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Lil Wayne – I Like The View Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 03:58:46 +0000

[Hook] I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal Good wasn’t home so I settled for better I’m on my way to get it, but get it got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I’m like “Hey, I like the view from here!” I’m so high I can’t see you from here Both eyes on the money, it’s looking back at me Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy P-ssy getting problems, can’t live without em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a bitch, but I can’t buy tomorrow That’s why I go hard, ho (That’s why I go hard, ho) [Verse 1] God bless the world, and most people in it It’s anybody’s game, but nobody’s winning Mona Lisa smile, that bitch barely grinning Take you off the face of the Earth like a blemish We went from Boyz to Menace, Menace II Society Now we get higher, call that shit karate Blame it on the money, the money is the bad guy Smoke so much good, I don’t even have a bad side Yeah, I got a p-ssy hangover Bitches eat me up like my name is Russell Stover Murder the perception, make em get it right If I’m flirting with perfection, I’m f-cking her tonight I’m a Southerner delight, Louisiana pride The belly of the beast, it ate me alive Tell them bitches they’ll never take me alive And today, I took a walk outside and… [Hook] I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal Good wasn’t home so I settled for better I’m on my way to get it, but get it got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I’m like “Hey, I like the view from here!” I’m so high I can’t see you from here Both eyes on the money, it’s looking back at me Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy P-ssy getting problems, can’t live without em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a bitch, but I can’t buy tomorrow That’s why I go hard, ho (That’s why I go hard, ho) [Verse - 2] Uh, and we all kiss our momma’s Cause promises are broken, but tomorrow is a promise Think I’m getting sick, I’m feelin’ ill-egal And not having money is the root of all evil Life is a midget so try to live it up It’s Doctor Carter bitch, I got this shit nipped and tucked If these walls could talk, they’d probably won’t shut up I need some wallpaper, before they start the fuss Yeah, pick up the phone and call yo bluff Call Mitchell Carmone, now my pockets all buff I don’t think about the future, it comes soon enough Motherf-cker I don’t shoot you, bitch I shoot you up I ain’t like these niggas, I don’t like these niggas I just roll another joint, like Spike Lee nigga And when I woke up this morning, got the cold out my eyes And then I took a walk outside [Hook] I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal Good wasn’t home so I settled for better I’m on my way to get it, but get it got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I’m like “Hey, I like the view from here!” I’m so high I can’t see you from here Both eyes on the money, it’s looking back at me Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy P-ssy getting problems, can’t live without em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a bitch, but I can’t buy tomorrow That’s why I go hard, ho

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Lil Wayne – Up Up And Away Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 03:54:34 +0000

Up Up And Away Up Up And Away Up Up And Away I’m about to go up up and away in-your in-your mouth Watch what you say You sweet as pie a muffin and cake Girl open her mouth, ? on her face Live for the night, sleep in the day Ya high, sleep, sleep it away I am a dog, you should sleep the gate How sweet is the taste Gun to ya head, what ya peep gonna say Weezy, beep beep beep in the space Floating away like a leaf in the lake I’m gon like the lead in a race Talk that thing, I walk that thing Pills, weed, all that, b-b-bad bad I’ma call that Call that shit Hm, what they talking about I go hard they soft as a couch I’m running them in and walking them out Cars so cold I park in the house Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant Flow so tight, it’s yeast infected Kill ‘em all when they least expect it Money talk, Lisa Leslie, YMCMB connection Rappers is what I eat for breakfast Run up in my sheets If she aint ? she can exit Gun tucked in the waist I buss in ya face I aint got nothing to say but up up and away Up up and away, up up and away Man I’m so high, I come down in a couple of days Up up and away, up up and away Man I’m so high, I come down in a couple of days Weezy, where ya going? Up You’re going a little bit too far (haha) Up up and away In in ya mouth, watch what you say

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Lil Wayne – 6 Foot, 7 Foot Lyrics (feat Cory Gunz)

IHHM — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 20:53:17 +0000

[Hook] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Lil Wayne Verse 1] Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner you don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher so misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma? two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her life is the bitch, and death is her sister sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture you know father time, we all know mother nature it’s all in the family, but I am of no relation no matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation f-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish [Hook] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Lil Wayne Verse 2] I’m going back in okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy but hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self defense swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins n-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end talking to myself because I am my own consultant married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery you full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off real n-gga all day and tomorrow but these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights the fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do if these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on but most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya” bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna people say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her you n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate yeah, with a swag you would kill for money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell [Cory Gunz] Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba and I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya I be macking, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter n-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times that I keep these bucks steady on my mind tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love? keep throwing my sign in the middle hit ‘em up, piece on my side, ’cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard? Gunna

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Lil Wayne ft Rick Ross – John Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 21:01:35 +0000

[Lil Wayne] Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death Top down, it’s upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet! You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n-ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh [Rick Ross] I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car [Lil Wayne] Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh [Rick Ross] Big black n-gga, and an icey watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish! I’m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a bitch n-gga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago [Rick Ross] I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car [Lil Wayne] Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh [Lil Wayne] Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox Big bee’s, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck Empty the clip than roll a window up P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas Cinnabon I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum 200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB Bitch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving If I died today it’d be a holiday [Rick Ross] I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car So don’t make it come alive Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y’all Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up [Lil Wayne] I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car Yeah

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Lil Wayne – How To Love Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 20:58:19 +0000

You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love How to love You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in the corner tryna put it together How to love How to love For a second you were here Why you over there? Its hard not to stare, the way you moving your body Like you never had a love Never had a love When you was just a young’un your looks was so precious But now your grown up So fly its like a blessing but you can’t have a man look at you for 5 seconds Without you being insecure You never credit yourself so when you got older It’s seems like you came back 10 times over Now you’re sitting here in this damn corner Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love How to love See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in the corner tryna put it together How to love How to love For a second you were here Why you over there? Its hard not to stare the way you moving your body Like you never had a love Had a love You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions But it wasn’t your fault Wasn’t in your intentions To be the one here talking to me Be the one listening But I admire your poppin bottles and dippin’ Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping Baby, so don’t be mad Nobody else trippin You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook See You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love How to love See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in the corner tryna put it together How to love How to love Oooh, See I just want you to know That you deserve the best You’re beautiful You’re beautiful Yeah And I want you to know, you’re far from the usual Far from the usual You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love How to love See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in the corner tryna put it together How to love How to love See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love How to love See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in the corner tryna put it together How to love How to love

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XV – 30,000 Feet Up In The Sky Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 17:42:14 +0000

[Hook] We going high, high, high, high 30,000 Feet Up In The Sky (Vizzy) We going high, high, high, high 30,000 Feet Up In The Sky We going high, high, high, high 30,000 Feet Up In The Sky [Verse 1: XV] I do it all for the life that we cherishing And dimes like a ferryman And paper like librarians And a whole bunch of Squarians Who keep me on shuffle Knowing I’m gon’ win This is game 6, 4th quarter, Dallas in a huddle 16 years old, you woulda found me in some trouble Cause I hustle while they cuddle And threw knuckles when they juggled And I stacked chips but never singles These are pringles those are ruffles And if Kansas burned down now, you would find me in the rubble Cause I rep it like every second And I get it like every minute I’m more serious every period And I’m in it with every sentence Before it’s all over I promise they’ll carry the best My brother is Dillion, I’m bound to be stressed No dollars is on them streets boy All you gon get is reality checks I’m overseas like Bono and hittin’ tree like Bono Blunts fat as Yokozuna But my eyes like Yoko Ono’s And all I have are hopes man That one day they’ll all get on me You found out that I’m dope man Go ‘head and snitch on me [Hook] [Verse 2] Wherever you think I went, I didn’t go And if I did I took a pic of it and sent it home Deserving my spot, I put that sword in the rock like Pendragon Arthur, Arthur Vizzy bitch I’m in my zone They do what the Romans do, when in Rome And I do what a cobra do, spit venom Told my city I did a song like lights up in a rented home We fight just for the time thats here And live life until my minutes gone My-my how fifteen minutes fly by They tellin’ me I rep it And I just reply “I try” They know just where my head is Where my head is where I’m headed is the sky The game was hungry and these monkeys just fedded a bunch of lies And they give food while they give food And I came through like I’m they hero My label is asking for hits I’m thinking I’m steadily bringing them kilo’s And shawty is asking for one on one I’m asking them for a trio I get over her like scorpio My hearts on sub zero Heroes

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Teyana Taylor – Her Room (Marvin’s Room Remix) Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 14:07:11 +0000

[Verse 1:] Chillin’ in my bedroom Wife-beater and my panties on I just got a phone call That you was out with your new girl The nigga that I did love Really kinda threw me off Feel like I’m drowning in sorrow Where is my lifeguard? [Hook] Fuck that new girl, that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had I said fuck that new girl, that you think you found But you calling me even when she’s around I’m just saying, with me you had better I know your boys have told you that lately After me, you couldn’t find better Notice that your new girl ain’t me (ain’t me, yeah) [Verse 2:] Kisses from a rebound She’s just a girl you keep around I see all of your phone calls But I don’t have the time to pick up no more All the shit that we been through And I admit it boy I miss you too And I been sippin’ on this champagne A little tipsy so I call you back to say [Hook] Fuck that new girl that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had I said fuck that new girl that you think you found But you calling me even when she’s around I’m just saying, with me you had better I know your boys have told you that lately After me, you couldn’t find better Notice that your new girl ain’t me (she ain’t T, yeah) [Verse 3:] You gon be trippin’ when I’m at a party You see these niggas lookin’ at my body You wanna grab me when you see me leaving Won’t take you back and I’ll give you the reasons; I told you I’d leave, knowing I wanted to stay You didn’t try, you let me walk away Starting to think all niggas are the same The look on your face tells me that you’re ashamed Wanted to love you but now I’m afraid You say you need me and how much you’ve changed I don’t believe you, it could be just game Trust isn’t something you give out, it’s gained [Bridge] Didn’t wanna give up Say you want me back now, got my feelings mixed up I just wanna move on, I need someone that I can lean on And it won’t be a nigga like you [Hook] I’m just saying with me you had better I can’t even remember…number You tell me that I may have better And you know…new girl ain’t me She ain’t me [Speaking] I’m faded… [Outro] Care for me, care for me I know you care for me There for me, there for me Said you’d be there for me Cry for me, cry for me You said you’d die for me Give to me, Give to me Why won’t you live for me Care for me, care for me I know you care for me There for me, there for me Said you’d be there for me Cry for me, cry for me You said you’d die for me Give to me, Give to me Why won’t you live for me? Where-where were you when I needed you?

