a squid (squirt)
That bitch got makeup over my white cover
I fought like I fuck her, don’t fall like I love her
All of these pussy rap niggas be suckas
Ain’t goin’ out like that, no

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat)
[Verse 3: Nicky D’s]
Thugger brought lean and Yachty got Sprite
Now we in commercials like we takin’ flights
But I be in PJs like sleepin’ at night
I be in PJs like sleepin’ at night
Haters be talkin’ like they got the right
But I be confused like…
What? [Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, know I got that white kid with me, nigga, know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t gon’ waist no time, nigga
Right to it
[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat)
[Verse 1: Nicky D’s]
Lots of duplicates, yeah all my bitches come in twos now
She say, "You a lil’ stressed so just lay back," man what a true pal
I done been in some real shootouts
Places that you cannot move ’round
Blowin’ on pack and it’s cool loud
All of my homies scream uptown
I just thought you should know a few things about the kid
If I hit it once you gon’ feel it all around your ribs
You just wanna fuck ’cause you heard about the D rich
It’s a new day, and I’m in the kitchen whippin’ like a soufflé
Got a Creole lil’ shawty, my new bae
She be at the crib like a roommate
When I tell you pull up

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Got a lil’, got a lil’ bitch from Lil Haiti
Watch her go wipe that lil’ baby (lil’ baby)
Would I share money with you? Fuck is you speakin’ on? I give a fuck
It’s a new day err day
We goin’ up like doors in a Merci’
Nights like a kid on a first date
When a verse lay everybody screw their face up in the worst way
I put on for Ireland
Bitches in Dublin get wet like a fireman
All the Leviathan say that you ballin’ and buy it then
Or take your tongue and just bite it then
Hush little baby, you rappers is hoes
Attracted to hoes that be smashin’ my folk
I’m used to the cold, I adapted to woes
But we all be like, "who you actin’ a fool?"
These questions need answers
Bet all your bands up
I got ’em bop like a hansom
Young D’s got jokes like a hansom
Tell ’em all hold up like ransom

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat) Who is you schemin’ on?

Prof – Time Bomb

[Chorus]
Ooooohhh
I can’t bring myself to follow the rules
Come with me if you want to get on the news
Hold tight, I’ll light this muthafuckin’ fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
X2 [Chorus]
Ooooohhh
I can’t bring myself to follow the rules
Come with me if you want to get on the news
Hold tight, I’ll light this muthafuckin’ fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
X2
[Verse 2: Prof]
Boogie-woogie
Fully buzzed up up in my hoodie
I stay getting pussy
Chocolate and vanilla pudding
I’m young Doogie Howser
Young pookie is king of Powderhorn
I’m getting stupid, can’t possibly be better looking
Oooooh baby
What you do to me must be some good Voodoo baby
When solo ooh you look just like a photo baby
I can’t say no, it’s a problems, this is fatal baby, cuz you a time bomb baby
[Bridge: Prof]
ATM, got the cash, ate well, all of that
Feeling good, already knew it, I’m about to get into it
Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
Bad bad young man though, be ready to get your plans cancelled
[Hook]
That’s how I’m feeling
I’m at the top of my game you know what the deal is
Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy? It’s so dangerous in this city. Your mom wouldn’t like me, your papa or your uncle either
Each his nieces dime pieces
I’m such a wascally wabbit
Have been treated for diseases
It’s not my bad that I have it, no! [Verse 1: Prof]
Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh
Feeling good, feeling good at the liquor store
Spend my money on these bottles, bouta take them all
What I’m bouta get into I’ll never know
So many plans, so many plants, I got several
[Bridge: Prof]
ATM, got the cash, ate well, all of that
Feeling good, already knew it, I’m about to get into it
Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
Bad bad young man though, be ready to have your plans cancelled
Are you rolling with me? [Hook: Prof]
That’s how I’m feeling
I’m at the top of my game you know what the deal is
Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy?

