Jay-Z – Legacy

My stake in Roc Nation should go to you
TIDAL, the champagne, D’USSÉ, I’d like to see
A nice peace-fund ideas from people who look like we
He was preachin’ on Sundays, versus how he was livin’ Monday
See how the universe works?
She might start an institute
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

You run this hard just to stay in place
[Verse 2]
Keep up the pace
That charge of energy set all the Carters back
My parents ain’t have shit, so that shift started with me
That was the sweetest thing of all time, uh
‘Cause strangely our division led to multiple religions
You run this hard just to stay in place
We gon’ start a society within a society
[Outro: Donny Hathaway]
Generational wealth, that’s the key
Daddy, what’s a will?
[Chorus]
I remember, like, listenin’ to Wu-Tang
Someday we’ll all be free

[Verse 1]
It’s a gift and a curse
That’s major, just like the Negro League
Leave a piece for your siblings to give to their children too
You see, my father, son of a preacher man
[Chorus]

Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
She might put poor kids through school
Keep up the pace, baby
Eric, the rest to B for whatever she wants to do
Whose daughter couldn’t escape the reach of the preacher’s hand
[Bridge]

Someday I forgive him
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
[Intro: Blue Ivy Carter]
Take those moneys and spread ‘cross families
My sisters, Hattie and Lou, the nephews, cousins and TT
I hated religion ’cause here was this Christian

Black excellence baby, you gon’ let ’em see
Those times are now back, just now called Afro-tech

Day, someday, someday we’ll all
I studied Muslim, Buddhist, and Christians
That’s how we keep Carter money all in the family
My mom took her money, she bought me bonds
It takes my hurt and help me find more of myself

And niggas like, "Your seed married his seed, married my seed"
And I was runnin’ from him, He was givin’ me wisdom
Black excellence, you gon’ let ’em see
That’s called the Red Queen’s Race
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy

[Interlude]
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see
It took all these years to get to zero in fact
There was a time America wouldn’t let us ball

Jay-Z – Smile (feat. Gloria Carter)

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]

I’m that boy
[Intro: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Huh, blood diamonds drippin’ with guilt, I still ain’t trippin’
In every one of y’all televised shows
Yet it’s legal in Colorado, yeah, we deny
In the shadows people see you as happy and free
No harm for them, no harm for me
[Chorus: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Objects is further than they appear
The separation is clear in my rear-view mirror
[Chorus: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Fuck a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake
Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt
I just wanna see you smile through all the hate

Smile, you recordin’?
Good times never fade away, smile
Living in the shadow
But my story’s too wide to fit inside the line or two
Oh yeah, I was born with a pair, playin’ for high stakes
Good morn’ or evening, friends
But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime
This is Hov, no flex zone, nigga, who lied to you?
But trust me, that was nothin’ a nigga up in

Kept the tray on me like Chris Paul then
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
This was meant to be a haiku, huh
I know you often heard me wax poetic ’bout bein’ back in the Lexus
Now you see the real in the front row
Drug dealers and abusers, America likes me ruthless
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Now the whole projects on my jet
Marie Antoinette, baby, let ’em eat cake
That blood money I giggle at it, can’t even support my miss’ habit
Look, you a pedestrian, don’t ever question the security I provided you
Smile
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
Niggas’ll love you but hate you ’cause they can’t be you

Super facts

So our music is ours, niggas own their own houses
Good morn’ or evening, friends
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
I said, "Pre-haps I Freudian slipped in European whips"
God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain
Appreciate the pain, it’s a blessin’
Ours was, "Fuck you, pay me" now it’s, "Fuck payin’ me, I pay you
Tryna put a million on the whole team now
Anita Baker’s "You Bring Me Joy" slappin’ out of the toy
God sent me to break the chain, I’m the true and livin’
[Verse 1: JAY-Z]