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Soulja Boy ft. Big Sean – Love Money Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 13:53:44 +0000

[Soulja Boy: Intro] Hey, hey, hey, hey, Souljer, (aight) souljer, souljer (ok) We in this thang (aight)…(Soulja Boy Tellem) You already know what time it is mane (Skurt, Skurt… Skurt) We Back in here. Uh, [Chorus] Yes I do love money, Keep my whole cliq stuntin’, Nothing but them hunnids, Keep them ones don’t want em. Yes I do love money, Keep my whole cliq stuntin’, Nothing but them hunnids, Keep them ones don’t want em. Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Keep my whole cliq stuntin, Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Keep my whole cliq stuntin, Nothing but them hunnids, Nothing but them hunnids, Nothing but them hunnids, Keep them ones don’t want em. Nothing but them hunnids, Nothing but them hunnids, Nothing but them hunnids, Keep them ones don’t want em. [Soulja Boy] L-O-V-E M-O-N-E-Y, Cop the true religion tee, And threw 300 in the sky, Polo shoes on my feet, And my pants are saggin’, Looking so pretty, You would’ve thought I was a faggot, Watch the hood get it, Cook it like chicken, And I got the combo, And it came wit biscuits, And I got the combo, And it came wit biscuits, And I got the combo, And it came wit biscuits, [Chorus] Yes I do love money, Keep my whole cliq stuntin, Nothing but them hunnids, Keep them ones don’t want em. Yes I do love money, Keep my whole cliq stuntin, Nothing but them hunnids, Keep them ones don’t want em. Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Keep my whole cliq stuntin, Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Keep my whole cliq stuntin, Nothing but them hunnids, Nothing but them hunnids, Nothing but them hunnids, Keep them ones don’t want em. Nothing but them hunnids, Nothing but them hunnids, Nothing but them hunnids, Keep them ones don’t want em. [Big Sean] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why everything green is good for me? I met these bitch ass niggas couldn’t be, Six mile that’s just the hood in me, P my ghetto poetry, Im getting high and rappin’ that’s flowetry (flow-e-tree) Is that a green carpet? Now the whole floor a tree. I swear to GOD aint no hoe in me, But im in a hose, Im prolly in ya’ hoe, (in ya’ hoe) Aw shit there go a staple, At least you know my bitch centerfold, I belong in the Guinness, From worldstar I rented, Don’t fuck with these niggas, Im fuckin they misses, Im stacking my money, My money get interest, My interest get business, My business get bitches. [Big Sean: Outro] B-I-G, I do it, Boi, boi, Boys and hoes stuntin, Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Keep my whole cliq stuntin, You aint getting moneyyyyyyy, Haaaaaaaaaaa, I do it, Finally famous getting, Finally famous getting, Money and bitches, Money and bitches, Im getting money and bitches, SOD!!!…Good, That Detroit player shit, Man I just did a show, That’s why my muthafuckin voice gone, B-I-G, Sean Don, That’s my nickname BITCH!, I don’t love bitches, I just love money, (Yeah) I don’t love bitches, Man I swear I love money, SOD!!!, Soulja, Soulja, Soulja, B-I-G BITCH!, Prolly got yo bitch in the trans nigga, (hahaha) Again, Yeah, Shout out my nigga sed ink, I do it, (yeah) Cool aight cool.

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Cee-Lo Green – Bridges Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 13:43:51 +0000

[Verse 1 - Cee Lo] I will build a bridge Over the troubled water for you The one that was here Was weak and weary Time had torn it down Started little by little We can meet right in the middle We laugh about it later But it’s time for it now Soon as all the work is done Get old hands in harmony Sit and talk and share the sun I know that you can feel it But it’s gonna take a feeling [Hook] It’s gonna get a little easier Ohhhh, it’s gonna get a little easier ohhhh, it’s gonna get a little easier A little easier for you to understand [Verse 2 - Cee Lo] I want to build the bridges So that when the elders hear it It reminds us of that spirit That makes us all the same Don’t give up on your children Because of human nature We’ve got virtue, we’ve got vices What you’ve done is not in vain It don’t matter how long it’s been Turn back the music on I want to dance with my father again I know that you can feel it But it’s gonna take a feeling [Hook] [Verse 3 - Cee Lo] I want to build a bridge Between every sister and brother Father and mother, friend and lover Black, white and other, love one another I dare you to just do it It’s the only way to prove it If I promise to take the first step Will you take the other? Don’t you want to be certain of? Don’t you want to know you’re free? You can come together over me I know that you can feel it But it’s gonna take a feeling [Hook]

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Bad Meets Evil – A Kiss Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 13:27:04 +0000

[Intro] I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed (x4) [Verse 1: Royce] Nickle Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper to shot a fan Gucci’s my absolute state of mind, like Waka’s man Chopper sprayin’, getting head in a car called, new Gallardo This bitch sucking my dick today, call her yesterday’s news tomorrow Stretch a nigga out, I’m the new Tae-bo ’bout to cross over, I’m the new Ivo ’bout to saves a couple of these bitches, that’s right, I’m the new Bible You? You five-O, me? I’m all grounded than punishments But I’m too fly though, y’all niggas be whinin’, I should call you Moscato [Eminem] Look down at the floorboard It looks like someone left a pair of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe Never know just what type of a hoe inside of my ride I may let Last night went to 5 a.m., and she ain’t even recover from last Friday yet Hoes all over the ride like it’s an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret I already ran over two hoes and I ain’t get out the fucking driveway yet Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for? Get in girl, don’t front Shorty your, fightin’ an unwinnable war, it’s useless as tits on a boar, little tits on a whore Got em actin’ like spoiled brats kickin’ and screamin’ like little kids throwing fits on the floor Get in the whip but you ain’t turning this frog into a prince, why you trying to keep convincing me for? [Hook] I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed (you won’t get one) I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed (not from me) I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed (not on the lips are you crazy maybe the cheek but thats all you gon get from me) [Verse 2: Eminem] Now you in my whip just long as you understand that I can’t be whipped You say companionship, I say abandon ship, I’m a gigolo so you know I’m always on the go, I ain’t got no time to slow down for no relationshit Drop the P and add a T, yeah, you can get mad at me all you want But I’m ghost before you can even say boo, hun let alone call me one A one night stand is all he wants wit a female fan, yeah, one like Stan And he’s so about a one nightstand this bedroom only has two lamps and only one nightstand Get the hint? Ooh yeah boo, eew! I ain’t finnna argue but why do you think They call it boo? Yeah, cause the sound of it’s ‘posed to scare you [Royce] Oh ho, we can share you in the back of the McLaren I don’t give a fuck what your name is, we gon’ call you Hi and Bye Hope you bi in the mean time your name is Sharon Slows the flow down so I can what? Tell you same face I make when I’m shooting the gun’s the same face that I make when I fuck From the back of my hand on your neck pressing your face against the sheets it’s insane You vin change, cause I’m outta this world girl I got that Milky Way dick vein I’m at an all-time high with highness, I’m at an all-time fly with flyness And this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness, yeah [Hook] [Verse 3: Royce] Nickle Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan (Push a chick out the car while it’s moving like Waka’s man) Her bottom’s dark, but her top is tan, her private parts Got her on the pole like the opposite of her papa’s plan (Come on stripper, let’s hit the strip 180 throw it in reverse And drop the trans I’m in the trance, now look at this bitch dance) Looking at this tramp, like what you wearing girl, quit playing (Yeah bitch and them scrach and sniff pants? Well let me scratch ‘em) Let me sniff, yeah What? Did I say that? I’m on lean like styrofoam cups and kickstands [Eminem] Middle finger stuck on fuck, stiff hands But girl you got a butt like no if ands So yea what the hell, maybe, oh hell, Shady, he’ll tell it like it is So tell Katie Perry he’s on the tail, he’s tailgating These bells are my maiden call and I’m here, bell’s waiting and tell Lady Gaga, she can quit her job at the post office, she’s still a mail lady Wouldn’t fuck her with her dick you heard, you heard the verdict’s in He’s allergic to divas, and take meat cleavers to ‘em Him don’t give a damn about beaver do him? What a demon, a behemoth, evil just seems to be seething through him [Royce] I like the little strip tease you doing this evening, you and me gon’ find Three more chickadees and have a menage like Nicki You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit under it, sweating Suck my dick, both gets to steppin’s my logic [Eminem] My God trick, my dick is hard, thick as a yardstick What we gonna do? Ride around ’til we’re carsick Then I’m gonna put this shit in park like dog shit And you can blow me in the dark in the parking lot Of the trailer park by the garbage What you waiting on? Me to roll out the carpet? Condoms are in the glove compartment, let’s start it Think I’m joking? What, am I sitting here Tryna make fake farts with my armpits? Tryna get you to spit pop through your nose? Am I here to amuse you? Stop it [Royce] I’m in your pocket outside of a church The other hand reaching for bottom of your purse You giving me head in a boxing stance My dick’s so big you could drop it in dirt I’m not your man, we’re sparring partners There’s five things you are in charge of, that’s Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick Sucking a dick, sucking a dick [Eminem] If you ain’t sucking a dick, why you sitting there With puckered lips? Oh that’s collagen, mothafucking bitch What you mean how’d you, get suckered into this You gon’ jump into my truck and then try to get truculent? (You should be suffering, you should be cooking You should be buckling your seatbelt with oven mitts) Excuse me while I’m making an ass of myself But it’s only cause I just wanna get [Hook]

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Ludacris feat. Lil Wayne & Trey Songz – Sex Faces Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 13:24:49 +0000

[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 golf 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 [Trey Songz] You must be used to all the finer things Infatuated by what money brings It seems to me you hoes will never change (Hoes wont ever change) So all that’s left is for us to exchange [Lil Wayne] I met her at a restaurant, she was a waitress One day I went in and sat at her table She asked me what will I be having, I said the basics “Well done steak, vegetables and potatoes” She asked if I will be having a drink, I said later Bring me a glass of vodka and a chaser As me and my homie sat and discussed paper I could feel a fire burning me like a laser I could see her thighs through uniform pants so I didn’t leave a tip I left her an advance, along with my number saying give me a call And you know I didn’t have to leave my name at all She called me when she got off So I invited her to my loft And she flew over like a moth thing You know she came straight up outta all of that cloth We had a couple blunts and some champagne Then she massaged all of my back pains Then it became time for her to pack things I said hit me up again, we do the same thing Jumped in the shower, got out and sawa text message It had a smiley face and said “you the best sexy XOXO!” I replied I love your f-ck face [Trey Songz] You must be used to all the finer things Infatuated by what money brings It seems to me you hoes will never change (Hoes wont ever change) So all that’s left is for us to exchange

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JoJo – Marvin’s Room (Can’t Do Better) Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 13:22:10 +0000

[Verse 1] I have been up three days Adderall and redbull This call is a mistake There’s something strong in this water bottle I hear you got a new chick But that’s a little Barbie doll I feel so pathetic But you still haven’t heard it all [Chorus] Fuck that new girl that you like so bad She’s not crazy like me I bet you like that I said fuck that new girl that’s been in your bed And when you’re in her I know I’m in your head I’m just saying you can do better Always turned you out every time we were together Once you had the best you can’t do better Baby I’m the best so you can’t do better [Verse 2] Running to your homeboys They’re all fucking idiots You’re not even my boyfriend But you’re tripping because I’m in the club Yeah that’s right I’m dancing And something cool is in my cup I’ma send a sexy picture To remind you what you’ve given up [Chorus] Fuck that new girl that you like so bad She’s not crazy like me I bet you like that I said fuck that new girl that’s been in your bed And when you’re in her I know I’m in your head I mean, I’m just saying you can do better Always turned you out every time we were together Once you had the best boy, you can’t do better Baby I’m the best so you can’t do better

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Lil Wayne – Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 13:31:03 +0000

