Wiz Khalifa - "Bout Me" (feat. Problem & Iamsu!) 2013!

Lyrics:

What?
Yea

Worried bout a hater? Not me
Turned to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say

Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me, everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (what?)

Rolling, pockets swollen
Riding in it like it’s stolen
Weeded, hella conceded
If it ain’t about money, nigga I don’t need it
Got a hundred grand in my ashtray
Spend a hundred K on a bad day
And I’m tied up like a cholo
Nigga act crazy, my dogs go loco
Kush got me moving slow mo
What my nigga Poblem? That’s my bro bro
Came in through the backdoor
Ten mill this year on the low low
And I’m still smoking free rolls
Krissed out, dumb fucking with the cliko
And my bank full of zeros
Young Wiz will get fly like a hero

Worried bout a hater? Not me
Turned to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say

Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me, everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (what?)

Parling tongue with the mull, light a donut
So my weed that you is ever smoked up
Didn’t make a chocker
Like a real low ride brother, feeling like a mil up a pill
Don’t lock, we ain’t letting all my bros in
But for sure we’ll let yall hoes in
Guess when you pulling money out, baby loving it
Give a dick fore I give a bitch my government (what?)
That’s 8, I got 8 more
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Super-duper hot, 88 floor
Unzip this, that’s 8 more
Fuck a pussy and fuck rhymin
We gon live forever, fuck dyin
Get it til I drop, fuck tryin
Pedal to the metal, we flyin
In the fast lane, yelling (diamond!)

Worried bout a hater? Not me
Turned to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say

Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me, everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (what?)

Everything about me
Youg wild nigga, mouth full of gold teeth
Treenbay.com, like to swap meat
Goin crazy on a bitch until she knock me
I’m in that hella fast whip goin top speed
Make a mess in that pussy and then she mop clean
I drop racks and she drop G’s
Smoke green as I lean, top droppin
Nigga I am all about a buck, falling out a truck
Probly with some hoes that I just met and yea they all gon fuck
Got a man calling up the homies, blowing all the mug
Tryna figure outwhich girl is, she probably toasted
Uh, like a champagne glass
So much money, there ain’t a damn thing sap
Do my damn thing in my campaign add
Let’s get straight to it, don’t let a damn thing past me (what?)

Worried bout a hater? Not me
Turned to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say

Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me, everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (what?)

XV - Awesome

Lyrics:
Cause I feel so, awesomeHow you feel, awesomeI guess that's, awesomeShorty you fine and ya body is, awesomeWanna roll? AwesomeWell let's go. AwesomeHands in the sky like
I'm A-W-E, some call me awesomeSome call me Vizzy, honeys call me oftenGator on my shirt, what did it Lacoste him?Jesus Christ I'm good, please don't cross himHow rude, Stephanie TannerYou don't gotta watch me but please watch your mannersAnd I be getting green so mean, Bruce BannerGift of flow and presence, man, I'm the new santaAnd, uh, I'm saying, Kansas where I'm staying withIt's be bang banging likes Pops on the Wayan'sAnd even through the hating and wars, they thought I stay inWho you playing, I done went Super SaiyanThis that, off the glass, off the floor, off the wall jamWe in the building, you wishing you had the floor plansYou just a doorman, doormanI wish I had more hands
Now tell me what got two thumbs and knows how to spit rhymes?Two thumbs up, you goin' point 'em at this guyAl Edison couldn't be this fly, so ask how I feel and you know I reply like
I feel so, awesomeHow you feel, awesomeI guess that's, awesomeShorty you fine and ya body is, awesomeWanna roll? AwesomeWell let's go. AwesomeHands in the sky like

Ay, I'm awesome, every time I lay it downI think that I kill 'em, play possumDeath proof, ride with Rosario DawsonTell 'em open wide when they see how I'm flossing, ching!Cooler than a peppermint, Wayne's World excellentParty on Garth, shwing!, work ethic harder than a MexicanThat's why I can walk up into any restaurant and close the whole thingSee, even G couldn't F with itSemi colon dash parenthesis, text messagingThat's a side smiley face 'cause I'mma make the best of itI assume you should make room for the elephantBoom, where I come from is irrelevant'Cause my glory is all that I revel inAnd my story begins where most others endSo all I really got to tell 'em is
Now tell me what got two thumbs and knows how to spit rhymes?Two thumbs up, you goin' point 'em at this guyAl Edison couldn't be this fly, so ask how I feel and you know I reply like
I feel so, awesomeHow you feel, awesomeI guess that's, awesomeShorty you fine and ya body is, awesomeWanna roll? AwesomeWell let's go. AwesomeHands in the sky like
I feel so, awesomeHow you feel, awesomeI guess that's, awesomeShorty you fine and ya body is, awesomeWanna roll? AwesomeWell let's go. Awesome

