Mark Ronson – Intro Lyrics

[Saigon] (Mark Ronson)
Oh Shit!
What?! This is a banger
Yo check this out
I be lord Saig’
I’m chillin’ with Mark Ronson
This is his first album
He got special guests and fly motherf*ckers
Do you know what? (what?) Yo Mark? (yeah) You need to set this shit up (alright) by your God. Damn. Self. (I got you Saig’ let’s do it)

[Mark Ronson]
One day I get a call on the phone, Silvia rung, she like my technique, saw me rockin’ them domes
She said here’s a half a mil make some hits of your own
First stop Kentucky where they got me real crunk

Back down to Charlin we wallin’
Ghostface and Trife the records all pausin’

West west for hooks make D-O double G say, ooh wee

Now we back up in the disco, I heat it up in the booth like Crisco,
Put your rollerskates on let your hips go

Couple days later sounds from Jamaica, show off with the track and he said I’ll take her!
Back down to J-A
International affair

Rollin rollin round, streets are spawned and most of Mark Ronson
It’s the M-O-P! We gotta Rollin rollin round
Brooklyn is in the building you got probl-
Freeway on the verse is a monster, but I needed a hug so I called Nikka Costa
I know you feelin’ my rosta
And my name got a buzz, so here come the fuzz

Producer Rvssian Defends His Jamaican Card Amidst “Privilege” Criticisms

Producer Rvssian was forced to defend his Jamaican card while getting criticized for being “privilege.”

As the world continues to confront systemic prejudices in the wake of George Floyd’s death, one of our own has had ?to defend his love for his country and his people. Jamaican producer Rvssian says trolls and ‘Jamaicans hiding behind their phones’ moved him to address the fact that “Jamaican” is not skin color or a set story, and regardless of circumstance, we’re one nation. In a series of subtweets, the international hitmaker shut down the Twitter fingers, pointing at his privileged upbringing as an indication that his patriotic comments are insincere.

Undertones of classism and colorism are prevalent in Jamaica, where a common assumption is that those removed from stories of struggle do not have an authentic enough Jamaican experience or voice. It’s an interesting accusation considering Rvssian’s career started with heavy involvement in the local music industry, boasting various collaborations with the likes of Taurus Riley and the Teacha, Vybz Kartel.

Setting his sights further in recent times, the producer has advanced his career, landing hits like “Writing on the Wall” featuring Cardi B and “IDKW” featuring Young Thug, Swae Lee, and Shenseea. Even with the groundwork and recent wins, naysayers still set out to call out Rvssian in the comments, as ZJ Sparks neatly put it. “Did your ancestors build the nation? No. you are NOT a descendant of enslaved people who were wrongfully subjected to inhuman treatment yet still the country was built off of their backs. Now go and sit down,” one fan commented.

Others insisted his background is still worth mentioning in regard to his current success: “Privilege doesn’t mean you didn’t work hard. It’s not an attack on all the hard work you did. It simply means you’ve had it easier than other people. A lot of people have some form of privilege they were born with. It cant be prevented but it can be acknowledged.” The rest of the feedback was incredibly positive, urging him to ignore them, go harder at his craft, even citing the proverb, “If a cow born inna a pig pen is still a cow doe listen dem yah yardie.”

Another summed up Rvssian’s own sentiments with a similar reaction to those questioning the depth of his roots. “Jamaica is not just struggles and ghetto stories. It’s a lot more than that. Everybody did not come from the ghetto. Not all Jamaicans grew up around violence and dysfunction. So because my struggles ate different, my story is not worth being told?”

Rvssian leveled the naysayers with a few receipts, including a photo of himself at an inner-city kid’s treat, and left some lines ‘for the trolls behind them phone on the net’: “God bless y’all. I’ma work harder just for you – hopefully you will grow to hate less. Hate blocks blessings. No negative vibes here.”

Is Rvssian right, or do you think the critics have a point?

Born and raised in jamaica ?? my entire life. But a lot of Jamaicans on the net behind their phones like to act like they more Jamaican than me for what reason ? Motto. Out of many, One people. Don’t lose yourself. I love my country and people.

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 4, 2020

Big up mi mother and father – love you?? Uno grow me to not judge & badmind. pic.twitter.com/Pm7M2Eiqmw

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 5, 2020

When I’m in streets in Jamaica ?? it’s all love. I love the people. Never no hate. But the trolls behind them phone on the net. God bless y’all. I’ma work harder just for you – hopefully you will grow to hate less. Hate blocks blessings. No negative vibes here.

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 5, 2020

Tivoli Gardens kids treat #FreeTittyman pic.twitter.com/i4IE44yCbu

— Rvssian (@Rvssian) June 4, 2020

Dem a guh roast u today

— Zj Sparks – Discipline Is Freedom?? ? (@Sparkiebaby) June 4, 2020

Rvssian born uptown . The man story good . Him wasn’t a notnice . And never struggle or have to beg no man him just work hard at his craft yes but he had financial and family support and that big boy his fault but . So don’t come like the man start from nothing .kmt

— scrappa (@876skyazpromo) June 5, 2020

but he should acknowledge that his family name and complexion made things way easier for him…it will make him come across more genuine

— ? (@M_Sceptre) June 5, 2020

Future – Ridin Strikers Lyrics

Riding strikers
Hotbox shit, gonna hotbox (Pluto)
I’m gonna cut ’em (You got somethin’ to bring)

Riding strikers good, yeah
Riding strikers in the hood
Riding strikers through your hood (Ridin’ strikers through), yeah
Ridin’ strikers through your hood, yeah
f*ck a title, you got that rifle, you need to ride striker
Go for the Ferrari, a Spider, man, I had to ride striker
I taught my young niggas how to slide, go and get a striker
I put my young bitch in a G-Wag’ she ridin’ striker

I go to Jamaica then tag ’em with a hundred snipers
I dip the ice and go (Woo), I step out icy, frozen (Woo)
I hit professional (Woo), I have déjà vu, I know (Woo)
I’m gettin’ my decimals (Woo), I’m going digital
Spazzin’ in Jimmy Choo, bagged up plentiful
Tell me how I’m supposed to be sober in my interview (sober)
Last night I was growing up (I was in Fendi too)
Took flight, I’ve been going up (That’s a ritual)
Passport and we going up like some animals
Addied up and I’m gassed up, change the temperature
Triple rows, tall hoes, they identical
Minute Maid, Hi-Tech splash (Goin’ crazy)
Drug raids got me cold, got me cocky (Ahh)
Can’t stand it, won’t enjoy life if it ain’t toxic
Cuban links, walking on ice, I don’t play hockey
I was trained standin’ on Front Street and I’m saucy
High pro, foul superstar codeine coughing
Cop a Porsche, cop a Range Rover, it’s King Joffrey
Kick a door, smokin’ sherm sticks, they opps, sees ’em
Piss poor, we sticking together like (Gang)
King Kong, I’m taking drugs out my body

