Tinashe – Hopscotch Lyrics

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[Intro]
Alright we got another beautiful day here in sunny Los Angeles
California, let’s take a look at our seven day forecast
We’re seeing lots of sunshine all week long
Temperature’s in the mid to upper 70s and don’t forget
It’s Taco Tuesdays, we got blow, hoes and endo

[Verse 1]
Hey, when I’m lonely, I always blow up
Top drop, feel like Otis, I always pour it up
Two time, never on me, as soon this shit is nice
I love when you notice and know I go nuts
Dip dip like a donut, I’m hardly okay
Lipstick on my soda, gon’ pour it on your face
Move bitch, bitch I’m Luda
As soon this shit is nice
Cash Cash, I got too much
Pour some just in case

[Chorus]
Hopscotch, blocks hot, pop rocks, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop bop, bop, drop top
‘Cuz I own it
Blocks hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop bop, bops, drop top
‘Cuz I own it

[Verse 2]
Hey, when I’m lonely
I hear my main bitch
Two shots better pour it
You really off the shits
All laid like a brownie
We ballin kinda nice
Loose chains that’s a throwaway
That’s really real rich

[Chorus]
Hopscotch, blocks hot, hotbox, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop bop, bop, drop top
‘Cuz I own it
Blocks hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop bop, bops, drop top
‘Cuz I own it

[Bridge]
This shit right here, I like it a lot
Got so many cars, I’ma need a lot
I been going and don’t know when to stop
I been going and don’t know when to stop
These hoes wanna be like me
(Like me, like me)
These hoes wanna be like me
(Like me, like me)
Ta-da-da, I need some coupe (?)
Beverly and Fairfax, if you’re down to mob
Gettin’ Jon & Vinny’s, want fusilli spicy sauce
Paparazzi on me ‘cuz they know that I’m a star
Got these titties sittin extra pretty in a bra
Why she said he grindin, I ain’t ever fallen off
Switch on me, you never get back what you lost
(What’s up my SoCal gals)

[Chorus]
Hopscotch, blocks hot, hotbox, off top
Like I know it
Non stop, bop bop, bop, drop top
‘Cuz I own it
Ta-da-da
Blocks hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non stop, bop bop, bops, drop top
‘Cuz I own it
Ta-da-da

[Outro]
Oh ladies and gentlemen it’s hot
Hot like Lebron in the fourth quarter
And it’s caliente outside

Flying Lotus – Ain’t No Coming Back Lyrics

[Chorus: Busdriver]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

[Verse 1: Busdriver]
News flash!
The world cracks wide the fuck open
Swallowing you and your homies whole
Whole notes, holistic remedies, the whole kit and kaboodle
It is holier than thou
Digested by the earth, I’ve been jailed in the essence
Bewitched, imprisoned, disappear in the black expanse

[Chorus]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

[Verse 2]
Grounded, yeah I’ve been grounded
Angelic limbs in flight taxidermied into coat hangers
My son asked me if we would live
My son truthfully asked me if we would live
Carbonite breakfast cereals with a cyanide taste profile
Leaving little room for imagination
Either that or nothing but room for imagination
Come to the temple of the intergalactic high command
To distract from your tomb, to distract from your tomb
Awash in afterworld reasoning and hood magic, made into metaphysics
Comb-straight, as streets crumble and bones break
As streets crumble and bones break
It’s mixing ash with blood, as the hell is normalized
Welcome to Los Angeles, motherfucker!

[Chorus]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

Frank Ocean – Lost lyrics

[Verse 1]
Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
(Yo we going to Florida)
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain’t been going to work
Boss ain’t working you like this
He can’t take care of you like this

[Hook]
Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
(There he goes, one of God’s own prototypes)
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
(Too weird to live, too rare to die)
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Bridge]
She’s at a stove (huh!)
Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)
I promise she’ll be whipping meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
No, nothing wrong (ain’t nothing wrong) with a lie (ooh, ooh)
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
With another short plane ride (ain’t nothing wrong)
Through the sky (up in the sky)
You and I (just you and I)

