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JEREMIH lyrics - Late Nights With Jeremih

Letter To Fans

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[Verse 1: Jeremih] Yeah Late night emotions Right now I'm tired of those The only thing that get get me by I stay by myself in this condo But I'm good dog, got some good tree 2k and ol' papa dogs Find the time to look at the walls at these plaques Dog ya im proud of those Sippin' on this corona, maybe this is the moment You smell the aroma, that's fresh from Daytona People tell me that I'm needed dog Its just everything ain't how I want it Niggas say you never be about it Only be talkin' bout' how ya gonna' Man just grind harder, grind harder Tell my bank account, oh my god I no longer do it for myself I do it now for my son Some are here for the wrong reasons Anything now for the gold But I ain't forget you grand diablo So this some heat right for the soul This right here for the gold Had to do it, rep her whole Just got some plans with some amazing fans I'll see you soon at the arena shows Go an light up the optimos Who's your favorite, I suppose As I cross, come sailing seas I hope you all don't ever think... [Hook: Willie Taylor (x2)] Baby you not gonna' Be like I told ya Never going nowhere Baby I'll be Here for ya, for ya [Verse 2: Jeremih] I swear I let them haters hate I know they mad they'll never get to me You were the ones that were there from the start That's why you'll always get the best of me Lets forget all those award shows And why they ain't never mention me Look at it like this I looked at my wrist like man it's time to make history Now sippin' on this corona Maybe this is the moment I feel like I'm Florida When she met Willona We just here to have a good time Sent labels on the corner Said he robbin' out havin' hood times That fairy tale ain't over So I won, know I had to hit em' with the heat You ever wanna kill em' with the flow If, we stay together lmnop a No tellin' where we prolly' go Just green lights, green lights I'm tryna' see what it be like Oh down south though the heat lies So grind harder, grind harder, tell my bank account Oh my god, ever mess with my fam' Food Or my fetti dog that's called karma I pro (Sigh) I promised me and ya My mamma that I auta' Feel up all ya'll [?] before I'm not a [Hook x2: Willie Taylor] [Outro] I'll be here [repeatedly] Well, this just goes to show That nobody really know That I'll be even be able to say, welcome world, to Canyon Gray Man means mind, and mind means lead over self One man, one chance, one chance one life That's why I'm still here To all the years, the tears, and the fears Came the breath of life Just as a mother to her daughter, and a father keep after his son I'll be here till all the [?] gon' Like steel water run deep I'll tell you I never fall asleep On the gift that I've been giving, I must give back to the streets That's why I'm still here, I'm still here, I'm still here

Fucc Coolio

COOLIO "Gangsta's Paradise"
Now I didn't use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme but Now it's '95 so let me drop a line This goes out to the young black queens On the neighborhood scene Who haven't lost their dream I know sometimes it seems like it ain't no love And to get where you go ya got to push an' shove Around the way girl with hope in your heart Do his five in the purse an' five in the start She's the kinda woman ya take home to momma The only kind you ever let get past the drama Coolio know that you ain't no ho And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat Queen of the entire universe And you know how I know that you were put here first An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya Accept my apologies for my brothaz.... (Chorus) My...sista... Give it up for my sistas Give it up for my sistas Give it up for my sistas You're all I need... Princess of the Nile An' sweet black sexy child Ooh I like your style, huh First motha on the planet I know it's gettin' scary And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an' nigga meat And use your God-given talents and abilities No matta where ya from ya get much respect From the top of your neck to your county check I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn Brick house with a face like Leena Horne I ain't no cap to save a ho But I got your front An' your side an' your back if that's what ya want So when it's time to put it down I won't be runnin' Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like Harriet Tubmanm, huh No matta what ya do or where ya go Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio.... -Chorus- Hernie Dipp got the lips, finga tips, and the hips Ta make mice outa the crazy-ass Bloodz and Crypts Make a nigga sing a song all night long Til' his voice is gone Wit' no music on You can be a busta on a hardass low An' should be down wit' your ass when your poor and broke And um uh Every time ya need I'll owe ya Gotta do is make a phone call, cuz When ya say 'come' ya know she's on her way Wit' no hesitance An' any type of the leg I talk about my granny Batana, an' Vanita Jacki an' Nicole an' Grandy an' Artisha I gots to give credit where credit is due An' all credit that is credited is credit to you I give praise to your wayz An' for all my day Apologies much respect to the sons I raise.... -Chorus(extended)-

