Look at what you did to me Tennis shoes, don’t even need to buy a new dress If you ain’t there, ain’t nobody else to impress It’s the way that you know what I thought I knew It’s the beat in my heart skips when I’m with you I still don’t understand Just how your love can do what no one else. Kendrick Lamar Background Vocals: Huh what you want from me is it true you see uh oh father can you hear me? Huh what you want from me is it true you see uh oh father can you hear me? Hear me? I might get your song played on the radio station I might get your song played on the radio station You just might be a black bill gates in lyrjcs making I just might be a black bill gates mmake the making. Outro: Nina Simone I think what you are trying to ask is why am I so insistent upon giving out to them that blackness that black power that black…pushing them to identify with black culture. To me we are the most beautiful creatures in the whole world.
In the Know
I know some niggaz that’ll merk ya for a quarter birdy You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain’t hurtin’ I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin’ I’m smokin’ somethin’ I can’t pronounce behind them phantom curtains. What is you hollin’ bitch, I’m on some gangsta shit She wanna make me dinner, I tell her make me rich You fuckin’ with a winner but I come from a little Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit to glitter. I leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter And if I find out she stealin’ for realer I’ma kill her I’m just a money man so where the dollars at beat that until them flowers black. She wanna ride on this I make her ride with that Her pistol in the ceilin’ that’s her survival pack And do I love her naw, man I just love her spirit Blind, deaf or crazy it’s money over bitches. Now everybody that I know get that money baby And we ain’t worryin’ ’bout them hoes get that money baby You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout that dough homie whatcha talkin’? So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a bitch Strap her down with work and tell her don’t trip, take a trip Getcha hustle up, the money’s what you make of it These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery. So stop stuntin’ homie, false promotin’ It ain’t about whatcha makin’, it’s about what ya totin’ Burn him up and leave him naked, bring him back to his wife The bitch ain’t even cry ’cause he was livin’ that life. These niggaz think I’m slippin’ ’cause I’m fallin’ back Bitch I got money in the walls for that Youngin’ get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and Don’t make a sound if them people swing around this bitch. Do ya thang, whoa hustle try to stay low This is for my old school G’s who ain’t around this bitch But shawty they ain’t fuckin’ with pops Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon’ follow that guap, yeah. Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard Money talkin’, turn a key into a crack charge Y’all niggaz ain’t eatin’ how we eatin’ B Fuck how we used to be, now we how we need to be. If they ain’t with us they must be against us We shoot ’em in the head ’cause they act like they senseless If you ain’t gettin’ bread nigga keep yo’ distance We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin’, okay. OK, money, money, money is my intuition Money over bitches such an easy decision Young money, money men monster militia Hard body, these niggaz boxes of tissue. That Nina will kiss ya, that chopper will twist ya Them snapshots, now smile for the pictures Weezy motherfuckin’ baby pay me My nine to five is overrated, I’m on that grind hoe.
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We need you!
When can we, yeah can we, work it out? Meditation just makes you more strung out I wish you had a guru to tell you to let it go, let it go. I wanna walk through the park in the dark Men are scared that women will laugh at them I wanna walk through the park in the dark Women are scared that men will kill them I hold my keys Between my fingers. I wanna walk through the park in the dark Men are scared that women will laugh at them I wanna walk through the park in the dark Women are scared that men will kill them. Your desperation stinks I can smell it on your breath A certain absolut anosmic Got yourself to blame for this. Not really it seems. I sleep in late another day oh what a wonder oh what a waste.
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Yeah, yeah! I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money whoo! Right now to the VIP section whoo! You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby yeah! If you got money yeah and you know it yeah Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like Fly! This-a-way fly! Now I was bouncing through the club She love the way I diddy-bop I see her boyfriend hatin’ like a city cop Now I ain’t never been a chicken but my fifty cocked Say I ain’t never been a chicken but my semi cocked Now where your bar at?
I’m tryna rent it out And we so bout it bout it, now what gaby you about? DJ showin love he say my name when the music stop «Young Money, Lil Wayne» then the music drop I make it snow, I make it flurry I make it all back tomorrow, don’t worry Yeah, it’s young Wayne on the hoes A. It go lyrkcs for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll Chris Like some clap on lights in this bitch I’mma be clappin all night in this bitch Lights off, mask on Creep silent, she smiling He muggin, who cares Cause my goons, are right here Like it’s nothing, to a big dog And I’m a Great Dane, I wear 8 chains I mean so much ice, they yell, «Skate, Wayne!
Okay, it’s young Wayne on these hoes A. And everybody say Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day? Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella ‘Ella, ‘ella, ‘ella, ayyy!
Bitch ain’t shit but a ho and a trick But you know it ain’t trickin if you got it You know we ain’t fuckin if you not thick And I’ll cool your ass down if you think you’re hot shit So Rolex watch this, I do it, four, five, six My click-clack goes the black four-fifth And just like it I’ll blow lyrice shit Cause bitch I’m mwke bomb like tick, tick BIATCH!
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OneRepublic — Counting Stars [Lyrics]
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I gotta hit my ganja girl then its on catch me on the road. You know the world is just judging they look at us like we buggin. I could always get it in the city with the women because I’m screaming and I’m swimming I’m a shark in the water. Never had a worry cause the world was always spinning, and the colors always blending, painting pictures without profit.
THE CORNERSTONE
Mama always told me if you want it go and get it, always look for something different never settle for the normal. Never live for wages because birds weren’t meant for cages, when your given to the calling open up and scream it out you need. I could never stop it started dreaming never lost it, got a fever and I love it, I’ve been feeling California. Sleeping in the morning I was dreaming in a moment, I was living in the storm and I was screaming like the thunder. Sink into a feeling something like lyrics got to make money baby water moves to a. Type of woman that would lay me down right now fill up my soul. Tour Dates. Mailing List. Cart 0.
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