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Tom Schwartz & Katie Maloney Tease A ‘Pump Rules’ Reunion Moment That’ll ‘Really Shock People’

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 18, 2020•0 Comment(s)

Tom Schwartz & Katie Maloney Tease A ‘Pump Rules’ Reunion Moment That’ll ‘Really Shock People’

Chris Rogers
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Jaws will hit the floor during the ‘Vanderpump Rules’ reunion special, according to Tom Schwartz and Katie Maloney, who both say the cast’s first virtual reunion is their best one yet.

We hate to admit it, but after watching eight seasons of Vanderpump Rules, we believe it’s hard for the cast to shock us anymore. But according to Tom Schwartz and Katie Maloney, who recently filmed the show’s first virtual reunion, our mindset’s about to change. The duo, who finally made their marriage legal earlier this season, spoke to HollywoodLife EXCLUSIVELY on May 15 and told us that the show’s forthcoming reunion “exceeded all” of their expectations.

“The virtual filming exceeded all of my expectations, actually,” Katie revealed. “I didn’t know how that was going to go, because, you know, even just being on a [virtual] call now, we’re experiencing the difficulties that come with it. But our producers and everyone [on the tech team] figured out just a really amazing, crazy, setup and everything that [helped it go well]. I think it’s going to look really great and then on top of that, we, I think, killed it. I think we shot a really really really good reunion,” including what many fans have come to expect from a Vanderpump Rules reunion — “a lot of tears, a lot of heart, a lot of arguing, [and] a lot of stubbornness.”

But even though it sounds like much of the same, Tom assured us that this reunion will feel “fresh” with a lot of “new stuff.” He explained, “[It’ll have] the same intensity and awkwardness, [but] there’s like… there’s one moment I think that will really, really shock people. I can’t even allude to it at all because it would probably give it away. [But] there’s a — there was a shocker. There was a bombshell. I think people are going to be really, really pleased and impressed with and it was like, it went off without a hitch.”

Katie and Tom wouldn’t divulge much more than that, but if we had to venture a guess on that “shocker”, we’d like to think it might be some exciting baby news. But we suppose we’ll just have to watch to find out.

As for who fans should expect to be named the reunion MVP, Katie said, “Maybe the [person who should be named] brightest newcomer would be, Dayna [Kathan]. Dayna shined pretty bright. I was [also] really captivated by Scheana [Shay].” Tom added, “Yeah. I thought, everybody had a lot of really good…. I found that like, Ariana [Madix] was had a lot of like, really
good….,” but before he could go on any further, Katie said, “Yeah, sure. Yeah, she was eloquent, [and] articulated herself a lot more. At the reunions I’m pretty quiet, but I had so much to say that never really came out. Don’t ask me what it was because it’s gone now. I don’t hold on to that type of stuff.”

The season finale of Vanderpump Rules airs Tuesday, May 19, at 9pm on Bravo. At this time, Bravo has not yet revealed when the reunion will air.

Jackboy – In The Trenches Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 27, 2020•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
Doo doo doo doo
Sniper
I’m really loaded, I’m turnt up
I’m in the trenches, man

[Verse]
f**k her and her momma, I’m a mother f**ker
Street pharmacist, neighbourhood hustler
Told her that I love her, but I still don’t trust her
I’m a bastard, my daddy been a buster
If I see that nigga, chopper sing like Usher
f**kin’ samurai, daddy I’mma cut ya
Night light, yellow diamonds shine the city
Boy get off your ass, and go and get it
Lord forgive me, for my sin money
Messin’ up, kickin’ doors in money
Paper chaser, addicted to that fast money
Put down that Coach bag, get you some first class money
I want your head first, somethin’ like a crash dummy
I’m a walkin’ lick, bitch I got that cash on me
Got that boot in me, I got the juice with me
Yeah the coupe tinted, got lil shooter in it
I’m a rollin’ stone, molly got my mind gone
Your bitch rode me, her friend wanna ride along
I be goin’ hard, call me Viagra
Grab the mic, then catch the holy ghost like I’m a pastor
I preach
Swimmin’ in the money, trips overseas
With a foreign bitch, sex on the beach
MVP, I never had a bad year
Lately, I’ve been touchin’ paper like a cashier
Gotta earn ya spot, nobody ain’t put me here
Had to play the block, when nobody played it fair
Ran up a check, left you niggas in the rear
Once you get them bands, all your problems disappear
Ooh, how you came up like that?
Tell me how you f**ked the game up like that?
First place, but I started last on the track
I’m in your city, puttin’ my city on the map

