All the bad bitches boo when you rapI can teach you how to pull em like a tutor in factI got one in the front and two in the backAnd the bitches keep screaming Odd Future is backWolf with a T-Rex cock less talkWhile I invest stock in wet rockSmoke with all the big bitches bumping BedrockSub in the trunk thumping up against the dead copsAnd pop it like I tossed a match in the engineAnd go harder than a fucking crack interventionClown of the class and the last to attend itBig Earl make you fags stand at attentionOdd Future Im your motherfucking generalCatch em where them slap slash stab bitch ass niggas goGirl you aint even gotta ask cause you finna knowWhy this Playboy so sticky in this centerfoldSticky what my niggas blow icky Earl finish foesHit em low riddle them with Chronicles of Riddick bowsChronic in the spliff to the dome got my system slowSo Im walking out ask them niggas what they sprinting foAll the bad bitches boo when you rapI can teach you how to pull em like a tutor in factI got one in the front and two in the backAnd the bitches keep screaming Odd Future is backBlack Ted Bundy sick as John GacyChilling with a possible victim she was 18A hitchhiker hippie whore met her at the liquor storeShe frequented to help support the habit picked up in the fourthGrade A piece of ass so I plan on screwing itSlipped of a couple Rufilin inside the bitchs juice and ginNext thing you know were on Earls burgundy carpetShes kicking and screaming begging for me to fucking stop itLook you know its not rape if you like it bitchSo sit down like a pretty ho and dont fight the shitOr else Ill have to tie a pretty bow round your bloody neckHide the slices from the gashes given with a dull GilletteMop the blood up put the body in the apartmentStash her where we hide the marijuana and the condomsHey whats that? Dont touch it or even fucking lookYou are Fantasia and the body bags a fucking bookAll the bad bitches boo when you rapI can teach you how to pull em like a tutor in factI got one in the front and two in the backAnd the bitches keep screaming Odd Future is backYo Vince let me tell you bout these hoes I met last nightThey thought I was cute til I asked what that ass likeDamn right red light ran right through itYou dont even have your permit what the f*ck are you doing?Maybe if you shut the f*ck up wed be cruisingAnd you wouldnt be sitting boohooing bout your bruisesBut no you wanna be Miss F*ck-with-the-MusicIm zoning on Relapse shes sliding on BlueprintThree seconds it takes for her to turn blueWith my hands around her throat her arms stopped movingPulse stops too in the back look confusedAs I turn to tell them both not to do shit stupidRed white blue lights in the rear-view shitSwerved to the shoulder tell them both no movingSit down in the back cause the windows tintedAs I rolled down mine to forge a new friendshipArent you a little too young to be driving?Look Officer Im just tryna get homeGet out the fucking car with your license and registrationI aint getting outta shit youre starting to try my patienceDidnt have backup I could tell by the HummingbikeReached to the glove grabbed the motherfucking hunting knifeStabbed him in his neck and hip threw him in the trunk and dippedBack to the fucking crib for some tea and crumpets shitAll the bad bitches boo when you rapI can teach you how to pull ‘em like a tutor in factA dead one in the front dead cop in the backAnd two live bitches screaming Odd Future is back

Lil Fade trippin get ya whip sprayed (yeah uh-huh)Choppa where my bitch stay (air it out)Shoot shit pocket fulla blue strips (yeah blue strips)Blow it and Im still paid (dead homies yeah)Act out lucky if you packed out (yeah)Really what I rap bout (lets go)Find out know the city mine now (yeah mine now)Get some other shit to lie bout (weird-ass niggas)So whats up with it? Tell me if its up bitch (up)Best stay with it know I cant play with itSo whats up with it? Tell if me its up bitch (up)Cant come with it then I cant f*ck with itSo whats up with it? Tell me if its up bitch (up)Northside with it so of course Im with itSo whats up with it? Tell me if its up bitch (up)Cant be fucked with (nah)Wall calls homies on the four yard (yeah four yard)Running up the scorecardDeath threats I aint lose a step yet (so what?)Still hangin like a Warhol (Warhol)War time I was in the backseat (yeah backseat)I was on the frontlines (frontlines)Smoke cuz he was poppin hot shit (yeah smoke cuz)Now he on a Pro Club (f*ck cuz)So whats up with it? Tell me if its up bitch (up)Best stay with it know I cant play with itSo whats up with it? Tell if me its up bitch (up)Cant come with it then I cant f*ck with itSo whats up with it? Tell me if its up bitch (up)Northside with it so of course Im with itSo whats up with it? Tell me if its up bitch (up yeah)Cant be fucked with (nah)You feel me Northside? 65th StreetFree Pac Slimm free GenoFree B. Skrap free Rio (up)Free Young Young Fade gon be out by the time this dropFree Small HandsFree Big YonFree H.D. (up)Man free all the homies yall know what it is

