Pop Smoke – Snitching Lyrics (feat. Future & Quavo)

So, you got the job doing what?
Bro, I get payed to snitch now, nigga
It’s really classified, I can’t really talk about this shit, my nigga
Oh, my God
Only reason I’m tellin you this, ’cause you my boy
But don’t f*ck with me, you see what I did to Roger
You seen what I did to Roger
Forty years
He had forty years?
Forty years, bitch, you don’t wanna sign that plee
Forty years
Damn
Don’t f*ck with me
Buddah blessed this beat
Huncho

[Quavo:]
Look at my status (Status)
No, I’m not braggin’, I’m not average (Average)
My bitch want a Patek (Patek)
I bought her a whip and I told her to stop naggin’ (Skrr)
Too much jewelry, my diamonds is blastin’ (Bling)
I bought it back in (Shinin’)
The club is packed in (Packed in)
Step in your city we goin’ in (Goin’ in)
Drop the top, let’s blow the wind (Drop top)
f*ck the cops, we goin’ big
Niggas out here hate the kid, ’cause I’m runnin’ up when supposed to be dead, uh
Bitch, I’m a player (Player)
Nigga we’re trappin’, and checkin’ the mail, yeah
Look at my layers, designer my jacket, I’m handin’ out bills, yeah
These niggas dead, soon as I said it, they wanna go tell, yeah
The way that you playin’ (Ayy), niggas out here workin’ with 12

Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin, uh (Snitchin’)

They workin’, they clockin’, they watchin’
No stoppin, no options, we ballin’, we poppin’
We goin’, let’s go, get money, get mo’ for sure
I got it, and there’s plenty mo’ on the boat (Uh)
Nigga we came from the bottom
Yes, it’s time for the bosses to toast (Toast)
Me and the dog got collars
We puttin’ diamonds on top of the chokers (Ice)
f*ck nigga, come in the lane
Shit, we droppin’ him off like a floater (Float)
I ain’t gon’ mention his name
But if he do, then it’s like that and it’s over (Snitch)

Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)

[Pop Smoke:]
Said I pull up in Amiri, got ninas attached
Walk in the buildin’, I shake up the room
f*ck on your lady, no feelings attached

Don’t talk out your mouth ’cause she holdin’ the room
Yeah, yeah, walk in (Walk in), then walk up out it
There’s never a day I don’t walk without it (Ssh)
Shoot a nigga, never talk about it
‘Cause these niggas be rats, yeah (Rats)
I had to shoot it in class (Class)
I had the ninas attached
f*ck and run, see I had the bitch badge (Woo)
If Quavo told me get him, then I’ma do the dash (I’ma do the dash)
Yeah, dash (Dash), I take off like a rocket (Yeah)

[Quavo:]
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)

[Future:]
Bobby Brown, Bobby Brown
Pick a town, I get down
Chrome hearts, chrome hearts
Bitches love my style
Look at how my wrist glow, huh
Two-fifty just for the watch, uh
Posted on the block, I was servin’ for dollar
I caught a wave, it’s amazing, Margiela
Audemar, water, Beretta, vendetta
Tell a McCartney, you came with the bezel
Takin’ off just like a rocket and got racks in my pocket
I’m havin’ my way with these hoes
Shawty in love with my diamonds
She love how they twinkle
She love how they glisten, they glow
Pour up a four like I’m young Tony Stoke
One in the head, 99 more to go
Went in a winner, pull up like a GOAT
Trippin’ and spillin’, now that shit on the floor
Came from the gutter, that’s word from the bro
I’m Evel Knievel, these niggas some divas
I’m really havin’ more hits than The Beatles
I was out trappin’ with keys like Alicia
I be finessin’ my plug, got it cheaper
Bought some new killers, I bought some new choppers
Hey
I’m on the block with the Devil, I hang with the robbers
Any hood we go, they treat me like God, huh
Switch up the flow for the visual
Just so you know that I’m spiritual
All of my money identical
Bluefaces, bluefaces keep me one hundred
They on the woo shit
Niggas gon’ shoot your shit
You ain’t no woo, nigga
You ain’t gon’ do shit

[Quavo:]
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)

Pop Smoke – Got It On Me Lyrics

Look

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me (Talk that shit)
I got it on me
You can run up if you want (f*ck is you talking ’bout?)

