Check out this new Jennifer Lopez joint entitled "Run The World" which features Def Jam Recordings colleagues Rick Ross and The Dream. J-Lo is set to release later in 2010 her new studio album "Love?". As you may already know, the Latin diva was dropped from her lifetime label Epic Records earlier this year due to the poor performance of her "Louboutins" single and the "flop" feeling they were getting from the new era. Nevetherless, Jennifer secured herself rather quickly a new record deal this time with Def Jam. Most of the songs, if not all, from the original "Love?" CD were scrapped and it's rumoured Def Jam will make the Urban-hip hop Jennifer Lopez return. And I can feel this music genre change in "Run The World". We know this is brand new since it features two of her new label-mates. What is uncertain is if the new leak will make the cut into the album, as we only know this hit the Internet via some "Exclusive Tunes S.G. 29" mixtape. "Run The World" is alright, I kinda like the chorus and the "run! run! run! run!" part hehe. I just hope Def Jam helps Jenny recuperate the magic she delivered in hits like "I'm Real (Remix)", or "Ain't It Funny (Remix)". In related news, Lopez has recently shot a music video for her upcoming buzz track titled "Take Care". See a picture from the video-shoot below. Now that screams DIVA! We should be hearing this new track pretty soon. As for the official first single from the revamped "Love?", it all points out "Good Hit" is still THE candidate. Loved its snippet and I just cannot wait to listen to the full thing. (Source: directlyrics.com)
Jennifer Lopez Ft. Rick Ross - Run The World Video
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These Young Dro - Freeze Me Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Freeze Me video recorded by Young Dro, Rick Ross, Young LA, Gucci Mane and T.I. is located above.
(?) show our money money, n-gga can't believe me Pocket B-K double wrapper, so you know know the cheesy Then I be so fresh, I got me b-tches wanna see me Everytime I hear a hater talkin I say freeze Are you hear to freeze me, (?) freeze me (4x) http://song-by-lyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/young-dro-ft-rick-ross-ti-freeze-me.html
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Song Information Title: Freeze Me Artist: Young Dro Length: 5:36 Type: Final Remix Full CDQ Album: N/A Genre: Rap HipHop Producer: Beat Billionaire Label: N/A
[Verse 1] We been messin' round for a long (long time) A while now (while now, uh) And you already know what's on my mind (mind) It's goin' down now (it's goin' down now?) And I don't need no background music, girl I turn it loud now I got the gangsta feelin' And I'ma do somethin' to you To you, to you Oh We can take it over The Bay Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? (F.A.B. at, uh) Or just put on that N.W.A. Comin' Straight Outta Compton on that pu--y, baby And we can all night long (haha) I'm bout to have yo' head gone And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong But we can make love to a rap song
[Hook]
Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I'm ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh) We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
[Verse 2]
And you been on my mind all day (all day) I know you wit it (know you wit it baby, uh) And I'ma do you like Kanye (yeah) cuz I'ma let you finish (let you finish!) You can get it (you can get it) Or we can do it east coast style and I'll keep on my fitted I said I got the gangsta feelin' I feel like breakin' you off You off, you off Off We can take it way down south Rick Ross on the iPad (cuz you the boss' girl) Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (BOOM!) Wait, hold up She got a donk (YUP!) she got a donk (YUP!), she got a donk I'm bout to have yo' head gone
And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong But we can make love to a rap song
[Hook]
Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I'm ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh) We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
[Rick Ross]
My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag Right now you rockin' wit the finest and I mean that (uh) Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh) Pants fitted, dammit where ya jeans at? Makin' love to a rap song Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, uuuhhhh Like Akon, we could stack it all up (yeah) Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up (uh) (Hot) that's all shawty ever was Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks (Hot) is all shawty ever been Blow a couple racks in Barney's on that Phillip Lim Ballin', it's ya birthday You know that champagne'll get ya boy to first base Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger Number one niggas Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender
[Hook]
Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I'm ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh) We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafu-ka I'm ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh) We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
Song Information Title: Rap Song Artist: T-Pain Length: 3:58 Type: Full CDQ Mastered Album: RevolveR Genre: Rap Producer: N/A Label: N/A
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Paid the cost to be a boss Look at me (repeated 4x)
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Song Information Title: Paid Tha Cost Artist: Rick Ross Length: 2:32 Type: CDQ Album: N/A Genre: Rap Producer: N/A Label: N/A
