T-Pain – Booty (Remix) (feat. Young Cash)

[Intro: T-Pain]
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot
That booty, you got on you, toot toot
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot
That booty, you got on you, toot toot
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot (woo)
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, toot toot
Oh, girl, I wanna see you, twerk
I’ma make that pussy, squirt
If you scared, go to, church
Toot toot
Uh, get all up in that, skirt
Coming all over your, shirt
Put the pussy in the, dirt
Toot toot
Oh, I love that booty
Hammer dance on the booty
Don’t you put pants on the booty, oh no
Toot toot
Uh, and I miss that booty, yeah
Might need to kiss that booty, yeah
Would you let a nigga hit that booty? Oh no

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
You gotta see this bitch out, put regular pants on (girl, where them leggings?)
Impossible booty, yeah
I get my dance on
My dick fuck right on top of that booty (brrrr)
She get on the wave
Ain’t no stopping that booty (hol’ up)
She tryna get saved
I put my choppers on duty
Toot toot
Put that booty on you too
Get a million and [?], ooh, ooh
Toot toot
Boop, boop
Pop it, drop it, stop it, pop it
If I T-Mix on your shit, I’m a motherfuckin’ rocket

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, toot toot
Oh, girl, I wanna see you, twerk
I’ma make that pussy, squirt
If you scared, go to, church
Toot toot
Uh, get all up in that, skirt
Coming all over your, shirt
Put the pussy in the, dirt
Toot toot
Oh, I love that booty
Hammer dance on the booty
Don’t you put pants on the booty, oh no
Toot toot
Uh, and I miss that booty, yeah
Might need to kiss that booty, yeah
Would you let a nigga hit that booty? Oh no

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fucking heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Twerk twerk), twerk
Girl I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Twerk twerk), twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Twerk twerk)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (twerk twerk)

[Verse 3: Young Cash]
If I see that out, be your one and only
Promise, promise, I will never leave that booty lonely
I wouldn’t cheat with that booty, it’s big, what to do with that booty?
Make me a mill like that booty, put a lil pill in that booty
We rolling in the strip club, swerving my car
Like it’s stolen, she’s sitting on my lap with all of these ones
My dick growing, tell the barmaid to bring another drink
And keep pouring, just keep pouring
Tryna get that booty drunk (drunk)
She say you got me lit (got me lit)
Weed and straight Hennessy
None of that Bill Cosby shit
And you’re bouncing that booty so good
I just might make you my main thot (my thot)
That booty so round and soft
I could kill that if it’s fake, girl, or not, that booty

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Twerk twerk), twerk
Girl I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Twerk twerk), twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Twerk twerk)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (twerk twerk)

Tech N9ne – My Fault Lyrics

[Hook: Nave Monjo]
They try to take me out the game
But ain’t no stopping me
No
I’ll never change it I don’t owe any apologies
Yeah fuck what they thought
I rise and they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don’t get no applause
I’m just being me ain’t no way that it’s my fault
No no

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I was rocking a show back in ’03
A pack a people started lovin’ me lowkey
I give em a lot of more sounds
Them system cats in more towns
Rappers from Cleveland and rappers from OC
Forever bound and loving the clever sounds
With the people seeking my evil
And people runnin’ a clown throwin’ down
Lot of love going round
Got the blood blowing now
It was a group effort the Juggalos and the Metalheads, the thugs and college kids they boost records
No matter whose neck in the woods crews get work
All in together no matter whose net worth
So many years with Whoop Whoop experts
Then something got weird just like a blue Tech shirt
Hot 97 compared the two vet’s work
Pretty much said they one in the same ooh that hurts
Somebody you can’t compare to anyone
All they knew for sure is that I’m making plenty funds
I took offense to the incredible sinny brung
Its some Juggalos took it bad and wanted to gimme guns
Death threats from a couple of tough Jugs when they leader said I wasn’t really giving enough love on the show
To the Juggalo this is not for all of the family but to the few that is trippin’ to hell you can go

[Hook: Nave Monjo]
They try to take me out the game
But ain’t no stopping me
No
I’ll never change it I don’t owe any apologies
Yeah fuck what they thought
I rise and they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don’t get no applause
I’m just being me ain’t no way that it’s my fault
No no

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Last Strictly Strange Tour off in Milwaukee
3000 fans so I feel bossy
‘Cause I remember we used to play The Rave downstairs
Now we up in The Room it’s real costly
All the people they catchin’ the chills off me
My camera crew is taping the ill frosties
From the fans we making the ladies dance
And the ladies are elated, not sedated like Bill Cosby’s
They just waiting for the ooh Areola near the end of the show
Then we do Areola, we didn’t see anything but a few aureolas out of so many women so that was boo Areola
Only saw 4 from the stage when they up on the shoulders you can never tell they underage
Next day when the parent was creeping on her daughter’s page
Saw the bit of her daughter flashing and now she in a rage
She made her daughter tell authorities we made her do it
Yeah right more like the guy that raised her to it
My partner O’ apostrophe called me hostily
Saying the cameras got em yellin’ child pornography
We been doing Areola for 8 years
Now we gotta stay clear cause some fake tears
Tried to shut Tech down so I cut that now
When I bust that sound
But I betcha Milwaukee really fucked that round
When the Tech N9na come into ya town

[Hook: Nave Monjo]
They try to take me out the game
But ain’t no stopping me
No
I’ll never change it I don’t owe any apologies
Yeah fuck what they thought
I rise and they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don’t get no applause
I’m just being me ain’t no way that it’s my fault
No no

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
None of this shit is my fault
So long Areola
Yeah none of this shit is my fault
It was fun while it lasted
Know they was winning but lost
Damn
Trying to shut out a boss

Popcaan – Nah Idle

[Intro:]
Mini
Uh…uhuh
You can never have nothing if you dont work hard
Cyan achieve nothing if you dont work hard (hard work enuh)
Nah make no money if you dont work hard
Woii yoii
Cho!

