I'm On One lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)
I get 'em up
I'm on one
I get 'em up
Fuck it I'm on one
I get 'em up
I said I'm on one
DJ Khaled!
[Drake:]
I'm getting so throwed
I ain't went this hard since I was 18
Apologize if I say, anything I don't mean
Like what's up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And what's up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy
But get it while you here boy
'Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy
and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got
Tripping off you 'cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient,
Me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate your rumours, hate your bullshit
Hate these fucking allegations,
I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it!
[Drake:]
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'mma sip until I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done
And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older so somebody should've told ya
I'm on one
fuck it, I'm on one
I said I'm on one
Fuck it, I'm on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit
'Cause I'm on one
I said fuck it I'm on one
[Rick Ross:]
I'm burning purple flowers
It's burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognize the red bottoms I wear
Check it.
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills
Boss
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I'm out on bond I might be facin' 8
Still running with the same niggas 'til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain't fair
Khaled
And it's double M G until I get the chair
[Drake:]
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'mma sip until I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done
And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older somebody should've told ya
I'm on one
Fuck it, I'm on one
I said I'm on one
Fuck it, I'm on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit
'Cause I'm on one
I said fuck it I'm on one
[Lil Wayne:]
I walk around the club, fuck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Too much money, ain't enough money
You know the feds listening, nigga what money?
I'm a maid nigga
I should dust something
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
Huh, ain't nothing sweet but the swishas
I'm focused might as well say cheese for the pictures
Oh, I'm about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I ain't buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to your world like the Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov
It's a slim chance I fall, olive oil
Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how I got it
I'm killin' these hoes I swear I'm tryna stop the violence
[Drake:]
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'mma sip until I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done
And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older somebody should've told ya
I'm on one
Young mula baby
Fuck it, I'm on one
YMCMB
I said I'm on one
Fuck it, I'm on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit
'Cause I'm on one
I said fuck it I'm on one
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
DJ Khaled!
Welcome To My Hood lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Rick Ross, Plies, Lil Wayne, T-Pain)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood
(Where the hood at)
(Where the hood at)
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it everybody got it
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevy's
24's so you know we roll heavy
Welcome to my hood
They outside playing hopscotch
And every know this is the hot spot
Welcome to my hood
Them boys will put you down on your knees
(Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police
In my hood
[Rick Ross]
Audemar on my wrist
Diamond, look like they glowing
50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing
Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin'
Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em
Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz
I got possession of a federal offence
I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent
So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt
Like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck ya house note nigga
Blow that bitch on a bottle
The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back
Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that
[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Plies]
I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga
I'm talkin' Norieaga, nigga, the real Norieaga
If you ain't from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us
And tell congress when you see 'em bitch I'm stealin' cable
And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us
And why is the half of my whole hood on papers
Some are on house arrest, some are on child support
Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court
Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note
Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo
I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores
We throw our money round here, but y'all can..
[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad
And they say time fly's, well mine's first class
I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets
I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach
Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass
Pockets on Monique
Bitch I'm from the murder capital
Hoe, I'm far from practical
Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to
Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot
I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot
All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out
Got it sewn up, check the thread count
[T-Pain - Chorus]
Money lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Young Jeezy & Ludacris)
[Young Jeezy]
I can’t even walk
My pockets too heavy
Got that 40 on me now
Them choppers too heavy
Told ‘em you gotta fall back
I can’t sneak you in the club
Said I’m in the car you need me my nigga
Nothin’ but love
Last blunt [?] so much smoke I can’t see ya
Ain't over here, look I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Talking so many bitches we got bitches on bitches
Way she moving that ass I think the bitch got switches
Pull up to this bitch Escalade full of killers
Now only thing realer: Escalade full of scrilla
Louis V to the back, half a rack for the snap back
Wiz Khalifa’s on the coupe I’m talking black and yellow flapjacks
[Young Jeezy - Hook]
When I talk I be talking ’bout money
So please don’t talk to me if you ain’t talking ’bout money
Weed, coke, ecstasy, nah we talkin bout money
Don’t know what went wrong with me, cause I be talkin bout money
We talkin’ bout money
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
[Ludacris]
LUDA!
