AKON - LOCKED UP

[AKON] 
Im steady tryna find a motive, 

Why do what i do?, 

Freedom aint gettin no closer, 

No matter how far i go, 

My car is stolen, no registration, 

Cops patrolin, and now they done stop me, 

And i get locked up, 

[Chorus] 

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up) 

They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up) 

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up) 

They won't let me out no, they won't let me out 

[Akon] 

Headin up town to ria, 

Back with a couple peeps, 

Caught a blocks on fire, 

Under covers dressed as fiends, 

Makin so much money, 

Ride up smooth and fast, 

Put away the stash, 

And as i sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up 

[CHORUS] 

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (my nigga im locked up) 

They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (i got locked up) 

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (baby girl im locked up) 

They won't let me out no, they won't let me out

Cuz visitation no longer comes by, 

Seems like they forgot about me, 

Commissary is getting empty, 

My cell mates getting food without me, 

Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life, 

Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right 

But instead Im here locked up

[CHORUS] 

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, 

(ohhh im locked up) 

They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, 

(my nigga im locked up) 

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up) 

They won't let me out no, they won't let me out 

Maybe a visit (they won't let me out)

Send me some magazines (they won't let me out)

Send me some money orders (they won't let me out, no)

Maybe a visit baby (they won't let me out)

Cuz im locked up, they won't let me out.

Wheres my lawyer? (they won't let me out)

Im locked up, they won't let me out, no.

Get me outta here (they won't let me out)

Im locked up, they won't let me out, they won't let me out.

Baby Im locked up they won't let me out, no

Where's my niggaz? 

On the lock-down. 

Damn, im locked up, they won't let me out. 

Im locked up, they won't let me out. 

Ohhh... they won't let me out. 

Can you please accept my phone calls? 

Cuz Im locked up, locked up, locked up. 

TYGA - RACK CITY

[Intro:]

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch, rack

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Mutha on the beat

Hah!

[Verse 1:]

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch

100 deep V.I.P. no guest list

T-Raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitch

Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate

Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

Gold Letterman last kings killing shit

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I Got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

Girl you know what it is

[Hook: x2]

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

[Verse 2:]

I'm a motherfucking star (star)

Look at the paint on the car (car)

Too much rim make the ride too hard

Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard

I need my money pronto

Get it in the morning like Alonzo

Rondo, Green got cheese like a nacho

If you ain't got no ass bitch wear a poncho

Head hancho got my seat back

Nigga staring at me don't get bapped

Got my shirt off the club too packed

It's too turned going up like gas

God damn pulled out my racks

Mike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I'm bad

Rat T-T-T-Tatted up on my back

All the hoes love me you know what it is

[Hook: x2]

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

[Outro:]

Throwing hunnids, hunnids

Hunnids, hunnids

Throwing hunnids, hunnids

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Hunnids, hunnids

Throwing hunnids, hunnids

Hunnids, hunnids

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

(Rack, rack, rack, rack, rack...)

TYGA - STILL GOT IT (ft.Drake)

[Drake]

I feel good I got some time off, Girl its been so long

Did you have fun? ’cause Ima need a cab just to get me home

And maybe you can call in sick

And bring you to the crib and get all this, all this

I know, I know I’m blunt, but how real is that?

You want that feeling back?

[Tyga]

Probably one of my realest loves ever

Four page letters, and time is all better

‘Cause time heal whatever

Ima need a moment ’cause moments last forever

Cars with cream leather, Females are on a regular

What’s the point in titles, we liking it how they tell us

I’d rather stay friend with benefits till we ready

Now ready, Sean Don got me feeling heavy

She like “one more chance”, more problems no biggie ah

It’s all good don’t take it the wrong way

Ain’t nothing personal, but who this nigga in your face?

We can leave together or give eachother space

The night young, we should head over to my place

Ha, now we laughing and all that (all that)

Tell your friends they can fall back

Ain’t even gotta ask twice

She said what you feeling like?

[Drake]

I feel good I got some time off, Girl its been so long

Did you have fun? ’cause Ima need a cab just to get me home

And maybe you can call in sick

And bring it to the crib and get all this, all this

I know, I know I’m blunt, but how real is that,

You want that feeling back?

Well you should know

I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]

And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know

I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]

And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know

I still…

[Tyga]

Uh, ain’t no, ain’t nobody like you

Heard you gotta ballplayer, but he don’t excite you

I ain’t the one you gotta lie to

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Uh, still a, still a superfreak

You know how it be when I’m rolling in the sheets

Enough about me, I heard you finished your degree

Just call me Genuine, ’cause I’m the same O G

We was young, full of insecurities

Grown up now, all we got is old memories

Used to be like enemies

Arguing in Barney’s, fly shit, too much pride to say sorry

Problems ruined like half the day

Number 24, let it fade away

She gotta leave, but she wanna stay

She like, how you feeling babe?

Like, like, shit

[Drake]

I feel good I got some time off, Girl its been so long

Did you have fun? ’cause Ima need a cab just to get me home

And maybe you can call in sick

And bring you to the crib and get all this, all this

I know, I know I’m blunt, but how real is that,

You want that feeling back?

