Jojo - Marvin's Room (Can't Do Better) Lyrics


JoJo decides to flip Drake's Marvin Room and give a female perspective.

New Music: 'Bosses' by Gucci Mane Ft. Teairra Mari


Gucci Mane Ft. Teairra Mari is performing new hip hop song called 'Bosses'.
This track is taken from Gucci 2 Time mixtape.

New Music: 'There They Go' by Freddie Gibbs & Dom Kennedy


Freddie Gibbs has released a new track called 'There They Go' featuring Leimart Park’s very own, Dom Kennedy on a tape called “Fuckin Wit Fred”.

Dropping New Mixtape: Lil Wayne 'Sorry 4 The Wait'

Lil Wayne Dropping New Mixtape 'Sorry 4 The Wait,' Collaborates With Lil B

Lil B hinted at this last night, now it’s official with the Young Money president on twitter.
The Young Money rapper has announced the title of his upcoming mixtape.
Can’t wait for this.

Video: Fabolous - MyFabolousLife On The Road: London

"MyFabolousLife On The Road: London," takes you behind the scenes of Fabolous' trip to the U.K. his upcoming album Loso's Way 2 and how he stays fresh. He speaks with DJ Semtex and Tim Westwood and goes on to perform at, "The Forum."

Mixtape: CyHi Da Prynce - Royal Flush 2


In stores now. New mixtape called "Royal Flush 2" is performed by CyHi Da Prince collabs with Yelawolf, Pill, Pusha T, Trey Songz and many more.

New Music: "I Love You" by Soulja Boy Ft. Nicki Minaj & Bobby V


Great collabs from trio rapper Soulja Boy Ft. Nicki Minaj & Bobby V with the song called "I Love You".
Another new track from Soulja Boy for the day featuring Nicki Minaj and Bobby V.
Check this sound out, you'll be like it!

Benny Benassi Ft. Pitbull - Put It On Me Lyrics



Put It On Me Lyrics is performed by Benny Benassi Ft. Pitbull

I don't see them haters
But they wanna be me
I don't see them haters
But they wanna be me
I see they girl and she leaving with me
I see they girl and she leaving with me

Kelly Rowland Ft. Big Sean - Lay It On Me Lyrics


Lay It On Me Lyrics is performed by Kelly Rowland Ft. Big Sean

[Kelly Rowland:]
Lay it on me baby lay it on me
Ohh lay it on me
Lay it on me baby lay it on me
Ohh lay it on me
Lay it on me put it down on me oh
Put your hands on my body
Lay it on me lay it on me
Now, now lay it on me

What time do you get out, I wanna see you tonight
What time will you be here, I wanna hold you tonight
I wanna just kiss you now
I wanna just touch you now
I wanna just give you all my love tonight

Ludacris Ft. Lil Wayne, Trey Songz - Sex Faces Lyrics


Sex Faces Lyrics is performed by Ludacris Ft. Lil Wayne, Trey Songz

[Ludacris]
I met this chick in motor city and her name was Lexus
Ass outta control and her chest was reckless
So we exchanged numbers, plenty calls and textes bout gaining
New friends and ex’ing our exes
In the back of my mind I just wanted to sex this
Gotta give her the D and some pearls as her necklass
SO I had her for dinner, woke her up for breakfast
Around 7:13 like Houston, Texas
She’s everything I hoped for in the bedroom
And like Tyra Banks I need some headroom
Cause she can suck a gold ball through a garden hose
I never sat her on the bench she my starting hose
I’m on point at Game time, y’all be garden hoes
Yeah she never plays games like the Parker bro?
And we be drinking Conjure by the cases
Meanwhile your girl’s been exchanging f-ck faces

Big Sean Ft. Lupe Fiasco - Wait For Me Lyrics


Wait For Me Lyrics is performed by Big Sean Ft. Lupe Fiasco

[Lupe Fiasco:]

