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I knew I was gon' see you again
I knew I was gon' see you again. I knew I was gon' see you again... Where your goddamn book bag at? Always carryin' that little book bag. Nobody wanna see that goddamn 4th grader. Sit your ass down. Showin' up late again like he got somethin' else to do. You don't got nothin' else to do. You ain't doin' nothin' with your life. Nothin' with your life. What do you think this is? You better look at me when I'm talkin' to you! You think this shit's easy, don't you? You think this is promised. Ain't nothin' promised to you! Look at my face, do I got a promised face? You think I would promise you anything? Kanye! Nigga! Is you snorin' in my class? Wake up, Mr. West. Wake Up Mr. West! Mr. West! |
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Wake up, Mr. West!
Kanye West Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah. And I heard 'em say Nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today From the Chi, Like Tim, it's a Hardaway Till this is in the name of love, like Robert say Before you ask me to go get a job today, Can I at least get a raise on the minimum wage? And I know the government administer aids, So I guess we just pray like the minister say Abu Akhbar be throwin' some hot cause Things we seein' on the screen not ours But these niggas from the hood, so these dreams not far Where I'm from the dope boys is the rock stars But they can't cop cars without seein' cop cars I guess they want us all behind bars, I know it, uh. And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today But we'll find a way. Adam Levine And nothin's ever promised tomorrow today And nothin' lasts forever, but be honest baby It hurts, but it may be the only way. Kanye West They say people in your life for seasons And anything that happen is for a reason And niggas gun-clappin' and keep to squeezin' And gran' keep prayin' and keep believin' In Jesus, and one day that she'll see him. It's alive, I feel him breathin' Claimin' money is the key, so keep on dreamin' And put them lottery tickets just to tease us My Aunt Pam can't put them cigarettes down, So now my little cousin smokin' them cigarettes now His job try to claim that he too niggerish now Is it cause his skin blacker than licorice now? I can't figure it out, sick of it now. And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow today But we'll find a way. Adam Levine And nothin's ever promised tomorrow today And nothin' lasts forever, but be honest baby It hurts, but it may be the only way. With every worthless word we get more far away And nothin's ever promised tomorrow today And nothin' lasts forever, but be honest, baby It hurts, but it may be the only way. |
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I gotta testify come up in the spot looking extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify come up in the spot looking extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc Before Cam got the shit to pop The doors was closed, I felt like Bad Boy's street team I couldn't work the locks/The LOX Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van Any pessimists I ain't talk to them Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment Let's take 'em back to the club Least about an hour I stand on line I just wanted to dance, I went to Jaboc an hour after I got my advance, I just wanted to shine Jay favorite line, dawg in due time Now he look at me like damn dawg, you what I am A hip-hop legend, I think I died in an accident, cause this must be heaven I gotta testify come up in the spot lookin extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify come up in the spot lookin extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh Back when Gucci was the shit to rock Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop I'd do anything to say I got it Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket Before anybody wanted K-West beats Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns Like "Man these niggaz that much better than me?" Baby, I'm goin on an airplane And I don't know if I'll be back again Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets But when she came to kick it, things became different Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on Culdn't keep it home, thought I needed a Nia Long I'm tryin to right my wrongs But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky You gon' touch the sky baby girl, testify Come up in the spot lookin extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd Here like air 'til I'm beer on the curb Peachfuzz buzz but bid on the verge Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup Bottle shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth But, before you say another word I'm back on the block like I'm layin on the street I'm tryin to stop lion/lyin like I'm Mum-Ra But I'm not lyin when I'm layin on the beat En garde, or touche', Lupe cool as the under But I still feel posessed as a gun charge to come/cum as correct as a porn star And a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car Self, I represent the first Now let me end my verse right where the horns are I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky You gon' touch the sky baby girl, testify Come up in the spot lookin extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky We take it home baby Sky high, I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high Sky, uh, sky high I'm, I'm sky high Yeah, keep it rollin, yeah Feels good to be home baby, feels good to be home |
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| 3:28 |
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Jamie Foxx
