Holla At Me lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne, Paul Wall, Fat Joe, Rick Ross & Pitbull)

[Cool & Dre]

This is...this is

This is...and he goes by the name of

[Lil Wayne]

Yeah you got the right one, it's Weezy fucking baby

And if your woman looking, I'll let the woman taste me

Okay now I'm with Khaled, we whylin in Miami

We got a bunch of bitches, we pile 'em in the phantom

They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club

I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck

It's cash money baby, it's Young Money bitch

Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick

Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch

Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit

Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a fresh prince

Nigga I'm a young king, nigga I'm a Bun B

Yup, I go hard, ask my broad

Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't looking at y'all (She can't see)

The rest goes without me having to say

I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

Holla at me, what it do, what it is

You ain't never seen a player like this (Holla at me baby)

I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live

Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big

You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)

You can see me from a far I'm the shit

Scream at me what it do, what it is (what it do)

[Paul Wall]

It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker

Chunk a deuce, sip a deuce, pouring up big goose vodka

Lone star beast straight up out the H

Sure stopping all the hate, sipping on the ski taste

I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass

'Cause they see me in a foreign riding on a pointed glass

Getting cash is my number one task

Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class

I'm a grit boy looking for an ass like Ketoya

Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy

My boy Toy I E got to sleep

And we got to see and who got the freaks?

Beat it up like an ass whipping

The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing

But I ain't tripping, I'm trill

That's why I'm posted with Khaled 'cause he real one

A hundred baby like a bill, holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]

Nah homie, you done got it fucked up

You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)

We sent Campbell in 'cause he got goggles on

And he's pushing something far and it's fucked

Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast

And the chopper come out of the stash

Yeah money ain't jewels motherfucker you lose

I'll make you do the fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)

Who wanna come test the kid

Have your baby mama bless the team

Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that

She a motherfucking sex machine, holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]

Stunting in a magnum riding with my hat low

Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes

Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since

Know that I'ma veteran, million dollar residence

Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips

Off set rims on a rear six inch lips

Started on the benches, rose through the trenches

Now I'm the shit bitch, go and check your senses

Known for the Benz's, chrome on the Bentleys

Smoking on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese

Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that

Khaled go hard dawg, talk to 'em Paul Wall

[Chorus]

[Pitbull]

It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A

Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in Dade

I owe my future to

Last name Campbell, first name Luther

The gun shine stayed, well that should've

Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is

Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?

That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south

We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt

Harlas and priests

These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces

Ahora loca, mueva la cadera, abre la boca aye viene la madera

[Chorus]

Addicted lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Juelz Santana)

Eh Khaled, you done playing with them?

Santana

About to give them some real street shit

Big drop, gotta look big, nigga

I grew up small, I had to look big, nigga

I had the moddo, like "look big, nigga"

It ain't about what small or what look big, nigga

When this small barol in your face, it look big, nigga

Push big niggas to the point where they don't wanna push small niggas

To the point, get the point, nigga?

Crack dealer I been, since I don't know when

8, 9, 10, na, I don't know when

I know I started early, started young, started dumb

Started out as a runner, started out making my run

I whent from bits and pieces, to bricks and sneakers

Fox was like "here, give this to Kiesha"

Tell Kiesha to get that to T

Tell T "get that back to me"

Get the drill sargent, I lay it down like a drill sargent

Straight out of boot camp

My soldiers in the field marching

Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3

Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made

Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man

I'm on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man

I'm addicted

Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know

I'm addicted

Murder, death, kill, anything goes

I'm addicted

I honor death before dishonor

I'm addicted

This ain't fiction, I livedI'm addicted

Come through on the first?

Good, cause I make my best moves on the first

First of the third, I be workin theGotta break 'm all down, so every person gets surved

I'm addicted to this life for me

I live it, it's just right for me

I can't coap with being broke, I never could

Plus I prommised myself I never would

Plus I can't forget the fact I have that

Wrist when it comes to whippin, bring that Crack back

I'm in the kitchen, I'm whippin, bringing that Crakck back

Cam, pass me the ice, BlackjOr should I say magic

Pardin my slang, it's pardt of my bad habits

Pardin my ring, it's just part of my swagger

You don't like it, nigga, pardin my swagger

I told a chick I'm addicted

To holding my dick with my right hand and posing for pictures

I told her quick "I'm sort of a pimp, bitch"

Or more of a hustler, and one you should get with

It's none like me

Not two, not three, not one like me

Can't none get it done like me

Not him, not him, damb sure not her like me

Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made

Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man

I'm on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man

I'm addicted

Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know

I'm addicted

Murder, death, kill, anything goes

I'm addicted

I honor death before dishonor

I'm addicted

This ain't fiction, I livedI'm addicted

Destroy You lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Krayzie Bone & Twista)

(This is, this is, this is

Yeah.. yeah, uh-huh, uh uh, c'mon)

[Intro: Krayzie Bone]

Yeah check it out y'all, it's them Bone Thug niggaz

In the house with that nigga Twista, DJ Khaled

Duece-double-oh-six, we 'bout to do it like this - yo

[Chorus 2X: Krayzie Bone]

Just like that 9-millimeter comin to heat ya

Nigga we come straight for ya, out to destroy ya

They better believe as soon as they creep up

Niggaz gon' see how my tongue kill just like my gun, gun

[Twista]

Twista spit it for hustlers, Twista spit it for hoes

But I'm 'bout servin these haters like I'm servin that 'dro

Spit for my gangstas and killers that'll put one in yo' dome

Spit it for my ballers and thugs that's addicted to chrome

Either rims or the thumper, now you ain't gotta wonder

What a Twista and here I go and never on drama

With purple 'bout a pound, and my truck I pound the sounds

And my 24's got blades on them that spin round and round

Back on the scene now, and I'm always seen high

Still flow motion overdosin, smokin on green now

When I'm on them Jordans, 20's look like 17's now

Sportin throwback Jordans from when I was 17 now

Still I'm steady (Po' Pimpin), still spinnin and hustlin

Still (Adrenaline Rushin) like when the pendulum's cuttin

Album comin out soon, but I already had props

Pullin Benz's up on the block before I met yo' pop

[Chorus]

[Twista]

The Twista, playa balla, slash pimp MC

Straight from Chi-Tizzle my nizzle, never gon' get rid of me

On some (this is, this is) and they call us C.M.T.

When they drop on how pop on about how it's so fly bein me

With a lethal chemistry, put them in your memory

When you want that original sound, it's either him or me

The most underrated artist in this whole industry

If rappin was the NBA I'd be Michael Finley

Still I'm bendin and grinnin, still I got pull in the club

Still I'm poppin my collar, grindin on girls in the club

Servin 50's, rims is bigger but I got love for the dub

They love the Twist' like love for the chief, and love for the thug

Cause I got that com' game, and I got that bomb flame

Let alarms ring when you hear the don's name

I copped the H-2-1's, some throwbacks like LeBron James

This time around I'ma let my nuts and my platinum charms hang

[Chorus]

[Twista]

T be poppin them tags, T be coppin them Jags

And if the T do a stick-up you be droppin them bags

And I'm from where they cock hats instead of rockin them rags

And if they ain't cockin them hats they be cockin them mags

T be thuggin and clubbin, "Oh Twista that look tight"

Don't every time he step in the party he look so nice?

I'm officially fresh in my gear as I'm rockin mo' ice

And the Mitchell & Ness from the year when I used to flow like

Annilisms are my verbal metabolisms

Shadow's prisms and my thug mannerism's of cataclysm manor

Causin some dis-establishment-arianism

I vary in wisdom, wins only cause I'm carryin ism and um

A street lyrical phantom, full of verses when I chant 'em

When this shit here hit the street it's gon' be the ghetto's anthem

[DJ Khaled]

Bone Thugs, Twista, DJ Khaled, LISTENNN!

[Chorus]

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

Shouts out to Steve Lobel

Krayzie Bone, Bone Thugs, Swizz Beatz I see you

Twista, shit's crazy right here

Cool & Dre on the track

It's DJ Khaled, historical, I'm a problem!

LISTENNN!

