2PAC - TO LIVE AND DIE IN L.A.

[Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air [static]
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? [static]
[Man responds] I love Tupac's new record [static]
[Dominique]
Right, but don't you feel like that creates [static]
a tension between East and West? [static]
He's talking about killing people [static]
I had sex with your wife and not in those words [static]
but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased [static]

[Intro: Makaveli]
No doubt... to live and die in LA
California -- what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love

[Verse One: Makaveli]
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasing
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted about it
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain ain't an option now,
So I'm stressing, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen
Making money off of cuss words, writing again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset liking the scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing

[Chorus: Val Young]
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
[repeat 2X]

[Verse Two: Makaveli]
It's the City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
'cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
Living life Thug style, so I can't smile
Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinking Cali just fun and bitches, ha ha ha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggas copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
'cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Makaveli]
'cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
Black love brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?
Niggas getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggas with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay
Getting high watching time fly, to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Makaveli]
This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Making my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, he he
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherfuckers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all you all motherfuckers
LA, California Love part motherfucking Two
Without gay ass Dre

2PAC - CHANGES

[1]
Come on come on
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]

I see no changes. All I see is racist faces.
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races we under.
I wonder what it takes to make this one better place...
let's erase the wasted.
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right.
'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight.
And only time we chill is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other.
And although it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.
But some things will never change.
Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game.
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you.
You gotta operate the easy way.
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way.
Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.

[Bridge]

[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tool. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped and I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback.
Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh

MACKLEMORE - CAN'T HOLD US

Return of the Mack, get up! what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn’t
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the internet and checking a new hit me
Get up! fresh out pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like rocky and cosby sweatergang nope nope y’all can’t copy
Yup. Bad, moonwalking, this here, is our party, my posse's been on broadway,
And we did it, our way.
Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it
And yet I’m on~
Let that stage light go and shine on down, got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style.
Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds,
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustlin',
Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track bossin' halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushing

labels out here,
Nah they can’t tell me nothing
We give that to the people,
Spread it across the country
Labels out here,
Nah they can’t tell me nothing
We give it to the people,
Spread it across the country

Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
like the ceiling can’t hold us
Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
like the ceiling can’t hold us

nah, can I kick it? thank you. yeah I'm so damn grateful.
I grew up, really wanted gold fronts
But that’s what you get when wu tang raised you
Y’all can’t stop me, go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat
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And I’m eating at the beat like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week
Raw. Tell me go up. Gone!
deuces goodbye. I got a world to see, and my girl she wanna see Rome,
Ceasar make you a believer. nah I never ever did it for a throne.
that validation comes from giving it back to the people. nah sing a song and it goes like
Raise those hands, this is our party
We came here to live life like nobody was watching
I got my city right behind me
If I fall, they got me, learn from that failure gain humility and then we keep marching I say

Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
like the ceiling can’t hold us
Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
like the ceiling can’t hold us

na na na na na na na na
and all my people say
x4

Ma-ckle-more

Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
like the ceiling can’t hold us
Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
like the ceiling can’t hold us.

MACKLEMORE - WINGS

I was seven years old, when I got my first pair
And I stepped outside
And I was like, "Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly"
I hit back-court and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high
I touched the net, "Mom, I touched the net," this is the best day of my life

Air Max's were next,
That air bubble, that mesh
The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread,
In school
I was so cool
I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em
Four stripes on their Adidas
On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros
Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo
Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope
And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa

See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though
Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello
You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro
Those were not tight
I was trying to fly without leaving the ground,
Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right
Wanted to be him,
I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim
I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in,
I wanted what he had, America, it begins

I want to fly
Can you take me far away?
Give me a star to reach for
Tell me what it takes
And I'll go so high
I'll go so high
My feet won't touch the ground
I stitch my wings
And pull the strings
I bought these dreams
That all fall down

We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it
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So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it
Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new shit
A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in
Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid
I'm an individual, yeah, but I'm part of a movement
My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it
They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said
Look at what that swoosh did
See it consumed my thoughts
Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box
Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk
That's my air bubble and I'm lost if it pops
We are what we wear, we wear what we are
But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all
Will I stand for change or stay in my box
These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off