Sleepin’ at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody wanna be fly til you swat ‘em But who am I to talk? I ain’t shittin’ roses We in in the same picture but we all got different poses I’m looking in my rear view, I see the world in it I try to slow down, and I get rear ended Pause! Like a red light, I’m dead right! Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights? They say “you don’t know what you’re doing till you stop doing it” Well call me clueless cause I do this Attention all shooters, I’m a shooting star Life is a course and I’mma shoot for Par I’m searching for today instead I found tomorrow And I put that shit right back like I’ll see what I find tomorrow Young Money CMR, I’m Blood like a scar I’m Weezy F baby and the F aint for “Flaw” It’s like I have it all But I don’t have to worry Married to the money, a true love story Only God can judge me, I don’t need a jury Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security Back to my journey, that bullshit don’t concern me I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney If you sleeping on me, than I hope you toss and turning I’m so cold I’m hypothermic, ask yo girl she will confirm it Yeah, Now what we doing with it You keep opening ya grill, I’m barbecuing with it I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it Some say this shit is a joke well I hope they get it Ok, I’m walking on needles, sticking to the point Yeah the streets is talking, I’m familiar with the voice I’m a gangsta by choice I hope my son’s choose wiser And don’t call me sir, call me survivor Yeah And I aint doing nothin’ but getting my share Breathin’ this air If Miss Rochelle told me she gon keep me in her prayers So I’m feeling alright I’m tryna stay aware And if you wanna trip than I’mma meet ya there To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer I’m tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear Weezy F baby and the F aint for fear Uhhh

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XV – Phobia Lyrics

IHHM — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 02:52:09 +0000

“But even Superman gets hurt by the green”

[Verse 1 - XV] Yeah, do I want this bad as I think that I want it? Posters on the wall, you’d think that I’m wanted Jessie James style, living without laws A rebel without cause, and models without flaws Sound good? Probably is Texted Wiz asking him “where the party is?” Still don’t go out Cause I always feel like the nigga nobody know ’bout So til I am a Billboard charter Record label Martyr Hold my bottle in July for sparklers Going from 500 comments online to hit the club fresh And nobody comment on mine, I won’t lie Sometimes it kills to dream But even Superman gets hurt by the green But what I’m scared of is getting hits like a fiend And then being high and it’s not what it seems Damn… [Hook] What are you afraid of? Afraid of, afraid of What are you afraid of? Nothing but you What are you afraid of? Afraid of, afraid of What are you afraid of? Nothing but you [Verse 2 - XV] Yeah, baby I’m your boogie-man She said Maybe we should be friends Maybe we should be then If that’s all it takes for us to break You could be my Rose but you chose to be the Vase She said I froze when she said “Let’s get a place!” Like commitment is what I’m scared to make She don’t gotta go and look my mom in the face With three marriages that she views as mistakes Wait, you’ll never be that to me Hope you know that in case you ever come back to me I know sometimes these 16?s are just raps to me But me and your love grew so rapidly I still see you sleeping in the bed with your back to me How did our “forever after” not end happily? Actually, I guess it’s not goodbye You can’t open your eyes, baby We ain’t even high [Hook] What are you afraid of? Afraid of, afraid of What are you afraid of? Nothing but you What are you afraid of? Afraid of, afraid of What are you afraid of? Nothing but you [Verse 3 - XV] Counting my blessings watching Inception Feeling like my dreams come true like the totem fell over ‘fore the credits started rolling But these are just previews, it all would come soon I’m just living in it, like front rooms Cause any minute it all could conclude Chasing the high like running on blunt fumes Came from the underground, creature from the Lagoon She’s so amazed by this life I live But I cannot stay, one night to give And I hate to say that I hit it and quit But in the back of my mind I know she thinks that I did And it kills me, tryna put my all into it All those BBMs you sent Have an “R” next to it 143?s turn to OMG’s – TTYL, my flights about to leave I know… [Hook] What are you afraid of? Afraid of, afraid of What are you afraid of? Nothing but you What are you afraid of? Afraid of, afraid of What are you afraid of? Nothing but you

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Lil Wayne Ft. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine – My Birthday Lyrics

IHHM — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 02:46:31 +0000

“Y’all niggas squares, but aint got no angle, My shit’s so tight you can get strangled”

[Intro - Lil Wayne] Yeah, it’s on Basically.. I got the Streets and the boot with me Dedication trois [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Now let me talk my shit! Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish Weezy F bitch I can say what I please Swagger so cold it stay when I leave I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas I kill dogs like I’m making chinese food Rude only when I gotta be Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me “Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!” Shawty won’t be on my team, she could cheerlead.. Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T I make a snow angel Y’all niggas squares, but aint got no angle My shit’s so tight you can get strangled It’s Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that “private plane clothes” I’m taking off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I’m a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue I talk too much shit I eat p-ssy and you suck dick [Kidd Kidd] They call me “Lil Nut” but my nuts aren’t the same No homo, that’s how I came in the game I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane The shit that made Pinky blow Out the Brain brain Told Lois Lane I can’t be a Super Mane My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game I’m back at the halftime like it’s just an ankle sprain Ain’t no one could do it better More hits than Eddie Guerrerra The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors It’s mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien What planet is he from Huh? Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun Picture Buzz with the shotgun ? All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud We 7:30 livewires Unplug off the chain, utterly untame Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain Hard to come out, like a nut-stain I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes And flying planes, who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I’m styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo Gudda, I’m the East gang schizo It’s no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle High yellow nigga but my hot dog, like nutskins Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin Let me get back in it, bitch I just go head first, you be on that timid shit Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown (give me shit) My niggas Streets say “Kill them all!” Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon I’m just eating nigga, I’m getting my dinner on And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on [Mack Maine] Talk reckless, I don’t give a muthafuck I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck I come for you and your kids like nigga what Niggas with elephantitis ain’t got bigger nuts Young Money nigga, big dicks, big trucks I’mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us Go to court, the case get dissmussed Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us It’s Mack Maine, ain’t shit to discuss I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas Then turn to their female dog like “bitch, what?” My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis My dick big, that’s why I walk like I got tendonitis I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis He ain’t got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it See, I’m a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus I got a set fee, I ain’t about discussing prices Cause I ain’t tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson Wish you could see my face now Feel like I’m ? See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling Young Money the fucking nicest Put words together like a fucking hypen Nigga don’t make us start fucking rifling Nigga really it go to fucking striking We got a lot of rappers striking Standing by the harvest for fruit Waiting for the fruit to ripen We run up on niggas and jack them for their stipend You catch me in Minnesota like I’m a Viking I’m with every video vixen that you liking I’m the reason your bitch dyking Nigga dont want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd He like this How I get like this? I pop a nigga, break something like Midas Im trying to be modest, nigga, I’m honest Young Money, Young f-cking Money And this is what I did for my birthday BITCH

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The LOX – New York Rap Lyrics

IHHM — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 14:23:33 +0000

“Gotta be ready to die to war wit’ us, Yeah, we three deep, but there’s plenty of more wit’ us”

Sheek Louch LOX! What’s ya name again? Donnie G (D-Block!) Who else wit’ you, fam? (S-P!) Wave the Ruger at these haters This New York rap, who else wit’ you? (Al Qaeda) Don-Don, .38 revolve in the brown bag Money in the pocket, when I walk, my pants sag In and out of town, that’s why the God look jet-lagged Sheek’s still bangin’, I ain’t wavin’ the red flag The curse of Bin Laden, boats don’t float across His ghostly bones said “Rise up with green moss” Uh, smoke blowin’ on a weave Audie on the sleeve, Louis Vs in the breeze Condos in Miami, I ain’t even use the keys Women and fast cars, some of my pet peeves Cash and big guns, be wit’ them OGs Levis, white ups, City Lab tees Nick said “Nate, the Yanks gotta bring it home” (New York!) Them Dirty Harrys sittin’ on me, all chrome Public enemy, welcome to the terrordome This UK money, my phone stay home, I roam Safety on Glock, ice on rock I rep Biggie since Rick Ross reppin’ Pac Styles P I don’t like too many rappers, or niggas If you see me talkin’ to cowards, it’s all figgas Gotta be ready to die to war wit’ us Yeah, we three deep, but there’s plenty of more wit’ us Chop it up, bag it up, set it up I got a problem on the strip, I’ll wet it up I could get a ton on the arm, getcha credit up Talkin’ to the pilot on the Palm, then a Senator You fakin’, nigga, I get it shakin’ I’ll shoot your wife at the dinner table like Taken I did dirt since Krush Groove and Breakin’ Now they got a Biggie movie, Pac comin’ next You can suck my dick, you said The LOX ain’t the best Now yell pause and no homo that And get a bullet in ya fitted where the logo at Yeah, another one by the NE sign Stab him in the face with the pen he signed Now that’s that, turn ya fitted to a snapback Jadakiss Yo, I’m the one that make the car start: Engine Hard liquor, two weeks straight, nigga: Bingin’ This dope, getcha sniff on or syringe in I’m really in these streets, they pretendin’ You compare him to these creeps? You offend him Water and oil, you don’t mix, you can’t blend them Trunk fulla powder, cook it when I get there It’s me all alone on the throne, yeah, I sit there Now just let the haze burn Bullets don’t ever change, they always burn Majority is snakes, the rest is straight worms Everybody’s a baller, then I must be Dave Stern Virus, whenever I spit, I spray germs Who else been nice for this long and stayed firm? Donnie G, the Phantom, and Al Qaeda L-O-X, the criminology coordinators (What?)

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Nicki Minaj – Top Of The World Lyrics

IHHM — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 14:21:04 +0000

“I remember standing in the mirror, Searching for a winner but I didn’t see it in her”

[Nicki Minaj] I remember standing in the mirror Searching for a winner but I didn’t see it in her Now I’ve gone from a zero to a super-hero-oh-oh woah, woah Chasing dreams got me all over the World Now I’m sitting on top of the World We winning, we winning Cause we sitting on top of the World [Verse 1] This is for the little girls that say Nicki you pretty When you come to the city you dont act high for Diddy? You be up on the block, posted up in the drop And everybody get up in whether you like it or not But how them girls blow up but don’t come to the hood How they turn they nose up like they don’t come from the hood Most of them be in sight til it’s time to pitch Thats when everything they write be a contradiction I tell em I do it for the love I do it for the hugs I do it for the buzz I do it for the thugs I do it for the rich I do it for the poor I do it for the kids that can’t do no more [Nicki Minaj - Chorus] I remember standing in the mirror Searching for a winner but I didn’t see it in her Now I’ve gone from a zero to a super-hero-oh-oh woah, woah Chasing dreams got me all over the World Now I’m sitting on top of the World We winning, we winning Cause we sitting on top of the World [Verse 2] This is for my little homies that be asking for kisses When I’m granting they wishes they be passing they digits They be up on the block, getting screwed by the cops Cuttin’ school gettin knocked whether they like it or not They’ll break in your door, might break in your jaw They’ll bring back a lye if you bring them an O But what you really ain’t know they airborne for stardom With the ball in the gardens, stand tall, no dodgin’ No matter the squadron, lieutenant or sargeant Air Force, the army, air force and army fatigues is on em No heats is on ‘em Cause grandmamma prayed that he’d leave the corner. [Nicki Minaj - Chorus] [Verse 3] I remember when I lost everything in a fire Now I got fire, 23?s almost higher Shout outs to my brothers Jelani and Makiah Thanks to the Messiah, my money getting higher One time for my niggas that be huggin’ the block 2 Times for my niggas that be ducking the cops 3 Times for my girls that pushing they own rides Lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com Stooshing they own rides from bitches they dont like Sometimes you get mad, wanna blaze the gun I see you without a man, might erase ya son Well look, when you blow up, everybody go shudder This goes out to everybody on the come up [Nicki Minaj - Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Cause we sitting on top of the world (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Cause we sitting on top of the world We winning, winning Narcotics on the track.