I’m talkin’ ’bout money you never seen, hoe
The incredible hulk, so much paper I’m turning green, hoe
Green giant, I want it, I buy it
Y’all just ballers on a budget
Your money’s on a diet
And I’m laughing you such a riot
David verse your Goliath
Let my money talk for me
Hear ‘em, be quiet
Hamilton said “was happenin’?”
Jackson said “wat it do?”
Grant chucked up a deuce
My Benjamin said “fuck you”
Ahhhhh
It cost money to fund a war nigga
I’ll have you laying right on the floor nigga
And take you higher
I’m a lover not a fighter
But if a rappers gettin gassed
Than I’m the first one to light her
[Young Jeezy - Hook]
[DJ Khaled]
More money, more problems
So bring the problems
I love it
This We The Best Music Group
YMCMB
Bitch I don't see you
Get your money right
Hustle Hard
I’m forreal about this shit
Get money!
[Young Jeezy - Hook]
I'm Thuggin' lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Ace Hood)
[DJ Khaled:]
Yeah, DJ Khaled
Mean Mug Music
Waka Flocka
Ace Hood
This Gon' Fuck The Streets Up
This Gon' Fuck The Clubs Up
[Chorus:]
Police kicked my door in shawty last night
I'll Be Damned If I Don't Go Out With A Fight
My Girlfriend Says She Needs Some New Shoes And A Bag
I Told Her Shut The Fuck Up And Get Off Yo Ass
I'm Thuggin' [x4]
Middle Fingers To The Cops And The Judge
Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug
God Bless A Nigga So Bitch I'm Out Here
Wear The Wrong Color You Can't Come Around Here
So Get Your Mind Right And Your Pistol Close
Hoppin' Out That Ride Into Your Place Like A Seminal
All My Niggas They Thuggin'
My Lil Cousin Got His Chopper Chrome
Any Niggas Want Problems Take Your Top Off Block The Metrodome
It'll Make A Loud Noise Sound Like It's World War
Never Break A Sweat That's What Them Killers For
I Get Money Hoe, On Some Real Shit
Deck Of Hundreds On Me
That's Just What I Deal With
Waka Thorped Out And We The Business
See Me Off To H.A.M. I Bet Your Niggas Deal Quick
Mama Pray For Me, Commit A Lot Of Sins
And It Don't Make It Better Consumin' A Lot Of Gin
Blood, Sweat And Tears I Pour My Soul Out
Smell The Flowers Bitch I Might Just Pull A Rose Out
[Chorus:]
A Young Nigga Fucking Bucking With His Treads Loose
Middle Finger All The Fans Cause I Said To
Now Where My G's At?
Now Where Them Dope Boys?
Now Where My Niggas Who Be Thuggin' On The Corner Four?
Hands In The Air, Throw Your Hood Up
Hoppin' Out That 7 Tre, Them 6's When I Pull Up
Now Where My Bad Bitches Who Keep Their Ass Phat?
I Love A Bitch Ain't Scared To Throw That Ass Back
And I Keep Them Real Niggas
Homie That's A Fact
You A SuperDuck, I'm Talkin' Aflac
My Nigga Storped Out, Thorped Out
Stupid Treads In Them
Soles With Them Stone Mouth
Club stupid packed, it's a mad house
Catch you sniffin' by yourself, and then you assed out
And homie that's word, my niggas gon' learn
See that red in blue, I'm runnin' out my Converse
[Hook]
It Ain't Over Til It's Over lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mary J. Blige, Fabolous & Jadakiss)
[Fabolous:]
I said we the best at making this green
I swear Mountain Dew ain't got nothing on my team
F is for the family that’s holding me down
I think niggas know who run this town
A is for the action I’m all about
Blow a nigga head off, kill all the doubt
B is for the big boys with the grown money
And bad bitches who ain't gotta spend their own money
Shots of ‘Tron at like 4 in the morn’
It ain't over 'til it’s over, Loso I’m gone
[Mary J. Blige:]
Lights stay on, they don't fade
Take my last call, don’t hold your breath
Everyday make something outta nothing
Move a mountain and still keep running
Never come down, make no mistake
They can say oh that my end is on the horizon
When I wake, all I see is the sun rising
Just when I thought I said all there was to say
I get the last word,
It ain't over till it's over
Just when I thought I did all there was to do
I give my best to you
It ain't over 'til it’s over
Ooh-oh ooh-oh
It ain't over 'til it’s over
Ooh-oh ooh-oh
It ain't over 'til it’s over
[Jadakiss:]
I smoke weed, you sip on lean
People always sayin’ what the hell is that mean
J is for the justice I did to the game
Lot of these niggas that's on is lame
A is for the way I airs ‘em out
Coupes by the two’s I pairs ‘em out
D’s for the dope that a nigga still pumpin’
12 hour shifts got the spot still jumpin’
Rockin' on 'til the block is gone
38′ is snub nose but the choppers long
[Mary J Blige:]
And everything takes time so they say
But it's been on my side everyday
Every second gone is another way to come up
Bend the corner, crash into the jackpot
Twists and turns I can take
They can say they do that my end is on the horizon
When I wake, all I see is the sun rising
Just when I thought I said all there was to say
I get the last word,
It ain't over till it's over
Just when I thought I did all there was to do
I give my best to you
It ain't over 'til it’s over
Ooh-oh ooh-oh
It ain't over 'til it’s over
Ooh-oh ooh-oh
Legendary lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Chris Brown, Keyshia Cole & Ne-Yo)
[Keyshia Cole:]
You know, I've seen some things...
