All I Do Is Win lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ludacris, Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross & T-Pain)
[Khaled:] DJ Khaled!
[T-Pain:] Hey! Yeah
[Khaled:] We the best!
[T-Pain:]
All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on my mind I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there
And they say yeah
And they stay there
Up down, up down, up down
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you goin' in put your hands in the air
Make them stay there
(Yeah, listen... Luda)
[Ludacris:]
Ludacris going in on the verse
'Cause I never been defeated and I won't stop now
Keep your hands up get 'em in the sky
For the homies didn't make it and my folks locked down
I never went nowhere
But they saying Luda's back
Blame it on that conjure
The hood call it Luda'gnac
And I'm on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flow
My hands go up and down like strippers booties go
My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins
Last time on a Khaled remix now I'm on the original version
Can't never count me out
Y'all better count me in
Got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in
Make millions every year, the South's champion
'Cause all I do, all I, all I, all I, all I do is
[T-Pain:]
All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on my mind I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there
And they say yeah
And they stay there
Up down, up down, up down
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you goin' in put your hands in the air
Make them stay there
(Win, win, who? Boss... Boss)
[Rick Ross:]
Swerving in my lo-lo
Head on the swivel
You know serving me's a no no
Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
Yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy!
Tell Khaled back it up, my niggas call me loco
Down for armed trafficking, don't make me pull that fo-fo
Ask you what you laughing at (what?)
Represent that mud life
Dirty money bitch you better get your mud right
We come together holding hands and holla thug life
We're all strapped in all black
It's like thug life
(all we do is win)
You riding to what?
'Cause we riding tonight
Now she's riding with me 'cause you wasn't riding her right
Ross
[T-Pain:]
All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on my mind I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there
And they say yeah
And they stay there
Up down, up down, up down
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you goin' in put your hands in the air
Make them stay there
[Snoop Dogg:]
Heat in the kitchen, pot on the stove
Water getting boiled, dope being sold
Snoopy in the hoopty, system overload
I've been running this rap game since I was 20 years old
I hung with the worst of them
Bust 'til I burst 'em up
Floss 'em up, toss 'em up, hardaway, cross 'em up
Pardon me I'm bossing up
Pressure up, bless you bruh
Don't mess with us
We like the U in the 80s
Back to back set a trap
Hit the lick, hit it back
Hit the trick, jump the track
Bitch I want my money back
Time and time again while I'm sipping on this gin
Al Davis said it best, just win baby win
[T-Pain:]
All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on my mind I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there
And they say yeah
And they stay there
Up down, up down, up down
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you goin' in put your hands in the air
Make them stay there
Put Your Hands Up lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Young Jeezy, Plies, Rick Ross & Schife)
[DJ Khaled talking:]
DJ Khaled!
If you from the streets like me, put your hands up!
If you rep your city like me, put your hands up!
If you put in work like me, put your hands up!
[Hook: Schife]
If you from the streets like me, put your hands up!
D Boys on my tease, put your hands up!
Independent bad bitches, put your hands up!
If you know this how you living, put your hands up!
Where they at?
Put em up!
If you know this how you living, put your hands up!
Put em up!
Where they at?
Put em up!
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Say Khaled I'm going in so you can gon' bring in back
Gon' bring it back, I said gon' bring it back! (Ey!)
A straight monster in this bitch
Nigga, poltergeist
It's dade county in this verse, they gon' say Jesus Christ
And like Rihanna fine ass, I'm gon' live my life
Ten bands and take one, call it being nice
Get your hands up and that's a direct order
Got my bands up, thanks to the transporter
Thanks to the transporter?
I'm like yeah sorta!
Got my name hot, be around like South Florida
Get your hands up if your not living right
Now keep your hands up
You risk it err'day and night
[Hook: Schife]
If you from the streets like me, put your hands up!
D Boys on my tease, put your hands up!
Independent bad bitches, put your hands up!
If you know this how you living, put your hands up!
Where they at?
Put em up!
If you know this how you living, put your hands up!
Put em up!
Where they at?
Put em up!
[Verse 2: Plies]
If I die tonight, bury me in the hood
With all the jewelry on, make sure I'm looking good
Rob who nigga? I wish a nigga would
Point 5, don't shoot, that's how the lames do it
Word on the street somebody put a hit on me
I'm in the foreign, top off, look like I'm worried homie?
Better send them now, got bout a mill on me
You rob me; I kill you, now that's a deal homie
Two-twenty-three
Carbon one-five
Old black bitch with me, that's that forty five
Been real, never snitched nigga my whole life
Heard a nigga whacked him. He shouldn't have testified
[Hook: Schife]
If you from the streets like me, put your hands up!
D Boys on my tease, put your hands up!
Independent bad bitches, put your hands up!
If you know this how you living, put your hands up!
Where they at?
Put em up!
If you know this how you living, put your hands up!
Put em up!
Where they at?
Put em up!
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm hotter than a Kawasaki in the projects
Burning more than rubber, money ain't a object
I'm number 1, and hurt they feelings in the process
Cop a bird, then your really seein progress
I'm buying cars like I'm in a contest
Say my name, rappers lookin like a bomb threat
I'm the winner, these beginners talking nonsense
Brain from your [?] till she render me unconscious
I'm so conscious of DNA in my closet
My show account can't take another deposit
Ladies heartthrob labelled me the odd ball
3.5 cause I'm known to start small
[Hook: Schife]
If you from the streets like me, put your hands up!
D Boys on my tease, put your hands up!
Independent bad bitches, put your hands up!
If you know this how you living, put your hands up!
Where they at?
Put em up!
If you know this how you living, put your hands up!
Put em up!
Where they at?
Put em up!
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
This the biggest street anthem in the hood right now
I got the streets on fire with this one
Somebody pass my [?]
That's the new thug passion
This we the best music
Put your hands up!
Fed Up lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Usher, Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, Drake, Lil' Wayne)
DJ Khaled
the streets is fed up (who else nigga?)
we fed up (we the best)
the runners, usher talk to em
[Usher-Chorus]
it was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job
and you can’t take that away from me (can’t take that away)
yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)
and they give me the love I need (yeah)
I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more
check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)
I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ay)
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired
[Young Jeezy]
I am absolutely positively on my grizzy
even though I’m sick and I’m tired I gets busy
started a 62 but it ended up a frisbee
and me I like to sit at the stove until I’m dizzy
ball so hard it’s like I brought the game with me
left my glove so white you thought I brought jermaine with me
bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me
(I’m fed up, I’m fed up)
I give it all up before I let the fame get me
I got niggas tryna sue me bitches tryna do me
way these niggas actin you’d a thought they never knew me
but these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me
I’m fed up probably why I’m actin like the old me
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
I’m sick and tired of you suckas so now I’m fed up
somebody catch the chain I’m bout to tear his head off
shorty bendin over know I’m bout to tear it up
before you let your top back get your bread up
made history but now we claimin victory
get ya out the white house go back to your efficiencies
suckas feel me and I know you haters hear me
(I’m fed up, I’m fed up)
like IRS you wonderin what I’m makin yearly
let them brown bags circulate (stack) so I perpetrate (never)
we shining in the bottom cause we down to twekalate
lookin at the parking lot better get your mind right
I hope you fed up being broke because the times right (Ross)
[Chorus]
[Drake]
Uh, me and Wayne was gettin high on em
he leaned over and told me just don’t retire on em
and when they give ya they shoulders never cry on em
and when they love you to death just never die on em
and the question still remains
have I counted all the money that I’ve managed to obtain?
niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name
and somehow I’m still the hottest mofucka in the game
[Lil Wayne]
I’m happy to be back man….