I want to fly
Can you take me far away?
Give me a star to reach for
Tell me what it takes
And I'll go so high
I'll go so high
My feet won't touch the ground
I stitch my wings
And pull the strings
I bought these dreams
That all fall down

It started out with what I wear to school
That first day, like these are what make you cool
And this pair, this would be my parachute
So much more than just a pair of shoes
Nah, this is what I am
What I wore, this is the source of my youth
This dream that they sold to you
For a hundred dollars and some change
Consumption is in the veins
And now I see it's just another pair of shoes

MACKLEMORE - THRIFT SHOP (ft. Winz)

Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?

What, what, what, what... [x7]

Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9]

[Hook:]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome

[Verse 1:]
Nah, Walk up to the club like, "What up, I got a big cock!"
I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piiisssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
But me and grungy fuckin it man
I am stuntin' and flossin' and
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,
No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage
One man's trash, that's another man's come-up
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt
'Cause right now I'm up in her stunting
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)
I'm not, I'm not sick of searchin' in that section (Uptons)
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."
I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit)
I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit)
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dough
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Trying to get girls from a brand? Man you hella won't
Man you hella won't

(Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!)

[Hook]

[Bridge: x2]
I wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road

[Hook]

Is that your grandma's coat?

WIZ KHALIFA - MIA (ft. Juicy J)

 

I be over seas, I be in LA
I be in the South, trappin hard all day
I'm from Pittsburgh but I be in the Bay
I be in New York, I be MIA
I be in Chitown where they quick to spray
I be in Detroit where they gettin paid
I be overseas, I be in LA
I be in New York, I be MIA

If you know me, you know I'm bout my bread
I count a hundred million dollars fore I go to bed
I'm smoking OG, I'm drinking champagne
I'm standing on the couch, just throwing up my damn game
I'm out in A town, bout to go to mansion
My jewelry on so all my dogs is ready for the action
I'm in my old school, my niggas ridin new
I'm in the Fountain Bleu like what you tryina do
I brought the whole thing so that's what I'm a smoke
I spent the whole thing, I'm never going broke
I'm rocking gold chains, I'm drinking til I croak
Smokin til I choke, my watch need a vault

I be over seas, I be in LA
I be in the South, trappin hard all day
I'm from Pittsburgh but I be in the Bay
I be in New York, I be MIA
I be in Chitown where they quick to spray
I be in Detroit where they gettin paid
I be overseas, I be in LA
I be in New York, I be MIA

On vacation we the rotation
Doing relaxation, tripy nation
Chasing bands
All our chicks look like Sports Illustrated
I get high as a plane with no final destination
On that gin, on that Hen and that lean intoxication
Rocking dollars, rocking gold
Money tall like my Nuvo
In a presidential suite, with some playmates centrefold
Niggas out here chasing ass when they should be chasing cash
I be smoking til it's gone, Juicy J don't waste no gas
With her legs lift up, I thought it was a stick up
Should've seen them hoes that pick up and start to lift up
Yellow diamonds look like a bumble bee
They call me the money tree
All these bands on me, I can throw a jamboree

I be over seas, I be in LA
I be in the South, trappin hard all day
I'm from Pittsburgh but I be in the Bay
I be in New York, I be MIA
I be in Chitown where they quick to spray
I be in Detroit where they gettin paid
I be overseas, I be in LA
I be in New York, I be MIA

You already know what it is Nigga
It's that Cabin Fever 2
Shout out to everybody who got the first Cabin Fever
If you're listening to this right now
You're probably on the 2050 tour with us
So welcome to that
It's TGOD man, where we smoke footlong joints
Number KK and cookies all day
Pittsburg in this bitch
Every time that we hit man, I know y'all in this bitch
So what we goin do is roll another joint, keep this thing going
It's Cabin Fever, 2050
ONIFC is in stores December 4th
ONIFC December 4th
Make sure y'all go and get that shit man
Taylor Gang album
Let's get it

BIG SEAN - RWT

[Intro:]
Yup, yup
I look up
Cause I can't look down on you bitch niggas no mo, man
If that casket ain't 24 karot gold when I die
Then I ain't made enough fucking money man and that's real talk
God

