Blacc Zacc – Richest Rapper In SC Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s get it
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf**kin’
Yeah
Let me pop my shit, ooh
IMixNation for real
Let me pop my shit, yeah
Hold up real quick, let me pop my shit, yeah
Hold up real quick, let me pop my shit
(I’m comin’ straight off the head, I don’t even got no hook, no nothing for, uh)
Hold up real quick, let me pop my shit
(For this shit, so, you know)
Who the f**k is this?
(I just wan’ pop my shit for a minute)
Ayy, who the f**k is this with this bad ass bitch? (CO, motherf**ker)
With that ice on his wrist (Ayy)

[Verse]
First of all, bitch, I’m the richest in the state (In the state)
They say it’s lonely at the top but I feel great (I feel great)
Ain’t had no daddy, shit, he left when I was eight (Ain’t got no daddy)
That’s why I spoil my mama, treat her like she bae, hey (Hey, bae)
They ask me how I made a mil’ without no deal (How you did it?)
Where would I be without my plug and vacuum seal? (Tell my plug)
I left my bitch when she ain’t agree with how I live (My bitch)
What makes you think I’m pickin’ you ‘fore my career, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
f**k how you feel, that’s just how it is, you gotta respect it (You gotta respect in)
You wasn’t in the field when I was broke, that shit was hectic (That shit was hectic)
Look at you, bitch, you got a Rollie and a necklace (Look at you)
Bought you everything you got, so how the f**k I’m selfish? (How the f**k I’m selfish?)
But f**k that, hold up real quick, let me pop my shit (Pop it)
Since I left you, I got oh so rich (Sloppy)
Catch me on Collins with this bad ass bitch (Who?)
Oh, you know her? That’s your friend? Oh shit (Oh shit)
Got baguettes on my wrist (My wrist), look like lights in this bitch (Like lights)
Look at my ears, look at my neck, I could’ve got life for this shit (Life)
I make music for them niggas in the dopehole
Not for niggas with no colored hair and tight clothes
Yeah, my son a player, he ain’t nothin’ but 4, yeah
My daughter rich and she ain’t nothin’ but 8, yeah
They love they daddy no matter what you say (That me, CO), yeah
I’m under 30, big house on the lake, we straight
Ayy, hold up, nigga, let me pop it (Let me pop it)
Kelly Price up in my pockets, this shit sloppy (Woah, woah)
I don’t want no more hoes out of Onyx (No, no)
I’m iconic, I can’t show love to no thotties (To no thotties), yeah
My bitch bilingual, like to drink on Titos (Titos), yeah
Jacks in my pockets like that nigga Tito (Tito), yeah
Need pounds for thirteen just like Dan Marino (Dan Marino)
Richest rapper in my state, I ain’t tryna have the best flow (Nigga)

[Outro]
(And that’s a motherf**kin’ fact, pussy)
Yeah, hold up real quick, let me pop my shit
(Y’all niggas got me f**ked up)
Hold up real quick, let me pop my shit
(I don’t know what’s up with these new niggas, dawg)
Hold up real quick, let me pop my shit
(But I been doin’ my thing for a long motherf**kin’ time)
Yeah, who the f**k is this with this bad ass bitch?
(Y’all niggas need to knock this shit, you feel me?)
Who the f**k is this with this iced out shit?
(And I’m the iciest nigga in my state)
Who the f**k is this with this iced out shit?
(Both of ’em, North and South Carolina)
Who the f**k is this with baguettes on his wrist?
(it ain’t branded the truth, nigga
You just a motherf**kin’ hater, hah)

Ultimate Spinach – Dove In Hawk’s Clothing Lyrics

I got a little telegram from LBJ
Said, “Come on down the weather is fine
But first we’re gonna check you out and teach you what to do
So buddy better stand in line
We’re gonna strip you naked and build you up again
And then we’re gonna mess up your mind
Then we’ll send you in the jungle
If you’re lucky you’ll survive
And learn to dodge a plane or mine
You’ll be a dove in hawk’s clothing
Yes you will”

I went down to the draft house and said, “you guys are nuts
Killing people just ain’t right”
They looked at me and laughed out loud and rolled on the floor
And said “you’re really outta sight
Take our eight week basic course it’s called 100 Ways to Kill
And know that you’ll see the light”
The way the grabbed me by the arm i knew they weren’t kidding around
And I began to feel uptight
I can’t be dove in hawk’s clothing
No no no

[Guitar + Keyboard Solo]

I applied for CO but that did me no good
They said “to war until you must go”
I said, “that isn’t very much of a choice so let me think, I’ll let you know”
They said it’s unpatriotic to think out loud sound like a “please let me go”
So they threw me in the prison with a five year term
Now I’m feeling pretty low
‘Cause I’m a dove in convict’s clothing
Oh no no

Fun Lovin’ Criminals – Love Unlimited

Barry White, saved my life
and if Barry White, saved your life
Or got you back with your ex-wife
[Chorus 1]
Sing Barry White, Barry White It’s alright.