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Drake – Marvins Room Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 12:43:37 +0000

[Drake - Verse 1]

Cups of the Rose Bitches in my old phone I should call one and go home I’ve been in this club too long The woman that I would try Is happy with a good guy But I’ve been drinking so much That I’ma call her anyway and say “F-ck that nigga that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had” I say “f-ck that nigga that you think you found And since you picked up I know he’s not around” (Are you drunk right now?) I’m just sayin’, you could do better Tell me have you heard that lately? I’m just sayin’ you could do better And I’ll start hatin’, only if you make me Uh, cups of the XO All my people been here I see all of her friends here Guess she don’t have the time to kick it no more Flights in the morning What you doing thats so important? I’ve been drinking so much That I’ma call you anyway and say “F-ck that nigga that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had” I say “f-ck that nigga that you think you found And since you picked up I know he’s not around” (Are you drunk right now?) I’m just sayin’, you could do better Tell me have you heard that lately I’m just sayin’ you could do better And I’ll start hatin’, only if you make me I think I’m addicted to naked pictures And sittin talkin’ ’bout bitches that we almost had I don’t think I’m concious of making monsters Outta the women that I sponsor til it all goes bad But shit it’s all good We threw a party, yeh we threw a party Bitches came over, yeh, we threw a party I was just calling cause they were just leaving Talk to me please, don’t have much to believe in I need you right now, are you down to listen to me? Too many drinks have been given to me I got some women thats living off me Paid for their flights and hotels I’m ashamed Bet that you know them, won’t say no names After a while girl they all seem the same I’ve had sex four times this week I’ll explain Having a hard time adjusting to fame Spreading that mixture, I’ve been talking crazy girl I’m lucky that you picked up Lucky that you stayed on I need someone to put this weight on I’m just sayin’, you could do better Tell me have you heard that lately I’m just sayin’ you could do better And I’ll start hatin’, only if you make me Just throw up while I hold your hair back Her white friend said “you niggas crazy” I hope no-one heard that I hope no-one heard that Cause if they did, we gon be in some trouble

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Chris Brown – Bomb Lyrics

IHHM — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 13:22:56 +0000

[Chris Brown - Chorus] All my ladies put your hands up All my ladies put your hands up If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb [Chris Brown - Verse 1] Oh me, oh my, body like a monster Let me get inside if ya booty I’ma conquer If ya question bout my size, I give you the answer Girl you got that good good I already know Tell it by your size I know you a dancer Rein-derierre, I’ma call you Prancer Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera [Hook] All my ladies if you got it let me know She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leave [Chorus] If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] Something like a pimp, nothin’ like them other fellas Heard that you the shit, girl we should blow up together Ooh I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11 I’m just tryna beat it up, he could it acapella We should go back to my crib, thats what I’ma tell her Bring one or two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealous Rolling papers like propellors blowing mozarella Lotta n-ggas in the club, who cares I’m the realest Tell the waiters we gon need more cases And when you think the money’s gone we spending more faces She with homeboy, but she want this 6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz [Chris Brown] She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leave If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby I’m in that black Bugatti And I off that carlo Rossi I with thta Taylor Posse These ladies wanna party And theres so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockey So hold up n-gga, stop me All these haters watch me I give it up, your in the deep, you can call me cocky Any stage or any beat you know I’ma body And Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding shotty She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leave If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

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Lupe Fiasco – H.A.M Freestyle Lyrics

IHHM — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 11:47:53 +0000

“Make sure you clean the plates when I’m done cooking, I’m Lil B, I am big ME, you little he”

I feel a little bit forgiven, Thank God Allow me this day I feel so high when I be living They can’t stop me, know how Uh uh, no way I don’t play, me and Tim, me and him We rocks out, oh you p do that No shoes, just some socks out Relaxing in the club, DJ’ing Playbacking, everything that I do They don’t know what happen They be trying, I deny them at the bucket I say f-ck it If they want it than they love it If they don’t than they can suck it And, what I mean by it You should re-try it I’m on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet And I dont even like it Everytime you rap it, I swear I close my eyes I wish I could close my ears from this racket I aint having it, I tennis while you bin it I stay on it, I strong as Popeye with some spinach You as long as short something You be tryna ten it see I aint going HAM, I’m going bacon, going pig I’m going whole cow, look at me, what I did You wish you could, but you just kid I’m a grown man on it, my own man on it Come in your house, now your home damn haunted See everybody dead, bullet holes in the head But I aint kill em, I hit em with the flow instead My flow like bullets, they like hollow tips I wish you would if you could, if you would try it But you can’t so back to denying the They be lying ah, I be so up on my truthless and I’m so ruthless Ferrari top down yeah I got like four of those And my Ferrari so clean it got four doors Only got two LUP on that new sh-t New Ferrari 400i, that blue kit So I got my rims and my watch and my rings on Yeah I got my bling on Go ahead and sing songs If you want I tell no tales and no lies I drop no dimes on my homies I keep them alive behind the bar Shout to Chilly chill, I’m so really real And the streets so deep, you wish that I wasn’t but I am cousin God damn he be buzzing Ne weed no liquor, MD offa something See my brain just flows and see just how I goes And I’m from Chicago and I’m letting n-ggas know You can cut it out and scratch it or baste it Or send it through the strainer but please don’t waste it Make sure you clean the plates when I’m done cooking I’m Lil B, I am big ME, you little he, ahh Sometin’ better, theres none of that, I’m running rap Everything around it like hustling trap, stuntin that Everything you bad at, I do so well Then I eat the whole beat than put it on sale That means I put it out to see You never get it back It’s only coming back to me, uh Indeed, it’s the LUP, Tim Westwood on our BBC Business

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Jim Jones – The Crash Lyrics

IHHM — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 14:53:16 +0000

“After they finished searching the van for drugs…the officer told me ‘If I don’t believe in God - now is the time to start.”

After they finished searching the van for drugs…the officer told me ‘If I don’t believe in God - now is the time to start. I was halfway to sleep, faded off the sour Not knowing that coulda been my last hour I see it clear, we was on 85 Road looking clear doing ’bout 85 A smooth sail turned to a crazy ride I wish I could say n-gga watch the way you drive Well, he was just tryna swerve a deer I didn’t get to say it but the lord heard my prayers Head on collision with the guard rail And I’m a firm believer that God’s real I felt my van crash against the hard steel At that point I couldn’t tell you how my heart feel I seen it happen, we was spinning like a bottle top And I was praying Lord make the bottle stop I swear to God I seen the sillouette And when we crashed, Nini still woke up a little wet The tyres broke off, ripping up the concrete Hit the wall, kept us outta harms reach And not an airbag popped out And without near stressed I hopped out I got a couple bangs and a couple bruises jet lag, a broken rib and two contusions All that, we tryna make our destination But it oculda been our final destination I used to speed when I whipped the V’s Until a n-gga sin almost crippled me Damn it made a n-gga see his life flash I see my son, I see my mum, I see Christ flash I almost died on Martin Luther Day And for the cause he was a martyr just a few would say Now I’m thinking hard what my crew would say Maybe wonder what my boo would say I wonder what she would say They say what dont kill you, makes you stronger And my momma always told me the angels was with me I guess thats all them prayers through all those years Well since I’m still here n-gga, guess what?

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Wiz Khalifa – Roll Up Lyrics

IHHM — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 14:49:24 +0000

“I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front, You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt”

I roll up I roll up I roll up Shawty I roll up I roll up I roll up I roll up [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] Its your anniversy is’nt it And your man aint acting right So you packin’ your Domiar luggage up callin’ my cell phone, try and catch a flight You know one thing straight, I’ll be there girl whenever you call me When you at home thats your man, soon as you land you say thats all me But shit aint all g with him no more, you aint entertained Since I meet you a couple months ago you aint been the same Not sayin I’m the richest man alive but I’m in the game As long as you keep it 100 Imma spend this change, [Chorus] Whenever you need me Whenever want me, You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me I can be your best friend, and you be my homie I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up Whenever you call baby I roll up [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2] I try to stay out your business But on the real you’re so obvious And if you keep fitting me in your plans and f-ckin up, your mans gonna catch onto us That white sand surrouding us He be handcuffing, he should work for them officers If you rolling I got a spot where I can put you on this medical, and send you home doctored up You wanna ride with me cause you say that he boring Wake up you rollin’ weed, cooking eggs in the morning Aint scared to spend this money I’ll make more of it First you was in the sky now you say you in orbit [Chorus] No matter where I am No matter where you are I’ll be there when its over baby Cause I was there from the start No matter if I’m near Don’t matter if your far All you do is pick the phone up lady And I’ll be there when you call [outro] Whenever you need me Whenever want me, You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me I can be your best friend, and you be my homie I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up Whenever you call baby I roll up Whenever you need me Whenever want me, You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me I can be your best friend, and you be my homie I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up Whenever you call baby I roll up I roll up, I roll up Whenever you call baby I roll up

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Wiz Khalifa – On My Level Lyrics

IHHM — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 14:47:11 +0000

“You know everything Taylored, Don’t rush to the bar fool, if you aint got no paper”

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] It’s the champagne pourin’ Big joint rollin’ Bombay sippin’ No blunt smoking Bad bitch gettin’ Thick and she got some friends with her I take ‘em out pourin’ shots of liquor Drinkin’ out the bottle, smiling in all my pictures The marijuana loud so them hoes follow like twitter N-gga, you know everything Taylored Don’t rush to the bar fool, if you aint got no paper That’s the rules, high as f-ck, sloppy drunk when I’m passing through Rollin’ doobies up, ya hoe who we pass ‘em to Hit the club spend this money up, roll another one, drink, act a fool Thats what I have to do [Chorus] See after drinking champagne all night Never worry bout a damn thing, y’all might Homie I’m on my level (yeh) I’m on my level (yeah) I’m on my level (yeh) I’m on my level (yeaah) So let me take one shot to the brain And I order three more shots I’m going in, ayy I’m on my level (yeh) I’m on my level (yeah) I’m on my level (yeh) I’m on my level (yeaah) [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2] Spent a couple dollars on my engine motor roaring when I back out the garage Gin got me drunk as f-ck stumbling out the bar Plus I’m struggling tryna find the keys to my car Cause I be going hard, roll the camera Life just like a movie, I’m the star Wish you was in my position You too broke to play the part Of course I keep some bad women with me in the back Sippin’ Rose with some hash twistin’ All about a dollar, my team in the cash gettin’ Straight out the burb, we drinking we smash n-ggas So when I say I’m balling, that don’t mean that I’m playing mate All my diamonds talkin’, you can see what they sayin’ mayne [Chorus] [Too Short] In the middle of the night, early in the mornin’ From the streets to the sheets with some freaks, I aint yawnin’ I’m wide awake, we aint eatin’, we aint sleepin’ These b-tches so high man, we aint even speakin’ We just freakin’ You rollin’ with short dog baby She was high on that pill so I f-cked yo lady Come to my house I give ‘em everything they want I might not dot it, but I give to ya women Cocaine, mushrooms, ecstasy, GHB, Marijuana She can suck it if she wanna I got tequila, Ciroc and two freaky friends and this a Wednesday night, this aint the weekend [Chorus] [Bridge] Man I’m high as f-ck Man I swear I’m on my level Man I’m sloppy drunk Man I swear Im on my level I finna pass out man I swear Im on my level A n-gga get smashed out Man I swear I’m on my level Man I’m high as f-ck Man I swear I’m on my level Man I’m sloppy drunk Man I swear Im on my level I finna pass out man I swear Im on my level A n-gga get smashed out Man I swear I’m on my level [Chorus]