I was wondering why youve been acting weird latelyCan you please pick up your phone?I dont know I dont know why youre not answeringI know you wont talk to me or anythingBut just think about thisTheres only one girl for meCome on baby you know itTheres only one girl for meCome on baby you know itTheres only one girl for me one girl for meTheres only one girl for me one girl for meJust give me one last chance I promise that I wont blow itTime and time again I said I would leave you aloneStop picking up on the phoneKnock knock on my door no ones homeIf you want me to be yours you got to make it knownImma make you work for it like youre on commissionWant to take me out you better ask permissionTell them other bitches just to mind their businessI aint no competitionTheres only one girl for meCome on baby you know itTheres only one girl for meCome on baby you know it (Youre the only one for me)Theres only one girl for me one girl for meTheres only one girl for me one girl for meJust give me one last chance I promise that I wont blow it(Please) dont take it personal but I dont want to hear itYes your words are pretty the deliverys coherentBut talk is cheap and see Ive got expensive tasteBetter hope that I dont catch you lying to my faceActions speak louder than wordsGo and show me what Ive heardIf you dont know youre gonna learnJust what I deserveTheres only one girl for meCome on baby you know itTheres only one girl for meCome on baby you know it (Youre the only one for me)Theres only one girl for me one girl for meTheres only one girl for me one girl for meJust give me one last chance I promise that I wont blow itIm not that jaded baby lately Im just misunderstoodStood by your window til the morning rose morning wood goodHad been forever if I didnt do whatever it wasThat broke the straw on top the camels back get over the humpIts what I tell myself to tell you but Im pressing my luckDont mean to press your buttonsShouldnt have unbuttoned the jeansId make it worse if I admit it didnt mean anythingOr maybe its just a dreamBut let me tell you one thingTheres only one girl for meCome on baby you know itTheres only one girl for meCome on baby you know it (youre the only one for me)Theres only one girl for me one girl for meTheres only one girl for me one girl for meJust give me one last chance I promise that I wont blow it (yeah you best not blow your chance)Alright baby I dont know what you think I was doingBut whos going to treat you better than me?Lets just be honest hereI heard you talking to somebodyBut shit whats really going on?But anyway just give me a chanceI just want to come back to you

Soon as I catch the vibe tell em to fetch the hearseShorty I’m pressin lines lifting the Lauren shirtTell her to bless the girth if she with itI’m in that kitchen wrist water whippinSike nigga I don’t do thatNiggas get blue blacked and blown awayWessons making Mexicans wetbacks like oraleOkay I’m on to somethingMomma shouldve told you it’d be days like thisIt’s just a tale from the cripI’m on my séance shit I’m tryna make a million dollarsKeep it hood while crossing over on some A.I. shitI need a foreign baby momma to match a nigga model whipRamona Park made me from scratchA lot of lotto picks lost in this game called rapI be the underdogBullet hit his forehead it exit out his under armAin’t nobody bigger than my hood my nigga f*ck a bossBaby momma killer you offended and I f*ck her rawStretchy doin federal time for bustin at the lawAnd he gonna be a neighbor of mine you played me for a pawnShorty I be swimmin with sharks your posse full of prawnsPistols rip his body apart now he afraid of dark alleywaysNiggas better listen to what the pastor sayIts golf on that bitch its golf on that ball capI guzzle the tall boy Jehovah ain’t call backAnd ya’ll still debating over Earl musicTroops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazyPeanut butter to paisley walking down the streetIn the different color McGradys that first grader was meNow my fist full of splifs and an old baker receiptsBitches grip the stick and jerky like cold shanks of the beef dryI’m taking purses like they chances in the eveningPick your pants up boy you dancing with a demonOn my momma I been limiting my featuresFilling swishers up with reeferBitch its difficult to beat him like a soft dickGolf clique deep and we dont hit the streets passiveThat nigga Sweaty got the gas and Shreddy k brought the matchesPut your body down in water like a Lipton tea bag isSwitch to different fucking whip to let them piggies speed passed emIts the rats try and get the cheeseWhat it do? Rap like Im mincing meatCall me Lou if Im on a track niggas skip to meNiggas want to fade me bitches feel some type of way for me50s in my pocket falling out like fucking baby teethVince be with the rocket he gone pop it when it’s danger roundFinger tips to tapers now salute us when you face usGive a f*ck about the moves all these loser niggas making now