Alarm clock said i'm too late
And they said i'm too weak I could use a few weights
So they said I took too long and don't look too strong
Well how long would you take?
Waiting's got me here in the first place
Another second, i've been second maybe third in the worst case
Now it's displayed in my wordplays
Moving weight, it's such a trap
Move and wait, you can't do that
I know i'm dope man but I can't move crack
And it's such a fracture when you're thinking 'bout your plans
But I try and bring it back before your brain hit the pan
Sean from Detroit, Lupe from Chicago land
But both of our chains say made in Japan
German engineers designed both of the Sedans
Ride with Mr. right on time, or stay Miss. another chance
Now, redirected at the girls, not an ultimatum just an option in this world
When things come and go, when the clocks never stop
Be on time for nothing, a little late for a lot

lyrics incomplete

Definition Of A Trap Nigga: Extra Grams [Mixtape]: Dirty Yella Ft. DJ Sense, Yo Gotti

Dirty Yella Ft. DJ Sense, Yo Gotti - Definition Of A Trap Nigga: Extra Grams [Mixtape]


1. Don Carlo La Familia Intro
2. Questions W/ Allstar
3. Playa Fly LA Familia Check In
4. Crowning me W/ Zed Zilla
5. Nasty W/ Gorilla Zoe
....and so on

23 tracks w/ 3 bonus tracks

[Mixtape] Buildin My Brand: CUB Da Cookup Boss

CUB Da Cookup Boss – Buildin My Brand [Mixtape]

Shifelife Records Presents CUB Da Cookup Boss – Buildin My Brand.

Yelawolf - YelaVision Blog #1 Video

New video from Yelawolf called "YelaVision Blog #1"
Check this out!

Yelawolf checks in from the UK for the first part of his new ‘YelaVision’ blog. Previous: [Video] Yelawolf – Daddy’s Lambo

Big Sean Ft. Wiz Khalifa & Chiddy Bang - High Lyrics


High Lyrics by Big Sean Ft. Wiz Khalifa & Chiddy Bang

Big Sean:

I don't give a fuck about anything, that you're telling me
Cause right now it's all, irrelevant
I'm so high I won't, remember it
And I wish that this could last forever
But maybe one night is even better
Real nigga mayne
All the people plotted with
Is the same ones I'm dividin' the profits with
Now I'm in the building like two planes bitch
Kickin' it with my shirt off, on some Liu Kang shit
Sleep with the sun up like I grew fangs bitch
I come alive in the night, on some Bruce Wayne shit
Livin' my life, gettin' high payments
Fuckin' with some new broads and they high maintenance
And they wearin' high heels, trip so we're high heels
Tipsy and high, rollin' zips, gettin' high man errthang' high

High, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang' high, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang' high, high, high, high, high, high
It's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go
It's time to go, go

{Verse 2}

I don't give a fuck about anything, that you're telling me
Cause right now it's all, irrelevant
I'm so high I won't, remember it
Cause' the penthouse 90 floors up
Make love andthen join the mile high club
Yeah I'm on camera, fresh out of a sex scene
I just turn all my nightmares into wet dreams
I'm in a new crib, so big, I'm talkin' town size
Sippin' somethin' cold, smokin' weed by the pound size
Yeah I gotta big head ho, I think it's crown size
Bitch I do it big, and I never plan to down size
People who talk shit, is feelin' like dickheads
Saw me on the web like I had a extra six legs
Lookin' at my highlights
With a bitch with highlights
Crowd wavin' at me, all tryna' say hi right
Everything high

High, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang' high, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang' high, high, high, high, high, high
It's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go
It's time to go, go

