06/14/11

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

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

Gucci Mane Ft. Teairra Mari is performing new hip hop song called 'Bosses'.

This track is taken from Gucci 2 Time mixtape.

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.

"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."

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.

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marvins Room Freestyle Lyrics by Los

[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]

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]

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

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 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 to act

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

[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 (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)

I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh

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 (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)

I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh

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 (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)

I Gotta Make It Even If Heaven Or Hell Uh Uh

I Gotta Make It (Gotta Make It Gotta Make It...)

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'.

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!

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

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?

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!

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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