It's important to stay strong
Wassup DJ Khaled?
It's your girl KC!
[Chorus:]
If not they, then who?
Can carry on the weight of this world?
If not they, then who?
Will make sure all the people know how it feels
To be legendary!
[Chris Brown:]
Baby don't cry no more
Cause I'm here to show you the way
I know you got some fight in you
So don't make losing so easy
[Hook: Keyshia Cole]
Everybody's gonna fight
And everybody's gonna fall
But the ones that get up
Are always the strongest
Oh I can't imagine if I
Never went through nothing
I wouldn't be a fighter
And I wouldn't last the longest
[Chorus:]
If not they, then who?
Can carry on the weight of this world?
If not they, then who?
Will make sure all the people know how it feels
To be legendary!
[Chris Brown:]
Legends are born and created
Nothing's free, so I take it
It takes the determination! (We goin' in)
The nation!
[Hook: Keyshia Cole]
Everybody's gonna fight
And everybody's gonna fall
But the ones that get up
Are always the strongest
Oh I can't imagine if I
Never went through nothing
I wouldn't be a fighter
And I wouldn't last the longest
[Chorus:]
If not they, then who?
Can carry on the weight of this world?
If not they, then who?
Will make sure all the people know how it feels
To be legendary!
[Ne-Yo:]
I promise I'm a do it better than
Anybody's ever seen.
That I will be everything that everybody told me
I would never be
Got my feet on the ground, the wind at my back
My head to the sky. (Won't stop now!)
No, not ever
You can see in my eyes
I will be legendary
[Chorus:]
If not they, then who?
Can carry on the weight of this world?
If not they, then who?
Will make sure all the people know how it feels
To be legendary!
[Spoken: DJ Khaled]
I remember when they told me no!
I looked them right in their eyes and I told 'em yes!
Don't let nobody stop your dreams!
Keep winning!
Rise to the top!
Keep your head up!
Young world! The world is yours!
We the best! YMCMB
Sleep When I'm Gone lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Busta Rhymes, Cee Lo Green & Game)
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
About to change the game
DJ KHALED!
WE THE BEST FOREVER
Cash Money, Young Money
I'm for real about this shit
Let's go
[Hook: Cee-Lo]
I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing
Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)
I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay
Naps to my treasure, yay ay
(Time's on the side, whoa)
Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
[Verse 1: Game]
They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related
Cause I'm the most slept on, and the most hated
Hated, hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card game
And I'm playin' spades, gamblin' with y'all change
Fuckin' basketball wives, while you at away games
Really fuckin' basketball wives, ain't gotta say names
Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train
Niggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great dane
Try me, end up like why me?
