DJ Envy Announces His Wife Gia Casey’s Mother Has Died

DJ Envy and his wife Gia, along with their extended family, have been plunged into mourning following the death of Gia’s mother, Norma Grante.

DJ Envy announced the sad news on Wednesday (May 5) in a social media post. While the DJ and radio host did not reveal Grante’s cause of death, the sadness in his Instagram post could be felt by fans and followers, who flooded the comment section with condolences to the family.

DJ Envy shared three photos, each displaying a young and pleasant version of his mother-in-law. In the first photo, she clenches her son-in-law’s arm. In the second, they embrace each other in a simple pose, and the final photo displays his wife as a young child and Grante as a younger woman.

“This is extremely difficult for me to write,” he said in the caption.

The DJ also questioned, “How do you tell your wife that everything is going to be alright, when her best friend is no longer here….?”

Envy, whose real name is RaaShaun Casey, noted how he received the sad news and recalled how supportive his mother-in-law law was when he chose his career as a DJ.

“We were supposed to be on an island right now but just hours before we boarded, we got the worst call imaginable….I tell the story all the time about me choosing ‘Dj’ing as my career…. everybody laughed and thought I was crazy, but not Gia’s mom….Norma said, ‘Do what makes you happy & f*** everybody else. If there’s anything you need, just come to me,’” he recalled.

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He continued by announcing, “Yesterday, (May 4) Norma Grante passed away…She was loving, ever supportive and such a major part of our lives and my career….I Miss You And Will Always Love You.”

The DJ’s wife, Gia Casey, has not yet said anything regarding her mother’s death. However, since her husband’s announcement, fans took to her page to comment below her latest posts, offering condolences, prayers, and heartfelt tributes.

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Stromae – House’llelujah Lyrics

Au nom du rythme, et du chant
Je cris House’llelujah, House’llelujah!
Bénie soit la musique et House’llelujah
House’llelujah!

House’llelujah
House’llelujah
House’llelujah
House’llelujah

J’ai prié dieu pendant des heures,
On m’a dit qu’il était trop vieux pour tout nos pleures
Qu’il est trop riche pour écouté nos pauvres cœurs
Qu’il est trop pris, qu’il est femme, qu’il est homme
Qu’il est hétéro, qu’il est gay
Qu’il est chanteur, qu’il est DJ
Qu’il est mort et qu’il est née
Qu’il est même musulman ou juif
Qu’il est bouddhiste et athé

Au nom du ryhtme et des gens
Je crie House’llelujah
House’llelujah!
Bénie soit la musique et House’llelujah
House’llelujah!

House’llelujah

C’est c’que je pris durant la nuit

House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je lève mes mains au ciel
House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je saute et que je crie
House’llelujah . . .
C’est l’éternel qui me le dit!

House’llelujah x8

J’entend des voix
Des voix de gens que je ne vois
Si toi aussi tu les perçoit
C’est qu’tu avait perdu la foi !
C’est c’que je pris durant la nuit
Lorsque je lève mes mains au ciel
Lorsque je saute et que je crie
C’est l’éternel qui me le dit !

House’llelujah . . .
C’est c’que je pris durant la nuit
House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je lève mes mains au ciel
House’llelujah . . .
Lorsque je saute et que je crie
House’llelujah . . .
C’est l’éternel qui me le dit!

House’llelujah x4

Snoop Dogg Join Forces With TIDAL & Facebook’s Oculus For A Virtual DJ Event

Snoop Dogg and TIDAL are joining forces with Facebook’s Oculus for a virtual DJ event.

While we all hope that the effects and restrictions of the coronavirus pandemic are slowly coming to an end, there is no definite conclusion in sight. This means that artists are continuing to find new and innovative ways to connect with fans and provide some unconventional entertainment during these difficult times. In collaboration with TIDAL and Oculus, Snoop Dogg will be doing just that by performing a virtual DJ set under the name DJ Snoopadelic on Friday, February 19th. TIDAL announced the event on Twitter writing, “DJ SNOOPADELIC live set on TIDAL and @oculus. February 19th. Be there.”

The event can be accessed through the Venues app and promises to provide a “live, immersive, and intimate” VR performance, airing live from Los Angeles. Snoop has kept plenty busy throughout the last year despite the constraints of the pandemic, proving once again that he is one of the most relevant and versatile artists out there. The West Coast rap icon provided flawless commentary for the Jake Paul and Nate Robinson fight back in November, leading to job offers for him to commentate for nearly every sport. He also teamed up with long-time collaborator Martha Stewart on Super Bowl Sunday this month to co-host the 2021 Puppy Bowl prior to the game.

DJ SNOOPADELIC (@SnoopDogg) live set on TIDAL and @oculus. February 19th.

Be there: https://t.co/FAZK2l9hcQ pic.twitter.com/krf3hZyZDF

— TIDAL (@TIDAL) February 10, 2021

In addition to his many separate entertainment endeavors, Snoop continues to keep his hand in music, going head to head with DMX in a VERZUZ battle back in July and reminding the whole world how many classic hip hop hits he has contributed to the lexicon during his impressive career.

While new rappers seem to be popping up every day and the OGs seem to be fading rapidly, Snoop continues to stay as fresh and entertaining as ever, and there is no sign of him slowing down any time soon.

Tee Grizzley – Late Night Calls Lyrics

(Banger, banger)
Ha, ha
I got a call last night
I got a call last night
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
Man, hey

I got a call last night (Hello)
3 AM I know somethin’ ain’t right (What?)
Say my brother got caught with a pipe (f*ck)
f*ck you mean he got caught with a pipe (What happened?)
Ain’t gon’ lie that shit killed me inside (Swear)
But I’m happy that he still alive (Thank God)
‘Cause when I get calls at three in the mornin’
They tellin’ me somebody died (Damn)
I’m like, "Brodie, I told you to chill"
You know that street shit, it’s not what it is
When you on parole, why you ain’t at the crib?
Man, get off that shit, nigga, we gotta live (Nigga, we gotta live)
My nigga, you just got a deal (You just got it)
Momma just got back on appeal (We all here now)
We ran the streets, turned up in the trenches
All that, now it’s time to be mean (And we did that shit)

I swear after two in the mornin’ (After two)
My phone is on DND (Don’t call me)
‘Cause I got some calls late nights (Hello)
And I couldn’t go back to sleep (Damn)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even eat (f*ck)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even think (Man)

I’m like, "Hello," "this Tee?" "yeah"
"Damn, such-and-such just got locked up"
I’m like, "Hello," "this Tee?" "yeah"
"Damn, such-and-such just got popped up"
I’m like, "what happened?" (What the f*ck happened?)
How you know that? (How you know that?)
Who was they with? (f*ck was they with?)
Where was they at? (Where the f*ck was they at?)

Ayy, my pop was a real nigga (The realest)
Real boss, real shot caller (For sure that)
I had to get rid of his phone (Had to)
‘Cause motherf*ckers wouldn’t stop callin’ (Had to cut the bitch off)

One night Sugar called me (What up, dawg?)
Thought it was my pops callin’ (Oh, this Sug’?)
He couldn’t even talk through the tears (What happened?)
My stomach had knots ballin’ (Huh?)
He said, "Nigga, your daddy got shot" (What?)
"Police won’t give us no information" (f*ck outta here)
"And they say he the only one hit" (How?)
"And you know what that mean when they tape it" (What?)
Man they told me my nigga ain’t make it (Damn)
After that I start cryin’ and prayin’
Me and bro life stay strapped, stay dangerous
We gon’ be good he our guardian angel ([?] did that shit)

I swear after two in the mornin’ (After two)
My phone is on DND (Don’t call me)
‘Cause I got some calls late nights (Hello)
And I couldn’t go back to sleep (Damn)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even eat (f*ck)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even think (Man)

I’m like, "Hello," "this Tee?" "yeah"
"Damn, such-and-such just got locked up"
I’m like, "Hello," "this Tee?" "yeah"
"Damn, such-and-such just got popped up"
I’m like, "what happened?" (What the f*ck happened?)
How you know that? (How you know that?)
Who was they with? (f*ck was they with?)
Where was they at? (Where the f*ck was they at?)