I’m tired of these haters
That’s why I go hard like A.C. Slater
Weezy Baby here, y’all prenatal
I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado
Uhh I’m sick of being criticized
That’s why I’m higher than a star trek enterprise
I do it big don’t get mad cuz you minimized
I keep a red flag case I get penalized..uh
Its young money like you didn’t know
Stop playing I hit Drizzy with the give and go
It was all a dream, now we the dream team
Who trying to see us, you seeing things
Hustle like I still pay rent man
Got a chest full of heart no tin man
Uhh..Kha Kha Khaled I’m fed up,
flow wake the dead up
Weezy
[Usher]
yeah how bout I been in this been breakin records since ‘9-4
so I aint gotta brag about records that I’ve broke
records that I hold
and records that I’ve sold
and I’m fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeahhhhh)
don’t bite the hand of your provider
cause man if I aint influenced you you a liar
I’m on fire you just a biter you need to wake up and realize
[Chorus]
Victory lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Nas & John Legend)
[DJ Khaled]
They doubted me all my life
Now it’s victory
(DJ KHALED!)
[John Legend]
Whatever it is, I’ll pay the cost
I’m willing to risk it, I’ll take the loss
I’ll put it all on the line
In a hustler’s state of mind
I’m gonna make history
Just so we can claim victory (Victory)
Oh, victory (Victory)
(Nasir!)
[Nas]
Speedboats, three tokes and pass it
Grass lit, hittin’ slopes in Aspen
No coat, just an oath to stay thorough ’til we back to ashes
Driven in fly sedans to the MGM Grand
Picture lots of sand, two blondes, implants
Remy in hand, we tryna tan, deal my cards with an honest hand
A modest man, aware of any counter-scam
Palm trees, magnum Don Ps, LV monograms
Hottest girls flew from Rio
Mojitos, mucho frio, my libido
Sex so strong, without the E, though
Hollow threats, we don’t see those
Higher death toll whenever we roll
That process is pivotal
My pitiful poverty-struck criminals will get a Jew
Then we lounge in a Spanish-style house
‘Til it all blows over, Dolce Gabbana out
Contemplatin’, there is no bond with Satan
Say a little prayer for me like Aretha Franklin
For my hustlers, here’s some motivation
He who has begun is half done, why you waitin’?
I’m too impatient to pray, too much patience for stress
It’s too much paper to rest, fuck around, you face death
I know some niggas from Astoria
That’ll cut your daughter up
Like I used to cut a quarter up
Makin’ all the bucks, banana clips I bought in Georgia bucks
Kill all you fucks, easy
I be on the golf cart, sleepy
Y’all beneath me
Y’all be at the pawn shop, pawnin’ watches
Obnoxious, can’t stop us, we shottas
Say you killin’ Pablo? Impossible
Nonsense, preposterous, bizarre at best
Unfulfilled promises
I feel intelligence is my wealth
However, how enormous is Nas’ pockets is a pop quiz to gossipers
See me at the Oscars, lookin’ dreamy, hood opulent
Means esoteric, how I wore it
Exoticness makes you curious to see how serious my closet is
Shareholders wanna invest in that Nas stock, it’s just
We be on that real shit, luxury four-wheel shit
Niggas actin’ thirst on some just-got-a-deal shit
Ha, for that victory we will kill shit
Get out the way, playboy, this is real shit
(Khaled!)
Whatever it is, I’ll pay the cost
I’m willing to risk it, I’ll take the loss
I’ll put it all on the line
In a hustler’s state of mind
I’m gonna make history
Just so we can claim victory (Victory)
Oh, victory (Victory)
Just so we can claim victory
Oh, victory
Victory
Just so we can claim victory
Ball lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Jim Jones & Schife)
DJ KHALED!
[Chorus]
It started with some packs (Go!)
Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)
Wake up with my dogs (Go!)
Took over the block (Lets Go!)
And then we
Ball! [x7]
(Thats all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)
Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)
Motherfuck the law (Victory)
Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)
Cos we move alot of raw
And so we
Ball! [x7]
(Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land.... I be back when its warm!)
[Verse 1]
I started from an ounce (28)
Stretched that to 42 (ehh)
Flipped that to shawty blue
took it to the sporty coup (Go!)
Now,I can get it for a 23
so short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)
BALL!
I'm all for it like Brandon Roy
Long story short, lets fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)
My jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)
My chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)
Motherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)
Tell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)
They said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)
So I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out
BALL!
[Chorus]
It started with some packs
Then a couple cars
Wake up with my dogs
Took over the block
And then we
Ball! [x7]
(Show me the money... Whats up now!)
Now we run the city
Motherfuck the law
Push the latest cars
Cos we move alot of raw
And so we
Ball! [x7]
(it's not so funny now.. I can't hear you niggas now!)
[Verse 2]
I'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)
private plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)
I ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)
its all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)
tell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)
the weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin ...)
we make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)
with them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)
I'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)
I'mma need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)
I got these bitches duckin dick like ... (HAHA!)
when they see me pull to the spot, we're like ...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
We fly to hot spots when New York is chilly
So I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)
Silly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies [coughs]
Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)
You know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out
Spendin money nights out, till the lord say its lights out (pour out some liquor)
My .... is callin' .... (uh oh!)
and even with the lights all off,
you can still see the jewellery
[Chorus]
Rockin All My Chains On lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Birdman, Bun B, Schife, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
[Chorus:]
Work in the kitchen
? money on my phone
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
It's time to hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
[Verse 1:]
Right
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
With this bud be it khaled
You know that it's a winner
You know I got the yams like a thanksgiving dinner
I'm trappin on ham like a thanksgiving dinner
And bringin a drummer like I'm mr. thansgiving nigga
The game it's switched up
In white winter black
So gimme ? hook me up the fact though
Mo money mo ice
I ain't buying no price swear I'm on that one time
They lookin' so nice
These old ladies saying he look like a low life
I'm in the foreign with a foreign makin your wife
Got me a piece of a pie
Now where's your slice.