Cried tears of joy when you fell in love
Good morn’ or evening, friends
And niggas playin’ for power, huh
You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person you love
Y’all knew that was comin’, I had to remind y’all again, huh?
That’s why it’s a black market, that’s why it’s called the trap
Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to
[Outro: Gloria Carter]
Good times never fade away, smile
Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live?
I mastered my aesthetics
Niggas switched sides, traded pride, we don’t do all that
But you live with the fear of just being me
Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be
Welcome back Carter, smile
‘Cause the more I reveal me, the more they ‘fraid of the real me
All these people was gon’ kill me, heh
Niggas’ll rip your shit off TIDAL just to spite you
The hundreds of millions, I have no ceilings, ah, this that feelin’
20 years ago we drove Bentley Azures
Here’s your friendly announcer
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
Had to pretend so long that she’s a thespian
Oh y’all thought I was washed? I’m at the cleaners
Oh, these that drugs, heron flow, I spaz on the stove
Dump ’em all in the bayou, uh
Drinkin’ Ace of Spades like it’s codeine now
Push through the pain so we can see new life
Fear for you, bro, we know the system don’t work
Living two lives, happy, but not free
Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church
Norman’s Cay, he looked up and out of the Lear
That’s why it’s called the projects ’cause it’s exactly that
My therapist said I relapsed
Society shame and the pain was too much to take
Flyin’ paper planes through the projects
A loss ain’t a loss, it’s a lesson
Don’t matter to me if it’s a him or her
Bet before I go I put a billion on the board
Put the rest away for Blue"
Jewelry shoppin’ in Pa- all ya jewelers should be embarrassed
‘Cept try to free you Ahhhh, what did I do?
Launderin’ dirty money like the Teamsters, huh
The world is changing and they say it’s time to be free
In charge of my own fate, respect Jimmy Iovine

Hall of Fame Hov, I did it all without a pen

A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ
Love who you love, because life isn’t guaranteed
When I heard you got booked, that shit hurt
Had to hide in the closet, so she medicate
So all the ladies havin’ babies, see a sacrifice
[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Mama had four kids, but she’s a lesbian
We drinkin’ Cristal and…yeah
Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise
Slammin’ Bentley doors like we invented doors
Far as draft picks, my name did not get called
Smile
That’s life, winners and losers
Because that’s what you want them to see
How niggas can’t relate?
Smile
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
But life is short, and it’s time to be free

Jay-Z – Marcy Me

I started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
Just the way I’m raised
Yet we know not what we may be"
I ain’t gonna change, no
Oh, can’t walk away, I know, I know
Chicken-heads be cluckin’
Back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen
Back when Rodman was a Piston
(Como hás nome, cavaleiro?
Mike was losin’ to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
Marcy me
Y’all flirtin’ with death, I be winkin’ through the scope
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
I’m a Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi
Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y’all
"Lord, we know who we are
Must be in the air
Or better yet here’s a verse from Hamlet
Yeah, that’s where it all started
When Denzel was blottin’ carpet, I’ll pack a… nine millimeter
Just the way I am always gonna be

You couldn’t change me if you wanted to
I’ma take this with me to the Moon

[Intro]
Came through the bushes smellin’ like roses
[Verse 1]
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
So maybe I’m the one or maybe I’m crazy
I need a trophy just for that
E meu tempo…)
[Verse 2]
Gave birth to my verbal imagination
The livest one representin’ BK to the fullest
Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
Thus concludin’ my concerto
Cookin’ coke in the kitchen
There’s room on the bandwagon, don’t abort
Back when Pam was on Martin
Bastards duckin’ when Hov be buckin’

I ain’t gonna change, no
Oh Marcy, Marcy me
Nah Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus?
Couldn’t change me if I wanted to
Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof

Fat laces in your shoe, I’m talkin’ bustin’ off the roof
I ain’t gonna change, no
I know, I know, I know
I’m the Gotham City heartbeat
Assume a virtue if you have not
And Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixin’
I’m from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand
Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
[Outro: The-Dream]
Marcy me
Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
Marcy me
That’s poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke

Pressa – Basically

See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
13 like Scottie Pippen
[Pre-Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
And they don’t want war, ah
My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
Sold three zips, fishes
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
[Verse 1]

Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
My niggas buy brown, whip it

I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
(x2)
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
[Hook]
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
My niggas buy cars, ship it
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
Got hit with this [torah?]
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
This is not technical, just to get technical
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)

Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
Hear me now
And them su, su, su, su, su
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Mek I tell you hunting season
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
What a bam bam

