Take That Off lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Vado & Jeremih)

[Hook:]

Miami cruising, bad kind

Collins drivin all hoes around

I just spot hittin

I throw it up

Actually... booty good as fuck

Take that off, take that off

Stayin on top of me, this my part

Down down, put it down, let it elevate

Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight

[Verse 1:]

Duffle bags unzipping, paper tags was driven

Play the stage, club livin

With a bucket full of women

Couple bands, low denims

If that's yo man go with him

I need a boy to go get em

Every car's ours, we don't rent em

And my hap back be a snap back

Black T with them black shap

That's me if my ass stack

Her hair long, her swag crack

QV and some strapped flex

Hove on it, her bag max

Since 21 I've been the black Jack

Cary on, no nutsack

[Pre-Hook:]

That's crazy, that's crazy

I saw him when he pull up in that Mercedes

Why ask when I don't want what you like?

Been countin since all the money on the dash

Man, that's crazy

[Hook:]

Miami cruising, bad kind

Collins drivin all hoes around

I just spot hittin

I throw it up

Actually... booty good as fuck

Take that off, take that off

Stayin on top of me, this my part

Down down, put it down, let it elevate

Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight

[Verse 2:]

Aks Jeremih, still be frontin, I'm very fly

Hop out of them white ends

With the blue check like I'm verified

Play the block like I don't care, I put it on you, Tom Teryiok

Word to Jane, I'm merry hah

Fuck the truth on that heavy lot

Take that off, take that off

My niggas quick to let that off

Caps in the air like I head up

I'm trapped off, too many bad chicks to back off

Da Vinci kicks with the strap off

This nigga sick like the bad cough

[Pre-Hook:]

That's crazy, that's crazy

I saw him when he pull up in that Mercedes

Why ask when I don't want what you like?

Been countin since all the money on the dash

Man, that's crazy

[Hook:]

Miami cruising, bad kind

Collins drivin all hoes around

I just spot hittin

I throw it up

Actually... booty good as fuck

Take that off, take that off

Stayin on top of me, this my part

Down down, put it down, let it elevate

Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight

[Verse 3:]

Fuck up Mitch, you be limpin

The green house, the whole team on

On any couches we standing

We tryna live what ya'll dream bout

King of diamonds we wearing

Bring the iron, we airing

This thing devours, ain't sharing

All these bitches round me, they starin

And she hoped in and got crazy

I'm swerving lanes, I'm going 80

I'm zig zaggin that M6, automatic and stick shift

She more than happy, want a quick fix

I told her grab it, get a quick lick

And I pulled up like my dick in

It got one eye like Slick Rick

[Pre-Hook:]

That's crazy, that's crazy

I saw him when he pull up in that Mercedes

Why ask when I don't want what you like?

Been countin since all the money on the dash

Man, that's crazy

[Hook:]

Miami cruising, bad kind

Collins drivin all hoes around

I just spot hittin

I throw it up

Actually... booty good as fuck

Take that off, take that off

Stayin on top of me, this my part

Down down, put it down, let it elevate

Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight

Weed & Hennessy lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado)

[Hook:]

A wah wi waan

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

[Verse 1:]

Drive out the truck

Drive out the car

Ride out the bike

Gyal cock up pon the back a wah mi like

Load up mi cup

Gimmi a spliff

Gimmi a light

Champagne pop, fly like a kite

Mi just get a new gyal

And seh call up you crew gyal

Mi and mi dawgs

Dem a gyallis usual

How wi do gyal deal with it crucial

Real boss, have papers fi burn

Holiday weekend, tables a turn

Most of your money straight like perm

Hotel presidential suite confirm

[Hook:]

A wah wi waan

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

[Verse 2:]

Then you no si the whole place tun up

Then you no si how dem yah gyal yah stand up

Batty cock out and dem a push up stomach

And the whole place tun up when the big Benz come up

College gyal she dem love mi swag

Scream off stage when mi throw mi rag

Mi no haffi brag

But mi know mi bad

Trap lord fi the gully God

Trap lord, trap lord

Wi ever fresh wi no stale a road

Trap lord, trap lord

Every ship and every plane a load

[Hook:]

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

Helen Keller lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kat Dahlia)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Miami!

Dade County!

Lets ride!

[Verse 1: Kat Dahlia]

I’m from Miami, bitch

Yeah, that’s Miami streets

And all the haters want to push us, try to give us heat

Baby, we live in heat, so drop that shit and drop the beat

Lets party in my streets and leave the hotel room with dirty sheets

I’m no holds barred, baby, I’m gung ho

They sayin’, “Girl, you ain’t Jamaican, accents got to go”

And I say, “Hell no, hell no”

I got Jamaica in my lungs, it’s that good hydro

I got that Barbee flow, I’m feelin’ irie

Party, work and chill on the beach all day

Got Corona in my hands, got that iron in my blood

Got my toes in the sand

And my God is the Sun

[Hook:]

I’m shakin’ up the game, trying to test my luck

Living life everyday, by what comes up

Yeah, I’m working on some things

Getting my weight up

I’m Helen Keller to the hate

I’m sayin’, “What?, what?, what?”