[Verse:]
This my roll weed time
Don't turn it into dead in the street time
Her legs do the peace sign
Know the hood so well don't need street signs
Young rich and iconic
Big titties I'm signin'
Burnin' bitches and chronic
Big white smoke clouds every time I talk, does it look like I'm in a comic?
Everything I rock I designed it, realer nigga, won't find it
Okay, I be stackin' that cheddar, bet that shit won't expire
Got me ballin' so hard, I need me Jerry Maguire
I made a mil before twenty-five, man and I ain't even no lie
Bitch I ain't sayin' that shit to brag neither, I'm sayin' that to inspire
I'm like, damn boy, fuck you sayin' boy?
Hatin' on me, knowin' that you is a fan boy
When I'm around you call me Cause like we fam boy?
Rappin' like me let's me know that I'm the man boy
Okay, Hennessy and Bombay is a real nigga entree
I gave her my grande, my food is picante
My girls is Beyonce, your boyfriend beyond gay
I seen him hang with Deandre and they was lookin' like prom dates
One time for my hood 'til I go in the ground
I'm throwin' it up cause they holdin' me down
I'm perverted as fuck, got a pole in the house
Got your girl and your girl and they hoein' it out
But you standin' outside cause no hoes is allowed
If you work like I work, you would throw in the towel
Once you get in this life, man, there's no comin' out
And haters look at me like snow in the south
Surprise nigga
Man fuck it, I'm on, you off and I hope you die nigga
Why you alive nigga?
I'm stackin' dough cause my momma addicted to spas
Yeah I'm the one that these hatin' niggas despise
You better take off your fuckin' disguise, nigga
Bitch-made it's in your eyes nigga
Lies nigga
Shut the fuck up, everything'll be fine
Cause this my roll weed time

WIZ KHALIFA - GONE (ft. Juicy J)

Yeah, it's Young, ya know?
Crack that shit down, roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeuh, this for all my true weed smokers
yeeuh, nigga ask me what's wrong with me...

[Hook]
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

[Wiz Khalifa]
I said I'm gone, off that pound of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
But I'm stayin' high

I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone)
Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone)

Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke
Niggas askin' me what's wrong,
Blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone

[Hook]
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

[Wiz Khalifa]
I said I'm gone, off that brownish drank
Niggas know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
Hennesey and Hydro, rhyme slow

Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe
This a different type of weed, and I'm a different type a high (my nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably never been in life

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna have this home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free, I duck 'em, roll somethin' (then, I'm gone)

In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
Got me blown, I get more than high

Fresh off of the plane
Head start into my hotel
Weedman in every city, yeah I smoke well (even when I'm gone)

I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
My eyes low, and my words are getting slow
Niggas askin' me whats wrong,
I blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone

[Hook]
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

THE GAME - MY LIFE (ft. Lil Wayne)

[Intro]
Punk ass motherfucker!
Bitch ass nigga!
What were you gonna do?
Kill me in my sleep u bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie shut the fuck up!
Fucking dogs, they barking shit...
Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me!
Fuck you nigga!

[Chorus (Lil' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' until you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Looking to find,
A way through the day
The life of the night
Dear lord you've take so many of my people
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?

[Verse 1 (The Game)]
Take me away from the hood
like a state penitentiary.
Take me away from the hood
in a casket or a Bentley.
Take me away...
Like I overdosed on cocaine,
or take me away
like a bullet from Kurt Cobain.
Suicide.
I'm from a windy city
like do or die.
From a block close to
where Biggie was crucified.
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
shot for no fucking reason.
And you wonder why Kanye
wear his Jesus pieces.
(My life!)
Cause that's Jesus people,
and Game he's the equal.
Hated on so much
Passion Of The Christ need a sequel.
Yeah, like Rockefeller need a Segal.
Like I needed my father,
(My life!)
but he needed a needle.
I need some meditation
so I can lead my people.
They askin' why?
Why did John Lennon leave the Beetles?
And Why every hood nigga
feed off evil?
Answer my question before this
bullet leave this Desert Eagle.