North Division tryin to stop my blacknessIm watchin for them badges when out in trafficThem 9-11s been a tad bit franticIf lights start flashin please dont panicThe DEA givin out gang enhancementsCan barely even hang to build a case off camerasCCAT trackin criminal patternsTrickin niggas into takin strikes to get out fasterFreedom bribery nigga cause we hardly acquitSocial media that leave the flash photography snitchinBlame geography nigga for the pride in these niggasTake you when they fingerprint you now you part of the systemThis was all apart of Huey P. and Bobby predictionMakin profit off of violence they arousin attentionLeaders risin lead to twenty-five to life in the prisonBetter watch it cause I know they got a spot for you niggaYeah put your hands in the airPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airNigga freeze put your hands in the airYeah put your hands in the airPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airNigga freeze put your hands in the airDeangelo Lopez and Tyler WoodsJust a couple they gunned down around the hoodI guess the pigs split wigs for the greater goodCause I aint seen them lock a swine up yetAt the most they reassign em to prevent protestJust your color is enough to get you under arrestStrong hand to the law got me feelin oppressedIf you flippin kill a fifty then you get in a chairPayin taxes for some fuckin clowns to ride aroundWhoopin niggas asses scared to man upHandcuffs givin niggas gashes on the wristI used to lift my fist to fight the power withOlder homie told me in his day the pigs was plantin bricksIn the trunks of niggas Chevrolets them traffic stops and shitRaidin homes without a warrantShoot him first without a warningAnd they expect respect and non-violenceI refuse the right to be silentYeah put your hands in the airPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airNigga freeze put your hands in the airYeah put your hands in the airPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airNigga freeze put your hands in the airLBPD no they aint bout shitLAPD no they aint bout shitLASD no they aint bout shitRidin round these streets givin out full clipsLBPD no they aint bout shitLAPD no they aint bout shitLASD no they aint bout shitRidin round these streets givin out full clipsYeah put your hands in the airPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airNigga freeze put your hands in the airYeah put your hands in the airPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airNigga freeze put your hands in the air

Run the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands heyRun the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands hey (I need my Ms)Run the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands heyRun the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands hey (I need my Ms)I dont have to say it more than onceRun the bands run the bands heyI always been famous where Im fromRun the bands run the bands heyStarted from the bottom of the slumsRun the bands run the bands heyJesse Owens while Im on this runRun the bands run the bands heyIm not the one (Dont slip)Im not the one on CripIm the man Im the manMy girl is the real Roxanne (Roxanne)My work speak for itselfMy trophies on my shelf okayMy homies level four okayYou folded in the war okayYou told on your day one okayNext door they never come no wayIm on it shut it CaliforniaRun it if you want itCar so big its hauntedCar so big its TonganHouse so big need Kanye lipoNikes Off-White like half-time MichaelHim no play him Bateman psychoRun the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands heyRun the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands hey (I need my Ms)Run the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands heyRun the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands hey (I need my Ms)I dont have to say it more than onceRun the bands run the bands heyI always been famous where Im fromRun the bands run the bands heyStarted from the bottom of the slumsRun the bands run the bands heyJesse Owens while Im on this run(Ay you better tell that bitch to stop mothafuckin playin)Run the bands run the bands heyDont slip Im gonna find you (Spot you)Slide through might paralyze you (Got you)Dont run Im gonna chase you (Chase you)Point blank thats how the Yanks do (Yeah)Brand new shrink had a breakthroughBrand new mink for the great room (Yeah)Dont bring knives to the gunfightWe bring knives to the day roomNorth side right by the Popeyes popped outRan from the cops but the cops get shot nowWe dont do no Axel FoleysFind me if you askin for meWe went to his InstagramHe said that he had the 40Found him then shit hit the fanNow he actin pastor (Yahweh)Run the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands heyRun the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands hey (I need my Ms)Run the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands heyRun the bands run the bandsRun the bands run the bands hey (I need my Ms)I dont have to say it more than onceRun the bands run the bands heyI always been famous where Im fromRun the bands run the bands heyStarted from the bottom of the slumsRun the bands run the bands heyJesse Owens while Im on this run(Ay you better tell that bitch to stop mothafuckin playin)Run the bands run the bands heyIm not the one (Dont slip)Im not the one on Crp