Never Be Nothing Like Me lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Homeboy, Lil Scrappy)

[Intro - Lil Scrappy]

O-K-K-K

BME

O-K-K-K

G's up, this yo boy Lil' Scrappy

DJ Khaled, (Let Em' Kno) So get your G's up

[Chorus - Lil Scrappy]

You can be as fuckin real as you want

And hard as you will

But you will never be nothin like me

You can rock with the 12's in the trunk

Get so drunk

But you will never be nothin like me

You can go and fuck with a hoe

A pocket full of dough

But you will never be nothin like me

Yea yea you wanna act hard

I can tell in your eyes you will never be nothin like me

[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]

Born, Devil riches son the second

My daddy blessed me with a wonderful weapon

Hoes see me and they keep on stepin

So my momma took me to school taught me pimpin lessons

Oh, I kno you ain't tryin ta call your people

Cause I got people that'll sue your ego

Sum of em in the club with a desert eagle

U ain't gone win a fight unless you got it like we do

Equal, naw nigga we ain't equal

U said you pop cris they wouldn't believe u

Look at the time it's way past your curfew

I'm a back up cause I don't wanna hurt u

Aw man these niggas throwin bottles on the stage

I'm a still go out and rep the A

If you take it outside I'm a get the cake

Aye shorty I said get up out my face

But anyways

Ya'll niggas don't kno me, don't kno my name

Jus kno me by my fortune and fame

They want me to b humble shorty but I can't

Don't get all mushy eyed shorty let me explain

There's alot of mothafuckas out there that hate

I might catch a case cause I gotta gun on my waist

People out seein what kinda moves ya make

Scrapper get the hell away from a nigga that's fake, aye

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Lil Scrappy]

You say you hot but you ain't dat

Your shit weed, and my shit crack (damn)

If I rob you, I ain't givin that back

If I steal your girl shorty jus call me the mack, (scrap)

The Scrap

Show her P-I-M-P

If they hatin shorty then you need betta delivery

I'm from the A-Town, Southeast, Zone 3

If ya touch me then you get your ass beat

Some of ya'll lames ain't got enough on your track sheet

To clap me you gone need a crowd to see me

Look in the mirror I kno you wanna b me

Mad cause your girl on my dick like bologne

Look dude, I don't want you nowhere near me

I'm a real G nigga and that's clearly

If ya come around I'm a knock ya silly

If ya can't hear me then ya got to feel me (Yea)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Homeboy]

(What my name is?)

H-O-M-E boy

Through a microscope, you niggas can't see me-e boy

If you jump inside my body could'ntbe me-e boy

Bullets bust on sight so freely-e boy

I'm a monster, evil, Chucky me Freddy Krueger

Bitch nigga I will do ya, with 9 millimeter rueber

I'm hell on earth now that's what they told me

Hotter than the flames in hell, so hell could'nthold me

No man control me

Follow no one, I'm a leader

I'm Homeboy, Bitch I'm off the mothafuckin meter

Right now or tomorrow I'm a see ya when I see ya

Cock back and make me pop the lid off the pringles

C'mon, once I step outside of my zone

Bullets fly jus like that star wars attack of the clones

Listen up got some shit that'll part your hair round here

We from Georgia, it's the spot

We some bears down here

[Chorus]

Candy Paint lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Slim Thug, Trina & Chamillionare)

[Intro - Slim Thug]

Yeah

Slim Thugga (Thugga)

My nigga DJ Khaled huh

Huh MIA to H-town mothafackas

We ridin' candy

[Chorus x2 - Slim Thug]

Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em

Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Verse 1 - Slim Thug]

Slim Thugga

That candy paint shinin', 5th wheel reclinin'

Rollin' on 4s grippin' wood with the diamonds

Yella and white in my mouf, got em blindin'

If you lookin' fo Thugga,

I'll tell you where to find him

I'm MIA in that MIA,

Fuckin' with my nigga Khaled and that Cool and Dre

Tryna play it how they play, 24s on the dump

Sittin' high in the sky, lookin low at the pump

Got a trunk full of beat, and a freak in every seat

On my way from freeway to the presidential suite

And b you lookin' weak without chrome feet

And if you ain' got candy then yo ride ain' complete

We 100 cars deep, down on South Beach

And I ain' tryna leave till I got 2 a piece

At least, that's how the south bossput it down

You can find me in ya town, with the cleanest suck around

With the

[Chorus: x2]

Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em

Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Verse 2 - Trina]

Yep

Alot of people said that I would not last

Cuz I'ma Dade County off of 15th ave

You remember Mr. Wonderful, that's my dad

Kept my toes on marble flo's, swimmin' in cash

My mama name 'Nessa, taught me the game

16 ladies rollin with a fly ass chain

Use to ride through the city, in hollywood benz

God blees the dead, I'ma see you again

I was the baddest at the west, I'll take yo man

I sneak him into Strawberry's after pack jam

Or Miami Nights, at Miami nights

We was up all night, till they cut the street lights

But now I been crowned as the queen

M-I-YAYO home of the triple beam, ya' mean

DJ Khaled put it on

Diamond Princess, a star is born

I'm on my grown, yes

[Chorus: x2]

Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em

Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]

Yea, Yea, Yea What up Khaled

Ay, I'm pullin' up in somethin' you should take a picture of

Liftin' up the lambo do's, go and give yo chick a hug

Paint wetter than the suds in ya kitchen cuz

Larger than a dove, and it don't feel like O.J. Simpsons glove

Reincarnate Picaso out of the grave,

And still couldn't compete with the way my ride is sprayed

Rims stayin' on the run like a runaway slave

The top is chop-chop, like a summer day fade

Vallet be slippin' slidin' when they standin' by this caddy

My paint wet (yup) watch it do the trick daddy

Me and E got fly rides, if you want it then get at me

If it fit then I don't want em they suppose to fit barely

I made straight As in spanish Khaled they must have forgot though

(Khaled:How many cars Koopa?) Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Add another cuatro, I got another drop so

I'm buildin' a garage on top of the one I got (oh)

Tell the maker of the Chevy that I'm ridin' silly (silly)

Turn it up, heavy bass'll make it poppa willy

I know my cheese is at stake but I'm not from Philly

Jackers watchin', plottin', so Chamilly went and cop a milly

[Chorus: x2]

Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em

Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Outro - DJ Khaled]

DJ Khaled (Khaled)

Dade County to Houston connection right here (right here)

Slim Thug (Thug)

Trina

Chamillionaire

BD Gunz I see you

Fat what up

Oh yeah, It's that ride out music

You naw mean

Yea

Listennn [echos]

MIA lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne)

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

Until they re-build New Orleans

That's where I stay

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me

I'ma South Beach soulja, hold ya horses

Porsche's, Rolls, Royce's

De-cisions, choices, make 'em

Puerto Rican face, but her booty is Jamaican

Breasts Brazilian, she, talk familiar

Her look will hurtcha, her walk will kill ya

Now I'm with Khaled, he got me a mansion

How come every girl up in here look like an actress?

Baby girl, if i find my camera, I'll point that thing directly at ya

My wrist is a bitch and my neck, a bastard

I rap but I don't get paid like rapper's

I'm fresh, I'm cool, dapper

All white tennis shoes, look like napkins

I'm strapped, yup I keep that clappa

I point that thing directly at ya

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

Until they re-build New Orleans

That's where I stay

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me

Come tru ya town, ya know me, officer shot down

Hot girl l'wanna jump around for me sound

Fireman and burn the whole block down, say

Dontcha eva eva bring the fuck-boy around

Hustlin in the street, ya gotta make the cash money

Khaled lemme see ya workin for the Cash Money. ---- in 2007! god damn

Me so New Orleans, can't take that from me

But gangsta's don't die, they jus move to Miami

Yea, hop on the bike and peel

Come down Collins on one back wheel

Baby, I'm the hottest, and that's for real

Come to the condo, in ass and heels

Have a drink, have some pills

And make her think I'm Shaq O'Neal

If she won't tell, then I won't squeal

It's the sunshine state, and I'm glad I'm here

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

Until they re-build New Orleans

That's where I stay

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me

Okay we movin' baby

On our way to Little Haiti

I gotta chick with a baby

She cook curry-chicken and gravy

Lauderdale, hood as hell

But when I'm there, I'm good as well

Yeah, Dade County where you at?

Liberty City, and Opa Locka, in the back

Okay we movin' baby

On our way to Little Haiti

I gotta chick with a baby

She cook curry-chicken and gravy

Lauderdale, hood as hell

But when I'm there, I'm good as well

Yeah, Dade County where you at?

Liberty City, and Opa Locka, in the back

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

Until they re-build New Orleans

That's where I stay

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me

Where You At lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Freeway & Clipse)

Uh, yeah

Woo! Uh, it's going down, niggas!

Yes! Khaled! Free!

Uh, uh, uh

It's that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga

See them pussy niggas but you can't see me

I'm sunk in the seat

Clutch my hammer close, I'm controlling the V

And love the cities on both the coasts

But still repping the East, yeah

They like, "Freeway, where you been?"

In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki'

Tell me, how crooked is he?

The mayor gave him the key to the city

Then he turn around and flood the city with nickels

To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome

The mini-mansion, his home

If Khaled call my phone, I'm in the place to be

G4, the M-I, get high, float in the friendly sky

I'm that fly, tell my pilot the fourth

Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly

I kill the shit out a sixteen

Shit's mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I

Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I

Ship it out to Khaled and shoot a video for it, holla!

I'm from the East where them ARs shooting

Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record

Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving

Walk into yo' house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar

Can't forget the West, where them niggas be looting

Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record

And where you at, nigga? That's where you from, nigga

So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga

My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving

Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, "A-hallelujah!"