{Wiz Khalifa}

If you roll one up, I'mma roll one too
Oh you sayin' you don't smoke ?
Well that's all that we do
You be up in the club
I be up in the clouds
Ohhh, don't gotta ask me if I burn enough cause' we don't run out
Blow it by the o, even my fans smoke it
Cause' they throw it at my shows
Hidin' it when I travel in case the police gotta know
Rollin' it up in traffic
Make you smoke out of a bong, put you on different hashes
My chick is the baddest, my spliff is the fattest
I'm livin' so lavish
Gotta patch a lil kid tryna' get at this cabbage
My pinky ring a V8, I filled it with carrots
I'm popeye with spinach, till' the day I die I'm gettin' high

High, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang' high, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang' high, high, high, high, high, high
It's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go
It's time to go, go

I don't give a fuck about anything, that you're telling me
Cause right now it's all, irrelevant
I'm so high I won't

{Chiddy Bang}

I'm fly, my . . . on priceline
Truthfully I want this shit to last a lifetime
Simply amazing, we blazin' while we just right rhymes
Cold flow, ice time, breakin' down bright pines
Enough with all the beefin' I'm over it
Outta town kush, but they smokin' that local shit
I always knew that I would be the man
They ride the greyhound, but I'm more a peter pan, we the fam
Off the scale, yeah we about to break the richter quick
Loud years, work a thousand words we should picture shit
When I come to smokin' we have a certificate
I know them haters is wishin' we fakin', licorice
Fuck it we up, my niggas strong, give me another l
I need a high class chich that I might travel well
She familiar with fendi, comfortable in the chanel
And you errthang' high when you livin' swell

High, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang' high, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang' high, high, high, high, high, high
It's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go
It's time to go, go

Los - Marvins Room Freestyle Lyrics



[Verse 1 - Los]
Y'all niggas weak, I could fuck 2 or 3 on your roster
You the reason she found me, I'm the reason you lost her
I be blowing up her phone, always talking reckless
When she blow up my phone, I only respond with texts
Like "soon as I land in Texas, I'mma text you later
Don't take this out of context, but your ex a hater
It's time for you to fuck with a dominant man"
She said "when I step back and weigh it all on a scale
Your statements is thorough, his commas is frail
But I was only with him for the coins
Like Sonic and Tails"
As I was sliding off her jeans
Her phone started to ring
A name popped across the screen
I said:

[Hook - Los]
Fuck that nigga that shit is so whack
After you blow my brains out you can get him back
Dont fuck with these rappers these niggas clowns
I Guess your girl ain't safe neither the Crown

I'm just saying you can do better
Tell me have you heard that lately
I'm just saying you can do better(uhhhh)
Guess thats why these niggas hate me

[Verse 2 - Los]
So I ain't gotta smack a nigga up
My swag is sick enough to make these bitch niggas..
She said "you keep me in a fly mood
You got me on these sit-ups and
Off of fried food, morning jogs, yoga
Fresh bowls of fruit, it's like you
Introduced me to passion and now I know ?
You told the truth, so every time the past tempt me
I pass it up, that was a glass that was half empty
You like a black Bentley
A set of rubies, a precious set of pearls
My favorite pair of Louies
I said "damn, I can't ignore the fact
I appreciate the apparition and I adore you back
You got me feeling like I'm on one.."
And then her fucking phone rung
I said:

[Hook - Los]
Fuck that nigga that shit is so whack
After you blow my brains out you can get him back
Dont fuck with these rappers these niggas clowns
I Guess your girl ain't safe neither the Crown

I'm just saying you can do better
Tell me have you heard that lately
I'm just saying you can do better(uhhhh)
Guess thats why these niggas hate me