[Verse 1 ]
Hustler baby, you know that a me
Fuck some real star gyal, like Gwen Stefani
Artist a cuss, true di world prefer me
Pay fi dem song, dem play mine, dem play fi free (ahaha)
Pussy dem a seh mi soon flop but a lie that
World a drive and a me a di pilot
Any bwoy violate, dem marrow, man a fly that
Cyaa diss Unruly
Pussy, don’t try that
Ha!

[Bridge:]
Some a dem nuh waan work
Not even buy him daughter a skirt
Hustling a mi grammar
Work hard, fi tek care of Rihanna
Bwoy, you nuh waan help yuh mother?
You nuh waan help yuh brother?
You vex everytime you see a youth a climb up the ladder

[Chorus:]
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
Mi granny tell mi seh, "yuh mouth need one bridle"
Bwoy, cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
From you a idlers, the Devil will find you
(Devil will find you)

[Verse 2:]
Mi work hard ’til the ting go plug in, like TV
Dem nuh know when Thuggy and Grizzle did a gi’ ‘way man CD
Mi cous’, Tyrone, tell dem, man a star from grade 3
And true man wicked and bad, no bwoy couldn’t page me
(Up to now)
Man a rise to the top, none of dat dem nuh waan see (Aye!)
Wash out unuh heart, unuh heart too nasty
Dem fi know man a real Gringo, and man a nuh Bill Cosby
And, we nuh beg people, so nuh bwoy cyaa style me (Aye!)
Me mek a vow pon mi heart, work hard like Chiney

[Bridge:]
Some a dem nuh waan work
Not even buy him daughter a skirt
Hustling a mi grammar
Work hard, fi tek care of Rihanna
If you never listen Popcaan song, make sure say you listen to da one yah

[Chorus:]
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
Bwoy, mi granny tell mi seh, "yuh mouth need one bridle"
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle (yeah)
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
(Mek sure seh you listen to da one ya)

[Chorus:]
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
Bwoy, mi granny tell mi seh, "yuh mouth need one bridle"
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle
Yeah
You cyaa just a idle, a idle, a idle, a idle

Kanye West – Facts (Charlie Heat Version) (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro]
Dirt and grime and filth inside
The story of my lifetime
Of cheating, stealing, never feeling
Pain of a brother, your dirty mother
Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are
(Perfect!)

[Hook]
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman
(You!)

[Verse 1]
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I feel so accomplished
I done talked a lot of shit but I just did the numbers
Herzog and Adidas, man you know they love it
If Nike ain’t have Drizzy, man they wouldn’t have nothin’, woo!
If Nike ain’t have Don C, man they wouldn’t have nothin’, ooh!
But I’m all for the family, tell ’em, "Get your money"
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, they line up for days
Nike out here bad, they can’t give shit away
I stuck to my roots, I’m like Jimmy Fallon
I ain’t dropped the album but the shoes went platinum (Woo!)
Every time I talk they say I’m too aggressive
I was out here spazzin’, now y’all get the message?
On the field I’m over-reckless, on my Odell Beckham
2020, I’ma run the whole election, yah!
I’ve been trending years, y’all a couple days
Yeezy in the house and we just got appraised
Nike, Nike treat employees just like slaves
Gave LeBron a billi’ not to run away (You!)
Ten-thousand dollar fur for Nori, I just copped it (You!)
Your baby daddy won’t even take your daughter shoppin’ (You!)
I done wore designers I won’t wear again
Make ’em niggas famous, they get arrogant

[Hook]
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman, ah!
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman
(Sonic boom!)

[Verse 2]
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, this is pure luxury
I give ’em Grey Poupon on a DJ Mustard, ah!
If you ain’t poppin’ shit then why you rap for? Haaan?
Plus Kimoji just shut down the app store, ah!
And we made a million a minute, we made a million a minute
(We did)
Yeah, we made a million a minute, we made a million a minute, ah!
Do anybody feel bad for Bill Cosby?
Did he forget the names just like Steve Harvey? (You!)
Tell Adidas that we need a million in production (You!)
I done told y’all, all I needed was the infrastructure (Boom!)
Now we hottest in the streets, it ain’t no discussion
James Harden, Swaggy P runnin’ up the budget (Yoga flame!)
Keep the work at my baby mama’s mama’s house
I’m a jerk, you need to work, you need to call my spouse
Yeezy, Yeezy, take a picture with me on Rodeo
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I might do my own hotel
Couches, couches, couches, couches, which one should I pick?
I need extra deep, I like my bitches extra thick (sonic boom!)
Every time I see the news, man it bring me home
Call up DJ Mano, shout out Twilite Tone
We just blessed to be alive, yeah ain’t that the truth?
So let’s celebrate the life of Timbuck2
Timbuck2, Timbuck2

[Outro]
Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are
(Perfect!)