The War on Drugs – Pain

I met a man with a broken back
He had a fear in his eyes that I could understand
I can’t even shake the pain without breakin’
[Chorus]
I’ve been pullin’ on a wire, but it just won’t break
I’ve been turnin’ up the dial, but I hear no sound
I resist what I cannot change
And I wanna find what can’t be found

[Verse 3]
I’m aware you’re tired and lost
Like a demon in a doorway, waiting to be born
But I’m here all alone, just beggin’
Pull me close and let me hold you in
Give me the deeper understanding of who I am
Yeah, I’m going back again, I’m waiting here
[Chorus]
I’m just pullin’ on a wire, but it just won’t break
I’ve been turnin’ up a dial, but I hear no sound
I resist what I cannot change, own it in your own way
Yeah, I wanna find what can’t be found Just standin’ still? [Verse 1]
Go to bed now I can tell
Pain is on the way out now
Look away, a domino falls away
I know it’s hard lookin’ in
Knowin’ that tomorrow you’ll be back again
Hang your head and let me in, I’m waitin’
So long
[Verse 2]
I was staring into the light
When I saw you in the distance, I knew that you’d be mine
Am I movin’ back in time?

All That Remains – The Thunder Rolls

[Verse 1]
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city’s looking like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There’s a storm moving in
He’s heading back from somewhere
That he never should have been
[Pre-Chorus]
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
[Verse 2]
Every light is burning
In a house across town
She’s pacing by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Asking for a miracle
Hoping she’s not right
Praying it’s the weather
That’s kept him out all night

[Pre-Chorus]
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
[Chorus]
The thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
[Verse 3]
She’s waiting by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he’s alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightning flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
[Pre-Chorus]
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls! [Chorus]
The thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
[Bridge]
Deep in her heart
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
The thunder rolls on
And the thunder rolls
[Verse 4]
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won’t do this again
Because tonight will be the last time
She’ll wonder where he’s been

Bush – Mad Love

[Verse 1]
I was saving you from drowning
You were silent as a rain cloud
The ceiling was imploding
The walls were closing in
I was feeling a prisoner
Was running so fast
I was speeding through the red lights
Speeding past
[Chorus]
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
[Refrain]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
[Verse 2]
So restless while waiting
You’ve been gone so long
I fell in your slipstream
Fell in my arms
And I want you to dance now
To dance just for me
It’s all out of focus
You make me so free

[Chorus]
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
[Refrain]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
[Chorus]
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
[Outro]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Mad love, mad love

The Kooks – Broken Vow

You always washing your hands in myth
Don’t you know you can’t get clean? I saw you in church on Sunday
I was walking by on my way to Monday
Cracked lips and a sidewalk
Something’s in life that you just can’t heal
Dry fuel but it hurts too much
Do you like it, when life gets rough? I didn’t know, didn’t know
What I was running to
Didn’t know, didn’t know
What I was running to
I didn’t know, didn’t know
What I was running to
Didn’t know, didn’t know
What I was running to
Didn’t know what I was running to
Oh girl, don’t stop now
Walking through the city like a holy cow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
Only way to heaven is a broken vow
Are you speaking in tongues
‘Cause yeah, I’ll take sin
Your abstinence is such a loaded gun
Your stained glass and a holy ghost
I shall not take what I want the most
I didn’t know, didn’t know
What I was running to
Didn’t know, didn’t know
What I was running to
I didn’t know, didn’t know
What I was running to
Didn’t know, didn’t know
What I was running to
Didn’t know what I was running to
Oh girl, don’t stop now
Walking through the city like a holy cow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
Only way to heaven is a broken vow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
Walking through the city like a holy cow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
Only way to heaven is a broken vow
Only way to heaven is a broken vow
Hide me in mirrors
I am happy when all I have to do is just pretend
Then I’m feeling like time moves slow
And I lay and lift the fruit hang low
Low, low, low, let the fruit hang low
Oh girl, don’t stop now
Walking through the city like a holy cow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
The only way to heaven is a broken vow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
Walking through the city like a holy cow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
The only way to heaven is a broken vow
The only way to heaven is a broken vow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
Walking through the city like a holy cow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
The only way to heaven is a broken vow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
Walking through the city like a holy cow
Oh girl, don’t stop now
The only way to heaven is a broken vow
The only way to heaven is a broken vow