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Outro]
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost

Jaden Smith – Falcon lyrics

(feat. Raury)

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
You got the cash, well I’m about to come and embezzlement
I am on a whole ‘nother level
I put the bass up in your face and you’re feeling it treble
You jokers corny like kettle
My superflow is so olympic that I need a medal
Pop out the bushes like “Hello!”
I reach for the top, never settle, you say you rock, you a pebble
I’m rock and roll, I’m heavy metal
Where are you now? Where are you now? I’m whipping it
Sitting back, listening, where are you, where are you now?
Whipping it, butterfly, butterfly, where are you now?
Falcon, falcon, falcon

[Hook: Jaden Smith]
Cops on the road, fuck ’em
There’s cops on the road, there’s cops on the road, fuck ’em
There’s cops on the road, falcon, I’m on the move
Cops on the road, douse ’em, I got you all bouncing
Falcon

[Bridge: Raury]
I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
I’m so curious of where it goes, oh
Who really cares? We won’t be there
When kingdom comes, it all falls do-o-o-o-own

[Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
Ooohh (cops on the road)
I hope wherever you are
You can see all of the stars, constellations
I’m impatient, you are beautiful (beautiful)
You should know (you should know)
Wherever you go, I’ma follow
Wherever you go, I’ma follow
My heart is so hollow, I’m high as Apollo
Seventeen, having problems with all of them models
Who got them red bottoms and bottles
We gotta go skrrt, hand on the throttle
Oh, only you could hold me down
What do you think that I’m doing when you’re not around?
I’m just at home by myself
Or out with them girls but we both know that doesn’t help me
No, no, I’m ready to go, so much better than before
Nigga said I wasn’t dope but now my head is on the road

[Break: Jaden Smith]
Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
Bounce, bounce (cops, falcon)

[Verse 3: Raury & Jaden Smith]
Back and I’m relaxed in East Atlanta
I’m an African-American, a variant to what my city’s lacking
The world has gone to hell, I just roll up the gas
And pass it all around the circle to my day one homies
Oh, you actin’ like you know me?
Remember when I was so lowkey
Chill in the cut with a doobie and a cutie
Man I gotta live life, I know they gon’ judge me
(Ohhh) But that’s a necessary evil, uh
And I was born to sin like people, oh
(My eyes are right) I’m living a lie
Trying to do what is right, yeah
Go on mama, do your dance
Need my money in advance, the Louie V pants
I’m never playing bout my bands
Kick in your door, “doo doo doo!” with the tool in my hand
Raury they don’t understand
We had to stick it to the man, we bout to hit the road
Get the money where I can
Let them hate on this event (that’s just a piece of the plan)

[Skit: News reporter]
Breaking news. There seems to be a high speed police chase, at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway. There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors. This is interesting, stay tuned…

[Outro]
Do you remember now?
Syre, the boy who chased the sunset, until it chased him
The boy who had no fears, until he faced them
The boy whose words seem to never make sense
This is ninety

Hollywood Undead – California Dreaming lyrics

[Verse 1: J-Dog & Funny Man]
Like a sink hole
Like a sink hole
Stars are born then fucking ate up in a day slow
What does it show?
What does it show?
C-C-Cut off all the tethers to your lost soul
Think about a time, on a dotted line
Venice Beach, cut throats on the shoreline
It ain’t a fucking crime, I’m taking back what’s mine
Los Angeles, we on the front line
Click-click-boom, let ’em fall
Lining ’em up with a semi-matic auto
Hear the call, hear the call
Hop in the whip to demonstrate that I’m out though
When I do it like this
With a wiffle ball bat
Surf’s up, bitches, and it’s like that
Hollywood coming to attack

[Chorus: Danny]
I’m no shooting star
Just a burning heart
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
Running through the dark
Broken boulevards
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
In California, we’re dreaming

