Articles with Bad Boy

Lyric – Young & Sexy Lyrics

[Verse: Loon]
Yea, Bad Boy
Girl your body so elegant, skin so delicate
Ever think you was heaven sent, girl, ever since (uh)
I laid eyes on you, been hypnotized on you
Lips and eyes size of the hips and thighs on you
Every time you in the club different guys on you
Like flies on you but they won’t love you like I love
you

[Chorus: Lyric]
Young sexy material, and free
But you know I’ll change for you
You know I’ll change for you
Put yo black du rag, then stop for new jean Timbs
Boy you know I got plans for you
Don’t you know I got plans for you

[Verse: Lyric]
Look at your face, your pretty hair
Look what you do to me and your just standin’ there
When I look in your eyes (when I look in your eyes)
ooohh it’s just not fair
Now what did you say to me I don’t even care
Cause I’m

[Chorus]

[Verse: Lyric]
I’m a tell you right now (tell you right now)
You don’t understand (you don’t understand)
Now why should I hesitate? You look like a good man
So if I play you close, don’t hold it against me

See after the party, we’ll jump in my Bentley!
Cause I’m!

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Lyric]
End of this party (party)
All eyes on me (all eyes on you)
Everybody, is tryin’ to holla too
You should bounce wit me (bounce wit me)
Cause I’m a crank this room (Bad Boy)
How ’bout the dance floor
All night long (all night long)

[Verse: Loon]
Hey yo incase you didn’t know mama my name is Loon
Live wit Bad Boy, ’bout to famous soon
Chicks ’bout to be all up in my aimin’ soon
You see I’de rather claimin’ you
Matta’ fact I got a whole lotta’ reasons
But here’s a few reasons why I’m
Really thinkin’ about leavin’, the party is packed
Now these chicks all over my back
No security and I ain’t even holdin’ no gat
But when I come through clubbin’ it
It’s obvious the chicks is lovin’ it
Real smooth playa far from thuggin’ it
But even though I scar my government
Got pants for you, I can’t wait to get my hands on you
(c’mon)

[Chorus x2]

Mr. Shadow – Krazy Ass Mexikans Lyrics

[Mr. Shadow]
What’s crackin’
Shadow in San with my dog, Bad Boy
Javie Lopez track, you know how we do this shit
West coast, motherf**ker

[Verse 1: Mr. Shadow]
Heads turn with concern when I bend the block
You motherf**kers don’t learn that I’m burnin’ hot
Only G’s on my team always ready to bust
Make G’s everyday, in green paper, we trust
Check your nuts cause the streets ain’t givin’ a f**k
Me and my shadow on the hunt, gettin’ rid of you punks
Gun carriers
Eliminate your whole area
Mass destruction, make your family bury ya
I’m way ahead of you snitches and haters
Bitches take pictures, yeah, they say, we’re the greatest
Perpetrators ain’t allowed in my vacinity
f**k around and get blood in your facility (Pop)
Your tranquility will fade to none
Cause I’m that bald motherf**ker with the loaded gun
Holdin’ everyone responsible
Motherf**ker
I’m the reason why they say that anything is possible

[Mr. Shadow]
Motherf**ker

Chorus: Ant Dog
f**k ’em all, they wanna bank it
We rarely
Advise before you make a move or (???) can’t be daily
Talkin’ big shit, but ain’t got the balls to face me
Fully loaded clip, no mask, all safety

[Kokane]
West coast and we rock the most
For all my gangstas and all my hoes
You know, Bad Boy and them
He some crazy ass Mexicans
Well, good Lord

[Verse 2: Bad Boy]
I’m in the S.D
Smokin’ lye immensely
Shadow in the drop, throwing up the S-3
You sexy, ma, won’t you stop and let’s freak
Dick’s about as big as the size the checks be
I’m serious, you been sweet since scent of sticks
I f**k around it
Now let me say my synopsis
Then f**k rap
I’m just in it for dividens
Addicted to the streets, bitches sweet as cigarettes
I got a question
Who the hardest in it?
It’s us, homie, stop ya feelin’
It’s the lyrical rappin’ phantom, I blast at ’em
Dippin’ up and watch, I spit and backstab ’em
The gat clapper
Call me the Madd Rapper
You actin’ rap, back turd, the gat’ll gat ya
And I’m done, leave ya twisted, dude
Leave you bitches like some pigeon fool

