Red Hot Chili Peppers – The Righteous And The Wicked Lyrics

[Verse 1: Anthony Kedis]
I can’t rest in war
Will you be my friend
Dark Ages never change
I can’t comprehend
Kiss me we self destruct
Can you hear me Lord
Yes I think we’re fucked
But I can’t rest in war

[Hook: John Frusciante & Anthony Keidis]
The righteous and the wicked, war and peace
The killing fist of the human beast
P.O.P – Prodigies Of Peace
Hear me when I’m calling you from my knees
I am playing for a better day

[Verse 2: Anthony Kiedis]
Holy mother earth
Crying into space
Tears on her pretty face
For she has been raped
Killing your future blood
Fill her with disease
Global abortion please
That is what she needs

[Hook: John Frusciante & Anthony Keidis]
The righteous and the wicked, war and peace
The killing fist of the human beast
P.O.P – Prodigies Of Peace
Hear me when I’m calling you from my knees
I am playing for a better day

[Verse 3: Anthony Keidis]
Are we fireflies flashing in the night?
Big thunder rumble fish
Did you get it right?
Headstrong battle song
Exploding souls be gone
Marvin Gaye my love
Where did we go wrong

[Hook: John Frusciante & Anthony Keidis]
The righteous and the wicked, war and peace
The killing fist of the human beast
P.O.P – Prodigies Of Peace
Hear me when I’m calling you from my knees
I am playing for a better day

Sting & Shaggy – Dreaming In The U.S.A. lyrics

[Sting]
I was a boy, I was dreaming of the U.S.A.,
All the movies I see are from the same place
All the music I love is from the U.S.A.,
All the stars that I see have an American face

The only blue jeans I wear are from the U.S.A.,
The sneakers here on my feet, they are American made
Presley, Monroe and Dean are from the U.S.A.,
Louis Armstrong, Sinatra and Marvin Gaye

[Sting & Shaggy]
Dreaming in the U.S.A.,
Dreaming in the U.S.A.,
Dreaming in the U.S.A.,
Dreaming in the United States

[Shaggy]
You seek a visa, you’re dreaming of the U.S.A.,
It’s never easier looking for another way
God bless America, dreaming of the U.S.A.,
Are we hysterical, dreaming of the United States?

[Sting & Shaggy]
Dreaming in the U.S.A.,
Dreaming in the U.S.A.,
Dreaming in the U.S.A.,
Dreaming in the United States

[Sting]
Don’t stop dreaming…
Don’t stop dreaming…
Don’t stop dreaming…
Don’t stop dreaming…

[Sting]
And so they work in the fields across the U.S.A.,
The work nobody else wants to feed their family
They join the army, they’re fighting for the U.S.A.,
Here in the land of the brave, and the home of the free

[Sting & Shaggy]
Dreaming in the U.S.A.,
Dreaming in the U.S.A.,
Dreaming in the U.S.A.,
Dreaming in the United States

[Shaggy]
Big up all the immigrants living and working right here inside of America
Get up every morning working two jobs to make it here in America
I’m a military man who carried arms and fight in defense of America
I await the day when we will all inhabit a better America

KYLE – To Do List lyrics

(feat. CP)

[Hook: CP]
You’re on my to do list
You’re on my to do list
You’re on my to do list
And girl I want to do this
I-I-I got something, something for you to do
Something for you to do, something for you to do
I got something, something for you to do
Something for you to do, Some-Something for you to do
Now that ya here, sugar
I’ve got something to say, baby
I put on this lotion, it won’t make me love ya
But it’ll for sure make me stay

[Verse 1: Kyle]
Yup, Yup You ain’t never gotta trip
The way you look I ain’t never gonna dip
Even if you tell me that I’m never gonna hit
There’s a lot to do, a lot of it with you
Heard a lot of things and a lot of them are true
No lie, I’m getting in them thighs
If that’s cool with you, ugh phew
Okay, Oh my god, you’re like fucking BUH, BOW, BOOM
Get in my room, turn the lights off
Yo time to shine, yup

[Bridge]
We gon’ set it off, we gon’ tear it up
Baby, can you handle

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Jot it down, write it up
Break it down, light it up

[Verse 2: CP]
Sit back, relax, when I get this bread, baby
We ain’t takin’ it nowhere but the bed, baby
Smoke in the air, right along with your legs, baby
You gon’ go crazy, I got the meds, baby
We just laugh it off
Ma I want to give you back shots ’till your ass falls off
So just trash them draws cause we don’t need no clothes in the bath at all
While you attack the balls, Marvin Gaye or the Luther?
Put you on like a new shirt, On top like a new hit
You been on top of my to do list, I need your