[Verse 2: Johnny 3 Tears & Funny Man]
Armageddon now, Armageddon now
Coked out skeletons, come back down
Break ’em down, gotta break ’em down
Broke down Ford lights sing so loud
The greatest story ever told
The greatest five ever known
Dead men walking
Audition for the big show
It’s biblical
It’s also cynical
In the land of make-believe, the situation’s critical
Sink into the ocean like some martyrs at our pinnacle
Yeah, it’s just a vision, but the waves are fucking literal
As above…
.. So below
You wanna go to heaven, but you sold your soul
Dying young…
… I’m growing cold
Cut yourself apart, so you don’t grow old
We’re living in denial…
… But we’re doing it in style
Out here in California and it’s a trial by fire

[Chorus: Danny]
I’m no shooting star
Just a burning heart
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
Running through the dark
Broken boulevards
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
In California, we’re dreaming

[Bridge: Charlie Scene & Danny]
Tension hidden in the question
Underneath the dreams I hold
I can see rejection in my own reflection
I can feel my dreams grow cold
Dreams grow cold

[Chorus: Danny]
I’m no shooting star
Just a burning heart
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
Running through the dark
Broken boulevards
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
In California, we’re dreaming

[Outro: Danny]
In California…
In California, we’re dreaming
In California

Jorja Smith – Lost lyrics

[Verse 1]
Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain’t been going to work
Boss ain’t working you like this
He can’t take care of you like this

[Hook]
Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Bridge]
She’s at a stove
Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)
I promise she’ll be whipping up meals for a family of her own some day
Nothing wrong
No, nothing wrong with a lie
Nothing wrong
With another short plane ride
Through the sky
You and I

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Outro]
Love lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all

Anderson .Paak – ‘Тil It’s Over

[Verse 1]
We stayed up all night watching the comedy show
That aged whiskey and hydro
Good lord, what a nice conversation
I’m too floored to get anywhere safely
You know I talk about you highly
I’m fascinated for the time being
We can laugh until the morning
Or we can dance in the hallway

[Pre-Chorus]
Only one more night in Los Angeles
I really thought I could handle it
But the funny thing is, I was holding back tears
I didn’t think this day would happen
I give all this up for a chance at it
You would have thought I’d be the man for this
But the funny thing is, we can never stay here
I didn’t think this day could happen

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Verse 2]
And don’t all this new music sound the same?
Yeah, we must be getting old and grey
We left early, girl, that bed was shitty anyway
We went home and left our clothes up in the living space, aye
Would you stay if your heart had the power?
Would you run and find another life to imitate?
It’s important that we make the best of short time
You could never be my one and only, anyway
Say, can’t a young man dream?
Can’t we all live the life on a widescreen?
What’s the point? Yeah
Yeah, we had fun, if only for the time being

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

Anderson .Paak – ‘Til It’s Over Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We stayed up all night watching the comedy show
That aged whiskey and hydro
Good lord, what a nice conversation
I’m too floored to get anywhere safely
You know I talk about you highly
I’m fascinated for the time being
We can laugh until the morning
Or we can dance in the hallway

[Pre-Chorus]
Only one more night in Los Angeles
I really thought I could handle it
But the funny thing is, I was holding back tears
I didn’t think this day would happen
I give all this up for a chance at it
You would have thought I’d be the man for this
But the funny thing is, we can never stay here
I didn’t think this day could happen

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Verse 2]
And don’t all this new music sound the same?
Yeah, we must be getting old and grey
We left early, girl, that bed was shitty anyway
We went home and left our clothes up in the living space, aye
Would you stay if your heart had the power?
Would you run and find another life to imitate?
It’s important that we make the best of short time
You could never be my one and only, anyway
Say, can’t a young man dream?
Can’t we all live the life on a widescreen?
What’s the point? Yeah
Yeah, we had fun, if only for the time being

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

Jaden Smith – Falcon (feat. Raury)

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
You got the cash, well I am about to come in and embezzle it
I am on a whole ‘nother level
I put the bass up in your face
You’re feeling it treble
You jokers corny like kettle
My superflow is olympic that I need a medal
Pop out the bushes like "Hello!"
I reach for the top and never settle
You say you rock, you a pebble
I rock and roll, I’m heavy metal
Where are you now
Where are you now (I’m whipping it)
Sitting back, Listening
Where are you, Where are you now
(Dipping it, butterfly, butterfly)
Where are you now
Falcon, Falcon, Fuck em