Soulchef – It’s Alright Lyrics (feat. Awon & Dephlow)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 25, 2020•0 Comment(s)

Verse 1: Dephlow
Yeah, check it, it’s alright to be you be a boss or not
If you the MVP or your call get dropped
It’s alright if you trap, sell, dope or pills
Shit I can’t knock the hustle for the grocery bills
All good if you work grind 9 to 5
Or if you’re in between jobs just trying to survive
It’s alright if you’re not wealthy
I see the beauty in the struggle but the jealousy is not healthy
It’s okay to be yourself and yourself leave your likes on the gram never did shit to help me (help me)
I can’t help with your self esteem
But I dealt with my shit and never felt this clean
It’s all good to get free if your soul is trapped
Cuz it’ll take a whole nation to hold us back
It was a whole generation that sold us crack
Free from whips and chains then they sold us back
It’s like that

Verse 2: Awon
It’s alright if you’re not perfect
We all got flaws and well be the same on the surface
It’s alright if you got a purpose
Rapping and trapping the nurse and it’s alright cuz you’re working
It’s alright to do you in ever instance
Great ideas get met with resistance
It’s alright if you got a vision
Cuz I envision escaping from the mental prison
I see the pictures, wide angle need a different frame
A big fish in the pond you can keep the game
SoulChef on the beat I don’t speak the same
And Word Is Bond I Don’t Sleep I don’t need the fame
It’s alright to seek knowledge ask Dephlow
We break mics in your dollars like Creflo
It’s alright to live it up, don’t waste your time
Life is short so don’t never let em take your shine

Lildami – Pau Gasol Lyrics (feat. Sr. Chen)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 6, 2020•0 Comment(s)

Sr. Chen:
Rodejat de gent i em sento sol
Fa ja massa dies que no aixequem el vol
Cansat de plorar i no trobar consol
Cansat de no trobar-te en els llençols
I cada nit et sento al pit
I en cada crit, tot sembla petit…
…Pau Gasol

Ua, si per més que busco no et puc trobar i…
Ua, aixeco les mans però no trobo paraules
Ua, cansat de buscar i cansat de cansar-me
Ua, vinc a trobar-te, d’una manera o altra

LilDami:
MVP de la lliga que vaig crear
Jo ja feia això abans d’aprendre a afaitar-me
I no soc violent però, mama, haig de defensar-me
Volia la mansió i està plena de fantasmes

Ara el meu equip juga en primera
Disparem directe a la cistella
Perquè això era el que volia des de l’escola bressol
Del 0 al 100, de baix al top, sentir-me com Pau Gasol

I la veritat està bé, però valoraria més
Arribar a casa i no haver de dormir sol
I què haig de pensar? Que vas de farol?
Si deies que m’estimaves i ara no sé què vols

Per cada frase que escric perdo un amic i una futura ex
Només volia ser feliç però, merda, és massa complex
Ni pasta ni joies, en fi, ja no em queda res
Perquè estic perdent de 4 i màxim tiro de 3, Dami

Ua, si per més que busco no et puc trobar i…
Ua, aixeco les mans però no trobo paraules
Ua, cansat de buscar i cansat de cansar-me
Ua, vinc a trobar-te, d’una manera o altra

LilDami:
Les coses que he deixat de banda
Per sortir-me de lo estàndard
La gent que no em parla, a contracorrent
En temporal i sense ancla

Quan passi la guerra i només ens quedin galons
Veurem si ha valgut la pena buidar els carregadors
Era màgic com Johnson, només queden records
Dels polvos convertits en cendra que transformo en cançons

A l’últim quart d’un partit difícil de remuntar
Amb el dilema personal de no saber si vull tirar
La cara B de la fama, la foscor de brillar
Quan només tens boles negres en el teu billar

El capità de l’equip però l’equip no confia en tu
A la zona de tres segons però ningú et fa l’alley oop
Fora de la realitat com el doctor Tornassol
Damn, em sento com Pau Gasol

