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Porcelain Black Ft. Lil Wayne - This Is What Rock N Roll Looks Like Lyrics

Posted: 27 Mar 2011 08:03 AM PDT


[porcelain black - chorus]
hey hey hey if you're ready to rage
raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
umm, microphone check one, two
yeah, yeah, it's porcelain baby
and this is what rock n roll looks like
the dark days falling down on my stand
i feel the thirst to get it in
touble, trouble, drink it down
like a king, i take the crown

cause we're the kids, make love to the night
we gonna get this, we gonna start a fight

[porcelain black - chorus]
hey hey hey if you're ready to rage
raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah
(hey, hey, hey)
na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(hey)
na-na-na-na-nana-na-now
(hey hey)
na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(hey)
we're putting dark shades on for the cameras
take a picture now if you wanna have us
lets a ? across my face
not a drop willl go to waste
baby the beast is yours to chase
cause we're the kids, make love to the night
we gonna get this, we gonna start a fight

[porcelain black - chorus]
hey hey hey if you're ready to rage
raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah
(hey, hey, hey)
na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(hey)
na-na-na-na-nana-na-now
(hey hey)
na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(hey)

[lil wayne]
i-i-i-i need a cigarette and a bad bitch
come be my soccer ball and get yo ass kicked
i like my pizza cold, i like my glass full
i don't like bullshit, but i like red bull
i smell like guns and roses
i look like money bitch
i taste like rock n roll
i make her lick her lips
and all the drama's dead
im in the past life
i forgot her name but i remember last night
you can do what you do
i done did enough
i'm on that gangsta shit
i don't give a f-ck
weezy

[porcelain black]
you wanna talk the talk, get up and show me the walk
you wanna talk the talk, you better show me the walk
you wanna talk the talk, get up and show me ya walk
you wanna talk the talk, you better show me ya walk
[porcelain black - chorus x2]
hey hey hey if you're ready to rage
raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah
(hey, hey, hey)
na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(hey)
na-na-na-na-nana-na-now
(hey hey)
na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(hey)

Gucci Mane Feat 50 Cent - Recently Lyrics

Posted: 27 Mar 2011 07:52 AM PDT


Gucci Mane Ft. 50 Cent - Recently Lyrics

recently i approach, the microphone, cause i aint no joke
recently i approach, the microphone, because i aint no joke
recently, recently, recently, recently….
[gucci mane]
she want to sex me of course
cause i pull up in a porsche
i make love to the money
but she get moist off my voice
got a shit load of hundreds
got a bag full of loud
got a hand full of 20's

i threw that shit in the crowd
i'm playing 50 and gucci
don't play with 50 or gucci
cause they got goonies that do you
that hit your ass with the uzi
all my fans protest at my most recent arrest
i smoke nothing but the best
here a toast of success
and little mama want to creep with me
i know she want to sleep with me
it gotta be the g in me
cause aint no r&b in me
mr. icecream man call me mr. tmz
like a blindfolded man n-ggas aint seeing me
it's gucci
[gucci mane - chorus]
i just brought a drop just recently
i killed the parking lot just recently
i just brought a whip just recently
i made another flip just recently
i just bust a check just recently
i bust a bad bitch just recently
i'm screaming out "who want a piece of me?!"
i just got a deal just recently
[50 cent]
50 and gucci n-gga this shit equals bread
homie f-ck with the paper, im trying to take off your head
we get the check from the music, we get the cash from the track
when it comes to the money n-gga we right where its at
where it at! where it at! where it at! where it at! here it is!
the sickest shit, we filthy f-cking n-gga rich
always on some crazy shit, blame it on some baby shit
lambo round that autobahn, speeding like i bought a lot
aint got to talk to get a bitch, what you think we bought it for
catch me riding solo, you know i got the strap
that pistol like them pills hoe you know im popping that
i hit that button on your block and drop the top on my convertible
i'm known to find a nosey rat but aint nobody heard of you
they call me king, cha-ching that money coming in
man everything i seen is over cause i'm hood
my pinky ring, thats stacks, man thats a hundred rats
the way it bling makes dope boys want to move crack
[chorus]