Jimmy Buffett Doesn't Live In Key West Anymore

David Alan Coe
Recitation: THE OLD MAN WAS COVERED WITH TATTOOS AND SCARS HE GOT SOME IN PRISON AND OTHERS IN BARS THE REST HE GOT WORKIN' ON OLD JUNK CARS IN THE DAYTIME THEY LOOKED LIKE TOMBSTONES IN OUR YARD AND I NEVER SEEN HIM WHEN HE WASN'T TIRED AND MEAN HE SOLD USED PARTS TO MAKE ENDS MEET COVERED WITH GREASE FROM HIS HEAD TO HIS FEET CUSSIN' THE SWEAT AND THE TEXAS HEAT AND MOSQUITERS AND THE NEIGHBORS SAID WE LIVED LIKE HICKS BUT THEY BRUNG THEIR CARS FOR PA TO FIX ANYHOW HE WAS VETERAN-PROUD, TRIED AND TRUE HE'D FOUGHT TILL HIS HEART WAS BLACK AND BLUE DIDN'T KNOW HOW HE'D MADE IT THROUGH THE HARD TIMES HE BOUGHT OUR HOUSE ON THE G.I. BILL BUT IT WASN'T WORTH ALL HE HAD TO KILL TO GIT IT HE DRANK PEARL IN A CAN AND JACK DANIELS BLACK CHEWED TOBACCO FROM A MAIL POUCH SACK HAD AN OLD DOG THAT WAS TRAINED TO ATTACK SOMETIMES HE'D GET DRUNK AND MEAN AS A RATTLESNAKE AND THERE WASN'T TOO MUCH THAT HE WOULD TAKE FROM A STRANGER THERE WERE THIRTEEN KIDS AND A BUNCH OF DOGS A HOUSE FULL OF CHICKENS AND A YARD FULL OF HOGS I SPENT THE SUMMERTIME CUTTIN' UP LOGS FOR THE WINTER TRYIN' LIKE THE DEVIL TO FIND THE LORD WORKIN' LIKE A NIGGER FOR MY ROOM AND BOARD COAL-BURIN' STOVE, NO NATURAL GAS IF THAT AIN'T COUNTRY, I'LL KISS YOUR ASS IF THAT AIN'T COUNTRY, IT'LL HAIRLIP THE POPE IF THAT AIN'T COUNTRY, IT'S A DAMN GOOD JOKE I'VE SEEN THE GRAND OLE OPRY, AND I'VE MET JOHNNY CASH IF THAT AIN'T COUNTRY, I'LL KISS YOUR ASS RECITATION: MAMA SELLS EGGS AT A GROCERY STORE MY OLDEST SISTER IS A FIRST-RATE WHORE DAD SAYS SHE CAN'T COME HOME ANYMORE AND HE MEANS IT MA JUST SITS AND KEEPS HER SILENCE SISTER, SHE LEFT 'CAUSE DAD GOT VIOLENT AND HE KNOWS IT MAMA SHE'S OLD FAR BEYOND HER TIME FROM CHOPPING TOBACCO AND I'VE SEEN HER CRYIN' WHEN BLOOD STARTED FLOWIN' FROM HER CALLOUSED HAND AND IT HURT ME SHE'D JUST KEEP WORKIN' TRYIN' TO HELP THE OLD MAN TO THE END OF ONE ROW AND BACK AGAIN LIKE ALWAYS SHE'S BEEN THROUGH HELL SINCE JUNIOR WENT TO JAIL WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT SHE AIN'T NEVER FAILED TO GET DOWN ON HER KNEES AND PRAY BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM TOLD ALL THE NEIGHBORS HE WAS OFF IN THE WAR FIGHTIN' FOR FREEDOM, HE'S GOOD TO THE CORE AND SHE'S PROUD NOW OUR PLACE WAS A GRAVEYARD FOR AUTOMOBILES AT THE END OF THE PORCH THERE WAS FOUR STACKS OF WHEELS AND TIRES FOR SALE FOR A DOLLAR OR TWO CASH THERE WAS FIFTY HOLES IN AN OLD TIN ROOF ME AND MY FAMILY WE WAS LIVIN' PROOF THE PEOPLE WHO FORGOT ABOUT POOR WHITE TRASH AND IF THAT AIN'T COUNTRY, I'LL KISS YOUR ASS IF THAT AIN'T COUNTRY, IT'LL HAIRLIP THE POPE IF THAT AIN'T COUNTRY, IT'S A DAMN GOOD JOKE I'VE SEEN THE GRAND OLE OPRY, AND I'VE MET JOHNNY CASH IF THAT AIN'T COUNTRY, I'LL KISS YOUR ASS I'M THINKING TONIGHT OF MY BLUE EYES CONCERNING THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD I DIDN'T KNOW GOD MADE HONKY-TONK ANGELS AND WENT BACK TO THE WILD SIDE OF LIFE