Look
It’s Pop Smoke, niggas know me
Keep two fours like I’m Kobe
Is you ridin’ or you hidin’?
If you slidin’, then you owe me (Owe me)
Run up, catch cold feet
Niggas act tough then call police
I don’t make friends, yeah, I make bands
Want some Ray-Bans ’cause I’m a OG
This AR be my trophy
Shoot first, nigga, shoot back
09, niggas woo back
Nigga automatic when the woo clap
Shoot first, nigga, shoot back
09, niggas woo back
Nigga automatic when the woo clap
(Automatic when the woo clap)

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
You can run up if you want

Fifty shots up in this Glock, I won’t let up
XD, niggas totin’ Berettas
Shoot first and do yourself a favor
Report like I’m Craig Sager
Back out, niggas ain’t with the bluffin’
Dread Woo, a nigga shoot you for nothin’
Ten toes on your block like I’m drummin’
SK’ll have a blicky runnin’ (It’s Pop Smoke)
It’s that nigga from the Floss, your bitch right back
And I don’t politic ’cause niggas ain’t like that
I drop a slip or two and get a light pack
And I don’t care if you losin’, still fight back

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
You can run up if you want

Mercy on me

Leagues – Pass My Way Lyrics

If I saw you on the street
Would you try to look at me with strangers eyes
And all the secrets that you’ve told
I kept them hid and held them close
Would come alive

And what was sleeping springs awake
Summer sun would shine its way into the night
And nothing more than seeing you
And seeing you and nothing more
Is all it takes
Still feels so right

What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way
What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way

When the day is at its end
When all my thoughts begin to bend

There way to you
No matter what I try to do
Shake it loose or shake it free
It’s of no use

What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way
What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way

It’s just a matter of
It’s just a matter of
It’s just a matter of time
It’s still inside of our
It’s still inside of our
It’s all inside of our heart

What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way
What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way

Pop Smoke – For The Night Lyrics (feat. Dababy & Lil Baby)

[Pop Smoke:]
CashMoneyAP
Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, oh
Oh (I’m tryna f*ckin’ get ’em), oh (I’m tryna f*ckin’ get ’em)
Oh, oh (Get ’em), oh
Oh (Gettin’ big on this), oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
What do you want? Won’t tell you twice, yeah
I’m a thief in the night (Thief in the night), oh

I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I’m always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night (Look)

If I call you bae, you bae for the day
Or a bae for the night, you not my wife
She want a killer to f*ck all night
I wanna f*ck on a thot, gimme head all night
AP, big rocks, in the hood with the ‘rillas
Five K on the dinner, bring three hundred thou’ to the dealer

I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I’m always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night (Baby)

[Lil Baby:]
I’m rich but I’m ridin’, I’m low on exotic, I’m ’bout to fly out and go get me some
Nothin’ ain’t seen, all this money on me, hunnid racks in the bag, that’s honey bun
Baby OG, I been runnin’ these streets, got the game from Lashawn, I’m my mama’s son
Learned ’bout the triple cross when I was young and I know I ain’t goin’ so I keep a gun
I flew to Paris just to buy some Dior
She beggin’ for attention, I don’t see her
See, I peeped Pop out, wish that you could see us

Me and Cash plus whenever I go re-up
I got some niggas in the street, won’t beat me
I got the industry tryna be me
I just go Ray Charles, they can’t see me
I’m in a Rolls-Royce with a RiRi

[Pop Smoke:]
I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I’m always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night (Yeah)

[DaBaby:]
Like a thief in the night (Thief)
I pull up, give her D for the night (Uh-huh)
Tryna f*ck in the V, it’s aight (Let’s f*ck)
We can’t f*ck up my seats ’cause they white (That’s my seats, watch my motherf*ckin’ seats)
I’m livin’ like "Thriller", I only come out at the night time
She don’t f*ck with liquor, don’t like bein’ tipsy
She don’t do the Henny, just white wine (What she do?)
Pop the cork on some new Pinot Grigio (Yeah)
I pull up in the Porsche wit’ a freaky ho (Zoom)
Park the Porsche and pull up in a Lambo (Hmph)
I hop out, Major Payne, rockin’ camo (Yessir)
Think she cute, make her f*ck, watch her man go (She cute)
Like to shoot, light you up, bitch, I’m Rambo
Cuban link full of rocks, it’s a choker (Oh)
Rest in peace to the Pop, make me smoke ya

[Pop Smoke:]
I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I’m always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night

Lil’ Kim – Off The Wall Lyrics

[Lil’ Cease]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Puffy] (Kim)
Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby
(Uh, uh, uh)
Let’s go!

