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ASAP ROCKY lyrics

In Distress

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[Hook: A$AP Rocky] I'm something out this world, nothing like the rest Nigga, win the fair game, fuck with the best Just a kid with the grown men, rep to protect Since it's so rare so there's a whole land left in distress [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] I'm coming for your neck, hey, I ain't indirect They in debt, pay respect, now I'm coming to collect They regret what they said, that's when I become a threat Make a bet that the next time you niggas come correct This the type of music make a nigga flex Start so gangster, move it throwing up the set All the pretty niggas feeling only breasts And the government are cutting only checks Everybody stressed [Hook] [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] If knowledge is power and power is knowledge And then you divide and conquer, I devoured and conquered The youth is my environment, inspire responsibly But they rather drop it like it's hot, that wobbity wobbity If you ever thought of robbing me, my mob on me probably I believe this highway robbery, get the fuck out the driver's seat Honestly part of the problem, you deprived of your privacy This is private property, you part of the poverty You forced just like the prophecy, that's part of the policy Obviously just plain technology, democracy's mockery My doc made a hypothesis, he said that I'm obsolete The power of the God in me, no telling what I'mma be [Hook] [Bridge] [Hook]

Ask Yourself A Question (Bonus Cut)

Dr Dre "Dr. Dre 2001"
[Intro: Kurupt] Check it out Here's a penny for your thoughts A nicklebag of bliss An M-16 with eighteen clips I'm all set to bust, treacherous Illustrious, homie don't question us Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night Just ask yourself the question, nigga How many niggaz can I blast on sight [Verse One: Kurupt] I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump I pop pistols, that's all I do I pop one at him and pop two at you I'm illusive, I'ma glock it Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket I rip your pockets of the side of your pants You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-Boy stance How the fuck you make it this far No matter where you at, or who you are People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car Just from last night you can tell that I'm addicted to the fast life Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle [Chorus: Kurupt] Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us [Verse Two: Kurupt] What you wanna do, penetrate me Bump my crib Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga I never thought a nigga would trip off a little piece of ass that he know he could get Any day (any day) and any time (any time) You'se a vegetarian (what), I like beef, turkey and pork Fish and chips, chips and dip Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma) Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula. On a creep homie, wake up Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself [Chorus: Dr. Dre & Kurupt] Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us [Verse Three: Dr. Dre] What the fuck is up Man life's a bitch You gotta put your pistol to the sky, kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz) I thought the same way, back in the days Young, with a lack on daily things Never thought too much, homie, never trip I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks Look out for them niggaz out to catch us So I'ma stay forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga) Niggaz get swallowed in the game I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it Don't blaze the without the top bullet Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons Motherfucker don't ask me for shit Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch [Chorus: Kurupt] Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us What, what

3 Time Felons

WESTSIDE CONNECTION "Bow Down"
Intro, Ice Cube: What would you do If I punked your whole crew Would you run like a bitch from me Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west Yes the W-S to the C Westside! Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Verse 1, Ice Cube: Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes I shift gears when I see tears Fuck a record, fuck a movie I rack my uzi On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin erection Chorus, W.C.: So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge: Rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Westside rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Verse 2, Mack 10: I gots to handle mines So I grinds Real O.G. parolle Throw the woop on the quarter key Ain't been out but a minute Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented Got my pockets back swollen Motorola holdin A nigga got the whole hood rollin BG's get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot Niggaz callin Mack's spot Jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So wont you bounce rock skate To where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters And, ain't a crew that can get with us It's west coast, the most, I be yellin Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon Chorus, Ice Cube: Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Verse 3, W.C.: Let it rain, let it drip Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters Causing tragedy Tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo Chorus, Mack 10: Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Outro, W.C, Ice Cube: West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes All W's must be true Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang WSCG Bonafied and worldwide When you see Ice Cube throw up the W! When you see Mack 10 throw up the W! When you see W.C. throw up the W! When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W! When you see K-Dee throw up the W! When you see The Comrades throw up the W! All Frum Tha I throw up the W! Westside till I die, what you thinkin of And y'all bitches can throw it up to