[Mr. Shadow]
Motherf**ker

Repeat Chorus

[Kokane]
West coast and we rock the most
For all my gangstas and all my hoes
You know, Shadow and them
He some crazy ass Mexicans
Well, good Lord

[Verse 3: Mr. Shadow]
When I aim at your frame, you will see the light
They ain’t taking me in without putting a fight
Damn right, I’m a west side G for real
Pack steel, then roll around with intentions to kill
I’m the king of my own hill
Make ya blood spill
Quick, motherf**ker, still down to let ya heart squeal
I once killed in bigger bills, no question
Pushed on the whips for rainy days, no stressin’
Got blessed on my so-called riders
Dead on arrival, no chance for survival
You’re wearing blindfolds, you can’t see Shadow
And if you did, it’s on local rap channel
Plenty of ammo with extra clips
And you can bet ya punk ass that your wig’ll split
Spit game at your trick cause she loves the dick
Me and my gangsta Bad Boy, criminal shit
Bitch

[Mr. Shadow]
Motherf**ker

Repeat Chorus

[Kokane]
West coast and we rock the most
For all my gangstas and all my hoes
You know, Bad Boy and them
He some crazy ass Mexicans
Well, good Lord

Dj Crazy J Rodriguez – Party & Bullshit In The USA Lyrics

I was terra since da public school erra
Bathroom passes cutting up classes
Squeezing asses
Smoking blood was a daily rutine
Since 13 a chunky n*gger on das mean
I used to eat a tray dus and a duc duc
And boublerap and mac in my backpack
Lounging in the back smoking sacks and sidekicks
With my sidekicks rocking high kicks
Honey want to chat
But all we wanna know is where the party at
And can I bring my cat?
If not, I hope I don’t get shot
Better throw my vest on my chest, cause niggas eat a mess
It don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something
Begging and ducking at niggas like I was duck hunting
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is…

Party… And bullshit, and…(etc)

Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my reices
Sure do, two .22’s and my glue
Holler if you need me love I’m in the house
Roam and stroll see what the honeys is about
Moet popping, ho hopping, ain’t no stopping Big Poppa, I’m a Bad Boy
Niggas wanna flapp, who got your back? (Biggie!)
Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!)
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the east coast overdoser
Nigga you scared you’re supposed to
Nigga, I toast you, put fear in your heart
f**k up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks

Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress, I think I might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to sing a gun
And have fun with Jamaican rum
Conversation, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jack got the Glock in his waist and
We’re smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said “Let’s leave calm”
I’m eating skins again
Rolled up another ball, bought a Heineken
Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a f**king fight broke out

Can’t we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
And it’s on, and I’m gone
That’s that…

Meek Mill – What’s Free Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
You know what free is, nigga?

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin’ my money, I’ll need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin’ stray shots
Been a top dog, that’s before the K-Dots
Crackin’ in ’06, immaculate showmanship
Talkin’ like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin’ on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people, you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain’t nothin’ but a bitch
Hangin’ pictures like niggas swingin’ from his dick
We so different, you thought these didn’t exist
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I’m from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin’ the pavement, I pray I’m illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody’s favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff
My amigo, a million grams and we count ’em and up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track
Screaming “gang gang,” now you wanna rat
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin’ for a bond, lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free? (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fed investigations, heard they plottin’ like I trap
20 mill’ in cash, they know I got that off of rap
Maybe it’s the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy, in a way they got my back, uh
See how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh
Locked me in a cell for all them nights and I won’t snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I’m sellin’ crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge, just tell him facts
Tell him how we fundin’ all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin’ all these wars, stoppin’ violence
Tryna fix the system and the way that they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh, say can you see, I don’t feel like I’m free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin’ that gavel, turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin’ a wheelie, my people march through the city
From a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin’, soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin’ like Bad Boy in ’94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain’t busy
That’s five milli’ in twenties, sit up and count ’til I’m dizzy
Phantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin’ or rappin’? I might just pop up with Drizzy like

