J Hus – Dark Vader lyrics

[Intro]
If I can’t, if I can’t, if I can’t, if I can’t

[Chorus]
If I can’t have you, nobody can
Bare face so they all know who I am
If you saw what the skeng done to the man
If you saw what the skeng done to the man
If I can’t have you, nobody can
Bare face so they all know who I am
If you saw what the skeng done to the man
You wouldn’t look at me, you’d go look your friend

[Verse 1]
Black boy come like a Dark Vader
Gyal there lookin’ like a Tomb Raider
Call my guy, tell him “do me one favour”
Leave the ends, come back a month later
All the praise goes to the Maker
And He put race in the container
If that gyal bad then I must take her
I’m not a stealer, I’m a taker
He don’t wanna grind, he’s a complainer
Dem man never done a hard labour
I don’t know what I want, but I want paper
Sit back, roll up, I want paper
They wan’ do me like Nelson Mandela
Talk about gyal, man get hella
Too much gyal, I got a dilemma
Hood gyal wearin’ bandana

[Chorus]
If I can’t have you, nobody can
Bare face so they all know who I am
If you saw what the skeng done to the man
If you saw what the skeng done to the man
If I can’t have you, nobody can
Bare face so they all know who I am
If you saw what the skeng done to the man
You wouldn’t look at me, you’d go look your friend

[Verse 2]
I swear they can’t do it how we do it
Every time I done it, I say “I didn’t do it”
When I came with the clique, it’s like everybody thought
It was G-G-G-G-G-G Unit
Laugh at the old stress cuh we been through it
Pull up on anyone I got an issue with
Wanna learn how to hustle? I can teach you it
Every L I took, man, I needed it
Now the whole hood see me on the big tele
If that gyal bad, give her big belly
You see me with the clique, yeah, the clique deh deh
Man haffi roll up a big zeggae
Tell all the gangsta dem to loosen up
I like that gyal with a beauty spot
I stepped out of bed, I was Gucci’d up
I only make racks, I don’t do too much

[Chorus]
If I can’t have you, nobody can
Bare face so they all know who I am
If you saw what the skeng done to the man
If you saw what the skeng done to the man
If I can’t have you, nobody can
Bare face so they all know who I am
If you saw what the skeng done to the man
You wouldn’t look at me, you’d go look your friend

[Outro]
Black boy come like a Dark Vader
Gyal there lookin’ like a Tomb Raider
Call my guy, tell him “do me one favour
Leave the ends, come back a month later”
All the praise goes to the Maker
And He put race in the container
If that gyal bad then I must take her
I’m not a stealer, I’m a taker
JAE5

Kodak Black – Black Cat

[Chorus]
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past

[Verse 1]
Same night me and Debo took the Mazda, bih we crashed
Bentley Bentayga, snapping like I lost a fucking crab
They caught the helicopter, I don’t want y’all to think I’m tryna flex
Nigga, what’s your f’n problem? I’m on that Effen vodka, smoking gas
Yeah, beep, beep, I’m the nigga roadrunning to that cash
Fuck a frisbee, I’ll spin n’ bend a nigga like I’m Taz
Fuck my daddy, I can’t believe I nutted out your sack
Fuck my daddy nigga, it’s me and my momma sons like I’m Nash
I made my son king, put this crown on, fuck a ski mask
I swear to god, I get a hard on when this heat blast
Type it like a spacebar, fuck a keypad, think I keep that Mac
Hot shifter, can’t control my pace, command, delete his ass

[Chorus]
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past

[Verse 2]
I’m hooked on phonics, hooked on Phoenix balling like I’m Steve Nash
Promise you ain’t see me, I was in Buffalo with Ray
How you finna cut the hole, y’all just bad
In Charlotte, made a movie with that poker, left a scab
In Raleigh, fell in love with fraud, [?] on that slazz
Steady scheming, burying cheese and burying pieces in the grass
Controversy between the both supremacies, they gone be mad
Martin Luther King, last night I had a dream about his ass
No Rosa Parks, them shooters posted in the back
Nelson Mandela, rocking Maison Margielas, remember wearing Shaqs
Life’s a gamble, play the hands they dealt me I’m a wizard at blackjack
In the Jaguar XF, putting a spell on you late night in the black cat

[Chorus]
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past

Kodak Black – Black Cat Lyrics

[Chorus]
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past

[Verse 1]
Same night me and Debo took the Mazda, bih we crashed
Bentley Bentayga, snapping like I lost a fucking crab
They caught the helicopter, I don’t want y’all to think I’m tryna flex
Nigga, what’s your f’n problem? I’m on that Effen vodka, smoking gas
Yeah, beep, beep, I’m the nigga roadrunning to that cash
Fuck a frisbee, I’ll spin n’ bend a nigga like i’m Taz
Fuck my daddy, I can’t believe I nutted out your sack
Fuck my daddy nigga, it’s me and my momma sons like I’m Nash
I made my son king, put this crown on, fuck a ski mask
I swear to god, I get a hard on when this heat blast
Type it like a spacebar, fuck a keypad, think I keep that Mac
Hot shifter, can’t control my pace, command, delete his ass