[Chorus:]
Work in the kitchen
? money on my phone
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
It's time to hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
[Verse 2:]
Shawty in lights
Roll another dice
Big money bitch
Cash money life
Flip another chicken
Bought another chicken
Cook another chicken
Fucked her in the kitchen
Pack another meal
Hot up in the feel
Always strapped
Me and khaled in the hill
Diamond close to ice
Fly poppin flights
Uptown solider spit the meal on the watch
And as I proceed to make some more G's
Represent my city
Shoe for bee
Uptown G's
YMC B's
[Chorus:]
Work in the kitchen
? money on my phone
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
It's time to hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
[Verse 3:]
Soulja Boy Tell em
10 diamond chains on my neck
I called DJ Khaled because I know we the best
? can't never cup another check
And I'm down in Miami
Ridin in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog mutha fucker dead leash
Put your lighters in the sky
Soulja boy tell em
[Chorus:]
Work in the kitchen
? money on my phone
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
It's time to hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
Bringing Real Rap Back lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Rum)
I'm tired of this bullshit
All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers
We tired of that bullshit
Getting over, make it worse for the next
Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah
(We tired of that bullshit)
I-I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bringing real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bringing real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I'm officially affiliated, ho's love it and niggas hate it
We the best, we the greatest, book a show, signing papers
S-S-S-Signing like old times, don't even need a whip
Homes for the more valuable, my son tell me I'm the shit
Shawty ain't going down, they let dummy pick and choose
Pass to the oh and boo, she down for that switcheroo
Might-might-might-might catch a switch or two, still the same old red
Chill with them youngins, but got my game from the old heads
Trynna then yall niggas, killed you in college bro
Show's on Myspace, it ain't hard to find it bro
I'm bringing real rap back, for the Chevy's and Cadillac's
Blue red every color and the G's with neeks
I'm tired of this bullshit
All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers
We tired of that bullshit
Getting over, make it worse for the next
Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah
(We tired of that bullshit)
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
I'm bring real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
Look, I ain't hatin', I keep it real, I see what they don't see
Radio ain't the same, they play what they wanna play
All 'bout a budget now, fake is the new real
Lie about who you kill, and get you a record deal
Them folks take a chance with it, give ya advance with it
Promote you like hell man, let you make a lil' dance with it
You good for about a year, then you strugglin' to stay alive
The whole world forgot about ya, back to 9-to-5
Put it down all the time, put on my real jeans
Got 'em big, 45, can't wear no lil' skinny jeans
No women tendencies, plus I can really spit
These niggas is really bitches, go 'head, tuck your dick
I'm tired of this bullshit
All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers
We tired of that bullshit
Getting over, make it worse for the next
Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah
(We tired of that bullshit)
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
I'm bring real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I'm offended by all means, everybody rap now
I can't even blame 'em though, the drug game locked down
Determined to be the next, care less 'bout a record sale
Will dummies succeed or fail? Shit, only time'll tell
Glad to be out the sale, glad to be out the hood
Glad I ain't got a lot, I do what you others should
Boy, you're a fucking jerk, loosen up on your shirt
Nigga scramming out this bitch, and you feeling 'bout all this work?
I know nigga's mad at me, expose these clowns though
Niggas just claim shit, don't even know what it stand fo'
You pussies ain't trained to go, keep bragging 'bout hood dough
Your nuts don't hang low, boy he's a man-ho
I'm tired of this bullshit
All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers
We tired of that bullshit
Getting over, make it worse for the next
Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah
(We tired of that bullshit)
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
I'm bring real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
Bring The Money Out lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Nelly, Lil Boosie, Ace Hood & Schife)
[Schife:]
You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne
Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine
Bring the money out, bring the money out
Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains
Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs
Bring the money out, bring the money out
Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
[Nelly:]
Lamborghini, check
Blue Farrari, check
Mozzerati Mustang, jumpin out that vet
Fresher than it gets
Louie VVS
Rolli game sick, bluer than the mets
Pull up to the jets
Take off in the next
Feeling like the goldin child, y'all ain't even up next
Shorty she the best, she sexy as it gets
Nothing like the rest, she shake it like Turrettes
Hey hey, my shorty go down
Hey hey, now throw your money out
Catch me at a light strip, if you wanna dip
We don't waist money round here, everything's a slip
[Schife:]
You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne
Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine
Bring the money out, bring the money out
Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains
Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs
Bring the money out, bring the money out
Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
[Boosie Badazz:]
Drop drop drop, bring the money out
400 cheese cake, up in my Luie bag
I'm not self righchis, 30 karots round my neck
I don't make it rain, I make it thunderstorm
New whip, back seat with the goons
When I'm in the club, I light up the whole room
Got that Rosay in my hand, down south I'm the man
All these hoes love me, like pussy in a can
Got that house on the hill, dolla dolla bills
You call a stack a G, but I call a stack a mill
For real, I'm on a level with kingpins and mobs
Don't get them choppers, if you ain't coming with them dollars
[Schife:]
You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne
Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine
Bring the money out, bring the money out
Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains
Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs
Bring the money out, bring the money out
Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
[Ace Hood:]
Excuse me motherfucker, my swag got that bird flow
Hurricane Ace here, you should find shelter
Mr. cash addict, you should go and see a counseler
Dump you with no cash, in the river where they found ya
Flowin like a fountin, money getting countless
Mr. don't test, my flow sick
I come down for the people, make a mess
I'm the shit peariead, cold text
And fuck a hater and his thoughts, safe sex
Just bring my money, we don't do cheques
Diamonds on my chest, brighter than a dike vest
This the hood stretched money, bowflex
[Schife:]
You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne
Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine
Bring the money out, bring the money out
Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains
Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs
Bring the money out, bring the money out
Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
Rep My City lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Pitbull & Jarvis)
[Pitbull - Verse 1:]
This for those that chose to sleep on Pits
not knowing I had a plan for every letter in the alphabitch
my lifes been diarrea boy I've been through some shit
turned it all around and now my bank account likes oh shit
could have took the coke route, heroin boy dope route
chevy gets dressed up, choppa's get chocked out
AK Quatro Siete dale mete machete
Perico's been a part of my life since I was chupando tete
I went from buildings with dope holes and boys with gold fronts
to fucking dope hoes and houses with beach fronts
I hit a lick yeah muthfucker my life changed
but chico won't change, I'm forever Dade
invest in my future so I'm forever paid
I don't play games fuck boy I ain't EA
go ahead and hate me til I'm dead in the ground
I'm D-A-D-E Dade county
[Jarvis - Chorus:]
I'm all in and I rep my city till I die
as long as I'm thinking and breathing I'm gon ride
on the east to the west side
kept it 100 so I'm good for life
give a damn what a hater gotta say
make it this far Imma do it my way
Imma do it my way, do it my way
give a damn what a hater gotta say
I rep my city, rep my city
rep my city, rep my city
rep yo city, rep yo city
rep yo city, rep yo city
[Pitbull - Verse 2:]
Miami's red cross when they need me I'm there
I'm from the era when there was gang wars at the Youth Fair
I'm ten years ahead of the game, I know it ain't fair
used to go to Santa's Enchanted just to pull on Santa's beard
sat on Santa's lap and showed him some crack
and told him for Christmas all I want is coke that comes back
something about a 75k a show,
next year it will be 300 per show yeah fo sho
Pits always had it on lock
I'm from the bottom bitch ya'll can keep a fucking top
my dog [?] bout to jump out [?]