[Hook: Jaden Smith]
There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
There’s cops on the road
There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
There’s cops on the road, Falcon
I’m on the move
Cops on the road, Douse em
I got you all bouncing, Falcon

[Bridge 1: Raury]
I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
I’m so curious of where we go, oh
Who really cares, we won’t be there
When kingdom comes, it all falls down

[Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
I hope wherever you are
You can see all of the stars, constellations
I’m impatient, you are
Beautiful (beautiful)
You should know (you should know)
Wherever you go, imma follow
Wherever you go, imma follow
My heart is so hollow, I’m high as Apollo
Seventeen, having problems with all of them models
Who rather bring bottles on bottles
We gotta go skrt, hand on the throttle

[Bridge 2: Jaden Smith]
Oh only you, can hold me down
What do you think I’m doing when you’re not around
I’m just at home by myself
(Or out with them girls, oh we both know that doesn’t help me)
(No, no I’m ready to go)
So much better than before
Nigga said I wasn’t dope
But now my head is on the road

[Break]
Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
Bounce, Bounce (Cops, Falcon)

[Verse 3: Raury & Jaden Smith]
Looking at my life East Atlanta
I’m an African American a variant to what my city’s like
The world’s going to hell
I just roll up the gas
And pass it all around the circle for my day 1 homies
Oh, you acting like you know me
Remember when I was so lowkey
Chill in the club, with a doobie and a cutie
Well I got a lil vibe, I know they gone judge me
But that’s a necessary evil
And I was gonna sin like people
I’m living a lie, trying to do this right
Go mama do your dance
Leave my money in advance, the Louie V pants
I’m never playing bout my bands
Kick in your door, “Doo! Doo! Doo!"
With the tool in my hand
Raury they don’t understand
We had to stick it to the man
We bout to hit the road
Leave the money where I can
Let them hate on this event
That’s just a piece of the plan

[Skit: News reporter]
Breaking news. There seems to be a high speed police chase, at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway. There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors. This is interesting stay tuned

No le meten – Gera feat. Jay Romero letra

Letra Gera – No le meten

hoy vamos directo, pa’ que entienda el mensaje, el que busca encuentra hoy es su aterrizaje, que suba no baje nadie se relaje, nuevo equipaje en la calle les traje(no le meten)

van a saber quien cuida de la zona, porque mi cuatro gana cada que pisa la loma, en cima de un billete la calle es lo que apasiona, los tuyos sin quincena sabemos que nunca accionan, sabemos del visne lo que me menciona, nunca perdonar al puto que te traiciona,
yo pido por ustedes que el odio no se lo coma, los serios del negocio no camino con broma, siempre iluminado cuando en el micro me monto, que dios siempre bendiga este callejero tongo, que no me griten nada porque la cara le pongo, lo bailó donde sea, ponme la caja y bombo

yo he trabajo en lo mío aunque la cuerda me sofoca, traiganme dos de champagne… tengo todos los estilos ya les he callado la boca y al cabron que no se calle le toca por que le toca!

a mi no me vengan con cuentos, yo quiero el cheque completo(x3)
aunque no haya feria le meto,
no le meten cómo le meto. (x3)

¡Yee! desde pequeño pude hablar de una vida gangster, una vida ilegal, pura morra elegante, nunca he hablado de eso…una vez adentro no hay como salvarse, ya soy más grande quiero estar en todas partes, Salud, poder, dinero, diamantes, esa es la neta disculpa el descaro, busco más en que poder gastar mi varo, criticando lo que uno anda gastando, lo mismo andan buscando parce, para esto se nace vato, no importa el dinero ni la clase, montante pegando internacional todos en busca de jale profesional, ninguno a pegado al cristal, la estoy reventando y no quiero parar

a mi no me vengan con cuentos, yo quiero el cheque completo. (x3)
aunque no haya feria le meto,
No le meten cómo le meto. (x3)