Gorillaz – Strobelite

Girl, your life will turn
Just like a strobe
‘Cause you’re daddy’s pain
And your mother won’t
And your heart engages into heartless throes
Are we obsidian? When you’re drivin’ night is dreamin’
(Livin’ the strobe light)
And you will find the life you needed
(Livin’ the strobe light)
Slide the light off you
You may find some peace
All will come to you
If you come with me
Are we just too far to be as one again? Is this how it goes? Is this how it is? Are we obsidian? Momentary pain
Can be pleasure lain
Millisecond change
Magic lantern strange
Are we just too far to be as one again? Is this how it ends? (Yeah!)
When you’re drivin’ night is dreamin’
(Livin’ the strobe light)
And you will find the life you needed
(Livin’ the strobe light)
And when you’re drivin’ night is dreamin’
(Livin’ the strobe light)
And you will find the life you needed
(Livin’ the strobe light)
And when you’re drivin’ night is dreamin’
(Livin’ the strobe light)
And you will find the life you needed
(Livin’ the strobe light)
And when you got it
And think you’re dreaming
You hit the light
You’ve got to find it, we all need it
We hit the light
And when you got it
And think you’re dreaming
You hit the light
You’ve got to find it, we all need it
We hit the light Are we obsidian?

Saukrates – Rollin’ (feat. Masta Ace & O.C) (The Underground Tapes Remastered Reissue Album)

[Saukrates]
Ha, ha
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Ha, ha
Rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
[Hook – Saukrates]
Money makes the world go round
So watch a nigga
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Money makes the world go round
So watch a nigga
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
[Masta Ace]
Yo, yo, I makes green backs of mean tracks
It seems that life ain’t nuttin ‘but phat cars
And cream stacked two stories high
I wouldn’t wanna die, po broke and lonely
No joke I’m only a hop jump and skip from 30
Gotta get my hands dirty
If I wanna see cash thats gon last
I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart
Yo where’s the math, gotta go for broke without a cast
Ain’t shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes
We floats in flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers
Crack makers never left the, neighbourhood
Cash rules everything except me
That’s what cream mean, it don’t rule the mind
On valentines day nigga, you still couldn’t find
The heart to try to step to, fuck wit
Mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin’ nigga and lets get
All this dough like Pillsbury and I still bury
Wack rappers, in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year too
And my tongue will tear you
Keep rollin’ in dough and son I hear you

[Hook]
[Saukrates]
(Make money) the slogan of ghetto dwellers in such
(Take money) the phrase of an organized bank rush
Sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone
Interceptin’ drug carriers and taking they home
Popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck
Solidify, your cash you’re the biggest guy
Got tooken out, the bitch caught a disease
Called the plague Saukrates, now who’s got the g’s
Desperado, get away cars hittin’ the throttle
Pinchin’ diamonds the size of the lotto
Any kind of hesitation 25 ta life you get
Come out, kickin’ Carlito cuz you can’t resist
In your world wife and kids become the minority
Cause yens, franks, marks and dollars are priority
On stage frontin’ as if the mic makes all your cream
But Father Time paid off the sandman and saw your dream
Nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it
Cuz I did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics
Realize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperate
They’d sell they mother for a seven digit figure
Dont you get it…
[Hook]

[O.C.]
Yo Sauk, yo Ace, what’s up wit money over there
Whippin’ on the street like he just don’t care
He’s flambouyant see annoying
Ignant nigga figure he gonna be rollin’ all his life
Being the big bad bull motherfucker, what! Sellin’ drugs, you ain’t nuttin’ but a sucka, uh
Can’t free mold your mind mad mushy, intelligents all fuzzy
Get shot street nigga forgot who was he
Hit it to put things in perspective
Do right, don’t defy laws of life and be deceased or arrested
Mastermind desgined you had thru a science giver
Mad man dreams of a major alliance
Your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds
Sluts and scars , draggin behind bars still
The wake up call, face off the jail bully
Takin’ your manhood, as thought you had a pussy
Come home seen your man, now the lies arise
Tellin’ your man you was fightin niggas twice your size
Your conscious is feelin’ it, sippin’ a brew
Two ways you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one
Mental swollen and your manhood stolen
Wrecked and got dugout for the price of rollin’

Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Blacc Zacc – Trap Boo (Dirty Money Power Respec Album)

Drinking purple and yellow, Kobe, beat the trap down like Zaytoven
I got a badass bitch, she gon’ ride it like it’s stolen
Trap jumping all day and then I bust that pussy open
She love a hood a nigga, so I got that pussy soaking
She go get the bags for me, so I flew that bitch to Oakland
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what the gas do
Can keep you in Chanel, too
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what these bales do
I can keep you in Chanel, too