Team full of animals, like I coach the heat
Four floor mansion, close to the beach
6 car garage, that's how I'm supposed to eat
In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks
Flaggin' down the waitress, wavin' my Rolex
[Hook:]
I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing
Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)
I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay
Naps to my treasure, yay ay
(Time's on the side, whoa)
Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, I don't survive the test of time doin' this shit so long
And only rest to rise again homie, I sleep when I'm gone
Look, a legend while I'm prime, and so current and they hate this
The streets classified me as another level of greatness
I don't fight for crowns at all, I let whack niggas bitch
And let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shit
Listen, see I don't waste time debatin' over those things
Because I'm God motherfucker, God create kings
Watch it, I'm hearin' that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine
The piano soundin' beautiful and sad at the same time
The feelin' of a funeral, so study you niggas
Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggas
See now there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away
'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day
Khaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love it
And realize every thing is hotter when we touch it
[Hook:]
I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing
Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)
I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay
Naps to my treasure, yay ay
(Time's on the side, whoa)
Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
[Verse 3: Game]
Ayo Khaled, let this shit breeze
It's poor lil' rich nigga, that's me
Smoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheesh
Can't stop now, cause I'm in too deep
1.5 wide, every 2 weeks
Niggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out
Life is short, then please, my kids gon' ball out
They kids gon' ball out, 20 years from now, pullin' cars out
You gon' think cocaine gettin' hauled out
Ass gettin' chipped in, crystal meth gettin' dipped in
All cause you let a nigga slip in
Aftermath, '05, G-Unit, '06
Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip
Sittin' on the couch, smokin' up memories
Pourin' Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies
Fuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy
Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy
[Hook:]
I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing
Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)
I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay
Naps to my treasure, yay ay
(Time's on the side, whoa)
Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Can't Stop lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Birdman & T-Pain)
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Shinin', grindin' on the shine
Flippin' all the time
When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin'
Cash Money flippin', shit them everytime
When we grindin' cause we gettin', flippin' the change range
And doin' different thangs, hittin' the same lanes
But flippin' didn't change
Yeah, higher then we ever been
More money, now more money, cause we ballin' in
[Hook: T-Pain]
You know I can't stop, I won't stop
I feel like everybody's trying to kill me
So I don't stop, 'till I'm on top
And God keeps telling me I will be
If you with me then salute, you know what to do
You know what to do
Put your hands up in the air
You can make it through
All you gotta do is
Put your hands up in the air
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Shinin' bright lights, hotter then them other lights
The real life flash mash on the same night
More money, now we brighter then we even been
Hundred thousand poppin' bottles, bitch we goin' in
Crystal lights, blowin' on that Khaled dro
Turkey bag, hundred thou on the marble floor
Rainbow, red bone with the triple color
Hurricane, make it rain, bitch every summer
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yeah it's on deck, straps on deck
Sticks on deck, Stunna island, private jets
Put the house on Gin, and nigga we place the bet
From hundred G's to flippin' hundred, bitch we hit the liq'
High on the hill, the view above the falls
Smashin' in the field, 100 balls [?]
You know how we do it, bossin' up grand news
Uptown survivor, money really shoot
[Hook]
Future lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Wale, Vado & Big Sean)
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit records
They hustlin'
[Ace Hood]
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em
He just told me kill 'em
100 for the Beamer
Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it
Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked
Keep the Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast
See me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street
Swear I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry
Lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T
Pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying
Greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy
More money, my remedy, pockets on, heavy D
Bitch I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by me
Wrists in the air, anti-freeze, can it be?
I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my house you can meet my maid
And you give a damn you can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, push that lade, hop to the whip, no top on mine
Niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie
I been paying my secret client, talk to [?], what I resign
[?] your house, about to sign
[Meek Mill]
We the motherfucking best
Word to my mama
Wild presidential, got me feeling like Obama
All I want is change
And my niggas they wanted the same
I wanted the money
And never the fame
I turned into something they never became
Through all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept burning and it's my turn and
Real nigga my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving that was payback
Nigga where that cake at?
I want y'all to see now
I feel that love, I feel that hate
I put it to your mug, you gonna faint
When that thing gonna fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gonna ride
Let me go hard like I ain't gonna die
Meek Mill!
[Big Sean]
Do it! OK
Smoke until I ain't got no lungs
Got it going down, no teeth
I call it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my language
When they twist and talk with they fingers
Man this ain't no sign language
Fresh out of the ashes it's a
Detroit fucking classic from when
MM got the masses. Trick Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah that motor be the fastest
Bitch, they call it Motor City
Cause I'm most likely to crash
Fuck it! Good thing I got a chauffeur...
Going broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style Bitch
But I overshine
Told em it's the quarter so I guess
We're going overtime. Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch. I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why they strung out
I'm like Jordan to you niggas
I might need to stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble/bobbled
Then landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my baby
And even buy you a bottle
That's how they talk to you?