I'm on grind, all-time with the Ruger

And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but

I'm on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open

Can make it happen with rapping, I get my Ps and Qs in

I know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Robert smoking

I supply the addicts, they grab the baggage and keep it moving

Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen

Drop the lop look like the roof stolen, call the cops

He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the blocks

Run up on him, treat you like the drop, roof open

All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping

They be hoping that I'm slipping, I be praying that I'm not

Nigga, 'til then, I'm supplying the block

Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, nigga!

I'm from the East where them ARs shooting

Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record

Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving

Walk into yo' house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar

Can't forget the West, where them niggas be looting

Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record

And where you at, nigga? That's where you from, nigga

So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga

Yeah, yeah, check it, check it

95-South, homie, tell 'em I'm en route

And I ain't fronting nothing neither, that ain't what I'm 'bout

No doubt; from Virginia, where the drought never touch us

Them dopes in the pillows, the home of the couch-stuffers

Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers

And all the baddest bitches pretending that they love us

Fucking the soul out us, we call 'em the Golden-Mouthers

Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches

Send 'em to they spouses, we back in the street

Cooking up them ounces, from a quarter to a ki'

Call me Place-Your-Order P, c'est la vie

If you want it, know, I got it for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas!

We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them thangs, niggas

Million records sold and still them same niggas

Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures

Where I'm at, they measure worth by your figures, uh!

I'm from the East where them ARs shooting

Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record

Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving

Walk into yo' house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar

Can't forget the West, where them niggas be looting

Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record

And where you at, nigga? That's where you from, nigga

So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga

Still Fly lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Birdman & Chop)

[Talking:]

Yeah You Heard Me Nigger?

Hey C'mon

[Chorus:]

We Still Up In The Club Poppin' Bottles Like Bub

All The Girls Showin Us Love

We So Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

We Still Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

[x2]

{Yeah}

{Yeah Nigger}

[Verse 1:]

We Flew In Jets 'n G-4's

With The Chest On The Floor Nigger,

Blowing Out The Pound Nigger

Paper Chasing With This Money On My Mind Nigger

Going To The Club, Letting It Rain On These Hoes Nigger

And These Shoes That Be Cracking(?)A Style Nigger

Alligate A Style Nigger

2000 In Here Nigger

And My Shortie She Love Roberto Cavale Nigger

She Ride Real Fly Nigger

Fuck With Big Time Niggers And Yeah

I Say We Kept It In Boxes Nigger

We Know How To Get It Nigger

Know How To Spend It Nigger And Yeah

Cause Now Days We Got It Nigger

We Blowin It On Spinners Nigger

Rolling In A Bentley Nigger Yeah

We Let Em Shop Till They Pop Nigger

Pop Till They Drop Nigger

Tha's How We Do Em Nigger Bitch

We Get This Money Like It's Running

Cause These Hoes Keep It Coming Nigger

Tha's How We Do It Nigger

[Chorus]

{Yeah, Yeah Nigger Yeah}

[Verse 2:]

I Say We At It Again Nigger

We Back On The Ground

With Them Things Going For Ten Nigger And Yeah

The Homie Out From The Pen Nigger

Who Gave Me The Game

So I Took It In To Win Nigger And Yeah

We Hit The Club In The Benz Nigger

We Know About Them Hos And

We Know About They Friends Nigger And Yeah

We Pop One And We In Nigger

We Headed To The Tele

Then We Out In The Wind Nigger Shit

We Paper Chasing Again Nigger

That Pull Out The Folds Nigger,

Millionaire Ben Nigger And Shit

That's Where Atlanta Come In Nigger

The Wings Comin Out

When The Auto Come In Nigger And Yeah

On Stunner Holla We Get Down

We Blowing Out The Pound Nigger

Represent The Town Nigger And Shit

We World Wide We Get Down

We Pitching Off The Mound

Got The Game Off The Ground Nigger

[Chorus]

{Yeah, Put It In Here Boy, Nigger}

[Verse 3:]

Look We Poppin Bottles In Here Nigger

It's 4 In The Morning

And Them Hoes Still In Here And Shit

We Brought The Tables For Later Friends (?)

We Burned Mans Down (?) And

We G'ed Up In Here And Nigger

We Know The Game Of Hustle Nigger

We Stay On The Grind Nigger

And Its Up New Every Year And Yeah

Like Big G And Derrick Did

And I'm A 2 Stunner

Ima Shine For Em Every Year And Shit

I Know Some Heshews And Dred Nigger(?)

With Haters That Peg Nigger

That Know About The Cash Flow And Nigger

We Big Timers In Fast Lane

We're A Neighborhood Gang Nigger

And Know How To Get Dough And Nigger

We Do It Big In The Range Nigger

We Rockin It Blend Nigger

And Everyday Blowing Dro And Yeah

I Smack A Bitch With Some Change Nigger

From Spittin The Game Nigger

With 10 G's On The Low

[Chorus]

[Out:]

Picture In My Step In All Whites

In The Club Tonight

Of This We Gon Fight

Cause I'm Full Of That Purple And Lean

If You Went From My Section You Ain't Coming In Between

I'm So Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

I'm So Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

[x2]

[Over The Second Time:]

{Yeah Nigger}

{That's How We Do It In The Club Nigger}

{We Buy The Whole Table Nigger}

{We Buy The Bottles Whole Set Up Nigger}

{And No Line Waiting Nigger}

{We Vi People Nigger}

{You Feel Me Nigger}

{That's How The Game Been Laced Nigger}

{And That's How We Lace The Game Nigger}

{So If Your Eyes Watching Nigger}

{You Know How Get Down Nigger}

{I Brought The Bling In To The Game Nigger}

{I Brought The Chrome To The Game Nigger}

{You Understand What That Did?}

{We On The Grind Nigger, We On The Grind}

{It's Our Muscle That's Gon Shine}

{You Heard Me?}

{Yeah Hey Nigger Tell That Ho To Move Over Nigger}

{She Ain't Got No B'ness Sittin Right There Nigger}

Movement lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Dre)

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, this is the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, it's the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Chevy sittin on some big rims, ride with me

My wrist so steady, try to take it, can't with me

I'm Dre, don't give a fuck who your clique is

We need to find out where the fuck your bitch is

I got cribs out of state

Tell the chef fix the plate, that be something

Buddy, what you think this is, a fuckin game?

Let me tell you what you is, a fuckin lame

And I'm a G, go tell your partners

Designer jeans, I wear them often

I bought them cheap, about that profit

You fuck with me, end up in the coffin

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, this is the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, it's the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Brr, Brr, cellphone, it won't quit

Renisonts man, I be on some old shit

In a new whip, bumpin throwbacks

Color me bad, Neno Brown and Gold Jack

Rep Miami, we did it, put all your hope in me

I'm exactly what real niggas is supposed to be

Not the Dr. but it's still Dre

When I be in New York, I tell them I know Jay

You gotta deal with Dre

Bitches love Dre

When you see Dre, what you see is great

No Wilma, no Catrina, no hurricane

Compared to when I blow rappers hands off, I'm rapping soft

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, this is the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, it's the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

I keep my paper straight stackin, and them birds I'm packin

They can't see my mansions, so I give them some glasses

I got a penchant for slanging pies, turn me up, bump me louder

Beat like the lotto, but niggas don't wanna battle

Imma tell ya like a nigga told me

Don't be dissing on no record, go and see me like a G

Your lil lady loves me

What you talkin bout?

Take a trip to A Town, blow your fuckin brains out

I'm with my bro Cool, run with young fools

Stay with work, feeling like I'm on the move

I ain't hard to find, you can smell the dro

We don't fuck with no basic hoes

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, this is the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, it's the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

The Future Of Dade lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Brisco, Dirty Red, Dela, Lunch Money, Co, Hennessy & P.M.)

[Hennessy & P.M.:]

I done got all my gold chains back

Too hard to go soft

I'm fofilling my wishes, I got swag

They always say I'm losing my britches

I'm from the hood, so whatever ever happen I'm with it

DOE til I die, I got BIEs, for the low coming, see that cheese

You might be the police

So I don't give niggas convo

Talk shit, and choppers aming at your ass pronto

[Brisco:]

I'm Brisco, what it be like?

A whole 5 star general, nigga, I been tight

Class gon hurt for these niggas

You don't need another case, let me murk these niggas

Fuck around and lose a loved one, got Khaled [?] connections with them [?]