She take my money - well, I'm in need Yea she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh, she's a gold digger - way over town That digs on me (She gives me money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas (She gives me money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head. Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm She said, I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm Far as girls you got a flock, I can tell by your charm And your arm, but I'm lookin' for the one. Have you seen her? My psychic told me she'll have an ass like Serena Trina, Jeena-fah Lopez, four kids An' I gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in We all went to din and then I had to pay If you fuckin' with this girl then you better be paid You know why? It take too much to touch her From what I heard she got a baby by Busta My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her (She gives me money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger - uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas - uh (She gives me money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger - uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas - uh (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head 18 years...18 years... She got one of yo kids, got you for 18 years I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his You will see him on TV any given Sunday Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was s'pose to buy your shorty TYCO with your money She went to the doctor got lipo with your money She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money Should've got that insured, GEICO for your money (money...money) If you ain't no punk Holla "We want prenup" (We want prenup!) Yeah! It's something that you need to have 'Cause when she leave your ass she gon' leave with half 18 years...18 years... And on her 18th birthday, he found out it wasn't his (She gives me money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger - uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas - uh (She gives me money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger - uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas - uh (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down - uh (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down - uh (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs You don't want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weed You got out to eat and he can't pay, ya'll can't leave There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves But while ya'll washin', watch him He gon' make it into a Benz out of that Datsun He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries So, stick by his side I know this dude's ballin', but yeah that's nice And they gon' keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girl And when you get on, he leave yo' ass for a white girl. (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head Let me hear that back.... |
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I brought you brothers here to start our own fraternity
Broke Phi Broke, we ain't got it. Broke Phi Broke (we ain't got it) No, we have no money We are sharin' jeans. If I go outside, I got the only clothing on. How many cars do we own? (None!) How many cars do we own? (None, sir!) Should we let our woman go and be with the cat in the car? Yes, we will. Why? Because we can't afford gas. Say it with me! (We can't afford no gas!) Say it! (We can't afford no gas!) So we ain't drivin'! |
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| 4:32 |
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Drive slow homey Drive slow homey Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey My homey Mali used to stay 29th and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones He nicknamed me K Rock so they'd leave me alone Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off Walk around the mall with his radio face off Plus he had the spinner from his Dayton's in his hand Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's Drove by the teachers even more by police's How he get that cash today his father passed away Left him with a little somthin 16 he was stuntin Al B Sure nigga with the hair all wavy Hit lakeshore girls go all crazy Hit the freeway go at least bout 80 Boned so much that summer even had him a baby See back back then then if you had a car You were the Chi town version of Baby And I was just virgin a baby One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked Felt like I was amost signed when the shit got cracked We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall They had the Lincoln's and Aurora's we were hurting them all And there was a lot of flirting involved But dawg fuck all that flirting I'm trying get in some draws So put me on with these hoes homey's He said don't rush to get grown drive slow homey Drive slow homie Drive slow Ya never know homey about these hoes homey Ya need to pump your breaks and drive slow homey What It do I'm posted up in the parking lot my trunk wavin' The candy gloss is immaculate and simply amazing Them elbows poking wide on that Candy lac Trunnk open screens on neons lit with pit relax I'm on a mission for dime piece's and sexy ladies Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes It's a star studded event when I valet park Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark You see them 4's crawlin you see them screens fallin The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin I'm leanin on a switch sittin crooked in my slab But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab A young Houston hard hitter all about the scrilla Riding some candy coated crawlin like a caterlippar I'm tippin on those 4's I'm jamming off this screw I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do Drive slow homey Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes Drive slow homey If you ridin around the city with nowhere to go Drive slow homey Live today cuz tomorrow you never know Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey My cars like the movies my cars like the crib I got more TV's in here then where I live make no sense but baby I'm the shit And everything I flip you know is something I got the custom grill I got the Brabus rims I got the baller genetics baby that's evident You see a player flicking and you ain't convinced That you should and kiss it just a little bit I wear my custom kicks I got my Jesus chain My canaries is gleaming though my angle wings They see me hoes acting like they seen a king With that mean lean smoking on the finest Cali green My wood grain oak I'm riding on vogues My cylinder quiet like tip toes I sold O's and this I know When you see them hoes little homey drive slow Drive slow homey Drive slow homey Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey Drive slow homey |