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XV – SmallVille Lyrics

IHHM — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 14:44:17 +0000

“Teachers thought I’d never come out my shell and well, Now I hop on beats and go pistachio”

[XV - Verse 1] Yeah, Zack and Kelly but tell me and tot he max we go And treat these verses like Margarito and Pacquiao Teachers thought I’d never come out my shell and well Now I hop on beats and go pistachio They’ll never steal my dreams like Leo DiCaprio So, before the madness grow I speak what they have to know In a town that was small, I crashed in the lawn The effect that I met was like a splash in the pond See I rap for my mom in the back of the car she said “boy, you crazy” momma’s little baby I always told her I would drop a project one day Now I’m taking off, my projects on the runway From suburbs of young nerds, to projects that see gun play To models on the runway, it’ll reach ‘em all in someway They hit my brother with 10 years, he said “don’t leave” I said, there’s no weave, baby brother I’ve been here [Chorus] Sometimes we move, and forget about where we go So this is my beginning I look to the sky with a cape on my back And they tell me the sky is the limit But I don’t know why, when I finally fly Wanna show em all, this is my beginning I look to the sky with a cape on my back And they tell me the sky is the limit But I don’t know why, But I don’t know why [XV - Verse 2] July baby but cooler than a October boy With more lines than a zebra wearing cordoroys On my high horse, I should go to Troy Set my flight course as my wings deploy Postcards and polaroids But not enough time to buy a stamp and show my boys In Japan eating fish thats Coy with little soy Then I’m off to London watching this bridge that we built destroy Don’t take advantage of the simple joys My mum text all the time but I miss her voice And I know you wish you caught me before I flew off But I was running red lights like Rudolph Just so I can zoom off, like taking Nike shoes off Hit the stage that I grace to amuse y’all Wanna be a pilot, you gotta learnt to fly And you wanna be a star, your home in the sky Thats why [Chorus] [XV - Verse 3] Look, my RCA blast and some jewels that I cut like Cartier Soon as I stepped outta the chamber like the RZA bopping to my digital shit Plan to lash at all the haters with my physical whip My lyrics flow like, how much more can lyrical get When all I try to do is put they soul on spiritual lisp The pastor tell it, I’m abusing my miracle gift When I just do like him and use it just to get me some chips So if the rapping Ishmal do, just happen to help you And fell through the cracks, and it happen to fit Watch it connect your soul, my hustle like Russel I just hope my grind connects with the globe Then bring some more label reps to my home Then I can pass the cake to the next n-gga on Fly manoeuvres, Metropolis it’s on I say bye to, but I will never be gone [Chorus]

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Sean Kingston ft B.o.B – Hope Is A River Lyrics

IHHM — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 14:41:38 +0000

“And I ask do you really have grow up just to be what you wanna be?”

[Sean Kingston] Hope is a river, a stream of Casting your fears away, the sky [B.o.B] Shouts out to the underdogs who Put their favorite artists on the walls and Can never get enough of one song So it plays and it plays all day long Cause all the pain outside they don’t wanna see So they write songs constantly Cause a doctor or a lawyer they don’t wanna be And I ask do you really have grow up just to be what you wanna be? So shouts out to the mc’s and the divas and the singers and the prom queens And the folks who don’t ever get invited to the party But somehow be the first on the scene To the folks who just wanna be free F-ck all of that YouTube, young, you can’t see Ask them when’s the last time they had a dream Cause every river leads to the sea, to the sea [Sean Kingston] Hope is a river that runs random, a stream of floating desires Casting your fears away, as it float above the skies, the skies Where your worries will drown out You imagine how it would be right now Casting your fears away as it float above the skies, the skies Hope is a river (hope is a river, hope is a river) Hope is a river (hope is a river, hope is a river) Hope is a river, of dreams run free, so be real, real, real, to be real And I pray for the good days, for the world to be a better place Cause I know one day, be a better way, everyone could have a getaway Where we go into a place where there’s love in hearts now, hearts now, hearts now And I know that one day will be away from the gun play Cause somehow all the pain got a soon change Take away all the pain and the hate til its love now The world needs a big change and we need it right now [Sean Kingston] Hope is a river that runs random, a stream of floating desires Casting your fears away, as it float above the skies, the skies Where your worries will drown out You imagine how it would be right now Casting your fears away as it float above the skies, the skies Hope is a river (hope is a river, hope is a river) Hope is a river (hope is a river, hope is a river) Hope is a river, of dreams run free, so be real, real, real, to be real

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Jay Sean ft Lil Wayne – Hit the Lights

IHHM — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 15:05:19 +0000

“All them bitches think they fly, and all ‘em bitches flew to me”

[Jay Sean] Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Baby hold it, and let me holla at you baby for a moment And if you with it, I’m with it, keep it rollin’ And we’ll be dancing and drinking until the morning Until the morning Starters going off It’s so hot there’s girls just taking all there clothes off So take a picture of this moment with your iPhone Cause I don’t wanna forget tonight, night, night, night Put your lighters in the air Let em burn into the night And let everybody know that your with it and your ready to go So hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Tonight, tonight So Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the light hit the light Hit the lights Come out the dark and let the DJ lead the way (way, way, way) Cause it’s hot in the club now, so don’t let it stop now So hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights And everybody say Uh oh oh, uh oh [Lil Wayne] YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Li All them bitches think they fly, and all ‘em bitches flew to me Hit the lights so you could see My drink is strong my hooka sweet Understand the time is now, but time is up the futures bleak this beat is stupid cupid Love me, leave me in the morning If you like your friend join in The wildest flower in the garden Coolest n-gga in the party Shades on, dreads long Blood gang, red zone And I’m with Jay Sean [Jay Sean] Put ya lighters in the air Let em burn into the sky And let everybody know that your with it and your ready to go So hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Tonight, tonight So Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the light hit the light Hit the lights Come out the dark and let the DJ lead the way (way, way, way) Cause it’s hot in the club now, so don’t let it stop now So hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights And everybody say Tell em low, tell em high Light it up to the sky Tell em low, tell em high Light it up to the sky And everybody say Uh oh oh, uh oh So hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Tonight, tonight So Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the light hit the light Hit the lights Come out the dark and let the DJ lead the way (way, way, way) Cause it’s hot in the club now, so don’t let it stop now

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Wiz Khalifa – Big Screen Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 14:45:21 +0000

“Got me drinking out the bottle, Living for today aint thinking about tomorrow”

This the top, oh yeah, the tippy It’s young Khalifa man I see it clearly, the money that is Oh y’all n-ggas aint in the way Keep doing what you doing See right through you Got me drinking out the bottle Living for today aint thinking about tomorrow N-ggas fake I can see it with my eyes closed In desperate need of a leader so they follow And me I only see chavo I roll up bleezy and hit it like a high note My skin tough as a rhinos So keep hating I keep dating these dime hoes Diamonds on my neck, got diamonds on my chain Yeah, city or your state, catch me mobbin with my gang N-gga violate they won’t hesitate to aim And I got enough change to afford the price of fame I’m like poision to yall lames, or drugs or prescriptions Turn my music on get a buzz when you listening You want them then pay for em And n-ggas talk fly but I’m space gone Up outta of here [Chorus] I never sleep but I got big dreams lil nigga I do big things You know its everything that it seems They say my life is like the big screen (big screen) I fill my bank with every 16 My money straight and my bitch mean You should wait and get a ticket please They say my life’s like the big screen (big screen) I feel like a desperado, on the track I just kick it like rilo? See me on the TV yeah, I be in grind mode But please believe I’m in the streets like pot holes Antonio no guitar though, only instrumental is that pistol Need a right hand so I f-cks with chevy And underneath the wings so I hustle heavy Tatted on my face, chest, neck, hand, stomach Been on that paper chase since that cake start running Never touched the brick, I aint never slung no drugs Still get a feeling when I see that gold car coming Got my pops old soul, I’m an 80?s baby Moms smoke hella weed I’m a wavy baby You Mr Me Too, and you need fuel man You n-ggas see-through, air [Chorus] I never sleep but I got big dreams lil nigga I do big things You know its everything that it seems They say my life is like the big screen (big screen) I fill my bank with every 16 My money straight and my bitch mean You should wait and get a ticket please They say my life’s like the big screen (big screen)

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Game ft Lil Wayne – Su Woo Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 14:40:37 +0000

“I’m one blood, he’s the Carter with the dread locks” [Lil Wayne] Pardon my gang affil, But you’re stepping on a rod in the danger field Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel? Respect my aim because I aim to kill Hahaha, Old bitch ass n-gga, Abercrombie and Fitch ass n-gga, I talk rich shit because I’m a rich ass n-gga, I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast n-gga, Ha, I smoke something bitch, My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers Haha, bitch n-gga we might jump ya 2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya Hahaha, bandana on the right side East side until I die You better change like it’s Mardi Gras, And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana And he’s from Compton, baby, bandana We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers Su to the Woop, yeah, that’s our grammar Lemme hear you say Su Woo Su Woo, Su Woo [The Game] Young Money And thats perfect cause perfect is to me What’s perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali So capitalise the P cause perfect is Godly Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby All I need is a perfect bitch How’s B, I passed the baton on Solange I’m sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU Hello Brooklyn I can’t see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGG Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa’s N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will slow leak em Hang em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers Red bandana for no reason Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin’, yeah [Lil Wayne - Chorus] You better change like it’s Mardi Gras, And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana And he’s from Compton, baby, bandana We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers Su to the Woop, yeah, that’s our grammar Lemme hear you say Su Woo Su Woo, Su Woo [Game] Can’t stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan’s I’ll show you how bangers bang Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane Switch plates, paint the Range Leave so much blood on the wall look like the f-cking painters came Dead wrong aint it man I told n-ggas I aint a Game All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin’ He sold a milli, I’m vanilli So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills We throwing paper planes Riding through the N.O. Red Marc Jacob frames We disappear like David Blaine And pop up at the Lakers game They playing the C’s with Paul Pierce Throwing The B’s That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I’m one blood, he’s the Carter with the dread locks My whole team run base, we the f-cking Red Sox. [Lil Wayne - Chorus x2] You better change like it’s Mardi Gras, And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana And he’s from Compton, baby, bandana We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers Su to the Woop, yeah, that’s our grammar Lemme hear you say Su Woo Su Woo, Su Woo

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Game ft Wiz Khalifa – Taylor Made Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 14:35:50 +0000

“We Taylor made, we the Taylor gang, Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane”

[Game - Chorus] Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang Thats my n-gga Wiz and I’m Chuck Taylor mayne We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne We get high, f-ck hoes, and roll paper planes Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made [Game] I wake up in the morning to Red Converse Dre Beats on, listening to Bomb first You got a hangover n-gga, mine’s worse Haze got me kicking knowledge like a Nas verse Shit be complicated like out of towners trying to understand why we say waddup Blood but we not related Thats how Compton made it, so don’t run around yelling Soo Woo without a Chuck Taylor confirmation On that documentary sh-t I shocked the nation Muhammad Ali shit like I boxed in Vegas When it come to beef sh-t, n-gga I’m the greatest I knew I was next the night they shot Pac in Vegas I aint a killer but don’t push me I see a bitch looking, I’mma end up in her p-ssy See ya later, f-ck haters, cause bitch we Taylors Bitch we major [Game - Chorus] Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang Thats my n-gga Wiz and I’m Chuck Taylor mayne We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne We get high, f-ck hoes, and roll paper planes Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made [Wiz Khalifa Verse] Probably heard I’m the tightest And I heard that you never smoked so I rolled it, you light it And I heard that you liked it And I welcome you to my world you’ve been cordially invited Now I got the whole world excited Know every word when they heard that I write it Know I can f-ck every girl cause my jewelry the brightest, and my herb is the lightest Some n-ggas mad I made it, blame it all on perfect timing I say I made it big cause I stuck to the cursive writing These n-ggas rather be a has-been then not be famous at all I learned you ain’t really gotta be famous to ball I’m hustling hard, and turning bitches to custumers soon as they get in front of us, Bad hoes after the shows rushing up Baby them n-ggas clowns talk down but they look up to us May look the same but I’m nothing like them suckas So f-ck what them n-ggas sayin’ and keep reppin’ the gang [Game - Chorus]

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Busta Rhymes – H.A.M Remix Lyrics

IHHM — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 20:54:55 +0000

“Everytime I come, I’m eating everything thats edible, And if you aint already know, then who be more incredible?”