I swear after two in the mornin’ (After two)
My phone is on DND (Don’t call me)
‘Cause I got some calls late nights (Hello)
And I couldn’t go back to sleep (Damn)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even eat (f*ck)
And I got some calls late nights (Hello)
The next day I couldn’t even think (Man)

Ha, ha, ha

Lil’ Durk – Finesse Out The Gang Way Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro:]
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
(Hahahahaha)

[Lil Durk:]
I came from nothin’, I had to go get it
I had to finesse out the gang way (Gang way)
I done did everything for the niggas that I love
Who stuck in the chain gang (Chain gang)
Shit be so real, I’m steady watchin’ all the niggas who yellin’ out, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
Shit be so different, I’m watchin’ the niggas who busy but yellin’ out, "Bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
Roll up a blunt on that Pluto
Used to be deep now I’m riding ’round uno
I know some niggas who hustlin’ but quit ’cause they was doin’ this shit for too long
I remember niggas feelin’ like brothers but now this shit feel like a group home
And I had told ’em I love ’em so much to me it felt you can’t do wrong
I was trappin’ out inside of my granny crib, I was servin’ with two phones
I remember tellin’ judges, "Don’t know where the Patek is", now it’s two-tone

The money make the world spin (Spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh)
Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh)
Who would ever thought that I’d win? (Win, oh)

Ask ’em why they sellin’ food stamp
I done grabbed a Urus on some cool shit
I’ma get it on my own, when I felt alone
I remember feelin’ useless
I remember servin’ to the cool kids
Twin got a.30, like a pool stick
Why you think the murders turn to news clip
When a nigga die, when his family cry
They’ll swear to God that he ain’t do shit
I remember niggas bein’ goofy
Spendin’ their last money on the Gucci
He just got fly just to get in some coochie
Went to jail, ride around with a goofy
I can actually say I’m feelin’ like money
I remember riding ’round with the hunnids
Had twin with me ridin’ with hunnids
Gucci bag, double fifty, one hunnids
Super motivated, come from a dungeon
Like, why you call a dungeon the trenches?
It don’t matter ’cause I’m bringin’ my niggas
Why you fall out with me just for attention?

Niggas die when they pop up in my mentions
Had the realest nigga tear you [?]
Took a Perc’ and it got me in my feelings (Got me in my feelings)

The money make the world spin (Spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh)
Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh)
Who would ever thought that I’d win? (Win, oh)
The money make the world spin (Spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh)
Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh)
Who would ever thought that I’d win? (Win, oh)

[Lil Baby:]
Man I’ve been trappin’ since 2007
My momma was strugglin’, I had to help
From juvenile to the penitentiary, I’m better
I’m happy to say I got it together
Fifty-three percent of these niggas feminine
I am not a ganster I am a gentleman
We the ones that handle murders like business
Postin’ money on the ‘Gram, I invented that
I done came a long way from the middleman
I got [?] Cullinan
I done gave a thousand bowls to my brother them
Shit get serious when them bodies start comin’ up
I put the key on the Urus and diggin’ now
Told my baby mama we need a bigger house
I’m too real, cut this shit out and figure out
Got one foot in the streets, tryna pull it out
Keep it lowkey, she ain’t runnin’ her mouth (Mouth)
She don’t ever want me to pull out
I run it up to [?] from my house
I’m rockin’ clothes I can’t even pronounce
f*ck the pandemic, I love me a drought
I ran it up in this motherf*cker
Three hunnid shots, that’s enough in this motherf*cker
Only The Family, it’s us in this motherf*cker, gang shit

[Lil Durk:]
The money make the world spin (Spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh)
Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh)
Who would ever thought that I’d win? (Win, oh)
The money make the world spin (Spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh)
Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh)
Who would ever thought that I’d win? (Win, oh)

Tee Grizzley – Gave That Back Lyrics (feat. Baby Grizzley)

[Tee Grizzley:]
Ah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

I ain’t goin’ back and forth with niggas ‘less it’s on the track
Me and broski twinnin’, winnin’, rappin’, still’ll twist your cap (Grrah)
Gave my momma all that time, she did ten and gave that back
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back

[Baby Grizzley:]
Ayy, my nigga Tee the sergeant (Ayy), neighborhood locksmith (Ayy)
Uber in whip caves, five stars, get a top lift
If I gotta stand tall, I’ma drop shit
Westside, thirty on the Weston, call it Glocksmith (Boom)

[Tee Grizzley:]
We come from that cloth that they don’t make no more (They don’t)
Text your bitch like, "Pop out," she text back, you made her stay at home (This ho ass)
Baby Grizz and Momma Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (They here)
Ridin’ in that SRT Demon but them angels close, I ain’t alone

[Baby Grizzley:]
Say the clip full, brodie (Rrah), we gon’ spray that doe
Opp know ain’t shit they can do, they ain’t gon’ save that doe (That’s it)
Eat me in a Rolls-Royce, I just might make a ho
Told that lil’ bitch to bring her friends, I don’t date alone

[Tee Grizzley:]
Ayy, you strapped when your niggas with you? (What?)
I got that Drac alone
Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don’t play that song
All my niggas up in bank, imagine what I make alone
Come and drop a nigga whole village, this shit Game of Thrones

[Baby Grizzley:]
Pull up in them Lamb’ trucks trippin’, got like eight poles
Drums in this bitch, full crowd, it’s a Drac show
Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on
Let my O.G. out, can’t wait to put my nigga Blaze on
Asked bro before I got locked, I was twenty up (No cap, nigga)
Ayy, now it’s eight hunnid and twenty plus
All shops, thirty pokin’, givin’ twenty up
Go get me a water, bitch I’m rollin’ like a twenty bud

[Tee Grizzley:]
Ayy, at the Waldorf eatin’ on the roof, I bring your ho up here (Come here)
On the jet I’m wearin’, red lights stop but she gon’ go up here (She goin’)
All my shooters smart but if you play, they gon’ act slow up here (What?)
Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz)
Damn, I wish you was here to see this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.)
I don’t wanna drive the Lamb’ today, bring me that Benz block (Ayy yo, pull up)
You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (Ten toes)
And my pistols like Snoop, six-four, switches on them Glocks (Brr)

I ain’t goin’ back and forth with niggas ‘less it’s on the track
Me and broski twinnin’, winnin’, rappin’, still’ll twist your cap
Gave my momma all that time, she did ten and gave that back
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back

DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

Dua Lipa – Ball & Chain Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Keep on lightin’ me up, on lightin’ me up
On lightin’ it up
Lightin’ me up, on lightin’ me up
On lightin’ it up
Keep on lightin’ me up, on lightin’ me up
On lightin’ it up
Lightin’ me up, on lightin’ me up
On lightin’ it up

[Chorus]
Ain’t no ball and chain
Shine on, keep me dancin’ all night
Ain’t no ball and chain
Don’t let go, I need you (Need you, need you)

[Verse 1]
It ain’t about the money, don’t matter where you’re from
Don’t care ’bout what you believe in
Or who you wanna love
Let’s get back to basics, before we turn to dust
Forget about all the illusions
Tonight it’s us