August - I Don't Care Lyrics

Posted: 27 Mar 2011 07:50 AM PDT


August - I Don't Care Lyrics

ohho, yeaheah, yeah
no, no, no
oh oho

look in my eyes, baby
and tell me i'm lying, baby
oh, you're over the edge
with what you alleged
and there is not the slightest truth to it
(and seriously)

i don't know where you been getting all your info from
but you're source might be a little misinformed, yeah
and it's looking like your expert witness ain't that sure
and your judgment's just a tad bit premature

and i don't care what the radio says
that front page gossip, girl is all in your head, oho
and my statement reads my heart stays with you here
made myself crystal clear
i made it crystal clear

here my voice, baby (here my voice)
you leave me no choice, baby (i have no choice)
i'm bringing in alibis, defend off your guilty cries (cries)
you're bringing tears to honest eyes
and seriously

i don't know where you be reading all your headlines from
but apparently not a reputable source (oh no no no no)
and it's interesting how so far gone your mind has run
without ever hearing my side of the story

but
and i don't care what the radio says
that front page gossip girl is all in your head, oho

Wiz Khalifa Ft. Young Jeezy & Chevy Woods - Homicide G-Mix Lyrics

Posted: 27 Mar 2011 07:48 AM PDT


Wiz Khalifa Ft. Young Jeezy & Chevy Woods - Homicide G-Mix Lyrics

[wiz khalifa - chorus]
i bought a whole o to smoke
i'm riding high
my n-ggas with me, they down to ride
i got my change up, they looking like they surprised
got n-ggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
money from the flo' way up to the sky
now they wanna know and they wonder why
i got my wings when i was young so i tend to fly
i put my chain on, they saying it's homocide
and i'm killin' 'em, it's homocide
i'm killin' 'em, it's homocide

[young jeezy]
it aint even fair
got the mazi' out, look like nicki here
white drop head, call it white chalk
burn the insides, 57 soft
and n-gga i'm killin 'em, bring the body bags
count a million, fill the body bag
in my murder coupe, call it toe tag
spend a grip n-gga, call me 4 jags
and n-gga i'm killin' 'em, call a murder case
got my rolli' on, got the murder face
roll another blunt, dust my shoulders off
n-ggas hatin' young, watch me shake 'em off

[chorus]
i brought a whole o to smoke
i'm riding high
my n-ggas with me, they down to ride
i got my change up, they looking like they surprised
got n-ggas hatin' on me hard 'cause my paper right
money from the flo' way up to the sky
now they wanna know and they wonder why
i got my wings when i was young so i tend to fly
i put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
and i'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
i'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
i got my change up, they looking like they surprised
n-ggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
but i'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
i'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
i got my wings when i was young so i tend to fly
i put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
i'm killin' 'em

[chevy woods]
with black on black cars coming through
presidential sh-t, tints on the whip
so dark can't see who riding in that b-tch
suits and tie's no questions why
somebody get a box ready for these guys
no four door, had the coupe that ride
that eagle right here if you wanna feel fly
no games though, no names spoke
this crack right here, cocaine flow
i don't know what you doing but i'm paid bro
yeah i pitch that 9 like pedro
stuck in the car with my n-gga i'm ready to ride
we on our way to the top, watch that paper rise

[chevy woods]
keep telling everybody what you gonna do
middle finger like f-ck what you going through
all i know is that money that i'm going to
and them gang boys wanna bore you
like wassup cause i told you
just money in the pocket, fold you
t-a-y-l-o-r g-a-n-g gang