Well you should know

I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]

And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know

I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]

And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know

I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]

And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know

I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]

And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know

I still.

WIZ KHALIFA - THE PLAN (ft. Juicy J)

[Intro] 

I looked in the mirror today 

And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life (laugh) 

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] 

I done smoked weed where they said I can't 

Got rich when they said I can't 

Got high and got on the plane 

And brought all my niggas when they said I can't 

Went shopping places they said I can't 

Bought some shit that they said I can't 

Jumped on the road and did all them shows 

Cause I was poppin' places they said I ain't 

Went hard in places they said I can't 

Promoters call and try and set up dates 

Bought the car with that yellow paint 

Go to parties now and they set up drinks 

And it's first class so I'm private plane 

Nudie jeans with my Get Up Mane! 

Rollin' papers and Mary J 

I made eleven mill and I'm still the same 

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J] x2 

What's with all these niggas and they feelings, man? 

All of this and I'm still the man 

Thought of this when I was just a fan 

But all this money wasn't in the plan 

Now it's all about them Benjamins 

Ballin' hard and you in the stands 

All this money I'm a business man 

Out of all these niggas I'm the realest man 

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] 

Out of all these niggas, they callin' me the realest 

Started underneath the floor, now my money through the ceiling 

Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million 

Used to just tryna live, now a nigga make a killin' 

Gold rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don 

Cuban links in my chain, Zigzag on my charm 

Champagne on ice, good weed in the jar 

Everything Armans, Chanel seats in the car 

When you all know; them fuck niggas start hatin' 

Talkin' bout what they gon' do but I'm waitin' 

When you getting rich they doubt you 

Shout out my gang and my brother Will cause I couldn't do this without you

For real! 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Juicy J] 

Eighteen racks I paid it though 

To send them goons straight to ya door 

To show you niggas what's real 

And let you meet that.44 

Run your mouth you in the trunk 

Glock to your head nowhere to run 

Catch you niggas when you by yourself 

We gon' hit you niggas with a hundred drums 

Both low no bad bitch 

Good drink I'm famished 

Bank account outlandish 

Big wrist stay sittin' on Lamb bitch 

Niggas out there tryna test me 

I put the AK where his chest be 

Don't fight with hoes, don't fight with niggas 

No security bitch so don't test me 

Double cup full I be sippin' up 

My niggas man real criminals 

If a nigga find you they gon' hit ya up 

With a Bin Laden chopping the switcher up 

All these hoes be jockin' tryna get with us 

They gon' swallow this nut, no spittin up 

Your niggas get murked your niggas in jail 

My team gettin' money stay full of drugs 

[Hook]

CHRIS BROWN - TILL I DIE (ft. Big Sean & Wiz Khalifa)

[Chris Brown:]

Yo, this Virginia

Straight from the country, right there with my kinfolk

Golds in my mouth and they put 26's on Benzo's

Dirt roads, back wood

They got weed but I've been dope

Ratchet, nigga we act hood

But I'm getting money with these white folk

Sippin and I'm faded, super medicated

Said she wanna check the pole

I said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay in

A nigga gon' be faded, all the way to the AM

[Hook:]

More drink, pour it up

More weed, roll it up

Whoa there ho, you know wassup

Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down

Pimps up, hoes down

Ass up, nose down

Damn bitch I do it

And this the life we chose

Workin' all night

Swear I'm never going broke

And I'm a do this till I die

And I ain't talking shit just cause I'm, just cause I'm...

(I'm high)

Oh God, oh God

[Big Sean:]

Ok, wow, bow

Look at me now, chief like a indian

Talkin in clouds, I'm high as a bitch

I'm talking to clouds

Off tree every night like I roam with the owls

I super soak that ho, show 'em no love just throw em a towel

Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause I'm so fucking in style, wow

New crib, crash that. Drove here, cab back

Now knock that pussy out, yeah that's just a little cat nap

Hold up, hold up woah

Don't be smoking my shit, I be smoking that fire

She be smoking my dick

[Hook:]

More drink, pour it up

More weed, roll it up

Whoa there ho, you know wassup

Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down

Pimps up, hoes down

Ass up, nose down

Damn bitch I do it

And this the life we chose

Workin' all night

Swear I'm never going broke

And I'm a do this till I die

And I ain't talking shit just cause I'm, just cause I'm...

(I'm high)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Smoking, choking, always rollin' something

I don't need a key to start my car

Bitch I just push a button and did a show

Got a half a mill and spent it like it's nothing

Money flowing, never sober

Smoking till I got concussion, no discussion

Man I got a condo and got a big crib

Pounds all over my kitchen is

If I ain't on the road gettin' it

Then I'm in the hood where my niggas live

Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound 'bout to finish it

Now all my pasta got shrimp in it

You talk about and I'm living it

Fucking little bitch

[Hook:]

More drink, pour it up

More weed, roll it up

Whoa there ho, you know wassup

Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down

Pimps up, hoes down

Ass up, nose down

Damn bitch I do it

And this the life we chose

Workin' all night

Swear I'm never going broke

And I'm a do this till I die

And I ain't talking shit just cause I'm, just cause I'm...