[Chorus]
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Shine on, keep me dancin’ all night
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Don’t let go, I need you for life

[Post-Chorus]
Know you need me and I need you to survive
I’ll be dancin’, we’ll be dancing for our lives
Say my name and let’s get shackled on my light
Don’t let go ’cause I need you for life

[Verse 2]
So I trip but not a bargain, that’s how we shed our pain
The monsters waiting outside, like poison for the brain
Things get a little bit crazy, don’t need to feel ashamed
There’s no more time for cryin’
We can be our DJ
Play our worries away
You can be our savior
Keep on lightin’ me up, on lightin’ me up
On lightin’ it up

[Chorus]
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Shine on, keep me dancin’ all night
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Don’t let go, I need you for life

[Post-Chorus]
Know you need me and I need you to survive (Know you need me and I need you to survive)
I’ll be dancin’, we’ll be dancing for our lives (I’ll be dancin’, we’ll be dancing for our lives)
Say my name and let’s get shackled on my light (Say my name and let’s be shackled)
Don’t let go ’cause I need you for life

[Bridge]
Trapped inside the rhythm world, I feel free
Let me be your prisoner
Suffocated by the beat, lets me breathe
Keep on lightin’ me up, keep on lightin’ it up

[Chorus]
Ain’t no ball and chain
Shine on, keep me dancin’ all night
Ain’t no ball and chain
Don’t let go, I need you (Need you, need you, need you)
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Shine on, keep me dancin’ all night
Ain’t no ball and chain (Ain’t no)
Don’t let go, I need you for life

[Post-Chorus]
Know you need me and I need you to survive (Know you need me and I need you to survive)
I’ll be dancin’, we’ll be dancing for our lives (I’ll be dancin’, we’ll be dancing for our lives)
Say my name and let’s be shackled on my light (Say my name and let’s be shackled)
Don’t let go ’cause I need you for life

[Outro]
Know you need me and I need you to survive (Ain’t no)
How we dancin’, when dancin’ for the lights
Say my name and let’s be shackled on my light (Ain’t no)
Don’t let go ’cause I need you for life

P.o.s – Fuck Your Stuff Lyrics

Yeah, LazerBeak
And DTR, Doomtree
Rhymesayers Entertainment
Marijuana Deathsquads, oh

[Hook]
My whole crew’s on some shit
Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip
Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip

[Verse 1]
Looking out the window like Malcolm
Just when I thought this culture was open they go and doubt him
f**k, dumbing it down, spit ice, skip jewelry
Molotov cocktails on me like accessories
Uhm, they can teach you how to front
I am really raw, I ain’t seen a mirror in a month
But I stay fly, spinning man
Flipping out with the breeze, I’m a ceiling fan
I’mma get ’em, I can show you how to bump
Something heavy in the back, marshall stacks in the trunk
Got the windows down, I got the heat turned up
On blast wagging on ’em on the West Bank
Handling the style, or catch me on a mission
Pissing in some convertible tryna create some tension
Or in a book discussing Christopher Hitchens
Or how to make bombs with shit you find in your kitchen, listen

[Hook x2]
My whole crew’s on some shit
Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip
Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip
We don’t watch the replay, we play

[Verse 2]
I never cared about your bucks
So if I run up with a mask on
Probably got a gas can too
And I’m not here to fill her up, no
We came here to riot, here to incite
We don’t want any of your stuff
Keep sticking to the script, mane, we never seen that shit
We knew the secret before they went ahead and Wiki leaked it
Made a dump, bang it out the speakers
Hoping to smash capital quotes on the word “leaders”
They in the past, so we dancing on they ashes
Onward, upward, laughing at the masses
Thinking while they sit I just go off on they ass
Wearing last year’s trash ladies still be batting lashes
And tryne smash us, the passion to go
The lack of a muzzle and a style that’s f**king irrational

[Interlude]
f**k your stuff
I mean for real
We genuinely believe that all your shit is fake

[Hook]

I ain’t kidding, I got this brick in my hand

[Hook x2]

Daddy Yankee & Snow – Con Calma Lyrics

[Letra de “Con Calma” ft. Snow]

[Intro: Daddy Yankee]
D-D-D-D-D-DY
Play N’ Skillz
¡Run!

[Pre-Coro: Daddy Yankee]
¿Cómo te llamas, baby?
Desde que te vi supe que eras pa’ mí
Dile a tus amigas que andamo’ ready
Esto lo seguimo’ en el after party
¿Cómo te llamas, baby? (Brr, brr)
Desde que te vi supe que eras pa’ mí
Dile a tus amigas que andamo’ ready (¡Sube!)
Esto lo seguimo’ en el after party (Su-su, ey)

[Coro: Daddy Yankee]
Con calma, yo quiero ver como ella lo menea
Mueve ese poom-poom, girl
Es una asesina, cuando baila quiere que to’ el mundo la vea
I like your poom-poom, girl (Sub-sube)
Con calma, yo quiero ver como ella lo menea
Mueve ese poom-poom, girl
Tiene adrenalina, en medio ‘e la pista, vente, hazme lo que sea
I like your poom-poom, girl (¡Hey!)

[Verso 1: Daddy Yankee]
Ya vi que estás solita, acompáñame
La noche es de nosotro’, tú lo sabe’ (You know!)
Que ganas me dan-dan-dan
De guayarte, mami, ese ram-pam-pam, yeah
Esa criminal como lo mueve e’ un delito (Oh)
Tengo que arrestarte porque empiezo y no me quito (Eh)
Tienes criminality, pero te doy fatality
Vívete la película flotando en mi gravity
Daddy pone las regla’, tiene’ que obedecer
Mami, no tiene pausa, ¿qué e’ lo que vas a hacer?
Échale, échale, échale pa’ atrás
Échale, échale, pa’ alante y pa’ atrás (Eh, ey-ey-ey)

[Coro: Daddy Yankee]
Con calma, yo quiero ver como ella lo menea
Mueve ese poom-poom, girl (Girl)
Es una asesina, cuando baila quiere que to’ el mundo la vea
I like your poom-poom, girl
Con calma, yo quiero ver como ella lo menea (Con calma)
Mueve ese poom-poom, girl
Tiene adrenalina, en medio ‘e la pista, vente, hazme lo que sea
I like your poom-poom, girl

[Verso 2: Daddy Yankee]
Tú tiene’ candela y yo tengo la vela
Llama el 911, se están quemando las suela’
Me daña cuando la faldita esa me la modela
Mami, ‘tás enferma, pero tu show no lo cancela’
Te llaman a ti la reina del party
Mucha sandunga tiene ese body
Tírate un paso, no-no-no pare, ¡wow, dale, dale! (Yo’)
Somos dos bandido’ entre la rumba y romance
Y zúmbale, DJ, otra ve’ pa’ que dance
Échale, échale, échale pa’ atrás
Échale, échale, pa’ alante y pa’ atrás (Ey, eh, ey)

[Coro: Daddy Yankee]
Con calma, yo quiero ver como ella lo menea (Con calma)
Mueve ese poom-poom, girl (Girl)
Es una asesina, cuando baila quiere que to’ el mundo la vea
I like your poom-poom, girl
Con calma, yo quiero ver como ella lo menea (Con calma)
Mueve ese poom-poom, girl
Tiene adrenalina, en medio ‘e la pista, vente, hazme lo que sea
I like your poom-poom, girl (¡Snow!)

