Nick Cannon – Used To Look Up To You Lyrics

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[Intro]
Hollywood Bangerz
Never thought I’d see the day when you talk like a fuckin’ punk
Fuck you, man
Yo, chill
No, fuck chill
You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know you there to take them out
Any time you feel like it
You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to
Otherwise, you ain’t shit
You might as well be dead your damn self
Tryna tell me I ain’t shit?
I ain’t tryna tell you shit
I’ll tell your mama you ain’t shit

[Chorus]
If I was a shorty, I wouldn’t look up to y’all niggas, ayy
Whole lot of fu’ fuck shit, I can’t fuck with y’all niggas, ayy
My loyalty run deep, just know I’m stuck with my niggas
You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy
I’ve been dealing with problem after problem
How you his artist, ain’t starvin’?
I know you shot before a target
Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
Turn up on ’em like I’m off a molly
Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
Fuck ’em all, no condom
Fuck it, I’ll never say sorry

[Verse 1]
I been really coolin’ in a mansion
Shorty on me, said my diamonds dancing
Bend her over, hit her with the cannon
Take that pussy to another planet
Talk about me, I don’t understand it
All these haters on me ’cause I’m feeding families
Money on his head, nobody know what happened
If you pull up on me, then you know we clappin’
I could take your bitch and put her on a mattress
Boy, you love to make love, she want it faster
Niggas out here tweetin’ like they been a savage
Dick ridin’ lil’ Marshall Mathers
Had to put on my turban like I’m Aladdin
Niggas out here cappin’, Black Lives Matter
We don’t ever see you, boy, you like a shadow
Got him curling up, armadillo
Pillow talking leave you on a pillow
Nigga, come get a job from me
We got somethin’ that’ll fix the issue
Bring that Wild’n Out chick with you
You switched up on me like I was against you
Fuck that bitch unless she been official
Damn, I thought you ‘posed to been a legend
Now that boy all up in his feelings

[Chorus]
If I was a shorty, I wouldn’t look up to y’all niggas, ayy
Whole lot of fu’ fuck shit, I can’t fuck with y’all niggas, ayy
My loyalty run deep, just know I’m stuck with my niggas
You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy
I’ve been dealing with problem after problem
How you his artist, ain’t starvin’?
I know you shot before a target
Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
Turn up on ’em like I’m off a molly
Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
Fuck ’em all, no condom
Fuck it, I’ll never say sorry

[Verse 2]
I lost some bitches that said they was with me
I lost some niggas, them niggas was bitches
Kept it cool, never did it for attention
Never had a gimmick, always been the realest, yeah
Used to call niggas big bro and shit
Look up to niggas, they on phony shit
Talkin’ crazy ’bout me, I ain’t notice shit
Should’ve seen the fake, but I ain’t notice it
I don’t owe you, you don’t owe me shit
I bounce right back on ’em, I Kobe shit
Actin’ like niggas ain’t told me shit
Fuck all that, fuck all that friend and that homie shit
Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me, they don’t know what to do
Pull up with the gang, that shit NCredible
If you my mans, then I never front on you
Not for no ho, see, that I won’t ever do
Niggas sneak dissing, but that shit is federal
Thought you was solid, you soft as an edible
‘Posed to make the money, but money makin’ you
All your old music, we used to relate to you
Why you hate on me, cuz? I never hate on you
Niggas talk about you, I would debate on you
Sold all them albums but numbers don’t make you move
These niggas fake

[Chorus]
If I was a shorty, I wouldn’t look up to y’all niggas, ayy
Whole lot of fu’ fuck shit, I can’t fuck with y’all niggas, ayy
My loyalty run deep, just know I’m stuck with my niggas
You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy
I’ve been dealing with problem after problem
How you his artist, ain’t starvin’?
I know you shot before a target
Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
Turn up on ’em like I’m off a molly
Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
Fuck ’em all, no condom
Fuck it, I’ll never say sorry