[Chorus (Lil' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' until you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Looking to find,
A way through the day
The life of the night
Dear lord you've take so many of my people
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?

[Verse 2 (The Game)]
We are not the same,
I am a martian.
So approach my Phantom doors with caution.
You see them 24's spinnin'
I earned them.
And all the pictures of me and M I burned them
So it ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
So they ain't no proof I ever walked through 8 mile
and since their ain't no proof I never walked through 8 mile.
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down.
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile.
Damn I know his mama proud,
and since you helped me sell my dream,
we can share my mama now.
And like MJB, no more drama now.
Livin' the good life,
me and Common on common ground.
I spit crack,
and niggas could drive it outta town.
Got a Chris Paul mind state,
I'm never out of bounds.
My life use to be empty
like a Glock without a round.
Now my life full
like a chopper with a thousand rounds.

[Chorus (Lil' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' until you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Looking to find,
A way through the day
The life of the night
Dear lord you've take so many of my people
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?

[Verse 3 (The Game)]
Walked through the gates of hell,
see my Impala parked in front,
with the high beams on.
Me and the devil
sharing chronic blunts.
Listening to The Chronic album,
playin' backwards.
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus
for target practice.
My mind fucked up, so I
cover it with a Raider hood.
I'm from the city that made you
motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my Grandmother pray for good
and never made her happy,
but I bet that new Mercedes could.
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't
escape the hood.
They took so many of my niggas,
that I should hate the hood.
But it's real niggas like me
that make the hood.
Ridin' slow in that Phantom
just the way I should.
With the top back
and my Sox hat.
I'm Paid in Full,
the nigga Alvo couldn't stop that.
Even if they brought the nigga Pac back,
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back.

[Chorus (Lil' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' until you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Looking to find,
A way through the day
The life of the night
Dear lord you've take so many of my people
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?

My Life [4X]

DRAKE - MARVINS ROOM

Cups of the Rose
Bitches in my old phone
I should call one and go home
I've been in this club too long
The woman that I would try
Is happy with a good guy

But I've been drinking so much
That I'ma call her anyway and say
"F-ck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had"
I say "f-ck that nigga that you think you found
And since you picked up I know he's not around"

(Are you drunk right now?)

I'm just sayin', you could do better
Tell me have you heard that lately?
I'm just sayin' you could do better
And I'll start hatin', only if you make me

Uh, cups of the XO
All my people been here
I see all of her friends here
Guess she don't have the time to kick it no more
Flights in the morning
What you doing thats so important?
I've been drinking so much
That I'ma call you anyway and say

"F-ck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had"
I say "f-ck that nigga that you think you found
And since you picked up I know he's not around"
(Are you drunk right now?)

I'm just sayin', you could do better
Tell me have you heard that lately
I'm just sayin' you could do better
And I'll start hatin', only if you make me

I think I'm addicted to naked pictures
And sittin talkin' 'bout bitches
that we almost had
I don't think I'm concious of making monsters
Outta the women that I sponsor til it all goes bad
But shit it's all good
We threw a party, yeh we threw a party
Bitches came over, yeh, we threw a party
I was just calling cause they were just leaving
Talk to me please, don't have much to believe in
I need you right now, are you down to listen to me?
Too many drinks have been given to me
I got some women thats living off me
Paid for their flights and hotels I'm ashamed
Bet that you know them, I won't say no names
After a while girl they all seem the same
I've had sex four times this week I'll explain
Having a hard time adjusting to fame
Sprite in that mixture, I've been talking crazy girl
I'm lucky that you picked up
Lucky that you stayed on
I need someone to put this weight on

[Drake and Woman on phone]
"Well I'm sorry" -- Drake
"Are you drunk right now?" -- Woman

I'm just sayin', you could do better
Tell me have you heard that lately
I'm just sayin' you could do better
And I'll start hatin', only if you make me

[Drake on phone]
"You're not going to come?"
"Guess i'm bout to just kick it here then..."