Those cartell pieces

Robbing all your carots

We the mafia, cut that cheque

This just the politics, dog

Now Imma pass it over to my nigga Lunchmoney

[Lunchmoney:]

Fuck all you haters, we gon do it major

For all that green paper

[?] by Jacob

He ain't nothing but a hater

These goons do it major

[Dirty Red:]

Khaled, let me get them

I done came from nothing

Only a buck 65, took the game through muscle

I done got it on the block, they don't oh me nothing

Imma teach ya bout flawsing and stunting

I'm from the trap, boy

Can't believe everything you see on the TV

These niggas get out of line, burn quicker than CDs

Ain't never been friendly, ain't feeling these old bees

Don't fit in the hood with the thugs and OGs

They tell me thug niggas don't live long

So I bring that thing with me when I leave home

Watch your mouth, loose lips make your ship sink

Niggas talk shit, but when it's time, can't stand in the paint

Dirty Red, you understand what my name mean?

I'm excepted in the game, it changed me

Make money, but the money don't make me

I'm too real, I'm what these other niggas can't be

[Lunchmoney:]

Fuck all you haters, we gon do it major

For all that green paper

[?] by Jacob

He ain't nothing but a hater

These goons do it major

DJ Khaled other songs:

 

3 Kings lyrics - Yo Gotti, Fabolous & DJ Khaled

[DJ Khaled:]

3 Kings, Roc Nation, King Talk

[Yo Gotti:]

Ya

We'll never forget these days

Ay

I'm wrapping gifts like it's Christmas

Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Don't miss us)

We wrapping gifts like it's Christmas (I am)

Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Miss us)

White Lambo with the bow on it

Traphouse with the mistletoe on it

[?] the good days (Good days)

Until the Grinch come and take the toys away (Ah)

Before Jeezy I had a snowman

And we got toys from the dopeman

You bought your girl a purse, I bought mine a business

Got a queen lil' homie I'm on some king ish

On the first day of Christmas my plug gave to me

A whole sledge of snow so the whole hood can eat

A 40mm and a championship ring

The real Roc Nation cause we all 3 Kings

[DJ Khaled (Yo Gotti):]

Never lose faith, never lose hope

(Ay Merry Christmas to the whole hood, worldwide)

King Talk, Roc Nation

[Yo Gotti:]

Ay

I'm wrapping gifts like it's Christmas

Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Don't miss us)

We wrapping gifts like it's Christmas (I am)

Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Miss us)

[Fabolous:]

She gave it to me like the box was a gift

I'm from where the toys on a list is a Glock or a fifth

If you tryna light up tree I know the block with the piff

Rudolf want a red nose I know the block with the sniff

I know some Dominicans on Saint Nick (Dimelo)

No Ingles just been Franklins

Sent my nigga North but he ain't flipped

You always see the true colors when the paint chips

Came home the 25th [?] balling

Free throws falling

AND1, three hoes calling

Y'all sing like Carols but we don't snitch

Streets cold it's December keep your heat on bitch

Got the Jordans in the cherry

Ultimately

Them 11's got the whole hood going crazy

Yeah Paper Plane snap, with the family on the side

That's 'cause it's Roc Nation and the family on this side

Ya heard

[DJ Khaled:]

It's a cold world, bundle up

So make shit last for a chinchilla for Christmas

[?]

[Yo Gotti:]

And it's snowing outside (Ya)

Kids happy, you can see the joy in their eyes

Whole hood turnt, got bikes to ride

Ain't another day like Christmas time (Christmas)

I'm wrapping gifts like it's Christmas

Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Don't miss us)

We wrapping gifts like it's Christmas (I am)

Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us

Don't miss us

[Fabolous:]

Yeah

Ay I bought my lady the Ghost for Christmas

It was too big to put under the tree so

We had to put it on a tree outside

Facts!

[DJ Khaled:]

We The Best, CMG, the family

It's Roc Nation, King Talk

All I Do Is Win (Remix) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Nicki Minaj, Rick Ross, Busta Rhymes, Diddy, Fabolous, Jadakiss, Fat Joe, Swizz Beatz, T-Pain)

[Chorus: T-Pain]

All I do is win, win, win, no matter what

Got money on my mind I can never get enough

Whenever me and Khaled do the remix everybody's hands go up

And they stay there

And they stay yea

And they stay there

Up, down, up, down, up, down

Cause all I do is win, win, win

And if you going in put your hands in the air make em stay there

[DJ Khaled:]

Sittin' on the top floor, what you think I'm hot for

Every summer drop more, hits to make my stock go, up

Them hands go, up; them fans go, up

I'm number one in this bitch and I'ma, stay there

We the best of the best, grind while you haters just sleep

I'm yellin' "free Weezy", I rep the heart of the streets

Who hotter than me, I'm wearin' the crown

We can't stop, won't stop; go hate on me now

[Rick Ross:]

I could never get enough when it come to gettin' fetti

Niggas ain't ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti

Mario Andretti, money comin' fast

My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass

I could never be a racist

Wake up every morning just to count white faces, Neo in the Matrix

Glorious as Morpheus, employed all warriors

I'm mean as a scorpion, Dr. Kevorkian

[Busta Rhymes:]

Everytime I come you gotta know a nigga comin'

Get a lot of money when I'm in the buildin'

And I come and say there ain't motherfucker money better, better, better, better!

Uh-huh, Okay

Niggas know I got you when I hit you with the pitter-patter

Whenever they see me then you hear a lot of chitter-chatter

Niggas know there ain't nobody better, better, better, better!

I watch a lot of niggas when I'm in the cut

So sick when I come and hit 'em in the gut

You will crown me king (no matter what!)

(Kill 'em!)

Ok, let's shine my friend

Get up on my grind again

Some niggas will be happy that I chose to rhyme with them cause

[Chorus]

[Diddy:]

Her heart racing like she snort cocaine

I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name

Got the most paper Mr. New York Times

I'm a natural born winner nigga New York mines

Everybody getting money but I cop the first six

Now I run the game so I toss the first pitch

Yea, I'll let you wife her but she still my first bitch

If it's less then nine digits nigga, that ain't fuckin' rich mother fucker

[Nicki Minaj:]

Ayo, all I do is win, ain't that the reason that you really mad

Undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad

I ain't mad ma, see you on your bummy swag

I'm in that money green Jag, lot of money bags

I told Khaled you the best but I'm the bestest

Better run for cover if your name is on my checklist

You could talk slick, all the way down to the welfare

Ask the IRS bitch, I'm paying for your health care

[Fabolous:]

I'ma make this here official, Let me clear some issues

First off I am not for Britney Spears initials

Thats no B-S, at your re-quest

Lean back you and your crew, Fat Joe, T-S

Yea it's Young Funeral, all black on me

So act like summers over and fall back homey

Winnin' is all I do, I'll answer all of you

But y'all ain't sayin' shit, like prank callers do

[Chorus]

[Jadakiss:]

It's already proven, I got them birds movin'

All I do is win, I'm allergic to losin'

Yellow gold cuban, nine mil Ruger

I'll show you what to do with em

Finish em, I'm through with em

They gon have to jump me, it's gon take a few of em

They don't want no problems, they might end up suing em

Disassociate yourself, have nothing to do with em

We already got a jet, we tryna get two of em

[Fat Joe:]

Just blew trial, crack lobsters Little Italy

Your wife she a screamer yellin' slow down Joe, you killin' me

Beat her like a prize fight mommy I’m a rude boy

You just hit the Power Ball, everyday a new toy

Nigga it’s a stick up, a motherfuckin' robbery

I done did some things that have Haitian Jack proud of me

Ridin' through Harlem me and Jeezy pardon me

Puffy surfin' on the hood for niggas that keep doubtin' me

[Chorus]

All My Life lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Akon, Shyne & Mavado)

They wanna live my life

They wanna walk in my shoes

They have no idea

All my life

I've always been told

You gotta be prepared 'cause the world is so cold

It's lonely at the top 'cause the bottom gets old

Never listen to 'em just go for what you know, yea

All my life they told me stop tryin

I never been the one to not go and get mine

I never been the one to not put it on the line

And I'm a be this way all my life, yea

All my life...

(I take you to the gully streets,

With the gully god... Mavado get 'em)

[Mavado:]

These streets is like a jungle and we're like the lion

Many of times me haffi strap with me iron

Never scared, never fret

Gangsta for life til my last breath

Momma even if dem kill me don't cry

I'm a gangsta for life, I was prepared to die

I'm a die rich, never die poor

Mansions in the sky, no more sleeping on the floor

All my life

I've always been told

You gotta be prepared 'cause the world is so cold

It's lonely at the top 'cause the bottom gets old

Never listen to 'em just go for what you know (yeah)

All my life they told me stop tryin

I never been the one to not go and get mine

I never been the one to not put it on the line

And I'm a be this way all my life (yeah)

All my life...

