Kanye West & Jay-Z | Niggas In Paris Lyrics

Jay-Z
So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
But first niggas gotta find me
What's 50 grand to a muhfucka like me
Can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy
Ya'll don't know that don't shit phase me
The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at you like this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird
We ain't even spose to be here,
Ball so hard, Since we here
It's only right that we be fair
Psycho, I'm liable to be go Michael
Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tok
Audemars that's losing time, Hidden behind all these big rocks
Ball so hard, I'm shocked too, I'm supposed to be locked up too
If you escaped what I've escaped
You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too
Ball so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice for like 6 days
Gold bottles, scold models, Spillin' Ace on my sick J's
Bitch behave, Just might let you meet Ye,
Chi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BK
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Hook
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit crazy x6

Kanye West
She said Ye can we get married at the mall?
I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
That shit crazy, Ain't it Jay?
What she order, fish filet
Your whip so cold, this old thing
Act like you'll ever be around muhfuckas like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
Fuck ol girl she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin)
Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me
Cause if I was him I would have married Kate &a Ashley
What's Gucci my nigga?
What's Louie my killa?
What's drugs my deala?
What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I'm the illest
Cause I'm suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!

Jay-Z
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me

Kanye West
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me get in my zone x3
These other niggaas is lyin
Actin' like the summer ain't mine

Jay-Z
I got that hot bitch in my home

Kanye West
You know how many hot bitches I own
Don't let me in my zone x4
The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I'm bout to kill it
How you know, I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me into my zone x2

Jay-Z & Kanye West
I'm definitely in my zone

Kanye West & Jay-Z - Niggas In Paris

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JAY-Z (feat Bono, Rihanna, The Edge) LYRICS - Stranded (Haiti Mon Amour)

[Jay-Z - Chorus]
When the sky falls and the Earth quakes
We gon put this back together
We won't break
[repeat]

[Jay-Z]
Sa Pa Se, my Port-Au-Princes
My Haitian Gods and all of my Princesses
Our condolences as you fightin' against this
We're right by your side as we tryin' to make sense of this
Heavenly father help us see through these problems
And for those that left, accept them into your garden
So here's my theory, the country's already starvin'
So we sacrificed many to shed light on all of them
God please pardon, I speak from the heart
It's the only way I see this tragedy befall on them
So lets get involved with them, hand to hand with them
Arm to arm with them til' they get strong again,
When the sky falls...

[Rihanna and Bono - Hook]
Can't wait until tomorrow
Haiti, Mon Amour
Haiti, Mon Amour
Not gonna leave you stranded, alone, alone
oh no

chorus

[Jay-Z]
Learn from the past, New Orleans was flooded
So we know we just can't rely on the government
We under the rubble again, here we go rumbling when
When we gon catch a break, my friend lost his mother and then
And then, Carline lost her uncles and them
Buried with no caskets, they just put covers on them
And the tears fall, and we fight back
Story ain't done, it can't end like that
Nah not like this, tomorrow's survivors gonna carry on your name
You live on inside us, your memory's alive with us
You inspired us, to rebuild this country, you just guide us

[Hook]

[Bono]
It's not the angels that are on their way
It's not the bells of Santa Trinite
The people waiting, positions vacant
For hands to help, not just to pray

[Hook]

[French singing]
Haiti va s'elever
Tu vas te relever
Nous nous eleverons
Ensemble ensemble ensemble

(not gonna leave you stranded...)

[Jay-Z]
We gon put this back together we won't break
We gon put this back together we won't break
We gon put this back together we won't break
We gon put this back together we won't break