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I’m hooked on phonics, hooked on Phoenix balling like I’m Steve Nash
Promise you ain’t see me, I was in Buffalo with Ray
How you finna cut the hole, y’all just bad
In Charlotte, made a movie with that poker, left a scab
In Raleigh, fell in love with fraud, [?] on that slazz
Steady scheming, burying cheese and burying pieces in the grass
Controversy between the both supremacies, they gone be mad
Martin Luther King, last night I had a dream about his ass
No Rosa Parks, them shooters posted in the back
Nelson Mandela, rocking Maison Margielas, remember wearing Shaqs
Life’s a gamble, play the hands they dealt me I’m a wizard at blackjack
In the Jaguar XF, putting a spell on you late night in the black cat

[Chorus]

Christy Moore – Biko Drum Lyrics

CHRISTY MOORE
Biko Drum Lyrics

And they went home on an Easter road
On a silent night tryin’ not to show
Who goes where and who goes when
Thinkin’ some day soon they’ll get it back again

From the ghetto in Capetown to dig the gold
Little boy blue can’t be sold
Under tin roof and a plastic wall
Thinkin’ someday soon we’re goin’ to leave it all

And the renegades sing all the renegade songs
And the ones who know hope they’re doin’ wrong
The blacks and the coloreds play the Biko Drum
Listen to the Biko Drum

Transvaal Kids on a Transvaal day
Little by little the show the way
To a city of dreams and solid ground
Thinkin’ someday soon we’re gonna come around

Steve he’s livin’ in a prison cell
All the friends that know hope he’s doin’ well
Down here they listen to the Biko Drum
Down here they listen to the songs he sung

And the renegades sing all the renegade songs
And the ones who know hope they’re doin’ wrong
The blacks and the coloreds play the Biko Drum
Listen to the Biko Drum

Nelson listen to the people sing
Nelson Mandela the people’s king
Twenty-five years in a white man’s jail
Twenty-five years we couldn’t make him say

And the renegades sing all the renegade songs
And the ones who know hope they’re doin’ wrong
The blacks and the coloreds play the Biko Drum
Listen to the Biko Drum

Run The Jewels – Everybody Stay Calm (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Intro]
Take it easy

[Verse 1: El-P]
Excusez-moi bitches
I’m lit from the last of the gas, Mike twisted
No sleep for the vicious, key up a cop car just to see mischief
I’m a nut punch wizard
Speed bag ya’ ball bag leave none in it
We, we got one ambition
Re-up and puff til the month go missing

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Big, big, big black fellow with a four-fifth in the back, backpack fella
I, I rumble don’t stumble young fellow
Got a stinger in the ’69 bumblebee yellow
I mean, I mean stunner, big titty bank teller had my wife here with her so a hater can’t tell her
Presidential suite, got a fuck boy jealous
I’m the Nelson Mandela of Atlanta dope sellers

[Verse 3: El-P and Killer Mike]
I, I’m a goddamn savage
Eat with no hands I don’t even use napkins
Mark says number one bastard, show up in jorts with a hatchet laughing
Hey El, the AR’s an option for any asshole wanna talk and pop shit
Quit playing pussy or the pistol will pop off
And get your whole face pushed back or knocked off

[Hook]
Take it easy partner
Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains
Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling

[Verse 4: El-P]
They fucked up and paid us, made us dangerous
Too old to change, I’ma stay with paper
Poor folk love us the rich hate our faces
We talk too loud, won’t remain in our places
Smoke by the acre, a brain escapist
Smoke anymore and my brain is vapor
I don’t do meek anymore, guy, save it
The laughing is done now, time to cry later

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
Tell them haters and bitches we bang big shit, but yeah you should mind your business
You can’t pause or shun this, physical fitness, bitch we run this
Paraplegics, you don’t run shit, fuck you even, get the gumption
Think you stylin’, think you stuntin’
I’ll smack the fuck out ya’ ass for frontin’
That seems a little aggressive

[Verse 6: El-P]
Oompa-loompas, I’ll shoot a tune atcha medullas
I’m cool as a rule but I’ll scalp a ruler
I’m new to this town, I’m a stranger passing
I see your bum crews, I don’t get the hoopla
(The world got rules they say) That’s a rumour
Benign, nah I’m lying it’s a tumour
They ain’t even tryna’ buy that we cryin’ goobye
We got dying to do, dude, the design’s ruthless

[Verse 7: Killer Mike]
One-two, one-two
I done read books by Sun-Tzu
Learned from beautiful women who rolled my joints too
The opposite of humble and my swag on kung-fu
No admission for the cool, I just kick it and come through
Hurry up we got liquor to run through
Bales to inhale, lies to not tell
She told me let her go and then I can exhale
I left her with a pound of dro and a Nextel

[Hook]
Take it easy, partner
Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains
Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling

Gucci Mane & Future – Kinda Dope (Free Bricks 2 Zone 6 Edition Mixtape)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
If I told you my cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ ’bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ ’bout they retirin’