[Intro] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that’s a 150 thou Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4 I be right back, I’m finna go get dressed Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet
[Chorus: T.I.] I stay on my grind cause that come first If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt All that’s on my mind is get that dough He try me imma take you places you don’t wanna go 56 stacks of more and I’m in your town Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]
[Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, I do my thang you don’t know Off the motherfuckin’ chain, play the game how it go I ain’t in the game still imma problem on the low Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear You don’t know me homie you can get the fuck from round here I don’t care who you will, who you with or who you know Let’s be clear, I’m a motherfuckin’ G and you a hoe Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy I’m the coolest in the city bitch While you lame trippin’ on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin’ shit http://song-by-lyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/ti-ft-rick-ross-pledge-allegiance-to.html Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash I demand you to raise your hand and Pledge Allegiance To The Swag
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] World got no money call me David Copperfield A bitch’ll disappear or the bitch will disappear We control the corners, that’s usual politics Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip We two different niggas, I’m servin’, he sniffing his And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting gears Movin’ how I move, I fuck with a selected few Aviators and Audemars, tha bezel flourescent blue Down south nigga, had to climb up out the barrel Outfox these niggas, now we rock out on apparrel Pledge allegiance to the swag cause this shit is top notch Jumpin’ in and outta bitches like I’m playin’ hopscotch Jumpin’ in and outta sixes like I got a car lot And I got the type of digits that your bitch’ll dial by Young niggas bow down to the kings In the presence of a Don, pay respect, kiss my ring
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.] The Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty Deal ain’t hundred mil, you ain’t talkin’ bout shit Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick If you talking bout some paper step into my office On some pimp house shit, written out chicks, Fuck ‘em from behind, they be spitting out dick Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin’ ounces of gas Ask the feds what I had when they found me We down with whatever, don’t interrupt my countin’ Ballin’ on a daily basis, call my accountant Only time you make it rain when you throwin’ change in a fountain Flow sick, crazy, derranged, need counselin’ He say I ain’t all that, she say I’m outstandin’ Them lames all cheesy, square’s outta season When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance
[Chorus]
[T.I Talking] Ay my n-gga I’m the type of stars and stripes you know what I’m saying, you come f-ck with me on that bullsh-t you’ll be seeing Stars and Stripes n-gga, you understand that n-gga, say I’m lying, think its a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my n-gga, I bump that Maybach music n-gga when I’m playing music in my Maybach, ya dig Aye listen, all you other sucker ass n-gga homeboys I don’t see you dogg, you transparent, translucient dog my n-gga get out my way n-gga let money get through here dog you understand say you n-ggas aint even on my muthaf-cking resume dog aye my n-gga if I did take you out the game it was my pleasure to move you out my God Damn way you know what I’m saying n-ggas say no more homes nigga you could have died in the hand of another man, you know what I’m saying n-gga I’m the best thing that ever happen to you, n-gga you know, say homeboy my worst muthf-cking mistake was the best you ever hope for know what I’m saying, I forgot more sh-t than you could remember n-gga, I got more muthaf-cking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll n-gga n-gga anytime you want to n-gga I match my change to your mutha-fcking dollars see who come up first know what I’m saying big bank take little bank n-gga wassup…
These Rick Ross - King Boss Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. King Boss video recorded by Rick Ross is located above.
Apparently, the song has no chorus.
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Song Information Title: King Boss Artist: Rick Ross Length: 3:28 Type: Full CDQ Unreleased Album: N/A Genre: Rap Producer: N/A Label: N/A
Kanye West took his Twitter account last night to announce an upcoming Kanye & Jay-Z joint album entitled called "Watch the Throne". It's still unknown when will this project be released but West has already delivered the first "single" from it. Kanye posted yesterday on his official blog this new song entitled "Monster" featuring Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj and indie artist Bon Iver. With this "freebie" Kanye has kept his "Good Friday" promise, that consists in releasing a new song every week on that same day. "Monster" is just crazy!...but in a good way though lol. Production is hot. And hands down to Nicki Minaj! She absolutely MURDERED it! I need her "Pink Friday" CD right now. BTW, 50k the verse? Nice... (Source: directlyrics.com)
Kanye West Ft. Jay-Z, Rick Ross & Nicki Minaj - Monster Video
[Bon Iver] I shoot the lights out Hide til its bright out Whoa, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life?