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I'm on my way home They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is I stroll where souls get lose like Vegas Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses Pray to God that my arms reach the masses The young smoke grass in grassless jungles Rubber band together in cashless bundles We wear strugglin chains, divided only hustle remains Makin sense of it we hustle for change Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson Heights fightin for hits to heighten they hell Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail Children are unhailed I wish love was for sale, Behold the Pale - Horse" got me trapped like R. Kel', I bail and it Might not be such a bad idea if I never... never went home again" I'm on my way home" I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is home is filled with pain and it Might not be such a bad idea if I never... never went home again |
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| 4:31 |
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That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga How we stop the black panthers Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer You hear that What Gil Scott was hearin When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland We invested in that it's like we got Merril Lynch And we been hangin from the same tree ever since Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine So we cook it cut it measure it bag it sell it The fiends cop it Nowadays they cant tell if that's that good shit We ain't sure man Put the CD on your toungue yeah thats pure man That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga From the place where the fathers gone The mothers is hardly home And the Gonna lock us up in a home How the Mexicans say we just tryin to party homes They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam Who gave Saddam anthrax George Bush got the answers Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical Am and Hammer baking soda Raised they own quota Writin when our soldiers ran for the stove cuz Cuz dreams of being Hova went from bein a brokeman ta bein a dopeman Ta bein a president look theres hope man This that inspiration for the mos and tha folks man Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosin And this is the soundtrack This tha type of music you make when you round that Crack music nigga That real black music nigga That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga God how could you let this happen happen happen happen happen happen That's that crack music crack music That real black music black music That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga That's that crack music crack music that real black music black music Our father give us this day our daily bread there give us these days and take our daily bread See I done did all this ole bullshit And to attone I throw a some some on the pulpit We took that shit measured it and then cooked that shit And what we gave back was crack music And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies So our mammas aint got to be they cooks and nannies And we gonna repo everything they ever took from grammy Now the former slaves trade hooks for grammies This dark dixon has become America's addiction those who ain't even black use it we gonna keep back in up this here crack music |
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I know it's past visiting hours But can I please give her these flowers The doctor dont wanna take procedures He claim my heart can't take the anastesia It'll send her body into a seizure The little thing by the hospital bed it'll stop beeping Hey chick im at a lost for words What do you ay at this time Remember when I was nine Tell her everything gone be fine But i'd be lying the family crying They want her to live and she trying I'm argueing like what kind of doctor can we fly in You know the best medicine go to people thats paid If Magic Johnson got a cure for AID's And all the broke muthafuckers past away You tellin me if my grandma was in the NBA Right now she'd be ok But since she was just a secretary Working for the church For thirty five years Things sposed to stop right here My grandfather tryin to pull it together he strong Thats where I get my confidence from asked the nurse did you do the research She ask me can you sign some t shirts Bitch is you smokin reefer You dont see that we hurt But still I smile The roses come to see me And I can't wait for a sunny day through your eyes Can't wait for the clouds to break They outside of the emergancy room room You can feel my heart beat beat beat If she gone pull through We gone find out soon But right now she sleep sleep sleep My mama say they say she could pass away any day Hey chick what these doctors know anyway Let me see the X rays I ain't no expert I'm just hurt Cousin Kim took off for work Plus my Aunt Shirley Aunt Beverly Aunt Claire and Aunt Jean So many Aunties we could have an Auntie team Feel like Amerie Its this one thing When they said that she made it You see the eyes gleam I think we at an all time high To get there we run we fly we drive Coz with my family we know where home is So instead of sending flowers We the roses I smile The roses come to see me And I can't wait for a sunny seeing it through your eyes Can't wait for the clouds to break Who brings the sunshine I smile The roses come to see me And I can't wait for a sunny day through your eyes Can't wait for the clouds to break |