[Verso 3: Snow & Daddy Yankee]
Come with a nice young lady (What?)
Intelligent, yes, she gentle and irie (¡Fuego!)
Everywhere me go me never lef’ her at all-ie (¡Dile!)
Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a (¡Snow!)
Roam between-a dancin’ in-a in-a nation-a (Prr-prr-prr)
You never know say daddy me Snow me are the boom shakata (¿Qué-qué-qué-qué?)
Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a (¡Sube, sube!)
Yes-a Daddy Yankee me-a go reachin’ out da top (What?)

[Coro: Daddy Yankee & Snow]
Con calma, yo quiero ver como ella lo menea
Mueve ese poom-poom, girl (Girl)
Es una asesina, cuando baila quiere que to’ el mundo la vea
I like your poom-poom, girl
Con calma, ya’ no say daddy me Snow me I go blame
I like your poom-poom, girl
‘Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stop a girl down the lane
I love your poom-poom, girl

Here Come The Mummies – It’s On Tonight Lyrics

[Chorus]
Let’s keep it tight, It’s on tonight
Well, it’s on tonight
If you keep on movin’ it right
It’s on tonight
Worry’s gone tonight
And we’ll keep on keep on
Keep on movin’

[Verse 1]
You may not be a movie star
Baby, take my arm
And we’ll keep on dancin’
Let me take you on a ride
What an epic night of magic

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya

[Chorus]
Let’s keep it tight, It’s on tonight
Well, it’s on tonight
If you keep on movin’ it right
It’s on tonight
Worry’s gone tonight
And we’ll keep on keep on
Keep on movin’

[Verse 2]
I don’t even know your name
Still, this feels the same
Like we’ve known forever
DJ spin an epic groove
That’ll make us move
Move together

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya

[Chorus]
Let’s keep it tight, It’s on tonight
Well, it’s on tonight
If you keep on movin’ it right
It’s on tonight
Worry’s gone tonight
And we’ll keep on keep on
Keep on movin’

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya
I wanna know ya

[Chorus]
Let’s keep it tight, It’s on tonight
Well, it’s on tonight
If you keep on movin’ it right
It’s on tonight
Worry’s gone tonight
And we’ll keep on keep on
Keep on movin’

Frisco – What’s Man Saying Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Sky!

[Verse]
What’s man saying? What’s man saying?
I ain’t playing no games
They better start praying, they better start praying
I’m still flirting with death
So what’s man saying? What’s man saying?
And dem man are shaky, swinging and swaying
What’s man saying?
I done told man already, I roll with the elephants
So dem man there better be easy
Flows on top of flows on top of flows
No wonder why these MCs pree me
(Yeah, come on fam)
And then they get pissed off cuh they can’t see me
Big Frisco, I go hard weekly
And to the way how I’m rating that African vibe
Might buy me a dashiki
Kill an MC with bars easy
Fake it till you make it? f**k that
You can’t heal from a scar easy
And you can get scarred easy
Told everybody on my last CD
Had a few battles, I’ve never lost one
I’m a don, I’ve got a hard CV
And that flow’s crazy, anyway
Onto the next one, Swayzee
Told man already, I ain’t playing no games
Only a DJ can play me
Approach with caution for your own safety
We’ve got something that’s locked and loaded
And the mandem ain’t respecting safety
I’m a G in this ting so
What’s man saying? What’s man saying?
If you ain’t playing Frisco
What’s man playing? What’s man playing?
What’s man playing at?
I ain’t the best? I wanna know who’s saying that
Sky an MC into orbit
And when he comes down, I’m gonna keep on spraying that
I’ve got a cup with ice, put ray in that
The streets don’t love you
Forget love for the streets
Cuh when it goes off
The streets ain’t gonna comfort and hug you
Everybody knows what I’m on when I come through
Weed, girls, vibes
Jump on the stage and I merk guys
These MCs need to learn style
What’s man saying?
These likkle man need to earn stripes
Likkle bad breed, 10 or 11 years old
When I started to learn crime
Hit the road and earnt mine
Then I got nicked for the first time
(Mad ting)
From there, I hated the feds
It’s Big Fris and I’m back at my best
Can’t diss me and think everyting’s bless
Come to your studio, jump on your desk
My button’s one that you don’t wanna press
Man’ll get beaten up for less
Squashing up mersh and saying it’s cess
He’s a joke man, what do you expect?
Joke man, move to the left
Yo, what’s man saying? What’s man saying?
What’s man-, what’s man saying?
Dem man ain’t saying nuttin’
Big Fris
Cold
Ayy, you know what it is already
It’s not a bag of chatting
Guerrilla mentality, rudeboy
Show

Chip Taylor – On The Radio Lyrics

This is how it works
It feels a little worse
And when we drove our first ride
Through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
And none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
And we try to find some words
To lead in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying the disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again
And on the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo’s really long
But it is a pretty song
We listened to it twice
As the DJ was asleep
He was asleep
No this is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
And you love until you don’t
And you try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
And you cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
And you take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
Then you take that love you made
And stick it into
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope that don’t get harmed
And even if it does
You would just do it all again
And on the radio
We hear November Rain
And that solo is awfully long
But it is a good refrain
We listened to it twice
Cause the DJ is asleep
He is asleep
On the radio
The DJ is asleep
He is asleep

Curtis Grimes – Ten Year Town Lyrics

When I pulled in to the home of country music
There was a worn out for sale sign stuck in the lawn
I tried my best to track down those who built it
But they all passed away or plum moved on
I drove on down to what I thought was the Grand Ole Opry
To find that stained glass cast on some empty pews
I couldn’t hear Whisperin’ Bill or see Porter’s rhinestones shine on stage
Just an echo of how we use to be down on Broadway

I’m decades late to a ten year town
The radio station done changed its sound
To a hip hop beat with a drum track loop
That they call country music
I came out here so I could write and sing
Not rap on stage wearin’ skinny jeans
Good thing I don’t mind sticking out of the in-crowd
‘Cause I’m a few decades late to make it in a ten year town

A honkey tonk use to be a tonk where a honky drank
Now it’s a dance club playin’ Top 40 from an MP3
I found out the hard way, a band’s been replaced by a DJ
Who don’t know “You Never Even Called Me By My Name”

I’m decades late to a ten year town
The radio station done changed its sound
To a hip hop beat with a drum track loop
That they call country music
I came out here so I could write and sing
Not rap on stage wearin’ skinny jeans
Good thing I don’t mind sticking out of the in-crowd
‘Cause I’m a few decades late to make it In a ten year town

I came out here so I could write and sing
Not rap on stage wearin’ skinny jeans
Good thing I don’t mind sticking out of the in-crowd
‘Cause I’m a few decades late to make it in a ten year town
They can’t pay me enough to shake it
I’ve had about all I can take
In this ten year town

K. Forest – Nobu Lyrics

[Chorus]
Girl I want you to see what I see
So I’ll take you to Nobu, off the coast to Malibu
Everywhere I go this where you’ll be
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu

[Verse 1]
You’re in the hills and I’m in Santa Monica
Meet me halfway then we’ll head straight to Malibu
No reservations, we just walked through the restaurant
Link the owner then we’re off to the private room
Follow the server wearin’ black top to top, yeah
[?] ’cause your heels make sounds on the hardwood
Nobu fancy but we ain’t gotta be dressed up
Just enough to get me up to give you hardwood
Later, save that for later
Like we walked up in the building with containers
But first, look at the menu, aye
If I don’t guess somethin’ soon, aye, I’m gon’ have to taste you
Loosen up, baby take shots of the Sake, aye, yeah
Girl come closer, let me feed you Edamame, aye
Too much Sake and we might not reach the party, aye
But that’s okay ’cause I still rock with you the long way

[Chorus]
Girl I want you to see what I see
So I’ll take you to Nobu, off the coast to Malibu
Everywhere I go this where you’ll be
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu

