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Nas Songs TextArtist: Nas
Genres: Hip-Hop
           Rap: Hip-Hop

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Trina Songs TextArtist: Trina
Genres: Hip-Hop
           Rap: Hip-Hop

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Rick Ross Songs TextArtist – Rick Ross
Genres: Rap: Hip-Hop
            Hip-Hop
            Rap

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[Chorus:]
Humdi Lila Allah Jehova
Yahweh Dios Ma’ad Jah
Rastafara fyah dance, sex, music, hip-hop

It’s bigger than religion
Hip-hop
It’s bigger than my niggas
Hip-hop
It’s bigger than the government
(humdi luli lali lulo)
This one fa’ Dilla, hip-hop
(humdi luli la, humdi luli la lilulo, humdi lulila humdi lulilaaa…)

[Verse 1:]
We ain’t dead said the children don’t believe it
We just made ourselves invisible
Underwater, stove-top, blue flame scientist come out with your scales up
Get baptized in the ocean of the hungry
(Humdi luli lalilulo, Humdi lulilalilu)
My niggas turn in to gods,
Walls come tumblin… (aaahhh)

[Chorus:]
Humdi lila Allah jehova
Yahweh dios ma had ja
Rastafara fyah dance, sex, music, hip-hop

It’s bigger than religion
Hip-hop
It’s bigger than my niggas
Hip-hop
It’s bigger than the government
(humdi luli lali lulo)
This one is the healer, hip-hop

(humdi luli la, humdi lulilalilulo, humdi lulila, humdi lulilaaaa)

[Verse 2:]
Told you we ain’t dead yet
We been livin’ through your internet
You don’t have to believe everything you think
We’ve been programmed wake up, we miss you.
They call you indigo, we call you Africa.
Go get baptized in the ocean of the people
(Humdi luli lalulilo)
Say reboot, refresh, restart.
Fresh page, new day, o.g.’s, new key…

(humdi lulila, humdi lulila lilulo, humdi luli la, humdilulila)

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Fat Joe Songs TextArtist:  Fat Joe
Genres: Rap: Hip-Hop
           Hip-Hop

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Snoop Dogg Songs TextArtist:  Snoop Dogg
Genres: Rap: Hip-Hop
           Hip-Hop

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feat. Juelz Santana

Juelz verse 1:

Im Feeling like a
black republican
nah i cant call it
more like a black democrat
runnin them out of office
young Barack Obama im all for it
the rock of Gibraltar is now fallin on ya
i protect my land like a farmer
pockets stay chubby like toccara
or should i say fat like the parkers
tote big guns like im still playin contra
ya’ll washed up like money thats laundered
yall funny im bonkers honest
girl strapped to my dick like a harness
rockstar flyer then an ostrich
and i cover east,west,north,south like a compass
i shall shine forever never tarnish
money buried behind my house like a garden
all green my bank accounts like a forest
i cant feel my face is gettin started and weezy is my accomplice (yea) a black activist like sonny carson
stripes of a sargent salute me
and chicks i get’em high higher then turbulences
white Phantom lookin so fergalicious
im from the city of big drugs and murder victims
its get rich go to jail or be a murder victim (AY!)

now all yall listen if you cant take the heat get out the kitchen

lil wayne verse 2:

I’m Feelin like a
Black Republican
Tote a mac in da public and
act so southern
die for my brotheren
money
money money like Money Mack and Publishing
One life to live never ask for a mulligan
Streets cold but the heat make ya feel covered and
been had cake day late like Ed Sullivan
Fly like a eagle but no,
I’m not Donovan
Boy ya better go eat some soup wit your mom and dem
And my mind is on anotha continent
I am real Cash Money no counterfeit
I don’t parking lot pimp
I just politic
But I get all in her mouth like Polident
New Orleans’ Representa to the enda
Come from the city where the glitta don’t glimma
the sun don’t shine
and the gunz don’t sleep
wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be!

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[Lil’ Wayne talking]
Py til I die, just beacause, pyru, b’s up, bitch I’m me

[chorus]
Young mony is the label
Let us in the door, comin in this bitch all red to the floor
And I’m blooded soowoo and I’m blooded soowoo
I got bloods on stage bloods at my shows
F**k with my bloods got blood on your cloths
And I’m blooded soooowooo (2)

Once again its on, yea I’m back in the booth
Stand at the top like a tac in the roof
Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit
Still on my toes not a crack in my shoe
Rappers talkin about me but I don’t give a hoot
These niggas still lyin I’m the muthafukin truth
Talk tough till I knock off your kuff
And I own my team, I’m like a Maloof
They hatin on me I’m just tryin to be weezy
Just like young jeezy in da lima bean Ghini(Lamborghini)
Smoked out my mind baby and now I’m seein three of ya
Dope boy fresh from my fitted to my DC
All red so these hoes know who we be
We B’s Bloods we B’s
Popeye flow yea ya’ll niggas sweet peas
Gettin high on a yacht call it seaweed

[chorus]

Yea, I advance my flow and they must like that
They like it so much, they say they write that