Insane, inside my brain and my posse

Riding strikers good, yeah
Riding strikers in the hood
Riding strikers good, yeah
Ridin’ strikers in the hood, yeah
f*ck a title, you got that rifle, you need to ride striker (Striker)
Go for the Ferrari, a Spider, man, I had to ride striker (Striker)
I taught my young niggas how to slide, go and get a striker
I put my young bitch in a G-Wag’ she ridin’ striker (Strike)

Riding strikers good
Riding strikers through your hood, yeah
Riding strikers through
Riding strikers through the hood, yeah
Yeah, riding strikers through your hood

The police need your help in tracking down a suspect in a bank robbery this morning on the city’s north side
According to police, the suspect walked into the bank about nine this morning
Went straight to one of the tellers, handed over a note that said
"Put money in bag"

Hold on, pouring up the drank
Hold on, now I’m robbin’ me a bank
Hold on, f*cking on foreign
Hold on, that bitch with you ain’t
Hold on, whippin’ up foreign
Hold on, drive it like a tank
Hold on, pouring up drank
Hold on, ’bout to rob me a bank
Hold on, smokin’ on pressure
Hold on, straight out a pound
Hold on, crazy-ass shooter (Crazy-ass shooter)
Hold on, sprayin’ in the crowd (Sprayin’ in the crowd)
Hold on, kill ’em on sight
Hold on, still go to trial
Hold on, nigga get life
Hold on, been scarred as a child
Hold on, rob me a bank
Rob me a bank
Hold on

Novelist – Major Player Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ever since a minor kid I knew I was major
Real Gs recognise real G behaviour
Girls like the presence of a man that’s not a hater
N*ggas think they’re bad because they don’t respect their neighbour
I ain’t got the time to get mad I get paper
Laughing at them rappers tryna talk like Darth Vader
Composed when I gotta do my thing later
I seen a brudda die because he was an underestimater
Dressed well best smelling in the elevator
When I intro myself I’m a first-namer
Asking what I do, who I know, I’m not a claimer
What’s the point in bragging if they’re gonna hear later
I can make a trackie feel like I’m wearing a blazer
Vigilance will have you more attractive than a shape up
Dilligence has got me on the road to big paper
Amaretto sour better shake it like a shaker
If a bredda’s funny I ain’t saying ‘see you later’
Dat bredda’s claiming he’s a G but he’s a faker
I ain’t gonna speak when I see a clout chaser
Breddas think they got it cos they hotted up the waiter
But fam I got the juice I got the bag like it’s Jamaica
So wait up before you get fresh it’s best to wake up
Understand the news that I make a straight major
I’m a major player

[Verse 2]
I ain’t giving nuttin but I’m blessing if they diss me
22 but I been thinking older like I’m 50
That’s why I only keep a couple brothers with me
Love the hood but I don’t trust the hood cause man are shifty
But me I hold my corner I’m legit see
I don’t slip I dip when I smell something fishy
I’m bout to take this to a bigger level
They’re saying give me I see it as if you’re my enemy if you ain’t with me
Amaretto sours got me tipsy
I never slip I’m vigilant
The roads are risky for those who quickly react and get drawn out swiftly
I’m a G that’s why I live my life in peace
Major players in the game are rocking with a G
I’m taking out them suckers that was trying to get rid of me
If it’s war then it’s war that’s what it’s gotta be
But I would rather bless it after I hear the apology
Authenticity can’t be a wannabe
I’m rolling with my set and they’re upset but that don’t bother me
Thinking I’m a threat but that ain’t stopping me
I’m doing what I must cause God is giving me authority
People like myself are the minority
Because we make sure keeping it 100’s the priority
And that’s straight up
Taking over everything
I’m a major player

[Outro] (PREM ?)
Major players in the game (in the game) (in the game) (yeah)
Game (yeah)
Major players in the game (in the game) (in the game) (yeah)
Game (yeah)

Ramriddlz – Left, Right Lyrics

[Intro]
Tropical ass beats make you feel like you’re in Jamaica or some shit, uh
Bubba, Bubba-bathroom
Ay que rico
Perrico

[Verse 1]
I love how she whine up on me, whine up
She said meet me in the bathroom
So I wet her in bathroom
And If you know me
Then you know that’s that dude
And I get it how I live
I do what I wanna cause that ass too big
Come here girl, come whine up on me

[Hook]
Left, right, up, down
I just wanna see you move
Right, left, down, up
I always got two cups (I always got two cups)
Baby I always got two cups, ohh, ohh
Left, right, up, down
I just wanna see you move
Right, left, down, up
I love the way you whine up (on me)
I love the way you whine up on me, wind up on me
I love the way you whine up in on me

[Verse 2]
Cause I don’t want to hold hands
Like camera lens’
All this ice on me cause I’m a cold man
No romance, I wanna see you pole dance
Put that weight on me
Girl I’m a swole man
Pum pum is the tightest
When we whine up
Can you feel my line

[Refrain]
Dominicana mama come whine up
Mamacita come whine up
Habibti come whine up
I love the way she whine up on me, whine up on me
I love the way you whine up on me, whine up on rammy

[Verse 3]
[I can make you feel fine
Just jump on my Calvin Klein
Girl can you feel my fine
When I whine pon’ that feline
Wheels are the way you’re walking up
Wind up your waist like you have no spine
Beat it left, right like one more time

[Bridge]
I just, I just, wanna see you dance
I just, I just, wanna see you dance
I just, I just, wanna see you dance
I just, I just, wanna see you dance

[Hook]
Left, right, up, down
I just wanna see you move
Right, left, down, up
I always got to (I always got to close)
Baby I always got to close, ohh, ohh
Left, right, up, down
I just wanna see you move
Right, left, down, up
I love the way you whine up (on me)
I love the way you whine up on me, wind up on me
I love the way you whine up in on me

[Refrain]
Dominicana mama come whine up
Mamacita come whine up
Habibti come whine up
I love the way you whine up on me, wind up on me
I love the way you whine up on me, wind up on me

[Outro]
Just move your body
Don’t think about it
Just move your body
Don’t think about it
Don’t think about it
Just move your body
Don’t think about it
Just move your body
Diplo dada dance, sip slow dada dance, ramrod dada dance
If she don’t go up, down, she get left, right (oh!)