Gucci Mane - Bullet Wound (Lil Wayne & Young Scooter)

Lyrics:

Gucci Mane La Fleur, millionaire but don’t give no care
Tote my pistol anywhere, go to war with a grizzly bear
Break yo’ house with yo’ kids in there
Call the folks I had been in there
AK and my sig in there, drop top, bitch where ceiling gone?
Your girl never had crystal Louboutin’s, so I bought her a pair
Really it’s not an affair cause she fucked a millionaire
Matchin’ with a cooler fool, these fuck niggas with bullet stitches
Hangin’ out my breaches, you can see this from a distance
I got bloods and crips with 30 clips
Fresh ass nigga with a dirty pistol
I’m the same nigga that fucked yo’ sister
You so broke, can’t buy no pistol
I’ll buy yo’ bitch, I’ll buy yo’ life
Don’t know when, but yo’ mama miss ya
Every day I’m on drive nigga, never catch me in neutral
Ain’t doin’ nothing that you did first
We’ll loose you nigga, not converse
In the concert of my convert
Got the right player, but the wrong person
I got yella gold, I got Rolls gold
I got pink diamonds like Starbucks
I don’t rehearse, I don’t plan first
I need a strong hook, I call the right person

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Yellow bone, butt naked
If the pussy wack, eject it
Man all my hoes be actin’ like detectives
But I don’t give a fuck and if I did, I would give it to you
That rainbow has two colors, rhythm and blues
Yeah, I just hope Father Time, my time’s only
Say we runnin’ out of time? Tell that to a time bomb
Yeah, then she kiss me on my bullet wound
Who are you? Cause motherfucker I’m me, fuckin’ right
And if she say she catching that nut, I throw a strike
I can’t believe this butter, go get my butter knife
Shoot a nigga twice in case he live a double life
Lil Tunechi, yeah

[Verse 2 - Young Scooter]
Shawty pussy wet, the dope trippin’ wet
I live a double life, I got a stupid dumb check
I do this shit that rappers do without a rap check
I shit on hoes and pour out fo’s, I got street respect
I hit you with that collar, you won’t live a double life
I hit you niggas last week, so I got double strike
Foreign bad bitch and she fuckin’ on sight
I go Hublo’s, I got Rollies, I got ice on top of ice

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Yellow bone, butt naked
If the pussy wack, eject it
Man all my hoes be actin’ like detectives
But I don’t give a fuck and if I did, I would give it to you
That rainbow has two colors, rhythm and blues
Yeah, I just hope Father Time, my time’s only
Say we runnin’ out of time? Tell that to a time bomb
Yeah, then she kiss me on my bullet wound
Who are you? Cause motherfucker I’m me, fuckin’ right
And if she say she catching that nut, I throw a strike
I can’t believe this butter, go get my butter knife
Shoot a nigga twice in case he live a double life
Lil Tunechi, yeah

Tha Dogg Pound ft. Snoop Dogg - LA Here's To You

Lyrics:

For being the kind of place a man can do his due
Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks
Bumpin’ all night long, out on Sunset Strip…

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps
We’d like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California – yessir
(For being the kind of place a man can do his due
Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks
Bumpin’ all night long, out on Sunset Strip…)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
Blew a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scottie once said it gets better with time
Eastside, Long Beach, but this LA County on minds
Yeah, this is the sign of the times
One of a kind, and this might blow your mind
This ain’t no TV show, bow wow, yippie yo
Standin’ on your tippy-toe, nigga here we, here we go
Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard
Left ‘em burnin’ on my auntie’s front yard
Don’t disrespect or disregard
Shout out to the whole motherf-ckin’ Crip card
Dip hard, wreck hard, used to pop, lock
You turn on the wrong street and you will get got
Move through the city like fee-fi-fo
Creep slow in a four, motherfuck 5-0

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Look, Dogg Pound gangsters, we gotta dump off
Unless you wanna hear that pump cough
Watch who you talk on
And watch the different streets you walk on
I mob like a mobster
Like a motherf-ckin’ monster
Don’t make me approach you
Contraband in my hand with the homes from the land
With a plan to expand and leave with a hundred grand
With my pistol in my hand, just me, Daz and… Big Snoop
That nigga ain’t never kept out the loop
Is this the way you livin’?
In this land of the unforgiven
Man, be wary how you livin’
So let me show you where the f-ck we livin’