[?] people like Versace
My pockets got paper on paper
This shit just look like a novel
100 thousand worth of ice on me now...
But it don't feel half as good
As grandma saying she's proud...
[Wale]
Forever dedicated, my poetic genius
Something they close to seeing
Tell em they close, they scheming
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here
We don't believe ya. Y'all run them?
We put a wreath on niggas' careers
We the best, Khaled
No need to stress, Khaled
Know there's a lot of artists
But I got the best palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, you think he really
Nelson Mandela
That's fire though. One time for the 305, though
That hydro make me tired, yo
My kicking be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight rope
That's hard to find
Hold the dough for me, I'm maestro, shit
That white whip shit
On the side, wrists slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing
Bumper cars. You niggas under cause
You should be unemployed
All you smokers Reggie, [?] making a bunch of noise
Who gonna tell me that I ain't going?
Young Folarin, you see them puters
That was my influence
[Vado]
The twin towers fell
Turning to Ground Zero
Kicking like Reggie Jackson, Nicki Barnes
Their hero, as I play?
Corleone like Bob De Niro
Been through it here though
Don't move with the weirdos
Dress pimping like?
Your house is on West and 4th
Mine is on West 6th
While I ride this Maserati
My Life lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Akon & B.o.B)
[Intro: DJ Khaled & Akon]
DJ Khaled
Konvict music
Cash Money Young Money
Let's go
[Akon: Bridge]
You already know the score, been down this road before
Gotta hold your breath gotta take it now
If you want a taste of my life
Nothing good comes easy
Gotta go hard believe me
Gotta risk it all
Gotta roll the dice
If you want a taste of my life
[Chorus: Akon & B.o.B]
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
If you want a taste of my life
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Yeah they wanna taste that rapper life
But the road to fame usually spoils the appetite
We live the type of dreams you wish for in the afterlife
But all that they can see is velvet ropes and flashing lights
Not everything is lavish life but in the mirror all I see is all the nights I had to fight
It's so ironic all I had to sacrifice but now I got the money I get everything for half the price, damn
[Verse 2: Akon]
You know Khaled everybody wants the good life
Nobody really wanna pay the price
No pain no gain na na na na
This might take a little longer
No pain no gain na na na na
It'll only make you stronger
[Bridge: Akon]
You already know the score, been down this road before
Gotta hold your breath gotta take it now
If you want a taste of my life
Nothing good comes easy
Gotta go hard believe me
Gotta risk it all
Gotta roll the dice
If you want a taste of my life
[Chorus: Akon]
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
If you want a taste of my life
[Verse 3: Akon]
They all wanna make it up to the top
Khaled they don't wanna give up everything they got
No pain no gain na na na na
This might take a little longer
No pain no gain na na na na
It'll only take you stronger
[Bridge: Akon]
You already know the score, been down this road before
Gotta hold your breath gotta take it now
If you want a taste of my life
Nothing good comes easy
Gotta go hard believe me
Gotta risk it all
Gotta roll the dice
If you want a taste of my life
[Extended chorus: Akon]
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
If you want a taste of my life
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
If you want a taste of my life
A Million Lights lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Tyga, Cory Gunz, Mack Maine, Jae Millz, Kevin Rudolf)
[Hook: Kevin Rudolf]
A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
I've got a feeling 'bout this one, and we still young, you know
I'm breathin' fire in your club
It's not my fault if your hearts grown cold
It's not my fault if your hearts grown cold
[Verse 1: Tyga]
New Hermes duffle bags
On the plane, see the sky through a little glass
20 hour flight, never jet-lagged
Sipping white wine, watching the sunset
Real love this close? I ain't never had
Sitting with you all day til the night pass
Damn, I ain't trying to fight that
But if we fall too fast, will the feeling last?