Barkin at the dog, but I don’t bite back
I aint CPR I aint bringin they life back
Black CVR bad bitch on a bite back
Skittles on my wrist, yea nigga the bright pack
Ima shine, I live where da light at
Airforce fly call me a nike check
Brand new coupe same color as the sky
The dash say 2, lord know I’m gon try
Cop pull me over lord know I’m gon lie
They go up in my trunk lord know I’m gon fry
Them niggas throwin salt all over my fries
So ima just walk all over them guys
Niggas throwin darts never hit the bullseye
Young money bitch new orleans east side

[chorus]

Yea, been around the world rep the same thang
Been around the world its the same gang
B’s up B’s up flame gang blaaat blaaat blaaat bang bang
I tol my homie streets can’t sleep on life
So he popped the X pill and didn’t sleep all night
I aint worried bout you I’m just tryin do me
Last album did 2 I’m just tryin do 3
I am wat every pair of eyes oughta see
Bitches just wish they could call and order me
My momma used to tell me just get a 9 to 5
Cash money made her say never mind I’m fine
(B’s up!)

[chorus]

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Lil Wayne mp3 music

 Shawty say I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
She say I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
Lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
She say I ….. like a lollipop
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And ooo I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps

Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And ooo I like to touch ya lovely lady lumpsOkay, lil mama had a swag like mine
Even wear her hair down her back like mine
I make her feel right when its wrong like lyin
Man, she ain never had a love like mine
N’ man I aint never seen a *** like hers
And that pussy in my mouth had me at a loss fo words
Told her to back it up like erp erp
And make that *** jump like shczerp shczerp
And thats when she said I lo-lo-look like a lollipop
( oh yeah I like that )
She said I lo-lo-look like a lollipop
( oh yeah I like that )
She said I lo-lo-look like a lollipop
( oh yeah I like that )
Shawty I lo-lo-lookin like a lollipop
( oh yeah I like that )

Shawty wanna thug( oh yeah I like that )
Bottles in the club( oh yeah I like that )
Shawty wanna hump( oh yeah I like that )
And ooo I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps

Shawty wanna thug( oh yeah I like that )
Bottles in the club( oh yeah I like that )
Shawty wanna hump( oh yeah I like that )
And ooo I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps

Shawty said the ***** that she with aint ****
Shawty said the ***** that she with aint this
Shawty said the ***** that she with cant hit
And shawty ima hit it(hit it) like I cant missAnd I cant do this

And I dont do that
Shawty needa a refund needa bring that ***** back
This trypa refund;i tell her bring that *** back
And she bring that *** back (she bring that *** back)Shawty wanna thug( oh yeah I like that )
Bottles in the club( oh yeah I like that )
Shawty say I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
She say I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
Lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
Wanna lick the rapper
So I letta lick the rapper
Shawty wanna thug( oh yeah I like that )
Bottles in the club( oh yeah I like that )
Shawty wanna hump( oh yeah I like that )
And ooo I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
( Repeat 2x )

Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can do it juicy for ya
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can do it juicy for ya
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can do it juicy for ya
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can do it juicy for ya
CHORUS:
Shawty wanna thug( oh yeah I like that )
Bottles in the club( oh yeah I like that )

I get her on top she drop it like it hot
And when im on the bottom she hit the very bottom
Then we in the bed givin gettin head ( givin gettin hed givin gettin head )
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can do it juicy for ya
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can do it juicy for ya
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can do it juicy for ya

Shawty say I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
She say I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
Lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
Wanna lick the rapper
So I letta lick the rapper

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Lil Wayne - Boom - Song TextArtist: Lil Wayne
Album: Da Drought 3
Year: 2007
Genre: Hip-Hop

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Yeah
Tell em
Yeah
Weezy bad
Na really I’m good
Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood betta know da tec
live under my seat
Put you in tha ground
Now you live under my feet
All white diamonds on the front of my teeth
And you better put the O in front of my G
The bullshit they talkin don’t come to my knee
Im like a linebacker don’t run it by me
My two best friends will accompany me
And right now they are in my dungarees sleep
One name Mac one name Nina
They hit ya make ya do the Macarena
Where ya tool
Ya gonna need like a muf**ka
And I am so New Orleans like a muf**ka
Its young money and we eatin get ya own suppa
Make me go off in the trunk get da bonecrusher
tec’s ak’s i leave da scene ugly
Chest head face – arm leg stomach
I neva been afraid I aint scared of nothin
Because I got my thang my thang my thang
Hear that bitch go boom
Boom [5x]

You hear them gun’s like boom
Boom [5x]
Yeah
They like the way I ball they call me hot sauce
They know i keep that toaster you can be my pop-tart
I neva had height but boy I got heart
I aint gotta speak I just let my car talk
I got more clips than any movie you saw
I pull up on ya like I need some grey poupon
Hard hat no but I got tha tool on
And you should be my paper if ever tha tools drawn
Yeah
Flow retarded when I spit I get my drool on
I don’t rap I just shit like a newborn
I don’t write I just spit like a tooth gone
So tell them haters cut it out like a coupon
How come that chopper sound like a new bomb
Little nigga gotta hold da bitch wit two arms
I got dat heat tha fire and tha lukewarm
Im on ya heels like a shoe horn
tec’s ak’s i leave the scene ugly
Chest head face – arm leg stomach
I neva been afraid I aint scared of nothin
Because I got my thang my thang my thang
Hear that bitch go boom
Boom [5x]
You hear them gun’s like boom
Boom [5x]

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