[Rick Ross] Bitch I’m a monster no good blood sucker Fat muthaf-cker now look who’s in trouble As you run through my jungle all you hear is rumbles Kanye West sample, here’s one for example
[Chorus] Gossip gossip N-ggas just stop it Everybody know (I’m a muthaf-cking monster) I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert Profit profit, n-gga I got it Everybody know I’m a muthaf-cking monster I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the
The best living or dead hands down huh? Less talk more head right now huh? And my eyes more red than the devil is And I’m bout to take it to another level bitch There you go again, aint nobody as cold as this Do the rap and the track tripled up and no assist But my only focus is staying on some bogus sh-t Argue with my older bitch acting like I owe her sh-t I heard the people sayin raps are gettin trap mayne Bought the chain that always give me back pain F-ckin up my money so yeh I had to act sane Chi n-gga but he’s hold of his accent She came up to me and said this the number 2 If you wanna make it number one your number 2 now This that goose an’ malibu I call it Malibooya God damn Yeezy How I hit em with the new style Know that muthaf-cker well, what you gon do now Whatever ever I wanna do, gosh its cool now Nah gonna do, uhh its a new now Think yo muthaf-cker really reall need to cool down Cause you will never get on top off this So mommy best advice is to get on top of this Have you ever had sex with a pharoah I put the p-ssy in a sarcophagus Now she claiming I bruise her esophagus Head of the class and she just want a swallowship I’m living the future so the presence is my past My presence is a present kiss my ass
[Kanye West - Chorus] Gossip gossip N-ggas just stop it Everybody know (I’m a muthaf-cking monster) I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert Profit profit, n-gga I got it Everybody know I’m a muthaf-cking monster I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the
[Jay-Z] Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong Lochness, Goblin, Ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question what do all these things have in common Everybody knows I’m a muthaf-cking monster Kanye West Monster lyrics found on http://song-by-lyrics.blogspot.com/2010/08/kanye-west-ft-jay-z-rick-ross-nicki.html Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense None of you n-ggas know where the swamp is None of you n-ggas have seen the carnage that I’ve seen I still here fiends scream in my dream Murder murder in black convertibles I kill a block I murder avenues Rape and pillage a village, women and children song-by-lyrics.blogspot.com Everybody wanna know what my achilles heel is LOVE I dont get enough of it All I get is these vampires and blood suckers All I see is these n-ggas I’ve made millionnaires Milling about, spilling there feelings in the air (shot at Beanie?) All I see is these fake f-cks with no fangs Tryna draw blood with my ice cold veins I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up
[Chorus] Gossip gossip N-ggas just stop it Everybody know (I’m a muthaf-cking monster) I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert Profit profit, n-gga I got it Everybody know I’m a muthaf-cking monster I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the
[Nicki Minaj] Pull up in the monster Automobile gangster With a bad b-tch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah I’m in that Tonka, colour of Willy Wonka You could be the King but watch the Queen conquer Ok first things first I’ll eat your brains Then I’mma start rocking gold teeth and fangs Casue that’s what a muthaf-cking monster do Hairdresser from milan, thats what monster do Monster Giuseppe heel that’s the monster shoe Young money is the roster and the monster crew And I’m all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face And if I’m fake I aint notice cause my money aint So let me get this straight wait I’m the rookie But my features and my shows ten times your pay 50k for a verse no album out! Yeah my money’s so tall that my barbie’s gotta climb it Hotter than a middle eastern climate Find it 20 mataran dutty whine it While it, nicki on a pit while I sign it How these n-ggas so one-track minded But really really I don’t give a F-U-C-K Forget barbie f-ck nicki she’s fake song-by-lyrics.blogspot.com She’s on a diet but my pockets eating cheese cake And I’ll say boy the Chucky is Child’s play Just killed another career it’s a mild day Besides ‘Ye they can’t stand besides me I think me, you and (?) menage friday Pink wig thick ass give em whip lash I think big get cash make em blink fast Now look at what you just saw I think this is what you live for Aaahhhh, I’m a muthaf-cking monster!
[Bon Iver] I-I crossed the line-line And I’ll-I’ll let God decide-cide I-I wouldn’t last these shows So I-I am headed home (repeated)
These Rick Ross - Summer's Mine Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Summer's Mine video recorded by Rick Ross is located above.
[Chorus - Rick Ross] The summer's mine The summer's mine I'm buying ten bottles b-tch And I'm on number nine
The summer's mine The summer's mine Everytime she see a new whip She know it's one of mine
The summer's mine The summer's mine Everytime you look around They spinnin' one of mine
The summer's mine The summer's mine The last motherf-cker that you want to undermind
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Song Information Title: Summer's Mine Artist: Rick Ross Length: 2:58 Type: Full CDQ Album: N/A Genre: Rap Producer: N/A Label: N/A
[Rick Ross - Verse 1] smoking the best spliff in a brand new benz No ID on the track let the story begin, begin… lookin in the mirror but I dont see much staring in the streets so I dont sleep much watching the snakes so they dont creep up but the way im gettin dis money n-ggas can’t keep up u n-ggas can’t keep up n-ggas got beef but it can’t be much I’m still walking through the crowds like I cant be touched top back all black Gretsky puck ice skater a lil later might let me f-ck damn, she might let me f-ck last night I cried tears of joy what did I do to deserve this rock a rhine on my wrist a year ago I didnt even know dat b-tches exist quarter milli for the muthaf-cka no insurance on a muthaf-cka aint life a bitch, but u gotta keep her wet keys open doors so I gotta keep a set everybody know that I’ma alot of people’s threats biggie smalls in the flesh livin life after my death yesterday i read my horoscope tell me lord will I be poor and broke tell me lord will I be dealing dope i wanna take my momma to the pocanoes
[Ceelo - Chorus] WHY [Rick Ross] But only Lord Know [Ceelo] To all the loved ones I leave behind because they cant see me fine and I ask when someone wants to be me, why? not even everything can ease my mind if you could read my mind my God Im Scarred I have tattoo tears of joy
[Rick Ross - Verse 2] Last nite I cried tears of joy what did I do to deserve this? young rich muthaf-cka still uneducated but dammit a n-gga made it GOD damn a n-gga made it Crib bigger than a church Lord know Im blessed 5 different lawyers Lord know I’m stressed! a punch in the face get you 300k ask Vlad now he back making minimum wage another victim of my criminal ways I wanna walk in the image of christ but that b-tch Vivica nice and I’m still swimming in ice I’m just living my life I’m just living my life lease a lambourghini for your pu-sy rate life is just a pu-sy race snatch a b-tch take her back to your place next mornin I can tell you how the pu-sy taste I got expensive taste
[Ceelo - Chorus]
[Rick Ross - Verse 3] last nite I cried tears of joy what did we do to deserve this not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for Emmett Till all the dead souls in the field lookin at my rolly its about that time white man had a problem wit mine and we suppose to be shy? (shy)(shy) the revolution still applies prolly still on the rise
Audio Meth : Rick Ross A song from Ross' Teflon Don album which will be released just a few days from now. This is by the way a bonus track if you buy the album from iTunes. This hot track also features co-rapper Raekwon. Song about addictiveness.