I’m shakin’ up the game, trying to test my luck

Living life everyday, by what comes up

Yeah, I’m working on some things

Getting my weight up

I’m Helen Keller to the hate

I’m sayin’, “What?, what?, what?”

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2:]

We in that heat wave, where people ain’t phased

Workin’ to get paid

This town, they don’t play

The girlies like, “Yay”

They like the heart race

“White girl” on a white girl’s face

And I’m [?]

We do it for the trills, trills, trills

We got enough bills, bills, bills

So keep poppin’ them pills, pills, pills

I’m chillin’ in my [?]

Bring my girls to the damn party

Bro, don’t touch me, I got my own money

If you want a drink for free

Show my girls your body

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

My town likes to party all of the time, all of the time

Take me down to prime

Give me a steak, if it’s bloody that’s fine

Got a roach in my pocket, took Mary J to dine

Let me clear my throat

(Yeah, yeah)

Have mercy babe, I hope you don’t mind, mind

I’m on a fucking boat

(Yeah, yeah)

And I’m thirsty babe, pass me the champagne, pagne

[Hook]

At The Top (It's Just Us) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado)

ArmzHouse Records

Dem no waan, you reach nowhere

But a money over enemy

A that the youth dem a seh

But right now at the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just just

Or if you can't stop it just hush

At the top, it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

Sit back an mi a watch time pass off

Wa that a the big Benz blast off

Tell wolf in sheep fi go take dem mask off

Mi no Kevin Heart but mi have the last laugh

Now yo si mi house big with the grass off

Straight K pop the champagne cork off

As mi wake go through mi gate

Mi spend a hundred G's fast fast

Mi can't bother wid the small talk

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

Call mi, call mi, the million dollar man

Yuh si mi look to the left yuh si a million dollar hand

Always have a million inna mi plan

Bullet proof glass when mi role out the van

Enemies a team up, enemies a plan

Where are they now, mi can't understand

Me God choose wid the golden shoes

Always a win when mi try hard for lose

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

Dem no wan, you reach nowhere

But a money over enemy

A that the youth dem a seh

Dem no wan, you reach nowhere

But a money over enemy

A that the youth dem a seh

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

At the top it's just us

Kiss The Ring (2012)

• Shout Out To The Real
• Bitches & Bottles (Let's Get It Started)
• I Wish You Would
• Take It To The Head
• They Ready
• I'm So Blessed
• Hip Hop
• I Did It For My Dawgz
• I Don't See 'Em
• Don't Pay 4 It
• Suicidal Thoughts
• Outro (They Don't Want War)
• Don't Get Me Started (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Aktion Pak (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• B-Boyz (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track) 

Shout Out To The Real lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Meek Mill, Ace Hood and Plies)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Free Boosie, real nigga

In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga

I used to say, "I know how you feel, nigga"

It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas

Had my hood hating now they came up

I don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff

Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked

Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up

Friends turn to foes when you're in a row

Model bitches turn to hoes cause a nigga froze

Got them people taking pictures, let a nigga pose

Cause I get paper reading scripts, you ain't getting shows

Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac-10

Better be soaked in it when I’m back in

I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston

And I ain’t got an album, man, I got these niggas falling off

I’m gone

[Hook x2: Meek Mill]

Shout out to the real niggas (Salam)

And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)

I’m popping bottles with my real niggas

It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type

Seen a millie, now it’s hard for me to sleep at night

I’m the type to flood the rollie like it's New Orleans

Bet that all my niggas ball like I’m Mr. Clean

From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter

I’m 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter

Used to run the streets, but now I’m running every summer

Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover

Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass

Know they hating, I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags

Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacy Dash

Plus my rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad

Free my niggas locked, free my nigga caged

Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page

Niggas love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg

Hate to see a nigga shining like some marmaro

Loyalty over royalty that’s my common law

We The Best: the logo, and I'm with my fucking boss

He just tell me murder niggas would think of Holocaust

Kill the hottest young'n in and what you niggas thought

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Plies]

They took a half of M nigga out the bank nigga

If you want to whip 'em pussy nigga, blank nigga

And I put that red dot right where you think nigga

Hood nigga still wearing cuban linx nigga

I’m on the ave. nigga riding in a cutlass

You that talking nigga, you know you a pussy

A real nigga, real life, no rap shit

And I can promise you this ain’t what you want, bitch

Dialed me and still ain’t a real nigga

‘Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real niggas

When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga

And we some kids to tell you that we the real nigga

And they ain’t telling none of my young nigga to chill, nigga

We all shooters, nigga, and all us on the pills nigga

Ain’t got a yacht, but nigga the size of Shaquille, nigga

And before you try anything you better write your will, nigga

[Hook x2]

Bitches & Bottles (Let's Get It Started) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne, T.I. & Future)

[Hook: Future]

Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded

Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest

Better load up the cartridge, get the car it's inside it

Let's put some ice on your watches and designer on your body

Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles

Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles

Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles

Bitches and bottles, let's get it started

[Verse 1: T.I.]