I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Once upon a time in the projects
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
I don’t give a God damn
Yow this a hunting season
[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
Them su, su, su, su, su
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Love is all I and I bring you know
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
This a hunting season
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
Them su, su, su, su, su
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
[Verse 2: Jay Z]
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV
Ooh wee, huh

Top ranking, keep it skanking
[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Well, I tell ya something season
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too

Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Cake and dumpling season
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
Spinners and dumpling season
[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
And them su, su, su, su, su
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures

Don’t play by the king
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Them chatty, chatty, chatty

Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
[Outro: Damian Marley]
I come to nice up the whole nation
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Now greetings to the world
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Shawn was on that gospel shit
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
And them su, su, su, su, su
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I don’t give a God damn
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’

Lil Xan – Wake Up

I feel like I’m dead
In my own lane bruh
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, yeah
I feel like I’m dead

Fuck it, yeah
Fuck it, yeah!
What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah
Ay, I wake up

I feel like I’m dead
I throw up
Your bitch wanna sex
Ay, I wake up
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok
Xan up, I’m next
What you mean? Yeah
I throw up
Pink audies, they like beans
What you mean?

Ay, I wake up

[Verse]:
I feel like I’m dead
Pretty foreign, bitch clean
I feel like I’m dead
We do not play bruh
[Verse]:
Ay (what)
Fuck it, yeah
Ay, I fucked the game up
Yeah What you mean? What you mean? What you mean?

Ay, I wake up
Yeah, yeah
That bitch is lame bruh
I like bean, I like beans, I like lean (he-hey, ooh)
I feel like I’m dead
Yeah (yea, yea, yea)
[Intro]:
[Hook]:
Ay, I wake up
[Hook]:
Your bitch want-
What you?
I throw up
Fucking around (yeah)
I throw up
[Hook]:
I throw up
I throw up
Ay, I wake up
Ay, I wake up
Feel like I’m-
I feel like I’m dead
Pink roses, pink lean
I feel like I’m dead
My bitch from over state
I feel like I’m dead
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, yeah
I throw up
I throw up
I drew the game up

Ay, I wake up
Ay, I wake up
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead

Ay, I wake up
[Bridge]:
I throw up
What you mean? Yeah
Ay, I wake up
I feel like I’m dead
[Bridge]:
I throw up
You know I’m next
I throw up

You know you is a lame hoe
She gon come down state
Ay (ooh)
Pink Audies, pink beans
What you mean? Yeah
I feel like I’m dead
Pink roses, pink lean
[?]
Ay, I wake up

Manman Savage & Lil Uzi Vert – Big Face

I just copped a whip, took her on a trip
Why you kiss her face, yeah
Nutted on her face, and nutted on her ass
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah

Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
I’m also Jamaican, I shoot with a bay
I was outside all the way from the morning
Bitch I swear this is a Porsche, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
They ain’t see my face, I ain’t leave a trace
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
VVS diamonds, that’s all on my face
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
My niggas ran a train, choo choo on her ass
Yeah, um this gas got me so high, I thought it was laced
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
I’m whippin’ it with my minorities, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
If I cop that Rollie you know I’ma flood the face
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
We’ll shoot your brain, yeah
I’m walkin’ right in, I ride with the bank
I was on a xan, after that I crashed
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
We don’t move the same, yeah
[Verse 2: ManMan Savage]
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Fifty in the clip, I’ll let it rip
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah

Why you kiss her face, yeah
I just beat the case, they don’t know my name

Yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, missed it completely
If you talkin’ ’bout them Franklins let me see his face
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Goyard on my waist, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Stay up in your lane
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
I heard he kissed her lips, my dick was on her lip
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah

I’ma do my thing, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Yeah they movin’ ‘caine, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
That was all bad, seen it all was sad
Better keep your mouth closed
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Nigga you’s a lame, better yet a fag
That bitch suck my dick and her tongue got no taste

R.E.M. – Man On The Moon

If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Monopoly, Twenty-one, Checkers, and Chess

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
See you in heaven if you make the list
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
Here’s a little ghost for the offering

Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
[Chorus]

Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?