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch, trap shit
This ain’t just no rap, bitch
Can keep you in Chanel, Givenchy, and that YSL shit
I got a plug, for real
I got a deal on the drugs, for real
I keep a slug, for real
You will get killed, for real
For real, for real
I need a bitch that’s gon’ hustle
Cooking OG in the bubbles
She ain’t my bitch, but I love her
A godmother like [?]
But I can’t take her to Momma
I need a bitch that’s gon’ fly with me
Pour up and get high with me
Like Khaled, she the best
Came through pre-check with a whole fifty
I keep that Pole with me
I got some shit that’ll fuck up your nose with me
I’m talking big business
Nigga, I re’d up with a quarter-milli
Help me sell a bale so I know it’s real
And I’ma keep your wrist icy
Her swag kill like ISIS
And she a go-getter, that’s priceless

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what the gas do
Can keep you in Chanel, too
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what these bales do
I can keep you in Chanel, too [Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what the gas do
Can keep you in Chanel, too
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what these bales do
I can keep you in Chanel, too
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Come here, baby, come and help me count this dirty money
I’m Hoodrich, I keep the Glock with the 30 on me
These niggas fake, these bitches phony, why they acting like they know me?

Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Blacc Zacc – Lose My Mind (feat. Money Man) (Dirty Money Power Respec Album)

I got the trapping shit to a science
I just dropped this bill to the client
[?] plug at the [?]
J’s had them going along the tractor trailer
Just bought a couple drums for the haters
Walking dispensary, I got different flavors
I go to Cali, [?]
I go to Denver, girls, they gonna cater
I keep a chopper for niggas who crazy
I [?] nigga couldn’t save her
Unless y’all the fucking nigga like [?]
I brought the draco with me just to [?]
I could tell the wolves gone, had to eat them
These niggas petty, they ain’t trying to win
Should got a heart of OG Zen
That ain’t the money muddy, that’s a [?]
I’m a [?] nigga [?]
I turned like $50 cash into a M
He fuck around and I’ma shoot at him
They fuck around and I’ma shoot at them
Just hit the truck driver out west
Find me a great plug, I was blessed
My only goal was to get a check
Car had a sit-down with the connect
Secrets so low, you niggas can’t believe it
Just flew to San Fran for a meeting
Just so the dollar bill [?]
Just for some fire OG and a blunt
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Selling all these damn bricks, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time
Selling all these damn zips, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, then you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time [Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Selling all these damn bricks, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time
Selling all these damn zips, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, then you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time
[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
Ain’t got no time, I’m impatient
For my neck and my bracelet
Slug [?] 31
Like I play for the Pacers
.223s, Reggie Miller
Stomp you in some Margielas
I got choppers, they’re metal
I ain’t worried ’bout my rebels
Basic bitch used to play me
Now I ball on the daily
And my bitches are dimes
But all my nines be my fragrance
I be styling and dripping
I be smoking and sipping
She be calling me, tripping
You watch your mouth, get some business
I got snow like Mount Everest
Got them cookies, my preference
[?] like the [?]
Got rich and they jealous
Get [?] from Benjis
And Ferraris and Bentleys
Gotta walk with extensions
‘Cause one day, they might tempt me
56 to a quarter-P
Young nigga got the recipe
Hundred rounds on the .223
Chopper kick like Bruce Lee
Chopper hit like Bruce Wayne
Oh, they mad ’cause I do my thing
JJ gone and still bring pain
Trapping the rap game, no Cain

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Selling all these damn bricks, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time
Selling all these damn zips, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, then you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time
[Verse 2: Money Man]
Wearing Margielas, stepping on a key
Roll up my sleeves, about to wear a P
He not the plug, who the fuck is he?

Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Blacc Zacc – Swerve (Dirty Money Power Respec Album)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Soda dirty with that clean lean
MONY POWR RSPT the dream team
Dirty money, but them whips clean
I used to serve all the dope fiends
Smoke too much cookie, got no Dream
My bitch and my plug in the Philippines
I’m fresh and I’m clean like Listerine
I’m hoodrich like my nigga Keem
Soda dirty with that clean lean
MONY POWR RSPT the dream team
Dirty money, but them whips clean
I used to serve all the dope fiends
Smoke too much cookie, got no Dream
My bitch and my plug in the Philippines
I’m fresh and I’m clean like Listerine
I’m hoodrich like my nigga Keem
[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
I keep a Glock to my team with the green bean
I used to serve all the dope fiends
I used to serve all the fiends butter
I used to trap right in front of momma
Dirty soda, but that clean lean
Sipping Hitech, no green green
Carbon 15 with a red beam
Smoking good cookie, no Blue Dream
You not a boss, you just playing like it
I fucked that bitch, now she think she wifey
I fucked that bitch on the back to wifey
I pray [?] be nothing like me
I took a bale and I move it
Dope boy, I’m influenced
Courtside with the jeweler
The plug talk, I speak fluent