Flavour – Black Is Beautiful Lyrics

I can see her from afar
She just dey shine like a morning light
I can see very clear
She just dey shine in a broad day light (hey)
And she was walking
And i was watching
Every step and the move she was making
She is adoring i am admiring her hips

Beauty is a natural thing
Original thing and a mysterious thing hey
Rise up ma voice and sing i thank the lord for a beauty queen
Cos your black is beautiful
Beauty from my own
Baby your black is beautiful (baby moo)
Beauty in disguise
And your black is beautiful (ahhhhh)
Black is beautiful hey
And your black is natural, (ahhhhhahh) black is original
Oo oo ohoo
Oo oo ohoo
Oo oo ohoo
Yoo yoo yoyo, mama moo

Cha cha chei
She is black she is proud and she knows it
She is cool and i everybody likes it
She is bold and she very very humble
She is strong and can never never fumble
She is courageous (ahh) azagitarious the kind of woman I can take for serious

Beauty is a natural thing
Original thing and a mysterious thing hey
Rise up my voice and sing i thank the lord for a beauty queen
Cos your black is beautiful (beauty for my own)
Baby your black is beautiful baby moo
Beauty in disguise hey
And your

And your black is Africa
Your black is Jamaica
And your black is Arabia
Your black is Jamaica
And your black is Nigeria
Your black is beautiful oooo
Dudu tu tuuu duduuuu
Huu huu
Selooom
Your black is beautiful

Jesse Jagz – Wide And Blue Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I feel my, spirit waking my body aching
I see the, darkness fading and God is amazing
I’m taking pictures of a lovely painting, shawty’s blazing
The sea the shore the waves are racing the waters raging
Still my, body aching from all I’m facing
My spirit’s ageing, I feel forsaken from paper chasing
Huh, the truth is fading, hallucination
In truth I face em while real niggas salute the nation

Huh, I found a mason, built up a foundation
And you now awake and aware, the bow take em
Who’s your salvation? look at the cloud shape em
Whatever couldn’t touch it before cannot shake em
Huh, and baby under your arms is my haven
You’re my vibration, we high from Jamaica
Huh, we blow lala high, rejuvenation
Huh, plus my jewelry’s amazing, I got you baby

[Hook]
Your love e never die
Your love inna fit take me to the sky
So why? The ocean is wide and Blue
And, your love e never die
Your love inna fit take me to the sky
So why? The ocean is wide and Blue

[Verse 2]
Huh, when I’m smoking, my mind is open
I’m open, my spirit lonely if my body broken
And in the, present moment, I seek atonement
Believe I’m showing, you see the flowing with trees I’m blowing
Evening and morning, the girls are moaning
Controlling her emotions, guess my promotions
Is damn ferocious, yeah
And I approach this, with microscopics
I spliff with smokers, legit promoters to fix my focus, yeah
I spit for soldiers, spliff the dopest
I sip the coldest Coca-Cola’s and sodas and my baby knows this
One day the oceans will open wide
And meanwhile imma rub her down with baby lotions
Yes, I spit the coldest
Split g’s with opponents
I was made a soldier, my baby is a Cobra
Snakes stay all over, tryna blast over a Casanova
But yet my flow run them over

[Hook]
Your love e never die
Your love inna fit take me to the sky
So why? The ocean is wide and Blue
And, your love e never die
Your love inna fit take me to the sky
So why? The ocean is wide and Blue

My girl fit be, like marijuana and me tree
And finally, I’m finding me
When I walk through the valley of the shadow
And this road man-ah travel
Say, my girl fit be, like marijuana and me tree (y’all know)

[Verse 3]
My rhymes unrivaled, its mind travel
Rewind times like passing through a triangle
Light a candle, the final battle, the mic vandal
I let it dangle, the microphone is at my ankle
This ain’t a sample, it’s no example
With cliques I gamble, the revolution’s on the missing channel
I smoke a camel dismantle from the solar panel
I still flow and unrivaled so your soul can travel
It’s universal and I was born a nervous person
I always searching write a verse I pass the weed
Never need rehearsing
Sick flows is what I’ve been nursing
Chicks know when they conversing
They always got a different version, huh
And baby under your arms is my haven
Amazing inhale it, I keep the fire blazing
An admiration, you got a heavy vibration
Whatever couldn’t touch ’em before
Cannot shake ’em, bounce

[Hook]
Your love e never die
Your love inna fit take me to the sky
So why? The ocean is wide and Blue
And, your love e never die
Your love inna fit take me to the sky
So why? The ocean is wide and Blue

Garibaldi – Banana Lyrics

In the island of Jamaica
Everybody loves banana

Mexicana like it (banana)
Hot, hot (banana)
Nice, nice (banana)
Sweet, sweet (banana)
Light, light (banana)
Fine, fine (banana)
Young girl like it (banana)
Old lady like it (banana)
She doesn’t like it (banana)
I don’t want it (banana)

Banana duro (banana)
Banana tieso (banana)
Banana perverso (banana)
Banana travieso (banana)
Banana chiquito (banana)
Banana sabroso (banana)

Banana sweet (banana)
Banana nice (banana)
Banana beat (banana)
Banana long (banana)
Banana nice (banana)
Banana sweet (banana)

Ay con mi cara bonita
Movinema movine

Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Sube, sube, sube que sube
Ay, ay ay
Sube la bolita y sube la bolita
Ay, ay ay
Me sube, me sube, me sube y me sube
Ay, ay ay
Sube la bolita y sube la bolita
Ay, ay ay

Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Sube, sube, sube que sube
Ay, ay ay
Sube la bolita y sube la bolita
Ay, ay ay
Me sube, me sube, me sube y me sube
Ay, ay ay
Sube la bolita y sube la bolita
Ay, ay ay

Tucutucutu, tucutucutu
Tucutucutu, tucutucutu

Ay con mi cara bonita
Movinema movine

Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
AY!