[Verse 1]
Hey, baby, are we losing touch?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s
Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
Moses went walking with the staff of wood
Let’s play Twister, let’s play Risk
[Chorus]

If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match

If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
[Verse 3]
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)

[Verse 2]
Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Here’s a little agit for the never-believer

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, baby, are you having fun?
Newton got beaned by the apple good
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess
Mister Andy Kaufman’s gone wrestling
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby, are we losing touch?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Crash Test Dummies – Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

Got into an accident and couldn’t come to school

He said that it was from when

But both girl and boy were glad
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Ah
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Once there was this kid who

His hair had turned from black into bright white

‘Cause one kid had it worse than that
And when they finally made her
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Parents made him come directly home right after school
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

They’d always just gone there
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
But when he finally came back
They shook and lurched all over the church floor
Once there was this girl who
Ah
And when they went to their church
He couldn’t quite explain it
Ah
They saw birthmarks all over her body
‘Cause then there was this boy whose
She couldn’t quite explain it
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Wouldn’t go and change with the girls in the change room
They’d always just been there
Ah
The cars had smashed so hard

Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Ugly Kid Joe – Everything About You

I, hate the rain and sunny weather,
I put her on the bed and she didn’t even say maybe
I, can’t stand to be around…
I don’t really care about your sister
I, hate everything about you!

One thing that I did to your lady
Everything about you,
Everything about you,
Everything about you!
Forget the little bitch cause I already kissed her

And if you think this thought might bring me down,
And I, I, I, hate the countryside too!

And I, I hate your daddys guts too bu hu
And I, hate everything about you!

Look again cause I aint wearin no frown!
And I, get sick when I’m around, I, can’t stand to be around,
And I, don’t like a thing about your mother,
Cause I, I, I, think sex is overrated too.
And I, don’t like a thing about your sister, no, no
Some say I got a bad attitude,
you! Haha… I, hate everything about…
The way it comes, the way it’s gonna go
Cause I’m havin
But that don’t change the way I feel about you,
Everything about you, everything about…
And I don’t like a thing about the city, no, no
[Chorus]
And that’s too bad,
Every little thing about you!
I, get sick when I’m around…
And I, I hate the beach and mountains too bu hu

Semi-chorus
I know you know everybody knows
… everything about you!
A ball hatin
You think it’s sad,

Fun Lovin’ Criminals – Scooby Snacks

He said it was time to blow, you know
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Running around robbing banks
No one gets hurt if they don’t act funny
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Is this some karmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what?
I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
By that time Fast tapped me with the 9
Ain’t punkin’ the crowd and I’m still standing up straight
And alive, and off we drive

She gives me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink
"…I am cool."
So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy
[Verse 1: Huey Morgan]
Running around robbing banks
Running around robbing banks
They’re at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Fromans’
And I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you!"
[Hook]

So out the door we go back to the ride with Steve inside
[Intro]
That I found cute and I said, "Baby, baby, baby…"
And we lost those brothers with haste
Hey that’s smooth…
Riding around in a stolen police car

See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we’ll never get far
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is, yeah

Off Bermuda to an island resort we rented
We casted off and along we went

Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded

All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Now everything’s cool and everything’s smooth

Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something
"Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?"
[Hook]
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money

"Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!"
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
"Look, I don’t know anything about any fucking set-up
Running around robbing banks

"Torture you, that’s good, that’s a good idea, I like that one."
And I don’t give a fuck about the hell’s gate
Me and Fast got the gats, we’re out to rob the bank
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught
Running around robbing banks
"Any of you fucking pricks move
You can torture me all you want…"
They gave chase, but my man Steve’s an ace
Running around robbing banks

Red Hot Chili Peppers – Give It Away

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow

My mom I love her ’cause she love me
Keep your more to receive your less
Give it away give it away give it away now
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility
Never been a better time than right now
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Bob Marley taught me how to off it

Love is free love me say hell yes
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Bob Marley poet and a prophet

Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
Come on everybody time to deliver
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Come and drink it up from my fertility
How come everybody want to keep it like the kaiser

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
Unimpressed by material excess
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
There’s a river born to be a giver

His heart is never gonna wither

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Give it away give it away give it away now
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Dancin’ down on life with agility