Tell me, who you really really really think is more lyrical Cause everytime I go somebody got to see they medical And everytime I come, I’m eating everything thats edible And if you aint already know, then who be more incredible? They wanna call me crazy like I’m borderline cynical Cause how I do it and I kill ‘em and I get incredible And magically do it like this was another miracle And if you don’t like it you can suck up on my genitals ta-ta-ta-tal ta-ta-ta-ta tals Do a little bitch and get up off your pedastal And whenver you see me you better salute the general Cause I will break it down to every single mineral (Surp, surp, surp, surp) Suck up on my testicle again when you see me counting money Money thats similar again, bout cop another diamond and a Senegal again Everybody sayin’ that he uncomparable again….okay Killing everything we ’bout to have a funeral a lot of you n-ggas be doing whatever you be doing And I don’t even know what to call it, just sound terrible Lower down the chorus, see we have another burial These n-ggas that be rambling and babbling I aint hearing them And everybody know that I be handlin’ my B-I When it come to other rappers know I be scarin’ them Chop, chop, chop chop Chop another beat up Now you see the way I heat up everybody when I meet up Just to come inside the building and witness another killing And then relax and then shop back and put my feet up Every beat that I touch I’mma lace I’mma never stop even with a muzzle on my face When I finish with this…. I GO HAM I did my best with the lyrics but this is still the tagged version so missed the last line. Drop any corrections in comments if you can understand.

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Red Cafe ft Rick Ross – Faded Lyrics

IHHM — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 20:48:44 +0000

“In the presence of a Don, be cautious but calm, Can’t be faded, two pills a charm”

[Chorus] I got a feeling A real good feeling I’mma be faded The bar is open We just bought it I’mma be faded Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur p-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur p-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur [Red Cafe] Damn I look good, Somebody take a photo I run my his-house, You can ask Jojo Yank fitted on, My money on Jeter My girls all dimes, Lou Vuitton Divas I’m fly like an overnight letter Shorty sleep with me Make your overnights wetter Better I’m faded (I’m faded) And tonight I’m gonna get wasted See to everybody listening, if it’s on I’mma get at ‘em I can say whatever I’m a tax paying citizen Middle finger up, I aint got a conscience I just go hard like the trio from Yonkers Head honcho, Kush in the console Bad boy, now they shook like Cosmo’s I’m all that, everyday all black Got Ciroc on deck so I’m faded off that [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Two homes on the block Each one mill and this ring on my finger is an E one deal Canary yellow stone, can’t be faded Fatigue belt, 45 made for the navy Young n-ggas ready to grapple down ya buildin’ I’m living chilling, arms wrapped around a Brazilian In the presence of a Don, be cautious but calm Can’t be faded, two pills a charm She licks on my chest, reading tatts on my arm Hit her form the back, same time my mind blown Speechless so she scream in silence A real bad boy and all my speeches violent [Chorus] [Red Cafe] Pour for them white girls, them light girls We just buy all these bottles cause it excites girls Yeah shorty go on kill a runway I knew you would have been a supermodel one day I’m mashing out lighting up on a highway Shit, I’m supposed to be high It’s the highway Anybody wanna eat? Come saddle up My team getting money, everybody tatted up Marqee status, flights no baggage Dope dicks make these hoes Cafe addicts And I am the most hated Bottles to the face, shake it up then spray it [Chorus]

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Rihanna ft J. Cole – S&M Remix Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 18 Jan 2011 12:51:41 +0000

“Tired of rapping ’bout chains and whips, Do you like to get chained and whipped”

Na-na-na, come on Na-na-na, come on Na-na-na, na-na come on Na-na-na, come on, come on Come on, Na-na-na-na come on Na-na-na, come on Na-na-na, na-na, come on Na-na-na, come on, come on Come on, Na-na-na-na Feels so good being bad There’s no way I’m turning back Now the pain is for pleasure, ’cause nothing can measure Love is great, love is fine Out the box, out of line The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more. [Chorus] ‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it Sticks and stones may break my bones, But chains and whips excite me. Na-na-na come on, come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on I like it, like it (Na-na-na) come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on I like it, like it. [J. Cole] Hey, you know they say pain is pleasure Turn this up when you play this shit One time for my latest girl You can be one of my greatest hits Tired of rapping ’bout chains and whips Do you like to get chained and whipped Do you like rough sex, hit em like I’m upset Do they get your panties wet Let, let, lets go, you rocking with Cole, it’s the best flow With the game on lock while them lamo’s watch I’m on fire, they are not I kick down the door, they all knock Bitch I’m a boss, they on a clock You used to be a good girl, don’t matter Since you got bad, you only got badder [Chorus] ‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it Sticks and stones may break my bones, But chains and whips excite me. Na-na-na come on, come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on I like it, like it (Na-na-na) come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on I like it, like it. S, S, S & M, M, M S, S, S & M, M, M Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me Oh, you turn me on It’s exactly what I’ve been yearning for Give it to me strong And meet me in my boudoir Give my body some AHH, AHH, AHHHH, I like it, like it [Chorus 2x] Na-na-na come on, come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on I like it, like it [Na-na-na] come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on I like it, like it. S, S, S & M, M, M S, S, S & M, M, M S, S, S & M, M, M S, S, S & M, M, M

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Wiz Khalifa – Exit Row Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 18 Jan 2011 12:45:51 +0000

“I live fast like the brakes off, Bigger cake in my bank bitch, bake-off”

Now i don’t mean to be rude But every since I ran into you I’ve been thinking about things I wanna do I told you I’ve got a room, well You said you tryna come through And if ya girl trippin’ than bring her too Cause I, I aint gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Cause I, I aint gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long One for the money, two for the show Three rooms, four chicks who brought pounds to smoke Five times in your city, now your town should know Six bottles waiting, Seven time And you know me, I’m VIP smoking tropical Love the way my diamond shining like Mop and Go Take off, take off She ready for take off The more you wear to the club the more you gotta take off And I live fast like the brakes off Bigger cake in my bank bitch, bake-off Your pockets on E, weight loss My goons on top of the beef, steak sauce And when I’m in the club I blind them hoes like Ray Charles Used to be your old lady but you got laid off Take off, take off She ready for take off The more you wear to the club the more you gotta take off Now i don’t mean to be rude But every since I ran into you I’ve been thinking about things I wanna do I told you I’ve got a room, well You said you tryna come through And if ya girl trippin’ than bring her too Cause I, I aint gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Cause I, I aint gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long Ain’t gon’ wait all night long

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Chamillionaire – When Ya On Lyrics

IHHM — Sun, 16 Jan 2011 10:19:29 +0000

“It’s so ironic they couch got money in ‘em, But y’all always on the couch and never get any money!”

They only love ya when ya on They only love ya when ya on The only other time is when you’re gone They only love ya when ya on What goes up come do-ow-own Welcome to 2011 where everybody’s the realest Everyone who a midget, sya they do it the biggest Every part of ya business is everybody business Got my name all in your mouth I should have been a dentist Yeah, everybody done did it Everybody’s a critic I’m like “Whatchu talkin’ bout” like everybody’s a Willis Man, they say they love you when the block on smash Since they so in love, tell ‘em they can kiss my cash Wait a minute you don’t like me, Well I don’t like you These fakers sayin’ that they real but I see right through The old me, that was the realest person I knew The new me probably the realest person times two [Chorus] So when you feels like it’s everybody for themselves And the place where ya living is’nt far from hell And they keep tellin’ you “you were born to fail” And everybody say they real but it’s too hard to tell So until I die, I’mma always grind I’mma be ok, I’mma be alright If they say I fail, that would be a lie But there aint no such thing as a tie They only love ya when ya on Hold up, You got to be out ya conscience They aint got no sense, that’s why they call it nonesense How they gon talk about what you never accomplish? Like they dun done something thats worthy of my responses Look at the tags, I’m showing ‘em how to stunt G Candy and papers plates, it looks like I got the munchies It’s so ironic they couch got money in ‘em But y’all always on the couch and never get any money Where’s Cupid, they only love ya till ya next hook but I don’t check the gossip blogs I check check books Ask Lebron they say winning is the best look Every move I make is right like I aint got a left foot To keep it real a record deal couldn’t stop me I’m bootlegging bullets, you can still get a copy Lucifer is in a pair of heels in the lobby I don’t dance with the devil call it trilluminati [Chorus] So when you feels like it’s everybody for themselves And the place where ya living is’nt far from hell And they keep tellin’ you “you were born to fail” And everybody say they real but it’s too hard to tell So until I die, I’mma always grind I’mma be ok, I’mma be alright If they say I fail, that would be a lie But there aint no such thing as a tie They only love ya when ya on Northside where ya at Northside let me know you got my back They only love ya when ya on Southside where ya at Southside, let me know you got my back Yeah Eastside where ya at Eastside my n-gga you got my back They only love ya when ya on Westside where ya at Westside let me know you got my back [Nipsey Hussle] Look, I’m a get money n-gga, on a daily basis Road to the riches, potholes in the pavements Thats why I follow every rule and regulation Making rap money off this game I’ve been laced with Uh, and you can blame it on black sam Blame it on Crenshaw and Slauson Ave Fly wit’ bad bitch with a fat ass Bail money, big pistol and black mag That’s how we play it, we living with the fast cash To all my haters, consider this the last laugh I’ve been the greatest in my city, now I’m past that It’s all money ascap, broke bitches bag back Please, Louie notes, Louis back packs First class seats like a pillow top mattress Uh, we can’t take it to the casket so I’mma spend these rags Just to laugh at your reaction [Chorus] So when you feels like it’s everybody for themselves And the place where ya living is’nt far from hell And they keep tellin’ you “you were born to fail” And everybody say they real but it’s too hard to tell So until I die, I’mma always grind I’mma be ok, I’mma be alright If they say I fail, that would be a lie But there aint no such thing as a tie They only love ya when ya on I know, I know-ow-ow-ow They only love ya when ya one I know, I know-ow-ow-ow They only love ya when ya one What goes up, must come down What goes up, comes down. What goes up, must come down What goes up, comes do-ow-oown!