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifths of a man, I believe’s the phrase
I’m 50% of D’usse and it’s debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that’s my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my Gs, uh
Since most of my niggas won’t ever work together
You run a check up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don’t Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince’s DNA, uh
I ain’t one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C’mon, man)
My route better, of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took niggas’ sense of pride, now how that’s free?
And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huh
I ain’t got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we ‘posed to be happy about this
We was praised in Billboard, but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like, “Is you dumb?”
To this day, Grandma ‘fraid what I might say
They gon’ have to kill me, Grandmama, I’m not they slave
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarre
Rappin’ style used by me, the H-O-V
Look at my hair free, carefree, niggas ain’t Nair free
Enjoy your chains, what’s your employer name with the hairpiece?
I survived the hood, can’t no Shaytan rob me
My accountant’s so good, I’m practically livin’ tax free
Factory, that’s me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That’s a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all killed me
Sucker free, no shuckin’ me, I don’t jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving,” shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free, all of y’all callin’ out toll free
Label rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I’m salt free
You lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send a order through a hands free
Kill you in 24 hours or shorter, you can’t ignore the hand speed
On god, it’s off the head, this improv but it’s no comedy
Sign I fail, hell nah
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Hahahahahahahahaha

NBA YoungBoy – Diamond Teeth Samurai

[Intro]
Aye
Aye, they might could do it better
I ain’t trippin’ off all that shit

[Chorus]
Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin’ every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin’ through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson ain’t no actin’ when I’m on a mission
Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

[Verse 1]
Whole lotta killing, Helter Skelter like I’m Charles Manson
These niggas hatin’ now keep that hammer, all these diamonds dancin’
Me and Meek Mill watchin’ movies in Rick Ross mansion
You disrespect, I up the TEC and let you niggas have it
23 shots, Lebron James I shoot the cavalier
These niggas speakin’ on my name I’ma get it clear
When they shot, they aimed for my brain but I’m still here
I’m a Bad Boy, never met Diddy but that’s what it is

[Chorus]
Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin’ every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin’ through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson ain’t no actin’ when I’m on a mission
Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

[Verse 2]
I’m in the all white Porsche wit’ [?] ridin’ through Hollygrove
Discussin’ ’bout what it’s gon’ take to get them birds gone
Say "look, look daddy," I ain’t your wardie make me bust your dome
Got a 100 shots up in the Caddy while I’m headed home
My lil’ hitter quiet like Slim, we gon’ shoot above the rim
We gon’ pop ’em when we see ’em
Whip his pockets ‘fore we kill ’em
We got the police on our trail, so we runnin’ when we see ’em
Don’t wanna front us now run, we gon’ rob ’em when we see ’em, bitch
Police hit our stash house but we ain’t closing shop
They got some niggas movin’ work to stay right up the block
Knock on the door, I need a zone yeah I got the guap
Soon as he open up the door, he gon’ see the Glock

[Chorus]
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

Bad Boy

Lyrics to ‘Bad Boy’ by Red Velvet:

They rock a number of outfits that we’re obsessing over. Watching the girls walk down between those ice caps is just everything. Irene, Seulgi, Wendy, Yeri, and Joy are just so darn fierce! From the sets to the outfits to the vibe of the whole music video, “Bad Boy” is music perfection! Red Velvet’s repackaged album includes three new songs, “Bad Boy,” “All Right,” and “Time to Live.

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Mase Sister Shut Down Cam’ron “He Is Dreaming”

Mase sister has stepped forward to denied Cam’ron claims that he had sex with her.

Cam’ron has since responded to Mase scathing diss track “The Oracle” with his own diss record “Dinner Time.” The former Bad Boy rapper has since declared victory but there was one thing that his sister had to address. If you listened to Mase diss track, you would’ve heard a line where he accused Cam’ron of incest with his sister. Cam responded in his record denying the allegations while saying that he had relations with his rival’s sister.