(From the streets of New York,

Where the streets don't sleep... Shyne get 'em)

[Shyne:]

All my life

I been rollin with the B's and the C's, 13's and the kings

They greens in the pen

Steady duckin the police, ain't a friend

Til they take me to hang and they fill me with lead

Like Fred Hampton for the people I bang

Til it come to an end I be bleeding in red

I live the story that you read in the Feds

Daddy wasn't there but my momma was a gen

But I ain't trippin though

That's how I kill a foe

We gon get it straight so tell me what it's hittin for

And if you didn't know

I really live the low

I got the O's and the Yo

Screamin really though

All my life

I've always been told

You gotta be prepared 'cause the world is so cold

It's lonely at the top 'cause the bottom gets old

Never listen to 'em just go for what you know (yeah)

All my life they told me stop tryin

I never been the one to not go and get mine

I never been the one to not put it on the line

And I'm a be this way

(All my life... Shyne get 'em)

[Shyne:]

All my life I've been sufferin

Steady strugglin

I run the streets where they screen for the government

Harry Cumberland coming from the cold

Got it like I'm Sutherland, but this ain't 24

This a ode for the O's and the Loc's

Partna's and the cookers doin life on the road

Long as you know you a part of Po

Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone

I spit the gully rap, I spend the bloody cash

I'm the shotta word to papa, where the money at?

I'm from the gully jack, where we bury rats

Ain't nothin funny, put a bullet in ya skully cap

All my life

I've always been told

You gotta be prepared 'cause the world is so cold

It's lonely at the top 'cause the bottom gets old

Never listen to 'em just go for what you know (yeah)

All my life they told me stop tryin

I never been the one to not go and get mine

I never been the one to not put it on the line

And I'm a be this way all my life (yeah)

All my life...

Born Leader lyrics - Stig Da Artist, DJ Khaled & DaVido

[DJ Khaled:]

Belize to the world

Ayo Shawn, bless up

Ayo Stig, [?], Davido

We not follow your lead

DJ Khaled, another one

[Stig Da Artist:]

Though we caught up in the way of love

We both know we can't get enough

You have been on my mind and I have been on your mind

We both know it's truth, but it's worth than too much fight

I have been waiting on a call, or maybe even a text

Never thought the day will come back

I said that the mission we had is expired

This is how it goes, you pum pum make your body loose

Good pum pum better than [?]

This is not me talking am just a nobody

Though we caught up in the way of love

We both know we can't get enough

Say she nah go call, well me nah go call either

Me no fall about the pussy, man a born leader

Say she nah go call, well me nah go call either

Me no fall about the pussy, man a born leader

Say she nah go call, well me nah go call either

Me no fall about the pussy, man a born leader

[DaVido:]

Wait, lemme have a word with you

High heels on, and you standing on the furniture

Come on, you can meet me at the corridor

So long, you got the waiting I have been falling for you

Baby, give me answer

You dey make me halla

Am all up in your matter

Baby, shake it faster

I want to know if you coming with daddy

I want to know if it's your natural body

I want to know that you know that you are nasty

I want to know if you got the WAP like Cardi

I want to know if you coming with daddy

I want to know if it's your natural body

I want to know that you know that you are nasty

I want to know if you got the WAP like Cardi

[Stig Da Artist:]

Though we caught up in the way of love

We both know we can't get enough

Say she nah go call, well me nah go call either

Me no fall about the pussy, man a born leader

Say she nah go call, well me nah go call either

Me no fall about the pussy, man a born leader

Say she nah go call, well me nah go call either

Me no fall about the pussy, man a born leader

You have been on my mind

Maybe it's the weed, maybe am just horny

Can do it on a week, maybe am in love

Baby, you should leave

Maybe I should bring out your phone, then I answer

Mami have it back to back, with a new man friend

We got some unfinished business to deal with

Baby, I love you, you know it's no secret

I have been waiting on a call, or maybe even a text

Never thought the day will come back

I said that the mission we had is expired

This is how it goes, you pum pum make your body loose

Good pum pum better than [?]

This is not me talking am just a nobody

This is how it goes, you pum pum make your body loose

Good pum pum better than [?]

This is not me talking am just a nobody

Though we caught up in the way of love

We both know we can't get enough

Say she nah go call, well me nah go call either

Me no fall about the pussy, man a born leader

Say she nah go call, well me nah go call either

Me no fall about the pussy, man a born leader

Say she nah go call, well me nah go call either

Me no fall about the pussy, man a born leader

[DJ Khaled:]

Belize to the world

Stig, Davido

Borracho lyrics - Sech & DJ Khaled

Ayo, Sech

There's so many beautiful ladies out here (We The Best Music)

But that one

Borracho de tu amor (Another one)

Un fin de semana sin ti no tiene fin

Ahora que no estás, no encuentro mi gin (DJ Khaled)

Aunque esté triste, prefiero salir

Pa' ver si me encuentro conmigo y me olvido de ti (Let's ride)

Me meto unos tragos pa' que esto se me olvide

Pero cuando estoy borracho le pido a Dios que te cuide

Bebé, el tiempo es corto y digo que la vida sigue

Pero es cuando estoy borracho

Cuando estoy borracho

Me meto unos tragos pa' que esto se me olvide

Pero cuando estoy borracho le pido a Dios que te cuide

Bebé, el tiempo es corto y digo que la vida sigue

Pero es cuando estoy borracho

Cuando estoy borracho

Borracho te llamo pa' ver

Pa' ver si me contesta' otra vez

Pa' ver si otro te dice bebé

Y si es así, yo me pongo a beber

Cuando estoy borracho te llamo pa' ver, eh

Pa' ver si me contesta' otra vez, eh

Pa' ver si otro te dice bebé

Y si es así, yo me pongo a beber

Ay, dime cómo bajo las emociones

Soy fuerte como tú, en ocasiones

El problema es cuando ponen las canciones

Que en nuestra relación hicimos mucha' relaciones

Después no digas que lo nuestro lo dejé tirao

Más adelante cuando el phone yo lo tenga apagao

No estás aquí, pero hablas de mí en otro lao

Lo nuestro no era firme y yo nunca me he virao

Me meto unos tragos pa' que esto se me olvide

Pero cuando estoy borracho le pido a Dios que te cuide

Bebé, el tiempo es corto y digo que la vida sigue

Pero es cuando estoy borracho

Cuando estoy borracho

Me meto unos tragos pa' que esto se me olvide

Pero cuando estoy borracho le pido a Dios que te cuide

Bebé, el tiempo es corto y digo que la vida sigue

Pero es cuando estoy borracho

Cuando estoy borracho

Borracho si acaso te puse los cachos

No me dedicas tiempo, me dedicas los captions

Con otra gallery hice un video a reaction

Contigo no me río, hasta parezco bocacho

P-A-L, pa'l carajo por siete

Si tienes mi número, el de call no lo aprietes

Aunque seas lotería, no compro el billete

Y si la libertad e' contigo, me dejo el grillete

Solo cuando estoy borracho

Solo cuando estoy borracho

Cerebro

Solo cuando estoy borracho

Jhon El Diver

Solo es cuando estoy borracho

Dímelo Flow

Ey, B

Rike Music

(Me meto unos tragos pa' que esto se me olvide

Pero cuando estoy borracho le pido a Dios que te cuide)

(Rich Music)

Cocaine Cowboy lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Akon)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

We the best

DJ Khaled

We global

We the greatest

Let's go

Ayo joc got us

Akon

Konvict music

This is? live

[Chorus: Akon]

Watch yourself or get tookout

This world ain't safe

Anyday this might be your last day

As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

And the cops on the lookout

Each n every day

Workin with dem snitches

Endin' up another raid

On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

[Verse 1: Akon]

Some stone cold killers

With a pocket full of triggers

Here to terrorize your town boy

Considered to be the realist

Of all the other dealers

He's a cocaine cowboy

See they causin' a lot of havic

In movin a lot of traffic

From the white to the brown boy

N they willin' to get down

Put you up in the crown

Where you can't be found boy

Just so you know they will

Connect that n they won't be disrespected

Movin things by the pound boy

So if you want it you get get it

Just be heading south bound n

[Chorus: Akon]

Watch yourself or get tookout

This world ain't safe

Anyday this might be your last day

As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

And the cops on the lookout

Each n every day

Workin with dem snitches

Endin' up another raid

On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

[Verse 2: Akon]

N if your lookin out you might

See em creepin round your way

Steady spreadin it around boy

N before you know it

Whole nieghborhood got j's

Searchin round for that cowboy

They gon get it, it's? waitin

For his share boats rockin by

The docks filled with hundred

Dollar bills bout to be there

Livin right across the water to

His place straight to a cowboy

N unload it on the spot

Pay a couple? just to watch

[?] keep it movin cause they

Ain't got time on the clock

All it takes is one fuck up

Somebody gets popped

[Chorus: Akon]

Watch yourself or get tookout

This world ain't safe

Anyday this might be your last day

As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

And the cops on the lookout

Each n every day

Workin with dem snitches

Endin' up another raid

On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

Dientes lyrics - J Balvin, USHER & DJ Khaled

Peace hood, latinos (Latinos)

Let's go (Let's go)

DJ Khaled

Yeah

Mami got me like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"

We the best

Yeah

El ambiente está sintiendo, sintiéndose, y yo viéndote

Mi mente desvistiéndote y viendo que la estás rompiendo, pues

Te vo' a llevar de viaje, pasaje pa' España o pa' Londres, ¿en dónde te escondes?