Ua, si per més que busco no et puc trobar i…
Ua, aixeco les mans però no trobo paraules
Ua, cansat de buscar i cansat de cansar-me
Ua, vinc a trobar-te, d’una manera o altra

G Herbo – Next Up Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 23, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Chorus: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we next up
Bitch, I said I’m next up
Niggas know we next up
Hell yeah, we next up
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next up, next up, next up
Niggas know we
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next! niggas know

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Bitch, I’m next, I’m way better than the rest
Only 17, but I’m flowing like a vet
MVP so you know that I’m the best
And I never had shit so you know I’m gon’ flex
I’m next, believe that
A blind man can even see that
Killing tracks, no feedback
Save yo comments I don’t need that
Niggas getting mad, you was here first?
I don’t give a fuck
Niggas gettin’ cut
These niggas suck
Bibby taking off tell ’em eat my dust(eat my dust)
Smoking loud me and Herbo
I think I’m finna hit the turbo
Im in another class cuz they learn slow
I need brain so I’m looking for a nerd ho
And I’m getting head while I’m riding
Boss shit
He’s killin’ everything I think he lost it
So cold that a nigga got frostbit
Had to go hard they said I lost it
Put this fucking beat in a coffin
Now these labels keep callin’
I need enough money for my whole team to be balling
If you don’t like how I’m talking, get lost then
Young nigga with a check
Michael Jordan won it first
Shit ill be next
Best draft class yet XXL Freshman 2014
How the fuck yall ain’t know I was the best
How the fuck yall ain’t see that I was better than the rest
The boy too raw got niggas upset
Ima let yall ball, but my team got next

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
Fuck next up I took off a while back
And all I ever do is fuck bitches and count stacks
Yea I spazz, I just run through them digits and bounce back
Niggas mad, pillow talking to bitches about rap
I ain’t tripping, i’m just tryna get the check
Get my moms out the hood and throw something to the set
Everybody know I’m good when I’m out here in the hood
Plus I wish a nigga would and I’ll open in his chest
If a nigga think he could then I think a nigga should
Got my young niggas tottin’, they’ll smoke em like a wood
And we willing to explain even though it’s understood
Riding tinted in the rain, 30 shots under the hood
Everybody know my name cause they know ima be good
Yeah, it’s straight
And I came from the bottom of the line
This a young nigga that done got up on the grind
Posted with them young niggas that be out here on the nine
And I’m totting guns nigga when i’m out here on the nine
Cause a lotta niggas mad that my squad up next
Since they acting hard, I bought my squad all techs
Pull up in them cars my squad all flex
Riding in the cars get us some of the broads
Send a nigga up to God forget about it tomorrow
I ain’t ever hear shit, tryna get rich, fuck a bitch
She can’t ever give me shit unless she tryna suck a dick
I ain’t ever wife a bitch, I’d rather bite a brick
He be worrying bout a bitch, she be out here tryna trick
But you won’t get me
You want Lil’ Herb
Bet it won’t be free
You signed 2 cats, bet it won’t be 3
Its NLMB
My niggas up next and there ain’t no room
You don’t get my respect cuz you ain’t no goon
Everybody just relax ’til my tape come soon

Kris Wu – Wo Xuan Ze De Lu (我选择的路) lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 20, 2018•0 Comment(s)

Rénshēng shì chǎng jìshí bǐsài
Liǎng bǎi mài de shísù chōngpò jīngcǎi
Jiùsuàn xià yī miǎo yǒu diǎndiǎn yìwài
Jiāo’ào shì wǒ bù biàn bù miè de zītài
Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Měi gè dòngzuò chéngwéi jiāodiǎn
Wǔtái shàng nà dōu shì fèidiǎn
Wǒ yòng wǒ xuǎnzé de lù
Gěi shìjiè kàn wǒ tàidù
Bù zhuīzhú tǎntú bù zhǔnbèi fúshū
Xuǎnzé yītiáo jiāo’ào de lù

Ràng shìjiè gèng hǎo ràng yīnyuè gèng zào
Ràng wǒmen yīqǐ wéi kuàilè jiān jiào

Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào

Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo ào

Jay Rock – King’s Dead (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Future & James Blake) lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted April 26, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Part I]

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Jay Rock:]
And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
MVP, I get no sleep
No, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean
Yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
Do it bite back, lil’ bitch?
Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My shit’s been ready, my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
Ménage à Trois, my queen gon’ roll up
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Future & Kendrick Lamar:]
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

[Future:]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car
La di da di da, mothafuck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
[Jay Rock:]
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Yeah, miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Part II]

[James Blake:]
Changes
Is you gon’ do something?
What you want?