I'm turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho

My neck rocky like Balboa, my watch official, it's uncalled for

In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fours

They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I want yours

I'm stupid rich got stupid bitches, who stupid thick in Louboutin

Don't like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then

Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame

I won't entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run shit

Boy you tryin' to get what I been here, headed down for like 10 years

I'm gettin' it in til it's unreal, let's say one album, like ten mill

Plus my swag is stupid low IQ (gone) hurt nigga feelin', I don't try to

But when you ballin' like I do, you know something nigga, don't like you

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

It's Tunechi, you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy

Sittin' on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion

Ballin' on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em'

They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off, piss test em'

Man I'm on that lean, liquor for the bitches

Whom fuckin' with me? all I hear is crickets

I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses

She on that Molly, I'm on that Mary, I'm on that Mary like Joseph

Man I'm married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter

Dick stay up like it got insomnia

All them niggas hatin, fuck ya in ya pussy

The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone

[Hook x2]

I Wish You Would lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kanye West & Rick Ross)

[DJ Khaled]

I’m so serious!

[Kanye West]

One, two them boys coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, hide your bitch

(Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

They said, thou shall not be ill

Thou shall not feel

Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real

Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills

They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas high for real

Every year gon be our year

Every year gon be my year

These niggas really is out here

These niggas really is out here

The block is at war

Post traumatic stress

Ran up outta pills

Rob that CVS

Niggas getting bust over In God’s We Trust

We believe in God but do God believe in us

If we believe enough, will we ever get to know ‘im

That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen

I’ve been poppin shit for too long

But still reppin’ where I came from

I guess it’s how I came up

I wish you would try to play us

[Hook - Kanye West]

I wish you would nigga

I wish you would nigga

I wish you would nigga

I wish you would nigga

I guess it’s how I came up

I wish you would try to play us

[Rick Ross]

My money on a another level

In the streets I hear ‘em hotter than the fucking devil

I wonder how I got a hundred in my fucking bezel

G5, make it rain, I can change the weather

We fly, them niggas lame, where your fucking cheddar?

Aim at your brain, AK be the fucking letters

Fuck niggas fall in alphabetical order

Frank Lucas fur, the cap run more than the quarter

I’m at the fight, ringside, right next to promoters

All my niggas still hustle consider ‘em roguish

I remember catching buses just bought me a Lotus

All your codes get decoded, know the niggas you quoting

Hunh, my corner will scorch ya

Somehow my flow is the coldest

Money, power, respect, the only thing’s truly important

Family first, Khaled we gotta stay focused

God Forgives and I don’t

Pussy niggas unnoticed

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga

You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga

You see these niggas’ll try to play ya

Know how ya feel nigga

Eh yup, that’d be the day you wanna kill a nigga

But you gon chill nigga

Just for your kids nigga

Cause now there’s kids doing grown man biz nigga

You just got home nigga

You tryna live nigga

Me I don’t wanna do another 5 years nigga

The boss is testing yo ass

The feds’ll question yo ass

They be drug testin’ yo ass

And then they pray you don’t pass

And then you look in the sky

You got some questions to ask

With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac

Cause they’ve been poppin’ shit for too long

Still reppin’ where I came from

I guess it’s how I came up

I wish you would try to play us

[Hook]

(ROZAY!)

Take It To The Head lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Chris Brown, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne)

Another one

DJ Khaled

Working all winter

Shining all summer

I ain't no beginner

You scared to

Take it to the head

Don't think about it (be about it)

Don't be scared to take it to the head

Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots,

I'm gone

Take it to the head

I'm in my zone

Damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots

I'm gone

Now we gon' get fucked up

No excuses no apologies

[Rick Ross:]

Reputation for g's, that's the role of a boss

So amazing to see, black baguettes in my watch

She say love is for free, just expensive to shop

But it's nothing to me, that extends from my block

I got a lot of figures, I'm a father figure

She know a lot of niggas, don't know a hotter nigga

Come to the winners circle, a lot of men will hurt you

But I'm here to nurture, I wanna take you further

She got all them purses, I say in my verses

YSL and Hermes and barely scratch the surface

She know on purpose, as I peel the curtains

I always make her nervous, this record's perfect

Take it to the head

Don't think about it, be about it

Don't be scared to take it to the head

Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

[Nicki Minaj:]

Yo, reputation for bussin'

Pussy open, it's nothin'

Big fat nigga, all that huffin' and puffin'

Take me shopping in France

And he pay in advance

He got big balls, ran a play in his pants

Ran away with his money just to chill on the Island

All my bitches is stylin'

Beaches and eating Italian

This is real shit, real shit

On the real, nigga fuckin' wit a real bitch

I ride for him, DMV

Stamina, GNC

3 letters CMB

Competition, I don't see any

Take it to the head

Don't think about it, be about it

Don't be scared to take it to the head

Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

[Lil Wayne:]

Reputation for tasting

I'm killin' 'em hoes like Jason

Got that pussy like medication to patients

Got my eyes closed, like Asian persuasion

Fuck with me baby, it's Tunechi baby

Buss a nut, smoke a blunt, now I'm rejuvenated

With all that pink on, bitch I'm King Kong

I eat her ice cream, she eat my ice cream cone

Pop a pill and pop that pussy

I bet you Tunechi make her throw away that silver bullet

And she kiss me on my neck and she kiss me on my chest

And then she…

Take it to the head, (yeah yeah)

Don't think about it, be about it

Don't be scared to take it to the head (yeah yeah)

Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

[Lil Wayne:]

Young mula baby!