[chorus]
i brought a whole o to smoke
i'm riding high
my n-ggas with me, they down to ride
i got my change up, they looking like they surprised
got n-ggas hatin' on me hard 'cause my paper right
money from the flo' way up to the sky
now they wanna know and they wonder why
i got my wings when i was young so i tend to fly
i put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
and i'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
i'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
i got my change up, they looking like they surprised
n-ggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
but i'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
i'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
i got my wings when i was young so i tend to fly
i put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
i'm killin' 'em

[wiz khalifa]
first 48, first 48
took out 50 racks and blew the first 48
i aint worried about spending bread cause i got more to make
soon as they see that maserati they gone surely hate
hundred for a show, can you afford a date
and that's just one show, imagine what my tour gon make?
police ran up on my tour bus
but hey my n-ggas more money more problems
more lawyers on the case
n-ggas at the grammys
i was at the crib working
heard they little diss but i'm just being the big person
never been trained, still my aim near perfect
everything i spits murder, bow!

[chorus]

B.o.B - No Future (Odd Future Diss) Lyrics

Posted: 27 Mar 2011 07:46 AM PDT


B.o.B - No Future (Odd Future Diss) Lyrics

yo
yeah, yo
mmm, hey, i eat it like dinner
you see this shit i gotta deal with from these beginners?
i ain't circusin' around with these clown-ass niggas
you snappin' at the heels of a world-class sprinter
some may call this bullyin', some may call this bossin'
check the letter, man, you know i'm all-city varsity
walk up on my field, you will get carried off it
we gon' need a body bag and we gon' need a coffin
who am i battlin'? i ain't even exhausted

you could call me sick, you could even call me nauseous
a sea of great whites, you are a dolphin
if i was you, i would be a little more cautious
i'm way too high for you to look at
the future ain't lookin' promisin' for these rookies
this is target practice, but i don't even pull the fuckin' trigger anymore
'cause it's just a waste of bullets
come and get these pussies, wipe 'em off the flo'
i'm guessin' they was hopin' for some different results
i'm guessin' they was guessin' 'cause they wasn't really sure
but fuck it, i got somethin' i have to let niggas know
so i think it's time for these haters to get off my dick
got my own city, you can call it bobtropolis
eastside representer, reppin' with authority
and i ain't talkin' congressmen, and i ain't talkin' politics
lookin' for freaks, freaks lookin' for sausages
but we already know that, so that is all they get
check the name tag, you know who the roster is
a-t-l, grand hustle, ham squad in this bitch
like i ain't never had a mic
fresh to death, i'll see ya in the afterlife
i eat bars, eat beats for my appetite
you wouldn't know 'bout that, you never had a bite
what i gotta do to get some solidarity?
apparently, i need to speak wit' some mo' clarity
no luck needed, nope, no charity
and i'm a grown man, don't need pussy to take care of me
b to the o, i said it once before
if i ain't on your channel, go and look for the remote
already graduated, yeah, you see the cap and robe
but now you couldn't see me 'less you had a telescope
i'm bedrock bumpin', three stripe stumpin'
call me jack 'o lantern, i get head like pumpkins
it's nothin', roll up the stuffin'
put it in the over, get baked like muffins
if you ain't know, i guess i have to introduce you
to my side of town, somethin' y'een really used to
body blow, uppercut, i do more than bruise ya
keep fuckin' with me, you ain't gon' have no future

Chris Brown - All About You Lyrics

Posted: 27 Mar 2011 07:44 AM PDT


Chris Brown - All About You Lyrics

how did you get so young
i heard you were born today
heard that you came and found
the sky and i just wanna say
look up the world is glad here to stay
have fun is time to give another day
sometimes the fire gets in your way
that ain't nothing
you can't blow away

so make a wish
i will have one too
i wish i can stay with you
wish you knew
how .. wishes to come true
it's all about you
it's all about you
today

Cheverly Amalia Feat Fajar Insan - London Virginia

Posted: 27 Mar 2011 07:07 AM PDT


Artis : Cheverly Amalia Feat Fajar Insan
Judul : London Virginia
Album : OST.London Virginia (2011)


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