(I'm high)

[Chris Brown:]

Real nigga never frontin'

Cause when you got it all

Everybody want somethin'

Middle finger in the air no fist pump

And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumping

Ah! Finally got this bitch jumping

Got this bitch jumpin'

Fly... that's me...

TYGA - THE POTENTIAL

(Intro)

I'm Rodney and I'll be your host this evening. Tonight

we got a young gentleman all the way from uhh, Los

Angeles. The guy is making his way from Compton,

California and uhh, the guy has a lot of swagger. You

know, you might have seen him around, maybe never seen

him before. But he has definitely got a lot of

potential and he is here to show it tonight.

Introducing Tyga Tyga.

(Tyga)

Verse 1

Picture cash baby born how the duffle bag. How to ride

a moment don't make my temperature mad. Flickin' my

past admire all the shit that i had. Thinkin' I'm

really reppin' my city without a flag. Carry-ons,

earphones, MCM bag, elderlies mad as we all sittin'

first class. Look over shoulder laugh, family matter

chattin, did I do that? Imagine Erkel with a little

swag. Betty groaning already these bitches gettin' old,

fettichini flow, let my words twist around the folk.

Make you eat it like a dyke to a lesbian, oh, the lady

will get it after the show. Oh oh, protection for

sexual, ah ah, thought you knew, nigga I'm passive

proof, and you lookin' broke. Got for your diamonds

same color cantaloupe, my life an episode so expect a

fuckin' show.

Chorus

("The potential" is repeated x5 while Tyga speaks)

I remember this one time though when i was like 11, and

um i use to work with this one producer out here in LA,

and he use to make me write shit over and over again,

and I would be like damn. Like I use to feel like not

good enough, like my bars wasn't ready. But it wasn't

that, they just wanted the potential that I had. You

know what I'm sayin'? So they just like kept making me

write it over and over and shit, you feel me?

Verse 2

Any minute I could lose the momentum. Lord forgive all

my days I have spent sinning. Show my momma love, with

a key and red ribbon. A freedom writer even niggas up

in jail feel him. Pause, my miracle bars will leave

your mind in prison. Now what you was thinking cant

even think you can ya nigga. New Orleans they scream

for the beads on cameras. Up in the dorm hours before

performance on campus. How could you not be famous? Too

much managers can't even manage. Shout out to at money,

he do the managing, while I fresh like Irish Spring.

Obviously, I'm what the crowd came to see, Tyga not

Tyrese. What you can sing, every melody and on a beat,

had the beach water money fold like laundry, honestly,

don't lie to me, fuck around and write your wheel right

in your drivers seat, fucking with them G.E.D. boys.

Chorus

("The potential" repeated x5 while Tyga speaks)

So like, years years later they announce to me, that I

got an opportunity and chance, and it was like, who

wouldn't like it at first, and I thought all of that

hard work was going to pay off, but it really didn't

because people wasn't biting onto it, but I think they

just knew the potential I had, but they just wanted

better from me. But thank God for listening.

Outro

Everybody make some noise. Come on clap it up! The guy

has potential. I am Rodney and I'll see you next monday

night.

TYGA - SLOW IT DOWN

TYGA - SLOW IT DOWN

Now that shorties in my bedroom saying"What should we do?" I said, "Hey, don't slow it down"Now that shorties up in my place saying"Do it her way" I said, "Hey, don't slow it down"Slow it down, slow it down, slow it down, slow it down

Uh, gotta find herThought to my mindDon't wanna be lonely tonightWhatever

Stepped out, threw my diamond S sweaterOn to the grocery, quarter elevenThe aisles with the beverages, 347

Seen two college chicks, why you gigglin'?I asked, they said, "You be on television""Wait, you're Tyga? My friend wants a picture"So you live close by? Next thing I'm looking in her eyes

Now that shorties in my bedroom saying"What should we do?" I said, "Hey, don't slow it down"Now that shorties up in my place saying"Do it her way" I said, "Hey, don't slow it down"Slow it down, slow it down, slow it down, slow it down

Uh, gotta find herThought to my mindDon't wanna be lonely tonightWhatever

Later on, hit the club, I'm chillin'Funny how time flies when you in itValet Bentley, gently tintedSeen misses, she use to stay in my building

Ten fiftyGod, never seen you in a dress beforeSo you moved? Where to?"To the hills of HollywoodYou should come visit soon"

Now that shorties in my bedroom saying"What should we do?" I said, "Hey, don't slow it down"Now that shorties up in my place saying"Do it her way" I said, "Hey, don't slow it down"Slow it down, slow it down, slow it down, slow it down

Hoou, ooh(No need to rush it, ya know)So take your timeAs the one for meSo ease your mindAs the one for me

Uh, I'm feeling better already, we've been steadyPut a diamond lump on your damn pinkieI do miss you, just been busyDo you miss me? How 'bout I come get you?

Now that shorties in my bedroom saying"What should we do?" I said, "Hey, don't slow it down"Now that shorties up in my place saying"Do it her way" I said, "Hey, don't slow it down"Slow it down, slow it down, slow it down, slow it down


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