[Lil’ Kim]
Ah! Ready or not here I come
I’m a Bentley y’all something like a Hyundai
Win more skins than a crack without dunja
Tasty like a sundae (Take that!)
(Mmm-da-da)
Eat it like a Kit Kat
Forge a climax, replay back
Lil’ Kim records hit the streets
DJ’s wanna spend that back like
Me and Lil’ Cease is the real tag-team
While most of y’all broads is just drag queens
It’s gonna take years before you match our cream
And only in your dreams can you see what we see

[Lil’ Cease]
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil’ Kim]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride ’em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

It’s the years 2G, things about to change
Trade in that Range, get a motherf*ckin’ plane
Your girl is lame, huh what?
Want a bitch like me what, huh?
If it’s diamonds you want
Baby I got ’em
Money in a briefcase
Who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I’m the girl with more cream than St. Patrick’s Day
A house by the bay so what do you say?
Me and you, nigga like running Roulette
The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?
Make it last all night and I’m ready to stay
Put your money and your jewels up one at time
And if you lose this game all this shit is mine
What you got?

Full house, triple ace and two kings
Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me
I win give it up!

[Lil’ Cease]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil’ Kim (Puffy)]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride ’em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

When it comes to status call me Dr. Ruth
I ain’t a prostitute I just speak the truth
Dicks I like ’em fat like a pickle
Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle
Niggas mention me for a sexual reference
Lil Kim’s everybody’s sexual preference
A bitch like me gives it on the first date
Why hesitate? I ain’t got time to wait!
Cause uh y’all know how I get down
(How you get down?)
Niggas from the East know how I get down
(That’s right!)
Cats from the West know how I get down
(West Side!)
From the North to South say can you get down!

[Lil’ Cease]
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil’ Kim]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride ’em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

[Puff Daddy]
Queen Bee, 2000
Get your backs up off the wall
Dance come on
Dance come on yeah
Dance come on
Notorious K.I.M.
J.M. come on
B.I.G. come on forever come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) I see you come on yeah
Come on

Pop Smoke – Gangstas Lyrics

Them niggas gotta hear what the f*ck I’m talkin’ ’bout (Woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil’ Z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real shit, nigga (Gangsters)
(Swerve)
I don’t want none of that extra loud shit
This ain’t none of that rainbow hair shit
Know what I’m sayin’? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets shit, yeah, nigga
(I be in New York with the gangsters)
f*ckin’ voice of the streets, man
It’s like Jesus walkin’ (Oozin’ automatics)
More like Christopher Walking, eh? (I be with the straights and the apes)
Y’all know what’s up (Talkin’ stone to stone)
(Runnin’ backs, we don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout it)
Free all my niggas, free all the streets

I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a nigga that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Grrt)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Bah)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (You lackin’ ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)

.44 got a kickback (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them trollin’ niggas actin’ up (Actin’ up)

So niggas packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin’ tough
‘Til niggas slapped him up (p*ssy)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha)
Niggas mad as f*ck (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don’t got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the blocked list (Blocked, bitch)
Niggas talkin’ ’bout they guns (Guns), but never shot shit (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (p*ssy)
Run up and I’m brandin’ them, take a nigga shoppin’ (Bitch)
Reach and I’m branchin’ it ’cause I don’t know who watchin’ (I’m on point)
It’s a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée (Hahaha)
38’s on the block (Block), a nigga won’t hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these bitches up (Move up) ’cause they was in the way
I wouldn’t want them to get shot by an enemy

I be in New York with the gangsters (And what’s up?)
Know a nigga that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Tandem, grrt)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Bah)
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (You lackin’ ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)