Yeah yeah yeah citch (Norf)Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Norf Norf)Ay ay wheres JID? (Norf yeah)Ay ay this the Dream this the Dreamville right?Up up awayShe love the way I run the playTo run the baseIm up Im paidThe funds I make can break the bank (facts)I break ya face (facts)I bleed the block you tweak get shotI bleed the block you tweak get shotI bleed the block (uhh) You tweak get shot (finna get high finna get)I bleed the block (uh look)You tweak get shot (oh shit)I squeeze then I leaveBet a mothafucka die before meI know my rights but Id be wrong If I dont ride with the heat (yeah yeah)Since you left I aint been rightSo I got the rifle on me (damn)I dont need niggas fightin for me (nah)Get a nigga nose wiped for me (no) spitefullyA opp got popped (whoa)Diddy-da (diddy-da) ha-haLeft on read dot-dot-dot doom-doom-doomKnock-knock at the door nigga whats new?Lil nigga with the broom finna brush youLine a nigga up fade cut youCut it out you cant knock the hustleCause when I bust Im JaMarcus RussellNo Ryan Leaf damn livin hard babyDyin easy as dinosaurs Mayan prophecies (Nah)Michelangelo (yeah) Maya AngelouNow Im ramblin (oh my God)Take ya panties off and make a man of me (yeah yeah)Thick and juicy booty like a manatee (whoa)Man gun in my pantsRun up and Ima defend (Ima Ima)Sayin You with your mans?Up up awayShe love the way I run the playTo run the baseIm up Im paidThe funds I make can break the bank (facts)I break ya face (facts)I bleed the block you tweak get shotI bleed the block you tweak get shotI bleed the block you tweak get shot I bleed the block you tweak get shot (ay ay)Pay me run on ATLI got Picassos in my crib (uh-huh)I up and squeeze no three AGs (yeah)I keep El Chapos in my crib (uh-huh)No Toronto I got six (uh-uh)Big revolvers like Im Clint (uh-huh)Dirty Harry even granny keep it on herTyler Perry Halle BerryI might crash in the pussy for real (for real for real)Know they got to blow a bag When they book me for real (for real for real)Aint nobody bigger than a body Tookie got killedEven Raymond got killed so I stay with conceal (boom)Just made a order for a lawyer bronem facin appeal (uh-huh)My guys a real upstandin brother on occasion he kills (uh-huh)We not actin we dont need no activation for kills (uh-huh)Ill cut your onion crush your muffin (yeah yeah)Im a gangsta like Grillz (Norf)I got a lightbulb over my headGot a plot that Im about to manifestThey should document a nigga followinA nigga hypnotizin like Im Simon SaysAmerican Terrorist home bredPull up pop-pop-pop-pop everybody deadPlayin Boyz II Men to your thoughts and prayersYou dont even care you dont believe in GodYou got a Caesar cut you aint even oddI used to be the plug now Im superchargedCowabunga Cucamonga Cracka KillaNo days off cant do my job1234 or I catch the clockOn God crack my ribs tear my heartRun the spades hit the club pull your cardOn the wave rock the boat AmistadHoppin out the hotbox now they outta pocketFeel like Pac what you cant get I been unlockinIf you aint shit you end up shotLove your bitch but all that pillow-talkin How you end up caught shut yo mouthSayin what you saw thats a fatal flawUp up awayShe love the way I run the playTo run the baseIm up Im paidThe funds I make can break the bank (facts)I break ya face (facts)I bleed the block you tweak get shotI bleed the block you tweak get shotI bleed the block you tweak get shot I bleed the block you tweak get shot