Purpmiya – Who Don’t Hear, Must Feel Lyrics

[Chorus]
I was gone for a minute but I’m back now nigga
Don’t wrestle too raw for the smackdown nigga
Broke niggas trynna pull ma card, go fishing
Buh all who don’t hear must feel, don’t listen

[Verse 1]
Momma told me son you the man of the house now
I was 16 rolling weed like I’m finna burn the house down
On Jesus, every Judas in my life getting crossed out
On me I’m done taking orders, I’m the boss now
Yea am the boss now
Diamonds on Voss
Got the water and the sauce now
Bum broke bitches
Crawling back because they lost now
Sorry ho you lost out
I don’t f**k with fake
Rather love you with ya faults and ya flaws out
I don’t f**k with the snakes
Get the mower amma have the cut the lawn down

[Chorus]
I was gone for a minute but I’m back now nigga
Don’t wrestle too raw for the smackdown nigga
Broke niggas trynna pull ma card, go fishing
Buh all who don’t hear must feel, don’t listen

[Verse 2]
Momma told me son I need money for the house now
I was 18 selling weed like I’m finna trap the house out
You can take me from Jamaica, but you can’t the yaad out
Treat Atlanta like Broadway when I bring the broads out
When I bring the broads out
Two foreign women always walking with the bras out
Finna pull the cars round
Feds might be tapping
Gotta hold off sending calls out
I don’t f**k with the lames
All ma niggas making money and we bossed out
I don’t have to run game
Tell your friends I wanna f**k
Il bring em all out

[Chorus]
I was gone for a minute but I’m back now nigga
Don’t wrestle too raw for the smackdown nigga
Broke niggas trynna pull ma card, go fishing
Buh all who don’t hear must feel, don’t listen

[Outro]
Gone for a minute but I’m back now nigga
Don’t wrestle too raw for the smackdown nigga
Trynna pull ma card, go fishing
Who don’t hear must feel, don’t listen

Purpmiya – One Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh I got one up these niggas
Oh I got one up these…

[Chorus]
I got one up on these niggas
I got one up on these bitches
I got one up on these niggas
Yeah, I got one up
Yeah, I got one up
I got one up on these niggas
I got one up on these bitches
I got one up on these niggas
Yeah, I got one up
Yeah, I got one up

[Verse 1]
f**k you don’t need your opinion
f**k on your bitch in a civic
None of my windows are tinted
Just so you haters can see me
I got one up on you niggas
Ten toes down for the check
Ten toes down on your neck
Top tier, top ten, top dawg
Lord am the best, oh yes
I’m blessed
Still got one up these niggas
Iv been so humble, I’m Finished
Mixing these drugs like a chemist
Used to be down, now I’m winning
Not gon be stuck pinching pennies (Uh)
I do it all for Jamaica
That Yaadi boy stay blowing vapors
Put me right next to the greatest
Il show em why I been patient
Cause

[Chorus]
I got one up on these niggas
I got one up on these bitches
I got one up on these niggas
Yeah, I got one up
Yeah, I got one up
I got one up on these niggas
I got one up on these bitches
I got one up on these niggas
Yeah, I got one up
Yeah, I got one up

[Verse 2]
Took me a shroom and I perked up
Plug brought it to me with the surplus
Ride my own wave nigga surfs up
Trynna be a boss so I work for it
Took me a while I had to search for it
Grabba and the weed calm the nerves for it
Used to be that nigga with the worst voice
Now they ain’t even find the words for it
Still do it all for Jamaica
Yaadi boy stay blowing vapors

[Chorus]
I got one up on these niggas
I got one up on these bitches
I got one up on these niggas
Yeah, I got one up
Yeah, I got one up
I got one up on these niggas
I got one up on these bitches
I got one up on these niggas
Yeah, I got one up
Yeah, I got one up

Alcool Club – Do Vinho Lyrics

[Intro]
A princípio é simples, anda-se sozinho
Passa-se nas ruas bem devagarinho
Está-se bem no silêncio e no borborinho
Bebe-se as certezas num copo de vinho
E vem-nos à memória uma frase batida:
“Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida!”

[Verso 1 – Montana]
Meu amigo é barato e fala pouco
Meia dúzia de trocos
Põe qualquer nigga louco
Pacote ou uma garrafa
Carrasco, boa pomada
Aqui bebe-se tudo
Ya, não se deixa nada

Tu aí, tens algo para beber?
Tens?
Deixa aqui, mothaf**ka vai-te foder
Enrolo uma amiga
Que gosta de estar comigo
Acompanha, mais o seu amigo
Os dois juntos fodem-me o juízo
Dou bafos, suavinhos
Fico mais tranquilo
Chama-me o que tu quiseres
Cada um tem o seu estilo
Bêbado ou pedrado, yah
Não ligo a isso
Mas vê-se que cá para mim
Tens um filho que também dá nisso

Discreto, mais um copo
Atitude f**king nessa mesa
Mais uma surpresa, vinho no meu copo
Xau, até logo
Até logo

Vestido de preto, mil histórias e um segredo
Tou no Inferno, vejo pessoas que conheço
Não sei se devo, ou mereço ficar fora
Ou deste devil kiss dá-me uma missão na Terra
“Montana, vai apanhar a pedra!”
Whisky, erva
Desço como subi
E apanhei uma granda tala
E acordei ali
Sim, sim
Porque é que nem Deus acredita em mim?
Montana a olhar para ti
Sim, sou eu mesmo
Porco, sujo e bêbado
Eu sei que não devo
Mas gosto da vida que levo
Pois posso parecer parvo
Que ideia
Apenas gosto da pedra
Beber, Montana
Beijinho, marijuana
Enche-me o copo
Abre o decote
Faz-me um broche
Até logo
Eras doido, eu sou louco
Agora o deserto come-te o corpo
Morto
Moca, bófia, fuga
Foder tanta puta até apanhar pulga
Check
Jack, SanguiBom, Montana
Toma ganza, mas primeiro
Quero um copo cheio
Com um cheiro a whisky velho
40 de volume e como de costume
Letras sem sentido
Mas quem é que disse que a moca tem sentido?
Niguinho
A cantar assim nem te safas no deserto
Moca, kaya, Mexicano, emigrante da Jamaica

[Praso]
Por causa
(Do Vinho)
Eu fico louco por causa
(Do Vinho)
Praso, Alcool Club, casa de
(Do Vinho)
A minha dama deixa-me por causa
(Do Vinho)
Sa foda, Alcool Club é
(Do Vinho)
O meu coração é feito
(Do Vinho)
Vinho todo dia, porque eu gosto
(Do Vinho)
O Sérgio Godinho gosta
(Do Vinho)
Gostamos todos de quê?
(Do Vinho)
Porque eu sou feito
(Do Vinho)
Alcool Club é feita
(Do Vinho)
Porque eu sou feito
(Do Vinho)
A minha tala é de
(Do Vinho)
Não vale a pena
Não me falas por causa
(Do Vinho)
Eu fico com a tala por causa
(Do Vinho)
Alcool Club é feita
(Do Vinho)
O copo está cheio
(Do Vinho)

