Master P Ft. Bengie B, Romeo - Meagan Good Lyrics

Master P Ft. Bengie B, Romeo - Meagan Good

whoa kimosabe!
got the baddest bitch
up in here right beside me
she got that good
that meagan good
she the coldest muthafucka in the hood
she got that good
that meagan good
she the coldest muthafucka in the hood

gucci mane told me "damn! she a keeper"
so i put her in my blackberry under "streetsweeper"
i'm a hood nigga, love me a hood chick
meagan good body, thin waist
that's some hood shit
i'm loving them thighs, them legs
her curves, her taste, them lips, her face
she bad, bad as in a club i've seen
make me go ? friendly and spend my green
don't pop no pills but she my drug
gotta have shorty like khalifa need bud
on that girl cause she's my type
got a super-model figure
if she have to she'll fight
i'm on lil mama, cause shorty
she's so real, my nigga she's so ill
but shawty she's so chill
she don't talk to a nigga when
she mad at night
but she'll fix it, make something up
just right

whoa kimosabe!
got the baddest bitch
up in here right beside me
she got that good
that meagan good
she the coldest muthafucka in the hood
she got that good
that meagan good
she the coldest muthafucka in the hood

check her out: she bad, ain't it?
clothes fit her so right it
looked like they been painted
man i swear she famous, can't
nobody touch her, she was green
when i met her, now she a
stone-cold hustler
we get it in, me and her
we're by the bar, both got
the tank around our neck
they know who we are
that's my motto, she make it wobble
anything she want, she get it
i'm a baller in the latest coupe
matching his and hers
like two polar bears
with the latest furs
we doing thangs, we all about the clout
she got that meagan good
know what i'm talking about?

whoa kimosabe!
got the baddest bitch
up in here right beside me
she got that good
that meagan good
she the coldest muthafucka in the hood
she got that good
that meagan good
she the coldest muthafucka in the hood

she got that good
but she so bad
everything nice: first class
a real dime chick, but she's so hood
waist-deep, she be making good
i wish a nigga would try to take her
mean mug haters: see you later
she do what i want like i made her
see-through tights

she got them meagan goodies
got that church up in the trunk
i'm trying to see what's in that hood
i'm not a car technician but
she's one hell of a model
'i need a vacation'
how about we fly out tomorrow?
not no billionaire
? few whips in there
i'm gonna make you feel like the only girl

Young Buck - Addicted Lyrics

Young Buck - Addicted

i love gettin money homie
real talk - legal or illegal
just addicted to gettin money

i try so hard to survive
making money
nothing but money on my mind
so ridiculous
i'll be hustling til i die
family first, i love my wife
i'm so addicted

from the bottom of the barrel
i'm coming up for air
got my hands in so many things
that's keeping me right here
spending time with my family
i'm fighting for my freedom
y'all falling in love, i'm trying to
fuck em and leave em
i've got my mind on a million
shawty, now let that be the reason
how about i buy you a house
and we just call it even?
my partner told me he had a plug
i couldn't believe him, cause he
be lying, but this time he
practice what he preaching
i love to see these young niggas shine
and me there eating
i hate to see the young niggas testify
now let that be the reason
we be selling dope and thieving
taking these grams around
turn the hood to a video for mtv jams
rappers ain't clever no more
oh you forgot who i am?
cause i've been boxing with uncle sam
blocking in my brother's land
selling dope out my mama's house
almost got my mother slammed
my definition of going to hell
i'm addicted to money nigga

the trap bang and the set boom
i'm from where niggas get shot
and show off their flesh wounds
i'm from where niggas get killed
and whoever next to em
and bitches fight at the funeral
trying to get next to them
he let the x do him
a small pill got em all killed
how they own supply, they never knew em
just heard the gunfire
lost in the money
and i can't find my way out, it won't work
she complains when i stay out
i can't leave, one move, i boom
the yay out. and fuck the other
baby-daddies and what they about
pregnant bitch, mane, call the police on me
you can have the baby
just can't have me shawty
i guess it's me and this paper
and bitch i'm cool with it
you gotta lose it just to find out
what to do with it
you gotta use it just to find out
how two did it
i still do it and dunn it
addicted to money, it's buck