Rick Ross Ft. Raekwon - Audio Meth Lyrics and Video
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So addictive, So addictive, im addicted to v-12 benzes the rush of audio meth it comes instant, every breath i take i pay interest, so addictive so addictive im addicted to kinary yellow diamonds, chinese AK's that shoot silent, most gangsters choose to die violent, diamond up evil G, diesel weed slingin needles heroine draw from my serible, paint autos lace you with scars and tarnish everything on you, take you out to jewels nails and dress, newyork savages hunt scavangers As you notice, we don't have the full precise lyrics for this song. But if you happen to have some parts or maybe the full lyrics, please put it on the comment below or submit "Audio Meth" lyrics directly.
No. 1 : Rick Ross Ross' album Teflon Don full track is starting to leak over the internet. It might also become one of those two-weeks before the release leak. Anyway here's another of his song called No. 1 or "Number 1". The chorus is not so good but Trey, Rick and Diddy's verses are dope!
Rick Ross Ft. Diddy & Trey Songz - No. 1 Lyrics and Video
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I'm number in this b-tch Nah they understand why I'm runnin' this sh-t From the bottom, to the top I'll be ballin' till I drop And I never gon' stop (repeat)
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Rick Ross Ft. Drake - Aston Martin Music Lyrics and Video
[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle] We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night) Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride) Just me and my boss no worries at all Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
[Hook: Drake] Would have came back for you I just needed time to do what I had to do Caught in the life I cant let it go Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross] When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call My down bitch, one who live by the code Put this music s-it aside get it in on the road Lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose Exotic red bottoms, so-bodied glittered in gold Following fundamentals Im following in the rental I love a nasty girl who swallow is on the menu And money triple up when you get it out of state Need a new safe cause Im runnin out of space Now Im Roy Jetson Im somewhere out of space In my two-seater she the one that I would take
[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night) Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride) Just me and my boss no worries at all Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
Hook: Drake
Would have came back for you I just needed time to do what I had to do Caught in the life I cant let it go Whether thats right I will never know(ugh well here goes nothin)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box Mr. KFC DBS is in the watch Livin fast where its all about that money bag Never front you take it there aint no comin back Top down right here is where she want to be That’s why golds unfold right in front of me Eveytime we f-ck her soul take ahold of me Addicted like Pookie that pu-sy be controllin me That thang keep callin F-ck maintain boy I gotta keep ballin Pink bottles keep comin James Bond coup pop clutch 100
[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle] We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night) Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride) Just me and my boss no worries at all Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
[Hook: Drake] Would have came back for you I just needed time to do what I had to do Caught in the life I cant let it go Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but hear goes nothin)
Free Mason : Rick Ross Ft. Jay-Z & John Legend A song included on Rick Ross' upcoming "Teflon Don" album has just been played on the radio. We managed to find a radiorip of the song entitled "Free Mason" from youtube. His album is scheduled to release this July 20, 2010. The song also includes co-rappers Jay-Z and R&B singer John Legend.