Dj Ostkurve – Limbo Dance Lyrics

Let’s go on a holyday
Let’s go to Jamaica
Flyin’ to Mantigo Bay
Let’s go to Jamaica
Maybe find to hide away
Let’s go to Jamaica
We can limbo on the sand
To a steel drop-band
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chanceC’mon and move your body downDo the limbo dance
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chance
Clap your hand it’s party timeDo the limbo dance
You will hear the limbo song
When you’re in Jamaica
You’ll be dancing all night long
When you’re in jamaica
We can party on and on
When you’re in jamaica
Whe can limbo on the sand
To a steel drop-band
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chanceC’mon and move your body downDo the limbo dance
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chance
Clap your hand it’s party timeDo the limbo dance
Fantasies can all come true
Let’s stay in Jamaica
Gone in sunshine of youLet’s stay in Jamaica
Sleepin’ under skies of you
Let’s stay in Jamaica
We can limbo on the sandTo a steel drop-band
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chanceC’mon and move your body downDo the limbo dance
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chance
Clap your hand it’s party timeDo the limbo dance

Vybz Kartel – World Government Lyrics

[Intro]
Shabdon
And Addi Di Teacha, di one don

Why di yute dem hungry?
Why di gyal dem still a sell fi money?

[Hook]
Di people wah World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Everybody happy, all who a chop grass
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Landslide victory
Bomborassclaat!

[Verse 1]
WorlBoss step inna parliament
Every ghetto yute a get a house and a Benz
Child molester dem a get a rope and a heng
Juvenile nuh sleep a road, we a put up all a dem
Set up di elderly dem is di root not di stem
Black woman a mek money like di day na nuh end
Education it affi free, nah fi spend
Nuh crime nuh gwan again mi link di shotta dem

[Hook]
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Everybody happy, all who a chop grass
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Landslide victory
Bomborassclaat!

[Verse 2]
Nuh police couldn’t tell lie a court
Squady weh do dat affi divorce from di force
Nuh more Chiney couldn’t come in, lock di coast
Foreign nah buy a just di weed dat fi smoke
Stop extradite, stop dat by tonight
Slavery use di ship, nowadays use di flight
Same thing, nothing change, fight fi we life
World inna power, unu alright

[Hook]
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Everybody happy, all who a chop grass
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Landslide victory
Bomborassclaat!

[Verse 3]
After school program
Knowledge addi key, a wi slogan
No man can say him owe man
My cabinet mek sure ghetto yute get rich like di boss dem a Portland
Everybody neck have on ice dem a wonder a where Jamaica get snow from
Bauxite factory mi build inna Clarendon

[Hook]
Di people wa World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Everybody happy, all who a chop grass
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Landslide victory

[Hook]
Di people wa World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Everybody happy, all who a chop grass
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Landslide victory
Bomborassclaat!

Bzn – Aloha He Lyrics

In a small café, a place called Montego Bay
Saw you walking by, oh me oh my
Lovers at first sight, feeling like dynamite
Oh you set my heart on fire, while we used to sing

Aloha hé, down on Montego Bay
In a hot Jamaica sun, that’s where you kissed me on and on
Aloha hé, down on Montego Bay
A paradise, my island in the sun

A lovers paradise, sweet lips and angel eyes
When you hold me tight, this tropical night
Making up to you, that’s what I wanna do
Oh beneath the purple sky, we used to sing

Aloha hé, down on Montego Bay
In a hot Jamaica sun, that’s where you kissed me on and on
Aloha hé, down on Montego Bay
A paradise, my island in the sun

You turn my head and make me feel I’m swaying
Driving me insane, just tell me what to do

Aloha hé, down on Montego Bay
In a hot Jamaica sun, that’s where you kissed me on and on
Aloha hé, down on Montego Bay
A paradise, my island in the sun

Aloha hé, down on Montego Bay
A paradise, my island in the sun

Tory Lanez – Beauty in the Benz Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(To thank you, to thank you)
(To thank you, to thank you)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Keep it real, this how I’m comin’ in it from the jump
You’re so beautiful, I kiss and hit it from the front
Take you everywhere with me ’cause I love to stunt
Money everywhere, baby, ’cause you love to stunt
Hit the strip club with me, make ten G’s
We’ll be runnin’ up the bag ’til it empties
Got a temper ’cause she bad, don’t tempt me
Shawty, I’m a different man off the Hennessy
Tryna hit it so good you remember me
Pussy good like
Fuckin’ your body, I let it go down
I make it ring like the Neptunes song
You hold it down like a stunner, you done cleaned that
You hold it down every summer in Celine bag
Oh, when you’re givin’ me love, you never keep that
You never give me enough, knowin’ I need that
We gon’ fuck up the sheets, send ’em to the cleaners
We might smoke weed on the way and catch a misdemeanor
I’m a young nigga that wanna get with you and beat it
My ex hate when I’m with you, it’s gettin’ her heated

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Said you’re beautiful
Oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
What can I say to you that you ain’t never heard?
I’m breakin’ it down, shawty, I’m talkin’ ’bout every word
Observe how I splizz-erve, slick like a iceberg (What?)
Cold with the wizz-ords and lit like my izz-erd (Ah)
Of course it all matters if you with it or not
‘Cause if you don’t, you won’t, but if you get it, you got
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with this, now peep it out
And if it’s too hard, then go ahead and bleep it out
See, I’ma tell you what I see ’cause what I see is all I know
I’ll wrap you up with a bow, lay you out on the floor
And let Tory tell the story ’cause you know how it go
Then hit the switch in my blue ’64, mmh-mmh

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Beautiful
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Said you’re beautiful
Oh, oh

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
You know how to let me know if I done enough
Touch down in it, put them numbers up
You wanna leave ’cause he don’t make you cum enough
Well, guess what? I’m the next runner-up
Big bank, baby, and I spend it all on you
Fuck it up in here, that’s what we ought to do
A lot of options, I could call ’em through
I switch her option like an audible
Bentley Bentayga, girl, you gets paper
They be pocket watchin’ the money you get paid
I wanna fly you to the sand in Jamaica
You damaged your makeup, still managed to make it, yeah
Humble as ever, but stunt with the cheddar, yeah
You grind with me, we gon’ come up together, yeah
Pretty days, we gon’ stunt it together
‘Cause the Rolls Royce I drive, it come with umbrellas
I don’t talk no shit ’cause I just back that shit up
I’ma flip lil’ shawty like the spatula
I’ma sink my teeth in it deep, Dracula
Pretty Rick when I hit it, have you spectacular, uh

