Lyrics: What they say what they say what they say You speak out all you feel is defiance All you need is some self-reliance Cause this world is gonna always try us And all you wanted was to run for cover Well here’s looking to yourself and no other We’re all searching for that special something And we keep on running We all have the choice to take the lead or follow I want to feel the light shine on me You’re so afraid of what people might say But that’s okay cause you’re only human You’re so afraid of what people might say But that’s okay you’ll soon get strong enough You’re so afraid of what people might say But that’s okay cause you’re only human You’re so afraid of what people might say You’re going to break So please don’t do it You wanna spread your wings but you’re not sure Don’t wanna leave your comforts Wanna find a cure We’re afraid of who we see in the mirror We wanna let go but it feels too pure Who wants to be alone in this world You look around and all you see is hurt But the light it always finds us If we move with a little trust A diamond don’t define what shine is I don’t need a Rolex to know what the time is You got your let me find what mine is I’m a survivor look how strong my mind is I stand on my own it’s all me Regardless of whatever they call me I’m a leader not a follower And I’d rather be paid and popular Ride homie get your dollars up We’re in the belly of the beast that already swallowed us Video Rating: 4 / 5
Big Spender – Theophilus London Ft. ASAP Rocky Big Spender – Theophilus London Ft. ASAP Rocky Big Spender – Theophilus London Ft. ASAP Rocky [Hook] Good lookin’, so refined Say wouldn’t you like to know whats going on in my mind? So let me get right to the point I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see Hey Big Spender Spend, a little time with me [Verse 1: Theophilus London] This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie All these girls be raunchy, like let me see your peen homie She tryna cause a scene, but I’m in Paris with my team Walking slow like I’m on lean, damn a nigga ?jewel dealer so clean? I occasionally ? in Lanvin, I ain’t talking ’bout Jim Jones Nigga, I’m talking ’bout hooping up, expensive shirt, breaking bones Fuck yo Rolex, roll up homie, roll that kush, blow that homie Oh stop that, the po-po on me, uh shit out the window We just getting saucy in Aussie, we bossy Tryna bring back the term bling bling cause we flossy You brought snapbacks back, well that’s a cool accomplishment I’m on the other side, on another globe on conference [Hook] Good lookin’, so refined Say wouldn’t you like to know whats going on in my mind? So let me get right to the point I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see Hey Big Spender Spend, a little time with me [Verse 2: A$ AP Rocky] Fuck that shit I’m too throwed, pretty nigga my jewels gold Pinky ring and my tooth gold, your main bitch is my new ho Boss nigga like Hugo, Rolex or the Hublot Niggas taking my screw flow, they tryna …
[Lyrics] Outlaw , we lawless we ballin out nigga regardless everything VVS we flawless when i stunt , i stunt on niggas the hardest if niggas so hot, why they aint got what i got my maybach, my watch, my hublot my fat knots, my swag is top notch my crack spots bring in cash in non stop my nigga Rock just came home from comstock i got shooters they aint got what i got got shit locked, i stunt non stop i get it and i blow it how i want , why not my bitch cold, i mean hot , sure shot come through in the drop, hold the glock why not 9 millimeter, 9 shots , big rock 9 carat stones , i’m in my own zone outlaw yea yea we lawless we ballin out yea regardless VVS yea yea we flawless you do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do outlaw yea yea we lawless we ballin out yea regardless VVS yea yea we flawless you do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do you wanna get shot, go ahead run up on my spot my lawyers will have me out by 1 o’clock go ahead get dropped tryna get what i got my diamonds twinkle over my izod my gun pop, tell me why would you try that porsche turbo, cayenne , ill buy that g5 jet , pilot, i fly that burn good shit, get as high as i get my minds sick ,im criminal minded shorty ass fat, i wanna bump and grind that groupie love bitch, your left breast ill sign that I’m CEO , Hoe you aint know? outlaw yea yea we lawless we ballin out yea regardless VVS yea yea we flawless you do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do outlaw yea yea we lawless we ballin out … Video Rating: 5 / 5
