Yeah Hopsin Funk Volume C’mon, keep sleepin’ on me Hollywood ass rappers Bitch ass females That’s enough to make a nigga flip
(Verse 1) Yeah… I erupt like a bomb So give up the baton I slap you after bustin' a fuckin’ nut in my palm Why you buggin’ me like something was wrong Just take a puff of the bong And let me leave your mind corrupt from this song See you can’t stop me cause Imma brainwash teens And create false dreams cause it pays off clean. I’m just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic product That’s gonna be killed if I talk about it (shhh!) This industry business is all screwed up I have no favorite rapper because all you suck I suffer for the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree Because on the tombstone is as hard as they name will ever be I’m judged by my wild image a lot And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot I do Be offended by every sentence I jot I got some militant thoughts and you aint killin em’ off so listen
(Hook) I sag my pants until my ass shows I even slap hoes (bitch) Yeah I’m an asshole (yeah yeah)
And your parents hate me cause I love you So tell em’ I said fuck you Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
(Verse 2) I snuck in Drake’s house when he was alone inside (uh oh) You can say I have a bogus mind I dim the lights down and close the blinds Around his neck is where my rope was tied I yanked on it till it broke his spine (yeah) Lately I’ve been fuckin’ pissed off (why?) Cause everybody’s sayin Lil Wayne spits raw I start a big brawl And slam his ass into a brick wall And have a fat nigga sit on him Rick Ross (Ross) I don’t play with this rap shit I got no life, I stay in the attic { From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/h/hopsin-lyrics/sag-my-pants-lyrics.html } Fuck your rap career, I’m waiting to smash it Soulja Boy you got a corny flow (true) So you can suck my fuckin’ dick through a glory hole I’m just being me What you trying to hate for All you niggas is faker than Lupe Fiasco claimin he skateboards Yeah right, that nigga can’t even ollie Push him away on the dolly Not even Satan can stop me (what)
(Hook) I sag my pants until my ass shows I even slap hoes (bitch) Yeah I’m an asshole (yeah yeah)
And your parents hate me cause I love you So tell em’ I said fuck you Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
(Verse 3) I’m probably the sickest motherfucker who don’t get recognized Eazy-E’s wife’s life's somewhat now jeopardized She signed me and I was set aside For like three and a half years I don’t think I remember why I’m fuckin dope and this is my reward That’s wacker than the five hundred dollars you signed me for Eazy’s dead now Yeah the label’s finally yours Too bad he never knew that you were just a grimy whore You can’t maintain what Eric built (nah) I know he’s in his grave turnin like a ferris wheel Don’t think your cool just cause you inherit mils Bitch bare the skills I’m Hopsin, I spit shit so unfair and real I got some deep dark issues within All because you lied and tried to pretend you a friend Fuck Ruthless, bitch I'll never lend you a hand And Imma make sure no one ever signs with you again (you know why?)
(Hook) I sag my pants until my ass shows I even slap hoes (bitch) Yeah I’m an asshole (yeah yeah)
And your parents hate me cause I love you So tell em’ I said fuck you Yeah I said fuck you (yeah yeah)
[Hook]
Pour up (drank)
Head shot (drank)
Sit down (drank)
Stand up (drank)
Pass out (drank)
Wake up (drank)
Faded (drank), faded (drank)
[Kendrick Lamar - Verse 1]
Now I done grew up round some people living their life in bottles
Grandaddy had the golden flask
Back stroke every day in Chicago
Some people like the way it feels
Some people wanna kill their sorrows
Some people wanna fit in with the popular
That was my problem
I was in the dark room, loud tombs
Looking to make a vow soon
That I’mma get fucked up, fillin’ up my cup
I see the crowd move
Changing by the minute and the record on repeat
Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me:
[Chorus]
Nigga why you babysittin only 2 or 3 shots?
I’ma show you how to turn it up a notch
First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
I wave a few bottles, then I watch ‘em all flock
All the girls wanna play Baywatch
I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it
Pool full of liquor I’mma dive in it
[Hook]
[Kendrick Lamar - Verse 2]
Okay, now open your mind up and listen to me, Kendrick
I’m your conscience, if you do not hear me
Then you will be history, Kendrick
I know that you’re nauseous right now
And I’m hopin’ to lead you to victory, Kendrick
If I take another one down
I’mma drown in some poison abusin’ my limit
I think that I’m feelin’ the vibe
I see the love in her eyes, I see the feelin’
The freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arrive
This how you capitalize
This is parental advice
Then apparently, I’m over influenced by what you are doin’
I thought I was doin’ the most then someone said to me
[Chorus]
[Hook]
I ride, you ride, bang
One chopper, one hundred shots, bang
Hop out, do you, bang
Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang
I ride, you ride, bang
One chopper, one hundred shots, bang
Hop out, do you, bang
Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang
[Chorus:]
Ha, you know I love money dough
yeah you know I love milk big booty hoe
yeah and I'm probably with your right finger
that the main reason why they don't like me
yeah you ain't never seen nigga like me
gotta post up with your right feet
yeah and you know I love money dough
and you know I love milk big booty hoe
Yeah, baby what the time bout
your girlfriend there what I've talking bout
and your main back feelin locky
bitch going down kind of low key
pussy getting wet kind of slow weak
you nigga hatin on me yeah it's all weak
bout your..chew yeah it's all cheap
say that you a super freak gotta show me
yeah asking fans like is in rotation
Just hanging crazy I fuck with ancients
ha and my pocket stay super slow
and you know I love booty hoe
[Chorus:]
Ha, you know I love money dough
yeah you know I love milk big booty hoe
yeah and I'm probably with your right finger
that the main reason why they don't like me
yeah you ain't never seen nigga like me
gotta post up with your right feet
yeah and you know I love money dough
and you know I love milk booty hoe
Ha, and I hate the bitch stuck up
yeah you round some bosses girl you gotta fuck
ha and the money didn't change me
girl I've been kicking pimping is the same thing
poppin 62 got arranged kids,
strip to see you me say making rain peace
wipe my nose with the money when I gotta sneeze
when you rich bitch that's aside I gotta be
yeah, girl make your (???)