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Beautiful
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Said you’re beautiful
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah

[Outro]
Something about you
There’s something about you (To thank you, to thank you)
There’s something about you (To thank you, to thank you)
(To thank you, to thank you)
(To thank you, to thank you)
(To thank you, to thank you), beautiful
(To thank you, to thank you), I just wanted you

​iLoveMakonnen – I REMEMBER Lyrics

I just, think about all my past times
Get on these fuckin’ tracks and make these words rhyme
I don’t even sell no dimes, cause I do not have no time
But I used to reminisce when me and my homies was on the grind
All the time, tryna shine cause we need them new things
Now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with 6 chains
I don’t even give a fuck, used to have a black truck
All the way in zip codes that I do not go no mo
Oh shit, I got shows every motherfuckin’ weekend
Me and my best friends ain’t fuckin’ speakin
‘
Got friends from down under arrivin’ in the morning
Tell ’em that Makonnen is the best thing goin
Worldwide, now you know it, finally I can show it
Young boy in the city lookin’ like I’m fuckin’ growin’
All the way with the moon, ocean sun when it be snowin
‘
I don’t know how I got it, I’m so thankful for the flowin’
My friends, once again, when they come back around
I remember all night, we was sellin’ that brown
To some motherfuckin’ junkies, I was actin’ like a monkey
Swingin’ off them god damn trees
Makin’ hunnid of them things
All damn night with the white, now a nigga barely see
Any type of fuckin’ drugs, who the fuck is me?
I just once was a young boy, on the fuckin’ corner
Sellin’ all this dope from Atlanta to California
And now I brought it back all the way to the West
Cuz them niggas in the East said that I was one of the best
So I’m like, let me go, see if the rumors true
When I step off in the room, niggas be mad at who?
When I step in studios, niggas tryna sound like who, now
God damn, I ride around in black fuckin’ coupes now
Don’t even need to pick it up
Nigga come deliver me
Feel like i’m dominos the way they fucking playing me
Oh shit is a game
Nigga love my last name
Girls want my last name
I switch them with my last game
Hit em with some new shit
Like how the fuck he do it
I remember being in church staring at the pool pissed
Like goddamn that water could make me feel stronger
Then i see that preacher daughter get killed by a gang banger
On the fucking corner and em girls was out here singing songs
Bout sweet jesus and how he was gon come back home
Put my whole family on as they fucking waiting
Niggas on the east side out here still hating
Cause they know that i’m great when i’m came from the south
Now i’m hottest in the north ain’t shit else to talk bout
I’m like damn Uncle Sam who the fuck is donald trump
These niggas done fucked up
Presidents be going up
Now the life in america is all about the money have no time for no jokes
Man ain’t seeing shit funny when my friends fucking dying and drugs fucking colliding everyday in communities
Bitches wanna do me
Niggas out here shooting bullets when we riding pass i’m like oh shit what happened i forgot about my dad
Cause that nigga did me wrong way back in ‘96 now i’m feeling like a bad dog
Looking like michael vick
Out here switching fucking teams can’t find my fucking path
I’m on the fucking road feeling so damn glad
That i have fucking twice another day at life
I remember last week when i felt like a bum
Shit be fucking popping now like a nigga is bubble gum
I remember being so broke i couldn’t afford no bubble yum
Now i’m see now and laters riding around in the latest jaguars supercars saying i’m a super star
And my mom came to my release
Thank god for warner but
Man i never swore that i would leave california
When i was young i felt dumb thought i had to be gang banging
Out here fucking slanging drugs but now all these songs i’m singing
I can’t think about no hook
History about these books all i know is fucking dope fiends and a few crooks that fucking switch they ways off in the usa
Now i feel like gps when i’m using that waze
In the app i can snap on any fucking rap but a nigga hate on me at the same time give me dap
I used to be a young fool now i’m feeling smarter
Goddamn thank god im feeling like a scholar
Didn’t go to college unless it was for beauty
Now the girls love me they want me out in movies
I done sign a stupid deal with a new agency
Hope they put me on a fucking tv show on channel E
Goddamn i’m entertaining oh shit ain’t complaining
Cause the money that i’m making is enough to buy jamaica uh
I love it but sometimes i dont uh
I think i’ll stay but sometimes i won’t
I swear that i should leave what’s is up my sleeve
Everybody hating, hating on me
So i fly all the time when i look at the moon
I remember being home making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember when i was young making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making all these songs back in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making songs in my room

With my dogs little two pit bulls
Man one of them just died i swear this shit ain’t cool
I been hurting so bad i can’t even call my dad
Thank god i got my mom hope that she ain’t feeling sad
Bout them rumors going round in the town
What they saying that i’m fucking new asian that i’m looking like satan
All i’m doing is K and the coke all night
I’m like momma no i’m not but she know i sold that white
So it might not sound to fucking far fetch
Plus you losing all this weight
Man you looking kinda sick
I’m like man no i’m not i be running in the morning
I’m practicing for the world stage so i can put a show on that is as good as beyoncé
Look for my fiancé
Retire off this rap shit
Chillin in a bungalow
Goddamn dont need no hoes
I just need the fucking cash
I remember being broke couldn’t afford fucking the dash
That’s the of us that be riding on western ave
I remember being down there crying for my dad
He like fuck you im leaving
I was out there weeping
Now i’m the man from akron to Cleveland
And beyond doing songs you know i can fucking snap
I be out here looking in the audience waiting for claps
But these niggas don’t give me claps
They just give me stank eye
So i’ve hit them with that whip
Cook that chicken one time
Now your girl said she wanna meet a kid backstage
I know what she really want just to hit it backstage and fuck around and break a condom so she could have my child and when a nigga fall off she said that i ain’t shit now
But i never will fall off cause i never got on
I’m the same little kid making songs in my room
Now when i fucking fly i just stare at the room at the moon in my room
At the same time im feeling like a bride and a groom
Why won’t somebody come and marry me
I been smoking all night i should fucking pay the fee to the goddamn smokers club weight i be be going up
Goddamn nobody fuck with me since i haven’t been going up on a fucking tuesday but i got new news today
I can make plenty songs slow it down anyway
All in the usa they know that i’m leaving soon
I remember making songs staring at the moon in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon cause i remember making songs in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon
Cause i remember being alone
Just making these songs in my room
Making these songs in my room
I remember being alone in my room
Starting at the moon