Bob Radojevic – Foliram (Official Video) 4K

daju sve za jednu noć sa tobom
dobro foliran dobro foliram
Opet pijem ludujem
[Refren]
lažem lako je bez tebe znam

Opet pijem ludujem
podsete me što je glava luda
I mamurna jutra brojim

[Refren] x2
oči joj ko bisto more

I mamurna jutra brojim
Gde je noću to grad krije
željni nove avanture

dobro foliran dobro foliram
bez nje ko da ne postojim
pa me nazad dobiješ
pet svratiš pa mi osmeh vratiš
nova tura svako veče druga
lažnu sreću kupujem
Opasni te momci jure
Prelako ih odbiješ
ko beskućnik tražim je i lutam
zbog nje se do jutra pije

nova tura svako veče druga
lažem lako je bez tebe znam
lažnu sreću kupujem
Jedan pogled kupi me

bez nje ko da ne postojim

Hustle Gang – Want Smoke (feat. T.I., Young Dro, London Jae & Yung Booke)

It’s really like Hustle Gang everything

Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
We saw light on the haze, I shoot ’em the back of the face
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

Play your position and play dumb as a witness
I don’t just rap about it, my city’ll tell you that I live it [?]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
Whole army of shooters and Wassi’s the sergeant
[?]
R.I.P., O-G-D free me, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Truth

[Chorus]
Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless
Still looking, still sing and hear bro
Get all your money and do your time if you get it
Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car
Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now
You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah
Too hot, you’ve gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I’m so G
You suckers ain’t trillville
[?]

And I know it
Anyway, what you gonna say?
Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real
I be the first nigga that’s catching a case
[Post-Chorus]
Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon’ get it
They call me Dro, this a four four
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Chorus]

(Boy, you know you don’t want no smoke)
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P. gon’ cash out
Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems
[?]
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Don’t make me act a fool, don’t make me unload this uzi
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don’t want no smoke
And I’m on they tanner, make them pull them bands out
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

Still do it, looking like I steal your hoe
Pistol better not be where you’re riding
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
And I’m sponsored by Louis and Ralph
Hey, I’m a giant, y’all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y’all

Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
Jab it and double what you mean and bail road
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
Only bosses in my clique, you know what I’m saying?
Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business
He’s making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae
One too many millionaires still rapping
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
You can not do me, I’m a certified gangsta
My chrome still will get to singin’ like Johnny Gil
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
I don’t want no peon round me
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
This is a rap, this is a trap
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Not the industry, that’s the difference
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it

My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
I’m with a out of town broad, she don’t go-go
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon’ run and play
Ship it in here like a fake cake
I got my ratchet and I’m rockin’ Coogi
Ain’t hear raise zone
Man, aye
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
You sayin’ he your homeboy, I say he dead weight
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
[Verse 1: Dro]
You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch
(Fuck you, nigga, you don’t want no smoke)
That’s lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
[Intro: T.I.]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, see
Stay reminiscing but cap a line for nutrition
I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money
Run upon you with that Draco
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
[Verse: ]

James Blake – Vincent

[Chorus]
What you tried to say to me
And how you tried to set them free
Shadows on the hills
Frameless heads on nameless walls

And how you tried to set them free
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget

They would not listen, they did not know how
Paint your palette blue and gray
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
[Bridge]
And how you suffered for your sanity
You took your life, as lovers often do
In colors on the snowy linen land

What you tried to say to me
They would not listen, they’re not listening still

The silver thorn on the bloody rose
Starry, starry night
And how you suffered for your sanity
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
On that starry, starry night
Colors changing hue
But still your love was true

Weathered faces lined in pain
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Now I understand

Look out on a summer’s day
Perhaps they’ll listen now
[Verse 2]
Starry, starry night
[Chorus]
Swirling clouds in a violet haze
And how you tried to set them free
But I could’ve told you, Vincent
[Verse 3]
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I understand
Perhaps they’ll listen now
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Portraits hung in empty halls
[Verse 1]
Now I think I know
They would not listen, they did not know how
The ragged men in ragged clothes
Perhaps they never will
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
And how you suffered for your sanity
And when no hope was left in sight
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
What you tried to say to me
Starry, starry night
[Outro]
Like the strangers that you’ve met
For they could not love you
Morning fields of amber grain