Death

CAM'RON "Confessions Of Fire"
[chorus] [Biggie on 'Suicidal Thoughts'] I swear to God it feel like death is fucking callin me. But naw you wouldn't understand.... Ayo hit wit at least ten, beat again Hey Cam'Ron need a friend Aww man we meet again Heres your suit and tie your laced with the gear, You the same mutha fucka I been chasing for years (Come on chill man, don't take me) Don't take you why not Cause you rhyme now Listen here muthafucka lie down Yo yo chill it ain't my time now Come on last year you had me duckin the blaze What about that bitch that you fucked wit' AIDS Aww shit come on death I ain't know that, You know I wouldn't of went up in that bitch kojak Yeah but her ass was so phat. But let's go back to when your ass stole cracks But I was a little cat that ain't know jack So I know that but lets go black when they put you in the trunk of the gold hatch Oh yeah with the cold rats. But back then I even came back with rabies But you still living that was way back in the 80's nigga But yo you tried to get me once when my house caught on fire So I let you go when your girl called you a liar and choked you with your necklace And what about when your ass drove wreckless Wha what in the Lexus Come on now I'm thinking of Blood in the BM Well I know where he at nigga yo you wanna see him Ayo don't play wit me nigga you'll get lead in yo head Yo shut up nigga you bout to die you can't kill me I'm dead This is how I get extortion. I coulda got your ass when you was a portion Mom wanted abortion Yo why didn't you come get me when my time was done When I didn't have a penny and I was confined to crumbs When I wanted to kill myself and couldn't find a gun Oh yeah that time you was beeping me 911 But to mean I was petty But now I ain't ready Man Cam hurry up I got to go get little ready Me and her got a little 2:00 appointment She playing with wires while she eating on a ointment Yo but I don't wanna even join the casket crew Too bad mutha fucka be back in a few Yo chill, chill chill yo, shit. [chorus x3] Oh you slid up on me. Ayo Death hurry up before they give up on me. Come on, my man It's your time, it's your time Ayo Death I forsake you, I ain't trying to snake you Well why shouldn't I take you Well I understand I stole bottles. But nowadays I'm the one the little grove follow Yo I'm like a role model. And my girls pregnant Look don't hand me the game Yo for real I don't wanna see my family in pain Look Cam, man, shut up But, but What, what Yo man that fucked up Yeah, well tough luck Ayo just show me the light and get me through the fog What about Mr. Diggs and Jimmy and the God Oh your crew after you left they got a little chest hair After hard rocks yo they'll meet you here next year Ayo what happened to em You know niggas on the hill sniped em Ayo why they just ain't fight em See funerals I like em you see family and friends Yeah don't forget the snitches While you looking for them man I'm looking for the bitches And you don't need no ends, and nigga no friends I'm just gonna go wit you I ain't got no wins Lemme get my shit man I'll go check it. Matter fact death you got to give me one second Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep And if I die..... Ayo man, cut the crap man just get yo shit man and that'll be that Man fuck it death I'm ready to go lying in the ditch Aw Cam yo you always fucking crying like a bitch I ain't gonna take you your life you can have that Just wanted to waste time you someone to laugh at Ayo why you fuck with me just give me one answer Ayo I see you next album with my man lung cancer [chorus til end]