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I always knew that one day They'd try to bring me down me down me down one day they tried to bring me down ALways knew that one day they'd try to bring me down way down they'd try to bring me down We gon' to mass today we have to pray Besides what the pastor say I have to say Since Pac passed away Most you rappers don't even deserve a track from me You see if you evern wanted to ever be anything There'd always be somebody that shoot down any dream There'll always be haters that's the way it is Hater niggaz marry hater bitches and have hater kids But they gon' have to take my life 'fore they take my drive 'Cause when I was barely livin that's what kept me alive Just the thought that maybe it could be better than what we at at this time Make it out of this grind 'fore I'm out of my mind And get some lee way on the he say she say You girl don't like me how long has she been gay Spanish girls say No able ingle And everybody want to run to me for their SINGLE It's funny how these wack niggaz need my help Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself Dog If I was you I wouldn't feel myself Dog If I was you I'd kill myself Made a mill myself and I'm still myself And I'ma look in the mirror if I need some help Ask me from the heart y'all all frontin Everybody feel a way about K but at least y'all feel somethin Why you come here I bet it only it was get it up one some get to get ya What kind of dream we found see I'm often at your cross way forgetting it that heaven let ya They tried to bring me down I always knew that one day They'd try to bring me down me down me down ALways knew that one day they'd try to bring me down way down always knew that one day They'd try to bring me down way down they tried to bring me down down down down down down down down down down |
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You make me smile with my heart Why everything that's supposed to bad make me feel so good Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would Man I tried to stop man I tried the best I could But You make me smile What's your addiction Is it money Is it girls Is it weed I've been afflicted by not one not two but all three She's got the same thing about me but more about us She's coming over so I guess that means I'm on drugs Just let me peek now I mean damn I'm so curious She's got a lover so the lies and the lust is a rush Time's of the essence I need you to be spontaneous Roll up the doge henny and c c c cola then I'm co coming over Cuz its ne never over Why everything that's supposed to bad make me feel so good Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would Man I tried to stop man I tried the best I could But You make me smile I see the emotion in your eyes that you try not to show We get the closest when you high or you drunk or you blow So I pour the potion so we could both get high as we could go Then I'll get the lotion and do something to me when your thighs is exposed no turning back now I mean I don't mean to impose Not now but right now I need you to undress and then pose I'm into that now catch a vibe when the doors get closed Roll up the doge henny and c c c cola and I keep co coming over Cuz it's ne never over Why everything that's supposed to bad make me feel so good Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would Man I tried to stop man I tried the best I could But You make me smile You make me smile You make me smile with my heart Why everything that's supposed to bad make me feel so good Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would Man I tried to stop man I tried the best I could But You make me smile I just wanted to ask you Just wanted to um Let how would I put this uhh Let's say all your friends Remember the one You said if you ever she would be the one Ok Ok Ok I was thinking hypothetically I mean don't take this seriously Don't take me I mean just Uhh not credibly I'm feeling incredibly I mean let's see ah Just maybe I mean you are in me I mean you are in me Maybe Baby Baby Baby Baby You know I was just kidding Unless you gon' do it You make me smile |
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Diamonds are forever They're all I need to please me They can't stimulate or tease me They won't leave in the night Have no fear that they might Desert me Diamonds are forever Throw ya diamonds in the sky If you feel the vibe Diamonds are forever The ROC is still alive Forever ever For ever ever ever ever ever ever Ever ever ever ever ever ever Good Morning this ain't Vietnam still People lose hands legs arms for real Little was known of Sierra Leone And how it connect to the diamonds we own When I speak of Diamonds in this song I ain't talkin bout the ones that be glown Im talkin bout Rocafella my home my chain These aint conflict diamonds is they Jacob don't lie to me mayne See a part of me sayin' keep shinin' How when I know of the blood diamonds Though it's thousands of miles away Sierra Leone connect to what we go through today Over here its a drug trade we die from drugs Over there they die from what we buy from drugs The diamonds the chains the bracelets the charmses I thought my Jesus Piece was so harmless 'til I seen a picture of a shorty armless And here's the conflict Its in a black person's soul to rock that gold Spend ya whole life tryna get that ice On a polar rugby it look so nice How could somethin' so wrong make me feel so right right fore I beat myself up like Ike You could still throw ya Rocafella diamond tonight 'cause