Now I was watching Banachek, my mind’s eye,
Right back when I was seed and learning my life.
At night they came together and gave me sight
He said it’s better doing this, than sucking on a pipe.

Now when she came over, she brought the diskettes
On and on, she promised to kick this.
EWF, stole my breath,
When he finished, there was nothing left.

Over and over, ’til it’s ready,
Sing about it low and fat, like J.P. Ghetti
We make it happen, ass slappin
Sitting on the point to where you never catch us napping
CO efino, he got the money grips,
No parking for Saturday night and the pips

The pips know the hymns, they singing along
Like knowing new verbs is gonna keep you from the twilight

Barry White, Barry White
You know it’s all right

Over and over, ’til it’s ready,
Sing about it low and fat, like J.P. Ghetti
We make it happen, ass slappin
Sitting on the point to where you never catch us napping
CO efino, he got the money grips
No parking for Saturday night and the pips

The heart part 4 – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – The heart part 4

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.(the heart part 4)

Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel ’round the atlas in this spaceship
Candy-coated, my day shift’s
Been devoted to f*ckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals three-fourteen
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up, lampin’ in Jamaica versuri-lyrics.info
The clouds turnin’, my thoughts turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but..(the heart part 4)

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk-ass
And crush ya whole lil’ shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared little b*tch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, you lame
And when I get at you, homie
Don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh, I was just playin’, K-Dot
C’mon, you know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the f*ck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive!”
So damn great, motherf*cker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water, I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo’ cars, mo’ leers
Mo’ bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—f*ck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
You know what the risk is
Earthed in ditches, your body revertin’ to stiffness
The whole world gone mad
Bodies is addin’ up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, b*tches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump
Know how we feel, punk? Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was two O’s from a M, tryna be big as Em
Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You lookin’ at me in Chucks, I’m lookin’ at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playin’ rock-paper-scissors in court
A real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC, you see the flames
In my E-Y-E’s; it’s not a game
And the whole world is goin’ mad, daddy, it’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca on trial, tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the CO’s watch him
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they— (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirkin’
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, f*ck!)
So many verses, you live in denial (f*ck!)
So many verses, I never run out (What?)
You makin’ him nervous, the music is loud
Ho, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit yo’ punk ass down!
(Sit yo’ punk ass down!)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playin’ the back scenes (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as “That King”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get y’all shit together.(the heart part 4)

Let’s get it
Look, look
On foenemmm.
Kendrick Lamar lyrics
Video part 4

Charlie Farley – Backroads Life

Me personally I don’t know a whole lot about these city streets, but I do know a little bit about where I come from. That’s that CO, yeah country

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life

I’m a cossa tie river run up and float and it going under that bridge since I was old enough to a paddle. Passing cattle I peddle faster cause it’s getting late. I’m a master at holding three point two ounces throwing bass. That’s right, I chugalug, I chug a Budd on my lake. I keep a in case a game warden shows his face. That’s if there ain’t an exit cause if I can I will escape. Skate away to a place where I’m straight and safe. We’re lovers, rappers, and fighters. But trust you don’t want to try us we’ll fight you but afterwards buy you a what, a round of your choice. We talk in a low tone of voice, that’s right still southern boys. Playing in God’s land and proud to be a part of God’s plan

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life

The simple man who raised up on days that passed on. So when I’m riding probably vibeing to a Cash song. Makes me think about big daddy creeping in his Jon boat. Mixing up a Crown and Coke, sitting up in the honey hole. See now I know the river like the back of my hand. And every year my family goes and parks some boats in the sand. Throw some wood in the pile and party all damn night. Just another story of a back road life

I’m just a back roads eighties baby, made in the country like grits and gravy. Some of y’all still call me crazy, thank God that country raised us. Same boys that came on up, seen a lot of things since kicking up mud. See I appreciate all the love. My country veins pump country blood. Gave y’all something so y’all can ride. In the country boys paradise. One-ninety proof, I let it shine. Doing this since ninety-nine. Them city folks, they don’t understand it. Chilling in my country mansion. Double wide trailer on some land. I’ve been knocked down but I’m still standing

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life