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KANYE WEST (feat. Pete Rock, Jay-Z, Charlie Wilson, Kid Cudi) LYRICS - The Joy

chorus
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh

[Kanye West]
I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
that are not A&R's in the cheap office
rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us
gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
she in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
now there's crumbs all over the damn place
and she want me to cum all over her damn face
I never understood planned parenthood
cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
taking refills of that plan B pill
another shorty that won't make it to the family will
If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will
they ain't crazy they don't know how insanity feel
Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad
but I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had

chorus
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh

[Kanye West]
No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I perfecto
you know the demo, ya boy act wild
you ain't get the memo, Yeezy's back in style
now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget
what's more tripped out though is they sisters
nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters
they momma, named them after white bitches
no next time you see me on your fallopian
though the Jewerly's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
stupid questions like "Is he gon' be dope again?"
Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?
this beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag the Holy Trinity
in the mirror where I see my only enemy
your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity

chorus
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh

[Jay-Z]
This is my momma shit
I used to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pyjama shit
afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja hat will be popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop
taking sips of pop, six packs of millanips
pink champel, Valentine L
Bally's on my feet help me balance out well
that and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties from my momma's
Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like "where the Madonna's now?"
give all glory to Gloria, they said "you raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior"
we victorious, they'll never take the joy from us

[Kid Cudi]
Keep you hands up, get mine up
don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay

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KANYE WEST & JAY-Z (feat. La Roux) LYRICS - That's My Bitch

[Kanye West]
Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are
Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with
Something on some of this realest shit
Something, something
Yeah. thats my bitch

Thats my bitch
Sh-shorty right there
Thats my bitch
Thats my bitch

[Chorus - Elly Jackson]
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

[Kanye West]
I paid for them titties, get your own
It aint safe in the city, watch the throne
You say I care more about them basquion's, basquiats
She learning a new word, its yacht
Blew the World up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her"
Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers
And some lesbians that never loved niggas
Twisted love story True Romance
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
I'm a freak huh, rock star life
The second girl with us, thats our wife
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who's the new old perv thats tryna play second fiddle
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle

[Chorus - Elly Jackson]
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high

Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

[Jay-Z]
Go harder than a nigga for a nigga go figure
Told me "keep my own money" if we ever did split up
How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?
With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her
Thats right nigga Mona Lisa can't fade her
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice
But why all the pretty icons always all white
Back to my Beyonces
You deserve 3 stacks for the Andre
Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums
You belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing
You too dope for any of those civilians
Now shoot trigga, stop looking at her tits
Get ya own dog, ya heard
Thats my bitch

chorus
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

[Kanye West]
You have no idea what you're dealing with
Something on some of this realest shit
Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth
Something, something, yeah

That's my bitch, That's my bitch
Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch
That's my bitch

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KANYE WEST & JAY-Z LYRICS - H.A.M

[Kanye West]
It was all good just a week ago
niggas feel theyselves and then Watch The Throne drop
niggas kill themselves
What niggas gon do Hov?
This a new crack on a new stove
I'm in the two-door, true that
niggas tellin' me "You back"
Like a nigga ever left up out this bitch, huh?
and if life a bitch suck my dick huh?
and I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthafucker and I get it
No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me
Or-gy, or are we speakin methaphorically
Historically, I'm kickin' bitches out like Pam, nigga
Goin' HAM nigga, me and Jigga
and a nigga still young, wanna have no kids
But I've been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit
And a few white girls, asses flat a shit
But the head so good, damn a nigga glad he hit
Got em jumpin' out the building
Watch out below, a million out the door

I'm about to go HAM
Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am
I'm about to go HAM
Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am

[Jay-Z]
fuck y'all mad at me for?
You don't even know what I've been through
I play chicken with a Mack truck
Y'all muthafuckers woulda been moved
I swam waters with great whites
Y'all muthafuckers woulda been chewed
I hustle with vultures late nights
Y'all muthafuckers woulda been food
fuck wrong with these dudes
Try to walk around in these shoes
See the shit I saw growing up
And maybe you can take a peek at these boo's
niggas fantasize about the shit that I do daily like
These rappers rap about all the shit that I do really
I'm like really half a billi nigga
Really you got baby money
Keep it real with niggas
niggas aint got my lady money
Watch the Throne dont step on our road
Bad enough we let you step on our globe
When my nephew died, daddy dead
niggas took the price on my uncles head
Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled
So I feel like I would like to know my uncles bread
Bow down, brother pay homage
don't spill hate all on my garments
Commes Des Garcon, fuck your fresh
head shots nigga fuck your vests
fuck the pig, no pork on my fork
Peace God cause you know a nigga just went Ham

Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am
Yeah I'm 'bout to go HAM
Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am
Yeah I'm 'bout to go HAM

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SNOOP DOGG (feat. Jay-Z) LYRICS - I Wanna Rock (The Kings G-Mix)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg (Jay-Z) {Crowd Chanting}]
G Mix!!!! For kings only!!!! BEEYOTCH!!!!!
(Right about now!!!!! HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!)
G Mix!!!! (H-O!!!!) Yeah!!! {HO-VA!!!!}
Snoop Dogg and Hov!!! (That's right!!!)
{HO-VA!!!!} {HO-VA!!!!}
They say you can't spell the west without the E-S!!!
(Uh huh!!! That's right!!!!!)

[Chorus: Crowd Chanting ("It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock) {Snoop Dogg} (*Jay-Z*)]
HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!
(I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)
{Real kings man!!!} (*Right! Right!*)
{Aiyyo Jigga!!!} (*R-r-right now!!!*)
HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!
(I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)
{I want you take off in this track man!}
(*Ok Snoop*) {Like only you can, you dig what I'm sayin!}

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Hol' up, I wanna rock right now
My name is Hov and I came to shake the town
Yeah, ya boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones (STOOOOONES)
I used to cop (Rob Base), turn it into (EZ Rock)
Just to stay (Doug E. Fresh), all that shit to easy rock
Used to (Chef Raekwon), give fiends a (Ghostface)
Y'all know my (Forte), I just might catch a dope case
UGHHHHHHHH!!! I (Mastered) the (P)
with connects in the Midwest, so I'm (Heavy) in the (D)
UGHHHHHHHH!!! Ya boy still (Snoop) around
Since a pup, I been (Kurupt) and I fuck with (Tha Dogg Pound)
UGHH!! Roc Nation is the gang now
Some dope lyrics is the only thing I slang now
(I Get the Job Done), I put the (Kane) down
It's no (Biggie) - heh, I'm just a king now

[Chorus: "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock (Crowd Chanting) {Snoop Dogg}]
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
{WOOOOOOOO WEEEEE!!!! It's a problem!}
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
{Fa Shigga dow! Good lookin out Hov! Ha Ha! And you do know that!}
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right naow (SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!!)
{Two thousand ten! Big Snoop Dogg at it again!}
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
(SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!! SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!!) {Malice N Wonderland!}
(HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
(HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
G Mix!!!! I was a fiend, before I became a teen
I melted cabbage sacks instead of cones of ice cream
Crime orientated that's how the west was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzle, complicated
I droppped the sack and tried to rap hits y'all
They tried to bang on me, and say that I'm too small
Cool!!! Cause I don't get upset
I call the king of the east catch a flight then I jet
Right back to the west, where my niggas is at
Scoop the gilly put it back on the map
Like this like that while you rollin a bag
Loadin ya gat, pop pop, I'm holdin ya back
I'm like the Whopper FUCK THE BIG MAC!!!
Run up on the dog my gat go click clack
And that's fo' sho!!!
The reason why, man I don't know so let's go cuz

[Chorus: "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock (Crowd Chanting)]
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!!)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!! SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!!)
(HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)
(HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Boss Dogg chillin, lookin like a million
Yeah, nigga got it, I'ma leave it to my chil'ren
Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby lovin it
Hella fast, grip dey ass like the oven mitt
I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy!
Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy
I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm workin
I got the party goin, and it's jerkin
My niggas all long, we rollin out deck
Hoes gettin in, you betta pick a bitch
'Cause when I shut it down, the party's over wit
She call me Superman, I'm on my (Soulja) shit (YOOOOOOOU!)
Boss Dogg, get 'em, I sick 'em and take 'em home
West Coast bitch, I'm on my fuckin throne
I'm giggin on these hoes, do 'em like dominoes
And slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos

[Chorus: "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock (Crowd Chanting)]
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!!)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!! SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!!)
(HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
(HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I Wanna rock right now

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EMINEM (feat. Dr Dre, 50 Cent, Jay-Z, Cashis, Stat Quo) LYRICS - Syllables