They Ready lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. J. Cole, Big K.R.I.T. & Kendrick Lamar)

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

And you know it don’t stop

Grindin round that clock

Masterminding my second album

My first album just dropped

Scored a touchdown on my first down

Niggas thought I was gon’ flop

See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops

And we still duckin cops

Ride around and take shots

Hennessy for my enemies

Niggas know I’m takin they spot

Cause that score up on the play clock

Show just how I came from way back

Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop

Get a grip

Oh that’s your dream car? Nigga that’s my old whip

Oh that’s your dream girl? Nigga that’s my old bitch

Oh that’s your new flow? Nigga that’s my old shit!

This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Hook: Cole]

One for the money, two for the show

Three for them hoes saying anything goes

They say they ready for whatever!

They say they ready for whatever

I been around the world, twice to be exact

Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back

They say they ready for whatever!

They say they ready for whatever!

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]

Shawty look what we got

My bass beat and it knock

Got the old school in my old school

Bout to post up on yo block

Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped

I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop

So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain’t slammin doors on they drop

Y’all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I’m not

So when it come to snappin’, Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y’all pop

You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop

Say that’s yo new car? Nigga that’s my old slab

Say that’s yo new bitch? Nigga that’s my old stab

Oh that’s yo new flow? That shit sound so trash

This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Hol’ up, but don’t forget about Compton nigga

One for the money, two for the show

Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row

That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote

And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know

I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow

And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that’s not the instrumental

Now pick up my coat

You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I’ll drag your ass to the floor

Bitch, I can admit, I’m a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is

Telling the doctor I’m sick, head doctor I’m needing your lips, yea

Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won’t ignore it,

Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that’s when I switch gears

Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh

The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp ’til I break it, uh

Bitch I’m demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it

DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain’t no challenge

Ain’t it

[Hook]

I'm So Blessed lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Big Sean, Wiz Khalifa, Ace Hood and T-Pain)

[Intro:]

Can nothing stop me now

Yeah

Dj Khaled

Yeah

Ohohoooo, no

[Hook:]

Man I'm so blessed (I'm so blessed)

I got the Lord on my shoulders

I'm alright (I'm alright)

I'm alright (I'm alright)

Ain't got no stress (Ain't got no stress)

My people with me they celebratin' the life

We livin' life (We livin' life)

Now sing it with me

If you've been working hard

If you believe in God

Sing it with me

Can nothing stop me now

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Yea, yellin' fuck a 9 to 5 boi

Even if I gotta work from 9 to 9 boi

I'm self made, self paid and I got my city watching

They threw me in the game

I threw up numbers like an auction

'Cause I do it, do it, do it

Like it's no other option

Fat asses, big bottles

When I'm around they both get poppin'

I talk about girls and money

Too much I admit, way too much girls

Too much money, those 2 things that don't exist

And I think It's so impressive I'm riding in the back

Young and black 'cause I'm chauffeured and not 'cause I'm arrested

Getting richer every year, you can grasp up my progression

Got the finest with her shirt off and skirt off

Showing her blessings

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

I wonder what the haters got to say now

They mad I'm on top of my game and they down

I'm always repping for my gang I stay down

Ain't gotta go back to my hood 'cause they 'round

And the niggas that's next to me it's all the niggas that stress with me

I done made it from the bottom and they say I did it on my own

So to me that's destiny

If anybody got a problem I just tell 'em to get on their grind

Try to to see as much checks as me

And my wife is a goddess my tree is the finest

A click full of real niggas that's just the one thing about us

They showin' us love, but I remember back then the niggas would doubt us

We used to go out but now when we go out all the people surround us

They screaming my name, I'm repping my city it's me who they proud of

So fuck what the lames about wouldn't me no game without us no game without us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]

Been hated on, I been doubted

Been talked about and mistreated

Still put in the work that I needed

Now I'm living the things that I'm dreaming

Got my mama straight and my daughter good

And my team right 'cause we eating

Been broke before and now it's open doors

I got the dopest flow and they seen it

God keep away all them demons

Been patient dog I've been lenient

Been holding out I've been fiending

Long as God with me don't need 'em

When you winning everybody want a dap up

Gettin' money now your friends wanna act up

I don't really give a fuck I'm a go hard

No stress, couple cars in the front yard

We the best be the logo, getting money with a mogul

Upgrade from the 2 to the 4 door

Top down so blast it, it's yolo

One time form the XO

Ace Hood got these rap niggas petro

Fied No lie nigga day know

From the bottom to the top only Lord knows

[Hook]

Hip Hop lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Scarface, Nas & DJ Premier)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

This shit’s special

This shit’s special

DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Scarface]

And if I cry two tears for her

That will be the most that I would give to her

She left me stranded in my nightmares

Taking pictures of my memories she right there

Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep

Always on my mind so I can’t sleep

She used to tell me she was all mine

Now the only way I see the broad is online

I’m doing drugs trying to feel you

I’m killing me trying to kill you

I built my whole life around you

I thought I found it all when I found her

Shopping sprees on whatever coast

How’d you really feel, I may never know

And as I ride through these streets

With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the sweets, I..