Pa' que regrese sonrisa de porce', dale, sonríe, dale, confíe

El cora' frío, los rubíes, los VVS

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

I was flyin' up high in the private in it, two pilots

Balsamic all in it, big salads (Yeah)

Wonderin', when you score is when they all sit back (Huh?)

I guess that's when they all get it, head pivot

Biggest question, why she not back? (Why?)

First thing we talkin' 'bout when she get back (Yeah)

If she got a couple bad bitches in the room (Woo)

And they askin', "Where the heat at?"

I would rather not explain it to her

I'm a nine times out of ten, my position is to go with my first

Never disposition, overreact

Get 'em in position and give 'em feedback (Yeah)

But my honest is the honest truth to never, never be fair

Let's go

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Yo no me quedo atrás, yo no me quedo atrás

Si te pones freaky, suelta, conmigo te va' (Mmm)

Conmigo te va

Los dos estamo' en alta, baby, no pasa na' (Mmm)

No pasa na'

Hoy na' se queda a mitad

Y si tú me perreas, te sigo la máquina, máquina

Tú y yo tenemo' algo pendiente

Tú llegaste y cambió el ambiente

Todos te miran, la disco oscura y tú brillas

Tú estás en la tuya y yo en la mía

Hoy sí que tú llegas amanecida

Leggo

E-e-e-e-enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los dientes, dientes, dientes, dientes

Enséñame los-

I Believe lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Demi Lovato)

(from "A Wrinkle In Time" soundtrack)

[Demi Lovato & DJ Khaled:]

Ooh, yeah

Another one

Ooh, yeah

DJ Khaled

[Demi Lovato:]

Some people stand, some people move

Tough times don't last, but tough people do

As long as you've got hope, you'll find your way

There's power in the thoughts that you think, there's power in the words you say

Like I can, I can, I will, I will

I am, I am, no fear, no fear

Today, I saw a rainbow in the rain

It told me I can do anything

If I believe, I believe, I believe in me

I believe, I believe, I believe in me

Ooh, yeah

Ooh

I got the light, inside of me

And I've got no choice, but to let it breathe

As long as there is love, I can make it anywhere I go

If I follow my dreams, I'll end up building a yellow brick road

Like I can, I can, I will, I will

I am, I am, no fear, no fear

Today, I saw a rainbow in the rain

It told me I can do anything

If I believe, I believe, I believe in me

I believe, I believe, I believe in me

[Demi Lovato & DJ Khaled:]

I'm living my best life

I am a flower that's blooming, like roses in spring

Living my best life

I am wearing a crown that's only fit for a queen

I'm glorious, victorious

A warrior

Let's ride

[Demi Lovato:]

Today, today, I saw a rainbow in the rain, in the rain

It told me I can do anything

If I believe, I believe, I believe in me (I believe)

I believe, I believe, I believe in me (I believe)

[DJ Khaled & Demi Lovato:]

When times got hard, I went harder

Ooh, yeah

The best thing I ever did was believe in me

I believe

[Demi Lovato:]

Today, I saw a rainbow in the rain, in the rain

It told me I can do anything

If I believe, I believe, I believe in me

I believe, I believe, I believe in me

[DJ Khaled:]

To succeed, you must believe

We the best music

I believe

Another one

A Wrinkle In Time

I'm So Hood (Remix) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy, Ludacris, Lil Wayne & others)

DJ Khaled

We the best

Who

We nigga

We the best

This the remix

The I'm so hood remix

I'm making movies

[T-Pain]

I'm so Hood

Remix

Yeah,I wear my pants below my waist (we always gonna be the best)

And I never dance when I'm in this place

Because you and your man is planning to hate (I run this man)

I'm so hood

And I got these gold up in my mouth

If you get closer to my house

Then you'll know what I'm talking about (I make hit records this is what I do)

(I'm of the) hood (This the remix)

And if you feel me put your hands up Hood (put em up, put em up, put em up)

My hood niggas can you feel me (I gave you we taking over)

I'm so hood

And It you're not from here you can walk it out

And you not Hood if you don't know what I'm talking about

I'm so Hood (hey young jeezy)

(you got me we run this man we run this)

[Verse 1 (Young Jeezy)]

I'm so h to the double-o d

Got all this god damn money on me

Pockets so fat it don't make no sense

Whips so clean don't need no tints

Watch so bright I don't need no light

And no where word don't need no mic

Niggas like Young what you get for show?

Tell em same shit I used to get for the blow

Send 'em on the road nigga what I got to lose

Put em in the vans i ain't talkin' about the shoes

Do the speed limit nigga watch out for the lights

Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes

Seventeen five yeah nigga I said it

Seventeen five yeah nigga yeah I meant it

And when we do it bad and when we do it good

I'm so I'm so I'm so mother fucking hood

[Verse 2 (Ludacris)]

Everybody come equipped with bangas

Throwing up our middle fangas

And you know I don't slip so I gotta keep 10 in the clip and 1 the chambers

Better be walking with angels

And never take candy from strangers

Luda's dressed in stripes had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals

I'm in the zone homes going for the two point conversion

I'm so hood that Ludacris should have been on the original version

But this is the remix

With the cheap tricks

Hitting sweet licks

And I cut the braids off with the waves and the fade that will make you sea sick

See this is the way that we ball

And this is the way we roll

So put a fist in the air if you care

United we stand and divided we fall

When the south is in the house you better watch your mouth

Cause we on that hood shit I'm hood rich

Coming around your hood bitch

I swear I'm so..

[Chorus T-Pain (Busta Rhymes)]

I'm so hood (remix)

And if you feel me put your hands up

Hood

My hood niggas can you stand up

(I'm so hood)

And if you ain't from here you can walk it out (the king of the streets and the gods of the

hood)

You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Busta bust bitches)

I'm so hood

[Verse 3 Busta Rhymes]

See all i know is that i got to get my money

Again and again

top down

Let the money blow in the wind

with bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat

Where the doo be wrapped head full of bobby pins

You know I keep the thing when i walk

see the dialect

Different from the slang of my talk

Baby still living got a crack in front of another bad bitch that will

Boost for the spot

I'm used to leaving the strip last

Hustling until the sun comes up getting cash

So much bread in all of my coat pockets

It looks like a nigga got hips with an ass

And from the DNA in my blood

Niggas idolize me and

Try to do what I does

And if the other nigga ain't really from the hood

You can easily die

tell who that fake nigga was (Hood)

And even though I split a little rap

Got Niggas in the hood trying to sell the most crack

Violator, i send a nigga to do it just to make you spend a lot of money just to get your shit

back

You all niggas know where I'm from

And I rep it to the fullest until the day that I'm done

So hood where we live where my niggas sold drugs and they rich

and my niggas ride in the sun

[Verse 4 (Big Boi)]

daddy fat sacks

So hood like the Cadillac

On the mint full of my balance

Call an ambulance

To come and pick his ass up because a nigga never had a chance

They try to dance with a devil in the pale moonlight

Advance on the level that they can't do right

Lay hands on a fellow like the man in blue lights

Woop, woop

Do it twice

You're boy the B - I - G

I'm nicer than MC in your top three

You cocky?

I cock, Squeeze

Bust them things not you sloppy

Speed it up,slow it down,then screw it

Don't bite the flow because I got that blew it

Run through the crew or some whole other new shit

Newness bitch we do this

[Chorus T-Pain (Lil Wayne)]

I'm so hood (remix)

And if you feel me put your hands up

Hood

My hood niggas can you feel me I'm so hood

And if you ain't from here you can walk it out (up out)

You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Weezy)

I'm so hood

[Verse 5 (Lil Wayne)]

I'm so Holligrove, New Orleans

Lilweezyana

home sweet home depot

you will need a hammer

it go down like Frasier

I ain't talking Kelsey grammer

I be shitting on your boys I need an alka-seltzer sandwich

Since I heard Plies I done brought the phantom back

Went and got me a 52 inch

Maybach

I'm eating like a big dog

I'm so full, I'm so good

I'm so straight, you so fake

I'm so real

I'm so hood

[Verse 6 (Fat Joe)]

Yeah nigga

Welcome to the crack house

I should own a McDonald's

The way I bring the mac's out

I'm from the hood where every nigga lies

Flip a couple grand

they tell you the baking pies shit

Still got my name carved in that Central Booking

Gave that pussy a scar and told her good lookin'

You're a crack baby that means your momma paid me

You can't even blame me that's what the hood made me

[Verse 7 (Baby)]

Martin Luther King (MLK)

Callio, Magnolia, Melphimine

Gettin that Money with a triple beam

See rattle cry your Josephine

Saints is my team

that's what we breathe nigga

that's how we eat

get this money on the streets nigga

V L my street blood

5 star G blood

Fly as a bird

Got these eagles on my seat blood

Then hit back where I stay

Third war we get that cake

Thirteen is where I lay

shots out to MIA

[Verse 8 (Rick Ross)]

More money more problems

Don't call me conceited

Just call me the boss

Always got what you needed

M.I.yayo so hot

But my neck got the fever

If you sneeze you get shot

Gun play make him believe us

I just bought me a ranch

Watch the hundred stacks

No those ain't Rolex diamonds

What you done to that?