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Soda dirty with that clean lean
MONY POWR RSPT the dream team
Dirty money, but them whips clean
I used to serve all the dope fiends
Smoke too much cookie, got no Dream
My bitch and my plug in the Philippines
I’m fresh and I’m clean like Listerine
I’m hoodrich like my nigga Keem
Soda dirty with that clean lean
MONY POWR RSPT the dream team
Dirty money, but them whips clean
I used to serve all the dope fiends
Smoke too much cookie, got no Dream
My bitch and my plug in the Philippines
I’m fresh and I’m clean like Listerine
I’m hoodrich like my nigga Keem
[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
MONY POWR RSPT
Might spend a hundred on a new [?]
This a real check
No SID VVS
Icy water wet
Could’ve went and bought a new Hellcat
Now my days all broke
Gotta hustle hard ’cause I ain’t going back
I was selling dope before rap
I turned the booth to the trap
I told my plug to double up
Took a few losses, then I ran it up
They used to look down, now a nigga up
Promethazine in my cup
Cookie black, got me stuck
Take a P-T and pour it up

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Soda dirty with that clean lean
MONY POWR RSPT the dream team
Dirty money, but them whips clean
I used to serve all the dope fiends
Smoke too much cookie, got no Dream
My bitch and my plug in the Philippines
I’m fresh and I’m clean like Listerine
I’m hoodrich like my nigga Keem
Soda dirty with that clean lean
MONY POWR RSPT the dream team
Dirty money, but them whips clean
I used to serve all the dope fiends
Smoke too much cookie, got no Dream
My bitch and my plug in the Philippines
I’m fresh and I’m clean like Listerine
I’m hoodrich like my nigga Keem

Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Blacc Zacc – Dracos & Choppers (Dirty Money Power Respec Album)

[Intro: Blacc Zacc]
You know we gotta keep them sticks on us, nigga
Whole lot of money, whole lot of power, whole lot of respect
Dirty Money shit
Hoodrich shit
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow
[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
Money like Wells Fargo
Mad Max my father
I’ll put a price on your head
Now you finally got to move
Leave you bloody in the pool
Chopper kicked like, "ooh"
Pull up with it, the heat
Keep shooting, I don’t miss
Keep shooting till it click
This Hoodrich and Dirty shit
I’ll take a Sprite and pollute it
In the booth with a Uzi
Big bitch, big booty
A dirty hoe, she ruthless
I got a plug named Diego
Sell drugs and get pesos
Coke white like mayo
Purple Act in a [?]
Came from a bloody role
Four fingers, that’s a four
This Blacc Zacc from Diamond Road
And Hoodrich Pablo
I just sell a lot of dope
I love to [?] like a [?]
I love bags like the Hulk
Boom, you up, check the scope
Lemon drink in my Coke
Little sonny want smoke
Crack a seal, pour a four
Good cookies what we smoke

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow
[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Young nigga with a old rusty chopper
Glock with the 30 and the revolver
Selling the midget make my money taller
Married to money, got a ring, no altar
MONY POWR RSPT, circle full of bosses
Dirty Money, hundred dollar bill flossing
Call me PJ, I’ll be on jets often
I’ll ship that pack all the way to Boston
Louis V bag with that baby chopper
I got the babies, I put them in foster
Ice, ice, got the cake and the frosting
Designer all that I walk in
Fuck on that bitch, now she stalking
Hoodrich, bitch, we don’t do all that talking
Pull out that final sparky
Smoke on the wood like I’m Marlon
Young nigga pulling it throwing a party

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow

Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Blacc Zacc – Booked Up (Dirty Money Power Respec Album)