Realise, some things never change

Once in love and it’s gone you don’t look at it the same man

Fuck love, cause she don’t live here

I’m soaked in blood but I’m still here

Hip Hop heartbreaks, straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes

Got a nigga feeling like I up and left ya

Get away now you all in the lectures

Being studied by the college’s professors

Now I regret the day I met ya

I’ll be the first one to say it

She ain’t the one you want to play with

I fucked Hip Hop

[Verse 2: Nas]

And if I cry two tears for her

That would be the most that I can give to her

I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr Dre, O’Shea

And a host of those who passed away

Today I’m Drake, I’m Wayne, 2 Chainz

You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit

Then you’re a slave to your grave, you won’t get out, you cannot quit

She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm

But the Source to her heart is love, word up, right on

You know how girls are, she love when you licking on her World Star

Kissing on her belly, trick on her and onyx

Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic

But she’s the object of my affections, God’s essence, God bless her

She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings, made some friends resent me

For writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet

She took me to places I would have never saw without her

And she took me from my girl powder

I doubt I’ll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name

Give me strength so I don’t do this dame like Orenthal James

Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari

Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I’ll be sorry

But I tried her, used to ride her, for dollars not the fame

She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean

She’s a middle-aged cougar, showing young’uns the dream

Notice she wasn’t breathing for a second then I screamed

“She’s dead!”, and everybody took it out on Nasty

I was just looking out for my music family

Wasn’t trying to claim her to myself, she’s yours

You can have her she’s a muthafucking whore

I fuck Hip Hop

And if I cry two tears for her

That will be the most that I would give to her

I Did It For My Dawgz lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana and Jadakiss)

[Hook]

I did it for my dawgs (I did it for my dawgs) [x8]

Oh Lord!

[Rick Ross]

Hundred in the mula got more diamonds than a jeewler

Top down on the car, might be riding with a shooter

Nigga down to do ya, I aint fucking with a curl bar

Nickle plated ruger have you in a box on Worldstar

Duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga

Where I’m from you call the fuck nigga

Pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the visa

Courtside sportscenter, I can make you a believer

Everybody going broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it

Hundred kilo’s in the beemer, boy don’t make me get excited

Couple milli on the neck like I’m tryna get indicted

Got a mansion, got a yacht, bad bitch and a tiger

Real niggas, taking over televisions

Dope boys riding in a new set of benzes

Hot boy, Young boy, still on fire

What’s a death sentence cause we all gotta die

[Hook]

[Meek Mill]

Sittin’ on them M’s, mad shit is gettin realer

Got my hood looking like [?]

Buying all these foreigns I be in and out the dealer

Just to let my niggas hold on when they rollin, it could kill ‘em

And these suckas, I don’t feel ‘em

I don’t even see ‘em

I’mma die fly, Rest in Peace Aaliyah

Half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here

If all your jewels fake, how the fuck we gon believe ya

Said I did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs

Everybody ridin’ till you sit ‘em in the morgue

Started with a [?] now I’m sittin’ in a Porsche

With the shooters right behind me

Shit, you looking at a boss

Rose gold rolie on my wrist, flawless

Hundred bottles send ‘em to the vip, ballin’

Basketball leather in the Benz, Spalding

Ya’ll niggas talking, fuck is yall retarded?

[Hook]

[French Montana]

I did it for my dawgs

Did it for them niggas with a vision like a boss

Did it for them niggas in the kitchen with the salt

Now I’m in that white thing, 500 horses for my niggas in the [?]

But got bikes in my hand and a drop head Rolly

Staring at the ceiling when I wake up in the morning

My dawg doing life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin’

Play with my paper, run up in your offices

It’s the ’012 Ice Cube nigga with the Raider hat

A maniac nigga, where the paper at

Highway to life, need a hundred mill exit

50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace

[Hook]

[Jadakiss - Verse 4]

Yo, watch who you drinking with

Watch who you smoking with

1.7 in my safe when I open it (cash)

If I put 7 in ya face, will I open it

And I know tomorrow aint promised but I hope it is

Love to get acquanted with you

Stay and tear the jail up

Did it for my dawgs so I had to put the bails up

Get them thangs off so I haven’t put the scales up

Treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut

Choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself

Versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt

Yeh the pills is flying but the smokers is something else

If the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt

The dough got ‘em bringing in the broads

Obvious the flow got ‘em screaming for the lord

If there’s money on ya head what you think is the reward?

I aint do it for myself, you know who I did it for?