quiero quedarme en vivo poder ver como amanece, que la calle pese, se que se merece, ese, me enseñó a vivir como apetece, le puse luz al gato y hasta le quite su 13, un sol californiano entrando por la ventana, de los angeles mi dama, San Diego mi marihuana, ya no veo en el calendario no me importa ni quien llama solo se que si es es en vivo tengo que prender la flama, no me ama, cero drama, sólo tengo flow que se joda la fama con caminar tranquilo, me persino viendo el cielo, a mi prendanme el micro (…)

ponga el ritmo que quiera manito, flows de sobra masisos escritos, yo brincó y nunca me quitó, andamos subiendo y no, no es un mito, si hay o no hay no pierdo humildad yo vivo felíz aunque no haya cash, en los barrios bajos o residencial, en todos mis tracks, sigo siendo real, calle y disfruté, quien se discute, tengo que es la calle si quiere calle pregunté, no me estorba aunque venga y se cruce sigan paleabrando que no hay nada que me asuste

yo he trabajo en lo mío aunque la cuerda me sofoca, traiganme dos de champagne… tengo todos los estilos ya les he callado la boca y al cabron que no se calle le toca por que le toca!

a mi no me vengan con cuentos, yo quiero el cheque completo. (x3)
aunque no haya feria le meto
no le meten cómo le metooo. (x3)
Gera letras
Video meten

Ice Cube – My Summer Vacation (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you

Damn G the spot’s gettin’ hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That’s cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin’, niggas look shady
But they can’t fade South Central
Cause bustin’ a cap is fundamental
Checkin’ out every block close
Seein’ which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let’s clear these niggaz out

Hey hey man, whats up nigga?
Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!

Now clearin’ ’em out meant casualties
Still had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn’t you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it’s better than slangin’ in the Valley
Triple the profit makin’ more than I did in Cali
Breakin’ off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggas don’t want trouble
And we ain’t on edge when we do work
Police don’t recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can’t stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the shit’s like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl niggas kickin’ up dust
And some of them are even lookin’ up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin’ that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin’ for a street, that they ain’t even heard of
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it’s on

Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")

Boom, my homie got shot he’s a goner black
St. Louis niggas want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It’s illegal business, niggas still can’t stick together
Fuckin’ police got the four-one-one
That L.A. ain’t all, surf and sun
But we ain’t thinkin’, bout the boys
Feudin’, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the shit’s gettin’ tricky
Cause now they lookin’ for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot’s gettin’ hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin’ in Seattle
But the NARC’s, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he’s yawnin’
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin’ drawers
Tryin’ to give me, fifty-seven years
Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears
It’s the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain’t givin’ a fuck
The fool must be sparkin’
Talkin’ about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don’t like Northside
And it’s a riot if any one of us die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man’s summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin’ years that I’m facin’
I’ma end it like this cause you know what’s up
My life is fucked

Mila J – La La Land (Dopamine Album)

[Intro]
Here we are in Los Angeles
Early part of the weekend
Well, for your Monday we’re gonna keep things dry, sunny and, well, warm

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

[Pre-Hook]
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

[Verse 1]
You missed the wave last night
Wish you could’ve been here
Had no regrets last night
Still I wish you could’ve been here
‘Cause it’s too hard, too hard now
When you’re so far, so far now
Straight up, you know
Can’t wait to come home, come home

[Pre-Hook]
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

[Pre-Hook]
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

[Outro]
Pulled over to the main interchange in downtown Los Angeles, we advise
All freeways heavily congested
Primarily, the Harbor freeway inbound to the Civic Center
The Hollywood freeway outbound from the Civic Center
The Pasadena freeway heavily conjested outbound
And the San Bernadino freeway

Pitbull – International Love

You can’t catch me boy
I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
Don’t test me boy (don’t test me boy) ’cause I rap with the best
Fo’ sho three oh five to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what’s left of me
But for now forget about that
Blow the whistle, baby you’re the referee