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Daz Dillinger]
The glamour, the lights, turn the city into the place you wanna be at
Them Dogg Pound gangsters, yeah, yeah, we bizzack
Four-figure raw to Pacific Palisades
I counted kindly with culture, blow it in the fray
Blind by the sun rays, I put on my locs
Skirt that Sunset as I ride and smoke
I’m clockin’ 22 miles on that famous boulevard
Echo Park, Silver Lake, never smoked in my car
Treacherous and arrogance, yeah, it’s four lanes wide
Esses, Asians, niggas, yeah, and One-Time
History is stymied from…
From prostitution to whole-sellin’ all that
Live on Sunset strip with a black-and-white, blam, blam
Pistol on the grip, yeah, takin’ others’ shit
You see us as we ride by
Exit 405, now this shit is gettin’ live, we in…

Yelawolf Daddy´s Lambo

Lyrics:
Damn rich, peanut butter guts in a Lamborghini, whoa
You must have white bread, let's make a sandwich
Now, I ain't never seen money like you got
Nobody got that kind of money in the Boondocks
So if you take me up show me the Balcony looking over
The Hollywood valley I'll make your balloon pop
Pop stars like you, you need a dude like me
To appreciate your wealth
I know you got an elevator in your house
But with me you appreciate the steps
Act like you don't wanna see how much of this Jack Daniels you can handle
You wanna drink and get cut like Rambo?
And let me drive your Daddy's Lambo

[Chorus:]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with Kim, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
You're young and reckless, nice little diamond necklace
Got a pint sized vodka drink and your pretty in pink
Wanna go get breakfast
Though you ain't never been to waffle house
Always hanging in guys and dolls
If you came to the shop, I'd put you in a Chevrolet and we slide to the mall
Yeah I came to the club in a pair of Famous jeans and DTA hoody
But I'm walkin' through the party with rogue status looking for Beverly Hills goody's
Yelawolf and I'm an Alabama boy
Got more bounce than a salamander boy
Need a rich girl like I need a headache
But I'll take it if I can drive your Daddy's toy

[Chorus:]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with Kim, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
What you got in that tote bag
That one of a kind Prada
That beautiful behind inspires me
Makes one of my rhymes harder
Your daddy made a fine daughter
Make me wanna turn this wine from water
Keep the party going in and keep an 808 bumping cause Drama made a beat that'll climb the chart
Money, money, money, money, money
Ain't it funny what a hunny and a Lamborghini will do
Some will run into a hundred dollar bill
And drill a dick on any Tom and Harry with them 24 inch shoes
But come and explore this dude
Analyze my swing
It's slick Rick E. Bobby baby
Gotta let me drive that thing, come on

[Chorus:]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with Kim, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?

[Outro:]
Just whip it around you know
Up the hills
I ain't gonna wreck it, I promise
Sit yo drunk ass back
Drama Beats, Yelawolf, ghettovision
What up Rob Dyrdek
Fantasy Factory Bitch
Holler at chyea

Mr Capone Summertime anthem!

Lyrics:
[Fingazz (Mr. Capone-E in background):] 
Nothin' like the summertime 
Baby 
Homies in the park goin' 
Crazy 
Cruisin' down the block with ya 
Lady 
In the 
In the 
In the sunshine (Oh!) 

[Chorus: Fingazz] 
Kickin' back to the summertime anthem 
Cruisin' in ya ride to the summertime anthem 
I know you feelin' that summertime anthem 
So get down to the summertime anthem 
Summertime (Yeah) 
Summertime (Yeah) 
Summertime (Yeah) 
I know you feelin' it 
Yeah, yeah 