look at the way that Chico been running the crib
from rocking stages with uncle Al Virginia key
to rocking sold out crowds at MSG
and I ain't from New York I'm a Dade county representer
dat right fo sho lets ride
[Chorus]
Standing On Top Of A Mountain lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ace Hood, Pooh Bear)
[Pooh Bear:]
Standing on the mountain top
Countin all this Money
Laughin at you Haterz
Ain't Nothing Gonna Save you
[DJ Khaled:]
Yeah,
Welcome Back
Another small Buy
We global
Feel my pain
The internet can't deal with a nigga like me
Cus I keep it so hood, yeah I keep it so Street
The industry hate but they gotta see me
Turn your tvs on bet all u see is me
Nah I ain't playing why you trying to blame me
Might as well hate the world instead of hating on me
[Pooh Bear:]
And we taking over, One label at a time
[DJ Khaled:]
I need that clearence
Feed me more
Come and think about it you need it more
Uhh I am miami
I do this for miami,
24 and 7 trays
Yeah nigga we born and raised
See this, we showed them
[Pooh Bear:]
Standing on the mountain top
Countin all this Money
Laughin at you Haterz
Ain't Nothing Gonna Save you
[DJ Khaled:]
I Introduce you to
[Ace Hood:]
Ace Hood!
[DJ Khaled:]
Get Em.
[Ace Hood:]
Mo money mo problems
They Holla I get em I got em
I'm bout a da bougaties
The beasts that I feasts of the bottom
Youngens they charge feeding heat with the teeth of the lautter
Ace stopping I'm Steady Moppin
Leave you at Side of the Coffin
Bitch I am Ace that's the Ace of the Double O D
And When you Mention Greatness Bitch you better me mentioning me
And when you say The best you definitely mentioning we
They said I couldn't do it
Proove it I'm Ludacris Nigga
So doubted the music They influenced and movin through me
I'm Times 3
Hit a fiend and it's deeper than me
Call me Young HOV they way I change and I bank on the beat
My Album coming tell em pussies they stayin asleep
It's TUTT
Aye I serve em as raw as the beef
My replication of this creature I mention it's me
My Album Droppin see this dead will be living through me
That means greatnes is bigger than Pac decased
Go Hard lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kanye West, T-Pain)
[Kanye West]
I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from [x4]
[DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled, We the best
I'm goin in, I'm goin in
I do it for the hood cause the hood told me I should
If you rep yo hood, and you goin hard
If the they hatin on you don't stress
Tell them niggas that we the best
Fuck nigga, you can't stop this
Fuck the best we run this game
Kanye West, Khaled and Pain
[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you could you would get rid of me
What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard
But I won't let you get to me
You should already thinkin I'mma go hard
If you were as real as me
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin money ain't shit to me
This in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I am, I will, I gots to go hard
You got another way to live, you gots to go hard
I am gettin it in until the end I got to go, go, go, go, go hard
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I go the hardest
Flow so retard
I'm disgusted with myself
I mean uhh, were do I start
First I spin around and vomit
Then I shit up on it
Fuck the beat up so bad
Won't nobody get up on it
I flow sick, nigga how sick?, sea sick
Got your hand out don't look at me bitch
You lookin at who made me rich
You lookin at who made me rich
I have some wins some losses
Just a life of a God damn boss's
With the top off lookin for a girl with a ass as fat as Tracey Ross's
This is dope as is get
Dope as a mother fuckin acid trip
Fly as 57 passengers
This finna be another classic bitch
Everybody know I got if you want it then get at it
But I ain't gon have
No I ain't gon have it
[Chorus: T-Pain]
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I ain't ever been scurred
Never been the type to bite my words
When I came up y'all gave me shit
Now I'm finna make y'all eat them turds
Always said what the fuck I felt
Gon head spit that murder I wrote
Man I don't care bout what you felt
Fuck you nigga I know I'm dope
Felt like I'm comin to get my all
Felt like I had to play the fly on the wall
Felt like niggas was stuntin on me
Funny how I'm flyer than them all
Now I'm at the top ain't nowhere to go now
Instead of me she gon go down
Maybe I would have slowed down if I knew what I know now
I'm stupid you know I'm dumb
This could fuckin get old while it's good I'm young
But my heart get cold as the hood I'm from
Tell me what it take to be number one
I guess it's gon be what it's gon be
But here's one thing y'all got to hear
I'm a tell you like George Bush told me
Fuck ya'll niggas I'm out of here
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Out Here Grindin lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Akon, Rick Ross, Young Jeezy, Lil Boosie, Trick Daddy, Ace Hood, Plies)
DJ Khaled,
We the best season
Has returned
I do this
For the streets
The runners
Cause I'm out here grindin'
Cause I'm out here grindin'
Hey Hey
I don't care what nobody say
Ima be me (be me)
Stay hood
Stay rasied in the streets
(cause I'm out here grindin')
niggas talk about greatness
Whenever they speak about me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting
Nothing with nobody homie
I gotta get me me
(cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in 8 days
I can go for 8 weeks
Ain't nothing to me
Cause I am the streets.
[Rick Ross:]
Ricky Ross
Put my life on the line
But I'm likely to rhyme
I'm on top of the game
If you like it or not
Ask how I get freesh
Strawberry swishy sweets
You'll be dealing with H
When you dealing with G's
Flashing deal
With the realest
Shopping like
It's still december
Diplomat on the fender
Of the phantom
I'm the winner
I do it for the hood
I do it cause you're gay
You suckers
Wish you could Ricky Ross
Is in the bank
[Plies:]
Hey, feds
Heard your bringing
My name up
Know you want me back
Think I give a fuck
Better dyte me now
Before price go up
Came in the world thuggin
Leaving with big nuts
Yeah, I run with killas
Homie so what
What you want me to tell
I sold you to lil dust?
Send your informants
I bet he leave butts
Ain't scared to go
I beileve in jesus
[Akon:]
I don't care what nobody say
Ima be me (be me)
Stay hood
Stay rasied in the streets
(cause I'm out here grindin')
niggas talk about greatness
Whenever they speak about me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting
Nothing with nobody homie
I gotta get me me.
(cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in 8 days
I can go for 8 weeks
Ain't nothing to me
Cause I am the streets
[Lil Boosie:]
W E T H E B E S T
DJ Khaled (WE DA BEST)
W E T H E B E S T
(DJ Khaled) That's ME!
