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JAY ROCK lyrics - 90059

90059

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[Intro - Lance Skiiiwalker:] Take my mind on this road, you too I took my mind on this road, way through I take your mind on this road, you do I took my mind on this road, way through [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket The stench from the smoker's smoke, so ferocious Winos in the alley, nearly slumped over Demons in they eyes, glassy, no Folgers Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's over Something like Velcro, stay attached to corners Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese All for the Gram, grams and a new weave All they got is spandex pants, and some loose knees Niggas taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's No one's exempt, weak or strong they do bleed Candle light vigils, closure if they do leave Bullets have a name defined by different calibers Concrete jungle, beware of different challengers Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters Play your cards right or be scratching off them calendars [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket These waters are murky, crocodiles they lurking Murder rate merging, up and down virgins Guess you gotta play street versions of a surgeon Keep beat bursting, closing down all your curtains When shit don't go right, gotta question your purpose Denim with them serpents coming back to surface EBT, zero balance, worthless You either leave in limousines or them hearses Too much bad blood, another problem emerges You started the problem you motherfucking deserved it Politicking, a lot of liquor, that be the answer They Marlboro, trying to trick them, they be the cancer Gotta get that loose change, you gotta kick a nigga brain Like your name Liu Kang, that be the mantra Stop, look, listen, that's the words to live by Know you gotta stake your claim, like a rib-eye 90059, nigga, here's why [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket Ah, shit, get out my pocket Ah, shit, get out my pocket Get out my pocket A force from the rap game my nigga, this ain’t a circus There’s no Ringling Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out lately Bitch niggas get they hat brought to them, you don’t communicate Well hands and the gat talk to you, what’s the convo? Don’t think fast, you end up getting a combo Think situations is calm, then they bomb though Sleeping in the bando, it’s either death or jail Something you never planned for, dreaming about Lambos Wake up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost Straight up out the motherfuckin’ crockpot it’s Watts One stops leave you with dope, socks is not boxed No rats, re-rock that got them all losing weight Got all they teeth shot but got a sweet spot Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox All of this in one zip code, keep the streets hot [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket

Retro Electro

JAY ELECTRONICA "Attack Of The Clones"
I wanna thank ya For bein so fly (so fly) You didn't know (didn't know) That it was my time They shoulda told ya I am for the people And on my shoulders Carrying the world Say it sir victory is mine oh yeah I tumble like the dice do Stay on the humble like christ do Piss stanzas and shite haikus Since I was a young tyke-u Tried to moonwalk like michael I understood the universal cycles Positive negative neutral Impoverished kids on sedativesll live mutual Where reverends, presidents movies stars cinema-togra-phers And producers, so standardized eduacation in it's current state Is useful, I'm mean useless Pardon the slippage The deadll probably target the jargon as gibberish Meanwhile I'm off in the stars war'n with iblis You see them atoms spinnin You see them waves shimmering You see them wisdoms grinning The masculine energy make em feel feminine I transformed and start assemblin From moab to mendin Sittin bull is twistin sittin ducks like dutches Victory is in my clutches Motherfuckers You can't touch this like hamm and them I'm on auto pilot Sippin pen noir Eatin sal-a-mon Brother with foul in them The son of marilyn Chancellor of hope Sharp like razor Clean like soap The simplest metaphors be the dope They stumblin outta focus I spit that hocus pocus Man these niggas absolutely bogus The cockroach flow is hopeless I'm on they ass like locust In and out the studio The flows unruly so My attack level is way higher than yugiohs My defence level is in the trillions So if you wanna duel Ya rocket better be filled with fuel Cause when you get here, I'll be on the stool crackin booze And you'll be tired from the journey So how you think that you could ever burn me Man these wack niggas don't concern me Bring out the gurneys and summon my attorneys

