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DOKKEN lyrics

Alone Again

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Aint no set ride for me So I aint trippin' off no set I'm bout money D O E cream is my thing I got my mug oning when I hit the scene Let my nuts swing and be king Suckas on a scheme Low life buster motherfuckers living nothing but a dream A fiend lost to reality You feel presence of evil when you have a fat salary So what that means you gots to loc' up self love against the world Middle finger up Everyday I fight the devil, always in my face Got the next man's dream tryin' to take my place Anyone in the world can do a 1-8 sell I'd rather stack a grip and mob in a Chev They hated that you made it so they tryin to fade it Suckas scheme for the cream You in the game, better play it Chorus x4 Stack your grip Don't trip off no punk shit Be a hustla bitch, maybe your wig won't get split I'm flippin' shit We movin' niggas, hoes, and keys A bitch in my mix don't fall in to succeed Re-emburse, the money comes first An eye for an eye snitch bitch rest in dirt No high sidin', just playa pimps I'm ridin' 2-0-9 Youngsta srtivin', automatic bustin' a kanivin' Penetrate stayin' far from fake Can't no one fade when it comes to this game I'm trustin' no slug, just me on my own Ready to bust from dust 'till dawn trailin' stanky bitches home It's serious business, a true can't be slippin' Gettin' took out the establishment, thicky segregation Fight or die, give up or try It's always the next man that wants your life 2 for the money and nuttin' for the hoes 9 ways to get bent, Doja Clik takin' souls Chorus x4 This is Young Ren ? baller grabbin' his nuts Down for my scratch and killin' all these punk ass chumps Jump on that ass for the fact that they playa hate me About a hundred motherfuckers want to fade me But I'm too crazy, step to me with bullshit I'll bust hot ones in that ass, empty the whole clip Made by a snitch , that's why them suckas fall so quick And if you ain't down for your scratch you must be a punk ass bitch Punk ass bitch all up on my nut sack Punk ass bitch you need to get the fuck back You need the fuckers ? I ain' no bein' a straight up hustla Unless you want to be a broke ass busta You fuckin' bitch made punk motherfucker rose Want to fuck with Ren, you're fuckin' with your funeral Chorus x4 Make that cash and dash

The Heist

BUSTA RHYMES "Anarchy"
(feat. Ghostface, Raekwon, Rocky Marciano) [Raekwon] Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man You know what time it is wit me, yo That's right Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man Take the bones out man for real Yeah all applepie yeah Straight up, Flipmode BK king [Ghostface Killah] It was the best heist since ice Precise rituals Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels Holdin a navy blue uzi Krush Groovin waves off the atlas Coolin, that's how we make movies Basketball gun brawlers, bounce Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks That's the way we live, Staten Island kid Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it Vivid imagination paper chasin Dufflebag swollen, we holdin Drink chocolate milk before we roll in It's like that ya'll, we gangstas Stickin all you Bay Ridge Benzes I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district Tiffany's, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin 'Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!' [Raekwon] Aiyyo caught em at the ice pavilion Dressy, salad bar style Nestle Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces Think like a mob flick Guessin like Patsy in the mask, piece bust Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece One nigga beamin, faggot ass Lay on the floor ya fuck! Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma Three young Italians, suited down personal style I'm in valour white designin on the 'dallions Felt like some crackers was in back of me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set Ghost backin me Bust a shot, motored Four male in paper work Lord We get together once more before we blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors [Busta Rhymes] MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door Pass me all the cash in the drawer Or I promise you'll be payin the price Feelin like a nigga died twice Execute the world's greatest diamond heist Ya'll niggas know we out to get this MONEY! C'mon MONEY! [7x] Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce C'MON! Let's get this money nigga [Rocky Marciano] Yeah we near the mind out west Somewhere in Africa The Feds is after us, vest on my back Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin A rug in Preston on percussion I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin A hail storm, ice rainin, mind containin Info, nigga what you in for Complainin Sick bars deep in this language Did I tell you how my day's spent Speakin through the face of Ronald Regan Iceberg History, calligraphy Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin gunmen Hate to see me comin like gray skies on day of judgment Makes you wonder where the love went Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards Put up numbers, plus I'm one to push his mug in We duck in the safe, check what I'm huggin Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo My arms full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got you [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists Gem-ologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin Dunkin Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open Rae pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick Marciano brought a chisel wit an ice pick Princess cuts, invisible settings Plannin the world's greatest diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight Throwin light went off and in the basket Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket Ice lay across the crushed burgandy velvet Up in the diamond slide-tray Gun in your face, slide it right away Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas We got them niggas drunk and talkin foolish see You know the way we straight manipulated the shit We swindle them niggas for all their precious things before we skated and shit Yeah, ya'll niggas know we skated early Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard Like Turks in Keikos Everytime we hit, we in and out quick Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin niggas all the platinum and shit [MONEY! 17x] Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist Thoroughly and successfully executed By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes A job well done fellas, very good piece of work