[Intro: Blacc Zacc]
You know we gotta keep them sticks on us, nigga
Whole lot of money, whole lot of power, whole lot of respect
Dirty Money shit
Hoodrich shit
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow
[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
Money like Wells Fargo
Mad Max my father
I’ll put a price on your head
Now you finally got to move
Leave you bloody in the pool
Chopper kicked like, "ooh"
Pull up with it, the heat
Keep shooting, I don’t miss
Keep shooting till it click
This Hoodrich and Dirty shit
I’ll take a Sprite and pollute it
In the booth with a Uzi
Big bitch, big booty
A dirty hoe, she ruthless
I got a plug named Diego
Sell drugs and get pesos
Coke white like mayo
Purple Act in a [?]
Came from a bloody role
Four fingers, that’s a four
This Blacc Zacc from Diamond Road
And Hoodrich Pablo
I just sell a lot of dope
I love to [?] like a [?]
I love bags like the Hulk
Boom, you up, check the scope
Lemon drink in my Coke
Little sonny want smoke
Crack a seal, pour a four
Good cookies what we smoke

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow
[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Young nigga with a old rusty chopper
Glock with the 30 and the revolver
Selling the midget make my money taller
Married to money, got a ring, no altar
MONY POWR RSPT, circle full of bosses
Dirty Money, hundred dollar bill flossing
Call me PJ, I’ll be on jets often
I’ll ship that pack all the way to Boston
Louis V bag with that baby chopper
I got the babies, I put them in foster
Ice, ice, got the cake and the frosting
Designer all that I walk in
Fuck on that bitch, now she stalking
Hoodrich, bitch, we don’t do all that talking
Pull out that final sparky
Smoke on the wood like I’m Marlon
Young nigga pulling it throwing a party

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Sending niggas to the doctor
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
We got them dracos and choppers
Keep shooting until tomorrow

Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Blacc Zacc – No Deal feat. Blackodme (Dirty Money Power Respec Album)

[Intro: Blacc Zacc]
Give a fuck about a deal
Trap nigga, for real
Nah, for real, for real
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Smoking cookie out the bag
Pouring drink out the seal
Give a fuck how you feel
Give a fuck ’bout a deal
I’m a trap nigga, for real
You a rap nigga, for real
That Dirty Money, I’m for real
Nah, for real, for real
Smoking cookie out the bag
Pouring drink out the seal
Give a fuck how you feel
Give a fuck ’bout a deal
I’m a trap nigga, for real
You a rap nigga, for real
That Dirty Money, I’m for real
Nah, for real, for real
[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
Fish tail off the lot
Broke my wrists in the pot
Nino Brown in the spot
So all that capping need to stop
Plug bringing in blocks
Plug bringing in bales
Foreign whip, V12
Got it all from a scale
Might sell a P with your hoe
I re’d up with the dope
Young nigga cut throat
Niggas still want smoke
I’m on the block with a bundle
Been going hard, ten summers
Ten summers, no fumble
Boy, my trap do numbers
Middle fingers to the labels
I got thirty-two flavors
Plug bringing in acres
Fuck a budget, I’m major
Designer on me, head to toe
Made a living out the bowl
Stick to the G code
Still repping for the four

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Smoking cookie out the bag
Pouring drink out the seal
Give a fuck how you feel
Give a fuck ’bout a deal
I’m a trap nigga, for real
You a rap nigga, for real
That Dirty Money, I’m for real
Nah, for real, for real
Smoking cookie out the bag
Pouring drink out the seal
Give a fuck how you feel
Give a fuck ’bout a deal
I’m a trap nigga, for real
You a rap nigga, for real
That Dirty Money, I’m for real
Nah, for real, for real
[Verse 2: BlackoDME]
I’m a trap nigga, for real
I be [?] wearing bales
You a rap nigga, for real
You be working on your skills
I be calling up Pedro, trying to work out a better deal
‘Cause I’m really trying to win
I’m just trying to see them M’s
Paper chasing, selling bales
I swear, that’s all a nigga know
I don’t never leave the house
Without the scale and my four
Watch out who you serving
You know these niggas be telling
Watch who you keep around you
You know these niggas really jealous
From the North to the [?]
All a nigga know are gold
I really got truckloads
I really met Pedro
Chopper black and I’ma split you
Eat you up like a Skittle
You look bitter, sour ass nigga
Yeah, they really know who winning