[Verse 1: Mr. Capone-E] 
It's summertime, and I feelin' so good 
Wake up in the morning with the player's groove 
The weather is hot, and I'm in my drop top 
Family and friends rolling through the parking lot 
Today's a good day, so call up the DJ [Fingazz scratching] 
Bring the Gatorade 
It's a sunny day 
By the way, I'm so fresh and so clean 
Out of the sunshine, you know what I mean 
And not to find no stress, and so it's time to chill 
A moment of real action with a meat on the grill 
And for real [wolf whistle] 
The girl's lookin' so fine 
Dressed to impressed, and the weather's 89 
All the time 
The homies bring the cars out 
Black, white, brown, Asians, no doubt [lowrider] 
It's a holiday 
It's a sunny day 
Summertime anthem, sing along 
Hey 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2:] 
It's still hot 
As we reach the mid-day 
Water balloon fights 
And the kids play 
Another day in the summer sunshine 
Kites in the air, as the food gets prepared 
All the fellas lookin' for the pretty girls 
The pretty, pretty girls out in the summer world 
Like DJ Jazzy Jeff 
And Fresh Prince 
It's Summertime again, let's reminisce 
And how summer comes and goes, and comes again 
School's out, let's all have some fun again 
Everyone with their ringtones blowing up 
It's the summer anthem song, so you know what's up 
Play it loud in the park, cruisin' in your ride 
Everybody enjoy life, these are the good times 
Nevermind your problems, they go ahead 
It's summertime, everyday is a good day 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3:] 
Now it's 6 o'clock and it's feelin' so good 
Summer breeze spreadin' throughout the neighborhood 
Time to pack up the bags, and to roll on out 
Jumped in the vehicles with the music playing loud 
Boastin' 
Like it was '94 
Remember Whittier Boulevard after the car show (Sho!) 
Dammit 
Those were the good old days 
But the summertime's back, and it's time to play 

[Bridge: Fingazz] 
Nothin' like the summertime 
Baby 
Homies in the park goin' 
Crazy 
Cruisin' down the block with ya 
Lady 
In the 
In the 
In the sunshine 
Nothin' like the summertime 
Baby 
Girls lookin' hot, they a- 
Maze up 
I'm so fresh, so clean, so they praise me 
In the 
In the 
In the summertime 

[Chorus] 

[Hook: Mr. Capone-E (Mr. Capone-E & Fingazz in background)] 
West coast (Feelin' it, summertime anthem) 
Esat coast (Feelin' it, summertime anthem) 
Midwest (Feelin' it, summertime anthem) 
Down south (Feelin' it, summertime anthem) 

[Mr. Capone-E:] 
Yeah 
Summertime 
It's that summertime anthem 
Ha ha 

Joe Budden - NBA ft. Wiz Khalifa, French Montana

Lyrics:
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin'
Racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team
I should join the league
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
Cause bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin
I fuck her once, don't call her
My niggas gettin' that green, we in a different league
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Got so much money I got racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Bitch so much money my shit stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks
You see me smokin' and you know I got that pack, I got that sack
I got that O, I hit the club I lose control
I smoke that loud
I know the grower, ball like the owner
Hits this gin make things move slower
I'm never sober, roll some weed our eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school ride it sounds just like a newer motor
They're wondering how I get these mills,
And still live like a stoner, no other way
I get a 100k from each promoter or more than that
Hold up money, long it don't fold up,
Let me get some gin pour up, got some bomb weed roll up,
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game, they got it from us
I'm with my gang and my niggas go nuts
You talkin' money best believe I show up
And all the real niggas know us

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Talkin' money but walkin' funny, is it any reason ya'll starvin'
I spell bull and by spelling force
Do I really need to bag your part?
And my jersey say James I don't play games,
Like Bron when he in that Garden
And, wait I said that all wrong,
She don't need to rock when I put my hard in
My new nickname is just watch
Might not join might just watch
New yacht master just a watch
Doubten me I tell em just watch
Them diamonds yellow them beams are red
And them hands are tucked they don't show
Plus them shooters with me got the green light
So why the fuck you don't think they won't go?
Hold up, your chick traded post game
And no shame she felt your man
She probably on Joe Johnson
Cause I never be on that Elton Brand
It's YSL, she's fly as hell
Tell the come to go to my ride
You can't blame hoes ain't Peter Rose
Now she a thorne in my side
Grow up, P-R-P-S is over my Timbs
Way shorty blew me at it was only right I showed her my bench
Let my millions hit, when the fan hit
Spend all these bills on liquor
Fricken Jersey love is team
Still we got the realest niggas Joey

[Hook]

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Keep a bad bitch on my team
Got bout 5 ounce of that lean
My chain blue-ray on that screen
I spent two days countin that cream
Got bout five acres on my doorway
Your main bitch is my throw away
Got bout eight whips they brainless
My main bitch like shorty
Got my top down her hair out
Isolate and she clear out
Fast break my bread straight
One hand shake and I bail out
Hit streets corner bitches callin tell em break friend
Derrick Rose ballin bitch never goin broke again
[?] my shades
Clear ice they skate
Lebron James on that break
Real estate with that lake
Shootin from half court got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block