You fools for gazing

My fools from Haiti

I move some daily

It's a movie baby

Hood

Important lyrics - DJ Khaled & Lil Blurry

[DJ Khaled:]

Ayo Lil Blurry

I got an important message for you

They gon' hate on you

When you're winning and you're blessed they're gonna always hate on you

[Lil Blurry:]

They said I'm not important, now I'm lowkey going touring

I've been getting all this money, all these haters looking funny

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they doubted on my name

Now I'm in that new Bugatti and you know I'm switching lanes

Little Blurry, but I got that cash

I'ma go get my money, I'ma get my racks

Yeah I get all my money and I get my stacks

I'ma spend that money, but I'll get it back

When I was in school, and now I make more than my teachers

They hated me, but now my face be on they t-shirts

I was so dumb and I was getting everything wrong

Nice I'm spending my money on nice stuff and Louis Vuitton

Yeah, they hated on me, they said I'm trash

I'ma get my money and I'm gonna flip it back

If you talkin' crazy, I'ma go and get my rack

They hated on me, yeah, they said that I was trash, yeah

They said I'm not important, now I'm lowkey going touring

I've been getting all this money, all these haters looking funny

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they doubted on my name

Now I'm in that new Bugatti and you know I'm switching lanes

[DJ Khaled:]

They don't want us to win, so we all win so amazingly

Lil Blurry, I see your vision, your visions clear

Suicidal Thoughts (Remix) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado, French Montana & Ace Hood)

[Intro: Mavado (DJ Khaled) {French Montana}]

AHHH!!! (This the remix! Suicidal remix!!!!) AHHH!!!

(Mavado!) Yeah! (French Montana!) {Montana!} (Ace Hood!)

Gully God!!! (This the worldwide remix!!!) From Kingston!

(Kingston Jamaica! Palestine! Morocco! We worldwide with this!)

(It's DJ Khaled! The streets greatest hits!) {HA!}

('Cause We The Best music! Bow down!)

[Chorus: Mavado (French Montana)]

So suicidal! First they ever seen this!

Gangsta for life! The realest!!!

So suiciddddeeeee!!!! First they ever seen this!

Gangsta for life! (HA!) The Realest!

[Verse 1: French Montana]

Realest in the game, silly with the aim (HA!)

Nigga fly to death, kill me on the plane (WOO!)

I did it for my town and I ain't do it for the bread

It ain't about nigga heavy is the head (HA!)

I see my dreams fade like Fat Joe's weight

It was hard in them back blocks, dark for the have nots (HA!)

My homey turned a hundred grand twenty five bricks (P!)

'Caught doin a hundred gave him twenty five

Shit! Fuck boys now ring from your do' step (HA!)

I seen niggas hang it up, cold check (AH!)

Shorty said what's in the dark come to light

Tell that bitch pay her light bill (HA!) My life real

(MONTANA!!!!)

[Chorus: Mavado]

So suicidal! First they ever seen this!

Gangsta for life! The realest!!!

So suiciddddeeeee!!!! First they ever seen this!

Gangsta for life! The Realest! (WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!)

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

I'm the flyest I suppose, suicide flows

Lambo wide invented doors suicide doors

Kill 'em with the swag in some shit you can't afford

From '98 Accords to chorus on billboards

No more shoppin in stores it's meetings with Tom Ford

Pretty women on board your bored they so adored

Gangstas to the core put four g's out on the porch

Know some jamaican killers with choppers and C4

Yeah we are the hottest like satan my correspondent

Yeah I know the pilot the meanin of flyin private

Yeah a nigga shinin my presidential with diamonds

Call that my Obama, pistol for mo' drama whoa!

[Chorus: Mavado]

So suicidal! First they ever seen this!

Gangsta for life! The realest!!!

So suiciddddeeeee!!!! First they ever seen this!

Gangsta for life! The Realest!

[Verse 3: Mavado]

God if your with me! Show the lighters let me know!

Lighters let me know! You know!

Hands in the sky if your with me! It's the Gullyside life you know!

You know! You know!

Real niggas on di corna, catch me if you can

AK, with the clip the banana

You don't wanna fuck around I will bring ya drama

Hot like a sauna middle east Osama

(OH OH OH!!!) Only if your realer with me!

Suicide on dead road!

No mercy on the streets! Incase you never know

[Chorus: Mavado]

So suicidal! First they ever seen this!

Gangsta for life! The realest!!!

So suiciddddeeeee!!!! First they ever seen this!

Gangsta for life! The Realest!

Sunshine (The Light) lyrics - Fat Joe, DJ Khaled & Amorphous

(Cool N Dre)

It's 2021

Time to bring the light in

We gon' bring the light in, you know?

DJ Khaled, I see you

Cool N Dre, I see you

Pristine jewelers in the building

L Boogie, Lorena, Terell, the flyest

Let's get it

Kiss it, kiss it better, baby

Been waitin' on that sunshine, boy

I think I need that back

Can't do it like that

No one else gon' get it like that

So why argue? You yell, but you take me back

Who cares, when it feels like crack? (Uh)

Boy, ya know that you always do it right (Yeah)

She want that old thing back

Pretty young thing want that old G crack

Straight savage when I got my Fenty on

Do the D'USSÉ with a touch of DeLeón (Uh)

She got a man and he stuck in the feds

Said he gon' kill me 'cause she up in my bed

We wear chains and it's like the narcs (Kiss it, kiss it)

Only G7 when the flights depart

Stash pesos in Turks and Caicos

Dapper Dan Don, the first to break those

Now back to Caicos

Throw your Rollies in the sky, my guys'll take those

Lower East Side, I'm up in NY

See me on the floor with OB courtside

Baddies on deck, you know I'm lovin' 'em (Kiss it, kiss it better, baby)

Still in a meetin' with Khaled (Another one)

Been waitin' on that sunshine, boy

I think I need that back

Can't do it like that

No one else gon' get it like that

So why argue? You yell, but you take me back

Who cares, when it feels like crack?

Boy, ya know that you always do it right (Yeah, uh)

Crack man and I'm out of the game

Silk shirts and a couple of chains

I go deeper and deeper

Sign the prenup, you know it's cheaper to keep her

Crack work in the two-seater

Put you in Milan, you can kick your feet up

Take care, pinkie ring on the don, I told her

Kiss it, kiss it better, baby

Been waitin' on that sunshine, boy

I think I need that back

Can't do it like that

No one else gon' get it like that

So why argue? You yell, but you take me back

Who cares, when it feels like crack?

Boy, ya know that you always do it right

I can't fool myself, I don't want nobody else to ever love me

Kiss it, kiss it

I can't fool myself, I don't want nobody else to ever love me

You are my shining star, my guiding light, my love fantasy

SUPPOSED TO BE LOVED lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Baby, Future & Lil Uzi Vert)

P.Y.T.

We The Best Music (P.Y.T.)

Yeah, yessirski, man

We goin' Plutoski on this bitch

We got Wham on this shit, you know what I mean?

God did

Yeah, we got Khaled, the billi', Mr. Billi', yeah

DJ Khaled

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (Tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved)

She know I'm a thug, she don't treat me like no rapper

See you comin' up, I can make that shit faster

Smooth operator, I ain't tryna be no bastard (Smooth operator)

Yeah, I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (Tryna love you like you 'posed to be)

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

Hangin' on my jersey 'til [?] come through dinner

I know she the one, I get that middle school feelin'

Did some wrong, but overall, you know I'm still the real one

So I'ma still be around when you get done hittin'

Bought a Birkin bag to butter her up

We had sex inside the Cullinan truck, it felt amazin'

Mainstream, I had in New York, we playin' it crazy

4 A.M., but so many lights, it look like day time

If somebody happen to catch us, it's gon' bring headlines

I can't get caught on the side of the road

But it turns me on takin' chances, you bold

And I go

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved)

She know I'm a thug, she don't treat me like no rapper

See you comin' up, I can make that shit faster

Smooth operator, I ain't tryna be no bastard (Smooth operator)

Yeah, I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (Tryna love you like you 'posed to be)

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I try my best shit to put the bag up on you

I put Bulgari on you, I went and splashed on you

I try my all to put my all into you

I put my winnings on you, I put one call into you

Anytime she pop out, she poppin' her big one

It ain't no confusion, she fucked on a lit one (Pluto)

Anytime I got bored, I just turnt up and picked one (Turn up)

I'm talkin' billions on islands like Gilligan (Yeah, yeah, let's go)

I was treatin' you daily, for surely familiar (Oh, yeah)

Custom your wardrobe, your crib, new interior (Yeah, let's go)

I been thinkin' highly of you, that's imperial (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Thought I wasn't fallin' for you, I'm delirious (Plutoski)

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved)

She know I'm a thug, she don't treat me like no rapper

See you comin' up, I can make that shit faster

Smooth operator, I ain't tryna be no bastard (Smooth operator)

Yeah, I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (Tryna love you like you 'posed to be)

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

See, even though I'm rich, I still sit back, just in my room (Woah)

Starin' at the stars, lookin' at the moon

She must think I'm sweet but I be movin' with the goons (Yeah)

I went number one but you still make me feel like two (Yeah, huh?)