The two Harlem rappers had a history going back to their teenage years so the big question is who is lying. “You done opened up a door, I’m petty, ready for war / I ain’t got a sister, only sister I f***ed was yours,” Cam raps in The Heatmakerz-produced diss song. Mase sister, Stason Betha, responded on social media categorically denying the allegations. “NEVER NI99A YOU IN A BAD FU**IN DREAM #wakeup,” she wrote.

Mase also called into Ebro in the morning yesterday to discuss his beef with Cam’ron more in-depth.

Notorious B.i.g. – Want That Old Thing Back Lyrics

NOTORIOUS B.I.G.
Want That Old Thing Back Lyrics

Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby
Biggie Smalls
Listen…

[Singing:]
Uh yeah baby oooooooh, listen to me, oh yeaaaah

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
When it comes to sex, I’m similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it’s stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I’m not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
I’m in thirteens, know what I mean
I f**k around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
Mess around and go blind, don’t get to see shit
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn’t matter
Skinny or fat or boy-skinned or black, baby I drop
These boricua mommies screamin “Ay papi!”
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk flow
f**k tae kwon do, I tote da fo’-fo’
For niggaz gettin mad cause they bitch chose me
A big black motherf**ker with G ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin Physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I’m guaranteed to f**k her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man’s a certified mack
You’ll get that H-town in ya, you’ll want that old thing back

[Chorus:]
What you wanna do?
I got that old thing back
What you wanna see?
Baby sing relax and feel
What you be, where you are
You wouldn’t start

[Ja Rule:]
Bitches screamin they want That old thing back
Like B I Double G I E
Wit some new R-U-L-E
Notorious known to bustin in ya E-Y-E, baby baby!
Bitches know they love and hate me
I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe
How close we came to come the ghetto is crazy
How come you ain’t, ?? semi your faces
When I come you be cryin like I’m killin ya bitches
Knows when picture in the camera rollin
Cause I only be knowin how the shit’s unfolded
Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloaded
Got a reload, like every so often
You sayin I got my swagger back
I’m lookin like bitch, my swagger never left
It’s so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
Shit…

[Chorus]

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me
She mad because what we had didn’t last
I’m glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
f**k the past let’s dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
Another hon’s in the crib, please send her in
I f**k nonstop, lick my lips alot, used to lick the clits alot
But lickin clits had to stop
Cause y’all don’t know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
Sex gettin rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty motherf**ker
I don’t chase em, I replace em
and if I’m caressin em, I’m undressin em
f**k whatcha heard who’s the best in New York
For fillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Walk
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I’m done I got to split shit
Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin for an intermission
f**k the kissin, lickin down to your belly button, I ain’t frontin
They don’t call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Biggie Smalls
P. Diddy y’all
Bad Boy for life
Once again going to the top baby

Puff Daddy – Watcha Gon’ Do? (feat. Notorious B.I.G. & Rick Ross)

[Intro: Puff Daddy]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Bad Boy mothafuckas
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon’ do?)
I’m proud of myself, you know I’m saying?
West coast mothafuckas
(Watcha gon’ do when they come for you?)
East coast mothafuckas
Ain’t nothing wrong with that, I’m fucking proud of myself
(You’ll see)
That’s why I sound the way I sound
B.I.G mothafuckas
(You’ll see)
And the way I walk the way I walk, the way I talk
Lets Go

[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
I tell ’em watch close, nigga jot notes
If you use my approach, you could dock boats
Yeah, you could get exposed to all that
Girl, you know I’m hard to get a hold or contact
Probably overseas with business owners and all that
Flights to Minnesota with dinner over a contract
See, lame niggas gonna do lame shit
How you flexing when your crew ain’t shit
Nigga, you ain’t shit
Probably trick on something you ain’t hit
Try to do me but the shoe ain’t fit, and your jewels ain’t lit
So tell them niggas I said break bread off
You know, spray lead off, take heads off
Break law pay feds off
You ain’t never meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied too
I slide through back of the Maybach
But i do something 5’2 with a fly do, how you?
I don’t know you yet but I’m trying to
I leave your mind blew if you don’t mind trying to climb through
New portals on time yeah I think it’s time to
Never slip up, one of the homies get picked up
Sell all the whips and switch the cribs up
Get my dick sucked by mermaids
Black shades hermès
The whole last winter I went through a fur phase
Yeah, that summer 32
Effortless
Bad Boy shit
And we won’t stop, ’cause we can’t stop
B.I.G., Brooklyn, yeah