Rick Ross Ft. Jay-Z & John Legend - Free Mason Video
Rick Ross Ft. Jay-Z & John Legend - Free Mason Lyrics and Video
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[Intro] This is for the soldiers That see the sun at midnight, ya dig Let me slow down (It's so incredible)
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross] I go in the grave before I be a bich n-gga Better behave you dealin’ with some rich n-gga we the lost symbols Speak in cryptic codes Ancient wisdom Valuable like gifts of Gold I embark on life my path is all math I understand the codes these hackers can’t crack I understand the folks expect me to fold Community control to violate parole I wont fail but a lot of men will I'm iconic in the field like Solomon's seal Uh, it's just in an intro Allow my flow time to sink into the temple Free Mason Free Lancer Free Agents, we faster Big contracts, big contractors Built pyramids, period We Masters No caterpillars, it was just a lot of n-ggas A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors All white mansion, I'm the child of God All black diamonds times were hard New Rolls Royce Guess you made it n-gga All white neighborhoods, you they favorite n-gga My top back like J.F.K. They wanna push my top back like J.F.K. So, So I J.F.K. Join forces with the kings and we ate all day Right now I could rewrite history I stopped writing so f-ck it I'll do it mentally
[Chorus - Rick Ross] I go to the grave before I be a bich n-gga Better behave you're dealin’ with some rich n-ggas Started in the ghetto now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die (repeat)
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z] N-ggas couldn’t do nothing with me They put the devil on me I would have preferred if n-gga squeeze the metal on me Rumors of Lucifer I don’t know who to trust whole world want my demise turn my music up Here me clearly, if y’all n-ggas fear me Just say y'all fear me F-ck all these fairy tales, go to hell This is God engineering This is Hail Mary pass y’all interfering He without sin shall cast the first stone So y’all look in the mirror Double check your appearance B-tch I said I was amazing Not that I'm a Mason It's amazing that I made it though the maze that I was in Lord forgive me I never would’ve made it without sin Holy water my face in the basin Diamonds in my rosary shows he forgave him B-tch I'm red hot, I'm on my third six but the devil, I'm not My Jesus piece flooded but thou shall not covet Keep your eyes off my cupboard I'm a bad motherf-cker It's Hov just say you love it
[Chorus - Rick Ross] I go to the grave before I be a bich n-gga Better behave you're dealin’ with some rich n-ggas Started in the ghetto now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die (repeat)
[Bridge - John Legend] If I ever die, never let it be said I didn’t win Never, never say Never say Legend didn’t go in (imma go in) I just wanna die on Top of the World Makin' love to my favorite girl Makin' beuatiful music We makin' a movie We knew we was born to do it
[Chorus - Rick Ross] I go to the grave before I be a bich n-gga Better behave you're dealin’ with some rich n-ggas Started in the ghetto now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die (repeat)
They say we can’t be livin’ like this For the rest of our lives But we gon’ be livin’ like this For the rest of tonight And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t For the rest of our lives
Live fast (Live fast) And die young (Die young) Live fast (Live fast) And die young (Die young) Live fast And die young
Livin’ fast, now it’s all in the rags Hard-headed, but my top peelin’ back Tinted glass on my ’57, nigga with an attitude (Me) Young and radical, methods are mathematical Let my convertible marinate on the avenue Mami, that’s half a million, I’m livin’ la vida rapido Die young, but f--k it, we flew first class Turned you to a rich bitch by your first glass Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen Every time we hit the charts, niggas shoot up like a fiend Stuntin’ like we printin’ money with machines What you see me wavin’, Vacheron Constantine Like Mike, my Spikes stay all white Twenty-four karat gold, eighty carats worth of ice Ice insured, f--k life insurance I live for the moment, and put a bullet on that (Bawse) Got the club rockin’ like a f--kin’ boat I’m the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go Good party over here, everybody over here You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here All the bottles over here, even spread it over there All the models over here, but they swallow everywhere She came to party like it’s 1999 If she died on my dick, she would live through my rhymes
They say we can’t be livin’ like this For the rest of our lives But we gon’ be livin’ like this For the rest of tonight And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t For the rest of our lives
Live fast (Live fast) And die young (Die young) Live fast (Live fast) And die young (Die young) Live fast And die young
For all Miami ladies that drivin’ Miss Daisy Drivin’ me crazy, rock the beat, baby Hop up out the errt, she eat up the pavement I don’t give a errt, baby, he crazy I’m back by unpopular demand Least he still poppin’ in Japan, shoppin’ in Milan Hoppin’ out the van, screams from the fans “Yeezy, always knew you’d be on top again!” And we ’bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule ya Dr. Martin Louis the King, Junior And I’ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers My outfit so disrespectful You can go ‘head and sneeze ’cause my presence blessed you I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish Niggas done mistook me for my stylist And I know it’s superficial and you say it’s just clothes But we shoppin’ in that motherf--ker and it just closed So go ahead and just pose When she walked up out the dressing room, the store just froze And I know they tryna get they cool back And them ghetto bitches hollin’ “How you do that?” So they could never say we never lived it And if I see Biggie tonight, I loved every minute
They say we can’t be livin’ like this For the rest of our lives Well, we gon’ be livin’ like this For the rest of tonight And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t For the rest of our lives
So live fast And die young Live fast And die young Live fast And die young
Peter Piper pickin’ peppers, Rick pitch poems My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm When that ass is enormous, abs abnormal And tans in the morning on sands in California Seems like we gettin’ money for the wrong things Look around, Maseratis for the whole team Look at Haiti, children dyin’ round the clock, nigga I sent a hundred grand, but that’s a decent watch, nigga I’m gettin’ better, ’cause it woulda leased a drop, nigga I’ma get my money right, just watch, nigga She had a miscarriage, I couldn’t cry, though ‘Cause you and I know she was only my side ho Uh, I got ‘em catchin’ amnesia Time to pull my f--kin’ minks out the freezer See the lynx and you just think, “Jesus” I’m hot ’til the day a day freezes Young and radical, methods are mathematical I’m multiplyin’ my money through different avenues Took many to war, shook never before For my mother I applaud Ms. Afeni Shakur Ice insured, f--k life insurance Three bad bitches, don’t come concurrent Still, you know the dope won’t stop And if I die today bury me in a dope-ass watch
We can’t be livin’ like this For the rest of our lives Well, we gon’ be livin’ like this For the rest of tonight And you know we gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t For the rest of our lives
So live fast And die young Live fast And die young Live fast And die young
Super High Lyrics : Rick Ross "Super High" is a song recorded by American rapper, Rick Ross team up with Ne-Yo serves as first single off Ross's fourth studio album "Teflon Don" expected to released on June 29 2010. The video clip will be directed by F. Gary Gray. You can enjoy Rick Ross - Super High video gathered from youtube. Super High lyrics performed by Rick Ross can be found below the video.