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

I don’t play football
But I’ve touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere
I don’t play baseball
But I’ve hit a home run everywhere everywhere
I’ve been to countries and cities I can’t pronounce
And the places on the globe I didn’t know existed
In Romania she pulled me to the side
And told me Pit you can have me and my sister
In Lebanon yeah the women the bomb
And in Greece you guessed it the women are sweet
Been all around the world
But I ain’t gonna lie there’s nothing like Miami’s heat

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

Down in DR they’re looking for visa’s
I Ain’t taking credit cards if you know what I mean
En cuba la cosa esta dura
But the woman get down, if you know what I mean
En Colombia the women got everything done, but they’re
Some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen
In Brazil they’re freaky with big ol’ boobs
And their thongs, blue yellow and green
En L.A. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
Besitos para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah
Y en Miami tengo cualquiera

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

There’s not a place that your love don’t affect me baby
So don’t ever change
I crossed the globe when I’m with you baby, hey

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

You’re international, so international
You’re international, so international
You’re international, so international
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love

Sean Leon – Hey Pretty Girl With The Dirty Mouth II (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Bridge 1]
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I wish I wasn’t high
I’ll call you when I’m sober
It’s the summer and I’m anxious
I wish I wasn’t high

[Hook]
Hey pretty girl with the dirty mouth
Pretty girl with the dirty mouth
You’ll be a man’s wife one day

[Bridge 2]
I heard it rains in Seattle
I wouldn’t know, I never left Toronto
I heard there’s plenty pretty women out in Paris
I wouldn’t know, cause I never left Toronto
And if it’s windy out in Chicago
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left Toronto
And if there’s good times in Los Angeles
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left Toronto

[Hook]
Pretty girl with the dirty mouth
You’ll be a man’s wife one day

[Bridge 1 ]
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I wish I wasn’t high
(I heard there’s plenty pretty women out in Paris)
I’ll call you when I’m sober
(Pretty girl with the dirty mouth)
It’s the summer and I’m anxious
I wish I wasn’t high
(You’ll be a man’s wife one day )

Jonwayne – Human Condition (Rap Album Two Album)

[Verse 1]
Put my mind in my head
And my head in my hands
And my hands on this body
And my body on land
And this land on this earth
And this earth in the system
And the system in my thoughts
And my thoughts into wishes
And this wishes are just dreams
These dreams are just goals
These goals
Make a man wanna be more than that
And the ghosts just laugh
And hope that I don’t pass
This is an ode to my opposition
I know my flow is full of contradiction
And good luck getting the right brain to play with the left
But hand over breast
I’m gonna try as long as plant life sustaining my breath
The very same God used for badminton with Death
That hot smog riddled Los Angeles breath
That hard, heavy hitting old Anakin breath
And opposition get that old mannequin rest
Cause after this they know there’s no more expanding their chest

[Verse 2]
Watch me hang to the rim as these people feel the grim
My people kicking buckets like (sighs)
And that’s a fine commitment to the human condition
You say committing sin
But i say stupid decisions
You’ll throw tomato in the face of bravado
Not my fault that the Model-T is parked in the pothole
Get out my grotto
Before I get out the bottle
(Get out my face)
I don’t wanna see a doctor or hospital
I’m fine and this age is just a number
I’m seeing triple digits, no wonder
My eyesight is shit
My mind is asunder
My hands are in the cup
And my body is under
A lot of pressure with this poisonous flask
No measure when I take off the mask
Keep my soul under glass
The devil’s shopping through the window
Since I was hanging loose with these lame-ass kiddos
It’s foggy through the Grey Goose and Gray Gas indo

For real

KAMI – Right Now (feat. Vic Mensa)

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what’s good
Cause I been doing better right now
We roll our issues in them Backwoods
Bitches bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own problems
I got mine I got mine I got mine
Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
But I got mine I got mine I got mine