One Life To Live

Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz "Make It Reign"
*Verse One* [Peter Gunz] Can I fuckin' play? I got a quarter mill' in the bank No one to thank but me Break me Gunz Bronx ball playa Take the gatas and suits from niggas rich See me I'm stackin mah chips flippin' mah chips Bitch I... Peter Gunz I... Listen I gobble pour all I broke No joke clear the smoke or get smoked Nigga what? You stand ya plan You faka's join but what's the point you makin'? Nothin' taken I seen nigga's come and go But I'ma say a A mothafuckin' Bronx playa I went from eatin' outta trash To walkin' and pushin' the E-Class From chickens, to fuckin' bitches that's lookin' like Stacy Cash An'-now flash Moms prayed to God that she'd be green But it was hard for me to raise somebody, I never seen Cherish I testify when they ask me ta speak I said that only Lord knows two rants to praise the Lord (Nah) *Chorus* I think it's bout time we'd shine (shine) Nigga's made chips off mine (mine) Climb the same rhyme, recline It's time to bring pain to these nigga's (haaahh) Drain these nigga's, if they wanna (who wanna?) I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war (c'mon) Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall (from the faaall) We gotta bring it all Uptown in the party (uhhh) Cause Lord Tariq won't you come and get shit started? *Chorus* *Verse Two* [Lord Tariq] Check it yo, I'm in the big black Bronco Sippin' Rimmey out the bottle From the Bronx like Billy Blanco Fortin' high-on on the throttle My shit dates back like American Bandstands So ya'll niggas sit and relax while these grands change hands Stand tall, stick yo chest out boy And be a man You bust one, you let them all-out, and go all-out Wit' dat bug you had to fall-out wit, head-chest Don't let-'em fall-out, shit And if I fall-out, quick It's Money Boss I'm at the midnight blue Three times to excite you Have you drippin' off mah chest, wantin' ta be crew Wantin' to be flauntin' the shit that we do But ya can't nigga, ya still young, it's still alot of shit to go through I been through enough drugs to get you high, think I'm Bout It Think I'm lyin'? 'Cause I'm rhymin? Nigga mah path would be routed Shit is real, don't you battle, now get ya bricks fa' tin Now that's the Steel House of Bout It (House of Bout It ) Money Boss... *Chorus* I think it's 'bout time you'd shine (shine) Nigga's made chips off mine (mine) Climb the same rhyme, recline It's time to bring pain to these nigga's Drain these nigga's, if they wanna (yo who wanna?) I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall Gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (party) Peter Gunz won't you come and get this shit started? *Chorus* *Verse Three* [Peter Gunz] 'Ey-yo When you gettin' chips, you got mad tricks ridin' ya pony But when ya slip, the same stank bitch is wanna journey Ya baby motha', probably fuckin' brotha' if he trickin' You resort to ass-kickin', she dick-lickin' Now you in the mountains up north Gimme the Nine, time ta think about the dumb shit ya did, play a mind Sekikes, to all the chickens you treated, like they was queens Ain't never rolled a nigga recenin' up in his greens Conversatin his low, ho' Ain't you gettin' chips? You get a check on the first birth, help a nigga live I used to get.. rent money, I sent and spent money I never lent money, I burned and bent money So why you actin' funny, wit' yours? Put them drawers on yo ass, and I knew the stash, a baby of course When ya baby bounce up into the slack I took your son like he was my son, he never lack And baby wise up *Chorus* Nigga it's 'bout time you'd shine (shine) But nigga's made chips off mine (mine) Climb the same rhyme, recline It's time to bring pain to these nigga's Drain these nigga's, if they wanna (yo who wanna?) I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall (haahah) We gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (party) Lord Tariq won't you come and get this shit started? *Chorus* *Verse Three* [Lord Tariq] 'Ey-yo I be the Bronx narrator, recitin' my ghetto stories To mah playas, from the smallest to the tallest category While you got shadow warriors, money ain't mah problem You want aches and breaks, of that shit? Well I got 'em Money Boss, get crossed off, so ring the alarm Bronx roots, I recruit the thoughts, I'm making bombs I'm the calm and the stong, Hiroshima the bomb I have you in protection programs, somewhere on the farm Wit' mah eyes on you niggas, like the feds and faka's Got they eye's on the sippa's, big tippa's, and dice shaka's Small head-build, means you the small-time nigga With small thoughts, and small means, of gettin' small figures By all means, expedite, Live long -- prosper Ya live-wrong suits, got'cha Remember that mink you bought? For 9 G's and somehow split the scene It's in the government auction, for 900 -- what does it mean? *Chorus* I think it's 'bout time we'd shine (shine) But nigga's made chips off mine (mine) And climb the same rhyme, recline It's time to bring pain to these nigga's Gotta, drain these nigga's, if they wanna ('ey-yo who wanna?) I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall We gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (uh) Peter Gunz Lord Tariq ta get this shit started? (get it started) *Chorus* *Outro* [ Lord Tariq (Peter Gunz)] (Peter like --) Like what? (Like?) Like what? (Philly) Wanted... like what, like what? (L.A., uh..) Like what, like what? (From the V.A., play on) Like what, like what? (Shytown just; play, play on... and uh) Like what, like what? (In Detroit they; play, play on... and uh) Like what, like what? (And in Atlanta they; play, play on...) Like what, like what? (Peter Gunz Lord Tariq we here ta; play, play on..) Like what? (Big Mac on the tracks) Just waaaannntedd! (Uh, it's gonna be wax) It's a waaaannntedd! (Ya know?) Say waaaannntedd! (Rest In Peace to mah man Frank D.) No doubt, Frank D. (Uh, uh.. yeah) I feel ya (Uh, uh, yeah) I feel ya playa... Money Boss, step runners, Peter Gunz, Lord Tariq and... (Kevin Mitchell) (Uh, Uh, Yeah) KNS... E. Beez (To mah man E. Beezley... yeah.. uh...) (E... we bounce on) Day night I can feel ya... The V.A. (We bounce off...) The V.A.... that's what I'm talkin' 'bout.... get money I can feel ya'll.... (You know how we do) I can feel ya'll.... (All day everyday) Yeah nigga... Codeine like what? (KNS... Big Ski) Illeagal drugs takin' ova'... '97 (Uh, Brooklyn) Right... (Uptown...) Like what, like what? (New York Sound...) New York Sound, New York Sound (Jersey)