It's not about lyrics anymore, it's about a hot beat and a catchy hook

[Eminem]
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it
Then so be it
Cause nowadays these kids, jeez
Don't give a shit bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and thats it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitz
Pick up some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ's playing them hits
Oh this my jam, this my shit
We don't know a word to a verse,
All we know is the chorus
Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
And the songs ginormous, the whole formula's switched
Cause we don't know anymore, what are hits
Is it the beat, is it the rap
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When 13 year olds control the remote
And Ashley's got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables

[Jay-Z]
If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat
Than I'm gon feature EM and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Ro
Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow
Bang bang look at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh
The fuck am I busting my brain for?
Its just the way the game go, oh, it takes 2 to tango
You call this a lame flow
You bought the shit
I guess you to blame too
I just found the angle
No more reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except some kids who just got into sex on the internet
So you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em?
Your emphasis is on the wrong Syllable

[Dr Dre]
They said 30's the new 20
Funny, must mean 40's the new 30
Interesting cause ever since then it's been innocence
An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half
Of the shit coming out right now
Its all trash
The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
Jay said it's his last and 50 and Em
Then what? Detox drops what we got then
So now our whole camps is running around scrambling over what to do
Gambling everytime we put a record out
Just looking for that hook

[Eminem]
(Wait Dre look)
Shorty I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be cause shorty
You love me
And I love you too
And I promise I'll be true to you

[50 Cent]
Go shorty, its your birthday
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
Its the kid that flip flows who used to flip O's
And run G for days used to see how I get hoes
I'm international, I get my dick licked round the globe
I'm sick right into show, riding on lolo's
Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's
Don't fuck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes
I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked
Look, its not a game, me B, I ain't playing
Beep behind me player, so you here anyway
You don't hear what I'm saying
Me fin-nini-na
Fee-fi-dididee-yay
Just give me my check and I'll be on my way
Sunny bunny money and funny
You ain't even listening and I just took your money

[Stat Quo]
There once was a time everywhere he turned
Shady aftermath was all ya heard
But they say 50 sang too much
And Em got soft
And they say Dre just fell the fuck off
Well fuck the fuck offs
All y'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh!
New syllables eat ball, ya fucks off's
Your house, your bitch I'm getting sucked off
East, south, midwest, even up north
Falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk
All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost
Catch me if you can, I'm running past while y'all walk

[Ca$hi$]
Shady made me for bringing it back
For the history of rap
It's gone with a snap, a sneer and a clap
What happened to just spittin about living in the muthafucking city you at
In the grimiest condition, I breath in drama
King Mathers and Cash me, that's freak karma
I'm everything, anything, you could never be
Its a hitting, rhyme in the month deep
I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind
I repeat every evil deed done of mine
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood I'm in this squad for life
Hear out my wind pipes and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
I'm crazy renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby

[Eminem]
Shorty I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be cause shorty
You love me
And I love you too
And I promise I'll be true to you

[Talking]
It is not about lyrics anymore,
It is not about lyrics anymore
Its about a hot beat, a hot beat
Its about a hot beat, a hot beat
A hot hot hot beat
And a catchy hook
A hot hot hot beat
And a catchy hook
Nobody gives a damn about them syllables, sillyle-ables, whatever they are
I don't care if you gotta rhyme smo, joe, toe and glow
Now get out there and sell some God-damn records

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DR DRE (feat. Jay-Z) LYRICS - Under Pressure

[Dr Dre]
The long-awaited Detox, trick
'Cause maybe I don't wanna stop, maybe I don't wanna quit
Maybe I like hoes, maybe I don't want a wife, maybe I'm psycho
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm strapped right now, just maybe
Maybe it's a relapse, maybe I'm high right now, where the weed at?
Maybe this is ER, maybe I'm a real doc and this is CPR
Maybe we need to breathe some life in this shit
Maybe we are the life of this shit
... Maybe I'm just crazy (Crazy)
What they say? (What they say?)
Sak pase (Sak passe)
Nap boule (nap boule)