Diamonds are forever Throw ya diamonds in the sky If you feel the vibe Diamonds are forever The ROC is still alive Everytime I rhyme Forever ever For ever ever ever ever ever ever Ever ever ever ever ever ever People askin' me I'm gon' give my chain back That'll be the same day I give the game back You no the next question dog 'yo where Dame at This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back 'wassup wit you a Jay man are ya'll okay man Yep I got it from her 'ye damn The chain remians the gang is in tact The name is mine I'll take blame for that The pressure's on but guess who ain't gon' crack Pardon me I had to laugh at that How could you falter when you're the rock of gibralter I had to get of the boat so I could walk on water This ain't no tour order this is nothin to me Difficult takes a day impossible takes a week I do this in my sleep I sold Kilos of coke I'm guessin' I can sell CD's I'm not a buisness man I'm a buisness man Let me hand my buisness damy Kanyeez you got me Freeway and Foxy YG' Teairra Mari Petey watch me Bleek could be one hit away his whole career As long as I'm alive he's a millionaire And even if I die he's in my will somewhere So he can just kick back and chill somewhere yeah He don't even have to write rhymes Dynasty like my money last three lifetimes Shirley Bassey was in the rear sayin exactly What I was sayin practically me whole carreer The diamond is forever I been mindin' this forever Now the Louis Vuitton Don's timin' couldn't be better People lined up to see the Titanic sinkin' Instead we rose from the ash like a phoenix If you waitin' for the end the dynasty signed And what seemed like forever is a mighty long time I'm young bitches Goodnight |
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| 7:28 |
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Really Doe
You muh'fuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts I take a sip of that yak, I wanna fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door smoke until the days end Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up rotation Hpnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser Turn nothin to something now pimpin' that's a savior Best things are green now pimpin' get your paper High off the ground instead of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we major. Kanye West We major? Come on, homie, we major. We major? Come on, homie, we major. We major? Come on, homie, we major. We major? Come on, homie, we major. Feeling better than some head on a sunday afternoon Better than a chick that say yes to soon Until you have a daughter, that's what I call karma And you pray to god she don't grow breasts too soon. Projects to' up, gang signs is thrown up Niggas hats broke off that's how we grow up Why else you think shorty's write rhymes just to blow up? Get they first car and then IRS show up He ain't never had shit but he had that nine Nigga come through flickin' and he had that shine Put two and two together in a little bad weather Gon' be a whole family on that funeral line Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty girl through school That's all I want like wino's want they good whiskey I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me. Really Doe You muh'fuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts I take a sip of that yak, I wanna fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door smoke until the days end Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up rotation Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser Turn nothin' to something now pimpin' that's a savior Best things are green now pimpin' get your paper High off the ground instead of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we major. Nas We major? Come on, homie, we major. We major? Come on, homie, we major. We major? Come on, homie, we major. We major? Come on, homie, we major. Nas I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write First line, should it be about the hos or the ice? Four-four's or black christ? Both flows would be nice Rap about big paper or the black man's plight At the studio console asked my man to the right What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write? He said, Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic Picked up the pad and pencil and jotted what I feel Been like 12 years since a nigga first signed Now I'm a free agent And I'm thinking it's time To build my very own Motown Cuz rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life And I love to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got killed I survived the livest niggas around Lasting longer than more than half of you clowns Look, I used to cook before I had the game took Either way my change came like Sam Cooke. Feeling better than I ever felt before today Like better late than never is orientation Still we can make it better throwing all your cares away. Really Doe You muh'fuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts I take a sip of that yak, I wanna fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door smoke until the days end Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up rotation Hpnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser Turn nothin' to something now pimpin' that's a savior Best things are green now pimpin' get your paper High off the ground instead of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we major. Kanye West We major? Come on, homie, we major. [x4] Can I talk my shit again? Can I talk my shit again? I can't believe I'm back up in this muh'fucker I'ma be late though I gotta figga out what I'm finna wear Yeah The Roc is definitely in the building Good music's definitely in the building I gotta say what's up to Tony Williams On the vocals, he sings quite beautiful don't you agree? Don't you agree? And John Brion on the keys right now and Warren Campbell on the keys right now So they asked me, why you call it "Late Registration" 'ye? Cause we taking these muh'fuckers back to school. If you know this part right here, feel free to sing along. Feeling better than I ever felt before today If you're feeling good Like better late than never it's orientation It's orientation Still we can make it better throwing all your cares away We want you to get used to this. You can't do what we do, baby. You can't do what we do, baby. You can't do what we do, baby. |