W E T H E B E S T
DJ Khaled (WE DA BEST)
W E T H E B E S T
(DJ Khaled)
That's me
I wake up
To get my cake up
I'm algie brown
What can I say
I'm a product
Of my environment
Uh oh, I'm in the game
Watch me do me
Kickin these niggas
Khaled man
Call that bruce lee
Summer winter spring
I can't forget the fall
I still remain a dog
A diabetic and all
All I want is my paper
I don't care what they say
They stick their tounge out
When they bow their head
(Cause we da best)
[Trick Daddy:]
You niggas fly
Before you were just maggots
I'm the shit bitch
Because I'm black flagging
Yes sir DR the new sqaud
You niggas soft
We go hard
They like
Oh, God there go t double
He got his click
And his brothers
I know it's gon be trouble
Dark boys on the black gas
See they don't black mask
Now they can stand
My black ass
[Akon:]
I don't care what nobody say
Ima be me (be me)
Stay hood
Stay rasied in the streets
(cause I'm out here grindin')
Talking about greatness
Whenever they speak about me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't spitting
Nothing with nobody homie
I gotta gimme me
(cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slipping 8 days
I can go for 8 weeks
Ain't nothing to me
Cause I am the streets
[Ace Hood:]
Hey knock knock
Yee I'm knocking on
The Bank's door
Gimme the million dollars
And I'm dropping off
The cash flow
See you ain't heard
I hit a nit
Now my money right
Spend it on the u-haul
Dippin' on the turn pipe
Call up my dogs
Brag up my face
Bodies gon fall
Tell em it's ace
If I catch a charge
I'm gon flee the state
My nigga's
LA Reid and Khaled
Watch me beat the case
[Lil Wayne:]
Hahhhaha
And we are the best
And weezy be the shhh
Like two H's after S
I got these niggas on shhh
Like I gon deaf
And I'm right right
And your wrong left
Hahahahaha
Check out this bizarre
I am regularly irregular
Khaled best DJ
Weezy best rapper
If Khaled say
It's a movie
Then weezy best actor
[Akon:]
I don't care what nobody say
Ima be me (be me)
Stay hood stay
Rasied on the streets
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
Talking about greatness
Whenever they speak about me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting
Nothing with nobody
Homie I gotta gimme me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slipping 8 days
I can go for 8 weeks
Ain't nothing to me Cause I am the streets
Go Ahead lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Fabolous, Flo-Rida, Fat Joe, Rick Ross, Lloyd)
[DJ Khaled:]
Yeah I met this shorty last night right
[Fabolous:]
Real Rap
[DJ Khaled:]
And you know she looked like she was with her man
[Fabolous:]
He, he, he
[DJ Khaled:]
And you know I see you with your man
She was like nah that's my friend
[Fabolous:]
Oooh Okay
[DJ Khaled:]
So that was my cue
Ayo Fab
[Fabolous:]
Ey Khaled
Shorty wanna give me the go ahead
That I'm a stay even when I need to go head
And if I feel something I'm a try
Figured you winked at me not just something in your eye
See shawty you ain't got to tell me what I know
That was E40 who said tell me when to go
I know I got the green light
And ya'll get the red light
So if the head right I'll be there err night
Err night like a playoff game
You hard working haters take a day off man
We the what?
[DJ Khaled:] We the best!
That's so true, when I walk in this bitch baby that's your cue
[CHORUS:]
I know you see me starin girl
I see you lookin at me
Go find and it's apparent girl
You feelin luck in the street
Girl tell me, what's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
What's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
[Rick Ross:]
It's the boss
You know we global
DJ Khaled, Flo-Rida, ya know how it is
Baby you need international phone call to call me
It's Global right here
I need bitch who motivated
And know multiplication
It's serve collect calls
'cause I got multiple cases
Let it be house, yea the comfortable places
Married to the game on a prenuptial basis
Khaled, he the best in the game when he break it
She the baddest in the club, and I'm willin to take it
We got a lot 'o dollars, gotta be willin to make it
And if you wanna baby might just be willin to taste it
Boss, I'm thuggin and she lovin it
Gotta have protect one, sippin on that bubbly
It's hard not to notice me, we known globaly
Sittin on the top of the world just so comfortably
[CHORUS:]
I know you see me starin girl
I see you lookin at me
Go find and it's apparent girl
You feelin luck in the street
Girl tell me, what's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
What's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
[Flo-Rida:]
Ayyyy
Let me get the OKAY shawty, what's on your brain
I wanna know I see you lookin, I been peepin your game
I get a rhythm, see me jookin t, teach you a thang -
Or two, I'm in the dang zip, you wanna come entertain me boo?
We can do that, there, just gimme the go
Been a playa unprepared, everybody grown folks
'Round here, them gold bottles hold them up
Then we can say, cheeers
[DJ Khaled:] Let's take a toast
No wheat or white bread in my Pilsbury dough
Just give me the right head with the letters G-O
All eyes if you like your momma, lame as a video
Imagine you and other kitties(?) strollin all over the city
[CHORUS:]
I know you see me starin girl
I see you lookin at me
Go find and it's apparent girl
You feelin luck in the street
[Fat Joe:]
Crack! How hot is hot?
She on fire baby burn the block
I even taught her how to turn to pot
You cool it off, and it come back rock (crack!)
Yes! I am him
Pull strings like a violin
Then I cross over like I'm Iverson
To Z100 out to Ireland
White chicks is standin on line
Black chicks is standin on line
Don't discriminate, I disintegrate
So much cake, maybe we can get away
[CHORUS:]
I know you see me starin girl
I see you lookin at me
Go find and it's apparent girl
You feelin luck in the street
Girl tell me, what's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
What's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
I'm On lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Cool, Nas)
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
The season has returned
DJ KHALED!
We global now, we global
We international now, international
Nasir!
[Verse 1: Nas]
Money fall out the sky when I speak
Got a valet, can't leave mine out in these streets
Can't carpool, the crew is too deep
Why tuck it all in? The jewels are too sweet
You should ball if you could
I be diggin in my pockets, it ain't trickin if you got it
And since a nigga from the projects
Champagne out of a can would be the fly shit
And I'm a history maker, hood motivational speaker
Rap Led Zeppelin, best-dressed list
Show you how to bubble off of large investments
Ya heard me, and this journey, I'm the journalist
Line around the block to hear the words of the herbalist
Send ya girl to the Dominicans to perm her shit
Tell her tonight, we gonna see Nas return to his murder shit
[Hook: Nas (DJ Khaled)]
It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh
God's Son, never gone, never left
King, I played every card in the deck
The whole world waitin for what I'ma do next
And y'all already know where I came from
Queensbridge repper since day one
Nigga, I'm on! (Come on!)
I'm on! (Come on!)
I'm on! (Come on!)
I'm on! (Nasir!)
Come on!
[Chorus: Cool]
Out of the shadows, into the light
I have the power to take back what's mine
(Can't hide, can't hide)
We have the power
(Alive, it's so fine to be alive)
We are the light
[Verse 2: Nas]
I'm God's hit man, Chopard wristband
New York crown jewel, no if-and's, top five
I'm the one, two, three, four and the fifth man
Smoke a hookah in Istanbul, I'm quicksand
I'm five mics, five points of light
Hit the stage like a meteorite
They wanna all hear Ether tonight, but we ain't beefin tonight
That's history, so now when you mention me
Say I'm a mystery like six degrees
Or the seven hills of Sicily, I need a vasectomy
They resurrected me but nothin is left for me
Just when you thought you'd seen the best of me
I take it a notch higher, yeah
Sip more wine than a Somalian
Get around town in a private Lear
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Nas]
Power, paper, palace is so high
Lookin over skyscrapers, wildin out in Dubai
Do I look like I never seen the better things?