Rema – Woman Lyrics

Another banger

I’m in love with plenty women
I no mind marry all of them
E no matter the shape or color
I go make sure say I must collect
I get one wey be my sponsor
I get one wey dey call me honey
One wey dey do me witchy-witchy
She dey do like Patience Ozokwor

Wole ka lo
Get in my room make you la tan
Body dey move like a python
Love wey dey give me iron
Wole ka lo
After the room to the parlour
Bend make you pose for my cannon
Love wey dey boost my iron

I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gboran
I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gbo-

Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Ikebe wamé jar (Jar one, jar two, jar three)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Ikebe wamé jar (Jar one, jar two, jar three)

Too many girls in my DM
Uganda to London to Benin
I pray make I no go reply them
Never to be an olobe Oo
Lobe Oo
Kpakoro back to the matter Oo
Since I dey look all your picture Oo
Girl you go finish my data Oo (Asampeteprokotomakule)

Hmm I dey see girls for my explore
Dem many wey me I adore
If they no do no be by force
Plenty wey dey wey go concur
Dey wey go concur
Enter the room gimme your phone
Make dem no go see me for blog

Wole ka lo
Get in my room make you la tan
Body dey move like a python
Love wey dey give me iron
Wole ka lo
After the room to the parlour
Bend make you pose for my cannon
Love wey dey boost my iron

I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gboran
I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gboran

I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gboran
I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gboran

Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Ikebe wamé jar (Jar one, jar two, jar three)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Ikebe wamé jar (Jar one, jar two, jar three)

You see, as a man
I just want to relax and be taken care of
Is it too much to ask?

I too like woman
Woman

Nef The Pharaoh – Mac Of The Year Lyrics

Yeah
Nigga, I’m the motherf*ckin’ mac of the motherf*ckin’ year of the motherf*ckin’ motherf*ckin’ year, motherf*ckin’ year, nigga

I’m a mac, M-A-C and your bitch know it
She can’t relax, nigga the bag and all he did was grow it
Ain’t shit like this rap and this trap money
Either way, I’ma get paid, that’s why I act funny
I’ll be dead off the mud ’til she tap my pockets
I woke up out my sleep and took off like rockets
That’s your big brother bag, that is not your wallet (Cap)
My youngest son just turned one, I could put him through college (Facts)
I bought the Benz off the lot with the low mileage (Facts)
All cash, no L’s, f*ck a co-signer (Facts)
Somebody tell these motherf*ckers, I’m the big timer (Shit)
I’m the reason why these niggas think they big timing
My bitch bring me blues, your bitch bring you problems
You be on that hoe back like a dirty condom (Ha)
I never trip on a bitch I’m a real mobster
I crack a nigga on the field like I’m Shaq Thompson (Mobster)
You ain’t get the mud from the doc? I do not want it
All my enemies is dead, I don’t got opponents
I drop a bag on your head and watch somebody blow it (Boom)
Yeah, my Perc’ just kicked in, that bitch got me goin’
Quarterback with the pack, gold tee, I throw it (Go long)
We ain’t never shut down, my trap always rolling (Bitch)
I shopped so much at Barney’s, they went extinct

Flyest niggas on two feet, it’s Chang and SB
Passed up on your bitch, she was tryna molest me
I rock ice and keep a stick like I’m Wayne Gretzky
When I first met the ho, "Can I get the check please?"
Sike, I’m really not that nice, you shoulda went and got a geek
I’m the nigga in my hood, I should have my own street
I send your nigga to the store for some chips and a drink
And he better come back with my change and a receipt
Tellin’ Nef he never ran outta gas, they on E
f*ck your grandma that’s sick and your partner that’s deceased (f*ck that nigga)
His headstone a Porta Potti, we gon’ piss where he sleep
I was rich before Roddy and I still keep a gleek
Got so much game, the blind bitch wanna see
Like an inmate, fresh out the hoe, I got mail now (Money)
If you don’t see them niggas with me then we fell out
She love when I hop in the booth and go beast
I know the real shooter gang, your friends the police
You be giving them statements, and me? I don’t speak
If she ride with the chain, the ho finna work her cleats
I bought a little twenty ounce just so I could drop a three
Beat the p*ssy up for hours, I got stamina for weeks
Feelin’ like I’m Austin Powers on this groovy ass beat (Groovy baby)
I can make a square one lady into a freak
I’ma independent P, f*ck this rap industry
The ho told me she ran away ’cause you weak