[Verse 3 - Los]
I walked up in the crib, that shit was candle-lit
She grabbed my dick, he ?
Said "can you handle it?
The next time you hit my phone, I'mma
Turn on the speaker while we bone"
I said "ooh! Scandalous!"
She said "nah Los, I'm really just rejuvenated
And I'd much rather tell the truth than fake it
Who am I kidding?
These effing actors are stepping backward
Call it a lesson practiced
There's nothing less than practice
Makes perfect, when you stressing wack shit
It brings the best shit out you
And I guess I'm about to invest in love
Love, is indef as fuck if you could end up
Just stuck with your limbs up
Just fucking, I'mma keep your chin up
I feel like I've been doing push-ups and
Chin ups, and stuff
Yeah, I got me back
I mean I got "I" back
I got to me, that's me again
You know I got my fly back
I said "you got it mami
They're the fake niggas
Just never dedicate yourself
To featherweight niggas
Life is a fight and life brings you
To light. Hate may bring rain
But brings nice things you like
I know it rains all April and summer's
Way better. But to get there
You gotta face the Mayweather
You got me feeling like I'm on one.."
And right then her fucking phone rung..

Eminem Ft. Royce Da 5’9″ - The Reunion Lyrics


Eminem Ft. Royce Da 5’9″ – The Reunion Lyrics

[Eminem]
Ayo, this next song is a true story (Come here, bitch)

[Intro]
Cause some things in this universe
Don’t make sense but somehow (Always seem to fucking work)

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Driving down I-75 about to hop on 696
I look over this fucking chick’s trying to fix her makeup
I’m like bitch, you ain’t a plastic surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor, I’m getting kinda ticked
You’re blocking my side mirror, she’s like yeah, so? I’m like so?
You gonna need a stitch you keep acting like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That’s a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I’ll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me?
Bitch reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fucking back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? Shut the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my last chick when
I accidentally butt dialed her
She heard me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snap back in that accent cause she kept asking me
To quit calling her cunt, I said I cunt, she said, Marshall

[Hook: Eminem]
You ain’t really like that, oh
You’re putting on a show, where’s your mic at?
Cause you’re breaking my heart
She said you’re breaking my heart

[Verse 2: Royce]
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall’s at a white trash party, I’m at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I’m feeling a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga, cheesing
I get approached by this little skeeser
She asked me am I the realest G, cause I’m Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I’m really is cause I spit in your man’s face
Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I’m feeling your big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I’m a walking Kanye/Beyonce song
She said I’m mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it’s hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belong to who making songs for you
She said I’m feeling your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, umm, you just used the word swagger, so no, she said

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eminem]
We been riding around in this hatchback until I’m fucking hunchback
Where the fuck’s this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it’s an act? Fuck that, I’m trying to shag scuz
Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at, ah, don’t touch that
You fat dyke, I’m trying to hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don’t act like you don’t like them, them accents, I rap tight
And I’m a torture until we find this place, yeah that’s right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them directions, oh yeah
You can’t read and you can’t write, told me that last night
She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like
Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back, we jackknifed
Bitch flew out of the car, I laughed like, she deserved it
She didn’t think I’d act like that in person
(Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club)

[Verse 4: Royce]
Tell him I’ll be there in a minute
I’m trying to break up this cat fight between my mistress and damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her dap, then I tell her to scat, I’m not mean, I’m cute
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front looking like Venus’s and Serena’s hooves
I’m just saying, those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don’t slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, then smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel “Yeah, watch this shit”
He smacks the dentures out of the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, “Royce, it’s good to be back to business”

[Hook]