[Hook]

I Don't See 'Em lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Birdman, Ace Hood and 2 Chainz)

[Hook: 2Chainz]

If I stand next to ice, then I'm camouflaged

If I stand next to lights, then I'm camouflaged

My future's so bright, that all I see is stars

My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads

I don't see you broads, I don't see you broads

I don't see you broads, I don't see you broads

My future's so bright, that all I see is stars

My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads

[Verse 1: 2Chainz]

I'm criminal minded, winter coat climate

Cold. Fucking up your sinus, bitches might

Choke, I'm giving them the heimlich, I'm a

Pimp in my own fucking rhyming, you my side bitch

UGH... Two chainz, two pinky rings

I like to play with Lucille's: B.B. King

You don't fuck with us, we don't really fuck with y'all

Stunna bought some Yatchs, We in the ocean playing bumper cars

Pocket full of money, bitch, and my crew eating

Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel

Plated pistol, this's my last shot

Just left the dealership and the cashed out

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Black shades, gold chain, and a Versace scarf

Swear you haters couldn't see me if I glowed in the dark

What it be like nigga? What it look like ho?

Still shining a nigga, two chains looking like it's lightning doe

No love for you bustas, keep on steady stuntin'

Mo' bottles of Rosé, yeah you know who run it

Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames

Mister Fuck-your-bitch-and-leave-her, that's my code name

I'm blowing money in this bitch, I think I'm Birdman

Trapping ain't dead, getting money like the bird man

Bad bitches, whole lotta ass

Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]

In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hog

Dry when shining, I'm a movie star

Open up the bank bitch, bring em large

Flip em and we bust em, then we ship em off

Perpetrating'll get your head bust

A hundred million, 'll get you dope flush

A new Bentley, you get a ho rush

Big money shit, we popping cause we came up

Hella choppers, on them new thangs

Big yachts, brand new wings

Them hoes yapping, cause they know the frame

Cardinal, Ten Carats on my pinky ring

[Hook]

Don't Pay 4 It lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Wale, Tyga, Mack Maine and Kirko Bangz)

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]

Say I ain't trying to pay, for it

Man I'm too playa for that

Too many bitches in the world right now

That'll fuck around and pray for that

Say I ain't trying to pay, for it

I don't pay for no pussy

I won't pay for no pussy

And I ain't buyin' no Gucci

Say I ain't trying to pay for it

I'm a motherfucking G

And I should make these bitches pay me

Say I ain't trying to pay, for it

Hell naw man I'm too throwed

Niggas stay getting shows

Make a lot of money, never trick to these hoes

[Verse 1: Wale]

Pay for that, not me, no hell

Y'all the one that bring the c-notes out

This is K.O.D., now they wait on me

Cause if I do not arrive, there wouldn't be no show

Wale, Wale

Hear you talking, but I cannot stay

Chicks evolve but I cannot stay

I spit the raw, I leave a gay bitch, late

Turn your date to a lake, turn your 8 to a great

Turn a nine to a damn! without paying for the date

Throw the bait, ain't no John

You done broke the safe just to get those broads

You been playing the Uno but you getting no drawers

And I poke her face and let her hold no cards

I ain't even tripping, or paying these women

Got plenty fish in that ocean and my rod game is so vicious

And my sharp show is at 4: 15, can I use the rip in 5: 15

Now I 62 cause I get the loot, and she's gon' kiss the ring but no wedding

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga]

Clap that ass, bitch, turn up

Nigga kill the pussy, call it murder

Swerve in the Murcielago

Me without a foreign car, man that's unheard of

In the Maybach, king with my feet up

Curtains drawn, bitch scream when you see us

High give me lead up, work toward nigga

2500 for the sneakers, dope ass nigga, no beeper

I was 16 with a Beamer

Glock with the watch on Aquafina

Niggas going, hyena

Getting pussy posted up at the deener

Now we pull up, post in Medinas

With light-skinned bitch like Gina

Aston, Martin

Man I'm motherfucking cold like Kesha

Stop signs, Simon says

We don't give a fuck, we run them

Like Tommy Young, been barely men

Man broke niggas, we don't live with them

I don't fuck around, I just fuck her friends

Got eagle doors on that brand new Benz

And a threesome with two twenty twins

I'm rich, bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]

(Bitch I'm Mack Ma-I-I-I-ine)

Trick what? Lace who?

Baby girl, that ain't what Maine do

Before I chase you, I replace you

Before I break you off, I'm a break you

Matter of fact, fuck you

Got a hundred chicks on my tour bus

Asian chicks, they adore us

I'm feeling like the nigga on the chorus

(Got this drank in my cup

And I'm 'bout to roll up)

Man this bitch talking too much, dawg

(I done came down, hold up)

Heard a nigga say pimping was dead

I showed them my watch and corrected them quick like, "Nah, niggas you're scared"

Now go get you some bread

See it's...