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Yeah
I don’t like the club but I like to have a table
I don’t like TV but you see my ass on cable
This shit could change so quick man
Just a year ago, I was leaving momma’s house behind a Toyota steering wheel
Fast forward just two months got my own apartment
Fucking hoes with my girl at stake on some Joan of Arc shit
My girl so TNT you know she know the drama
I got baby momma problems with no baby mama
By brother Joey paying child support he love his daughter
My other brother momma own that rock but no Gibralter
His Granny lost the crib now he’s sleeping in them bandos
Police running in at 8am, he jumping out the window
I’m in LA buying Saint-Laurent of Venmo cash
Lease the whip and two cribs money for the rent go fast
I’m on a bender like Avatar, ecstasy addiction
Sometimes I wish I could pass away just to see my niggas
It’s been a minute since childhood, the hood don’t seem the same
They show no mercy to the meek inside this fearless game
You see what Drizzy did to Milly this shit ain’t a battle
I don’t wanna watch the murder rate but I can’t change the channel
Jealousy and desperation that shit is all around me
My brother Kami still selling grams you think I’m worried ’bout a Grammy
Old man asked me for change so he could buy a bottle
I’m tryna’ get drunk too nigga I got my own problems

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what’s good
Cause I been doing better right now
We roll our issues in them Backwoods
Bitch bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own problems
I got mine I got mine I got mine
Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
But I got mine I got mine I got mine

[Verse 2: KAMI]
I hate the way they talk on you when you ain’t around
Open they mouth revealing crooked smiles
These days I been feeling abandoned since my niggas got that crib in Los Angeles
To these hoes: heartbreaks in the form of friendly handshakes
I gotta go
I need a bad duet to pour moet to drown this pain
Just cause it’s champaign don’t mean that this shit a celebration
Pour some bubbly for my niggas that’s been on vacation
Pour some bubbles for our niggas that gon’ never make it
Self-medicated, overdosing I need respiration
I’m running out of time, I’m running out of time
Everybody got their own problems now I know this
We runnin’ out of time, they said the world was mine

[Bridge: KAMI]
They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine
They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine

[Verse 3: KAMI]
Thank you and yes I really believe it
The moment I heard them breathe it
When me and Joe made that season
We had to give y’all a reason
I had to keep the lights on
I need my on power on, Farrakhan
Something on my arm, skin tint just like Sherezade’s
And life’s been playing out like an opera
Just like that motherfuckin’ opera
I watched some fat lady sing, I gotten used to some things I held on things, they was close
Upgrade that Merc to a Ghost
It’s like you bound to see Ghosts, when you start living the most
I’m doing this my way, I drive i swerve just like Sinatra
I swerve in any lane that car so black it grew a conscience
Same niggas next to me, duck that fact just like we playing Contra
We still alive, we stay alive and then repeat that process
There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
Take your time with it, take your time with it
Don’t get caught up tryna do this shit for right now

MC Eiht – Runn The Blocc (feat. Maylay) letras

[Intro: Young Maylay]

[Verse 1: Young Maylay]
Maylay shoot the shit since the youth that [?]
The big homies knew what fruit to pick, who was [?]
The missions for the [?]
Someone’s breakin’ and enterin’, others takin’, deliverin’, the caterin’, the kitchen men
The difference then, blacks owned hella houses
If you was snitchin’, wasn’t livin’ to tell about it
If you was right, we’d fight all day and night
But doing wrong, you on your own for life
I’m from Los Angeles, big guns, women, and canabis
Niggas can’t run from where the cameras is
Cause when the bird hit the light, it turn midnight bright
Another term for the chips, with the flicks and the kites
We like lowriders, and [?] motorcycles
The wheels go psycho, with rifles like [?]
Tell em’ Eiht, it’s West Coast, till my eyes closed
With one shot, plus a blindfold