[Verse 2]
When you’re ready to decide what you want I’ll tell the server
In the meantime let’s go outside and watch the waves
Lean over the balcony where I can catch a sneak peak
Pull up a hundred girl don’t finna grip the waist
But damn let’s do this later, baby we ain’t even order yet
Hot pepper hors d’oeuvres, DJ put me onto this
So in return I put you on, brace my fingers on your thighs
And during dinner turn you on, I’m gettin’ my ish so
[?] gettin’ darker and darker
Spread the soy all over the hot stones
Use my chopsticks to pick up the sushi
I’ll feed you baby even though you still grown
I ain’t gonna eat too much I’m saving room for
The real meal (yeah), the real deal (yeah)
I ain’t gonna eat too much I need the space for
The main course, lowkey you’re the main course

[Chorus]
Girl I want you to see what I see
So I’ll take you to Nobu, of the coast to Malibu
Everywhere I go this where you’ll be
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu (take you to Nobu)
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu (take you to Nobu)
Yeah

[Outro]
Nobu, Nobu, Nobu
Take you to Nobu
Nobu, yeah
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu (Nobu, Nobu)
I meant it when I told you, I meant it when I told you that I’d take you to Nobu (Nobu, Nobu)

Dekstra Large – Just Relax Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I tell myself, try to understand
Keep an open mind and aspire to advance
You need to know how I hide a hand
Genetically engineered us from a primal man
The pineal gland waits inside
You need access, you don’t wanna waste your time
Your frequence is low, gotta take it high
Your life is limited, you gotta make it live
Get tired of repetition, gotta shuffle the playlist
Drugged up or in labor, stuck in a matrix
Suffering crazy, it’s in loving and in hating
It’s a DJ in the making just juggling basics
Something amazing, like stars when you gazing
Anything can happen, it’s ours for the taking
Opportunities lost, but far from forsaken
Set me in an action for God’s entertainment
Pawns get played with and the angels laugh
Like billions of souls on a painful path
We breed moments of joy, build and destroy
We lost our way and it makes us mad

[Hook]
Just relax
I can take it from here cause I hear you ain’t up for the task
I got it covered, no discussions of that
But I’m making fresh trails on a dusty path
March, step, creep, jump
Just move, everybody gotta keep up
Just move, and just relax
Just move, and just relax

[Verse 2]
Take it easy, what’s the rush?
Who you tryna scare with your huffs and puffs?
I’m right here if you need assistance
But you don’t need me to reach the distance
I wouldn’t worry about a thing, son
You’re gonna win some or lose some and then some
We got different skills, we help one and other
Hope you got my back when the rest don’t wanna
I’m the blame if I end up alone
I don’t wanna be a king defending the throne
Pretend is in clones, insecure
You need to scratch back and your itchy nerves
Picture perfect doesn’t exist
Untill we get revolution up in this
Retrobution is not an option
Only next level mindsets can stop the problem

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I am that I am, lost in translation
Everything is everything, gotta have patience
Vibration, the world is duality
Separation, verge of insanity
Don’t judge, observe when you study
Past, future, regrets, worries
Move steady and float to a new goal
Never wake up, who’s ready to go?

[Hook]

Split Prophets – Tung Fu Lyrics

[Intro]

As I’ve said before, modern life in the city is full of hidden dangers. Why are we here? We are here to learn how to defend ourselves against these dangers. This week we’re gonna be looking at how you can use the negative energy of a would be assailant, and turn it into a positive force, for your own self-defence. In other words turning their aggression, to our advantage

If you’d all like to split into pairs please
I don’t wanna see any Jackie Chan bollocks
I wanna see some windmilling in, and if you’ve got a set of keys on you stick ’em in your hand and make them count!

[Verse 1]

Yo

Kick or punch stuck up kids that front
It’s up front
And that kid with mad scripts that bump
Rip that skunk
Into tiny pieces at once
And start smoking ’til your choking on massive bits of your lungs
Cuz
f**k it
We’re gunna die before our time is due
That’s why we keep getting so f**ked
That our mind is screwed
And you should keep your mouth shut if you think this guy is rude
If I was you I’d think twice before you try to ignite a feud
Cos there’s no going back
Once you wage war with us
You’ll get crushed
And get trampled on the stage floor
Who’s bars are you spitting because they ain’t yours
We bring original hip-hop
Stay raw
So make sure you train for it
Cos what you say’s boring
Get up on the stage and all the fakes forfeit
Weed, music and girls
That’s how my brain orbits
3-6-5 days of the year
I’m made for this

[Verse 2]

Kick and punch stuck up kids that front
Its up front
And that kid with mad scripts that bump
We bitch slap chumps
That proceed to spit wack junk
And burn diesel in the middle of this big fat dump
Where
Delicate bitches get their piss-flaps pumped
By big bad cunts
That kick back and bring that funk
We baffle backwards talking kids at once
And stay smoking ’til we’re choking on big black lungs
So hit that blunt
And “shh shh”
When we recite scriptures
That entice listeners
For them its like Christmas
Weed, music and gin
Yeah that’s a nice mixture
And I consume it excessively
‘Til my mind blisters
And there ain’t no going back
When you start static
But you can’t back it
We bring the pressure you can’t manage
S-P family tree yo
We aren’t slacking
3-6-5 days of the year
We’re hard at it

[Breakdown]

When you’re ready, come at me

Come one then you f**king slag!
You f**king want some!?

[Verse 3]

Yo
Yeah
Yo

Punch and kick kids front up that’s rich
It’s up front
And that kid we tonk cunts that fit (?)
f**k that it’s
Time to make a skunk pipe spliff (?)
And breathe in
‘Til I feel like I’ve done acid
Straight
Cos only people who I’ve run tracks with
Are worthy spitters
The rest are bitter chumps that wish
They made it further than these scumbags did
But they aren’t massive
That’s why they’re hating all the stuff that’s big
We brung that piff
Causing fires like a struck matchstick
We don’t even need a sample
Just the drums that’s it
You’ll see the crowd all astounded
Like we done magic
Head ablaze bro grab the DJ tell him
“Bun that shit”
B’cuh I’m mad pissed
And he’s unsure that he does have this
Slap and abuse him cos he’s slacking
Like a dumb slag’s minge
You say you’re amazing but you’re, um, tragic
Been spitting for ages and I ain’t heard you once rap sick

[Verse 4]

Yo

Punch and kick kids front up that’s rich
It’s up front
And that kid
We tonk cunts that fit (?)
f**k fat lips
It’s time to kick off nuff madness
And if somebody tells you different switch and slump that bitch
Only people who I bust raps with
Are up to scratch
All you other cats can cut that shit
It’s terrorism when I clutch that mick
I mean mic
Got your face all screwed up like you just drank piss
Run that diss
I dare you blud
We’ll come back thick
Your whole gang will be kicking dust up like
“Bun that, dip”
Heavy (?) keeps us active
We talk bare shit but back it
So think twice when you weigh up that risk
Cos we be different to you punks that spit
You bitch-made
We f**k bitches that are attractive
If it ain’t funky I don’t touch that shit
That goes for pussy, money, weed and music man I love that shit

Sweet Tee – Show And Prove Lyrics

Right here is the place for you to get yours
Those who can’t, wait, pause
Listen to the fly bassline and kick drum
You can’t hear it? Then throw a tantrum
And to make sure [?]
All the people in the place will know
This music, listen to the way I choose it
My talent, no, I’ll never lose it
See everyone applaud and get to it
No one ever try to diss or boo it
How could they anyway?
With me on the mic and my DJ on the cuts, hey
She’s sharp like a dart or cleaver
DJs, I suggest you leave her
Be, oh I see, I gotta make my move
You wanna hang with us? Then show and prove