Victory Is In My Clutches

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
I wanna thank ya For bein so fly (so fly) You didn't know (didn't know) That it was my time They shoulda told ya I am for the people And on my shoulders Carrying the world Say it sir victory is mine oh yeah I tumble like the dice do Stay on the humble like christ do Piss stanzas and shite haikus Since I was a young tyke-u Tried to moonwalk like michael I understood the universal cycles Positive negative neutral Impoverished kids on sedativesll live mutual Where reverends, presidents movies stars cinema-togra-phers And producers, so standardized eduacation in it's current state Is useful, I'm mean useless Pardon the slippage The deadll probably target the jargon as gibberish Meanwhile I'm off in the stars war'n with iblis You see them atoms spinnin You see them waves shimmering You see them wisdoms grinning The masculine energy make em feel feminine I transformed and start assemblin From moab to mendin Sittin bull is twistin sittin ducks like dutches Victory is in my clutches Motherfuckers You can't touch this like hamm and them I'm on auto pilot Sippin pen noir Eatin sal-a-mon Brother with foul in them The son of marilyn Chancellor of hope Sharp like razor Clean like soap The simplest metaphors be the dope They stumblin outta focus I spit that hocus pocus Man these niggas absolutely bogus The cockroach flow is hopeless I'm on they ass like locust In and out the studio The flows unruly so My attack level is way higher than yugiohs My defence level is in the trillions So if you wanna duel Ya rocket better be filled with fuel Cause when you get here, I'll be on the stool crackin booze And you'll be tired from the journey So how you think that you could ever burn me Man these wack niggas don't concern me Bring out the gurneys and summon my attorneys

Waitin' On

ANGIE MARTINEZ "Animal House"
(feat. Petey Pablo) [Intro: Petey Pablo] (That's right) that's right [6x] That's right [Chorus: Petey Pablo] All that you've been - waitin' on! [7x] All that you've been hey heyyy [Verse: Angie Martinez] Now everybody just bounce bounce When we climb up outta' that truck And you standin' out in that line And we walk straight in - nigga that's wassup Straight to the V-I, where they got them bottles ready My name good cause we kinda' heavy Walk in with the hood and the cars steady talkin' Wish I could, but our time is very important You should find your mind already Cause I got hot shit, hooks kinda' catchy I spit so quicks no time to catch me, nah-uh don't stress me Cause we, just came to make ya bounce 'Tear da club up' and clear it out Thugs in the club: beef just air it out Now everybody just bounce bounce [Chorus: (2x)] [Verse: Angie Martinez] Now everybody just bounce bounce Every time we jump on that stage From page 1 through to 8 In the hallways or through the day You know our name good, kinda' thick Woke up in the spot with the shiny whips Keep talkin' a lot - bring out the grimey chicks Incase you forgot how the grimey get Niggas surround this shit, let me remind you chick How one hit can leave you all blind and shit Have to send your little friends to come find your shit But right now there's really no time to flip Just bounce, get twisted, get ripped no doubt, that's what I'm talkin' about 'Till ya whole crew, they walkin' ya out Swear ya'll never drink again, sure no doubt [Chorus: (2x)] [Bridge: Petey Pablo] (That's right) that's right [6x] That's right (ok,this it it right here) [Verse: Angie Martinez] Now if you still bouncin' and this yo shit Then ok, pump it in your whip We get it crunk, in the A-T-L Down in the south, baby blaze that L Just bounce bounce, rep your hood Rep your city, playa it's all good This worldwide, any town any club Unless you busy, you can party wit us 'Till the mornin' come, then we on the run Then we do it again - cause that's how it is On them ones, playa that's how it is Talk money it's done that, just biz I get it on lock like 'that's just a bid' Every time I rock it's like 'that's just the kid' If you didn't know, now you know Gotta get this paper, gotta go gotta go [Chorus: (2x)]