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
One time, swoop up on the blocc tryna take mine
I hop some fences
Now it’s a footchase, tryna dash for freedom
It’s money over everything, we don’t see ‘em
Fuck the census, since I was a lad, it was hood to under motherfucker I’m bad
Sad day, the homie got jacked
And shot in the process, yeah that’s wack
I get em’ on everything, we get back
Necessary be the time, yeah when shit crack
Community resources the source be
My income streak, and they come so regularly
The enemy come, so ya better be ready G
So, when I aim, better hold it steadily
Shit, call it the warzone, life in the land
Where it’s follow the rules or they reprimand
I rep for the west, so the Eiht can handle
Compton for the hood’s what the fuck I stand for
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Hook]
I’m on the blocc, with a [?]
And a colt 45 like [?] got [?]
Still a nigga struggle, so the yay produce
It’s all for the money, so a nigga could lose
Cuz, it was Nissan trucks
And the ugly rat bitch, back then, was a duck
I told the hoe bitch, get the duck sick
Round up the baby gangsters, hit a lick
One shot, now it’s life upstate
The homie from the hood turned up my cell mate
Love for the hood
Hater motherfucker gave a nigga all day, but I stay all good
I hit the streets, right back in
One time’s on my coattails, niggas can’t win
That’s the motto, hustle hood rich
Compton all day, yes, fuck a bitch
Compton forever, West the best [?], yeah keep it together
When it’s cruising down the street, in a lowrider
Eiht and Maylay, all day, Westsiders

[Outro]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Outro: Young Maylay]

Game – Savage Lifestyle (1992 Album) letras

[Intro]
Can you pan over a little bit? Look at this right here, this is a suburban type jeep with a sharp shooter peering outside of the sunroof with an automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you might see in Operation Desert Storm and we’ve been seeing this all night

[Verse 1]
It’s a trap, it’s a trap
Why they ain’t tell us red and blue don’t matter when you black
Matter of fact we in blindfolds
Bunch of lost souls
Kids shot dead in the streets now they eyes closed
How you call the angels when it’s kings getting beat up
And Gil Garcetti in his office with his feet up
No way to dodge police brutality
Selling crack cocaine, making a teacher’s salary
Mexicans hopping the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one button pendleton and they styling
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods sporting corn rows and Chucks with the red strings
Sun going down so them Chevys about to roll out
Fiends scratching themselves, stumbling out the dope house
Niggas tying bandanas, bout to put the drum on
Make it home ‘fore street lights come on

[Bridge]
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage

[Verse 2]
So grab that gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, light that shit
Grab that stick, grab that brick
Throw it
It’s time to riot if you don’t see black owned in the window
It’s on fire
Start here, end up over there
The smell of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear
This is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware
And don’t care
Tell the national guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain’t scared
So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change and we ain’t waiting, fuck patience
The government corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that’s why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood looking like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, they broke down
White people wishing that they was at home
Asians fronting like they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we coming in the stores tripping
Running in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anything that break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it’s they ass
So it’s bottle rockets through the window
Kids that would never smoke indo
Fiends kicking in doors, steeling Nintendos
Niggas robbing liquor stores with taped up duck hunt guns
City burning but it’s fucked up fun
National guards on the corner
They don’t know the hood, they foreigners
We was busting at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flying over the hood, they see us
Showing the fuck out, cleaning the trucks out
Niggas mobbing down the streets pushing big screens and baskets
Staring straight into the cameras
No ski mask, just pandemonium
Niggas looting what they homies in
Running around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they gonna stop us?
When the last 50 years we accustomed to window shopping
So we taking lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip ’em in gasoline

[Hook]
And set this motherfucker on (fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, yeah, (fire)
1992, was you here for the (fire)
Uh-huh

[Verse 3]
Standing on the corner with a brick in my hand
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Footlocker chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas crip walking where Reginald Denny’s truck at
Police cars, driving by niggas in slow mo
If you white don’t stop at the light, cause that’s a no-no
Running through the malls, give us everything polo
The first time niggas ain’t have beef with the cholos
’92 fire lit the skyline
And why loot? To capture that forbidden troop
Cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams
We out here selling chronic, we ain’t have no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burning, you gon’ need more than Visine
We making a movie better than anyone that I’ve seen
Should be on ShowTime, HBO, Cinemax

[Hook]
Get a match, we gon’ make sure that y’all remember that (fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, yeah, (fire)
1992, was you here for the (fire)
Uh-huh

[Outro]
Make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
This ain’t living, this ain’t living
No-no baby, this ain’t living
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no chance
To increase