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JOEY BADA$$ lyrics - B4.Da.$$

Big Dusty

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[Hook 1:] Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out (Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all) Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out (Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all) Check my style, check, check, check it out [Verse 1:] Fuck jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot Soak me up like a mop, Know I'm up, know there's levels Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the memo Pulling strings like Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow I came up out of the tomb, don’t drop a L Uh, you don't want to see the evils, which I dwell in hell To excel, this shit never fails, always excels They been swallowing sons before the double XL Sex cell, ex ask why it never work out I guess I exercise too much when I work out Shows too turnt out return home burnt out Now I got to hear all the shit that you heard 'bout Can I live? What, these niggas want me off a bridge? If I say it's turnt down, do I burn that shit? Truth is, if it ain't real, I don't feel it If it don't hit my spirit, I don't get near it And that's point blank period, know some niggas that fear it Same niggas who know that we the illest Lines so deep a great shark is what I reel up Hit the flow and it can't go realer, my whole camp gorillas, nigga [Hook 2:] (Check, check, check it out) Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Don't jack my style Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Don't jack my style Jack, jack, jack it out (Check, check, it out) [Verse 2:] I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest illest niggas I know See these foes biting the flows, they even jooks the pose I guess my CD really shaking the coast Cause this really be the year that I feast, capisce? Nothing defeats the beast, I speak my piece Know niggas in the streets that heat seek for me, release and squeeze Might put a Halloween between your spleen Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green, know what I mean? Shit it's like taking candy from the babies All of these rappers are just a bunch of Now and Laters They too sweet, plus they lease their Mercedes Can't be second greatest, I'm the best and def your favorite My flow in-depth nigga, I got my wave up It's either get your tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor Cause if I can't eat, then you can't either I need to know, need the pizza dough fuck I'm spitting ether for? [Bridge:] Yeah nigga Reigning rap supreme in this bitch Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too What the fuck you gon' do when the Era come for you? [Hook 3 - x2:] Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Don't jock my style [Verse 3:] And I'm from the blocks where they sell Cell blocks rock my mental See them fake thugs that you see before can't even spell My flows filled with words you can't pronounce, stories you can't tell [Outro:] Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out (Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all) Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out (Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all) Check my style, check, check, check it out

Introducing Shaunta

MONTELL JORDAN "This Is How We Do It"
[Montell] Dis here's a Mo Swang production So check it out as we rip it up The way only we know how to do baby Straight up, for your neighborhood In South Central, yeah To my niggas in Compton, yeah What up, off in Inglewood And to my brothas in Watts, yeah Where you at in Jordan Downs? yeah And to the ghettos everywhere, uh, yeah We're gonna do it to ya And it go a little somethin' like dis Check it out I'm bouts to get buck-wicked, buck-wild on ya right here Wild style R and B, Hip-Hop And all that other gangsta shit So check it out as I rizip it up for ya I made somethin for the radio and Somethin' 4 Da Honeyz Somethin for my neighborhood that made a little money Now Monty is my name, and you know I gets to it Because I'm kinda fluid, so the Simmons to the Stewart Now Stewart got the cash, I went and got equipment I made some funky shit that you niggas can't get wit 'Now Monty, why'd you do it? You're an R and B singer' For real, stop, a real style is what I had to bring-uh I'm not a gang banger and I don't buck buck If niggas get to shootin', I'm the nigga that duck I don't smoke indo, that's all because I'm more than happy wit my contact buzz Now this is how we do it, that's why I say I did it my way So just check it as I wreck it And ya know that I'm bound I'm comin' straight, (strigity-)straight from the underground Yeah And I'm straight rippin' this shit But check it I'm introducin' my mothafucka Her name is Shaunta So check it out as she rips shit Yo, girl Where you at love? [Shaunta] What I flex is that shit that you wanna hear next is The way I get busy, then I bring erections And BOOM wit no car crash BANG wit yo' ass fast like Miss Flash Sufferin' sucka-tash I got you niggas fo' yo' cash flow And yes, I'm bashtro, UH! But don't make an ass... Of your crew And what that bitch gonna do? Monty enslave that nigga, then I take the otha two smotha you Not to your gravy, but to your ? When I was young, I couldn't drive a BM ? You niggas crave me You must be crazy The last ho who jumped wrong got a clip, feelin' dazy You can't fade me, it's the dash On to get paid and round up any competition, stomp her For all you ?rambling flexity rip? Check it out Monty grips 'Cause me and Montell wrecks shit Yeah [Montell] Yo, yo, yo, this goin' out to all my niggas out there Wassup P-Double? Yeah, straight up to No Mercy Percy The nigga that give me the righteous fades in South Central To all my niggas on Crenshaw, straight off in the hood Everywhere in the United States and overseas Japan and all that bullshit Wherever, this mothafucka's goin' down This one's for you baby (DJ West) [Shaunta] Yeah, nigga Did you guys record that? (Outro-lude) Montell, you big sexy You go You dressed like Big Bird though Look like one of them old construction workers But the boy can sing though Good thing he can sing!