Idris Elba – One Fine Day Lyrics (feat. Tigga Da Author)

[Intro]
What a day
What a long, long day
What a day
What a long, long day

[Verse 1]
I wake up in the early morning, sun is in my eyes
Feelin’ like a champion, I’m never losin’ a fight
I was runnin’ wild and chasin’ down all the tings I did not need
Did a smile, you bring it out, this life got the mandem sweet

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh my God, I am blessed
And you know it’s my time
Oh my days, no more stress
And I’m gonna get my shine
Runnin’ round, I’ve been runnin’ round
I’ve been fearless on that road
It’s been up and down, been up and down
I’m here to let you know

[Chorus]
And on that one fine day
We will take it there
And on that one fine day (And on that one fine day)
We will make it there (What a long, long day)

[Verse 2]
One fine day and we’ll get that, get that
No one can stop me, man, I can’t let that, let that
No one can take these dreams from my net back, no
The day it will come, it will come (Will come)
And I ain’t leavin’ ’til I get that (No way)
My mama told me I’m the one (I’m the one)
And I ain’t leavin’ ’til I be that

[Pre-Chorus]
I said, oh my God, I am blessed
And you know it’s my time
Oh my days, no more stress
And I’m gonna get my shine
Runnin’ round, I’ve been runnin’ round
I’ve been fearless on that road
It’s been up and down, been up and down
I’m here to let you know

[Chorus]
And on that one fine day (And on that one fine day)
We will take it there (We will take it there)
And on that one fine day (And on that one fine day)
We will make it there (We will make it there)
And on that one fine day (What a day)
We will take it there (What a long, long day)
And on that one fine day (What a day)
We will make it there (What a long, long day)

[Outro]
And on that one fine day
We will make it there (Ooh, yeah)
We’ll be there, yeah
What a day
What a long, long day
What a day (Lets go, lets go)
What a long, long day
(Yeah, yeah)
On that one fine day we will be there (Oh, yeah)
On that one fine day we will be there
On that one fine day we will be there (Oh, no)
On that one fine day we will be there (Oh, no)
On that one fine day we will be there

Cian Ducrot – Hurt So Bad Lyrics

It’s harder alone when she feels this way
To hearts is no home she’s so afraid
And she knows it was hard for him to stay in when he feels this pain
But she really needs someone to hold her
A part of her life was just ripped away

She feels empty always but she knows she can hold it
Had her beautiful eyes so full only she can know it
And she said

Who knew that it could hurt this bad
Losing something that she never knew you had
The heart beats like yours in my head
But who knew that it could hurt this bad
Who knew that it could feel this way
There’s a lot of what-ifs and empty space
And don’t ever know their face
But who knew that it could feel this way

It’s harder to explain if she’s feeling
This grieve, pain, no sometimes even
Was the blue eyes like hers a golden brown like his
She never felt like this

She feels empty always but she knows she can hold it
Had her beautiful eyes so full only she can know it
And she said

Who knew that it could hurt this bad
Losing something that she never knew you had
The heart beats like yours in my head

But who knew that it could hurt this bad
Who knew that it could feel this way
There’s a lot of what-ifs and empty space
And don’t ever know their face
But who knew that it could feel this way

Put your hand in mine
Cover up my eyes
You got a smile like mine
You’ll always be by my side
My life, all my life
You got a smile like mine

Put your hand in mine
Cover up my eyes
You got a smile like mine
You’ll always be by my side
My life, all my life
You got a smile like mine

Put your hand in mine
Cover up my eyes
You got a smile like mine
You’ll always be by my side
My life, all my life
You got a smile like mine

Who knew that it could hurt this bad (hurt this bad)
Losing something that she never knew you had (never knew you had)
The heart beats like yours in my head (in my head)
But who knew that it could hurt this bad (oh…)
Who knew that it could feel this way (feel this way)
There’s a lot of what-ifs and empty space (space)
And don’t every know their face
But who knew that it could feel this way

Aime Simone – Strange Inside Lyrics

Tell me a lie to adore
As subtle as
I won’t know anymore
Ailment
Say it now
Imagine days of future