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Ke$ha ft. Andre 3000 – Sleazy Remix Lyrics

IHHM — Sun, 16 Jan 2011 07:38:55 +0000

“I call her Kesha, she like it, because it’s hood to her, She call me Andre 6000 cause I’m good to her” I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds Get sleazy [Andre 3000] We started out so cute in our baby pictures That mommy shot for our daddy so that he wouldn’t forget you He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he’ll remember If not he’s human, I’m human, you human, we’ll forgive him God gives him his ultimatum, can’t see how momma hates him He’s such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him I’m only 8, I’m not old enough, guess it’s complicated Two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated I only say this in cadence so it don’t get negated I was gon’ save it for later but later look like maybe This crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my Mercedes Would be all new and through through, but its the 1980?s But now that we are cool cool, she sippin’ Irish Baileys She say “Stacks, you’re true blue?” I said “Nah, I’m Navy” I call her Kesha, she like it, because it’s hood to her She call me Andre 6000 cause I’m good to her [Kesha] I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds You can’t imagine the immensity of the f*ck I’m not giving About your money and man servant at the mansion you live in And I don’t wanna go places where all my ladies can’t get in Just grab a bottle, some boys, and let’s take it back to my basement And get sleazy, sick of all your lines, so cheesy Sorry daddy, but I’m not that easy I’m not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work it Imma take it back to where my man and my girls is Sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, ’cause imma get Sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, ’cause imma get I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beat’s so fat gonna make me come Um, um, um, over to your place! Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beat’s so fat, gonna make me come Um, um, um, over to your place! I don’t mean to critique on your seduction technique But your money’s not impressing me, it’s kinda weak That you really think you’re gonna get my rocks off Get my top and socks off, by showing me the dollars in your drop box Me and all my friends, we don’t buy bottles, we bring ‘em We take the drinks from the tables when you get up and leave ‘em And I don’t care if you stare and you call us scummy Cause we ain’t after your affection, and sure as hell not your money, honey I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beat’s so fat , gonna make me come Um, um, um, over to your place! Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beat’s so fat, gonna make me come Um, um, um, over to your place!

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Timbaland ft Missy Elliot – Take Your Clothes Off Lyrics

IHHM — Sat, 15 Jan 2011 20:11:55 +0000

“Been rich before you even knew about Oprah”

I’m on that next sh-t I’m on that next sh-t You on that old sh-t [Missy Elliot] I got a figure eight figure, lookin’ more bigger Never booty shots, ass look thicker, ass jack tripper I dance like stripper, been hot since Billy D was drinking malt liquor I rock a beat like wooh, other chicks can boo like they at the parloo I get it crazy for you baby, been rapping since y’all was lil babies You better respect moi, voulez-vous coucher, yes moi No I can’t be stopped, might see me down the street in a brand new car Now if y’all ain’t on this new shit right now Now ya’ll gon have to find a new beat, new beat? Now y’all on this new shit right here, take your clothes off in the vip Take clothes off, take clothes off, oh I take my clothes off, I take my clothes off, let’s go To the flo’, take it off, to the flo’, take it off To the flo’, take it off, to the flo’, take it off Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name Miss Rocking like no one else I don’t need yo’ cause I’m feeling myself Haters you all just be word to dell Like a throw back to the flow back Return to the Mac go ‘head take my Kodak I’m all that, ya ain’t know that You can’t keep track if you had a low jack Yeap, must of thought I was over Been hot before Michael Jackson wore loafers Ya was youngin, I was much older Been rich before you even knew about Oprah Before you knew about Oprah Been rich before you knew about Oprah Get it? Been rich before you even knew about Oprah Take clothes off In the vip, watch me take my clothes off To the flow now, go and take your clothes off Hey, take your clothes off.

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DJ Khaled ft Rick Ross, Plies, Lil Wayne & T-Pain – Welcome To My Hood Lyrics

IHHM — Fri, 14 Jan 2011 02:45:15 +0000

“Bitch I’m on probation, so my nerves bad, And they say time fly’s, well mine’s first class”

[T-Pain] Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy’s 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That’s the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin’ Treat ‘em like jack boys, catch ‘em slippin’ then slay ‘em Lord forgive me for my sins, that’s my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I’m talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest’s and I’m still gon’ stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you “we the best forever” DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Noreaga I’m talkin’ Noreaga, n-gga, the real Noreaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see ‘em I’m stealin’ cable And leave the D-Boys alone ’cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of ‘em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I’m talking strip clubs, I’m talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y’all can… [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I’m on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly’s, well mine’s first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I’m from the murder capital Hoe, I’m far from practical Shit happens and since I’m the shit, I’m who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I’m red hot I don’t see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Daddy sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus]

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Slaughterhouse – Back On The Scene Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 13 Jan 2011 10:35:51 +0000

“Only time your music is fly in when I use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling”

[Intro] Here we go yo, here we go Pick it up yo, here we go [Chorus] BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Royce da 5’9] Slaughterhouse family, ridin’ like a taxi And yeah, I’m like Dres, I am like the black sheep I just want a GANGSTA bitch or I be a bad G You sound dry, your legs look a lil hashy You thought what you said was classy But Slaughterhouse been about breads since Freddy Blasy (?) Freddy this aint saying nasty I’ma rap assassin thats sittin in the Aston Thats cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskel (?) Call me the defence back on the track spit And the slaughterhouse pigs and you couldn’t put it past me We done been through a whole lot in the past Cuz n-ggas bash us for bein’ spazzes Let it be known we’ve never known for bein average We prime like a cornlio(?) re-enactment When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons Eat a track we assassins We, mean, we back on the scene [Chorus] [Crooked I] We spend twenties on flowers, me, I put doves on the rose That`s why I`m in the club with your hoes Whatchu lookin hard for Don’t spill escargot on yourself and get slugs on your clothes We the ones with the flows Who hit em wit’ the dope lines? The answer’s right under your nose Whenever hip-hop’s falling off the track We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Til we – Back on the scene, crispy and clean Fix me some whiskey and lean Bitch we the kings Only time your music is fly in when I Use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling I`ma cold young n-gger This your hoe? Come get her Cuz I`m so done wit her And her whole tongue glitter With the old cum spitter Hit her and slide home, home run hitter [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] Yaowa Its a rap for your team When I get in that ring I put rap in the feign-ing I don’t know whats happening-ing Either I’m getting better or yall falling off like the sag in my jeans Relaxin’ I’m clean, immaculate lean Goin my two steps, something fat in between Haters don’t get mad at my dreams Opposites attract I’m nice and this track is just mean So I’mma f-ck it up, flow (?) Olive button up, Bo Jacksons and green Fresh fitted cap on the bean Sorta like a spine on a movie screen Back on the scene Back under the lights like a gat with the beam Back at the register wit’ the plastic machine Back wearing my gold like magic, Kareem Back in the rap magazines Click! [Chorus] BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND CLEAN B-BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND CLEAN-CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND CLEAN B-BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND CLEAN B-BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND CLEAN-CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Joe Budden] Check it Them rumors you heard about me I refute those The attribute of hoes Don’t affect my attitude at all Die from what you told Blood on your new clothes Cause even the biggest form of ? What they want, 2 glocks with ‘em Be in the box wit’ em Tryna box wit’ em while they got the ox wit em Dot the eyes wit’ em the whole life’s a rehearsal Cars got the horse power of that old spice commercial Silence when the Vets speakin Im jet skiing wit lesbians You just seein’, wanna just be him In the casino, spendin petti-cash No worries I’m the same as what you met me as Bitches sayin’ go ahead wit’ your sexy ass Y’all can have my heart you can get it out this plexiglass Here’s a message to the haters I’ll take money, power and fear, the respect’ll come later [Chorus]

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Snoop Dogg ft. Marty James – El Lay Lyrics

IHHM — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 15:43:38 +0000

“Hollywood, downtime and back, Life is always good, It’s not an act we so fresh, so hood”

[Marty James] LA, Sunset boulevard, Pacific Highway Out to the walk of stars now you in Cali Don’t go ‘less you go hard Go ‘less you go hard Hollywood, downtime and back Life is always good It’s not an act we so fresh, so hood You knew that it never would Knew that it never would [Snoop Dogg] Lakers, Dodgers, Ducks, Kings, Angels, Clippers Real set trippers Clarify ride, we bonafide dippers ESPN, you know Sports Centre Spooned and groomed, dipped and wet Home of the NBA championship Purple and Gold, homie let the story be told It’s the city where you shoot your favourite television episode And you can hit the strip, Sunset Boulevard But you gotta have a Low-rider car With the skirts dragging, with the plaque in the back flaggin’ Or put it in the back of the Chevy Wagon That’s how we represent it though Birthplace of Chevrolet ’64 Yeah I love showing it out First things first my nig’, you better know where you at You in… [Chorus] LA, Sunset boulevard, Pacific Highway Out to the walk of stars now you in Cali Don’t go ‘less you go hard Go ‘less you go hard Hollywood, downtime and back Life is always good It’s not an act we so fresh, so hood You knew that it never would Knew that it never would Riding on the 405 On my way to pick up baby 85 in the winter time Man, this place is crazy I love it, love it, love it, love it Southern surfer Cali [Snoop Doog - Verse 2] Rollin’ down Fairfax Just left the Nico, bust a left turn on Pico Gotta see the Bishop, he got me some gator shoes I’m rollin’ to Hollywood, I’m doing the house of blues About 9 o clock stop by the record shop And get that new Snoop Dogg, now we bouncing ball Life is a mystery, my life is like history Stop by my dispensary Give me some kush and pusha Put it in the trunk, smelling like some skunk But it’s all legal in LA Everybody taking a hit from the politicians Athletes and even the teachers My dentist even hit it, Dr Beecher He say “Snoop Dogg I really wanna meet ya” Yeah, I love showing you now First things first, my nig’ you better know where you at You in… [Chorus] LA, Sunset boulevard, Pacific Highway Out to the walk of stars now you in Cali Don’t go ‘less you go hard Go ‘less you go hard Hollywood, downtime and back Life is always good It’s not an act we so fresh, so hood You knew that it never would Knew that it never would

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Jeremih ft Drake – I Get Lonely Too Lyrics

IHHM — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 02:22:24 +0000

“Shawty, I just wanna spend some quiet time, And look up at the stars so you won’t forget me”