I'm Looking For The One

DJ Jazzy Jeff The Fresh Prince "Code Red"
Yeah Check It. I am looking for the one to be with me n-aa-oow(now) -(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aa-ooww -yeah yeah-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aa-ooww-(check, check check, check it out) -Can you feel it…Can you feel it I am looking for the-(check, check check, check it out) you can feel the same way too. -(check, check check, check it out) Come on clap your hands wind it up if your feeling a ride clap your hands wind it up if your feeling the vibe nod your head from side to side, as you ride the vibe, because it's a party all night you cant fight the feeling your feeling because your feeling find but nothing really on your mind, it doesn't matter if your with your crew because you can feel the same way too I came to get down You came to get down You came to get down You came to get down I like a that sound cause it's a party over here party over there party right here Hey And you over there Ho Keep it goin' Keep it goin' Keep it goin' now Keep it flowing keep it flowin' keep it flowin' now, keep it going cause this is for you so You can feel the same way too I am looking for the one to be with me now-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me now-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aaoww(check, check, check check it out) I am looking for the-(check, check check, check it out) You can feel the same way too-(check, check check, check it out) You know the buck don't stop here, but the buck started here That's why you gotta put my heart in here, to give you that old funky funky funky funky chunky funk that I know you want So get your (?pool) box, so we can pull blocks and shake it up some fly(?fry to lie because we rock and ride. It ain't a (?fresh) about being true because, You can feel the same way too A little something for the radio Ho A little something for the video Ho A little something for the jeeps Ride ride A little something for the streets Hey Hey A little something for the homey's on the blocks A little something for the honeys in their flocks A little something from me to you so You can feel the same way too I am looking for the one to be with Me aaoww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with You aaoww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with Me aaoowww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the-(check, check check, check it out) You can feel the same way too-(check, check check, check it out) Nine tre everybody want to be a gangsta Pup pup pup pup but no more thanks to me You got something you can flip on the other tip. As you get lost in the smooth rhymes I rip Years and years my peers misunderstood, that I make cuts from my guts to make you feel good And if you get it this is for you so, You can feel the same way too Put your hands in the air come on now Put your hands in the air come on yeah Feel the vibe that the jazz and the prince ride The upperground sound that pound and knock you outta ye hide You feeling alright you feeling alright Yeah You feeling alright you feeling alright Yeah Well next time bring a friend with you so they can feel the same way too I am looking for the one to be with me aaooww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with oohh owww aaooww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aooww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me nowww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aaooww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with ..oohhh oowww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me ooowww-(check, check check, check it out)MV stop I am looking for the one to be with me noww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me oowww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with noo ..oowww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me naaooww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me noooww yeah yeah I am looking for the one to be with me aaooww -(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aaoww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with you aaooww-(check, check check, check it out) Additional Music Video Lyrics All on the Boat Yeh, we goin' on the boat I surely hope that we stay afloat because if I drown I might die no more burgers and no more fries yeh.

Fly On The Wall

JAY ROCK "90059"
[Ab-Soul:] Fly away, sometimes I wish I could fly away Fly away, sometimes I wish I could fly away [Verse 1 - Jay Rock:] There was a young ghetto child going wild after running 'round Who came from a happy home, then got lost in the jungle Hit a lick for like ten chicks Brought it back to the bricks then got everybody rich Started his own clique, recruited all piranhas His favorite phrase: that's on hundreds His niggas trained to go Wherever he point, you got shitted on Or smoked like a joint Here comes the line-up, first 48 people remain silent All his goons still remain violent Damn, there goes another body, oh shit, sirens Another bite the dust like Mickey Thompson tires Lights flashing, niggas stunt like the grammys No one’s exempt, they’ll sell a rock to your granny Now this is the part where jealousy comes out to play Hood politics official when they want you out of the way Now back then we ain't never mention this word ‘Cause if you caught snitching consequences fo sho Niggas'll throw you out on the freeway with a shell in your dome And no feelings is shown Then look inside the eyes of these killers A blank stare, that's different than stones Got you wondering, where in life, where they went wrong? Don't wanna cross these types, if you do think twice It's life saving, don't get caught slipping when you ice skating [Hook - Jay Rock:] When you stand still you could witness it all Picture the vision from the fly on the wall When you stand still you could witness it all Picture the vision from the fly on the wall [Verse 2 - Jay Rock:] Now when the sun rise, this young man sees money's a big deal New Chevelle, wipe in the morning dew cross his windshield Killer's saturation while the smokers run through sanitation For the bags of hands, this young man, calculating for the long run Since ya homies been on one lately No one's safe, he keeping his chrome off safety Headed to the function, momma's gone, they children out cussin' See this young man hit this bitch for all them niggas she fuckin' Knowin' one man's been intimate touchin' Til the big homie found out, gave his ass a concussion He don't want nothin' now, he walkin' on crutches now Couldn't see him from the shoulders He thinkin' how can he buck him down Hold up, the eyes is watchin' Gotta be more smart now, devise this option Watch how the plot thickens The clock tickin', his weak spot is a thot Just notice he can't stop trickin', got him Now this how it starts He take a bat when he know to go play with his heart Had his nose wide open while gettin' head at the park She set the GPS location like this where we park Now you know what's next It's crazy how life can end all through a text Got us wishin' we was all born with a vest I know you prolly witnessed it all But picture the vision from the fly on the walll [Hook - Jay Rock:] When you stand still you could witness it all Picture the vision from the fly on the wall When you stand still you could witness it all Picture the vision from the fly on the wall [Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:] Jay Rock what up though? I'm here with you Let's give 'em a classic, you know I'm here and prepared with you Keep niggas inspired, you know I'm comin' to share it with you And when the wheels fall off I'll get out and put on a spare with you Let me be real with you, mhmm It's been selected, let me give you my fly on the wall perspective Sometimes niggas don't listen, I'm hopin' this serves its purpose Cause that's some of the realest shit that you talked about in them verses Hopin' they feel this shit despite how the devils is workin' To avoid tellin' on myself, I try to speak in third person See we done been through some shit, throughout my lifeline We was flies on the wall too from the shit we seen in our lifetime And through these songs there were digressions Some stories we shared through music Question if we in our right mind Now I'm a new fuckin' fly on the wall I wanna see how many rappers really write rhymes And we've been rockin' for a long time, Jay Rock They ain't got a clue of the timing I heard about you from Slay when you started shinin' They ain't knowin' this our fourth collab from 2009 and Slay heard about you from my nigga Wack But they ain't know when Top Dawg introduced you, nigga The way we out, we always give you crack Not knowin' that we had the raw just to split you, niggas To tell the truth there's no problem we can't solve So let me tell the truth, again I'm so proud of how you evolved And while me and Jay Rock kill these niggas 'til they dissolve I hope you appreciate my view as the biggest fly on the wall