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon’ do?) Puff Daddy, New York, yeah
(Watcha gon’ do when they come for you?) Bad Boy, yeah
(You’ll see) Unstoppable
(You’ll see) Unstoppable

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Big blunts and grass, Maybach on a dash
40 carat gold Cartier on a class
Mink coats with shooters in of the Land Cruiser
My maneuvers sparking these lil’ rumors
Duffle bags, Percocets, the Rugers
Still the smoothest at roughing up all the jewelers
Danny Glover, up the pistol, pussies undercover
Propositions and proposals, bring ’em on the double
Raising the K’s in the days and
Jaylen that brain is amazing
Top tier, egotistical when he arrogant
Skyscraper, kilo up in the cabinet
For bad bitches who snort lines the fourth time
Cîroc white, blue dot, you should pour mine
East Coast fat boy, he be so braggadocios
Air forces, mansions, and I’m on the ocean
Benefits, free my niggas, I’m talking fishing grits
Immigrants came a long way up out the tenements
Gunshots hereditary, get your daddy buried
With my march, got out of prison February
Cold game, ménage à trois and my gold chain
Bad Boy, Buggatis in all four lanes
The script flip when the spliff lit
Double M cruise ship with a thick bitch

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Click, click, uh, uh, uh
Niggas talkin’ it but ain’t livin’ it
Crystal pops I’m sippin’ it, mob hats and lizard shit
‘Gator trunks bitch, rollin’ blunts with the williest of the willy
Heckler Koch, M-1’s and nine millies
Stories like a motherfucker
Model bitches wondering if I’m a fuck with her
She know, I treat my bitches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana drippin’
Big poppa never slippin’
H-class diamonds shinin’
Dinner with the wifey winin’, dinin’
Smoking cigars in Bogota
With Colombian niggas named Panama
Englique and shit
Games we play life endin’
Bitches bending over with ease
For a pair of Moschino jeans
And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of ’em
Advancin’ from duplex to mansion
Stashing keys, hidin’ G’s overseas
VCR’s in my V’s
Game elevates, money I make
Into stocks and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands
Discusing plans with my mans
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
That leaves my rear views tremblin’
What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude
Drop to your knees and show gratitude
Kiss my rings it’s a Frank White thing I stay potent
Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

[Outro]
You’ll see
You’ll see

Watcha Gon’ Do?

Lyrics to ‘Watcha Gon’ Do?’ by Puff Daddy:

–Intro: Puff Daddy–
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Bad Boy mothafuckas
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon’ do?)
I’m proud of myself, you know I’m saying?
West coast mothafuckas
(Watcha gon’ do when they come for you?)
East coast mothafuckas
Ain’t nothing wrong with that, I’m fucking proud of myself
(You’ll see)
That’s why I sound the way I sound
B.I.G mothafuckas
(You’ll see)
And the way I walk the way I walk, the way I talk
Lets Go

–Verse 1: Puff Daddy–
I tell ’em watch close, nigga jot notes
If you use my approach, you could dock boats
Yeah, you could get exposed to all that
Girl, you know I’m hard to get a hold or contact
Probably overseas with business owners and all that
Flights to Minnesota with dinner over a contract
See, lame niggas gonna do lame shit
How you flexing when your crew ain’t shit
Nigga, you ain’t shit
Probably trick on something you ain’t hit
Try to do me but the shoe ain’t fit, and your jewels ain’t lit
So tell them niggas I said break bread off
You know, spray lead off, take heads off
Break law pay feds off
You ain’t never meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied too
I slide through back of the Maybach
But i do something 5’2 with a fly do, how you?
I don’t know you yet but I’m trying to
I leave your mind blew if you don’t mind trying to climb through
New portals on time yeah I think it’s time to
Never slip up, one of the homies get picked up
Sell all the whips and switch the cribs up
Get my dick sucked by mermaids
Black shades hermès
The whole last winter I went through a fur phase
Yeah, that summer 32
Effortless
Bad Boy shit
And we won’t stop, ’cause we can’t stop
B.I.G., Brooklyn, yeah

