Bernie Mac

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – White Walls lyrics

(feat. ScHoolboy Q & Hollis)

[Intro: Macklemore]
I wanna be free
I wanna just live
Inside my Cadillac
That is my shit
Now throw it up (I throw that up)
That’s what it is (that’s what it is)
In my C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, bitch (biatch)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Can’t see me through my tints (nah ah)
I’m riding real slow (slow motion)
In my paint, wet, dripping, shining like my 24s (umbrella)
I ain’t got 24s (nuh-uh)
But I’m on those Vogues
That’s those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag
I’m rolling in that same whip that my granddad had
Hello haters, damn y’all mad
30K on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?

[Hook: Hollis]
I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Man, I’m lounging
In some shit Bernie Mac would’ve been proud of
Looking down from heaven like damn that’s stylish
Smilin’, don’t pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? Illegally going 120
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
They cannot catch me, I’m smashing
I’m ducking, bucking them out here
I’m looking fucking fantastic, I am up in a classic
Now I know what it’s like under the city lights
Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
The same one we walked across as kids
Knew I’d have a whip but never one like this
Old school, old school, candy paint, two seater
Yea, I’m from Seattle, there’s hella Honda Civics
I couldn’t tell you about paint either
But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours
And roll on over to the dealer
And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer
Got the keys in as I was leaving I started screaming

[Hook: Hollis]
I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Backwoods and dope
White hoes in the backseat snortin’ coke
She doing line after line like she’s writing rhymes
I had her inhalin’ my love, tryna blow her mind
Cadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on
14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone
Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron
Driving smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes
(Fuckin’ lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it, and the Vogues too
Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin’ the buns all on
My dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball
Tryna fuck ’em all
Never park the whip, see what’s poppin’ at the mall
Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my balls
You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls
I’m motherfuckin’ awe-
-some, swear these sights tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
See the lust stuck up in her eyes
Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
Or does she want it low?
‘Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you’ll never know
So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit
Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it
Slide ’til the gas is finished
Q

[Hook: Hollis]
Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Hook: Hollis]
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright

Childish Gambino – I. The Worst Guys lyrics

(feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper & Childish Gambino]
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some…
All she needed was some

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
At a Clippers game on the courtside (side)
Watch a nigga shoot like a four-five (five)
They mad at me too, I got more fire
When these bitches see you “Go home, Roger”
(Go home, Roger)
Tia and Tamara in my bed, I’m a smart guy
I ain’t fucking with you niggas like apartheid (nah)
Hits on my list, check my archive
I’m something so immaculate, instead of asking what’s happening
Rather blast a Jackson 5 in the back of an Acura
Acting blacker than a Bernie Mac, two Charlie Murphys and Akon
The girls that you brought man, where are they from?
Where are they from? We were playing PlayStation
Why you standing there? Say some
Girl, say some, no, this ain’t a vacation
This is my house, my house, all she needed was some

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper & Childish Gambino]
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some…
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Bought a new bath, 8K, nigga
Wanna take shots? AK, nigga
When I ball, I’ma ball, King James, nigga
Uncle Ben in my hand, make change, nigga
And I’m out of this world like Tang, nigga
That’s a space bar, man, I hate y’all
You only come around
When you wanna play pool or my hot tub
Ice cream paint job in the garage
I had a ménage, and murdered the vag’
But, afterwards, it was awkward as fuck
Cause I’m nervous as fuck and could not get it up
I-I-I-I, I need a minute, cold water to the face
I-I, I couldn’t finish, got the Uber from her place
On my porch smoking vapor, hit with the Sunday paper
Listening to the neighbors…

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper & Childish Gambino]
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)

[Outro: Childish Gambino & Chance The Rapper]
Oh gosh, oh my God (all she needed was some)
Oh my God (all she needed was some)
Know tonight, our neighbors (all she needed was some)
Are all alone, no no, no no no no no (all she needed was some)

B.o.B – Under The Dome (Elements Album)

[Intro]
*Elevator Ding*
Ground Floor
Going Down
*Elevator Ding*
Lower Ground Floor
*Sinister laughter*
(Man #1) Oh look
(Man #2) Oh look at you
*Loudspeaker* Doctor Forrest dial 118 please, Doctor Forrest please dial…
R.E.M. accessible

[Verse 1]
Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep, though
Acid rain, I’m asleep though
Fluoride water, I’m asleep, though
New World Order, I’m asleep though
Diabetes soda, I’m asleep though
Cloned and Modified beef, though
Heavy metals all in the drinks, though
Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though

[Chorus/Hook]
Put him in it…
Put him in it…
Put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it

[Verse 2]
FEMA coffins
The people watching
Counting sheep, niggas sheep walking
All these dickriders, where’s Lorena Bobbit
Blogs ain’t talking bout shit but baby mommas
You don’t wanna stir the pot
You don’t wanna detox
I’m asleep though..
You ever heard of Basquiat
You don’t want a 2pac
You want Love & Hip-Hop
I’m asleep though..
Cops taking cheap shots, all weak, though
False Flag headlines all week, though
Chalk outline on the street, though
I’m just tryna make it out alive, in one piece, though
(Piece, though/Pistol!)
I’m asleep, though
Cloned politicians don’t sleep, though
Earth flat as fuck, I’m asleep though
Geo-engineering, I’m asleep, though
Diabetes soda, I’m asleep, though
New World Order, I’m asleep, though
Cloned and Modified beef, though
Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though

[Chorus/Hook]
Put him in it…
Put him in it…
Put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it

[Verse 3]
I’m asleep, though
Feds follow a nigga in his street clothes
Hoes ain’t sticking to the G code (nope!)
Suck a nigga dick for free, but charge me though
I’m asleep though
Click, clack, bang, bang and reload
Hoes set a nigga up for the kilo
?????? baby I’m crazy, no Cee Lo
I don’t sleep, though
Deep underground ET’s though
Bernie Mac’s man soul, rest in peace though
Found May 28th, well, we know (we know)
We know
Nigga, what you talking about?
Talk is talk, and do’ers do shit people talk about
Nothing to argue about
How must I remind ya, I don’t wear designer
No Genre attire (No Genre!)
Monsanto was all up inside your vaginas, tampons pantie liners
Jenna Verg got all of the kids confused, teaching Sex Ed in preschool
Designer babies in the wombs (clones!)
Stars shining through the moon
But I’m asleep, though
Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep though
Fluoride Water, I’m asleep though
Acid rain, I’m asleep though
Diabetes soda, I’m asleep though
New World Order, I’m asleep though
Cloned and Modified beef, though
Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though

[Chorus/Hook]
Put him in it…
Put him in it…
Put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it