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic
Tapped in when I’m maxed in
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Boo yaow, boo yaow”
Yeah, God
Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the
Eat off your plate, throw me off, I be, “Off ya head”
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree
Fuck your feelings, fuck your culture
Fuck your mom, fuck your family, fuck your drive
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven and not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars

Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar, Future & James Blake – King’s Dead

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 16, 2018•0 Comment(s)

Part I

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
Do it bite back, lil’ bitch? Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My shit’s been ready, my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car
La di da di da, mothafuck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

Part II

[Intro: James Blake]
Changes
Is you gon’ do something?
What you want?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Boo yaow, boo yaow"
Yeah, God, tee off the day
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree, fuck your feelings, fuck your culture
Fuck your mom, fuck your family, fuck your drive
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars

Migos – Made Men lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted January 27, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Intro: Takeoff]
Hello, world, hi
I would like to welcome you to the Migos show, y’know
It’s a day of life, my life, of course

[Chorus: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (made)
All my niggas made for it (made men)
Don’t ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
‘Cause all that sh*t is paid for (cash)
All my niggas made for it (one more time)
All my niggas made for it (made)
Don’t ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry
‘Cause all that sh*t be paid for (cash)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
All my niggas made for it (all ’em)
All my niggas made for it (everyone)
Not Toby, but we slave for it (not Toby)
No Kunta Kinte, but we slave for it (no Kunta Kinte)
I waited some days for it (days)
Secure the bag, my niggas, they spray for it
Supply a sea of Ac’, think I got a taste for it
She bad, but I already smashed, so she get ignored (smashed)
These bitches open heart, they quick to open doors
On my [?] I like to explore (explore)
Having trouble pick a outfit that I haven’t worn
Having everything in store and got plenty more (plenty)
All my niggas made for it (made), process board (process)
All my niggas came forward (came), taking charge (taking)
All my niggas paid for (paid), no debit card
Think I might go cop the Wraith since I stay with stars

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Today was a good day (aye)
Dropped my top ridin’ down the highway (skrt skrt)
I don’t see no 12, ain’t gotta drive straight (naw)
So I’m hogging up the lane ’cause my bills paid (yeah)
And my momma’s (momma) and my sister’s (sister’s)
Niggas made for it (yeah), can’t knock my hustle (naw)
I done slaved for it (slaved), look at my muscles (muscles)
MVP the whole game, Quavo Russell (Russell)
No, do not touch ’em (don’t touch ’em), I’ma have to bust you (bow bow)
I cannot trust you, I cannot love you (nope)
If you ain’t my brother that came from the struggle (aye)
Must not be made for it, I’ma have to cut you (ain’t made)

[Verse 3]
Thank God for blessings, gotta pray more (God)
Hop in the Wraith of course, I grind like skateboard (Wraith)
Lambo truck, I tour drippin’ in Tom Ford
“How did you come in the game?”
I came with the gang, of course (how)
We get ya fired to flames, turn ya to smores
All aboard, load up the bricks on the Ford (bricks)
I bought a tiger to roar (tiger), we about to body a store (body)
Soak my wrist for sure (soak), love all my fans to the core
I put my kids in Dior (kids), I put my momma on resorts (momma)
We catch the bricks and deport em
Missing the plug, he got deported (woo)
I’m on the block for a day (block), I pray I don’t go back to [?] (pray)
I told her my kids come stay (come on), she got my kids on her face (hey)

[Outro: Takeoff]
Cars, jewelry, house, everything paid for
I got niggas still tryna beat a case, boy
Don’t you come around that nawf ’cause it ain’t safe, boy
Got my niggas from the nawf, but you don’t play, boy

Jay Rock – King’s Dead lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted January 12, 2018•0 Comment(s)

Part I

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
Do it bite back, lil’ bitch? Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t’s been ready, my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

Part II

[Intro: James Blake]
Changes
Is you gon’ do something?
What you want?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Boo yaow, boo yaow”
Yeah, God, tee off the day
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, “Off ya head”
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
Fuck integrity, f*ck your pedigree, f*ck your feelings, f*ck your culture
Fuck your mom, f*ck your family, f*ck your drive
Fuck your land, f*ck your children, f*ck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars

Listen Mavado New Track “All Night” Prod. By Chimney

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted November 1, 2017•0 Comment(s)

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Mavado link up with Chimney Records’ Jordan for a new single “All Night.”