100

IGGY AZALEA "The New Classic"
[Intro - Watch The Duck:] You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100 When you're round me Yeah, that's why I keep it 100, 100, 100 When you're round me Girl, when you come around me When you come around me Yeah, girl you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're round me Girl, when you come around me [Verse 1 - Iggy Azalea:] Time to keep it 100, I'm a boss chick but he run it No Michael Kors just Tom Ford Saint Tropez, I'm like bonjour In Spain wearing that Balmain Lanvin, Givenchy On the top floor of that penthouse I got ten toads in that concrete Keep it G with the money, I ain't gotta lie about shit I don't need your money, I can buy my shit Heard in the streets that he fucked that bitch He know I'll put his ass out my shit Paid one million for that drop six and he got the Glock in my cockpit Them other chicks he get caught with I'm the bitch he gonna rock with They talk shit but we 'bout shit Fly Aussie on boss shit When he need to be, where he need to be I tell him "go on, it ain't no thing to me" Gotta hit that thing, bring that back Would you let me thumb through the check if you wanna get sexy You knew I was high class ass when you met me My money talk, it's too bad for y'all Y'all know which shorty's Joe Pesci I'm a fancy bitch but I'm ratchet Know every bitch you had ain't never had shit Respect that, I won't come around, no run around You better hold me down And the games, ain't gonna play none Keep it A1 since day one, yeah [Hook - Watch The Duck:] You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100 When you're round me Yeah, girl you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're round me Girl, when you come around me [Verse 2 - Iggy Azalea:] Bank-Rolls'r'us, we got it You know how we ride No credit, no debit, no thanks My clique pay cash everything we buy See me walking by with my nose in the sky Make you be like "Damn bitch, can't say hi?" Then I hop in the drop and I wave goodbye As I drive through the tunnel looking like Lady Di Why stress myself when he not there? Let's see how he likes seeing me out there You know how many dudes want me out there? Just stop thinking about it You got no idea Don't try me man, you know I will Throw this brick through your wind shield Knife your nice new rover whip The fireplace? Your clothes in there If I know you two in there No asking what you doing there Imma send my crew in there You two gonna be ruined there You violate, I demonstrate Especially if I'm true to you And when I come around I keep it 100 as usual [Hook - Watch The Duck] [Bridge - Watch The Duck & Iggy Azalea:] 100, 100 as usual (When I come around I keep it 100 as usual)

Thought You Knew

COOLIO "It Takes A Thief"
Verse 1: PS Never gave a fuck and I still don't So save your lectures, I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life A young BG deranged in the brain The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G Really can I make your ass rest in peace? No need to waste my energy squabbin Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin Never been a baller but I trap many ballin Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick and have her sprung on this black ass nigga Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat Chorus: Bitches ridin on my bit Niggas hit me up and shit But I'm from the Eastside Where the niggas do or die Representin like a dream Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 2: Billy Boy Uh, uh, uh As I crack dice from one hood to the next Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up Keepin motherfuckers on the duck You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do) I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top LA hustlers can't live without money So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot cos I can't fuck without my hoes And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4 Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me but I won't be gettin back in the CPT Chorus: Niggas tryin to give me stuff Billy Boy don't give a fuck First I warn you with my rhyme then I'll fuck you with my 9 Don't give your plees cos I don't bang But I'm down to fully slang 40 Thevz end down your crew cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 3: Coolio I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool R-E-S-P-E-C-T C-O-O-L-I-O G M to the A, A to the D A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke First you diss my city then you choke *cough* Chorus: C-O-M-P-T-O-N Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?* You don't wanna see my crew Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew

U Know Hoo!

COOLIO "It Takes A Thief"
[Featuring Billy Boy PS] Verse 1: PS Never gave a fuck and I still don't So save your lectures I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life A young BG deranged in the brain The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G Really can I make your ass rest in peace? No need to waste my energy squabbin Quick to pull the trigger put your ass in a coffin Never been a baller but I trap many ballin Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick and have her sprung on this black ass nigga Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat Chorus: Bitches ridin on my bit Niggas hit me up and shit But I'm from the Eastside Where the niggas do or die Representin like a dream Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 2: Billy Boy Uh, uh, uh As I crack dice from one hood to the next Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up Keepin motherfuckers on the duck You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do) I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top LA hustlers can't live without money So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot cos I can't fuck without my hoes And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4 Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me but I won't be gettin back in the CPT Chorus: Niggas tryin to give me stuff Billy Boy don't give a fuck First I warn you with my rhyme then I'll fuck you with my 9 Don't give your plees cos I don't bang But I'm down to fully slang 40 Thevz end down your crew cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 3: Coolio I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool R-E-S-P-E-C-T C-O-O-L-I-O G M to the A, A to the D A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke First you diss my city then you choke *cough* Chorus: C-O-M-P-T-O-N Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?* You don't wanna see my crew Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew

Pass The Courvoisier Part I

BUSTA RHYMES
[P. Diddy] Oh yea, I like this, Ladies Gentlemen The time you all been waitin for (lets do it, do it, do it) This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration (Come on) [P. Diddy] Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k) I'm the man (lets go) and no one else raah, raah [Busta Rhymes] Like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' I said I'm sick with the flow Stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door [P. Diddy] Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam [Busta Rhymes] Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say) Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man (Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?) Theres nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about [P. Diddy] See, we serious wit it, they aint nothin to talk about [Busta Rhymes] And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on [Busta Rhymes] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta Rhymes] Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] We got these hoes lovin it They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John) I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan) [Busta Rhymes] We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong) The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit And get the wlyin out they actin like a . to my shit ?? go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now Down to the credit card different from yours [P. Diddy] Its the law for me to get in ya drawers I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss You know me, the only G to willy a porshe [Busta Rhymes] We get dough in all land the size of philly of course Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn) Fuck around and you can really get tossed Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost What you can do is [Busta Rhymes] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta Rhymes] Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier [Busta Rhymes] Five thousand boomin watts I got a thousand karats all over my watch Travel lighty, flow back easy Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit [P. Diddy] Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty Knock, knock who is he? [Busta Rhymes] Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy (Excuse me bus-a-bus) Full control of the city, if you aint know [P. Diddy] By the way, the name is Puff It aint my fault ya dane corrupt We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to.. [Busta Rhymes] The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker And the game we trust Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must Flipmode! [Busta Rhymes] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta Rhymes] Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier [Busta Rhymes] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta Rhymes] Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck Straight up, I just need to know Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..

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