Migos – Intro Lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
My weed from Jamaica, my money older than Sega
Bust it open, then wait up, tell m, work out, then re-up

[Hook: Takeoff]
My diamonds sparkling, I be like the sargent
Pull up in the Astin Martin, leave in a Burperry carpet
Migo the label, but no no playing with paper
My shirt tiger striped, my shoes aligater
With the plug, never see it
Wip them chickens and pidgens, cokina and midgets, touch it, I flip it

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I remembered in school, teacher talkin bout history
I was tryna make history, up in that house in Beverly
I just called my jeweller, tell him bring me my rolly
In that muscle car, 12 pull me over for flexin

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I got sweet and sour chicken, lemon, go get me some beef
I got soldiers in the streets, I’m commander and chief
When the Js hit the dope, I bet those nose bleed
I got a plug from Mixico, and one plug that’s chinese
Bad bitch on my team, do whatever I please
Thick thais, brown eyes, she finesse you with eze
Think the jeweller got me sick, a chew, I sneez
Someone get me a key, I’ll just rest in peace
Last nigga try to jump, left him deceased
Then we dumped him in the river, body still won’t be seen

[Verse 3: Offset]
I’m a cool individual, selling dope, that’s my principle
Young like the siminals, baking soda a chemical
I done made it out vakent, had to lie on David
Keep the pistol like Peet, and keep the knife like I’m Jason
I ain’t Gigga for nothing, tell m fishing for money
Gotta bumblebee building, me and my crew, that’s some hundreds
Took the truck to Bahamas, pick the plug up from London
I be sellin so many fishes, call me Offset Benny Hanna
And the 9 is my ratchet, trappin and stampin on matress
Singing Tony Braxtin, and they all wet like napkins
Biggest bitches, I’m cravin, got that dope, so come taste it
No, my swag is not basic, pull up with a strap, no laces

Nicki Minaj – Coco Chanel lyrics

[Intro: Foxy Brown, Nicki Minaj & JBeatzzz]
Whole lotta gang shit
Beatz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, ayo Chun
We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let’s go!

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, if I’m in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it
If I tell ’em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon’ put the whack on it
She got the Nicki bundles, word to Stack on it
That’s word to Brooknam, that’s word to Bucktown
That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on ’em, I spray sheen on ’em
That’s word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on ’em
I’m mad Queens on ’em, with mad schemes on ’em
I never scale back, the triple beams on ’em
My ice gleams on ’em, Wu-Tang creams on ’em
I pull up on the block bumpin’ Biggie “Dreams” on ’em
A nigga greased on ’em, but I freezed on ’em
I light breezed on ’em, I might breeze on ’em
Might do it like it’s Christmas and light trees on ’em
I see the copycats bitin’ my steez on ’em

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That’s my word to Big, I’ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I’ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty that
Puss dem I chat bout, back like I never left
Went down when I come ’round, all y’all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y’all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco ‘pon my foot dem, C’s pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem [?]
[?]
The bloodclaat [?]
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
[?] clip [?]
Gun slingers, let me see y’all gun fingers
Y’all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki’s, little Inga [?]

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
He got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Foxy plus one, it’s me young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I’m done
So tell ’em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don’t make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell’ em fi recognize
Unuh dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don’t miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I’m physically fine
Who she? It’s like we know she dyin’
Bitch ain’t see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on ’em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin’ it a hundred, that’s a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Tory Lanez – Can Lyrics

[Intro{ Tory Lanez]
And all my New York girls
Oh, and all my Latina girls
Yeah, yeah to my LA girls
Girls around the world

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Only call when you want somethin’
Sexy lady, [??] fuck for me like you on somethin’
Willy tops [??] boo boo like Nundada
Cock it up so back it down, buy me a [??] (hmm)

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
She a beg for this when in advance we just saw one bodmans dances
I need it like weed and herb, oh
See she movin’, she groovin’, ooh I like her stance
Just me and her like meanies, oh girl

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Singers and martyrs
Broke it down wine and you fling it to pada
Broke down wine and you bring it to pada
Bring it to father
Deal with the martyrs

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)

Robin Thicke – Blurred Lines (feat. T.I. & Pharrell) lyrics

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Intro:]
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Robin Thicke Verse 1:]
If you can’t hear what I’m trying to say
If you can’t read from the same page
Maybe I’m going deaf
Maybe I’m going blind
Maybe I’m out of my mind

[Robin Thicke Bridge:]
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don’t need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a

[Robin Thicke Hook:]
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Robin Thicke Verse 2:]
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky, you wanna hug me
What rhymes with hug me
Hey!

[Bridge:]
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don’t need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a

[Robin Thicke Hook:]
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[T.I. Verse 3:]
Hustle Gang Homie
One thing I ask of you
Lemme be the one you back that ass up to
From Malibu to Paris boo
Had a bitch, but she ain’t bad as you
So, hit me up when you pass through
I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on ’em even when you dress casual
I mean, it’s almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by
Nothin’ like your last guy, he too square for you
He don’t smack that ass and pull your hair like that
So I’m just watching and waitin’
For you to salute the true big pimpin’
Not many women can refuse this pimping
I’m a nice guy, but don’t get confused, this pimpin’

[Robin Thicke Breakdown:]
Shake your rump
Get down, get up-a
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you don’t like work
Hey!

[Robin Thicke Verse 4:]
Baby, can you breathe
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur
No more pretending
Cause now you’re winning
Here’s our beginning
I always wanted a

[Robin Thicke Hook:]
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Bridge:]
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Outro:]
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Sean Paul & David Guetta – Mad Love (feat. Becky G)

[Intro: Becky G]
Jiggle up yuh body
Jiggle up yuh sinting

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love

[Verse 1: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Baby girl cau’ me lovin’ how your body fat
Gimme some a dat
Lovin’ how your booty pop when the beat drop
Come in my baby when you do it is a wrap
Love the energy when you fling it up back
Steppin’ in gyal you pepparin’, you ever look hot
Epic win gyal, you know say you never yet flop
I know I see weh mi wah fi attack
Mi eye deh ‘pon she, precise and exact

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you going so hard? (Do it, girl)
Boy, I’m tryna to be good but you’re making me be so bad
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)

[Verse 2: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Spin like a propeller you a da in ting
Spin my girl, cau’ you know how to swing
Jiggle up your body, Jiggle up di sinting
Unquestionable you a run the sinting
Stepping in, ’bout to get it but you ever look hot
I’m the queen, boy, you know that you never yet flop
Are yoy ready fi a night of loving wid the stamina king?
Mi hear you body callin’