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon’ do?) Puff Daddy, New York, yeah
(Watcha gon’ do when they come for you?) Bad Boy, yeah
(You’ll see) Unstoppable
(You’ll see) Unstoppable

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Big blunts and grass, Maybach on a dash
40 carat gold Cartier on a class
Mink coats with shooters in of the Land Cruiser
My maneuvers sparking these lil’ rumors
Duffle bags, Percocets, the Rugers
Still the smoothest at roughing up all the jewelers
Danny Glover, up the pistol, pussies undercover
Propositions and proposals, bring ’em on the double
Raising the K’s in the days and
Jaylen that brain is amazing
Top tier, egotistical when he arrogant
Skyscraper, kilo up in the cabinet
For bad bitches who snort lines the fourth time
Cîroc white, blue dot, you should pour mine
East Coast fat boy, he be so braggadocios
Air forces, mansions, and I’m on the ocean
Benefits, free my niggas, I’m talking fishing grits
Immigrants came a long way up out the tenements
Gunshots hereditary, get your daddy buried
With my march, got out of prison February
Cold game, ménage à trois and my gold chain
Bad Boy, Buggatis in all four lanes
The script flip when the spliff lit
Double M cruise ship with a thick bitch

–Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.–
Click, click, uh, uh, uh
Niggas talkin’ it but ain’t livin’ it
Crystal pops I’m sippin’ it, mob hats and lizard shit
‘Gator trunks bitch, rollin’ blunts with the williest of the willy
Heckler Koch, M-1’s and nine millies
Stories like a motherfucker
Model bitches wondering if I’m a fuck with her
She know, I treat my bitches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana drippin’
Big poppa never slippin’
H-class diamonds shinin’
Dinner with the wifey winin’, dinin’
Smoking cigars in Bogota
With Colombian niggas named Panama
Englique and shit
Games we play life endin’
Bitches bending over with ease
For a pair of Moschino jeans
And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of ’em
Advancin’ from duplex to mansion
Stashing keys, hidin’ G’s overseas
VCR’s in my V’s
Game elevates, money I make
Into stocks and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands
Discusing plans with my mans
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
That leaves my rear views tremblin’
What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude
Drop to your knees and show gratitude
Kiss my rings it’s a Frank White thing I stay potent
Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

–Outro–
You’ll see
You’ll see

Watch French Montana & Chinx “Whisky Eyes” Video

French Montana honors honors his late comrade Chinx in a major way by including him on his new album Jungle Rules.

After dropping the album last week, the Bad Boy rapper serves up the video for his The Weeknd-assisted single “A Lie.” Now we have the video for the single “Whisky eyes” featuring Chinx. The cut saw Drake and Chinx son making a cameo. “My ni**a Chinx son became my own son… / The block where I’m from, you need your own gun,” Montana raps.

The video, which was shot in New York, saw a painter doing a black-and-white portrait of Chinx. Towards the end of the music, French Montana and Chinx son sits next to the painting while reflecting on his memories. This will be a sad video for all those Coke Boys fans. An interesting side note, the video was shot on Chinx’s son birthday and Drake came through with lots of gifts and stacks of cash.