[Outro]
Hollywood Bangerz
Used to look up to y’all niggas
Damn, used to look up to y’all niggas
Used to look up to y’all niggas, ayy
Damn, I used to look up to y’all niggas
Now, y’all just a bunch of fuck niggas

Eminem – Berzerk (On Radio 1) (Live)

[Verse 1]
Now this shit’s about to kick off, this party looks wack
Let’s take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I’m bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That’s why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-aag
Just like I did with addiction I’m ’bout to kick it
Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
Got em still on the fence whether to picket
But quick to get it impaled when I tell ’em stick it
So sick I’m looking pale, oh that’s my pigment
Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
Let’s bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch
The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don’t mean Stimpy’s friend, bitch
Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) grab your vile, yeah

[Verse 2]
Guess it’s just the way that I’m dressed, ain’t it?
Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so I guess it ain’t
That aftershave or cologne that made them just faint
Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, check mate
But girl your body’s banging, jump me in, dang – bang-bang
Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this Kid’s rock, baw-wit-da-baw dang-dang
P-p-p pow-pow, chicka, bow, chicka, wow-wow
Got your gal blowing up a val-v-v-v-val-valve
Ain’t slowing down, throw in the towel, t-t-tow-towel
Dumb it down, I don’t know how (huh-huh) how-how
At least I know that I don’t know
Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
Hope so, now ho…

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
I say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) get your vinyls

[Verse 3]
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in Styrofoam
All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
With the ugly Kardashian, Lamar, oh sorry yo
We done both set the bar low
Far as hard drugs are though
That’s the past, but I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
And girl I ain’t got no money to borrow
But I am trying to find a way to get you alone (car note)
Oh, Marshall Mathers
Shit head with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered
Kangols and Carhartt-less Cargos
Girl you’re fixing to get your heart broke
Don’t be absurd, ma’am
You birdbrain baby I ain’t called anybody baby since Birdman
(Unless you’re a swallow)
Word, Rick, word man you heard, but don’t be discouraged girl
This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) grab your vile, yeah

Juelz Santana – Dip’d In Coke Lyrics

[Intro: French Montana]
See I done did everything when I could, and when I could
And if I could do this shit all again I would, all again I would
I wouldn’t change shit
Cause if you see me now I’m on the same shit
I said if you see me now I’m on the same tip
Y’all bitches won’t never see my game switch

[Hook: French Montana & Juelz Santana]
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Montana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Santana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Coke Boys, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Dipset, bitch you fuckin’ with the best y’all

[Verse 1: French Montana]
It ain’t a photoshoot, we do this every night
I got to take it easy, Eric Wright
Shawty acting up, put her on connecting flight
I stay flee strap on, I get dressed for life
Ooh, got to have it, got to have it
A thousand thread count, come and check out the fabric
Purple city, purple drink, Lenny Kravitz
Blue diamonds, Michael Finley, yeah I’m talking Mary
Mobb Deep still shining, talkin’ Harry
I’m talkin’ David Copperfield, I’m talkin’ magic
I’m talkin’ what they talk about if they livin’ after
I’m talkin’ Lazarus, I’m talkin ash to ash
Dust to dust, like Cassius Clay was at it
Picasso drawing, Eminem, Marshall Mathers
Average to lavish, Dr. Dre, Aftermathin’
If you talkin’ me and money, yeah I’m talkin’ marriage
I’m talking mixing yellow with the purple, talkin’ Magic
Talkin’ Johnson and Johnson, mix it with the ashes

[Hook: French Montana & Juelz Santana]
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Montana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Santana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Coke Boys, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Dipset, bitch you fuckin’ with the best y’all

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Everybody claim they a real one
Everybody ballin’ ’til the bill come
Everybody blood ’til it’s time to spill some
Bitches love Paris so I take ’em to the Hilton
Yes y’all, I stay fresh y’all
Life’s a chess board, but for this dough I play Connect 4
Check after check I collect, tryna collect more
And for a check you get checked off
Life’s cheap, don’t get bought
Life’s a bitch, money’s an escort
Import, export, tailor made, cut from the best cloth
Balmain on, niggas more than flexed us
Santana back to pick up where I left off
Y’all niggas know me
I was the best before the best was
And now I’m back for what they owe me
Lil boy fresh all grown up
Pop clique and still turn into [?], yup
Lil nigga still dripped in gold
Thousand gram kilos like I’m dipped in coke