Just throw up while I hold your hair back
Her white friend said "you niggas crazy"
I hope no-one heard that
I hope no-one heard that
Cause if they did, we gon be in some trouble

DRAKE - SHOT FOR ME

[Drake - Verse 1]
I can see it in your eyes: you're angry
Regret got shit on what you're feeling now
Mad cause he ain't like me
Oh you mad cause nobody ever did it like me
All the care I would take, all the love that we made
Now you're trying to find somebody to replace what I gave to you
It's a shame you didn't keep it: Alicia, Katia
I know that you gon hear this: I'm the man
Yeah I said it! Bitch I'm the man
Don't you forget it
The way you walk, that's me
The way you talk, that's me
The way you've got your hair up: did you forget that's me?
And the voice in your speaker right now: that's me
And the voice in your mirror: that's me
Can't you see that I made it? Yeah I made it
First I made you who you are, then I made it
And you're wasted with your ladies
Yeah I'm the reason why you always getting faded

[Hook]
Take a shot for me, ooooh
Take a shot for me, ooooh
Take a shot for me
A shot for me
A shot for me

[Drake - Verse 2]
Ok look: I'm honest
Girl I can't lie: I miss you
You and the music were the only things that I commit to
I never cheated, for the record, back when I was with you
But you believe in everything but me girl, I don't get you
She says I know you changed, I never see you
Cause you're always busy doing things
I really wish had a different way of viewing things
I think the city that we're from just kinda ruined things
It's such a small place: not much to do but talk and listen
The men are jealous and the women all in competition
And now your friends telling you stories that you often misinterpret
And taint all your images of your "Mr. Perfect"
I could tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer
Praying for your happiness, hope that you recover
This is one I know you hated when you heard it
And it's worse because you know that I deserve it..

[Hook]

May your neighbours respect you
Trouble neglect you, angels protect you
And heaven accept you..

LIL WAYNE - LOVE ME (ft. Drake & Future)

[Hook: Future]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball

[Bridge:]
Long as my bitches (yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no hater, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no n-gga, long as my bitches love me

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Pussy-ass n-ggas stop hatin'
Lil' Tunechi got that fire
And these hoes love me like Satan...
F-ck with me and get bodied
And all she eat is dick
She on a strict diet
That's my baby
With no makeup she a ten
And she the best with head
Even better than Corinne
She don't want money
She want the time we could spend
She said "cause I really need somebody,
So tell me you're that somebody"
And girl, I f-ck who I want
And f-ck who I don't
Got that A1 credit
At that Filet Mignon
She say "I never wanna you make you mad,
I just wanna make you proud"
I say "baby, just make me cum,
Then don't make a sound"
Tunechi...

[Hook: Future]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball

[Bridge: Drake]
Long as my bitches (yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no hater, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no n-gga, long as my bitches love me

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Real n-ggas, f-ck these haters
These hoes got pussies like craters
Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man...
Pussy, money, weed, codeine
She say my dick feel like morphine
I hope my name tastes like sardines to these n-ggas
She wake up, eat his dick
Call that breakfast in bed, 69.96
I feel her heartbeat
I touched her chest with this bitch
Now turn around, face down, I'm arresting this bitch
Yeah, all my bitches love me
And I love all my bitches
But it's like soon as I cum
I come to my senses
And I would say these hoes' names
But then I would be snitchin'
And these haters try to knock me
But they can't knock me off the hinges
Tunechi...

[Hook: Future]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball

[Bridge: Drake]

[Bridge 2: Lil' Wayne]
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schoolin' them n-ggas
Pose for your class picture
And kiss my ass if you hatin'
I'm getting' ass while I'm skatin'
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schoolin' them n-ggas
Pose for your class picture
And kiss my ass if you hatin'
I'm getting' ass while I'm skatin'
Bitch...