Don Trip - Vent Lyrics


Vent Lyrics by Don Trip

I guess I got a vent

Ok do I get fade up kind of mama keep call it
Daily remind us, reminding me we bro
and I don’t have my dan so I ground till my time’s up still putting ..up
little nigga from the bottom tryin to climb up
slanging all night let the sun light find us ..picking out the window f*ck the blind off
.. the nigga.. what we .. post it with a .. have a
Hoping like f*ck ... mama watching at the door what she crumb for
She gotta watch the .. five nuts
If I’m slammed up the bills just .. and we still gonna struggle what’s my ..
‘cause I’m runnin out of shit the crack is smile for
Mum say I ain’t shit to be proud of
and then hurt to the court coming from the one that gave birth to the ..
pressure got me feeling like I’m first in a war
It’s been years since I spoke to the Lord
And all I do is dope and record, ..get rich no hope for the poor
we’re on the table coke in the .. like you don’t sope anymore
living what I’m writing is strange but somehow I can’t relate the Mike Tyson
Never stop fighting meanwhile my whole bro waiting on the diamonds
‘cause it got call my hand .. no things for the ..
I’m going ..feel so frightening I might light the night up
But ... nigga .. f*ck around ..
tryin to keep my folks at the mother f*cker .. I’m the soul provider
tryin to make something .. so I sale more medicine ..
My people getting jobs and getting fired
Now we’re shopping with .. and ..
All my b*tch do it all like .. my baby mum got me going ..
Low too heavy I can’t shake it off, my friends got a .. or they get lost
I’ve carried the .. is it my fault my mum’s in .. everything lost
And I was told not to .. for a ..hoping not ever catch like ..
upon it ..tryin lead the dope alone .. ‘cause I can’t make ..got no one to call
‘cause I I can’t make .. I got no one to call
I don’t got ..
Just vent .. there

Grafh - I Don't Know How To Act Lyrics


I Don't Know How To Act Lyrics by Grafh

My attitude stinks
I don’t know how to act
My chain too big
I don’t know how to act
I am getting too much dope
I don’t know how
I don’t know how
I don’t know how to act

.. thought he was underground
What’s up with the …
He bought a new car he swear …
His chain is too much big
I hope he get .. back
Hello mother sucker I got bad ways
.. I got bad grays
…I don’t do days off
I don’t do half days
I will be in the club
You are on your dance ..
I will be right there where you can see me
I don’t do backstage ..
I will be popping .. I will be drinking .. remember a damn thing
I remember your wife game bang

My attitude stinks
I don’t know how to act
My chain too big
I don’t know how to act
I am getting too much dope
I don’t know how
I don’t know how
I don’t know how to act

Tyga - Heaven Or Hell (Gotta Make It) Lyrics


Heaven Or Hell (Gotta Make It) Lyrics is performed by Tyga


[Intro/Chorus:]
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell
I Gotta Make It (I Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It
I Gotta Make It

[Verse 1:]
K-K-Keep That's My Mom Flash
Right Cash Pretty Girls Nice Ass
This Bitch Is Bad
I Dream Of Pockets Of Bands
But None In Hand
Take Pictures At The dealership
One Day I'll Buy That (Buy That) Biitch
Moving Fast Girl Get On My Lap
Wish On A Star On Everthing He asked
Whenever There's Trouble Walla Make Those Fingers Snap
No Magic Out The Hat Tell Baby Bye Bye I'm Never Coming Back (Coming Back)

[Chorus:]
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)

[Verse 2:]
Never Stop Seeing Violence
Police Stopping What They Won't Do Is For Sirens
Loudmouths Get Silenced
I Sure Woulda What I've Seen
Community Grief
Figure Your Clean
They Will Drag Money From Your Feet
OGs Mix Their Can Coke With Their Henny
OMG Put Miles On The Caprise
So Their So Their Mouths Could Feed
They Live Through Me
I'm The Closest To TV
Who Told You To Change The Channel
I Was Watching Remote Pleae
Niggas Want Things They Can't Have
This Life'll Let You Touch Things You Can't Grab
Explain It When You're Buried Man
Untill Death I Take Off Then I Land
Id Be God Damn

[Chorus:]
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)

[Bridge:]
Heaven Hell Is It Even Real
Would You Give Up Your Life For This Life
Heaven Hell Is It Really Real
Would You Give Up Your Life For This Life

[Verse 3:]
Thomas Digging For You Lab Rats
And I'm A Chemist With This Mental This Isnt Rap
Bitch I Don't Even Laugh
Bitch You Can Miss Me With That Gaval Jack
All You Judge Jury Niggas Just An Fake Act
I'm Somewhere Getting My Stage On
Black Super Shades On
Hey Ya'll Ey Ya'll
Someone Turn They Swag On
I'm Off The Wrong Room
So Don't Follow Me Home
Gotta Learn (Gotta Learn)
How To Walk (How To Walk)
On Your Own (On Your Own)