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo, woo, woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you makin’ it so hard?
Ain’t it good enough for you
You ready break down my guard (Bing, bing, bing)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (Let go)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Woop, woop, woop, woop)

Sean Paul & David Guetta – Mad Love Lyrics Ft. Becky G

Sean Paul & David Guetta – Mad Love Lyrics Ft. Becky G

[Intro: Becky G]
Jiggle up your body
Jiggle up your swing, swing

[Pre-Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (how you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Puco, puco, muy, muy lento (sing)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (woop woop woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love

[Verse 1: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Baby girl, got me lovin’ on your body fat, give me some of that
Rubbin’ on your booty fat, wanna beat ya up
Me and my baby, when you [?] to the rap
Love the energy when you feel it [?]
In gyal, you preparin’, you ever look hot
You the queen gyal, ya know so you never get flopped
I know I see when me walk fi ya spot
Eyes upon cheeck, precise and exact

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[Pre-Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Good Lord, girl, you going too hard (woo)
Gyal ya light up the place when I’m spreadin’ the two apart (oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good Lord, why you going so hard? (Do it, girl)
Boy, I’m tryna make up but you’re making me feel so bad (bidi bang bang bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (how you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Puco, puco, muy, muy lento (sing)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (woop woop woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (bidi bang)
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo (woop woop woop)
Love me, give me some mad love (bidi bang bang bang)

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[Verse 2: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Been there preparin’, your body insane
Still my gyal so you no how to swing
Jiggle up your body, jiggle up and swing, swing
And gyal say never, you a relentless thing
Stepping in, ’bout to get it but you ever look hot
I’m the queen, boy, you know that you never get flopped
Are you ready fi a night of loving?
With the stamina king, hear your body calling

[Pre-Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Good Lord, girl, you going too hard (woo)
Gyal ya light up the place when I’m spreadin’ the two apart (oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good Lord, why you going so hard? (Do it, girl)
Boy, I’m tryna make up but you’re making me feel so bad (bidi bang bang bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (how you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Puco, puco, muy, muy lento (blaze it)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (woop woop woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

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[Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (bidi bang bang bang)
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo (woop woop woop)
Love me, give me some mad love

Chi Ching Ching Ft. Hanging – Rope Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Oh my God he’s ropin’
That’s dope
Chi Ching Ching teaching ropin’
Ropin’ in the open
Rope dem in, rope them up
Rope far from gravel
Back inna stable
It’s a burning fable
It’s not the end of the road
Nor the end of the world

(Chorus)
It’s the end of the rope, mek me teach yuh how to rope
Rope, Mek mi teach yuh how to rope
Rope, Mek mi teach yuh how to rope
Gyal them see di rope and deh say that’s the hope
Rope, Mek mi teach yuh how to rope
Rope, Mek mi teach yuh how to rope
Rope, Mek mi teach yuh how to rope
Whole street a rope and that’s no joke

(Verse 2)
The whole place a rope now
Stwing yuh han’ over yuh head hold yuh hip now
Dem a duh it, like say dem dip now
Jus watch how the rope ago hit now
Ropin’ in the open
Rope dem from country
rope dem from town
Mr. Wakki invent it and mi take it roun’ di town
Everybody waan buy rope by the poun’
Oh My God he’s ropin’

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Mi see Canada a rope to (rope up)
England a rope to (rope in)
Germany dem a rope to (rope up, rope up)
Slovakia a rope to (a di end ah the rope)
Mi see Famous a rope to (everybody do it)
Sweden a rope to (chi Ching)
Jamaica a rope to (bup bup)
Now Japan

(Chorus)

(Oustro)
rope, rope, rope, rope up
Everybody safe cause wi deh a di end of the rope
It’s not the end of the world
Rope
yow, Sean Paul
Dutty Rock promotion
yow
Mr. Sean
Rope dem
Chi Ching

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Shenseea Eyes Pop Music Plans To Expand Her Brand

Shenseea eyes a career as an international pop star.

Jamaica produced the most music per capita in the world and dancehall is currently expanding into markets globally like never before. In fact, some of the biggest hip hop and pop songs of the last two years are of dancehall origins, so when Shenseea says she wants to expand her brand into pop, she may be on to something. The young dancehall hitmaker has been seeing a steady climb in her career under the stewardship of Romiech but she is far from complacent.

“By next year I want to be international, and when I say that, I don’t mean just as a dancehall artiste, but an international pop star who incorporates the dancehall culture and my accent while majoring in pop music, because that is my first love,” Shenseea said.

Rihanna started her career as a reggae-pop artist before broadening her career as a full-fledged pop artist and today she is one of the biggest pop stars in history and one of the most influential women in music and fashion currently. Nicki Minaj also injects a bit of patois in some of her music from time to time.

Shenseea is currently getting ready to release her first pop single “Love I Got For U.” The track was produced by Miami-based producers Unified Pacific Entertainment and she recently shot the video with director Jason ‘Jay Will’ Williams. “So for me, actually going in that direction I think I will have a great impact as well. And this whole production is a step towards it … (the) video is loud on a different level,” the “Loodi” deejay said.

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Sting and Shaggy Teams Up On “Don’t Make Me Wait”

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“2nd day back in [Jamaica],” Kingston wrote on Instagram in the caption of a photo of himself and Sikka Rymes who is a close friend of Kartel. “Just went to pay the Wurlboss [Vybz Kartel] another visit… di teacher is in goodfaith with a lot of great plans for #2018 Big up di link @sikka_rymes for the invitation.”

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This is the second visit Sean Kingston made to Vybz Kartel in prison this year following his first visit in March. The two also collaborated a single “Chance” which has been getting plenty airplay locally and overseas. Since returning to Jamaica, the “Beautiful Girl” singer has bought a new mansion and a new fleet of luxury cars. He also signed Kartel’s protege, Tommy Lee Sparta, to his Time Is Money Entertainment. The two are currently working on their albums due early next year.

2nd day back in ??…Just went to pay the Wurlboss @vybzkartel another visit… di teacher is in goodfaith with a lot of great plans for #2018 Big up di link @sikka_rymes for the invitation!! @theoprince53 #Gaza #vybzkartel

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Vybz Kartel Hit Single “Mhm Hm” Has Its Own Mobile Game

Vybz Kartel hit song “Mhm Hm” is showing no signs of slowing down.

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