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How to Get Red Rocks Refunds for Events Impacted by Coronavirus

Red Rocks is giving fans a much needed update on the ongoing coronavirus (COVID-19) situation and the shows affected.

This summer, Above & Beyond, Chromeo & Madeon, Kraftwerk, Galantis & 3LAU and so many more were set to take the stage. Some shows are postponed due to the outbreak and, unfortunately, some are flat out canceled.

Red Rocks explains its refund policy in the new update:

If your event is cancelled and you purchased via credit card, you will automatically receive a refund, usually within 30 business days of the cancellation announcement. If your event has been rescheduled and you purchased tickets via credit card, you will be able to manage your tickets and request a refund from your AXS ticketing account for 30 days after the new date is announced. 

Go here to sign in to your AXS account or use the Red Rocks or AXS app to manage your tickets.

Read the full COVID-19 update from Red Rocks here.

Red Rocks Events Impacted by Coronavirus (COVID-19)

4/16/20 Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa, & Cypress Hill — Cancelled
4/17/20 Ganja White Night — Rescheduled to 11/6/20
4/18/20 Ganja White Night — Rescheduled to 11/7/20
4/19/20 Ganja White Night — Rescheduled to 11/8/20
4/20/20 Ice Cube / Method Man & Red Man / Action Bronson — Postponed
4/24/20 Galantis and 3Lau — Postponed
4/25/20 Lotus — Cancelled
4/27/20 Five Finger Death Punch — Rescheduled to 10/14/20
5/1/20 Trevor Hall / Citizen Cope — Rescheduled to 10/11/20
5/2/20 Sublime With Rome — Postponed
5/5/20 King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard — Rescheduled to 10/12/20
5/6/20 King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard — Rescheduled to 10/13/20
5/7/20 Hippie Sabotage — Rescheduled to 10/15/20
5/8/20 Brantley Gilbert — Postponed
5/9/20 Brantley Gilbert — Postponed
5/10/20 Die Antwoord — Postponed
5/11/20 The 1975 — Cancelled
5/13/20 Russ — Rescheduled to 5/11/21
5/16/20 Global Dub Festival — Rescheduled to 10/25/20
5/17/20 In This Moment & Black Veil Brides — Postponed
5/18/20 Hillsong — Rescheduled & relocated to Fiddler’s Green Amphitheatre on 8/21/20
5/19/20 Kevin Gates — Cancelled
5/21/20 Quinn XCII — Cancelled
5/22/20 The Motet — Cancelled
5/23/20 The Devil Makes Three & Punch Brothers — Cancelled
5/25/20 Jai Wolf — Cancelled
5/28/20 Opiuo & Clozee — Rescheduled to 10/20/20
5/29/20 Chromeo & Madeon — Cancelled
6/3 & 6/4/20 Lord Huron — Rescheduled to 6/2 & 6/3/21
6/5/20 Joe Russo’s Almost Dead — Rescheduled to 6/4/21
6/6/20 Michael Franti & Spearhead — Rescheduled to 6/5/21
6/7/20 Stick Figure — Postponed
6/8 – 6/10/20 Flume — Postponed
6/11/20 Brit Floyd — Rescheduled to 6/10/21
6/12/20 The Revivalists — Rescheduled to 6/11/21
6/13/20 Big Head Todd & the Monsters — Rescheduled to 6/12/21
6/16 & 6/17 Glass Animals — Rescheduled to 6/15 & 6/16/21
6/18/20 Chicago — Rescheduled to 6/17/21
6/19 – 6/21/20 Umphrey’s McGee — Cancelled
6/23/20 Barenaked Ladies — Rescheduled to 6/22/21
6/24/20 Andrew Bird, Calexico, Iron & Wine — Rescheduled to 6/23/21
6/29/20 Kraftwerk 3D — Cancelled
7/1/20 Above & Beyond — Cancelled
7/2 & 7/3/20 Zeds Dead — Rescheduled 7/2 & 7/3/21
7/4/20 Blues Traveler — Cancelled
7/5/20 Dirty Heads — Rescheduled to 7/1/21
7/10 – 7/12/20 Avett Brothers — Rescheduled to 7/9 – 7/11/21
7/13 & 7/14/20 Rainbow Kitten Surprise — Rescheduled to 7/12 & 7/13/21
7/15/20 The Black Keys — Cancelled
7/16/20 Trampled by Turtles & Caamp — Rescheduled to 7/15/21
7/17 – 7/19/20 String Cheese Incident — Cancelled
7/21/20 Kaleo — Rescheduled to 7/19/21
7/22/20 Foreigner — Rescheduled to 7/22/21
7/23/20 David Gray — Postponed
7/24 & 7/25/20 STS9 — Rescheduled to 7/23 & 7/24/21
7/27 & 7/28/20 Halsey — Rescheduled to 7/26 & 7/27/21
7/29/20 Goo Goo Dolls — Postponed
7/31 & 8/1/20 Tedeschi Trucks — Rescheduled to 7/30 & 7/31/21
8/2/20 Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit — Rescheduled to 8/1/21
8/9 & 8/10/20 Joe Bonamassa — Rescheduled to 8/8 & 8/9/21
8/12 & 8/13/20 Rufus Du Sol — Rescheduled to 8/11 & 8/12/21
8/14/20 O.A.R. — Cancelled
8/15 & 8/16/20 Slightly Stoopid — Postponed
8/18/20 Lauv — Postponed
8/20/20 “1964” The Tribute — Rescheduled to 8/19/21
8/21/20 Big Wild — Rescheduled to 8/20/21
8/22 & 8/23/20 Reggae on the Rocks — Postponed
8/24/20 Steve Miller Band — Cancelled
8/27 & 8/28/20 Louis the Child — Rescheduled to 8/26 & 8/27/21
8/29/20 Atmosphere — Cancelled
8/30/20 Black Crowes — Postponed
9/7/20 Maren Morris — Rescheduled to 9/6/21
9/8 & 9/10/20 Jimmy Buffett — Rescheduled to 9/7 & 9/9/21
9/12/20 Brandi Carlile — Rescheduled to 9/11 & 9/12/21
9/24/20 Get the Led Out — Rescheduled to 9/23/21
9/27/20 Lake Street Dive — Recheduled to 9/26/21
10/6/20 Heilung — Rescheduled to 10/5/21
10/21/20 Bikini Kill — Cancelled