I can live a life inside
If only our love’s allowed
No demons unknown
Aware of what I hide
No I don’t mind alone
But I do feel strange inside

It’s getting in my head
Down in heaven lit
My heart is
Riot and spirit
And I can’t hold no
Secret devil

Give me a high to adore
As sweet as
I’ve ever known before
Ailment
Play it now
Imagine days of future

I can live a life inside
If only our love’s allowed

No demons unknown
Aware of what I hide
No I don’t mind alone
But I do feel strange inside

Yeah leave it in the past
Hold on and see
All the signs in the dark
Slow down
Put it out and stay
The dawn
New life
Anywhere I find

Oh
It’s getting in my head
Down in heaven lit
My heart is
Riot and spirit
And I can’t hold no
Secret devil

Whoa
It’s getting in my head
Down in heaven lit
My heart is

Riot and spirit
And I can’t hold no
Secret devil

Westside Gunn – Michael Irvin Lyrics

Conductor
Ayo

Ayo, everybody think they fly now, but ain’t nobody flyer (Ah)
You ever cooked a half a brick in the air fryer? (Ah)
Shootin’ out the Lambo truck ’til I was tired (Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Cases everywhere, burned a hole in the tire
Made his whole face lock up, my shit fire (Ah)
Forties in the buffs, but today, I wore the wires (But today, I wore the wires)
Don’t talk too loud, lord, he got the wire (He got the wire)
China flea market aprons on, baggin’ China (Ah)
Niggas got the Mike Tyson bags here to spite us
Call a [?] in, I need two niggas snipin’
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
FLYGOD, everybody wanna be like him
Back of the back, but I still like to drive it (Skrrt)
Nothin’ hurt worse than ChineGun dyin’
Nightmares my whole bid, I’m at the showers with the knifers (Ah)
P Murda ’bout two cells down, he real righteous
Respected by the one-to-one niggas to the lifers (Ah)
We got niggas wearin’ shitbags and the diapers

Stomach full of staples, on the f*ck nigga diet
Knee on a neck, now everybody riot (f*ck the police)
The bin killin’ niggas, do the math, peep the science (Do the science)
You want my autograph, kiss the hand, I’m your highness (I’m your highness)
Taste the work, better turn to, I’m a psychic (Ah)
My niggas shoot your whole block down for excitement (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
FLYGOD, the one who made thunder and lightning (Uh)
Who made water wet, I need Sly out confinement
My coke positive, you drop yours, the shit minus
Woke up, middle of the night, my celly cryin’
Nigga got a L, he realized he gon’ die there

Dallas Cowboy Michael Irvin was indicted on two counts of drug possession Monday
He faces up to twenty years in prison if convicted
This stems from a March 4th incident in which police found Irvin
Former teammate Alfredo Roberts, and two female companions in an Irving
Texas motel room along with substantial amounts of marijuana and cocaine

Rockstah – Nerdrevolution Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Arsch von der Couch hoch, HD-TV aus
Rock ist zurück, ich verkörper’ den Grauton
R zu dem O – Rap-Vertigo
Gründer, Führer, Leiter einer Nerdrevolution
Ist der Aufstand der Rollenspielclubs
Ist der Parka gebügelt, die Brille geputzt
Geht es raus auf die Straßen mit eigenen Waffen
Wir schlagen dich tot per Schachbrett
Das ist der Leitsatz: nie wieder einsam
Rechne mit allem, die Bullen im Einsatz
Wir stampfen, bis der Kanaldeckel bebt
Im Himmel sie fliegen wie Steine – PCs
Hochaufgelöst ist der König der Nerds
Wir haben den Kampf nur per Lightgun erlernt
Tötet den DJ, schreit rofl im Club
Ich kreisch’ über’s Headset die Boxen kaputt

[Pre-Hook 1]
Ich bin die Autokratie – Ich will die Welle sein
Ich will der Führer eurer sogenannten Hänger sein

[Hook]
Jetzt wird gecheatet, dieser Junge läuft im Godmode
N E R D, das Tattoo auf den Knöcheln dieses Rockstahs (Rockstah!)
Gib mir deine Pokemon-Karten
Sonst schlag ich dich per Hadouken aus dem Shirt von Ed Hardy