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It was once said by a J that couldn’t quit
Gucci Mane please can I have another hit?
The dope man said cluck I don’t give a shit
As long as your girl kneel down and suck my dick
I’m sellin’ coke so clean it make a snorter keep a nose bleed
If you don’t know the old me, you don’t really know me
I’m from Bouldercrest road b, but you can call it blow street
Where junkies buy a 8 ball ‘fore they buy some groceries
When you was playin’ basketball man, I was playing Pimp C
Pocket full of Stones man, standin’ on the front street
It’s something on your back, baby it look like a monkey
She can’t shake it off man, she keep spendin’ money

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ ’bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ ’bout they retirin’

[Verse 2: Future]
Young ass nigga ridin’ in a Flying Spur
Young ass niggas out here drinkin’ on the syrup
Young ass nigga and he cookin’ up the work
Young ass nigga servin’ white, T-shirts
Nelson Mandela, Hood Rockefeller
Denzel bezels, take that shit to trial
Zone 6 nigga, rob you for your bricks nigga
Hit a lick nigga, fuck your main bitch nigga
My bitch is Caucasian… I live in Las Vegas
That’s just on a weekend…that’s just when I’m faded
This one is a Maybach… it’s made by Mercedes
I got baby mommas… they drivin’ me crazy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ ’bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ ’bout they retirin’

Gucci Mane & Future – Kind a Dope Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
If I told you my cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It was once said by Jada I couldn’t quit
Gucci Mane please can I have another hit
The dope man said clark I don’t give a shit
As long as your girl kneel down and suck my dick
I’m sellin’ coke so clean it make a snorter keep a nose bleed
If you don’t know the old me, you don’t really know me
I’m from Bouldercrest road b, but you can call it blow street
Where junkies buy 8 ball before they buy some groceries
When you was playing basketball man, I was playing Pimp C
Pocket full of Stones man, standin’ on the front street
It’s something on your back, baby it look like a monkey
She can’t shake it off man, she keep spendin’ money

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

[Verse 2: Future]
Young ass nigga ridin’ in a Flying Spur
Young ass niggas out drinkin’ on syrup
Young ass nigga and he cookin’ up the work
Young ass nigga servin’ white, T-shirts
Nelson Mandela, Hood Rockefeller
Denzel bezels, take that shit to trial
Zone 6 nigga rob you for your bricks nigga
Hit a lick nigga, fuck your main bitch nigga
My bitch is caucasian, I live in Las Vegas
That’s just on a weekend, that’s just when I’m faded
This one is a Maybach, its made by Mercedes
I got baby mommas, they drivin’ me crazy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

Gucci Mane & Future – Kind a Dope

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
If I told you my cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It was once said by Jada I couldn’t quit
Gucci Mane please can I have another hit
The dope man said clark I don’t give a shit
As long as your girl kneel down and suck my dick
I’m sellin’ coke so clean it make a snorter keep a nose bleed
If you don’t know the old me, you don’t really know me
I’m from Bouldercrest road b, but you can call it blow street
Where junkies buy 8 ball before they buy some groceries
When you was playing basketball man, I was playing Pimp C
Pocket full of Stones man, standin’ on the front street
It’s something on your back, it look like a monkey
She can’t shake it off man, she keep spendin’ money

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

[Verse 2: Future]
Young ass nigga ridin’ in a Flying Spur
Young ass niggas out drinkin’ on syrup
Young ass nigga and he cookin’ up the work
Young ass nigga servin’ white, T-shirts
Nelson Mandela, Hood Rockefeller
Denzel bezels, take that shit to trial
Zone 6 nigga rob you for your bricks nigga
Hit a lick nigga, fuck your main bitch nigga
My bitch is caucasian, I live in Las Vegas
Thats just on a weekend, thats just when I’m faded
This one is a Maybach, its made by Mercedes
I got baby mommas, they drivin’ me crazy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

Gucci Mane – Kind A Dope lyrics

If I told you my cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me

This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

It was once said by Jada I couldn’t quit
Gucci Mane please can I have another hit
The dope man said clark I don’t give a shit
As long as your girl kneel down and suck my dick
I’m sellin’ coke so clean it make a snorter keep a nose bleed
If you don’t know the old me, you don’t really know me
I’m from Bouldercrest road b, but you can call it blow street
Where junkies buy 8 ball before they buy some groceries
When you was playing basketball man, I was playing Pimp C
Pocket full of Stones man, standin’ on the front street
It’s something on your back, it look like a monkey
She can’t shake it off man, she keep spendin’ money

This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

Young ass nigga ridin’ in a Flying Spur
Young ass niggas out drinkin’ on syrup
Young ass nigga and he cookin’ up the work
Young ass nigga servin’ white, T-shirts
Nelson Mandela, Hood Rockefeller
Denzel bezels, take that shit to trial
Zone 6 nigga rob you for your bricks nigga
Hit a lick nigga, fuck your main bitch nigga
My bitch is caucasian, I live in Las Vegas
Thats just on a weekend, thats just when I’m faded
This one is a Maybach, its made by Mercedes
I got baby mommas, they drivin’ me crazy

This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’