44 Cal. Killa

BENZINO "Redemption"
Haven't you ever heard (Trackmasters) a killa [Benzino]: Zino 44 Caliber killa [Benzino]: Face, Young McNeil 44 Caliber killa [Benzino]: I keep the heat close by come through on any block start dumping Zino don't stop stop frontin 44 reasons to hit you with a gurvin while your fam's sleepin (nice man) why your man's bleedin (have his ass leakin)gotta face the reaper prepare for the worst the only thing certain right now you leavin in a hearse no negotiating time's up rhyme's up I'm gon split ya 44'll hit ya I'm the 44 Caliber killa [Chorus]: Every day you run inside niggas better hide from the 44 Caliber killa hell tie you up quick get your throat slit he's the 44 Caliber killa he comin through your hood kickin down your door he's the 44 Caliber killa killin pain from the lane came infrared you've been shot by the 44 Caliber killa [Scarface]: I keep the 4-4 cocked for fools the Son of Sam the serial killa (lock your doors)I got a bottle nigga cock and shoot I do this for respect homey and not for loot I got you stuck in the game and you can't win it cause I'm a Made Man known to hang men Scarface back at ya with the hard shit and bullshittin me get you brought in so back the fuck up with that tough talk homey I know ya'll nigga and ya'll don't want me I'm a gangsta in his true form let it be heard I got niggas from the wild wild to the 73rd all I gotta do is give em the word and your ass is in a meat wagon with your forehead saggin I'm tellin ya'll these streets is cold eat your ass up piece by piece shit you out whole the return of the invincible nigga it's the 44 Caliber killa Chorus [M3]: It ain't no secret if you cross me I'll come and get ya and once I come get ya I got that deal with ya I'm a kidnapper so I put you in the trunk take you to the woods and leave ya stank like a skunk I got semi-automatics with beams but I prefer the 44 Caliburs cause it's more convien. make noise of fuckin horror even in the evening it's possible I'm comin to stop your breathin even with a mask or no mask I'll just walk up on a point blank range 44 Cal is bitch ass I'm a killa plus a motherfuckin threat I ain't see how in the 4th I ain't been locked yet two homicides in police know we had beef now they know both niggas is deceased but I don't give a fuck because it get's no realer I'm the I'm the 44 Calibur killa Chorus (2x)

SpottieOttieDopalicious

OUTKAST "Aquemini"
(feat. Patrick Brown) [Hook] Damn damn damn James [Pat Brown] Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean leanin' checking out the scene Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit Nigga where you wanna go You know the club don't close 'til four let's party 'til we can't no more Watch out here come the folks [Dre] As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where young men & young women go to experience they first li'l taste of the nightlife Me Well I've never been there, well perhaps once But I was so engulfed in the Old 'E' I never made it to the door you speak of hard core while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems and the troubles of the day While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear competing with 'Set it Off,' in the right But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it 'Hey hey look baby they playin' our song' And the crowd goes wild as if Holyfield has just won the fight But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M. and three niggas just don' got hauled off in the ambulance [sliced up] two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham] and one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout 'Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court' It's just my interpretation of the situation [Hook] [Big Boi] When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel I can remember that damn thing like yesterday The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential My heart was beating so damn fast never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig] One moment you frequent the booty clubs & the next four years you & somebody's daughter raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang that's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real life situations [that is] Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money might not always be sufficient but the United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss So now you back in the trap just that, trapped Go on and marinate on that for a minute

How U Luv That

BIG TYMERS "How U Luv That?"
Awww man, Man I sure believe this one here man, gon' be so beautiful I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that [Verse 1] Now, who the fuck cars for days Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious The backstabbin' friends blowin' kisses Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300 Anything else around here, playboy I run it Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers 1998 Lexus, dickslangers Nuts-hang-us from South American Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on Can you top-uh Nigga with a Calico to helicopter Move, shake, shove that Ask yourself nigga, 'How you luv that' [Chorus] How you luv that 20 cars on chrome, nigga How you luv that 20 shows in the dome, nigga How you luv that 20 hot girls to bone, nigga How you luv that BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones 2x [Verse 2] Nigga, how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed When niggas used to play curls now the playin' braids And In my crib I got an elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads With alligator pillows cases in my bed I gotta scream, 'Cheese-y' so bad Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin' feds I said fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead Cause I'ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son So peep this, nigga I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with this That's beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover Earrings costing 15 G's with T.V.'s Nigga, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee With my face on top, nigga, can you see me I got so much money, I'll never do time I'll play them white bitches like they play me at all times I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet What the fuck I look like Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton When I should be fuckin' hoes and money clockin' I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that [Chorus] [Juvenile] Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin' You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din' What You must think these diamonds ain't real or sumpin, huh All of this shinin' gon' get me killed for nothin' huh Nigga, fuck that, I'ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General Digaul So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny jewel Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect In my position, we make nothin' but G's If you rich, then you belong got CMB Don't hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this They say Juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy Can you see me in that Bubble I, how you luv that Can you see me in that BMW-ah, how you luv that [Chorus the Lil' Wayne talks til end]

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