you say you got some good..
ha I feel like I won the Superbowl
and I love me a big booty hoe you dick
[Chorus:] [x2]
Ha, you know I love money dough
yeah you know I love milk big booty hoe
yeah and I'm probably with your right finger
that the main reason why they don't like me
yeah you ain't never seen nigga like me
gotta post up with your right feet
yeah and you know I love money dough
and you know I love milk booty hoe
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters
[Verse 1]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up
First I regretted it then caught my rage like
How could I not protect her from this awful phase
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like
A princess, but while I'm on stage I can't leave her defenseless
Plus she's seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit
She heard stories of her daddy thugging
So if her husband is a gangster can't be mad, I'll love him
Never for her I want better, homie in jail - dead that
Wait till he come home
You can see where his head's at
Niggas got game, they be tryna live
He seen your Mama crib
Plus I'm sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus a honest kid
Don't think I'm slow
I know you probably had that chronic lit
You seventeen, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like I'm not the cleanest father figure
But she rocking with it
[Hook]
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
[Verse 2]
This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
This social network said Nas go and get your kid
She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon post no pic
Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit, right
Her mother cried when she answered
Said she don't know what got inside this child's mind, she planted
A box of condoms on her dresser then she Instagrammed it
At this point I realized I ain't the strictest parent
I'm too loose, I'm too cool with her
Shoulda drove on time to school with her
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
To public school, they too nurture teen talents
They grow fast, one day she's your little princess
Next day she talking boy business, what is this
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And I ain't tryna mess your thing up
But I just wanna see you dream up
I finally understand
It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons
How fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
When she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off
Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Love
[Intro]
It don’t take much strength to pull a trigger
But try to get up every morning day after day and work for a living
Let’s see ‘em try that
Then we’ll see who’s the real tough guy
The working man is a tough guy
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say
Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day
World is gettin’ ready, everybody’s ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye
[Verse 1: Dr Dre]
I woke up this morning thinking ’bout the old me
When I was feeling like, Miller Lite and OE
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I’m getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I can have a problem with is myself
It’s probably why my only competition is myself
From today to tomorrow
The Doctor just rock to the same drum
Fuck the past, though I ain’t forgot where I came from
I got the club rockin’, uh
I got your girl jockin, uh
Me and Fif’ still in this bitch, bitch
We going the distance with you party people come’on
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Now you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better
Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it get ya
But me I got to be on top
I said me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I’m on automatic pilot, ain't nobody stopping me
Growing up in poverty ain't filled my heart with larceny
Niggas ride, I don’t hide, I dump to get 'em off of me
I’m a leader, ? natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I’m from the bottom
Soon as I spot ‘em I get to drop ‘em
I got ‘em I cut my piece and I dot ‘em
It’s dinner time when the 9 come out
It’s off the chain off, offa the brain move
Bang, off with ya brain
[Hook]
[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
Clocks on the wall
It’s now or never at all
I’m gonna give it my all, oh-oooh
Whether I rise or fall, oh-oooh
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
True story, I said I’d get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music, music my first love
We paper chasin’, I’m always coming in first, cuz
I’m built for it, see I’m better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I’m coming to get ya
I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching
Fuck that, losing ain't an option
I’m sharp I’m on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I’m back on my A-game
I’m focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I’m stronger than an ox now mentally
[Verse 1]
Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it
I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring
Saying "Fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed
And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making your common sense perish
But I ain't taking the full blame
Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotting from weed
You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete
You having sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see
With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat
But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep
[Bridge: "Fuzzy" Jones]
Well! It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!
[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your bitch, she tryna jerk me (4x)
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Drop it to the floor, make that ass shake
Whoa, make the ground move, that's an ass quake
Built a house up on it, that's an ass state
Roll my blunt on it, that's an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this every day-day
I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hating, so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perriering
White girls politicing that's that Sarah Palin
Gettin' high, Californicating
I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and raised in
[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your bitch, she tryna jerk me (4x)
Well! It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather, this coke chain, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman is pill popping, ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck check the wrist, them heads turnin', that's exorcist
My Audemar like Mardi Gras, that's Swiss time and that's excellence
Two door preference, roof gone George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake so your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go wherever we go we do it pronto
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/k/kanye+west/mercy_21013892.html ]
[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your bitch, she tryna jerk me (4x)
Well! It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
Tell 'em, "Give me fifty million or I'mma quit"
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-your-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious
Something about Mary, she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dali
Now everybody is movin' they body
Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordan's
[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Ok, now catch up to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the same time drinkin' champaign on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a bandaid
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Platinum diamonds backpack around me, co-signed by Louis Vuitton
Horse power, horse power, all this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost four thousand, I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin', all my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan
[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your bitch, she tryna jerk me (4x)
Well! It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound Believe! Believe!