[Pre-Hook]
Clothes off, check
Heels on, check
Magnums, check
I’m gon’ get that ass on my to do list

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Well I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do
But I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do

[Hook]

J Cole – Once An Addict (Interlude) lyrics

[Intro]
Right, right, right, right
Something’s got a hold on me
Right, right, right, right
Sometimes I think pain is just a lack of understanding
If we could only understand it all, would we feel no pain?
God must feel no pain
Something’s got a hold on me
Only joy
Does this mean even our suffering pleases him?

[Verse]
Lost in a cloud of marijuana
Young Carolina nigga, fish out of water
Step-daddy just had a daughter with another woman
Mama ain’t recover yet
Callin’ me at 12 at night
She drunk as fuck and I’m upset
‘Cause why she always using me for crutch?
Growin’ up I used to always see her up
Late as shit, cigarette smoke and greatest hits from Marvin Gaye
She kill a whole bottle of some cheap chardonnay
I gotta leave this house ’cause part of me dies when I see her like this
Too young to deal with pain
I’d rather run the streets than see her kill herself
So ‘Ville became my escape from a feelin’ I hate
Mama cursing me out
Depression’s such a villainous state
I used to stay out later on purpose
Subconsciously I was nervous that if I came home early then what would surface was her inner demons
And then I’d have to end up seein’ my hero on ground zero
Tears flow while Al Green blow
Love and happiness
I wish that I could say the right words to cheer her up
I wish her son’s love was enough
I tell her, “Mama, go to sleep”
She tell me “Boy, hush. You better pray to God you never get your heart crushed”
I shake my head in frustration
Head to my room and I can still hear the tunes with my door shut
Fuck it though, a couple more months I’ll be gone
Off to college and dorms
Foolin’ myself, thinkin’ problems are gone
But now it’s 1 AM and my mama dialin’ my phone
I know she intoxicated and soon this high that I’m on comes crashin’ down
She lit, talkin’ drunk shit, I’m pissed
But I’m still all ears like Basset Hounds
Thinkin’ to myself, “Maybe my mama need help
Don’t she got work in the morning?
Why she do this to herself?
Hate how she slurrin’ her words
Soundin’ so fuckin’ absurd
This ain’t the woman I know, why I just sit and observe?
Why don’t I say how I feel?
When I do, she’s defensive for real
Well maybe things get better with time, I heard it heals
Little did I know how deep her sadness would go
Lookin’ back, I wish I woulda did more instead of runnin’

[Outro]
Something’s got a hold on me
I can’t let it go
Out of fear I won’t be free
Something’s got a hold on me
I can’t let it go
Out of fear I won’t be—
No!
Something’s got a hold on me
I can’t let it go
Right
Life can bring much pain
There are many ways to deal with this pain (right)
Choose wisely (right)

J. Cole – Once An Addict lyrics

[Intro]
Right, right, right, right
Something’s got a hold on me
Right, right, right, right
Sometimes I think pain is just a lack of understanding
If we could only understand it all, would we feel no pain?
God must feel no pain
Something’s got a hold on me
Only joy
Does this mean even our suffering pleases him?

[Verse]
Lost in a cloud of marijuana
Young Carolina nigga, fish out of water
Step-daddy just had a daughter with another woman
Mama ain’t recover yet
Callin’ me at 12 at night
She drunk as f*ck and I’m upset
‘Cause why she always using me for crutch?
Growin’ up I used to always see her up
Late as sh*t, cigarette smoke and greatest hits from Marvin Gaye
She kill a whole bottle of some cheap chardonnay
I gotta leave this house ’cause part of me dies when I see her like this
Too young to deal with pain
I’d rather run the streets than see her kill herself
So ‘Ville became my escape from a feelin’ I hate
Mama cursing me out
Depression’s such a villainous state
I used to stay out later on purpose
Subconsciously I was nervous that if I came home early then what would surface was her inner demons
And then I’d have to end up seein’ my hero on ground zero
Tears flow while Al Green blow
Love and happiness
I wish that I could say the right words to cheer her up
I wish her son’s love was enough
I tell her, “Mama, go to sleep”
She tell me “Boy, hush. You better pray to God you never get your heart crushed”
I shake my head in frustration
Head to my room and I can still hear the tunes of my door shut
Fuck it though, a couple more months I’ll be gone
Off to college and dorms
Foolin’ myself, thinkin’ problems are gone
But now it’s 1 AM and my mama diallin’ my phone
I know she intoxicated and soon this high that I’m on comes crashin’ down
She lit, talkin’ drunk sh*t, I’m pissed
But I’m still all ears like basset hounds
Thinkin’ to myself, “Maybe my mama need help
Don’t she got work it the morning?
Why she do this to herself?
Hate how she slurrin’ her words
Soundin’ so f*ckin’ absurd
This ain’t the woman I know
Why I just sit and observe?
Why don’t I say how I feel?
When I do, she’s defensive for real
Well maybe things get better with time, I heard it heals”
Little did I know how deep her sadness would go
Lookin’ back, I wish I woulda did more instead of running