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Smoking cookie out the bag
Pouring drink out the seal
Give a fuck how you feel
Give a fuck ’bout a deal
I’m a trap nigga, for real
You a rap nigga, for real
That Dirty Money, I’m for real
Nah, for real, for real
Smoking cookie out the bag
Pouring drink out the seal
Give a fuck how you feel
Give a fuck ’bout a deal
I’m a trap nigga, for real
You a rap nigga, for real
That Dirty Money, I’m for real
Nah, for real, for real

Lil Tracy – Hennessy (Life Of A Popstar Album)

[Intro]
When I’m with your bitch you don’t exist, lil nigga
Running up the check I am a rich lil nigga
I am a rich so nigga
Sippin on Hennessy yuh
Countin’ them benjamins up
Count them up, count them up
I’m sippin on Hennessy
Tracy Tracy
[Chorus x2]
When I’m with your bitch you don’t exist, lil nigga
Running up the check I am a rich lil nigga
Hennessy, Hennessy, Hennessy
She give me neck like a guillotine
Hennessy, Hennessy, Hennessy
She give me neck like a guillotine
[Verse]
Sip the Hennessy straight
Stumbling outta the club
She bisexual, not straight
She eating some pussy and then give me face
Jealousy
I know that you’re hungry but don’t try to eat off my plate
Wait, hollup
Wait, hollup
Hennessy Hennessy po up
Pretty girl chose us
Left that pussy torn up
Booty so big I don’t think that it’s real
Gettin that money
I’m rocking designer and paying the bills

[Chorus]
When I’m with your bitch you don’t exist, lil nigga
Running up the check I am a rich lil nigga
Hennessy, Hennessy, Hennessy
She give me neck like a guillotine
Hennessy, Hennessy, Hennessy
She give me neck like a guillotine
[Hook]
When I’m with your bitch you don’t exist, lil nigga
Running up the check I am a rich lil nigga
I am a rich so nigga
Sippin on Hennessy yuh
Countin’ them benjamins up
Count them up count them up

Lil Tracy – Hygiene (feat. Duwapkaine) (Life Of A Popstar Album)

[Hook: Lil Tracy]
I’m fucking this hoe in the shower that’s hygiene
Boy I got big ass cojones don’t try me
We gon’ pull up like some jeans
Double cup this ain’t no tea
Ice in my mouth like celine
She gave me good brain I can’t think
My hunnids blue and her pussy pink
I’m fucking this hoe in the shower that’s hygiene
Boy I got big ass cojones don’t try me
We gon’ pull up like some jeans
Double cup this ain’t no tea
Ice in my mouth like celine
She gave me good brain I can’t think
My hunnids blue and her pussy pink

[Verse: 1 | Duwap Kaine]
My hunnids blue (yeah they blue)
And you know that (know that)
Ion’ even gotta show that (show that)
Foreign yeah I drove that (yeah I drove that)
All this cash yeah I stole that (I had to take that)
Cause I’m on that shit I’ma finesser
Get your bitch cause I’ma dress her
Get my money it’s on the dresser
Try this nigga you get wet up
Try this nigga you better vest up
Hit him one time now he gotta rest up
No I’m not no snitch, I’m not a confessor
I’m off all these drugs, I’ma party wrecker
[Hook: Lil Tracy]
I’m fucking this hoe in the shower that’s hygiene
Boy I got big ass cojones don’t try me
We gon’ pull up like some jeans
Double cup this ain’t no tea
Ice in my mouth like celine
She gave me good brain I can’t think
My hunnids blue and her pussy pink

I’m fucking this hoe in the shower that’s hygiene
Boy I got big ass cojones don’t try me
We gon’ pull up like some jeans
Double cup this ain’t no tea
Ice in my mouth like celine
She gave me good brain I can’t think
My hunnids blue and her pussy pink
[Verse: 2 | Lil Tracy]
Bitch I’m motherfucking don, I’m important
My bitch imported, yeah she foreignnn
I used to wait for the bus now I’m tourin’
Go head ask Tyra Banks my bitch a model yeah she gorgeous
That pussy is wet like a ocean I split it like Mosses
I am so deep in her body I feel like Osmosis
I wan’t her to carry my baby we don’t need a trojan
I might just bust in her pussy, and let it soakin’
[Outro Hook: Lil Tracy]
I’m fucking this hoe in the shower that’s hygiene
Boy I got big ass cojones don’t try me
We gon’ pull up like some jeans
Double cup this ain’t no tea
Ice in my mouth like celine
She gave me good brain I can’t think
My hunnids blue and her pussy pink