Now I'm lookin' over my shoulder, shoulder
Champagne, good dimes and good times, and now it's all over
But can't blame me for all that
You was bright, now your heart all black
Try to outshine the good with the bad
You a cold motherfucker, I ain't mad at you
Still shinin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
You gettin' old and your heart turn cold
Time-line froze, mad at the world cause you lived your life, but this the
Life that we chose
Lights on the road for the nicest road, I mean long-ass flights for these
Hoes
But we don't crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life
Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga live yo life
Ass nigga, you cook it with no spice
Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like
Hit her with that dope dick, now she's a dope fiend
And king, I'm lookin' for a dope queen
Uh, first thing baby: I'm ready to rock
Baby car goes high, man smash
Me does, Millz, Tyga, we give 'em the chills (Millz-y)
Keep riders, get birth control pills
[Jae Millz]
Uh, young money, bright lights
Lord knows I live for these nights
You're damn right, I'mma sip champagne 'till it burn my side
To the front, like Jeter
My diamonds ain't fierce like an episode of cheetahs, jesus
Mouth jewelry, loud speakers
Blowin' loud weed with some loud divas
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Uh, it's that summertime, money time
Gonna rhyme good time, when I'm done giving mine
Brown smoke, white engine out the silly lines
Pretty toes hangin' out the window to the finish line
Spikes pokin' out my kicks like a porcupine
Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, fall in line
Uptown dog, straight up from the south Bronx
How in Miami, Khaled outcome
You made us, they hate us, just to say the latest
Life nothin' like a movie, I just date a [?]
Remember it was hard trying to page wagers
Nice spittin' hard rhymes on the main stages
Independent, yeah I told 'em major later
We some independent niggas gettin' major paper
Shout to 'em, Stunna, Slim, Mack
We play for keep, so how we gon' give up that?
YMCMB, lights, camera, action!
[Hook]
Welcome To My Hood (Remix) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game, Waka Flocka Flame)
[DJ Khaled & T-Pain talking:]
I'm foreal about this shit, this the remix (welcome to my hood), let's go, remix, remix, remix
(Where ya hood at, where ya hood at, where ya hood at)
[Chorus:]
Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody and if I got it everybody got it
Welcome to my hood, look at all these old school chevys, 24's so you know we roll heavy (YMCMB)
Welcome to my hood, where they gettin fly like a G6, and everybody know this is the remix
Welcome to my hood, them boys will put you down on yo knees (woop, woop) that's the sound of the police in my hood
[Ludacris:]
Everybody on the corner with the work slangin & bangin in front of that liquor store
Blowin money cause I live life fast with this bottle full of yak I'm a sip it slow
Singles double when triple beams takeover
Now holla cause they impalas got extreme makeovers
Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street
Now wear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King beatdown
Kids hit with switches, mamas is qoutin scriptures
While Ludas gettin head, more gums than baby pictures
Cock my 40 glock and my partna just bought a replica
Now Asains sayin they don't keep no cash in they register (hurry up and buy)
We run from red & blue lights to get that green
But whoever got that white is winnin like Charlie Sheen
[T-Pain:]
Teddy pain, teddy pain, bad man, bad man
Mixed shots, boom boom boom boom boom bang
Man we the best never the less, you know we get it hot
Fire flame flame, fire fire flame
Put me on the track and I'm a really let a muthafucka feel it, when I do it, how I do it, what I do
If a nigga really wanna test (come and test), you can bet that I'm a eat em all day (fuck food)
850 what I represent, Tallahome Florida president
Me & DJ Khaled got these haters lookin hesitant
So keep all that wackness out my ear, (phew phew) that's the sound of your career in my hood
[Busta:]
I hope you niggas got your ringside seats, cause it's whoopass season
Comin to a hood near you, everybody know what happen when you see me comin (Back-Up!)
I be hurdlin & gotcha reguritatin & murderin everything gun shots bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Ya'll know what it is, I'm comin to get it & others are blockin
I'm runnin the hood and nothin can top it
You can google it and you can search it
On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible for you to stop it
More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the villain, he's adrenaline poppin
Need a medical situation because the way I'm fuckin everything until I'm peepin it
Why you tryna do what you already know that I'm the king with it
And, you don't wanna come behind me with it bro
Uggh, I killed this shit I ain't gotta rhyme no more
[Twista:]
Welcome to my hood where poor members of faculty backin me
If you wanna try attackin me, that could be when I eat em
Especially when I beat em, when they see a bunch of killas and hustlas on the side of me
I'm an anemole to em, put em on crutches
We'll sock ya lip first for you touch us, he one that's kickin our brothas
Much as I smoke the duchess and model bitches that cut us
And muthafuckas that love us, their enemies wanna touch us
I'm a spit a flow as if it was a sin, then the gangstas are restin forever
See a solid 4, then I'm a put it on the fin
Then you know to never test, it'll be a category F5
Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride
Love to the hundreds, and everybody that runnin the north
And my whole city and my niggas from the westside
[Mavado:]
(Wah Happen to dem!)