Black Chick, White Guy

KID ROCK "Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp"
Black chick, white guy Does it mean shit, maybe I don't know, but yo it never phased me But either way here's one tail Of two like that and what prevailed It started way back in the eigth grade In the small old town where the two both stayed He came from a family of middle class Where everything he did he always had to ask She came from a place that was so alone You know the same old tail of a broken home Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend Had three different kids from three different men And that's just the way shit was Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it so there it was Anyway the two kept on With the phone calls notes and so on and so on And after the bullshitin and whatten That day came the two started fuckin All the time you know kids habit's Every single day fuckin like rabbits Sneakin out the car when he was 15 Climbin in the window and fuckin all night see Fuckin during lunch in the junior high bathrooms Drinking champagne and trippin on mushrooms His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet Ninth grade came, I'm pregnant Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tough decision But they decided to abort it It might have been right, it might have been wrong But one thing's for sure, it really fucked his head up Where is it, who is it, how is it, was it right These are the things he thought in bed at night A lot of people might laugh at this But fuck em they don't know the half of it Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows, I'm still standin Now as time went on the the two kept on They kept seeing each other off and on See she moved to the city and you know what happened Black chick with a real white accent Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin nigger Still seein that other kid on the side She kept most of her thoughts inside See all the first guy did was just love her While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her She was livin all wild I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child She asked the first guy to have his baby He looked at her like she must be crazy He was makin records and goin on tour 20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor And all that while she sat at home and got macked If she stepped out of line she got slapped And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away And he did he got caught with a loaded gun And went to jail, but first she had his son Ooohh and now what to do She had no man, no money, and no clue Now the other guy came back from tourin And she called him up early one mornin They hooked up her mind was blown As he began to raise her son as his own And that's a lot of shit to deal with man And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand And people still laugh at this shit Fuck em they don't know the half of it Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows, I'm still standin Now for the next year there was some good times A few bad times, mostly good times See he was a ramblin man to the bone He liked women and wine and he loved to roam Not like she was any kind of Saint See in this story there's a lot of red paint But time kept slippin and made her crazy And she talked about havin another baby The guy was like, Oooh Lord We got one now that we can't afford But she convinced she could handle even two Said I want your child or I'm leavin you I can't figure out why then he didn't run I guess he was attached to her and her son All confused about what to do That girl met another guy and was fuckin him too Slut Could barely pay her rent And then the same old shit, I'm pregrant And if that ain't some shit cuz The girl didn't even know who the father was And still by her side the first guy stayed Head gettin more fucked by the day He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why And then a little girl on the Fourth of July Was born in the front seat of his car It was amazing Kinda like a shooting star He was happy told his family and friends Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his And that crushed him quick Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick But before he found all that out From the same chic another kid popped out And that shit's real ill Girl told him that she was takin the fuckin pill She must have known all along The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin to latch on Three different kids from three different men History repeats itself again And after some more shit got stirred He kicked that bitch to the curb And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit Huh, And he loves him But still you don't know the fuckin half of it Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows, I'm still standin I'm still standin I'm still standin I'm still 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My 1st Song

JAY-Z "The Black Album"
[Notorious B.I.G. interview] I'm just, tryin to stay above water y'know Just stay busy, stay workin Puff told me like, the key to this joint The key to staying, on top of things is treat everything like it's your first project, knahmsayin? Like it's your first day like back when you was an intern Like, that's how you try to treat things like, just stay hungry [Verse One: Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, yes, yes Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop Let me tell you pe-eople why Came from the bottom of the block I When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit Had to pull the opposite out this bitch Had to get my ri-ide on Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to Had to had to get these chips Had to make moves like Olajuwon Started out sellin dimes and nicks Graduated to a brick No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip Legendary like a schoolboy Crushin merely nearly every every chick Heavy shit - that's how schoolboy got whipped And got left on some 'Just +Me, Myself and I+' On some Trugoy shit Had your boys threw place up, to a place of no return Had to play with fire and get burned Only way the boy ever gon' learn Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned [Chorus] It's my life - it's my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst is the same as - when I came It's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to me It's my ev-ery-thing [Verse Two: Jay-Z] Like I never rode in a limo Like I just dropped flows to a demo Like it's ninety-two again and And I got O's in the rental Back in the Stu' again, no prob' livin was a whole lot simpler When you think back, you thought that you would never make it this far, then you take advantage of the luck you handed Or the talent, you been given Ain't no, half steppin, ain't no, no slippin Ain't no different from a block that's hidden Gotta get it while the getting's good Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop Then you gotta bid it, good riddance Goodbye, this is my second major breakup My first was, with a pager With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the GAME This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the FAME [Chorus] It's my life - my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst is the same as - when I came It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me It's my ev-ery-thing Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst like the first song I sang [Outro: Jay-Z] Woo! It's like the blues - we gon' ride out on this one Ta-tah, be-hah Yo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashes for them niggaa at radio and shit? Clark Kent, that was good lookin out nigga Carlene - who ever thought we'd make it this far homey? Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin? Lenny S Dame whattup? Robbin the bank Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member uhh You had that fucked up ass handwritin You was writin all the numbers that we was spendin now for the videos we was doin ourselves, whattup? Original Flavor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit But we we still put it together Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh But y'all my nizzle, your dog peed on homey leg and shit at his crib - I think that was Rudy And they was havin a lil trouble with the pool You and Ta-tah was laughin Emory was there, whattup Emory? What up Ta? Hip-Hop, whattup man? Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh You ain't have no muh'fuckin seat on your, on your bicycle Now you uhh, the head of black music That's what I'm talkin bout right there homey - G, whattup G? Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man I be takin them shits in one take You gon' have to punch niggaz shit, STICK IT, you gon' be tight OG One, whattup? I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process But it's all good - whassup Dash? My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, whassup? Te-Tee (B, B, B, B) Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that? Bob Allah, rest in peace My pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.?) Biggie Smalls, rest in peace Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Nigga, I'm bout to go golfin man Ay, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it! I'm goin somewhere nice where no mosquitos at nigga Holla at me - it's your boy!

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