(Money over bitches, and bread over bed

Tell a bitch that I know Khaled, and she take it to the head)

Shit

Shit, one go to store for me

Got another one that's trying to ho for me

Hopefully, she bring more hoes to me

And reverse the game and make em bring dough to me

[Hook]

Suicidal Thoughts lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado)

Ahhhh haaa

Pass the Guiness

Yahhh

Gully Gad, from Kingston

Yahh yahh

We the best music

So suicidal, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

So suicidal, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

So mi say be careful a di road dem weh yuh walk

Some a carry drugs and some a dem have dutty heart

Chat in front yuh face, dem wah fi kill you when you pass

You dem woulda lost

So it's best if you nuh talk

Am on another level like a Noah wid dah Ark

Am mi nuh fair di devil with the fork

Touch Gullyside guns smoke and guns bark

All a mi enimies dead off

So suicial, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

So suicial, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

Every street, every block

Gullyside and a me

Tell dem we the best is just a family

From Kingston, Jamaica to Miami

We taking over, lead mek dem falla we

Sing this

Every Gangsta pon dem corner

A some di marijuana

Far as dem eyes can see

Mi a di real thing

From New York to California

To Arizona dem haffi set we free

Old Gangalee

God if you with me

Show the light just let me know

Light just let me know

You know, hands in the sky if you with me

It's the gullyside life you know

You now... you know...

So suicidal, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

So suicidal, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

Outro (They Don't Want War) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ace Hood)

[Waitress:]

Guan guan Mista Khaled

What you want today, the regular?

[DJ Khaled:]

Nah, give me the steamed fish

With some white rice

And give me a champaigne cola

And give me some water with some lemon on it

You feel me?

[Waitress:]

Alright there, no problem

So what your friend want?

[Ace:]

Nah I'm good

[Waitress:]

Alright then, me soon come back

(Waitress giving the order to the chef)

[DJ Khaled:]

So check this out right

It's all about the money

It's always about the power

It's always about the respect

Straight up

I don't see 'em

[Waitress:]

Yo Khaled der be some thugs out to the pre

I don't know if you want me get dem out side

I pray

[DJ Khaled:]

Hey yo check this out right

You tell 'em to come through bring them to me

And let them know they have a choice

Everyone has a choice

[DJ Khaled:]

Heard them people seeking problems with the Godfather

Shockers keep them llama get your head trauma

Pussy boys rather see me dead, mama

Instead I'm in that Maybach texting William Roberts

Riding through the city with my hammer close

Pray to Allah that this trick does not have bash results

Self made all it took was faith and lots of hope

Understand this the realest shit I ever wrote

Arab from the middle east Jerusalem

Duplicate me will never be I'm hot as Lucifer

Palestine mastermind, rowie face, bezels shine

Smoking good, counting paper, tryin' to dodge the Babylon

Yeah, I'm well respected and that's on any block

Talk about the gutter you just pray to make it out

Puffing ganja with them wassels with them dreadlocks

Cracking lots with them mobsters get your dog shot

I'm fucking molding, foreign without an owner

Motherfucking neighbours bought the whole corner

Bought the whole block, stuntin' on you fuck boys

We the best of all, gotta get that young boy

Gotta let me get 'em

Nah Ace, they don't want war

Just let me get 'em

Nah Ace, they don't want war

I got 'em, I got 'em

Nah Ace, they don't want war

Cause that's that shit we came for

[DJ Khaled:]

Steamed fish was amazing, matter of fact

Let me get some jerk chicken to go

Grabbed me one of them lemon pie theories

And let me get some of them cash you theories too

And give me another champaingne cola

But let me ask you a question

What happened to them people asking about me

You supposed to bring them to me

[Waitress:]

Dey no sai mistar Khaled

Dey say me one thang one dat you

It let those take their next chance

And dem boi just

And just cut, gone, cut

[Outro:]

Hahahaha, I always told my dogs everyone got a choice

Everyone, kiss the ring

Don't Get Me Started - Ace Hood (feat. DJ Khaled)

[Intro]

You don’t want to get me started ho

You don’t want to get me started ho

Ace Hood

We the best, YMCMB

[Hook: Ace Hood]

My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake

Was on the block every night, was on the block every day

I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame

I kept it real from the joint and that’s just how I remain

Don’t get me started, don’t get me started

My nigga, my nigga don’t get me started, don’t get me started

My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded

Cause a nigga wanna think it’s sweet then try me

Don’t get me started, don’t get me started

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]

Ok now clique full of niggas with tempers

Clique full of niggas and killas

When they cut me I don’t pay them

With the two them nigga eyes remember

I’m the same lil nigga from the block ho

And I drive still walk with the Glock on

I’m about that cream, guaplage on

Don’t get me started up ho

I come to whip in the Phantom

Y’all niggas really can’t stand it

Them hoes really be jocking

Diamonds that got them watching

Say Ace ain’t getting’ no money

Pussy, I beg your pardon

You don’t wanna get me started

You don’t wanna see how I’m ballin’

Ok ok, what it look like?