[Verse 3: Cam’ron]
Fuck school, I ain’t like it
My mother said she want more from me
Not going, she said that you’re a pure dummy
Instead I’m trafficking in traffic out in cross country
Dear mama your son turned to a floss junky
So I stepped into the ballpark
Coke, I franchised like Walmart
Sold it to the law, lawyers, judges, and mall cops
Got it any occassion, nigga I’m Hallmark
So yes y’all, yes yes y’all
No need to guess, I’m flee, that’s fresh y’all

[Hook: French Montana & Juelz Santana]
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Montana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Santana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all

Juelz Santana – Dip’d In Coke (feat. Cam’ron & French Montana)

[Intro: French Montana]
See I done did everything when I could, and when I could
And if I could do this shit all again I would, all again I would
I wouldn’t change shit
Cause if you see me now I’m on the same shit
I said if you see me now I’m on the same tip
Y’all bitches won’t never see my game switch

[Hook: French Montana & Juelz Santana]
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Montana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Santana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Coke Boys, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Dipset, bitch you fuckin’ with the best y’all

[Verse 1: French Montana]
It ain’t a photoshoot, we do this every night
I got to take it easy, Eric Wright
Shawty acting up, put her on connecting flight
I stay flee strap on, I get dressed for life
Ooh, got to have it, got to have it
A thousand thread count, come and check out the fabric
Purple city, purple drink, Lenny Kravitz
Blue diamonds, Michael Finley, yeah I’m talking Mary
Mobb Deep still shining, talkin’ Harry
I’m talkin’ David Copperfield, I’m talkin’ magic
I’m talkin’ what they talk about if they livin’ after
I’m talkin’ Lazarus, I’m talkin ash to ash
Dust to dust, like Cassius Clay was at it
Picasso drawing, Eminem, Marshall Mathers
Average to lavish, Dr. Dre, Aftermathin’
If you talkin’ me and money, yeah I’m talkin’ marriage
I’m talking mixing yellow with the purple, talkin’ Magic
Talkin’ Johnson and Johnson, mix it with the ashes

[Hook: French Montana & Juelz Santana]
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Montana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Santana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Coke Boys, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Dipset, bitch you fuckin’ with the best y’all

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Everybody claim they a real one
Everybody ballin’ ’til the bill come
Everybody blood ’til it’s time to spill some
Bitches love Paris so I take ’em to the Hilton
Yes y’all, I stay fresh y’all
Life’s a chess board, but for this dough I play Connect 4
Check after check I collect, tryna collect more
And for a check you get checked off
Life’s cheap, don’t get bought
Life’s a bitch, money’s an escort
Import, export, tailor made, cut from the best cloth
Balmain on, niggas more than flexed us
Santana back to pick up where I left off
Y’all niggas know me
I was the best before the best was
And now I’m back for what they owe me
Lil boy fresh all grown up
Pop clique and still turn into [?], yup
Lil nigga still dripped in gold
Thousand gram kilos like I’m dipped in coke

[Verse 3: Cam’ron]
Fuck school, I ain’t like it
My mother said she want more from me
Not going, she said that you’re a pure dummy
Instead I’m trafficking in traffic out in cross country
Dear mama your son turned to a floss junky
So I stepped into the ballpark
Coke, I franchised like Walmart
Sold it to the law, lawyers, judges, and mall cops
Got it any occassion, nigga I’m Hallmark
So yes y’all, yes yes y’all
No need to guess, I’m flee, that’s fresh y’all

[Hook: French Montana & Juelz Santana]
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Montana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all
I said yes y’all, yes yes y’all
Santana, know you fuckin’ with the best y’all