hey this is one of my first videos so comment and rate, tell me what i can do better and stuff like that thx It’s Christmas in Hollywood Santa’s back up in the hood So meet me under the mistletoe lets f**k It’s Chanukah in Inglewood the dradles spinning in the hood so meet me by the menorah lets get drunk JJJ Just a little story about last Christmas About some bad kids who were full of wishes We gave some gifts and then we gave some lovin The weird kind of love that you give to your cousin Little Timmy stole from 7-11 So we stopped by his house with a pair of sevens We drank in his room with some dude named Kevin But there was still some bad kids who deserved some presents Zack got caught with a bottle of jack So we slipped down his chimney with an 18 pack He didn’t leave cookies but we needed a snack So we took the beer back and IF**KED HIM IN THE ASS!!! It’s Charlie Scene got egg nog in my flask The holidays are back and all my presents are wrapped Like oh my god is that saint nick Kids give me your list like its the 25th Been accused of being a bad kid But I get presents as is Cause MRS. Clause just myspace’d me I blew off a date on Christmas eve. So I don’t give af**k if your naughty or nice You might still get a Rolly (rolex) and a gang on ice So write your list and never have no fear Have a Hollywood Christmas and an Undead new year!!!! F**K YEAH!!! bout to serve it up for for all you boys and girls. good kids, bad and even Da Kurlzz. we were chillin at home and …
Lupe Fiasco’s song, “Ooh”. No copyright intended. Lupe Fiasco is an inspirational artist! Thank you to EJMH for the lyrics: Ya hopefully hand over the Land Rover keys slowely and run like hosiery I move eggs like ovaries closed lactose and sudairy who y’all suppose to be? None of them close to me, my poetry poison til’ they posing me and little kids poking me openly Fuck police I slip through they fingers like rosaries off the hook with the .38 rotaries Get it locally move anti-socially, twice the rapper get from both of me jokingly So constant’ & nonchalant’ from BIC’s to Mont Blanc’s Who’s conscience he’s not the one to confront worth my weight you impersonate niggaz like Miller Light spit it right in your life, terminate I’m the worst case scenario bump heads for coins like Mario Pop more rounds than Merry-Go(-rounds), from birth date to burial In South Beach beeches going south with they mouth piece without speech Oh now he’s official from the start, they miss you, holding vigils in the dark go head try and stop it, couldn’t block son with Hawaiian Tropic What’s in your pockets my profits Foxes pick me up like chop sticks, this hotness, they wanna put me boxes like chocolates…that’s nonsense Nothin’ sweet about this but the hotel room Presidential like the wrist (Presidential Rolex) I know, I’m sorry I never mental end shyt (play on words ‘meant to end shyt’)(*I think*) Never rental get mine freeway like Van wyck (Van Wyck expressway, New York) Peace to Fancis and …
LYRICS: The way she looks, the way she walks; That southern twang; that dirty talk. Rides Harley’s, reads Vogue. She got a tattoo on her ankle, rebel flags on her toes. One shake of that hip could make a puppy dog vicious. Mmm, hmm, mmm: rebelicious. She’ll take Jack over martinis, Skinny dippin over bikinis. That hard body, soft smile, Could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild. She likes them tiny little skirts, an’ the way the preacher’s boy blushes: Mmm, mmm: rebelicious. She’s a long tall, shopping-mall, Barbie-doll trailer park queen. Mouthwaterin, ‘Bout hotter than anything I’ve ever seen. Instrumental break. (Ah,) (Ooh.) She’s an outlaw livin, ready an willin, Sun-tanned redneck, Paris Hilton. You got a mansion, you drive a vet. You wear a Rolex, she ain’t impressed. She like deer stands, beer cans, Baits her own hook when she fishes: Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm: rebelicious. Aw, that’s what I’m talkin bout man. Cheap sunglasses, a pick-up truck; convertible. What is that thing? a sixty-nine? Mmm, not a tan line on anything I can see: whoo. Hey, I bet you she knows David Allen Coe.