Jetzt wird gecheatet, dieser Junge läuft im Godmode
N E R D, das Tattoo auf den Knöcheln dieses Rockstahs (Rockstah!)
Das Internet bricht ein und schreit OMG
Wenn ich fertig bin, braucht dieses Deutschland eine Boot CD

[Verse 2]
Der Bodycount steigt, die Zähler rotieren
Deine Frau kann mich beim Gruscheln massieren
Du lachst über Witze mit XD
Ich bring’ die Welt aus den Fugen wie zu viele Pixel

Das Fernsehprogramm ist physischer Spam
Und ich das Produkt, nur ein wütender Mensch
Früher noch Fan, doch ich riss die Kabel vom Kopf
Und sagte zur Gehirnwäsche: “Stopp!”
Und jetzt hat das Warten ein Ende
Gesucht und gefunden: der Kopf eurer Hänger
Ich bin das, glaubt doch, es steht mir
Rapper sind Hustler und Rockstah ein Mitglied der Jedi
Ab jetzt ist egal, wie die Spasten noch aussehen
Ich regel die Welt mit Glatze und Plauze
Der Fight-Club-Effekt – Wir fangen bei Null an
Die Macht dieser Welt, liegt in meinem Controller

[Pre-Hook 2]
Und ein Knopfdruck könnte schon reichen
Für den Neustart unserer Steinzeit
Ich will euch zeigen, wie man Hass in eine Richtung lenkt
Ohne, dass man gleich mit ‘ner Beretta in die Schule rennt

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Ab jetzt zahlst du dein Schutzgeld in WoW-Gold
Ab jetzt zahlst du dein Schutzgeld in WoW-Gold
Ab jetzt zahlst du dein Schutzgeld in WoW
Ich bin wie die WiiFit, für Hänger ‘ne Bewegung
Sei lieber wachsam, denn ich twitter meine Anschlagsziele
Meine Gang marschiert in deinen Block wie Ritterspiele
Nun sollen die brennenden Flaschen in den New Yorker krachen
Ihr sollt meinen Namen in die Hauben aller Porsche kratzen

[Hook]

[Outro]
Wenn ich fertig bin, braucht dieses Deutschland eine Boot CD
Wenn ich fertig bin, braucht dieses Deutschland eine Boot CD
Boot CD, Boot CD, Boot CD, Boot CD

Paolo – Te Amo Tanto Lyrics

Não me preocupo mais
Se você vai me entender
Tanto fez tanto faz
Só queria te dizer
Dar certo é só um detalhe
Fale mais ao coração
Pois amar e o que vale
Pouco importa ter razão

Eu te amo tanto tanto tanto tanto
Tanto que faz doer no coração
É como o sol da solidão queimando

Dar certo é só um detalhe
Fale mais ao coração
Pois amar e o que vale

Pouco importa ter razão

Se por acaso um dia você precisar
De alguém pra alguma coisa vem me procurar
Em outra pessoa você
Não vai encontrar, não vai encontrar
Um amor assim

Assim te amo tanto, tanto, tanto
Assim te amo tanto, tanto, tanto
Tanto que faz doer no coração
O amor não tem explicação

Al Wilson – Poor Side Of Town Lyrics

Do do do, wah
Shooby dooby
Do do do, wah
Shooby dooby

Now how can you tell me
How much you’ve missed me
When the last time I saw you
You wouldn’t even kiss me

Now that rich guy you’ve been seein’
He must have put you down
So welcome back, baby
Back to the poor side of town

To him you were nothing
But a little plaything
Girl, you were not much more
Than just another overnight fling

To me, you were the greatest thing
This boy had ever found
And, girl, it’s so hard to find nice things

Here on the poor side of town

I don’t blame you for trying
I’m trying to make it too
But I’ve got one little hangup, baby
You know I just can’t make it without you

So tell me
Are you gonna stay now?
I wanna know, will you stand by me, girl
All the way now

Oh, with you by my side
I know they can’t keep us down
‘Cause together, we’re gonna make it, baby
Right here on the poor side of town

Do do do, wah
Shooby dooby
Do do do, wah
Shooby dooby