You got ta show and prove

Show and prove, I’ll prove and show it
Whenever Tee’s on the mic, you know it’s
Got to be the moment that you were gonna
See somethin’ really spectacular
I’m pure like a thoroughbred, faster than a stallion
Bad in German, Swedish or Italian
[Cherish?] the mic the way a kid with crayons
I reach the [?] soul like in a séance
Paid to rock around the clock and knock your sock
Hip hop down, until your ass drops
This song is on so sing along
When you think I’m out of breath I’ll still be rockin’ on
You want a rhyme? I’ma feed you like a hog
Devour the lines just like a dog
I’m talkin’ to you, so get with the groove
What I’m ready to do is show and prove

I’m gonna show and prove

Get out my pad, I’m on a rampage
Grab all your stuff, and clear the damn stage
I sound stronger than a bottle of gin, straight
Out the box, I’m packin’ em in when
I just snap it, just start rappin’
Hear your beat tappin’, hands start clappin’
Now here’s some more def grammar to relate to
No punctuation needed, I’ll go straight through
[Pack it up?] hit you harder than a phaser
My voice will tranq you, the beat will raise you
Off the floor, off your chair, while you’re there
Raise your hair, I’ll have you floatin’ on it
The S-W, double-E, double-T
Pack ’em up to the balcony
When the show starts, hear them yell for me
Don’t get frustrated if you can’t see
Don’t need a telescope to [tell this code?]
[Prosthetic?], forget it, just yell it’s dope
Cause it’s [due?], the beat is too smooth
Can you swing with this? Then show and prove

I wanna see you show and prove
You got ta, got ta, got ta show and prove
You gotta-gotta show and prove

Yellowman – Wrong Girl To Play With Lyrics

Hello yellow
Is that you
Exactely darling

Since to me no matter who are young
But the wrong girl to play with (bis)
At they put down the mic of the DJ and going
Cause every girls want a peace of me
Every girls want a yellow baby
And the woman for me no matter come heard the child
Hear me know dread
Because me have a little girl
They call her sheran
But this little girl
Want be me woman
She want be my wife
Me be the husband
Me never know this girl really love man
Me kiss her pon a chin
She ask tigerman
Me kiss her again
She ask wellton
Me kiss her again
She ask fi tayan
When me kiss her pon her lips
And hool her pon a hand
Me nickel for that
Me hear she sings one song
Penny for a touch
And nickel for a kiss
That need fi
Tell him that to love me (bis)
Me have a next one they call her patsy
But this little girl she really love me
His I yellowman telling everybody
Me never know this girl love me fi money
When mi money duchy gone to nutsy
But this is something me a fi tell everybody

Lonely a mister lonely i have got nobody to call my honey (bis)
Ca me say roses red
Say
Violets blue but sugar is sweet but not like you
When you pass me you better say how they do
Since to me no matter who are young
But the wrong girl to play with (bis)
At they put down the mic of the DJ and going
Cause every girls want a peace of me
Every girls want a yellow baby
And the woman for me no matter come heard the child

Junkie XL – Off The Dancefloor Lyrics (feat. Isis Salam)

Oh why so serious
We are just a bunch of kids
Looking for fun under the sun never done
To the party is
We can pop a couple pills
I’m just looking for a thrill
Anything to get my mind off paying all these god damn bills
City lights walking out that door
On my way to the disco
Come on DJ gimme some more
Feel the bass on my back sweat dripping off my clothes
Now this is your chance here, now this your chance here
If you ain’t gonna dance trick, get yo ass off my dancefloor
I’m waiting for the light to see
A wonderful life unfold
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
Get yo ass off my dancefloor
I’m waiting for the light to see
A wonderful story untold
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
Get yo ass off my dancefloor
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
Look man, i’m just looking for a friend
Listen here mister, I insist that you buy me a drink
We can talk about yesterdays, skinny jeans were all the craze
Now all the cool kids acting stupid, acting stupid
Neon lights walking out at the beerstore
On my way to dancehall
Come on DJ gimme some more
Feel the bass on my back sweat dripping off my clothes
Now this is your chance here, now this your chance here
If you ain’t gonna dance trick, get yo ass off the dancefloor
I’m waiting for the light to see
A wonderful life unfold
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
I’m waiting for the light to see
A wonderful story untold
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
You gotta keep your head up
Your innocence is gold, gold, gold
You gotta keep your head up
Your innocence is gold
Get yo off my dancefloor
I’m waiting for the light to see
Come on DJ gimme some more
A wonderful life unfold
Come on DJ gimme some more
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
Get yo ass of my dancefloor
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
I’m waiting for the light to see
Come on DJ gimme some more
A wonderful story untold
Come on DJ gimme some more
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
Get yo ass off my dancefloor
Yeah here we go again

Filthy Gears – Running Lyrics (feat. P Money)

[Chorus: P Money]
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (Running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (Running)
All my nine-to-fivers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)

[Verse 1: P Money]
‘Nuff man have got their mind right
Every lyric is a drive-by
“Are you dizzy? Man will pull up and—” smack talk
I’ll drop a line, then leave ’em wide-eyed
You used to check for your friends all the time, right?
Now it’s just timelines, even I check on the slime line
I drop tracks, then leave it to blow before theirs
It’s all about how I timed mine (running)
When I first started to write rhymes
Two-double-O 5, it was grime time
OGz, same crew I’ve got now
But it wasn’t flipping six man, it was like nine
Spitting on the fifth floor taught me
Between a shotta and a cokehead was a fine line
I always knew my man was a cat
‘Cause he came back nine times (running)
I encourage those that want a life like mine
Grind like skates on railings or pipelines
You’ll get the money, car, clothes and the flight time
Or a girl with legs so out of this world
You’ll save their number as “sci-fi”
Could be wifey or Wi-Fi
A clean heart and a wise mind will keep the music (running)

[Chorus: P Money]
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)

[Verse 2: P Money]
I do it for the streets and the lifers
Workaholics, all my 9-to-5ers
The picture I paint is a straight line
And whatever I say into the mic is righteous
They say in this ting, I’m a pilot
Lost my way and had to visit some pirates
Radar Radio
I guess even pilots need guidance
My punches are violent
Got fans in Wales, Scotland and Ireland
I used to have a mad state of mind
Now I get played in all kind of states and islands
Not rich but I can stand beside them
Gold teeth, now I might get some with diamonds
They say my music is nuts
But I doubt I would ever get signed by Simon
So I go with it
I could get deals off my old lyrics
Due to throw a party next door
‘Cause I could write yours and my own lyrics
That’s facts, they’re tryna talk with no minutes
I’m like huh? I don’t get it
What’s that? I’ve got Stormzy cold lyrics
You’ve got you weren’t involved lyrics

[Chorus: P Money]
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on

[Outro: P Money]
Running
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that running
When you hear this on the station
You get me?
Moneyman pon mic
P Money
You know who it is
Man like

Dj Chose – Run It Up Lyrics (feat. Beat King)

[Hook]
Ain’t too many out there that eating close to me
I ain’t quite yet where I’m supposed to be
My first 20 grand, that was broke to me
So a young nigga
Had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up
Had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up

[Verse 1]
Better there a Porsche, buy the porch out the [?]
Tell ’em Ace of Spades, bottles I prefer it
DJ so broke, where the f**k, where you heard that?
My bitch bad, if you shoot, she gon’ [?] it
Bank account thick, super thick, it’s already big
I’m just getting money, more money than your man did
‘Bout to run it up, run it up like the bleachers
If you ain’t spending money, don’t be hitting me for no features
Nigga done change, little nigga had to elevate
Came up a little, made some more moves, ’bout to celebrate
Money kept it real, let your people know you never fake
Go hard for the bag yeah, young nigga get hella cake