Me and the family, and my brother @champagnepapi had Lil chinx litttt last night lol He went to school with a Red Bull this morning ? #happybirthdaynugget #foreverchinx

A post shared by French Montana (@frenchmontana) on Jun 28, 2017 at 6:50am PDT

#drake gave #chinx son $1000 for his bday

A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akadmiks) on Jun 28, 2017 at 2:32pm PDT

Stand up – Yung Booke feat. Nick Grant lyrics

Lyrics Yung Booke – Stand up

Posted up right in the trenches
The OG was teaching, I listened
They told me get up and go get it
And stack so I get me a milly
No time to lay up with them bitches
Ho .. caught me no feelings
Ride ’round with lil meek, he the realest
It’s a whole lot of cash and a pigeon
My time, it comin’ I feel it
Can’t play, gotta be ’bout your business
Got old scars all on my back from being backstabbed so f*ck being friendly
When I come through I’m in a foreign car with the window clip, you can see me up in it
With the draco and a Glock 40, with an S clip, both of ’em extended.(stand up)

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera.

Let’s get it
Real niggas who we are boy
Stand up and applaud for us
f*ck a nerd, we’ll drag a screech
Like nails on a chalkboard
Boy you fighting in the wrong war
All of the things we fought for
Prezi Rollie but I’m never voting
Everybody running is the wrong choice
I get the drop on the opps
Never put trust in a cop
Young shooters like early Bad Boy
They run around with the locks
Dreading your days in the kitchen
Seein’ how they whip a pot
Old time nigga, Jigga Boo
How you sell that s**t back to your block
You a f*ckin’ sell out nigga.

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera.

I got on Louis V linens
I see the police in my business
They just gave my homie a sentence
For slangin’ that Dennis the Menace
Hands up, don’t shoot
Tryna jam us, we cool
Excuse me officer, I’m no fool
I let the OG’s drop jewels
I’ma hit Booke, he pull up with Uno
RIP Troupe, he stick to that blue code
I’m in the coupe, that be that two door
I’ma pull up with a hundred ..
I got your main b***h at home on my other line
f*ck it, I’m rockin’ them Timbs in the summer time
f*ck the police, they be tryna act colorblind
I swear they gon’ make me go buy me another nine.

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, versuri-lyrics.info
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on cameraaa.
Yung Booke lyrics
Video up

Vic Mensa – Heathens Freestyle

[Hook: Tyler Joseph]
All my friends are heathens take it slow
Wait for hem to ask you who you know
Please don’t make any sudden moves
You don’t know the half of the abused

[Verse: Vic Mensa]
Grew up around heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a mini van
Banana clips for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller black car got no limits
It wasn’t always this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better wear a vest
We packing like a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a long list of regrets
Looking back at my past, doing this victory lap
Surprised I made it, young eyes grown jaded
They killed my brother dead, wonder why I’d be faded
Sometimes I feel guilty for being the boy who lived, I could’ve been the one with that knife inside my ribs
I guess God had bigger plans for the kid when I woke up still alive on that hospital bed

I still feel violence, I got blood shot eyelids
Non-stop flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, there’s 21 bodies
21 thotties in the W lobby
Man trust, you can rock a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon’ say pull your pants up
Since you in the county they don’t want you to stand up
Niggas say you change as soon as you get your Benz up
I find it funny how, I’m getting money now
Them girls don’t treat me like an ugly duckling now
The same ones used to laugh at my TC
Now it’s me and Perrie, ‘scuse my French but they fucking now
That’s why I date while I hate them I got no love
I was set an ultimatum on the tour bus
It’s very simple you can walk if you don’t bust
Papi my brothers so you gotta fuck both us
Yeah, I’ve been with heathens but I’ve earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I’m too pretty for fist fights
Until these niggas kill me I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a little ice

But y’all know me, I don’t rock diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, that’s how I’m shining
Big broach homie, it was all about timing
So every roll call I make sure I’m signed in
Wait til they find that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist how my stars aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I’m Mario Winans
Puff know I got him if niggas shootin’ I’m firin’
Please don’t even speak to me about stylin’
I rock Gucci drawers, my nuts Italian
And I’m from the Chi where they ultra-violent
Pulling big racks out the Gosha wallet

Tell ’em "these heathens leave you bleeding
Screaming please, oh jeez he’s leaking
Get him to the church he gon’ need a deacon"
Running like DMC’s Adidas
Demons, heaters loca, like la vida
Outta’ this world, Zetus Lapetus
I don’t want your girl, cut her off like fetus
Abort this track ’till a beat ain’t breathing
Bitch!