[Jay-Z]
Dre, I think I need my sponsor
I'm just outta contro-o-ol
Maybe I got hoes, every little city I go, like Paco
We tryna grow, but I just can't seen her
I'm havin' trouble cleanin' up, I'm like FEMA
All these little haters got me back with the nina
Got me bringin' guns to work, Gilbert Arenas
Unh, I don't know if it's the Goose talkin'
But you know they say the liquor get your truth talkin'
Maybe I should be somewhere in the group talkin'
I'm addicted to coupes and takin' roofs off 'em
I'm addicted to watches, Heckler and Koches
Them bow-legged girls from the projects
It's Bed-Stuy in this bitch (Bed-Stuy!)
Dre, what's up? (It's Westside over here)
I'm in this party, I'm up to no good
And I should be duckin' these clubs, Tiger Woods

[Dr. Dre]
I smoke (I smoke)
I drink (I drink)
I'm supposed to stop, but I can't
Nigga, don't ask why (Ask why)
I get high (I get high)
I'm just livin' my mo'fuckin' life
So what? I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
And I'm a weedhead (Weedhead)
And I'ma treat every day like the weekend
Headfirst off the deep end
Yeah, you know what's happenin'
I'm just relapsin'.

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JAY-Z (feat. Kanye West, Rihanna) LYRICS - Run This Town

[Intro - Rihanna]
Feel it comin' in the air
And the screams from everywhere
I'm addicted to the care
It's a dangerous love affair
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight...
Is who's gonna run this town tonight...
We gonna run this town

[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]
We are
Yeah I said it
We are
This is Roc Nation
Pledge your allegiance
Get y'all black tees on
All black everything
Black cards, black cars
All black everything
And our girls are blackbirds
Ridin' with they dillingers
I'd get more in depth
If you boys really real enough
This is la familia
I'll explain later
But for now let me get back to this paper
I'm a couple bands down and i'm tryin' to get back
I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah i'm talkin' five comma
six zeros
dot zero
Here it go...
Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas
Now we squared up
Hold up

[Chorus - Rihanna]
Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy
Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy
Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy
(Is who's gonna run this town tonight)
Hey-hey-hey-heyyy

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
We are
Yeah I said it
We are
You can call me Cesar
In a dark Czar
Please follow the leader
So Eric B. we are
Microphone fiend
It's the return of the god
Peace god...
(Auh! Auh!)
And ain't nobody fresher
I'm in Mason
(Ah!)
Martin Margiela
On the tape we're screamin'
Fuck the other side, they jealous
We got a bankhead full of broads (?)
They got a table full of fellas... (?)
And they ain't spending no cake
They should throw they hand in
'Cause they ain't got no spades...
My whole team got dough
So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro

[Chorus - Rihanna]
Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy
Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy
Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy
(Is who's gonna run this town tonight)
Hey-hey-hey-heyyy

[Verse 3 - Kanye West]
It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
To everybody on your dick, no homo
I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos
Next time I'm in church, please no photos
Police escorts
Everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This a fast life
We are on a crash course
What you think I rap for
To push a fucking raft forward?
But I know that if I stay stun-ting
All these girls only gonna want one thing
I could spend my whole life good will hun-ting
Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cumm-ing
She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string
And up top, unh...
Two bee stings
And I'm beasting
Off the riesling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that you do bring
I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood wing
Reebok
Baby
You need to drop some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
What's that 'Ye?
Baby, these heels
Is that a may?
What?!
Baby, these wheels
You trippin' when you ain't sippin'
Have a refill
You feelin' like you runnin', huh?
Now you know how we feel

[Outro - Rihanna]
We gonna run this town tonight!

[Outro - Jay-Z]
Wassup!

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JAY-Z LYRICS - D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune)

chorus
Only nigga to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

[Verse 1]
This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making going make it the great depression
All y'all lack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence

chorus

[Verse 2]
This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex and...
... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You niggas' jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black for a year straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 1 hundred
This is for Hot 97
This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
Nigga this shit violent
Death of autotune, moment of silence

chorus

[Verse 3]
This shit need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a blood, let a crip walk on it
?? thou' to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singing too much
Get back to rap you t-paining too much
I'm a multi-millionaire
So how is it I'm still the hardest here
I don't be in the project hallway talking about how I be in the project all day
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me
Nigga just get violent
This is death of autotune moment of silence

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