[Chorus/Outro:]
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)
I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)

"Sun.Day.Breeze" by Wale Ft. Wiz Khalifa


Artist: Wale Featuring: Wiz Khalifa Title: Sun.Day.Breeze. ... Wale - Sun.Day. Breeze f. Wiz Khalifa (Prod. Sunny Norway)


[Singles] Wale f. Wiz Khalifa - "Sun.Day.Breeze [Prod. Sunny Norway]". 2DB premiered this track earlier. It's a remix to Wale's 'The Breeze' off 'More About Nothing'.

"Woopty Doo" by CyHi Da Prynce Ft. Big Sean


New hip hop song has just release called "Woopty Doo" (prod Kanye & No I.D.) is performed by CyHi Da Prynce featuring Big Sean.
This track is taken from the Royal Flush 2 Mixtape.
Check this sound out, you'll be like it!

Kanye West - Mama's Boyfriend Lyrics


Mama's Boyfriend Lyrics is performed by Kanye West

I never liked you niggas
Who knew one day I'd be just like you niggas
Uh uh uh alright you niggas
Uh uh uh alright you niggas
When I become my mama's boyfriends?

He walked in our lives I was only five
Superman pajamas I was super duper fly
Sittin there like, "Why?"
He at least Hooper-Size
You know I scrutinize, like, "Who this newer guy?"
I'm my mama boyfriend
I'm her little husband
I was the man of the house when it wasn't
Tryna get to know me, homie?
Just kill the charm
You ain't interested in me
You just tryning to fuck my mom

We all the voices of our parents' bad choices
The aftermath of divorces
The kids of bitter split-ups
And babysitters and grandparents don't know what do to with us
And the last thing I want to see is mama's new nigga
You old Old Spice wearing
Short chain wearing
Dress shoes and jogging pants wearing
Church sock wearing
When you first stop caring about your appearance?
When you get here anyway?
I already got parents
Don't try to put me in line
I already got crayons
My mama said I could do it
I already got clearance
Keep your hands off my mama
How Anita got Clarence
Y'all I know she look good
But you need to stop staring
I drew a picture of her that'd make her proud
But the door was locked and the TV up so loud
I screamed out, "I ain't going to sleep no time soon!
And when I do, I'm sleeping in my mama's room!"

I don't like you nigga
If I was old enough I'd fight you nigga
I want to run over you with my bike, you nigga
Don't go to sleep at night, you niggaa
When I become my mama's boyfriends?

Twenty years later where has the time gone
Now you see I'm dating, having problems of my own
Now that I'm grown the tables turned around
I never thought I'd ever raise another nigga's child
He don't like his mama's boyfriend
Just like me don't wanna do the wrong thing
That's very un-Spike Lee
But he be like D Bo round his mama, there
When she here, he be quiet
When she leave, he be talking again
He be wilding out
Be calm
I don't drink the drama
Or sip the Dom-Tyler-Perry-on
"You gonna marry my mom?"
Look, I don't read palms
And I don't read Psalms
But I did take little man to church
Took little man to school
Look, little man, kids don't make the rules
Even though I ain't raised you
You your mama's angel
Don't get it twisted, baby boy, I'll Ving Rhames you

When I become my mama's boyfriends?

Styles P Ft. Jadakiss - It's Ok Lyrics


It's Ok Lyrics is performed by Styles P Ft. Jadakiss

[Hook - Jadakiss]
Niggas talk shit about us - but it's ok!
Game ain't shit without us - but it's ok!
No, you can't live without us - it's ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok!