I’m fucking this hoe in the shower that’s hygiene
Boy I got big ass cojones don’t try me
We gon’ pull up like some jeans
Double cup this ain’t no tea
Ice in my mouth like celine
She gave me good brain I can’t think
My hunnids blue and her pussy pink
My hunnids blue and her pussy pink
And her pussy pink I got some big ass cojones, yeahhh-yea-yea! Fucking this hoe in the shower
I got some big ass cojones come try me
Cojones, cojones, cojones! Yea yeah! I got some big ass cojones
I got some big ass cojones
Yeahhh-yea-yea! [Intro: Lil Tracy]
Yea yea..

Lil Tracy – Drunk Punx (Life Of A Popstar Album)

[Intro]
I’m a punk star bitch I feel like Fish Narc
[Hook]
Drunk Punx 40oz on a Tuesday
I really liked you, but it was just a phase
Coming out when the moons out
On the highway going fast with the roof down
Drunk Punx 40oz on a Tuesday
I really liked you, but it was just a phase
Coming out when the moons out
On the highway going fast with the roof down
[Verse]
I’m good at being a bad boy
I’m a Goth Boi, I’m not a sad boy
Tattoos on my neck and my face too
Live life fast I wanna race you
Drunk Punx, I get fucked up
Maybe it was Tuesday, it was just us
It was just us
It was just us
Maybe it was Thursday, it was just us
[Hook]
Drunk Punx 40oz on a Tuesday
I really liked you, but it was just a phase
Coming out when the moons out
On the highway going fast with the roof down
Drunk Punx 40oz on a Tuesday
I really liked you, but it was just a phase
Coming out when the moons out
On the highway going fast with the roof down

Matt Wills – Emily (Cigarettes & City Lights Album)

[Verse 1]
Lately, I’ve seen a different side of you, and darling
Maybe, all the things you put me through have you falling
Tore my heart and stole my ways
Sorry that I let you change
[Chorus]
My Emily, oh
My Emily, oh
You laid down your life for me
Turn down the lights suddenly
So I am the one you need
I’m tired of running
[Verse 2]
Lately, I’m sleeping less and drinking more than I used to
And me, you follow me too, and I wish that you never knew
You had a taste and now you’re always wanting more
She stole your heart and stole your ways
Sorry that I let you change
[Chorus]
My Emily, oh
My Emily, oh
You laid down your life for me
Turn down the lights suddenly
So I am the one you need
I’m tired of running
I’m tired of running

[Bridge]
I’ll never save you, I’ll never be your faith
This fucked up behaviour is something I can’t explain
Don’t mark my words now but trust me, I feel your pain
I love to see you, please be something more
Need your reflection and still feel secure
I wish that I had just waited my time
Nowadays, I hold you, I still watch you burn
[Chorus]
My Emily, oh
My Emily, oh
You laid down your life for me
Turn down the lights suddenly
So I am the one you need
I’m tired of running
‘Cause you are too good for me
I know that I’m too weak
Promise me when you leave
I’m tired of running
I’m tired of running

Matt Wills – Hurricane (Cigarettes & City Lights Album)

You put your arms around me
I felt the room surrounding
I want to know why together we can be lonely
You sung my favourite song
In my bedroom with nothing on
And as the day dawned on me I fell in love with cold coffee
Cause there is just no other on my mind
I want to feel these colours one last time
Cause darling I crave your love
More than I need your touch
Cause you are like
A hurricane , hurricane kicking off
Cause I don’t just want to fuck
Your kiss will be enough
Cause you are like a hurricane
Hurricane kicking off
Perfect storm ironically
You don’t know who I am but you follow me
I look into your eyes and they’re calm, as when our hearts are in tune harmonically
And I feel as if peace could last for a minute and half then solemnly
The wind picks up and you blow me off don’t wanna hear my apology
In fear in this odyssey even though I know that I’m only here metaphorically
Biologically ,engineered technology there’s not much that bothers me
But who am I to you
Day dream till the cyclone swallows me
Until my head starts spinning
Linda Blair their ain’t no God in me
Cause darling I crave your love
More than I need your touch
Cause you are like
A hurricane , hurricane kicking off
Cause I don’t just want to fuck
Your kiss will be enough
Cause you are like a hurricane
Hurricane kicking OFFF