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This was founded years ago
By broke slaves, years ago Who did not have, years ago By broke brothas in the 20s, years ago Who did not have when we could not eat Hmm, remember that? Eating all of our cereal with forks because we wanted to save the milk, do you remember that? Hmm? Do you remember all those Christmases when your Mama walked in the room and pretended she was the tree, huh? Remember that? |
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La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Hey Mama Ah Awoo I wanna scream so loud for you Cause I'm so proud of you when I let me tell you what I'm about to do Hey Mama I know I act a fool but I promise you I'm going back to school I appreciate that you alive for me in a I just want you to be proud of me I want to tell the whole world about a friend of mine This little light of mine I'm feeling let it shine I'm feeling take y'all back to them better times I'm feeling talk about my momma if y'all don't mind I was three years old when you and I move to the Chi Late December harsh winter gave me a cold You fix me up something that was good for my soul Famous home chicken soup can I have another bowl You work late nights just to keep on the lights Mommy got me training wheels so I can keep on my bike And you would give me anything in this world Michael Jackson leather and the glove but didn't give me a curl And you never put no man over me and I love you for that mommy can't you see Seven years old caught you with tears in your eyes Cause a nigga cheat and telling you lies then I started to cry As we knelt on the kitchen floor I said mommy I'm a love you till yo hurt no more And when I'm older You ain't got to work no more And I'm a get you that mansion that we couldn't afford see your unbreakable unmistakable highly capable lady that's making loot A living legend too just look at what heaven do send us an angel and I thank you Hey Mama Ah Awoo I wanna scream so loud for you Cause I'm so proud of you when I let me tell you what I'm about to do Hey Mama I know I act a fool but I promise you I'm going back to school I appreciate that you alive for me in a I just want you to be proud of me Forest Gump momma said life was like a box of chocolates My momma told me go to school get your doctorate Something to fall back on You can profit with But still supported me when I did the opposite Now I feel like there's things I gotta get things I gotta do Just to prove to you You was getting through Can the choir please gimme a verse of you eyes so beautiful to me Can't you see You're like a book of poetry Maya Angelou Nikki Giovanni Turn one page and there's my mommy Come on mommy just dance with me let the whole world see you dance with thee Now when I say hey Y'all say mama Now everybody answer me Hey Mama Ah Awoo I wanna scream so loud for you Cause I'm so proud of you when I let me tell you what I'm about to do Hey Mama I know I act a fool but I promise you I'm going back to school I appreciate that you alive for me in a I just want you to be proud of me Hey Mama I guess it all depends though if my ends low Second they get up You gone get that Benzo tint the windows Ride around the city and let your friends know Hey Mama Tell your job you gotta fake em out Since you brought me in this world let me take you out To a restaurant up a echelon I'm a get you a Jag whatever else you want Just tell me what kind of S Type Donda West like Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right It don't gotta be Mother's Day or your birthday for me to just call and say Hey Mama Ah Awoo I wanna scream so loud for you Cause I'm so proud of you when I let me tell you what I'm about to do Hey Mama You know I love you so I'm gonna let you go Love this song just so you know no matter where you go Another she hey Mama La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Hey La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Hey La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Hey La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Hey La La Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama |
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Yeah you know what this is It's a celebration bitches Grab a drink grab a glass After that I grab yo ass Why you actin' all Shy and all Why is y'all Lyin' for I never did this before Stop that What you want some petron I got that I mean I promise y'all You fine and all And your girlfriend she kind a raw But she not like you No she not like you Right now I need you to mute all the monologue All that talkin' is gone give me a tylenol You put a nigga to sleep I'm tired of ya'll Right now the Louis Vuitton done is signing off But I just thought you should know We hit the liquor store Got some Cris and some Mo And we about to let it flow oh oh oh oh oh Had some problems before but see we let 'em go Got an ounce of that drow And we about to let it blow oh oh oh oh oh Yeah you know what this is It's a celebration bitches Grab a drink grab a glass After that I grab yo ass See you know my style I'm very wild And I vow that my child will be well endowed Like his daddy And tell him that your mama had a fattie He looked up at me said daddy that's the reason why you had me yep We was praticing Til one day your ass bust through the packaging You know what though You my favorite accident So go head pop some Cristal For my newborn child cause now y'all Know what this is It's a celebration bitches Grab a drink grab a glass After that I grab yo ass but I just thought you should know We hit the liquor store Got some cris and some mo And we about to let it flow oh oh oh oh oh Had some problems before but see we let em go Got an ounce of that drow And we about to let it blow oh oh oh oh oh Ho Ho We lookin' for some ho Ho |