Emerald ring, I chase cheddar mean
Pockets on swole since eighteen years old
Gettin my dough, cigars are hand-rolled
From Guantanamo, Gallardos, the car shows
The Narcos, Gestapos, Optimos
Cause I love the dough more than you know
Still ain't reached the pinnacle
Braveheart general since nine-fo'
Got the belt to show, certified classic
Nine-six, Street Dreams was blastin
And no way they wanna hire assassins
They still harassin, I'm so platinum, it's natural
And nigga is my acronym, lights, camera, actionin
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Nigga, I'm on!
I'm on!
Come on!
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
We global now, we global
We international now, international
Nasir!
Game (Red Light) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. The Game)
[DJ Khaled]
We the best
I represent the hood
I represent the ghetto
I represent the people
I represent you
LISTEN!!!
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[The Game]
Ayo Cali
Walk with me
Yeah thats what got me here
The chucks the khaki suits
All the swap meet years
The six dollar socks the five dollar rocks
Uncle Greg rest in peace he taught me how to chop
Thats why I love the hood and everything we got
From the ice cream trucks to the fourty ounce tops
All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch
A few reasons why I drive the Bently hard top
Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block
Tattoo it on my face let the whole world watch
I'm that type of nigga yall made my city bigger dawg
Turn the TV off got tired of watchin Jigga boss
So we told our mom's we was lookin for jobs
When we was really in the record store lookin for Nas
Project of the ghetto, Ghetto and the project
From compton to being Dre's number one prospect so.....
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[Jadakiss]
AAHHAA!!!
Yeah ugh
They know
Yeah ugh
Aint no help there just food stamps
Weight checks and welfare
Every man gone for self there
Still might need to borrow your medicade card for health care
Yeah if you never got knocked then you made it
Everybody know eachother if not they realated
You can get shot or get bladed
Theres dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties
Six months five years for you just to cop out
Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out
Fights break out when you wired and start joking
Alot of OG's retired and started smokin
House party games of spade sweet kool-aid
Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid
So therefore I could never be too paid
I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get you laid
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[Trick Daddy]
Haha
Tell me this how come
Black folks get a little doe
And forget where they come from
Man we used to have good times
But since you moved on up you aint cool with us
We still support you tho we dont see you much
You aint the first fool its cool with us
But why you living out your idols dreams
Remember how for you came and help you keep those thangs
Now its cool that your adress changed
But I'm tryna holla at my dog and the number aint the same
I guess new homies came with his fame
But see true homies will stay the same
Through all the up's and down's in your career
A couple wives few kids scattered here
And when you dead or broke without a deal
All the groupies cleared... The ghetto will still be here
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
We Global lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Fat Joe, Ray J, Trey Songz)
[DJ Khaled:]
I would usually scream all over this intro
But I'm a let my friends tell you
We Global
We Global Now
We Made It
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
We done been around the world,
Seen a lot girls, girls
We started off local,
Now we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
See, we do it for the hood,
Make it understood, we bought that paper
And we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
We da best
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Blast through
When I come through, all the pretty women wanna know what it do
Make Moves, I break rules
And baby when I leave I want your friend to come too
We rich nigga
Money make the playa haters sit, go figure, straight go getta
And when I tell you we da best, it's no lie.
We Live, it's televised
And if you feel me, put your hands in the sky
Let's make a oath that we never be broke again.
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
We done been around the world,
Seen a lot girls, girls
We started off local,
Now we global (We Global)
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
See, we do it for the hood,
Make it understood, we bought that paper
And we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
We da best
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
I'm second to none
They're descending upon
Tattoo on my arm?, Tony Montana the one
We da best (We da best?) Yes We Nigga
Just got that new yacht to get em sea sicka
Yeah yeah, I love the way she do it
Mask on her face, first she chop it then screw it
Niggas coming ready raw, cause I speaking fluids talking money
That's something that you don't what to do with, I done rock with,
Mary J Blige, my nigga, try petting the recession, yeah some that nigga
The big boy get the big boy's rush, the only nigga made 20 mill,
Fuckin' with cats
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
We done been around the world,
Seen a lot girls, girls
We started off local,
Now we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
See, we do it for the hood,
Make it understood, we bought that paper
And we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
We da best
[Verse 3: Ray J]
I'm so independent, but the radio play em
Fuck em all night, and hit the streets in the AM
A milli off top if I video tape em
I seen a lot of girls, from LA to Jamaica
Yeahh, And all the girls, they wanna get freaky with me
Yeahh, I'm in the club with a girl? spenchafanece?
Ya my nigga DJ Khaled, girls alone and you know we the best
And we so flawless, It's your boy Ray J gettin that money.
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
We done been around the world,
Seen a lot girls, girls
We started off local,
Now we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
See, we do it for the hood,
Make it understood, we bought that paper
And we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
We da best
She's Fine lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Sean Paul, Missy Elliott & Busta Rhymes)
She's blazin' up
She's blazin' up the Gucci man
It is from the wildy fuck because the side and up
U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup
Because she's blazin' up
She's blazin' up the Gucci man
And it's from the side and up because the side and up
She a man, uh a wanton, fire
She's blazin' up
Missy be the shigady, you bomb digady
I can take your man shawty that's foshigady
Foshigady, I make a lot migady
Money ain't a biggady
I make ya' so sik of me, I make history like Khaled make a movie
It's yours truly, I'll send G'd like a purpo D
Spend the new G's on the bag and the shoes see the Gucci, Gucci
The Fendy and the look on me
I got a groopie that wanna do me
I got a hotter chingalling a taste ov oochi, oouchi wallin', baby
You got a problem, baby, go, get me, baby
Fuckin' wit da hottest, baby
K-H-A-L-E-D
You got your boys
Then I look 'em on me, eh, eh, eh
I'd rather spend a ching-aling on it, eh, eh, eh
I'd rather spend a ching-aling on it
(Woo)
She's blazin' up
She's blazin' up the Gucci man
It is from the wildy fuck because the side and up
U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup
Because she's blazin' up
She's blazin' up the Gucci man
And it's from the side and cup because the side and up
She a man uh a wanton fire
She's blazin' up
Become in love dem ott gurls
Duffle man dey bring da gi and da vaga into my world
Sport center to the fuck gurls
Cenemar left dem out now dey come out on my word
So I'm dickin' on my ladies
So every women out dere
Start likin' me apres dis
So wen I get to say dis
Every boy named K-a-led to da K space
Out my wife to uh dingin' apred dis
Duffle man out ther wish I'm not ladies
When I'm at the bar man champagne outrageous
Stick your body out in my sister Mercedes
Blazin' oh, man your energeny is outsa
Blazin' oh man stick your body outta
On my need on energy on us
Streight upon the lies the busta mere putsa
She's blazin' up
She's blazin' up the Gucci man
It is from the wildy fuck because the side and up
U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup
Because she's blazin' up
She's blazin' up the Gucci man
And it's from the side and up because the side and up
She a man uh a wanton fire
She's blazin' up
I dont give you non knock on would
I'm a muthafuckin' freak and yo' ass look good
And I give it too you good
Until the day we through
Heard you a freak, ya me too
O I'll monkey fuck in a way you never heard of
Chokin' wit my tung, I'm a peal or a pearl
My little mama open and there ain't no denyin'
Shawty gobblin' up my meat
And I will nigga drive you got enough to eat
Well, here's a sip of Aquafina
Mouth so pretty with lips like Angelina
I ain't neva seen a chick look like such a winner
Shawty got an extra bite, she got a little foreign in her house
She give it to me wen we had to do it, do it
She was makin' funny noises like ouit, ouit
She was lookin' at me funny and I know I wasn't buggin'
Shawty give the kinda sounds like I was dik
And now it's rushin'
(Ooh)
She's blazin' up
She's blazin' up the Gucci man
It is from the wildy Fuck because the side and up
U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup
Because she's blazin' up
She's blazin' up the Gucci man
And it's from the side and up because the side and up
She a man uh a wanton fire
She's blazin' up
Final Warning lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Rock City, Bun B, Blood Raw, Ace Hood, Brisco, Bali, Lil' Scrappy & Shawty Lo)
[The Inkredibles:] It's so incredible
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Yeah it's the DJ Khaled Khaled Khaled
I do this for the projects!