[Hook]
Ain’t too many out there that eating close to me
I ain’t quite yet where I’m supposed to be
My first 20 grand, that was broke to me
So a young nigga
Had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up
Had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up

[Verse 2]
Double cup with the red, I don’t need no ice
Running up that paper, could probably smash your wife
Never buy it if you can’t afford to buy it twice
Never buy it if you can’t afford to buy it twice
I’ve been stacking paper since 2010
Club God and Chose f**king up the streets again
If she let me smash, probably never call again
If she acting salty, I’ll probably hit her friend
Had to run it up in that foreign, switching lanes
Had to run it up, got your broad giving brain
Had to run it up, sipping grad, tipping grain
Club going, don’t forget the name

[Hook]
So a young nigga had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up
Had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up

DeJ Loaf – Bubbly Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Hey London can you bring me a lighter real quick
That might be my tag for my producer shit
When I start makin’ beats (What’s the problem?)
Oh I’m goin’ in let me do the whole song

[Verse 1]
It’s my birthday, hey
It’s my birthday, hey
She gon’ get to twistin’ on the pole with her legs
Please don’t get it twisted, mmm this bitch about her bread
Try to give her Hennessy, she want a perc instead
These bitches love my energy, they want me in their bed
I’m the biggest Joker, I need a bitch like Harley Quinn
Ain’t fishin’ for no bitches, I’m like Nemo with one fin, yeah
If you thinkin’ with your dick, then we gon’ put it on your head
My brother in the other room, puttin’ a bitch to bed
I told this nigga he gotta stop fuckin’ on my face
He looked at me, he dropped the beat, he said “I got a plan”
Yeah, add them bitches up, okay, you do the math, hey
Let me do me, you do the other half, yeah
I done got to the point, where I ain’t gotta ask
What the fuck is your point? All my bitches bad (Nigga)
Order on Wednesdays, put it on my tab
Fuck a throwback Thursday, I ain’t goin’ out sad
On that one night only, then turned into a bag
The Nissan Altima it turned into a Jag’

[Chorus]
Hmm, yeah
It’s my bitch, yeah
It’s my birthday, yeah
She just started, say it’s her first day, hey
Yeah, it’s her first day, oh woah

[Verse 2]
She get retarded, she get freaky
She’s so bossy, she ain’t easy
She ain’t with that, he or she say
She just wanna party, and go DJ
Yeah she know I’m ballin’
You ain’t in my league
I walk in, I’m unbothered, don’t you bother me
Watch how you talkin’ and approachin’ me
A nigga tried it and we left him with an injury
When I was on the East, they ain’t even notice me
I got my mink on but I take it off, roll up my sleeve (What’s up?)
Before I blew up, I passed out off some bubbly (Some bubbly)
I fell out in the White House, I felt like Hillary (I felt like Hillary)
Dead presidents, got me shiverin’ (What’s up?)
I’m beyond cold, because of my grandmother’s remedies
Young wild nigga, take you out your misery
Are you gon’ buss it open for my niggas who ain’t make it here?
I know you wanna go some places, baby I can take you there
I gotta a lot of acres, got a crib and it’s spacious there
I’ve been workin’ on myself, I haven’t mastered my patience yet
She be workin’ on herself, tryna build her own credit score
This is marble
We gon’ hustle on our tippy toes
She know it’s survival, she gon’ dance on her tippy toes
Candle light dinner, she leave a nigga with the bloody rose
Coked-out nigga, she gon’ leave him with a stuffy nose
Learned this shit from my grandma, she used to fuck with hoes
Learned this shit from my grandma, she used to fuck with stoves
Yeah, six years old, yeah, they thinkin’ I ain’t know
I’m at the [?] like “What up? What you need? What you want?”

[Outro]
Yeah
Oh-oh-oh
Yeah, said
If I wasn’t rappin’ then I would be sellin’ clothes
My nigga said if he weren’t rappin’, nah, he’s still sellin’ bowls
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas can’t fuck around
Bitches ass niggas, look I’m done with the song

Quilly – Strange Land Lyrics (feat. City Rominiecki)

Stange land, in the midst of trouble

[Verse 1: Quilly]

Uh, yeah, 50 missed calls, a 100 text messages
Treated me like peasant
Now they call me cuz I’m relevant
Ridin’ to my shows, Mordecai like the President
Uh, digital ruler; still measuring
5 star dishes, etiquette, real elegance
Still eat at the (?) to remind me when I was sellin’ nicks
Came along way from standin’ on the corner
Just to make sure I eat breakfast, I would stand until the mornin’
I used to grind for kicks, I ain’t asking my mom for shit
Think back, when I was 16, trappin’ for pun
Before school let out, my whole package was done
f**k that, I want my own shit
Started wit a 3.5, I want my own brick
Before my IPhone, chirppin’ off the flip phone shit
P95; chrome shit, open your top; Dallas cowboy dome shit

[Hook: City Rominiecki]

These streets are strange but this is all I know
I tried to leave but ain’t no need to go
The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul
I know, I know, it ain’t no need change
(?)

[Bridge: Quilly]

I put my heart in my raps
Wanna hit the chart wit my raps
I was a DJ in the kitchen, man I started from scratch
Matter fact, take em back. Let it breathe
Talk to em

[Verse 2: Quilly]

Matter fact, far as rap
Matter fact, far as trap
Matter fact, far as crack, I ain’t ever lookin’ back
Look at me, came from nothin’, labels callin’
People want me
Ain’t it funny, do it large, bitches sayin “he got money”
How I end up in that cell?
How I end up in that jail?
How she text me 21 times? She ain’t even send no mail
How niggas’ sayin that I owe them?
Ain’t pay my lawyer or bail
Some people hate just to hate, some people want you to fail
What I do? Get it poppin’, fly away; Mary Poppins
Pulled off in a foreign, now I see em; look who watchin’
They say “keys open doors”, kick it down; I ain’t knockin’
I’m on “go”, I ain’t stoppin
Bitch I finally got it rockin’!

[Hook: City Rominiecki]

These streets are strange but this is all I know
I tried to leave but ain’t no need to go
The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul
I know, I know, it ain’t no need change
(?)

Jr Jr – Low Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Saturday slept away
I go out catatonic
In a maze full of fake
Conversations I don’t want it
All the eyes are asking
“What can you do for me?”
All the looks are saying
“Nothing in life is free”

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause time is money
And money’s got good friends
I lost myself
Somebody
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Your heart of gold

[Chorus]
Cause I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low

[Verse 2]
Different night I’m alright
Never asking for perfection
Every time just to find
No one’s reading missed connections
All the DJ’s playing
3 nights of every week
All our voices straining
Screaming above the beat

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause time is money
And money’s got good friends
I lost myself
Somebody
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Your heart of gold

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (hey)
I’m running, I’m running low

[Bridge]
‘Cause time is money
And money’s got good friends
I lost myself
I don’t know when

[Outro]
I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
(I’m running)
(I’m running; Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
(I’m running)
(I’m running; Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low

Tellaman – Dandy Lyrics

[Pre-Hook]
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy

[Hook]
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag

[Verse 1]
I’m ahead, that’s why they talk behind my back
When the DJ drop the shit, you know that he gon’ bring it back
When I pull up with the team, all the suckers fall back
Man we always keep it clean, too clean with the swag
Man I got it all, yeah they know it
Styling nothing new, dawg I’ve been about it
Buy it straight cash, f**k a deposit
f**k a price tag, If I want it I want it