It’s an MVP affair for Chimney this holiday season with new songs from Mavado, Alkaline and Jahmiel. The Gullyside female fans will like this new track from the gad. “Me like fi see when yo bend down and yo as up in the air / She a give me one island ride and a laugh a change the gear / Gal ready when mi tell yo say fi ride all night / Lickle red ride woulda ride her bike,” the singjay sings.

Mavado has only released a handful of new singles this year but almost all of them have been hits. The Gullyside singjay have already cemented his place in dancehall as one of the greatest to have ever done it. Earlier this year he and Vybz Kartel reignited their legendary feud but that was short lived.

Listen Jahmiel New Song “Heaven”

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted November 1, 2017•0 Comment(s)

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Jahmiel teams up with Chimney Records producer Jordan for his new single “Heaven.”

Jordan is the same producer behind Alkaline‘s two recent singles “Hard Tackle” and “Suave.” He also produced a new single for Mavado “All Night” so it seems like its an MVP affair for the Chimney Records producer. “Yo see wa me do me ago do it till the day I die / Happy life me waan fi live so everyday I smile / Wa mi no want mi no focus pon / Cyan bother wid that Jordan / Love the life I live so me no waan this stop ya man / So me keep it up like heaven,” the Patriotz sinhjay sings.

Jahmiel is one of the brightest stars in the local reggae/dancehall scene right now and he has been having a big year with a growing catalog of hits under his belt. Listen to his new single “Heaven” below.

Mavado and Jahmiel Drop New Single “Badness” [Listen]

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 2, 2017•0 Comment(s)

Mavado and Jahmiel teams up for a new collaborative single “Badness” take a listen to it below.

The gangsta anthem was produced by Chimney Records with Jahmiel delivering a catchy hook over a dancehall beat. “The crime rate keep going up / Cuz my good a my only luck / F*** all a who want see the rass fall cuz a my gun a hold mi up / Right now mi hot like naan make them cold me up,” the Patriotz singer sings.

Mavado, Jahmiel, and Alkaline formed a close nit clique in dancehall called MVP. The trio are among the leading acts in the genre this year with a number of hits. Jahmiel himself is being touting as one of the brightest stars in reggae/dancehall music currently and this song further highlights why he has been getting so much positive attention. Mavado continues to build on his vast catalog and will no doubt go down as one of the greatest of all time.

“Bombohole must think say badness can stop / Feel them skin too tough for 45 shots / One in a your head yo morrow drop in a yo lap / One in a yo mouth yo better stop chat / Pu*** stop take badness to SnapChat,” Mavado sings.

Are Mavado, Alkaline & Jahmiel Working On New Music

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted July 20, 2017•0 Comment(s)

Mavado, Alkaline, and Jahmiel have formed an alliance in dancehall called MVP and now they are working on new music together.

The MVP clique, which stands for Mavado Vedetta Patriotz, recently hit the studio together fueling rumors that they are working on a new project. Sources are telling Dancehall HipHop that they recorded a song together that will arrive sometime this summer. “I know a lot of people have a lot of questions but all I can say is a new song is coming from MVP,” sources told us.

Our sources didn’t give us a release date or the producer behind the upcoming single, but Mavado, Alkaline, and Jahmiel have a large segment of the dancehall fan base. Some may even argue that Alkaline is currently the leading artist in dancehall after surpassing Vybz Kartel in popularity, but that is still up for debate. The three dancehall deejays have been beefing with Popcaan and Vybz Kartel and a few of their affiliate artists since last year. All three of them will also be performing at this week’s Reggae Sumfest.