[Jeremih] Shawty, I just wanna spend some quiet time And look up at the stars so you won’t forget me About as pretty as the skyline On December 31 throwing up confetti If I started kissing all on your smile Maybe hit your spot when you wasn’t ready And somehow end up on my way down Would you make me stop, tell me would you let me? This is make or break up, wake up, something on your mind that you’re thinking Thinking, something’s all mine Two, Three, Four times, winter so chilling somewhere on the coast line You know when it’s showtime When we both hit the feeling and both of our adrenaline’s are rushing I’ll make sure that its yo time That we will get the wasting with the sun anticipation Let’s just face it I can tell it by your faces Baby, ya break me, lets do it big like Vegas Can a man get a vow? As I put it down, yea yea Just like you, yeah, I get lonely too Just like you, yeah, I get lonely [Drake] Baby, I could really get to know you Take my time and show you Don’t tell anybody what we do When I get lonely Take me, To another place where I’ll be Face to face, just you and me With no rules, just like you I get lonely too ooh ooh Hoo ooh hoh, hoo ooh hoh Just like you I get lonely too ooh ooh Hoo ooh hoh Just like you I get lonely Just like you, I get lonely too [Drake] Baby, I could really get to know you Take my time and show you Don’t tell anybody what we do When I get lonely Take me To another place where I’ll be Face to face, just you and me With no rules, just like you I get lonely too ooh ooh Hoo ooh hoh Hoo ooh hoh Just like you I get lonely too

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Jay-Z & Kanye West – H.A.M Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 22:57:10 +0000

I’m like really half a billi n-gga, Really you got baby money, Keep it real with n-ggas, N-ggas aint got my lady money

[Kanye West] It was all good just a week ago N-ggas feel theyselves and then Watch The Throne drop N-ggas kill themselves What n-ggas gon do Hov? This a new crack on a new stove I’m in the two-door, true that N-ggas tellin’ me “You back” Like a n-gga ever left up out this bitch, huh? and if life a bitch suck my d-ck huh? and I bet she f-cked the whole clique, huh By the way n-gga, you should f-ckin’ quit, n-gga Just forget it, you talk it, I live it Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthaf-cker and I get it No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me Or-gy, or are we speakin methaphorically Historically, I’m kickin’ b-tches out like Pam, n-gga Goin’ HAM n-gga, me and Jigga and a n-gga still young, wanna have no kids But I’ve been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit And a few white girls, asses flat a shit But the head so good, damn a n-gga glad he hit Got em jumpin’ out the building Watch out below, a million out the door I’m about to go HAM Hard As a Muthaf-cker, Let these n-ggas know who I am I’m about to go HAM Hard As a Muthaf-cker, Let these n-ggas know who I am [Jay-Z] F-ck y’all mad at me for? You don’t even know what I’ve been through I play chicken with a Mack truck Y’all muthaf-ckers woulda been moved I swam waters with great whites Y’all muthaf-ckers woulda been chewed I hustle with vultures late nights Y’all muthaf-ckers woulda been food F-ck wrong with these dudes Try to walk around in these shoes See the shit I saw growing up And maybe you can take a peek at these boo’s N-ggas fantasize about the shit that I do daily like These rappers rap about all the shit that I do really I’m like really half a billi n-gga Really you got baby money Keep it real with n-ggas N-ggas aint got my lady money Watch the Throne dont step on our road Bad enough we let you step on our globe When my nephew died, daddy dead N-ggas took the price on my uncles head Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled So I feel like I would like to know my uncles bread Bow down, brother pay homage don’t spill hate all on my garments Commes Des Garcon, f-ck your fresh head shots n-gga f-ck your vests F-ck the pig, no pork on my fork Peace God cause you know a n-gga just went Ham Hard As a Muthaf-cker, Let these n-ggas know who I am Yeah I’m ’bout to go HAM Hard As a Muthaf-cker, Let these n-ggas know who I am Yeah I’m ’bout to go HAM

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Outasight – Losing My Mind Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 03:12:40 +0000

Breaker breaker one nine Can you hear me Over and out Goin clearly Clearly I’m losing Losing My mind Losing My mind Watup to my audience Been holdin on line not foldin like accordians We goin Back to the future Like ridin in deloreans Not crown victorians life starts, And the story ends Skies Gray like dorian Till voices started joining em, Now it aint in vein, So let the award tour begin And New york is here since I started goin in Got the juice tampico Puerto rican girls used to go and call me rico this music shit to me Is like lou reed to nico I Feel like razar ramon watup chico Thowen toothpics At the amateurs the said characters Who tried to get the picture But couldn’t get the apperature The shutter speed Or the right light Now you in the dark Like a night light Fuck being like mike Be like Outasight And grow a set And here come the hook Cause This shit aint over yet Another bar gettin thrown out Speakin man to man I just wanna chill and zone out If you don’t know jack Homie dont pull ya phone out And I can drop dimes But I aint got much to loan out Every weekend gettin blown out 15 years old with a north face and a blow out 19 selling 20s trying to pull the dough out 25 and signed now the light don’t go out. Outasight aint outalight But he’s sure out his mind but he aint out of time, Groovin Chillin Routing for the villain Downtown dwelling Boy his ego swelling Like he got knocked in his head Downing johnny walker red Every one of our parents said Stay in school Some of us did Some of us didn’t Some of us cared Some of us living Some of us dead Some of us broke Some of us rich None of us should Ever live in the fear Of speaking clear So grow a set And here come the hook Cause This shit aint over yet

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Nicki Minaj – Girls Fall Like Dominoes Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 00:05:58 +0000

Nicki Minaj – Girls Fall Like Dominoes Lyrics [Chorus - The Big Pink] These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes dominoes, d-d-dominoes [Nicki Minaj] Hey I’m gon need 69 real bad girls for my tour bus somebody get security to escort us they go the long way but we take the short cut give me the blonde hair, long weave, short cut you know the flow sick, came in on the small bus so give the d-cup, c-cup, small bust they judge me like the girls on trial but every time I come out girls gon wild got the dominoe effect in the front row passing out with little bikini tops they got they asses hanging out lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com say my shoe game nuts, so I call ‘em cashews every other say (?)they Nicki tattoos steal Wayne girls, I steal Drake girls you know the real bitches, let me f-ck the fake girls so if you pretty I sign titties I got the key to every mothaf-cking city [Chorus - The Big Pink] These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes dominoes, d-d-dominoes [Nicki Minaj - Verse 2] Yo, yo, yo, so when I’m in the hills I hang with Kristin Cavallari and when I’m in Miami I’m with Kourtney, Kim and Khloe and when I’m in the A I’m with Ciara or it’s Keri I’m feeling like a Diva and I hit Marah Carey I’m in the UK, I’ma see MIA super hero by night, rapper by day and if I just wanna talk I’ma hit up Monique if i need a bad b-tch Angelina Jolie Material Girls like Madonna model for Donatella, aint nothing you can tell her cause she get the mozarella she look just like Rihanna, she work with Wilhelmina only rocking Galliano she might be Filipino, be sippin Pellegrino be watching Al Pacino, she could probably sniff a kilo anyway yo, hit up Grace Jones and tell her I said Strange I’m out in Paris mothaf-cka with Beyonce [Chorus] [Nicki Minaj] Girls girls everyday from London, Canada and the USA Girls girls everyday from London, Canada and the USA Girls girls everyday from London, Canada and the USA Girls girls everyday from London, Canada and the USA Where my westside girls at and where my eastside girls at yo, where my North side girls at and where my down south girls at Yo, where my westside girls at yo, where my eastside girls at yo, where my up North side girls at now where my down south girls at [Chorus - The Big Pink] These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes dominoes, d-d-dominoes

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Nicki Minaj – Fly Lyrics (feat. Rihanna)

IHHM — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 18:08:28 +0000

Nicki Minaj - Fly Lyrics [Rihanna - Chorus] I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise to fly to fly [Nicki Minaj] I wish today it will rain all day maybe that will kinda make the pain go away trying to forgive you for abandoning me praying but I think I’m still an angel away angel away, yeah strange in a way maybe that is why I chase strangers away they got their guns out aiming at me but I become near when they aiming at me me, me, me against them me against enemies, me against friends somehow they both seem to become one A sea full of sharks and they all see blood they start coming and I start rising must be surprising, I’m just summising win, thrive, soar, higher, higher, higher more fire [Rihanna - Chorus] I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise to fly to fly [Nicki Minaj - Verse 2] Everybody wanna try to box me in suffocating everytime it locks me in paint they own pictures than they crop me in but I will remain where the top begins cause I am not a word, I am not a line I am not a girl that can every be defined I am not fly, I am levitation I represent an entire generation lyrics courtesy of killer hip hop.com I hear the criticism loud and clear that is how I know that the time is near so we become alive in a time of fear and I aint got no muthaf-cking time to spare cry my eyes out for days upon days such a heavy burden placed upon me but when you go hard your nay’s become yay’s Yankee Stadium with Jay’s and Kanye’s [Rihanna - Chorus] I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise to fly to fly [Nicki Minaj - Bridge] Get ready for it get ready for it get ready for it I came to win get ready for it get ready for it I came to win [Rihanna - Chorus] I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise to fly to fly

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Eminem ft. Dr. Dre – I Need A Doctor Lyrics

IHHM — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 16:31:20 +0000

[Chorus - Liz Rodriguez] Im about to lose my mind you’ve been gone for so long I’m running out of time I need a doctor call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life [Eminem] I told the World one day I would pay it back say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that one day I could play it back but I don’t even know if I believe it when I’m saying that ya’ll starting to creep in, everyday its so grey and black hope, I just need a ray of that cause no one see’s my vision when I play it for ‘em they just say its wack they don’t know what dope is and I don’t know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this, all I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest you picked me up, breeding life in me I owe my life to you before the life of me, I dont see why you dont see like I do but it just dawned on me you lost a son see this light in you, it’s dark. let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you I dont think you realise what you mean to me not the slightest clue cause me and you were like a crew I was like your sidekick you gon either wanna fight me when I get off this f-cking mic or you gon hug me but I’m not an option, theres nothing else I can do cause… [Chorus - Liz Rodriguez] Im about to lose my mind you’ve been gone for so long I’m running out of time I need a doctor call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life [Eminem] It hurts when I see you struggle you come to me with ideas you say there just pieces so I’m puzzled cause the shit i hear is crazy but your either getting lazy or you don’t believe in you no more seems like your own opinions, not one you can form cant make a decision you keep questioning yourself second guessing and its almost like your begging for my help like I’m your leader your susposed to f-cking be my mentor I can endure no more, I demand you remember who you are it was YOU, who believed in me when everyone was telling you dont sign me everyone at the f-cking label, lets tell the truth you risked your career for me I know it as well as you nobody wanted to f-ck with the white boy Dre, I’m crying in this booth you saved my life, now maybe its my turn to save yours but I can never repay you, what you did for me is way more but I aint giving up faith and you aint giving up on me get up Dre, I’m dying, I need you, come back for f-ck’s sake [Chorus - Liz Rodriguez] Im about to lose my mind you’ve been gone for so long I’m running out of time I need a doctor call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life bring me back to life bring me back to life (I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life) [Dr Dre] It literally feels like a lifetime ago but I still remember the shit like it was just yesterday though you walked in, yellow jump suit whole room, cracked jokes once you got inside the booth, told you, like smoke went through friends, some of them I put on but they just left, they said they was riding to the death but where the f-ck are they now now that I need them, I dont see none of them all I see is Slim f-ck all you fair-weather friends all I need is him f-cking backstabbers when the chips were down you just laughed at us now you bout to feel the f-cking wrath of aftermath, faggots you gon see us in our lab jackets and ask us where the f-ck we been? you can kiss my indecisive ass crack maggots and the crackers ass little crack a jack beat making wack math, backwards producers, Im back bastards one more CD and then I’m packing up my bags and as I’m leaving I’ll guarantee they scream Dre don’t leave us like that man cause… [Chorus] Im about to lose my mind you’ve been gone for so long I’m running out of time I need a doctor call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life

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