I got the Mothafuckin Gutta on this track
I got the projects on this one!
[Chorus: Rock City]
You have no idea why you started
But guess this is your final warning
And boy we don't care who you callin
Nothing can save you know
Shotta youts will run up in your apartment
So you betta mind where you walkin
God damn man can to your target
Nothin can save you know
[Bun B]
See you dun push the wrong button
And Cross the wrong line
Stepped on the wrong shoe
Muthafucka it was mine
Time and time they get me out the tandem
Me are da true
I traded mine in
For caveman king
You don't wanna fuck with the Southside Gotcha boys
Ya'll ain't know trill ass niggas
Ya'll some boxy boys
And pull shots on boys
Scattered like a roach
And put that on the fifth
I'm the nigga you don't wanna approach
[Blood Raw:]
I was raised in the heart of the jungle
The belly of the beast
And this lick here sweet
I'm so flawed
You can put me on the front line
Ass back nicks
I don't represent the gun shy
Thing about the Street life
Homie I live
Wear my heart on my sleeve
And niggas gotta fear life
From the bottom to the top
East to the west
All I gotta say is Khaled
Nigga we the Best
[Chorus: Rock City]
You have no idea why you started
But guess this is your final warning
And boy we don't care who you callin
Nothing can save you know
[Ace Hood]
Yo Bdah Bdah Bdah
Khaled go let me see em
Hand me the fucking clever
Cause I got a fucking fever
For all the evil Kinevel people
who try to stunt
Call me Danny Glover
I'm lethal this ain't no sequel
Shoot you people while you sleepin
The grim reaper is out to lunch
Put holes in you mouth so you can't be found
And Khaled got my back
He gon shoot a hundred rounds
Bdddddddddddddah
So say hello to death
If you ever in my town
[Brisco]
I came from the eggs of a goddess
And the balls of a gigolo
All I had was 2 ounces
An old chevy and figuro
Blood shed apart my feet
And bad vibes got a nigga rockin voodoo deep
Lord forgive me I know not a better way
And pop has tried to stick me
Damn I need some better ye
Ring the Alarm
Tell em people come come
Look at what the fuck the Briscgun YEAH!
It's the Final Warning!
[Bali]
Khaled these niggas talkin
I'm an orphin
And leave a hole in his head
Like a dolphin
Fuck a hole in one
Ain't golfin'
I'mma put his whole unit in a coffin
Cause any nigga fuck wit my pocket
I'mma open his ass off
Like suicide doors
Any badass niggas
Y'all scared of that lake
I'mma tell you once don't be scared of the dre
[Chorus: Rock City]
You have no idea why you started
But guess this is your final warning
And boy we don't care who your callin
Nothing can save you know
[Lil Scrappy]
I'm usually cool
But know I gotta bet back
I tried telling ya
Ain't wit'cha death threats
I let my nigga know
Tell em go hammer that
And it ain't gon take all day
We know where you live at
Ill bet ya hide from ya neighbors
Keep em mad shawty
That's how we kill em babies
Holla Khaled
And tell him I'm on the way now
I just had to hit a lick in the A-Town
[Shawty Lo]
Look at me it's shawty
So bossy
And I don't feel like that
Can't stop me now
Ya See what's Haapnin
Big shit dun popped off
I'm the best nigga
you can ask Khaled
you can ask Khaled
you can ask Khaled
I'm the best nigga
[Chorus: Rock City]
You have no idea why you started
But guess this is your final warning
And boy we don't care who your callin
Nothing can save you know
Shotta youts will run up in your apartment
So you betta mind where you walkin
God damn man can do your target
Nothin can save you know
Fuck The Other Side lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. The Dunk Ryders, Trick Daddy)
I'm on my way nigga
Fuck the otha side
That side ain't shit
Niggas can't fuck with me
[Chorus:]
Now It's a Special way I fold my flag
And I'll bust ya head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up)
Cause bitch I'm Alive
[Verse 1:]
Yeah and I can't even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high
I'm doin' sign language, Screamin fuck the other side
Flawgin' ass niggas ain't nuttin but some liars
We beat niggas have bitches like god
Them boys in that all black wild
Mouths get wide
An bitches get dumb
And bodies gettin lef in the middle a da club
And yeah we love dro
More den any otha hoe
Guns standin from the ceilin to the mothafuckin flo'
An we get it an we go it's like we get it from da sto'
Leave it in the weight house with a dickey full a blow (My Nigga)
[Chorus]
Fuck The Other Side
And I'll say it twice, Fuck The other Side
We in this bitch deep smellin like a pound
And if you really want it you can get it right now
[Verse 2:]
Now everybody like why you do it like that
Why the hell every day you be in that all black
Fresh Pair of J's and you kno they all black
Still posted in the hood with my dawgs countin stacks
This Shit ain't nothin new, they know how I do it homes
Seven tre (73) Big body sittin on chrome
Hood On Swole, Everybody on lean
I'm Smokin on Dro with a Hoodrat Bitch
Goons on the line and they ain't got shit
But we good over here, tell em get like this
Standin in the trap with my lil' young jits
Gettin off sacks, what you know about this Bout This
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yo you don't really want it, cause you can really get it
You can catch me in that dickie or that 305 fitted
I ain't worried bout a busta, I Ain't worried bout a hoe
If a nigga try me than I'm gonna kill that mothafucka
Fuck the other side, I ain't gotta say it twice
All I do is say it once and my niggas on point
And Then you see them black flags, turn into them black masks
Niggas pullin' choppas out,
like they off in baghdad put em in a black bag go
and get ya check cashed if ya yell at anybody
ya might get ya neck slashed now there's a special
I hold my mack yeah yo there's a special way I fold my cash
Blood Money lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Brisco, Rick Ross, Ace Hood & Birdman)
Ha yeah, Triple C CMB, nigga
Poe boy, boss what it is, nigga?