Injury Reserve – What’s Goodie (feat. Cakes Da Killa) (Floss Album)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted December 22, 2016•0 Comment(s)

[Hook:]
Yup, what’s goodie
I’m the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
You should get to work, get busy
Do it until it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
Imma make you work, get busy

[Verse 1: Cakes Da Killa]
Yo, let me talk my shit
From a college dorm to suite in Chile
Getting drink tickets in my Mishka hoodie
To a Mac sponsor just to up my pretty
Fees is changing so I’m high sadity
Avoiding fake fuckers who claim they fucking with me
Dick riders trying to match my witty
Had to cleanse my palate appetite too picky
All this Henny in me got my mood all pissy
Foreign labels keep me feeling frisky
Steady hating, what’s the ishy?
I’m the MVP so bitches cannot bench me
Groupies on me when I’m in they city
Bet you want this lifestyle cause it sounds so kinky
Feeling cocky, iced out the pinky
And if you kiss the don don’t leave no hickies
Yup

[Hook]
Yup, what’s goodie
I’m the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
You should get to work, get busy
Do it until it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
Imma make you work, get busy

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T & Steppa J. Groggs]
Yup, what’s goodie yo
Been the hottest round since a nigga ate Cheerios
Parker flipping shit like his ass Rey Mysterio
619! Ya that use to be the area code
Now a nigga been all around like a Mary-go
Turn this shit loud if you hear it on the stereo
A nigga about to go Jose Canseco
Ya a nigga about to go Jose, shit’s scary yo
Remember when they were like “Oh shit you on the radio!”
Now these niggas like “Oh Groggs? That nigga’s very old”
We be like, “Chill out nigga hear me out”
You just mad there’s only 10 likes on your video
But there’s like 20 niggas standing in your video
How that work out? That’s a 50/50 ratio
You just that bad nigga you might have to let it go
And that hairline nigga you might have to let it go

[Bridge:]
What’s goodie
My city
Got plenty
My city
Get busy
Get busy
Get busy
What’s goodie

[Verse 3: Ritchie with a T]
Yup, what’s really good
I’m the hottest motherfucker in my neighborhood
Even if I came to yours, I probably would
Ok maybe not if you live in Hollywood
I might pull up, I might skirt off
In the Pathfinder with the Birks on
Or the 4Runner with the Hares on
And your girl still mad I cut my hair off
Cause it’s Ritchie with a motherfucking T
I got a classic tape, plus a degree
Ok not yet, I got another year
I’ll have another classic plus my Grandma’s cheers
I ain’t trying to be no motherfucking engineer
I’ma get my mom a crib with a rap career
And a 6 series make the roof disappear
So she can never say “There ain’t no fucking room in here”
Yup

Skippa Da Flippa – Dat Way

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted November 12, 2016•0 Comment(s)

[Intro: Skippa Da Flippa]
Woah
(30 you a fool for this one)
Oh you going dat way huh?
Woah
Woah
Flippa!

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Skrong nigga
They say you tell it well you wrong nigga
Zero, zero, zero comma, triple zero figures
Kyrie Irving in the paint [?]
I’m like nino in the pot the raw right in the middle
Dat way
Paint the Benz coupe matte grey
Snap ya’ cap like it’s hat day
Save a fifty for a bad day
Ball cappin’ I’m the MVP
Skrong nigga no Hercules
Rubber band it as I count the G’s
Pour a four just to get some Z’s
House that I dreamed of
I don’t trust 12 so i bought a nina
Only talk money I think my demeanor
I love the money like Martin love Gina
I’m a ride it to the roaders
Don’t stop he try pull you over
I think the real should get closer
And I won’t live looking over my shoulder

[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]
I play for keeps don’t never mix [?] I’m strong like a gymnast
White on white M and I had to tint it
So much [?] you would think I was the chemist
The snakes are closer than you think
Pearl perfect be the paint
I’m having birds off the [?]
Shooter shoot faster than you blink or think
You better look our for your brother he shouldn’t need if you really love him
I’m true to loyalty and I thank my mother
She say stay together and watch over each other
I love the way the money feel
I’ve been stacking up blue bills
Big house fuck a hill
And I’m going dat way I mean it for real
See a, fifty bands on top of fifty bands
I’m a take my time you a mini man
Sticks on sticks like the Taliban
Now they need me I used to be the six man
Dat way
Dat way
Pick up the backend’ on Saturday
Ties and offerings Sunday
Get back to the money on Monday

Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Wasatch Front (The Letter O Album) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 26, 2016

[Hook]
Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

[Verse 1]
Got to college me and mama had to setup the dorm
Shortly after got the first tat on my my upper arm
Hit the volley ball game yea that welcome was warm
She crying driving off time to weather the storm
First day I stumbled in teacher hand us the syllabus
I’m Dame from east Oakland I don’t know if I’m feeling this
The notice the temperament right away
Wonderin if I should stay
In my heart I know that this the right move for nicer pay
They ask me Dame how ya classes, I saw a few distractions
But nothin serious enough to make me late for practice
I’ll be there coach, I’m jumping on the shuttle
He said if you on time that mean you late you better hustle
Grab my bags, got that town swag
IPod slappin, listenin to "Black Mags"
That boy out on his own, thinking that he grown
Wet behind the ears tryna show he got some stones

[Verse 2]
I been on campus for some time, but I ain’t working enough
I claimed I wanna make it, Phil was first to call my bluff
I ain’t have curfew I’m seeing what that work do
Up through the campus I could tell you every perfume
Turnt at every party, my cut on Steve Harvey
Tryna MC and be fly call me Marty
Was hardly ever tardy, we showed up like a army
A lot of love for hoopers, a couple sports was salty
I’m sorry, eventually I got up on my job
Game winning treys and I started catching lobs
Won a MVP everybody givin props
Broken 5th metatarsal headed to the docs
Can’t believe it, in my feelings
Head up in my palms
Moms livin with my auntie set off an alarm
Stayed at school for summer cuz the city doin harm
Bout to make the most of the given deck of cards

[Verse 3]
Fall 2011, I’m high minded, noble
Did the work it’s time for me to do what I’m suppose to
Huey told me dominate and let them coaches coach you
Started gettin media, none of it was social
Elevated my mentality all I see is casualties
How he get to Weber State, my performance baffling
All the girlies after me, I got reporters chattering
Started hearing whispers, they thinking bout draftin me
I’m to the lab, let’s work that dribble jab
If I get this down I’m gettin 20 at half
They try to double me I hit a shot look at the staff
I was in my bag, I’ma get the last laugh
Coach said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick
Busted out in tears you know how them moments get
He said this year ya last, gotta put you in the Draft
Blazers took me number 6, that’s a mission passed

Dawin – Jumpshot lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 22, 2016

[Verse]
Let’s give it a shot, you and I on the court
Time ticking on the clock, baby, I’mma try to score
Cause you the hottest on the block
Nothin’ dimmin’ your light
But all the options that you got wouldn’t ever treat you right, no
I don’t need a telescope to see the you’re the one
But I do need your time and if ain’t yours, I’d rather have none
I don’t need a fortune teller to tell me my fortune
I have a million signs that my fortune just begun

[Chorus]
You got me jumping like
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakala, boom shakala, ooh
Wanna hold you down
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakala, boom shakala, ooh
Wanna hold you down

[Post-Chorus]
I said, back at it again with the jumpshot
I’m aiming for you and I won’t stop
Back at it again with the jumpshot
We could lock it down, never unlock
I said, back at it again with the jumpshot
I’m aiming for you and I won’t stop
Back at it again with the jumpshot
We could lock it down only if we give it a shot

[Verse]
Let’s give it a shot, you and I on the court
Time ticking on the clock, baby, I’mma try to score
Cause you the hottest on the block
Ain’t nothin’ dimmin’ your light
But all the options that you got wouldn’t ever treat you right, no
I don’t need a telescope to see the you’re the one
But I do need your time and if ain’t yours, I’d rather have none
I don’t need a fortune teller to tell me my fortune
I have a million signs that my fortune just begun

[Chorus]

[Post-Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Jumping into something, I don’t really know what to expect
But outta your team, you’re the MVP and you’ll never be less
And baby, the past was nothing but practice, now I’m set
When you give me access, I’ll just sew my heart into your chest

[Chorus]
You got me jumping like
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shaka, boom shake, ooh
Wanna hold you down
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakala, boom shakala, ooh
Wanna hold you down