Way up way upWay up way upSame old thingWatch me do the same old thingIf I wrote your ass a love song Could I make it bang? If I pull up with my guns wrongRun I make it bangHomie tell me where you come from tell me what you bangAint a damn thing funny but we laughing to the bankNever blow a dough change rather blow my fucking brainDecorator came from SpainBlow the budget on an accent doorWhat that accent bout?Southern California living daddy in and out of prisonAint no father to my style Im the ODBOr the OPB when I go OTAll the shows sold out and the hoes show outTryna be a baby mama tryna break a player pocketsThats a no noThis day forward I aint taking photosThen we wear our old clothes we aint giving promo no moJust the same old thing (way up way up)Watch me do the same old thingDo the same old thing do the same old thing (way up way up)Watch me do the same old thing just the same old sameSame thing (way up way up way up way up)Same old sameSame thing (way up way up)Chain big chain aint shit changed same old thingWin the race or fix your face your woman on my dinner plateIm coming for that last supper sinner seat Ive been a GI drive across the inner stateWe cracked and launched the murder rateThey know who did the killing but they didnt seeOn the verse theres a price on the show theres a feeWe dont do no barber shopping we dont show no empathyEmpty out your pockets ten thousand fee for that talkingI gotta take this extra fiveNo doubt about it we the best aliveNo testifying we silentNever told them our partnersMy partner and em got bodiesIm tryna put em in robbersThey used to put us in G rides so now I put em in collegePut em on with this business then put em on with your mamaJust the same old thing (way up way up)Watch me do the same old thingDo the same old thing do the same old thing (way up way up)Watch me do the same old thing just the same old sameSame thing (way up way up way up way up)Same old sameSame thing (way up way up)Chain big chain aint shit changed same old thingWay up way upWay up way upWay up way upWay up way up

Whats up nigga?Why you so depressed and sad all the time like a little bitch?Whats the problem man?Niggas want to hear you rapDont nobody care about how you feel we want raps niggaGrandmas passingBut Im too busy tryna get this fuckin album cracking to see herSo I apologize in advance if anything should happenAnd my priorities fucked up I know it Im afraid Im going to blow itAnd when them expectations raising because daddy was a poet right?Talk all you want Im taking no adviceNigga Im bout to relish in this anguishAnd Im stressing over payment so dont tell me that I made itOnly relatively famous in the midst of a tornadoMisfitted Im Clark Gable Im not stable abrasive as f*ckAnd they all pay me Im chuckling cross-faded in publicHeart racing til blunt is lit like He dont give a f*ck again right?Hey Thebe nigga whats up nigga?I heard you back I need them raps niggaI need the verse I dont care about what you going throughOr what you gotta do nigga I need bars sixteen of emI dont f*ck with too much of yalls shitJudging by the pants and the mall gripGully in the vans with the dark tintsIm a start-shit type nigga night life livingRiding in the Jeep Imma side-swipe niggasWhats your life like? Thats aight niggaHammer in the left ready when the price isntRight got the whip and I aint got the license for itAnd Jill got me living like my life is goldenSitting on the sofa feeling high and dormantIf we could smoke another while the mic records itThe nicest doin it what the f*ck you staring at?Acting like youve never seen a tooth thats carat-cappedBars hotter than the blocks where we be atStuntin these niggas gon flop like DivacSee that nigga? And for the time beingImma be that nigga believe that niggaYou see that nigga? And for the time beingImma be that nigga believe that nigga

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New York New YorkBright lights in dark skiesIf I die todayWould you even know I existed?Would you see my face?How I love you soYou are so far awayYoure in my skin above my brainIf I should pass awayNew York New YorkBright lights in dark skiesIf I die todayWould you even know I existed?Would you see my face?How I love you soYou are so far awayYoure in my skin above my brainIf I should pass away

Lyricist- Lindsey Buckingham

Artist- Lindsey Buckingham

Album- Under the Skin

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In the late of the evening With the cold in my eyes I'm a madman out on a bad man route Looking for paradise She says slow down baby slow down Now Come 'round and get me I'll show you Show you show you how When the play is unoriginal And the cast scrapes and bows And the only way you can seize the ...

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