Rick Ross Ft. Ne-Yo - Super High Video
Rick Ross Ft. Ne-Yo - Super High Lyrics and Video
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross] From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too Purple Rain, over Central Park, chillin' with my goons Big Pop's & Sade's, Cirocs & Chardonnay My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse my balloon We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11 I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911 I been tryna fuck for months, babygirl it's now or never Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather ...We shinin' when it's pitch dark Yea this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin' I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton
[Chorus: Ne-Yo] All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high) Put your eyes... to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
{Bring your sexy ass here baby}
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] I wanna buy my bitch every bag and she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back I wanna take my bitch around the globe Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes ..Rare bottoms by the barrel Pop the Giuseppe tags, like it's American Apparel 20,000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army Andele, andele, baby move fast She drop it down and bring it back, I like that I wanna buy my bitch every bag so she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Rick Ross] If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine
[Verse 3: Ne-Yo] Women of a caliber only seen in magazines and calendars And I'm sitting with Miss October cuz my birthday's in October Strawberry and her Ross on I can see it in her eye, cuz she wink and she toast me and later on we gonna mosy.. to a place where it's populated and get durty
[Rick Ross] If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
[Ne-Yo] Put your eyes to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh) Cuz we are, we are super high ooh yeah, ooh yeah
"Veterans Day" is a song recorded by American rapper Rick Ross featuring Lil Wayne and Birdman rumored to be included on his upcoming fourth studio album entitled "Teflon Don". The new album has been confirmed on his website to be released on early this year (2010). Enjoy the music video and please report on the comment post if you found Rick Ross - Veterans Day video is broken. Veterans Day lyrics performed by Rick Ross can be found below the video.
Rick Ross Ft. Lil Wayne, Birdman - Veterans Day Video
Rick Ross Ft. Lil Wayne, Birdman - Veterans Day Lyrics and Video
[Lil Wayne] I like my p-ssy a little wetter, my drinks a little colder my girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders like my weed a little stronger, my money a lot longer if blooding aint right than I couldn’t be a wronger I’m a bad muthaf-cker, be very afraid boy this heat will give your ass a raspberry beret been in the building muthaf-cker we aint never escape cash money is the army, veterans day the block got hotter, the World got colder so f-ck a diamond chain we wearing guns on our shoulder if you want it you can get it, come and sign up, we got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up man we so about it, 5 star count it could have f-cked the World but I left it how I found it took the game to school now I’m bout to cap and gown it got a circle of success you can say I’m way around it
yeah and by the way my name is Tunche
[Birdman] Uptown roller, take it off your shoulder Tommy’s with the flag, spent the hundred high rollin’ flipped it off the condo, made it off the conda sky scraping condo top floor aroma high to the sky when I step up in this b-tch thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this b-tch the marble for the Louie the bag full of cash keep a strap on me, a mill on the tab priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat Junya doing time, kicking up his feet a mill on the books, I’m stuntin with a fleet a pretty red b-tch we smash every week blowing on some good Maybach back seat the b-tch sleeping good, a mill on the sheets born rich from the hood YMCMB yeah Maybach, brrrap
[Rick Ross] I’m that fat muthf-cker, young entrepreneurs zombies in the street we got them pouring out the sewers most controversial in the muthaf-cking truest and by looking at my jewels Im still the muthaf-cking coolest waving your flag you just a f-cking blood donor and this b-tch far from bad who put these f-cking Uggs on her took her to California spent a f-cking dub on her when she walk up in the club now every f-cking thug want her I’m just so f-cking special, lets see whats on the menu f-ck the promoter my grand bigger than the venue this the sh-t Im into all black in the rental my chopper be making hits its such a sad instrumental these n-ggas love boys enjoying there little toys I’m building hotels off the coast of St. Croix 100 mill I accept nothing less black Rayban’s at Obama’s next address
"All I Do Is Win" is the third single recorded by Miami based mixtape DJ and Terror Squad member, DJ Khaled off his upcoming fourth studio album titled "Victory" that is set to be released on March 2, 2010. The song features T-Pain, Ludacris, Rick Ross, & Snoop Dogg on vocal and produced by DJ Nasty & LVM. Enjoy the music video and please report on the comment post if you found DJ Khaled - All I Do Is Win video is broken. All I Do Is Win lyrics performed by DJ Khaled can be found below the video.