[Verse 1 - Jadakiss and Styles P]
Checks get cut after the clearance
But what we dealing with is hard work and perseverance
Still send a nice ransom note to your parents
I'mma wrap this bitch til it needs some ball bearings
Trying to renovate the West Wing of the mansion
I ain't thinking recession, I'm thinking expansion..
I be in the malls
But my chain is dancing
More than 200 on the dash?
I'mma tear it
But you ain't gotta be nice
Pass off for parents
44 Mag is the last thing you hearing
If the work don't make it, that's a pass interference
Shots of tequilla, spending car money at the jeweler
Spending house money at the dealer
Rubber bag of piff
Sour need a sealer
Wanna see a real nigga?
I just look into the mirror

[Hook]
Niggas talk shit about us - but it's ok!
Game ain't shit without us - but it's ok!
No, you can't live without us - it's ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok!

[Verse 2]
We about dough
Never without dough, moving work out of state
In and out flow
Real lyrical
Ralph Lauren table, Ralph Lauren couch, yo
Ralph Lauren everything that fit up in the house though
Whaddup to them Polo boys who know Tony
Couldn't have been Manolo's boy
Cartier frames
Clear lens tho!
8 series Beemer, 7-series Benzo
Mobster: I probably go to hell if my friends go
Never shoot in a blind fury
Diamonds like Sprite!
It's lemon and lime jewelry

[Hook]
Niggas talk shit about us - but it's ok!
Game ain't shit without us - but it's ok!
No, you can't live without us - it's ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok!

[Verse 3]
Rep with the connect - it's ok!
Hope you force somebody to test it - it's ok!
Lookout on the lookout - it's ok!
We gonna have the fiends singing like Michele
Bang hard like the niggas out in East LA
Know we from the Bay in the pink all day
Still dope money in the grey mink all day
Just do it right, don't sit around and think all day

[Hook]
Niggas talk shit about us - but it's ok!
Game ain't shit without us - but it's ok!
No, you can't live without us - it's ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok!

Lil B (The Based God) - Dopeman Hunter Lyrics


Dopeman Hunter Lyrics is performed by Lil B (The Based God)

[Intro]
Yeah cousin, that Bitchmob nigga serious
You feel me?

Yeah, mane
Pretty Boys in this muthafucka
Like I said we got bad bitches...

You know I'm bout' to pay a bitch
Thirty-thousand for some head right now

You know what it is, mane
Lil' B in this muthafucka, nigga never
Gave a fuck, mane
Bitchmob: Respect Da Bitch Vol. 1
Nigga, let's get it....

[Verse]
Bitchmob (swag) yeah, I'm so disrespectful
Hold a AK and my pants so tiny
Rep' where I'm from cause you niggas know I'm with it
Shouts out to Soulja Boy... I gets digits
Fishscale hunter... dopeman hunter...(BASEDGOD)
Shouts out to Brick Squad, bitch, I do numbers (BASEDGOD)
Twelve cell phones and I look like Kurt Angle
Nigga, I got swag and a bitch know I'm able
I make my music.. pretty boy music
Still strapped up and I still Lex Luger
Everybody ask how the robber is the shooter (DR. PHIL)
Boys know I'm gangsta, boys know I bruise ya'
Everybody know that I caught them ten cases
Straight bitchmob man that shit is amazing (FELONIES)
Straight west-side you know them haters going dumb (DUMB)
Fifty on my dick cause I look like James Blunt (JAMES BLUNT)
Afrika Bambaata (FELONIES) hit em' with the chopper
With my new bitch and she cuts like a lobster

No, I'm not a rocker but I might Slayer
Just bought the new Benz, no, it's nothing major
Boy, light it up. man, the kush in the air
Chimmy chang chang. bitch, I think I'm Robert Horry
Bitch, let me talk cause bitch, I think I'm Maury
Crack a ho head an I'll see you in the morning (BASEGOD)

[Hook]
Dopeman hunter, fishcale hunter

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