Lyrics: It Takes More Written by Niomi Arleen McClain-Daley (Ms Dynamite) The shit that you promote Fighting, fucking Like you don’t want to grow You talking so much sex But you not tell her you spelt AIDS and you not tell them of consequence, no Your talking like you a G But you killer killing your own You’re just a racist man’s pussy Tell me who wants to know What when who where Or how you do your hoe Certainly not me Certainly not me ‘Cos baby personally I like to be challenged mentally I’ve heard it all before Gangstas pimps and whores Quality is poor A girl like me is born It takes more (it takes more) To amuse a girl like me So much more (much more) To confuse a girl like me They’ve got ‘tude (got ‘tude) ‘Cos while you braggin’ About your badness you’re just Avoiding, adding to the real shit That’s happenin’ to us Now who gives a damn About the ice on your hand If it’s not too complex Tell me how many Africans died For the baguettes on your Rolex So what you pushing a nice car Don’t you know there’s no such thing as superstars We leave this world alone So who gives a fuck about the things you own Certainly not me Certainly not me ‘Cos baby personally I like to be challenged mentally Your bullshit’s insignificant And it don’t help to pay my rent It’s pure negativity That you impose on we It takes more (it takes more) To amuse a girl like me So much more (much more) To confuse a girl like me They’ve got ‘tude (got ‘tude) ‘Cos while you braggin’ About your badness you … Video Rating: 4 / 5
I DO NOT OWN **Lyrics** Ball so hard, muthaf-ckas wanna fine me These niggas can’t find me Cause I’m probably in the air Cuttin’ through the clouds in a Lear G-5′in Bitch nigga, we mobbin’ Rich nigga, we buyin’, any bitch we wanna And it go ‘room when I hit that corner in a batmobile Trap for real, bullets hit ya head Make ya head go still Niggas always ask why you rap so real Cause I be in the trap sellin’ crack pills? Got them racks on ill, money so sick I don’t give a f-ck who you run and go get Ross with a boat cause I wanna go fish With his all yellow rolli got these niggas so pissed Shittin’ on these niggas where my toilet Jordan’s, you aint never seen ‘em cause I’m ballin’ Board as shit, I spent be so retarded Cause I don’t even write I’m just recording Got an AP, Rolex, Cartier to the Hublot I aint even have to hit the bank I bought this shit from a few shows With a new hoe in my view so.. beautiful, I see a few hoes Anchorman, that forecast I say it’s coming and they move the snow Ha, got a young bitch look like Nicki tho (Nicki tho) I said could ya keep a secret just like Vicki tho I let her sip Ciroc and hit the sticky tho Told her she can kiss my neck but just don’t give me no hickies ho Cause my baby momma be trippin’ All these ones I be whippin’ All this paper I be gettin’ I be dunkin on ‘em: Blake Griffin Nigga, I got now, you got no! No W’s for the loser’s tho All this ice like jewelry show Riding so slow like a funeral Look at my neck, take a look at my …
ADD ME* i dont own any copy rights to this song..just one of my favorite songs…enjoy, B Side, B side, ha, check it So, So Def Bad Boy collaboration The Notorious BIG in the house We got Da Brat in the house And me, y’all know who I be Check it I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to Funk for your trunk is what I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck ‘Cause your correct way to get your groove on flomps And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid Fucked around and made some shit you can’t fuck with They thought luck did it, but it didn’t ’cause I’m back again Back with the Big and my new-found friend Sliding in from the front, never way behind Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo’ hip Brat and Biggie Smalls Aw, shit! On top of all that, I’m so, so remarkable Flow to make you motherfuckers know Ain’t an MC coming close to touch Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so Lay on back, light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Lay on back, light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want I never knew, niggas had a clue On who was the king of the street More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat And my nigga just came home from work, release Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air (Nigga, pass that shit like you just don’t care) Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs when I’m pissed, release the Rolex from your …