[Outro]
Something’s got a hold on me
I can’t let it go
Out of fear I won’t be free
Something’s got a hold on me
I can’t let it go
Out of fear I won’t be—
No!
Something’s got a hold on me
I can’t let it go
Right
Life can bring much pain
There are many ways to deal with this pain (right)
Choose wisely (right)

Wyclef Jean – Turn Me Good

The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I’ma love you all night
We gon’ be alright
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I’ma love you all night
We gon’ be alright
When I couldn’t pay the rent
I had no money to spend
I was caught up in the trench
Now you’re the reason that we rich
When the feds raid the door
Put the shadow on the floor
They found them things in the drawer
You got me the lawyer for the court
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gonna make love all night
Like Mr. Marley
Turn down the lights
We don’t need no interruption
Turn down the lights
We can have a deep discussion
Turn up the lights, baby
You don’t gotta hide your imperfections
Turn down the lights
Ehh, what we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
We gon’ be alright
Wait a minute baby
You’re so real
You shoot to kill
Ehh, in this cold world
We feel them chill
Zion awaits, yeah
I’m in the bed
At them golden gates
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
And I’m feeling alright
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ be alright
We gon’ love all night
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good

2Pac – Thugz Mansion (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Shit, tired of gettin’ shot at
Tired of gettin’ chased by the police and arrested
niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that’s just for us
niggas ain’t gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y’knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain’t no heaven for a thug nigga
That’s why we go to thug mansion
That’s the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine,
I cry at times I once contemplated suicide,
and woulda’ tried but when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma’s eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin’ it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin’ hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain’t have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor store and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G’s
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind’s eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion

Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky

Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn’t sleep good
For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They’d rather see us locked in chains, please explain
Why they can’t stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
With the little bit of homeboys that remains, ’cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I’ll be right behind ya, show me and I’ll go
How can I be peaceful? I’m comin’ from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that’s full of love when I need to escape
The deadly places slingin’ drugs, in thug’s mansion

Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky

Dear momma don’t cry, your baby boy’s doin’ good
Tell the homies I’m in heaven and they ain’t got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night,
it had me shook drippin’ peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang sittin’ there kickin’ it with Malcolm, ’til the day came
Little LaTasha sho’ grown tell the lady in the liquor that she’s forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you’ll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin’ lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I’m askin’
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug’s mansion

Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky

Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky

TLC – Way Back (Explicit) (Tlc Deluxe Album)

It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
‘Cause we go way back

Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
‘Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
One hour photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? Me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutiona’ly proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
‘Cause we go way back

Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
‘Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
‘Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Some things will never change
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change, you and me

Gucci Ashtray – Wiz Khalifa feat. Chevy Woods lyrics

Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – Gucci Ashtray

Riding and smoking
Lotta Kush joints in my ashtray
Missed calls, I’m ignoring it
Now anything we want, we can afford it.(gucci ashtray)

Damn
I ain’t even trynna’
Be the kinda
Nigga that’ll leave behind a
Bad name
Never smoking on a bad strain
That was back in the day though
Now my nigga’s getting paid
Ain’t no b*tches in the way
All my dollars getting counted and they in the bank
And my son is living straight
I ain’t gotta entertain
I just gotta demonstrate
How to get this cake
While I’m rolling up another one
Watching for them undercovers
Lost a lil’ piece of my heart when I lost my older brother
Gotta take care of my mother
Gotta show these niggas that my father’s son ain’t the one to f*ck with
Taking chances and loving it
All the niggas that I started with, that’s the ones I’m running with
It’s Taylor Gang, nigga, f*ck a b*tch
S**t is real.

Riding and smoking
Lotta Kush joints in my ashtray
Missed calls, I’m ignoring it
Now anything we want, we can afford it.