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Broke, broke, broke phi broke (we ain't got it) Broke, broke, broke phi broke (we ain't got it) Broke, broke broke phi broke (we ain't got it) Broke, broke, broke phi- I've called this private meeting today because there is an imposter among us. There is an imposter among us. This brother right here has been out making beats on the side, yes he has. Pretending he's broke walking amongst us. This brother has been eating every day, can you believe that? Eating every day. Pretending he's with us, he's not one of us. I did not want to believe this, but I walked into the brother Kanye's closet and I found new shoes. I found new shoes! Kanye, would you like to step forward and explain these new shoes?! (stammering) I was-you crazy, I wasn't, I didn't, um, I was just um, I was- No, you speak up, brother! I was gon' stick-I'm tryin to stick to my roots and- What? I wanna stick to my roots, and- What?! You march your new shoes out of here, Kanye. Don't you ever come back in 'em. Don't you ever come back smellin' all good, taking showers and shit like that, all right? We don't appreciate that down here at Broke Phi Broke. What's next? |
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But it's too late, it's too late He, gone You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay BROTHER NUMPSAY! Groupies sound too choosy Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way Too late, we, gone - we strivin home Gone - we ride on chrome It's too late Y'all don't want no prob from me What you rappers could get is a job from me Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn Caught somethin on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn" Plus he already got three chil'run Arguin over babysitters like, "Bitch - it's yo' turn!" Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you Even your superficial raps is super official R-R-R-Roc pastel with Gucci on With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with doobie long Cause the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone We strivin home, gone I ride on chrome... We strivin home, gone Killa, I ride on chrome Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who? Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer Well here's the deal ma we goin to the No concealin, no ceiling I don't need a roof Act up, get out, I don't need you poof Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag Dag, niggaz still doin puff puff pass Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit Y'all niggaz want Killa Cam, cerebellum An old man just gon' tell 'em (too late, he, gone) Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm (gone) My last girl want me back then I'm on Fine stay, you got the grind hey Came back, read what the sign say (too late, he, gone) Yes I know you wanna see my demise Yeah you church boy actin like a thief in disguise Ain't leavin my side, see the greed in my eyes Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit And that ain't leavin alive, please believe me Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and You can ask George or Regina The whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now We strivin home, I ride on chrome Listen homeboy move on That's your best bet, why's that? Cause Uhh, uhh, yo, yo I been pourin out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone And tryin to help his momma with the fact that her child gone And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong Now they askin Cons, how long has this gone on And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds So I ain't goin to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed And when I came the next mornin he was gone with my bread And with that bein said, I had gone on my instincts And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks But lookin back now shoulda gone to the crib And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10 But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar And heard a nigga talkin shit so I had gone to the car And now the judge is tellin me that I had gone too far And now we gone for 20 years, doin time behind bars And since I gone to a cell for some cruddy crimes I guess I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone Uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh I'mmmm Ah-head of my time, sometimes years out So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out And that make me wanna get my advance out And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin it all behind Kanye step away from the lime- -light, like, when I was on the grind In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine" Before, model chicks was bendin over or Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man If I could just get one beat on Hova We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18-year-old Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural-fied A week later the manager count the churros Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirrow How we out in Europe, spendin Euros They claim you never know what you got 'til it's GONE I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free But if they ever flip sides like Anakin You'll sell everything includin the mannequin They got a new bitch now you Jennifer Aniston Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin, stay calm Shorty's at the door cause they need more Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs They said sorry Mr. West is gone! |