Turn Out The Lights (Freewest)

FREEWAY "Philadelphia Freeway"
(feat. Kayne West) [Intro] [Free] Yes! [Kayne] Yeah Kayne! [Free] Philadelphia Freeway, uh Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Freeway] Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh The shit you heard'll do me justice, got a death wish The shit I pack'll put holes through ya Lexus Got the tec clip, respect it The turn pike bully, earn stripes, move lla Through ya turn pike early, all night, all day Wait, switch hustles nigga, now I muscle mixtapes all night, all day Yes! The front line of the Roc Will through a football pass through ya chest Brett Farve wit the glock Uh! I'm Max Payne wit the stock out Money and fame run out, get it with cocaine Rep the Roc till I clock out, I make you clock out Put sumtin in ya brains [Chorus: Kayne West Freeway] I do my dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fight So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights Aint no hesitation, I got the guns to fight So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights [Verse 2: Freeway] Don't test my patience because I got the guns to fight Stay wit em coast to coast IHOP I distrubute the toast to folks I stop, never, Free a rap Icon Black Bon Jovi, ?in the rock/Roc love of rock/Roc? Jake of watches, ice cickle the time Still got time to leave ya stash gone when you wake up Free hate smuts, stay wit a dime, at all times Stay on the grind at all times wit so many nines Shit baggin and shake up Nigguh! Ain't no captin to shake up Doe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Freeway] Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crew Give me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gang Man the hammers go bang to bang In wit a bang, bang Blueprint 2 Before you, slide through to deliver ya gang the thangs Switch lanes to get Paid in Full Look it's the rich (?) of transporters Donvan McNabb of mixtapes, look hey Follow the kid's orders in other words do what the kid say We got it locked from the Bay back to Philly Where niggas pack millies like every single day We don't play, we all about our change and Money exchangin, if you bout your pay Then every single day, bring the lla to ya city Act up, bring the K's to ya city Then shots exchangin, every single day [Chorus w/o (on me!) x2]

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