KD over Bron Bron
Mitchell and Ness with the long john
You’re b*tch be cheering she loves pom pom’s
When it get cold we switch locations girl Im long gone
I told her “Meet me at the venue”
She want the best but she can’t read the menu, damn
She said she love Pharrell versuri-lyrics.info
But couldn’t name one song Im like what the hell
Last night we recorded it
She send a text the next day like I want more of it
I had to tell her, slow down, love
Gotta know what you doing when you go down love
Fo sho versuri-lyrics.info
350 for the Wagu Plate
200 on the dash, she don’t want that race
Freeway joint smoking, girl, I’m on my way
Old-school, on that Marvin Gaye
You know I’m.

Riding and smoking
Lotta Kush joints in my ashtray
Missed calls, I’m ignoring it
Now anything we want, we can afford ittt.
Wiz Khalifa lyrics
Video ashtray

Curren$y – Montreux (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Uh,
Kush smoke
Money clothes hoes
Hurry up before the elevator door close
This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux
Stars in the audience
Al Jarreau in the third row
Parental guardian? to this art for it’s my baby
Lazy eyed
Though watchful
Tryna play me I’ll spot you
Points I prove with my every move

Right from the beginning I was writing
That was very true
This is what I know
Make a fool outta you
If we were to duel
In tha hall player playin’ pool
Renegade bitches choose
Word to Max Judd
Drop jewels
Diamonds different hues
Type of shit I like to do
Orange leather in my coupe

TLC – Way Back (Lyric Video)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help me find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
One hour photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

TLC – Way Back (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
When our photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

Murs – Gbkw (God Bless Kayne West) (Captain California Album)

He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is, this happens every other night
They see him comin’, they like, "wassup cuz?"
He in his uniform from Target so they sayin’ he’s a blood
They know he ain’t bangin’, they do it for entertainment
Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him
Heart racin’, ’round the corner then he trip
That’s when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to God he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this craziness going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice
This time the eses, bald head and tattoos
Mad ’cause he datin’ they cousin and he a black dude
Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico
He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people
High off sherm so they don’t give a shit
They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to God he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this craziness going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong
We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong
Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long
Can’t seem to find a way for us all to get along
It’s like they the new Marvin Gaye, what’s goin’ on?
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white
They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don’t run!"
And that might sound easy, but you see he’s got a gun
You know he ain’t tryna be on no tough shit
But every single night he was tired of gettin’ fucked with
He dropped the gun and it let off a shot
So they returned fire as he ran down the block
This is a story with three different plots
In any of the three the hero could’ve been shot
Who really did the shooting don’t matter a whole lot
Either way a young man was gunned down on his block
And now he laying in the hospital
After all these years of dodging so many obstacles
It don’t matter if I tell you who’s responsible
It sucks that we’re living in a world where this is possible

TLC – Way Back Lyrics

Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like soft side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like old high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
I don’t…

I love to think
When we were growin
We kept it goin’ goin’
Out in the streets
It’s still nothin’ but a thing
To pick up where we left off

Murs – GBKW (God Bless Kanye West)

[Verse 1]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing, this happens every other night
They see him comin’, they like, "wassup cuz?"
He in his uniform from Target so they sayin’ he’s a blood
They know he ain’t bangin’, they do it for entertainment
Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him
Heart racin’, ’round the corner then he trip
That’s when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click

[Pre-Chorus]
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to god he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this crazy that’s going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong

[Chorus]
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test

[Verse 2]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice
This time the eses, bald head and tattoos
Mad ’cause he datin’ they cousin and he a black dude
Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico
He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people
High off sherm so they don’t give a shit
They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip

[Pre-Chorus]
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to god he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this crazy that’s going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong

[Bridge]
We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong
Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long
Can’t seem to find a way for us all to get along
It’s like they the new Marvin Gaye, what’s goin’ on?

[Chorus]
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test

[Verse 3]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white
They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don’t run!"
And that might sound easy, but you see he’s got a gun
You know he ain’t tryna be on no tough shit
But every single night he was tired of gettin’ fucked with
He dropped the gun and it let off a shot
So they returned fire as he ran down the block
This is a story with three different plots
In any of the three the hero could’ve been shot
Who really did the shooting don’t matter a whole lot
Either way a young man was gunned down on his block
And now he laying in the hospital
After all these years of dodging so many obstacles
It don’t matter if I tell you who’s responsible
It sucks that we’re living in a world where this is possible