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Diamonds are forever" "They won't leave in the night, have no fear that they might" "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever" Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever" The Roc is still alive everytime I rhyme "Forever..." Forever eva, forever eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic Vegas on acid, seen through East St. Laurent glasses And I realise that I've arrived 'Cause it take more than a magazine to kill my vibe, does He write his own rhymes, sort of, I think 'em That mean I forgat better shit than you ever thought of Damn, is he really that caught up I ask, if you talk about clasics do my name get brought up? I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort Or even a four-track recorder So its only right that I let the top drop on a drop top Porche It's spoilin' yourself thats important If you striper name Porcha and you get tips from many men Then your fat friend, her nickname is mini-van Excuse me, that's just the Henni, man I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop, I can't, because "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever" Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever" The Roc is still alive everytime I rhyme "Forever..." Forever eva, forever eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me Only player that got robbed and kept all his jewlery Alicia Keys tried talk some sense in him Thrity minutes later saw his note convincin' him What mo' could you ask fo' The international asshole Who complained about what he is owed And throw a tantrem like he is three years old You gotta love it though Somebody still speak from his soul And wouldn't change by the change or the game or the fame When he came in the game he made his own lane Now all I need is ya'll to pronounce my name Is Kanye but some of my plaques still say Kayne Got family in the ?D-King?, folks from Mo Town Back in Chi, them folks ain't from ?Mo Town? Life movin' too fast, I need to slow down Girl ain't give me no ass, she need to go down My father Ben said I need Jesus, so he took me to church And let the water let the water run over my ?sleezer? The preacher said we need leaders Right then my body got steel, like a paraplegic You know who you call, you got a message to leave it The Roc stand tall, and you would never believe it Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic Ya, the beat cold but the flow is anemic After debris settles and the dust gets swept off Big K kick it where young Hov left off Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off I drop my new shit, it sound like the best of A&Rs lookin like phhttt we messed up Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up Bottle after bottle 'till we got messed up In the studio, we really though, ya he next up People askin' me is I gon'give my chain back That'll be the same day I give the game back You know the next question all yo, where Dame at? He's tracked the Indian dance to bring our rain back What's up with you and Jay, man? Are ya'll okay, man? They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen R-r-r-r-right here stand a man With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever" Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever" The Roc is still alive everytime I rhyme "Forever..." Forever eva, forever eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever" "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever" "Forever..." |
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I'll be late for that baby I'll wait for that If you had a taste of that you'd probably pay for that I'm comin in when I feel like To turn this muh' fucker up only if it feels right I'll be late for that I can't wait for that I think I was made for that So I'm comin in when I feel like To turn this muh'fucker up only if it feels right Stop all your blood claat cryin I was flyin Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign in Yeah I hear the alarm yeah I hear you mom Yeah yeah I don't wan' be broke when I'm 31 They said the best classes go to the fastest Sorry Mr West there's no good classes and that's what yo' ass get Not even electives Not even prerequits You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds Now I'm in the shop class or the basket weavin With all the rest of the muh'fuckers underachievin Man this is a insult I went to junior high with all of them and they been slow If I can catch the beat then slow down the tempo Just notice at the end if I'm too late for the intro Will I make it from the student loans to a Benz o Like old folks pissin I guess it all Depends oh oh Stop you're cryin baby I'll be late for that baby I'll wait for that If you had a taste of that you'd probably pay for that I'm comin in when I feel like To turn this muh' fucker up only if it feels right I'll be late for that I can't wait for that I think I was made for that So I'm comin in when I feel like To turn this muh'fucker up only if it feels right You know when you be late you miss all the lights That's right that's right And when you get back she gon' start up a fight That night that night Baby it's too late for that lately I've been takin it slow Try and make it to the party 'fore the guest list close With the freshest hoes the professors know We about to get real unprofessional Like them eskimos what would you do for a Klondike Or two dykes that look Christina Milian like I'll be on time for that I ain't thought of no line that could rhyme with that I'll be there in five minutes five hours later I'll be there in five minutes go 'head ride with it I'm so live with it look how I did it Been bullshittin but I finally arrived with it I know it's late and I took all year but You can stop complainin cause I'm finally here I'll be late for that I'll be late for that I'll be late for that I'll be late for that |
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