Well that good thing got and it’s good night

With a bad bitch, she’s so thick

She rolling, I know this

And her neck gon' froze, better know that

Act up, I smell like a Kodak

And these niggas these niggas

These niggas these niggas

These niggas these niggas won’t hold back

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Ok them pussy niggas be hating

Focus on what I’m making

Came through in tha Phantom

Them pussy niggas can’t take it

Spit big bread on my chain

Still on stroke with your main

I’m rich nigga like yea nigga

They hoping I stay the same

They say I changed when I got fame

Bitch niggas, they complain

Flat black in that 2 door

Nigga must think he Bruce Wayne

I’m like damn hood what it be like?

Hold 'em down as your knee lights

New bitch like every day

Swear to God you won’t see her twice

That purple that got me leaning

They don’t wanna get me started

Come on this hook, no phonics

Introduce this shit and go retarded

Chopper in the trunk in case your mood swing

Extended clips that’s standing tall; two chain

[Hook]

Aktion Pak lyrics - DJ Khaled

(performed by Mavado) 

[Intro:]

Seh dem ago diss who

Seh dem ago diss me

Chatty mouth dat man

Dem bad like me

A chat dem a chat

Yap dem a yap

[Hook:]

Gullyside wi a action pak

Wi no cuss cuss wi no wear frock

Gullyside wi a action pak

[Verse:]

Tell dem anything a anything

Any deejay Hennessy, any focal chemistry

Fi rise against di god is a deadly sin

Mi a go a foreign an mi naan come back

Mi have di house pon di hill dem seh mi cyan don dat

Mi no listen dutty teeth pon di street dem love chat

Any missa man violate mi done chat

Mama tell mi seh son please keep yo calma

Am getting older mi cyan tek di drama

Mi memba who sell mi out dem naan go see

Mi si death round di corner mi hot like Botswana

Mi ash like a ginger mi coulda never rest

Mi have a sticky finger

Mi no gal mi no carry pretty finger

Mi style mek dem duck and chick through window

Am ready now, who did a chat

[Hook:]

Gullyside wi a action pak

Wi no lip lip wi no parrot

Gullyside wi a action pak

Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak

Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back

Right now wi a action pak

[Verse:]

Well any day dem think dem can diss mi

Mi mek Jamaica a fi re write history

Mi new style hot up dem head like a Frisbee

Mi fire furnace turn up cuz mi fans dem miss mi

Mi so serious now dont even smile at me own

No deal in cotton paper clashing is fa olds

Diamonds an gold am at the south pole

Am touching yo girl and wrap her in my lui fury coat

[Hook:]

Gullyside wi a action pak

Wi no lip lip wi no parrot

Gullyside wi a action pak

Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak

Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back

Right now wi a action pak

[Verse:]

Fi rise against di god is a deadly sin

Mi a go a foreign an mi naan come back

Mi have di house pon di hill dem seh mi cyan don dat

Mi no listen dutty teeth pon di street dem love chat

Any missa man violate mi done chat

Mama tell mi seh son please keep yo calma

Am getting older mi cyan tek di drama

Mi memba who sell mi out dem naan go see

Mi si death round di corner mi hot like Botswana

Mi ash like a ginger mi coulda never rest

Mi have a sticky finger

Mi no gal mi no carry pretty finger

Mi style mek dem duck and chick through window

Am ready now, who did a chat

[Hook:]

Gullyside wi a action pak

Wi no lip lip wi no parrot

Gullyside wi a action pak

Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak

Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back

Right now wi a action pak

B-Boyz lyrics - Birdman (feat. DJ Khaled, Mack Maine, Kendrick Lamar & Ace Hood)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Talk about it, make 'em talk about

Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it

And your life to me is lifeless, like its livin' on life support

I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart

Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego, next to me and violence

Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one

And I musta won that from anybody who had it, or better yet forgot it

Mack in the back of a 'Lac, with a mac in the back of the 'Lac

With a latch on the back of the trunk

Hit a punk in the back with a pump, in the back, 'till he's off balance

And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent

And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop, wanna cop anybody's allowance

Iraq on the block, he watch for the block or whatever

And cut, no cut, more guns, more guts, fuck boy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin'

Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, back flip head first smilin'

C-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'

On you bitches, TDE, YMCMB business, bitch

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby

Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey

Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive

Need a new save money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis

Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish

Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em

Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal

Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma

I'm super paid, 2 shows a day

My rollie gold, no time to waste

What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother

Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma

Hot as the summer, cold as the winter

Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber

Young nigga, got a lot of flows

Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger

Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it

Third Ward soldier, suicide rider

Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter

Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti

Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models

Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales

Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail

Fr-fresher than I been before

Higher than we even been, shining on them 24's

Junior doing time ho

On the grind ho, while he doing time ho

[Interlude: Mack Maine]

Ya know!

The time is money and money still was made baby

Eight months ain't stop nothing nigga

It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers

That's why when the babies grow up damn they be like us

I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers

Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers

Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy

My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy

My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand

And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand

Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam

Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn

I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch

To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche

Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force

Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?

I went from making money from people with crack habits

To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket

Amen

We The Best Forever (2011)

• I'm On One
• Welcome To My Hood
• Money
• I'm Thuggin'
• It Ain't Over Til It's Over
• Legendary
• Sleep When I'm Gone
• Can't Stop
• Future
• My Life
• A Million Lights
• Welcome To My Hood (Remix) 

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