Birdman, what up?
The goons to be king
How you love that pussy, nigga?
Yeah, blood money
The definition
I'm clutchin' on my slippin' in
The way I'm feelin' right now
A bitch can get the business
Just know my niggas squeeze on side
The only problem is we doin' this head knock
I told Ross, we gon' show 'em how the gutta do
Yeah, all black skis black ones and the jumpsuit
Slide in the slider, in and out night vision
Scopes on the AR to hit 'em with precision
And did I mention this one here's
For the thugs dummy? A little drugs bunny
We did it off of blood money, more pieces of crown vic surround us
We runnin' up on niggas, they jumpin' off of counters
One time for my allies, I'm a poe boy, that like my guns super size
CMB what it is? I'm cookin' up them kids
I'm countin' blood money
Ain't mad 'cause I love money
Came up gettin' drug money
We countin' blood money
Ain't mad 'cause I love money
Came up gettin' drug money
We talkin' drug money
We talkin' blood money
We talkin' blood money
Straight blood money
We talkin' drug money
It's drug money, it's drug money
Drug money
Okay, we gettin' from us servin' weight, get it 'cause we servin' gay
See the way we get the cake like every day's a borin' day
Blood money and I'ma count it till they come for me
The feds hate it, they mistakin' me for Blanco buddies
I'm puttin' blood, sweat and tears for this cash money
I'm talkin' crooked unidentified bags of it
I'm talkin' yellow table paper, put the tags on it
You play with mine bet I turn you into crash dummies
Better not need heaters, I spit them shells like the Beatles
I have my people go see you, I squash you out like a cheater, nigga
I for that drug money underneath the rug money
My niggas love money, yeah, I'm talkin' blood money
I'm countin' blood money
Ain't mad 'cause I love money
Came up gettin' drug money
We countin' blood money
Ain't mad 'cause I love money
Came up gettin' drug money
We talkin' drug money
We talkin' blood money
We talkin' blood money
Straight blood money
We talkin' drug money
It's drug money, it's drug money
Drug money
Hammers in the hummers, sticks in the lids
Sweets in the trunk, streets gimme sneers
Money comin' fast, blood comin' slow
Who dem boys with the H? Feds wanna know
Gators on thief, neighbors gon' sleep
You dealin' with a G and the haters gon' see, boss
I'm in the dealership with a duffle bag
Couple Mazaradihs, couple hundred stacks
Far from peaches and cream, niggas deceased on the scene
I'm just countin' my green, chillin sippin' my li
Keep investigatin' 'cause you got a job
Better keep your vest on, bitch, 'cause we got a mar
I'm countin' blood money
Ain't mad 'cause I love money
Came up gettin' drug money
We countin' blood money
Ain't mad 'cause I love money
Came up gettin' drug money
We talkin' drug money
We talkin' blood money
We talkin' blood money
Straight blood money
We talkin' drug money
It's drug money, it's drug money
Drug money
Well, I'm the mob chief, givin' orders, callin' all the shots out
Make a nigga understand, we gangsters, we don't play out
Came from under the sand, lift my own weight up
Bought a house off the curb was patient, so it paid up
No pleasure and pain, homie, just the price for the flight
Don't get'cha head chopped, fuckin' with them five stripes
Eagle land it went south now we got the cake
Paper plate money every time I hitch a state
High on this pressure life, famous from the mud
Got the game from some old heads, I took it up in blood
Yeah, the only price nigga is a price
A mill on some whips, a hundred on ya life
I'm countin' blood money
Ain't mad 'cause I love money
Came up gettin' drug money
We countin' blood money
Ain't mad 'cause I love money
Came up gettin' drug money
We talkin' drug money
We talkin' blood money
We talkin' blood money
Straight blood money
We talkin' drug money
It's drug money, it's drug money
Drug money
Yeah, the big things, 100 big dog status
CMB nigga, poe boy yeah, 100 bitch
Holla back
Defend Dade lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Pitbull, Casely)
Khaled check this out right.
I know we global now, world wide 305.
But I see that they are trying to bring down the movement.
I'm telling everybody in the crib they can bet on me.
One time, new Diaz (that's right)
Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me. [x4]
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)
You're back won't last with checks you can't cash.
Keep disrespectin', in the the everglades they'll find ya,
I'm not from San Fransisco, but the chopper of forty-ninya.
I grew up listenin to Lou, and... and... and pumpin Trick
Them boys done open doors, so respect is owed.
I got love for Rick, and congrats you made it,
I was a fan from the mix tape you sold me at Foxy Ladies.
I seen them trying to bring you down, but f**k that dog you one of the greatest!
Khaled mix 96er, but even back then though you had haters.
I remember the Temple at Oynx, I was too drunk to get in,
I was still outsider selling Chronic you know gettin it in.
I remember Ump beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the win.
Ya'll can try to stop Miami but this shit will never end.
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)
You're backs won't last with checks you can't cash.
One time TS, two times Fat Joe.
I remember them boys in Wynnwood hood stack short.
I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti, all running with zozs.
Banana Azuri, soft drop top that's fo sho.
Flo Rida, Groundhogs always show love before.
Dammit been paying dues, now it's my time to blow.
Even when 50 come through, he don't roll no less than 50 zozs!
Cause they will push your shit back, way back to trues and vows.
My dog Noseshaker, come through the block on something clean.
Sounding like an earthquake, he is what these dope boys dream.
Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a Brinks truck.
That's them Miami boys don't get it mixed up.
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)
You're backs won't last with checks you can't cash.
I'm Mr. 305, I'm a part of Miami's Heat.
I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am Miami's street.
Low key and stay quiet, that's how these chicos in Miami eat.
I love it when these boys come from out of town and thinking Miamis sweet.
All of them down looking for pussy, trying to Miami skeet.
That's when they run up in they hotel room and give them a Miami treat.
When the choppers start a raining, it's hard to stop a Miami leak.
That's what they get for thinking Miamis just Miami Beach.
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY!)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY!)
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY!)
You're backs won't last with checks you can't cash.
Hah, You know how this ain't a neighborhood right?
Don't let your mouth write a check your ass can't cash Ha ha ha.
If the moneys on the wood, it's all good.
But if the moneys out of sight it going to be a fight.
And the last thing you want is a fight with the 305, ha ha ha
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