Can't Get With That

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
[Jay-Z] Yeah!! Check it, check it out Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat [Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)] I can't get with that I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this [Jay-Z] Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, [DJ reverse] bring it back I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together I give you a snotty nose from body blows Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha [Chorus] [Jay-Z] The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress Cause just around the corner beez the best player You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth You better blow that shhhiiitt out The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy And we all gotta fall off, but you first G I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6 While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Ha-hah This how we do All year round, this is how it goes down Now check it out I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds So I bought a money machine and it goes A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich This nigga's nothin but the truth Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo It goes, one dime for your mind Two bone crushers for your spine Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine [Chorus: repeat 2X] Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five with a little help along, c'mon Sacue Money defintly repesentin Big Jaz in the house Superman production type shit

I'm A Gangsta

JADAKISS "Kiss Tha Game Goodbye"
(feat. Parle) [HOOK 2X: Jadakiss and Parle] I'm a gangsta Yeah, motherfucker I'm a thug Uh, please believe I'm a pimp girl C'mon, let's go and I'm a hustler, a hustler do it, do it, do it... [Verse 1] Yo, I'm a gangsta, cuz I do gangsta shit matter fact from now on call me gangsta Kiss you already know I handle my business slay you then your man before the first candle's finished feel good when I walk through the hood best part is, I don't gotta flow I just talk to the hood and I do alotta readin, and only eat pasta shrimp fettucini, and pine a la vaca came here talkin slick, all that real shit that's why I'm somethin to deal wit even though I wanted Gore to win I can fuck with Bush though, cuz he gon let the raw come in bigger the boss, bigger the picture bullets is bisexual, cuz they hit niggas and bitches in a Deville with dubs in the back on a cell phone riffin I'm all of the above just listen [HOOK] [Verse 2] Yo, I'm a thug so I blow on weed get money like it grow on trees have all these hoes roll on E some of my niggas even stole on D's work 12 hour shifts, just gimme the word I get 12 cowards hit, never givin a fuck 18's on the Coupe, deuce O's on the truck tell P hold the hammer while I handle the dice shoot him in his bandanna he aint gamblin right I need a 360 Medina, charcoal gray treat my guns like my dogs, let 'em bark all day in a three floor condo with the spiral stairs made it past the front desk, then the rifle's here I'm the motherfuckin big shot, I get down wit a 17, 16, 10 and a six shot fuck with Kiss get your wig rocked and if you're smart you'll bounce when my motherfuckin shit drop [HOOK] [Verse 3] Yo, I'm a pimp girl catch me at the bar with a bottle of Cuervo mami's rubbin my webo and this is what got me the ass honey said her drink was hot so I put my watch in her glass then she aint even wanna get breakfast she just wanna hop right up in the truck and get reckless top from the club all the way to the exit ask me her name, couldn't tell you if I guessed it my bitches don't know nothing, don't say nothing and they pay for everything, I don't pay nothing I'm a white tee pimp, fresh headband dirty denim, Timbaland, or a Nike pimp I like to eat shrimp, and I don't keep a broad long enough to love 'em now dog that's some deep shit cuz I don't believe in hoes explorin no matter how bad you are you gone in the mornin [HOOK]

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