See, I give it all (All)

Give it all back, even includin' my jewels (Hey)

Know she think I'm rude, I'ma light my attitude (Attitude)

Love you so much, got your name tattooed (Yeah)

Talkin' 'bout my songs, on the chart, they climb (Huh?)

But I never saw a girl really that fine (Yeah)

How you even cool when you stressed out, cryin'? (Cryin')

Everything you do, it blows my mind (Lil Uzi)

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved)

She know I'm a thug, she don't treat me like no rapper

See you comin' up, I can make that shit faster

Smooth operator, I ain't tryna be no bastard (Smooth operator)

Yeah, I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (Tryna love you like you 'posed to be)

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

Give it to me

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

Baby girl, just give it to me

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

Girl, give it to me

Woo, I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

Baby girl, just give it to me

I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved

Way Too Cold lyrics - Kanye West (feat. DJ Khaled)

(originally "Theraflu")

[Hook]

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?

Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws

Come to meet me without no drawers?

[Verse 1]

Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik

I told you ma’fuckers it was more than the music

In the projects one day, to Project Runway

We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we’re used to it

I’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up

Might even kill somebody and YouTube it

To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid

And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!

[Bridge]

We flyer than a parakeet, floatin’ with no parachute

Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!

Don’t talk about style cause I embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrassed you

[Hook]

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?

Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws

Come to meet me without no drawers?

[Verse 2]

And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick

Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz

And I’ll admit, I had fell in love with Kim

Around the same time she had fell in love with him

Well that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thang

Lucky I ain’t had Jay drop him from the team

La Familia, Roc Nation

We in the building, we still keep it basement

[Bridge]

We flyer than a parakeet, floatin’ with no parachute

Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!

Don’t talk about style cause I embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrassed you

G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh

Anything else, we detest, detest

Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts

All that said, lemme ask this quest’

[Hook]

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?

Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws

Come to meet me without no...

Don’t talk to me ‘bout style, nigga, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you

Talkin’ ‘bout clothes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you

Hollin’ ‘bout some hoes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you

Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

Wild Thoughts (Remix) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Aidonia, Rihanna & Bryson Tiller)

[DJ Khaled:]

Another one

Aidonia

We The Best music

DJ Khaled

[Rihanna:]

I don't know if you could take it

Know you wanna see me nakey, nakey, naked

I wanna be your baby, baby, baby

Spinning and it's wet just like it came from Maytag

White girl wasted on that brown liquor

When I get like this I can't be around you

I'm too lit to dim down a notch

'Cause I could name some thangs that I'm gon' do

Wild, wild, wild

Wild, wild, wild thoughts

Wild, wild, wild

When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts

Wild, wild, wild

When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts

[DJ Khaled:]

Let's go!

[Rihanna:]

I hope you know I'm for the takin'

You know this cookie is for the baking

Kitty, kitty, baby, give that thing some rest

'Cause you done beat it like the '68 Jets

Diamonds ain't nothing when I'm rockin' with ya

Diamonds ain't nothing when I'm shinin' with ya

Just keep it white and black as if I'm ya sister

I'm too hip to hop around town out here with ya

I know I get

Wild, wild, wild

Wild, wild, wild thoughts

Wild, wild, wild

When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts

Wild, wild, wild

When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts

[Bryson Tiller:]

Ayy, ugh, ugh

I heard that pussy for the taking

I heard it got these other niggas goin' crazy

Yeah, I treat you like a lady, lady

Fuck you 'til you're burned out, cremation (burned out)

[Aidonia:]

You say that body's for the taking

Come and give it to a real born Jamaican

Mek u get wild, baby girl

Back it up, u shake it like a shaker

Jamaican Bad man, Bajan Bad gal

Siddung pon d, siddung pon d jockey

Work u body good yh

Mek u call me papi

Island thing, mek u fly to the tropics

Dancehall style gal whine up u body

Pull up to u bumper (close), traffic

Tick tok, tic tic tok, tok it

Pretty gal mek mi fire like a automatic

Me drink white rum, she drink Bacardi

Get wild, no, gal a get naughty

Riri, how you feel when you with Didi?

[Rihanna:]

When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts

We Takin' Over (Remix) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Akon, T-Pain, R. Kelly, Lil Kim, Young Jeezy)

[R-Kelly:]
D-DJ Khaled!
D-DJ Khaled!
And Kells!
D-DJ Khaled!

[Akon:]
Oh, oh

[R-Kelly:]
D-DJ Khaled!
And Kells!

[Akon:]
Konvict Music, yeah

[R. Kelly:]
Akon!

[R-Kelly:]
It's the remix!

[DJ Khaled:]
Listen!

[R. Kelly:]
All dressed up, ready to go
All shined up ready to glow
Drop that top, ready to roll
Up in the club, ready to hoe
Gimme that mic, and I'm ready to flow
Kells taking off a bitch for sure
Fuck champagne, ready for patron
Fire that purple up ready to blow
I'm gonna tell you like it is young fella
Stay in place blowing b young fella
Singin' ain't all I do young fella
So keep it movin' right along young fella
Don't don't get mad 'cause 'cause 'cause Kells got girls showin' him much much air
Akon tell 'em how we go and tell

[Chorus (Akon):]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time (we're taking over)
Said we takin' over, one city at a time (city at a time yeah)
Said we takin' over, one city at a time (ooh ooh)
Said we takin' over, one city at a time

[DJ Khaled:]
T-Pain!

[T-Pain:]
It used to be me, eight-five-0, Ridge Road and five hundred dollars
Y-y-y-y-yes C-S we be the best with dress to impress with the Sean John collar
Holla at me made bad man coming
Fire come out shaking and running
Coming, popping, push it to the limit all we see to the top of,
Dump it! (ha)
Bad man and I'm the number one shotta
Test, the best, get your whole block shotta
This is why we hot get you all block cutter like
Ha, ha, ha
I'm the man right now homie wait your turn
You can't buy the shit that I earn
Trust me, you don't wanna feel the burn
Like hey, hey, hey, hey
Ha!

[[Chorus (Akon, R. Kelly ad-libs)]

[Lil' Kim:]
Yeah! DJ Khaled
You already know what it is sat it
Cause it's the remix!
We takin' over! The raise over
Okay, what that do bitch!

[Lil' Kim:]
I got what you need, Kim give it to you real
The highs and the lows, how ever you wanna feel
You want that night out, I got that Niquil
You want that matrix, you choose the right pill
Fuck you think I do the shit for my health
Same cause in the week, I ain't seen my wealth
On the low, I keep the bankroll like fresh
cocktail dress by John Calliano
In the restaurant owned by Italians
I'm a boss bitch my last name should be Soprano
Switching up the phones so the boys can't follow
They tryna lead me to the old address
I left the "no 2" and they been back since
I'm in a new state, a new place
With new plates, shit damn near a new face
So by the time they tryna build them a new case
I'm gone like yesterday
What! What!

[[Chorus (Akon, R. Kelly ad-libs)]

[Khaled:]
Jeezy!

[Young Jeezy:]
Look, I am the streets
Real nigga's sittin' that's word I meet you
She like my wrist so she follow the rainbow
Now I'm switchin' lanes she tryna follow the lambo
Can't keep up best follow Range Rov'
But be cool 'cause my goons in there
And a couple of guns, and a couple of clips
And a couple of K's, and a couple of bricks
And then I throwing in the partner what the fuck that cook like
Mark Jacobs solo what the fuck I look like
Hey, this the remix ain't it
Just got the new 'rari and I just might paint it
Just got the new plane and I just might fly it
Just left Lennix Mall and I just might buy it
Stay strap nigga don't even try it
Pockets so fat I need a go on a diet, haha!

[[Chorus (Akon, R. Kelly ad-libs)]

[DJ Khaled:]
Remix! Listen!
Gyeah, it's the DJ Khaled the Don Dolla
Big Dogg, Pitbull, Terror Squadian,
A.k.a the beat Novacaine
A.k.a "We The Best"
Danger on this track
Marcelo what it does
This is the remix!
We the best!
God loves me
Listen!