DJ Khaled Ft. T-Pain, Ludacris, Rick Ross, Snoop Dogg - All I Do Is Win Video
DJ Khaled Ft. T-Pain, Ludacris, Rick Ross, Snoop Dogg - All I Do Is Win Lyrics and Video
[T-Pain - Chorus] All I Do is win win win no matter what got money on mind can never get it off and everytime I step up in the building everybody hands go up and they stay there and they say yeah and they stay there Up down, up down cause all I do is win win win and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..
[Ludacris] Ludacris goin in on the verse cause I never been defeated and I won’t stop now keep your hands up put em in the sky for the homies that didn’t make it and the folks locked down I never went no where they saying Luda’s back blame it on that conjure the hood call it Ludayac and I’m on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows my hands go up and down like strippers booty’s go my verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins last time on a Khaled remix now I’m on the original version aint never count me out y’all better count me in got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in make millions every year, the souths champion cause all I do, all I, all I, all I all I do is…
[T-Pain - Chorus] All I Do is win win win no matter what got money on mind can never get it off and everytime I step up in the building everybody hands go up and they stay there and they say yeah and they stay there Up down, up down cause all I do is win win win and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..
[Rick Ross] Swerving in my Lolo, head on the swivel you know serving me’s a no no clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy! tell Khaled back it up, my n-ggas call me Loco thats for armed trafficking, don’t make me pull that fo-fo ask you what you laughing at represent that mud life dirty money b-tch you better get your mud right we come together holding hands and holla thug life we are strapped in all black it’s like thug life (all we do is win) you riding the what we riding the night you riding with me cause you wasn’t riding right ROSS…
[T-Pain - Chorus] All I Do is win win win no matter what got money on mind can never get it off and everytime I step up in the building everybody hands go up and they stay there and they say yeah and they stay there Up down, up down cause all I do is win win win and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..
[Snoop Dogg] heat in the Kitchen, pot on the stove water getting boiled, dope getting sold snoopy in the hoopty, system overload I’ve been running this rap game since I was 20 years old I hung with the worst of them bust till I burst on em floss em up, toss em up, hardaway, boss em up pardon me I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh don’t wanna mess with us we like the U in the 80’s back to back set a trap hit the lick, hit it back hit the trick, jump the track b-tch I want my money back time and time again while I’m sitting on this gin Al Davis said it best, just win baby win
[T-Pain - Chorus] All I Do is win win win no matter what got money on mind can never get it off and everytime I step up in the building everybody hands go up and they stay there and they say yeah and they stay there Up down, up down cause all I do is win win win and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..
Artist:Gorilla Zoeft. Rick Ross Album: Don't Feed Da Animals Year: 2009 Song Title:What It Is Songwriters: N/A
Gorilla Zoe - ft. Rick Ross What It Is Lyrics and Video Ricky Ross. Gorilla Zoe.
[Chorus] We took the 4's of the Chevy And we set it on those 6's, Lipstick on the rims Got the rims blowin' kisses, They know what it is, ya'll know what it is, He know what it is, she know what it is. Twenty rubber bands You can get yourself a pigeon, Bring another band Get yourself a pound of midget, They know what it is, ya'll know what it is, He know what it is, she know what it is.
[Verse 1: Gorilla Zoe] Threw them 26-inch shocks on a '71 Chevelle Like I'm ridin' carousel, shawty I can't parallel, They say shawty give a mill, Shawty I'ma give a mill, Quarter milli worth of jewelry Like that boy can't even care 'Bout no money, 'bout no ho, 'Bout no car, 'bout no clothes, Boy you better hold your nose 'Cuz I'm shitting, hold your nose, Get a Louis bag for what? Bitch I been had swag, I got 50 thou' cash in a brown Kroger bag.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm flippin' like we on a plane It must be how we takin' off, You feelin' like a lame? Well shawty we'll be shortly takin' off, Run up on me if you want You won't have time to make a call, Give the burner to my dog He catch a case I break 'em off, Puttin' mileage on my Pyrex, Yeah we call that bakin' off, Talkin' fast, countin' cash, Take that pussy hit them all, Never wear a rubber Where I'm from we call that livin' fast, CEO of Maybach Music but I need No Limit cash, Master P done with the kilo, Puerto Rico, s gordito, Finest nigga in the game, Can a playa shoot a free throw? (Swish!) I'm speakin' the facts, It's Deeper Than Rap, Paid off the Maybach And I did it three weeks in the trap.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Gorilla Zoe] My chain is worth a mansion And my wrist is worth a Lambo But I'm livin' in a mansion And I'm ridin' in a Lambo, Bunch of ganstas like Sopranos, Like keys, like pianos, And I'm lookin' for a bitch That wants to join me in a porno. Hello darling, how you doin'? That's your man? You need to lose him, He ain't doin' what I'm doin', I go tall like Patrick Ewing, Urkel purple pants are cushioned, Straight from Oakland they just flew in, If I bust that package open, You would think I started booin'.