Raekwon Ft. Nas - Rich and Black Lyrics

Raekwon Ft. Nas - Rich and Black

and regardless to how much power you have
god sends prophets and messengers
they don't care nothing about your power
because they come from the power

rare nigga, i'm a wonder
your best success
is my worst blunder
feds tap the number
jewelry jacqueline onassis could appreciate, weed to alleviate the pain
eddie kane, richard pryor pinky ring
watch your conduct nigga
throw parties for my niggas that’s living
you guessed it
models ya’ll keep them if they anorexic
love them but can’t trust them
hate them but won’t bust them
caking in savings, spending, wasting, it's like a custom
tats are hieroglyphic, lipstick on the collar
i got more to lose than you do, but i’m a rider
when did the rules change?
y’all living trendy on pennies
meeting deadlines with ease no game
you fire? i'm butane
gator timbs, ostrich belts
these be the times that i surprise myself
my niggas looking like black crows and pack shows
the don's voice stay pristine like i'm still 17

i'm rich, black, african
rocking the golden mack
shelling leather gucci like it's on my back
woolie-boxing hoodlum in the trench
rinse these niggas, '86 gazels dicing near the fence
mike tyson's disciple, trifle with my pen it's a rifle
16 ways to shoot you through your chrysler duke
exhaling with niggas, the jails argue
bring the best niggas to the table, i'll sic all my whales on you
custom wooden speakers rock alices, rump on polices
dump on creatures, holidays and preachers
stainless steel watches, ostrich turtlenecks
here's the deal: if we can't come in, they can't have the field
bones in cisco', murder instrumentals
cayenne porsche rap, how many horses live official?
i run with generals who flash uzis in interviews
my shit is deep, we fly, swim, dude

verse 2 gotta be all murder like
the first verse
timbs yellow like the hair on a malibu surfer
yellow like my harry winston, glistening arm b
yellow like new york city: piss stained concrete

that’s right, yo, who voted toasting in the wind, las vegas otis
what you know? leave right here we ghost in the lotus
put a package on your head, be promoted, keys in effect
paying these dumb fucking d’s off with donuts

i hate, to see you, acting like a slave
to get an advance here, an advance there
because somebody else controls your destiny

aiyo, i’m rich, black, umbrella calico captain
wes craven with a blade and a black
i’m hood ornaments, junkies win awards in my tournaments
my shit is listed like informants pics
you know we order hits, planes flying, niggas is sure to getcha
whether in costa rica, lisa, she sure to twist ya
eating chow lo mein with chopsticks, glocks with aim
watermelon chips, pop some ‘pagne
for all the riches, niggas forcing out they feelings, kid
whether in hallways or the boats, now feel us, kid
out in alaska, in the astons, remember my passion
hungry wolf who never eat in his castle
bolivian connects restless, yeah, chef ambidextrous
quick to back you in like the lexus shit
hunted by the fbi, we gracious, more demonstrations
shit is tough, milk the carnation

Sade - Love Is Found Lyrics

Sade - Love Is Found

i know my eyes already like you
baby you, i know that love
love is found, love is found

i cut the radio on
i know there won’t be long
i can hear you baby
i can feel your sound
i put thing closer now
now like i feel the sound

i know my eyes already like you
baby you, i know that love, love is found
love is found

oh, my heart go boom-boom

Kendrick Lamar - Chapter Six Lyrics

Kendrick Lamar - Chapter Six

riding with them boys and girls and we’re high (high)
all we want to do is have a good time (time)
young wild and reckless is how we live life (life)

pray that we make it to twenty one (one, one, one, one)
whoooaa, whooaaa

we make it to twenty one (one, one, one, one)
whooo-oa-oa-oh, oa-oa-oh

riding with them boys and girls and we’re high (high)
all we want to do is have a good time (time)
young wild and reckless is how we live life (life)

pray that we make it to twenty one (one, one, one, one)
whoooaa, whooaaa

we make it to twenty one (one, one, one, one)
whooo-oa-oa-oh, oa-oa-oh

i’m glad we were able to talk about her vice and her evils.

there’s a more important topic i’d like to discuss
the dysfunctional bastards of the ronald reagan era.
young men that learned to do everything spiteful
this is your generation. live fast and die young.
who’s willing to explain this story?

riding with them boys and girls and we’re high (high)
all we want to do is have a good time (time)
young wild and reckless is how we live life (life)

pray that we make it to twenty one (one, one, one)
whoooaa, whooaaa

we make it to twenty one (one, one, one)
whooo-oa-oa-oh, oa-oa-oh

riding with them boys and girls and we’re high (high)
all we want to do is have a good time (time)
young wild and reckless is how we live life (life)

pray that we make it to twenty one (one, one, one)