Welcome to di Gully weh we no tek Bad-up,
Big spliff ina mi hand di hennessy ina mi cup.
You see di girls dem we have up, it's like some angels had up
Dem phat and grab up... you ah 'ear me?
When you pass di gate written at the entrance
If yo violate, straight death sentence
If you live you must be great to be a snake; no repentance.
We comin at you with Vengance!
[DJ Khaled:]
Never slippin, I'm ballin, Puff keep on callin
I don't see none of you pussies, fuck that shit you be taklin
Rep Miami the ghettos (Dade County), every hood and the projects
And when I drop off my singles, I'm droppin one of my targets
Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits
I gave you "All I Do Is Win", I live this shit
And, we the best, it's no pretend
I touch a millions, throwin hundreds in this bitch
[Birdman:]
Real real nigga numba 1, hustle fly with my son
I come from uptown, G5 tommy gun
Red flag everyday, hundred mil ready to spray
Swagged out nigga, Bugatti with the paper plate
Blowin on some good nigga, feelin good nigga
Stunna island, Me & Khaled on the wood nigga
You understand, shinin like I know we should
Birdman YMCMB we good nigga
[Ace Hood:]
Ace Hood in this bitch hoe, kickin down in yo front door
Knock knock, you hear the glock cock and that thing pop on the 4 4
Posted up on that same block, I'm in the drop top holdin with that bank roll
Young nigga, I'm out chere
Can't name a place I can't go
Ridin round with my 50 grand
And they wonder what do that safe hold
Middle finga them feds and that's why I pledge a part of my g code
And fuck them prosecutors, hustla count a sewer
It's we the best forever, make sure you spread the rumor bitch
[Fat Joe:]
Good coke, hard ride stashes in the bodyshop
Only way to break them bricks down is karate chops
Niggas gettin left right in front of the mobile precinct
Leave em like them Jordans, red dot leakin
I'm 15 when I first startin coppin pies
You 46 just turnin blood, stop it 5
It's like the only way to make it is supplyin things
Who dreams dunkin over cars, let the choir sing
[Game:]
It's that black raw, black dawg pullin up on that black home
Compton that's my backyard, that's where I used to get them sacks off
But, now I got platinum plaques sittin in the back of the back
And I'm back with Dre again, Aftermath
We the best, Me & Khaled, Dre & Em
Detox red, that's back to the back
Step in the club with my hat to the back
Nigga I'm so hood even tho I'm livin good
Niggas still in VIP strapped with a gat
Drop a couple stacks then it back to the trap
Couple hoes in the back, red wheels on the lac
Red rum, if you try it niggas (westside) throw it up now
[Jadakiss:]
They knockin packs off, they lettin gats off
Medicate, benefit cards scratch offs
Savin every dime, tryna choke a quarter
And they ain't sellin crack, they sellin coke & water
Smokin or ya snortin, they coppin all the Jordans
Nothins more important, steal em if you can't afford em
I'm gettin to the money, I need another comma
Some of em love the drama, more than they love they mama
[Bun B:]
Welcome to the land of the trill, where everybody walkin with they hand on they steel
And, a model is a supply & demand any will
You went outta line with the wrong man then get killed
When ya damned if you will & damned if you don't
Lotta dudes sayin that they can but they won't
Lotta boys sayin that they g's and they ain't
Mess around, get laid down in the paint
Better do what you say, and say what you do
For I come around ya hood, broad day with the crew
They got them fists, AR's, AK's and them twos
And they will gladiate all day, what it do
R.I.P. to the trillest that did it, to my g's on lockdown
Stick with it, think I'm a stop reppin PAT, forget it
[Flocka:]
Welcome to Fulton county, my house got surrounded
The industry tryna drown me, but my hood still around me
Rookie of the year, no freshman cover
Shawty 16 years old, with 4 baby mothas
First rapper ever to jump off the stage on BET
And, since Pac go to Hollywood to keep it street
First Woo to put T. Rodgers on TV
Everyday it's a party on Grove street
[DJ Khaled outro talking:]
We the best forever, June 28th, it's gon be a hot summa
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