Artist:Rick Ross Song Title:In Cold Blood Songwriters: N/A
Rick Ross - In Cold Blood Lyrics and Video
Run with me or run from me Pus**es don’t get pu**y
Yeah
I murdered all of my foes contract killing Twenty k will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling Midst of the war I piss on graves Kids get graced by my piss poor waves Never could imagine it livin with perellis Shoulda check ya rearview made a better resonance Wack yayo caught him slippin while he snort dust Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus Check the time on my bevardo my jazzy bitch in milano With niggaz pay me the model Sway louis on my feet still runnin the street And I never missed a heartbeat [In Cold Blood Lyrics on http://song-by-lyrics.blogspot.com ]
Family over the money Money over the bitches Money don’t mean nothin And why they callin it riches Im addicted to watches Mama tellin me stop it Got 1 over 50 50 you better watchin
Do him in cold blood Look him in his eyes may do him with no gloves Beat the case like orinfa Above the law its so hard to pin the big dog Live on so I still bark In my earliest advance ima kill ya Make a lil cake haters wanna envy God wanna see you niggaz in a bentley
Family over the money Money over the bitches Money don’t mean nothin And why they callin it riches Im addicted to watches Mama tellin me stop it Got 1 over 50 And keep 50 in my pocket
Limousines for the don ima three as the charme Flee red carpet chillin e on my arm Purple rain smokin haze smokin weed call it purple brain Im in the purple lable daddy got a purple heart Not in the service but I’m swoorvin in a purple car Whats the bitch needed all changed I go and buy a new one cause I’m sport man
Family over the money Money over the bitches Money don’t mean nothin And why they callin it riches Im addicted to watches Mama tellin me stop it You know I’m totin the rocket So don’t make a nigga poppin
Artist: Rick Ross Song Title: Mafia Music Songwriters: N/A
Rick Ross - Mafia Music Lyrics and Video i got a feelin nigga grillin and my $ be the root look up at da stars she like honey where the roof? pull up in a darkskin nerrys dey goin roof even once had a job pourin top on her roof dat boy had it hard no forsaw its da truth so now wen i manaj and get massaged its da proof proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin sodas takin.. paper dat would make ….take dem photos naked listenin to niggas like whistlin dat wiggie williams i flip my middle finga im chillen on 20 million da room has turned me on im masterbatin at da top these hoes so excited to dey cathin every drop im dodgin the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica we cut down the weedbury the paper on the makers martin had a dream barn got high i still do both but somehow i got by
preflo payedmike vick payed bobby brown stray whitney lost weight kimbo slice on da pad wen i write dat may why the money lookin funny in the light but wouldn’t really care if u just throw it in the air celebratin wealth pourin moet in her hair excuse me her weeve the blue is her weed trunk full of white …. smell like blue cheese dat boy get salad beefbow movement BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish shawty sittin low big thangs poppin tip on da glock from a crip up in comptonshootin at da cops fuck 1 time i gave her 2 da block i fucked 1 time we boys in da hood and nigga u lil trey so press ya appetite we takin ya lil tray love my handgun but my choppa still da shit banned in 1994 but im 2 legit 2 quit 99 to 6 kilos was the shit but dat be batter den roofin dat shit be bad 4 ya skiiin niggas was rutheless and lord knows dat ive sinned but i thought about my future in the loops like a pin walked out on da gig and i turned 2 da streets kept my name low key i aint heard from in weeks i came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically i did it 4 da city but now everybody madd at me mothafuk em all and sweat from my balls if i drop anotha album i did dat 4 my dogs 10 maybox everybody ridin big i just sit back like look wat i did den i bow my head and thank 4 forgiveness once i said my prayer everybody back 2 business [Mafia Music lyrics on http://song-by-lyrics.blogspot.com ]
smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant ppl lookin from a distance think im big daddy cunk reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat afaracon orra paws on the port u eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork niggas ain’t loyal snakes slithered in dey coil im laughin at u cuz i kill u niggas wen im bored
we steppin on ya crew until u mothafukkas crush nd make da sweet love 2 every women dat ya lust I love to pay her bills can’t wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama I ain’t askin for a cent Burn the house down gotta buy another don’t forget the gas can jealous stupid muthafuka 2 anotha chapter paper dat i captured caught up in da rapture off of gunshots and laughter homicide is zooming and nigga u lookin funny woman love 2 stare cuz dey kno dey c da cash i open up my mind about openenin bank accounts deposit a 100 staks break up now take it out baby dats a gift maybe u could live i knew it wouldn’t work but i just like 2 give used 2 run da street young niggas bad feet now im in da suites and eatin crab meats ice so right otha rappers envydey callin all my jeweler up askin wat he spendin thinkin bout BOSS not thinkin bout dem here’s a letter 2 my enemies wen i wont sin