[Pre-Hook]
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy

[Hook]
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag

[Verse 2]
Look at us, now look at you
Who are we? The winning crew
If she run with me, then she got the juice
Chicks that’s acting cool they deserve an Oscar like Tom Cruise
Man I fell in love with the money
Man I fell in love with the honeys
Man I fell in love with the fashion
I guess that’s why they say that I’m a dandy

[Pre-Hook]
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy

[Hook]
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag

[Outro]
Dripping swag, dripping swag
Dripping swag, dripping swag
Dripping swag, dripping swag
Dripping swag, dripping swag

Sandra Afrika – Mojito Lyrics

[Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, daj mi, daj mi hitno
I pusti jače ovu stvar
Ne daj, ne daj Bože da mi bivši dođe
Napraviću ja dar-mar

[Verse 1]
Izlazim kasno i sve mi je jasno
Noćas će biti ludnica
Hladne koktele, usne mi žele
Osećam se k’o kraljica

[Pre-Chorus]
Ne, ne, nemam živaca za priče
Što me ne zanimaju
Ne, ne, nemam živaca za ljude
Što se foliraju

[Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, daj mi, daj mi hitno
I pusti jače ovu stvar
Ne daj, ne daj Bože da mi bivši dođe
Napraviću ja dar-mar

[Post-Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, samo to je bitno
Da preživim ovu noć
Još od jutra pijem ja, mozak je pa-pa
DJ, DJ upomoć!

[Verse 2]
Kakvi su ovo, danas, muškarci
Gledaju, a ne prilaze
Treba mi samo jedan, ali vredan
Da mi zavrti bokove

[Pre-Chorus]
Ne, ne, nemam živaca za priče
Što me ne zanimaju
Ne, ne, nemam živaca za ljude
Što se foliraju

[Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, daj mi, daj mi hitno
I pusti jače ovu stvar
Ne daj, ne daj Bože da mi bivši dođe
Napraviću ja dar-mar

[Post-Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, samo to je bitno
Da preživim ovu noć
Još od jutra pijem ja, mozak je pa-pa
DJ, DJ upomoć!

[Bridge]
Još od jutra pijem ja
Pijem ja, pijem ja, pijem ja
Mojito, mojito

[Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, daj mi, daj mi hitno
I pusti jače ovu stvar
Ne daj, ne daj Bože da mi bivši dođe
Napraviću ja dar-mar

[Post-Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, samo to je bitno
Da preživim ovu noć
Još od jutra pijem ja, mozak je pa-pa
DJ, DJ upomoć!

Pete Flux & Parental – Say Aye Lyrics

[Hook]
Everything was fine, used to listen all the time
Then, all these rappers they lied
So now I’m in the booth, been scribbling the truth
Since a young nigga was yay high
Nothing left to do but kick it with the crew
And a bottle of Prosecco, stay fly
Posted in the back, we’re the dopest on the tracks
If you feel em’ motherf**ker say aye

[Verse 1]
Class act squad with a swag that’s odd
My people don’t do it like them
Rappers think they gods cause they talk about the Ms
We’re all gonna die so we’re equal in the end
Flow is psychotic, the buzz the byproduct
Because when I jot it we ain’t equal with the pen
Break. Akromegalie digging in crates
Diluting wack nigga intake
Spit that raw and my hits crack jaws
Coast in second gear, still dispatch y’all
With the ease, check the speed while your engine stalls
Flux is long gone like a ten cent call
Pause. Vienna nights, some of our best
Cause, the death of mics, people to step
Ball, that’s what we’d like, but not as yet
Me and family upping the ante to get respect

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Showed up at Brick 5 with the gear and the team
Soundcheck we get live, interfere with the scene
That’s a no no young man, gotta rehearse
Bystanders chill and watch kid body the verse
Microphones for the squad like shotties for perps
Blast shotgun shells when we drop one well
Hit em’ close range, it ain’t hard to tell
That the people feel the vibes, your feet are under a spell
Smell, what the rock is cooking?
And we got you looking at the DJ booth
Cause this hard, live large with the truth
Kick bars so the tip jar’s full of loot
By the end of the night, there were two dead mics
And two cops came to try to wrong all the rights
It was all good though, hell of a story point
Sipping bubbly, passing celebratory joints

[Hook]

Mc Mirella – Meu Amor Lyrics

[Verso]
Meu amor, você perdeu, não passa mal
Quando cair a ficha você cai na real
Que eu sou do baile, da madrugada
Quando o DJ soltar o som você não vai entender nada
Eu sou do baile, da madrugada
O Marcelinho solta o ponto, tu não vai entender nada

[Refrão]
O DJ já mandou
As meninas joga o bumbum
O DJ já mandou
As meninas joga o bumbum
Joga, joga, joga joga
Joga, joga, joga joga
Joga, joga, joga joga
Joga o bumbum

Yung Child Support – Spread It Lyrics

[Intro]

I have an attractive Spanish girl in my class, how do I approach her
You walk up on her, okay and you look her right in her eyes and you tell her “Hey… Spread It”.

[Bridge]

Dr. Girlfriend – Spread it.
Alex – Spread what?
Maurice – Yeah, spread it.
Alex – Spread, what?!
Maurice – Spread, it Alex.

[Chorus]

Hey, what’s up hello, spread it
If you ain’t got no money, spread it
If your single, siiiiiinngglle ooh-wa, spread it

[Verse]

You don’t want to f**k bill
Who don’t want to f**k bill
Left your bitch on the phone
Tell her to take the pic
You ain’t gotta be alone tonight
Imma take you home with me
Baby won’t you get off that
God damn you ass is fat
Hooo, hoo
DJ run it back now
Well momma if yo single

[Chorus]

I’m like hey, what’s up hello, spread it
If you ain’t got no money, spread it
If your single, siiiiiinngglle ooh-wa, spread it

[Outro]

You hearing it?
We go home back to her hotel room
And I still tried to smash and she curved my ass

Martin Suarez – Faded Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We drinking out the bottle f**k shots
I’m all about the guap
You say you getting money but you not
Headed to the top I ain’t gon’ stop now
Two bad bitches on me
So gone I can’t see
Finna get turnt all bottles on me, yeah

[Hook]
I’m faded, I’m faded
Pass me the bottle pretty lady
Let’s get this party going escalated
Only want you for tonight don’t try to play me
f**k them other dudes that you dated
They don’t compare to me I’ll treat you like a lady
Them lips of your have me going crazy
And that ass never cease to amaze me

[Verse 2]
We in the club, VIP entrance
Everything I told you, I swear I meant it
Me, hennessy, and you
Ima turn you on get you in the mood
Dylan’s in the back popping bottles
Throwing dollars, cooling with some models
I just wanna see you drop it low
Shake that ass
Drop it to the floor

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I know you love to party girl, so let’s go
Ima put in work, yeah you know that’s for sure
Turning up to the early morning
Hope the neighbors ain’t gon’ hear all that moaning
You won’t do it for them, but you do it for me
I got my mind on you, because you’re all I need
Don’t be tripping baby because I mean it for real
Now let’s head back to my crib so we can seal the deal
Let’s end the conversation baby
I hope you know you drive me crazy
You know I’ll treat you like a lady
f**k them hoes, and them bitches they don’t phase me
I’m all about the money, all about the guap
And I ain’t gon’ stop hustling til I’m at the top
Put you in a Porsche, put you on a yacht
I want it all I’m balling hard and y’all not

[Hook]

[Outro]
We gon’ get faded, we gon’ turn it up
Tell the DJ play my song, and turn it up
Club heating up I can’t get enough
Need you by my side, can’t get enough