[Hook: Future]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball

[Bridge: Drake]
Long as my bitches (yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no hater, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no n-gga, long as my bitches love me

TYGA - I'M GONE (ft. Big Sean)

Looking around glass, my future is in the past
i'm re-arranging my life, i'm single and now i laugh
all of the moments we had, beginning and just the end
at the end, stealing friends, heard i was on your hit list
damn, now i'm driving ferrarris fucking random bitches
people saying i made it but i don't feel too different
wayne told me "close your eyes, they'll never see your vision"
so i stay ready to die behind these biggie lenses
reinventing all the audemars/breguet shit
just left the hood, word to the 5th dist
bout to cop a ? roof like diddy
and my city color purple nigga, no ceiling
it takes time when you plying on the beat
i kill it, i bet i kill it
producer witness to see
bitches stand on their feet, handicap get out your seat
got that buzz: lil b, sting a bitch: ali
comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater
just compare me to dope dealers and ball players
cause i'm a dope ass nigga and i ball, player
never save a ho, can't even get a life saver
we gon fuck out way to the top and fall later
so i'mma fuckin never call her later
skinny nigga got my weight up
middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? we erase em
mufucka i'm gone!

middle finger to my haters, mufucka why you hating? i'm gone
i ain't really wanna do it but i did it to em, nigga i'm gone
leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, i'm gone
even though i'm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, i'm gone

she fuckin with me, these niggas ain't fuckin with me
got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
you say you did it, i done it
you old nigga, i'm younger
you fold up under pressure
i'm good straight in ?
bitches pecking my wood: wood chuckka chuckka
never gave 2 fucks: double rubbers
now your color turn your face to a red gusher
and your girl stick it to me like a car bumper
never depended on anyone co-dependent
kept my thoughts to myself, i don't need opinions
no middle mans, in the middle of my sands
niggas thing they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals
i'm instrumental, on any instrumental
i ain't pullin teeth, nigga better hide your pillow
to these rappers to the fucking grizzle
bad to the bone, red zippers, mike jizzle, i'm gone

middle finger to my haters, mufucka why you hating? i'm gone
i ain't really wanna do it but i did it to em, nigga i'm gone
leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, i'm gone
even though i'm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, i'm gone

finally famous in this..
i say, fuck sleep stayed up
fuck you, pay up
always got the paycheck
never took a pay cut
payday will be worth all the broke nights i stayed up
so in my cup i'm mixing up whatever dreams are made of
not too many young g's made of what i am
so i was waiting on a doctor man, patient as i am
i guess a young d-boy made it into a man
with girls half-naked around like we finna land the sand
red-eyes to rome and they connecting to france
with some bomb-ass pussy, that bitch came straight from iran
my jewelry made in japan, i'm off california drugs
and where i made my money? nigga, all of the above
i could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
passing joints long as a branch cause it's family tree
doing "kush-ups" man cause the weed too strong
i'm a g + 1 what's that muthafuck? that's gone

MIKE POSNER - BOW CHICKA WOW WOW (ft. Lil Wayne)

Once I throw on this, once I throw on this

Its over girl

Once I throw on this, once I throw on this

Its over girl.

I hear you knock knock baby come on up

I hope you got got got something in yo' cup

Cause im three shots deep and I aint tryna sleep

Put your redbull on cause im ready

You've been playin naughty getting with me all night

We both know exactly what you want right

Tell me what you want though

Tell me what you gon' do whatchu gon' do

Once I throw on this bowchickawowwow

Whatchu gonna say

You act like you gon leave

But I know you gon' stay

Down dicky downdown

Girl dont even play

Once I set the mood right you gon' sound like

Ima make you sound like

Are you tryna make me late wait wait till the second day

But I cant cant cant even comtemplate

Waiting one more minute lemme jump in it

I brought chu flowers and a teddy

You've been playin naughty getting with me all night

We both know exactly what you want right

Tell me what you want though

Tell me what you gon' do whatchu gon' do

Once I throw on this bowchickawowwow

Whatchu gonna say

You act like you gon leave

But I know you gon' stay

Down dicky downdown

Girl dont even play

Once I set the mood right you gon' sound like

Yeah I can make you sound like

Now I aint even gotta say shit

To make you feel alive girl you know you like that

Owohowohowowoh

Say I aint even gotta say shit

To make you feel alive girl you know you like that

Owohowohowowoh

Once I throw on this bowchickawowwow

Whatchu gonna say

You act like you gon leave

But I know you gon' stay

Down dicky downdown

Girl dont even play

Once I set the mood right you gon' sound like

Yeah ima ima make ya

Once I throw on this, once I throw on this

Its over girl

Once I throw on this,once I throw on this

Its over girl