 

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Tiësto Announces New Album, “The London Sessions,” Out May 15

Today, Tiësto announced that his new album, The London Sessions, a unique collection of house tracks inspired by and recorded in London, is coming May 15th.

For the new album, Tiësto worked with the best and brightest in the London music scene, including: Becky Hill, KAMILLE, Mabel, Violet Skies, Rita Ora and more. The album also features superstar collaborations with Snoop Dogg on “On My California” and Post Malone on the worldwide hit “Jackie Chan.”

Of the new album, Tiësto says, “I have been really inspired by the music coming out of London and the scene there. London has always been a great place for me to discover new music and artists to get inspired by. Working with these incredible artists and making the music while in the great city of London was such an awesome experience and I am excited to show you the recorded momentum we had going through those weeks in London. All the ideas from the London sessions album started here in London at SARM Studios.”

Tiësto also dropped a new music video for “Nothing Really Matters” with Becky Hill. Using the universal language of dance, the video features people from all around the world doing a self-taped dance routine choreographed by esteemed choreographer Sherrie Silver.

Watch it below.

The London Sessions 
Track List
01. God Is A Dancer (with Mabel)
02. Nothing Really Matters (with Becky Hill)
03. Ride (with The Kid Daytona and ROE)
04. Ritual (with Rita Ora and Jonas Blue)
05. Jackie Chan (with Dzeko feat Post Malone and Preme)
06. Lifestyle (feat KAMILLE)
07. On My California (with Shaun Frank feat Snoop Dogg and Fontwell)
08. BLUE (feat Stevie Appleton)
09. Round & Round (feat GALXARA)
10. Lose You (feat ILIRA)
11. Over You (feat Becky Hill)
12. What’s ItGonna Be (feat KAMILLE)
13. Insomnia (feat Violet Skies)

 

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Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company (feat. Chris Brown & O.T. Genasis)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown)]
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherfucker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis]
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach nigga, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside nigga, stand on my toes
Cisco nigga, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any nigga say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg)]
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)

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Snoop Dogg – Neva Left

Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you ain’t what you used to be
I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don’t do it, do they?
So I’m doin’ it for y’all
Marco or bust, I’ma ruin it for y’all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
And get it crackin’ with the slapper, jacker
Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain’t me
Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can’t you see?
Rider, like the toners on my Chevrolet
West Coast, motherfucker, that’s the only way
Yeah homie, what you say?
Home of the woop, womp and gunplay
A lot of homies shoot the J
But most of ’em prefer to shoot the K
Yeah, that’s the good life
And where we come from, loc, that’s the hood life
Where your mama and daddy
Throw the set up out the moon while they swingin’ the caddy
That’s on the set, tats on they neck
Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck
I’m dazed and blazed, no confusin’, I’m choosin’
This how I was raised
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out
This Crips, nigga
That’s crazy, cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin’ on bikes with their canes with they flags on the end
C. Walton, Stacey Adams, five-oh-one
That shit was fascinating
The Miles Davis of gangbangin’ and crack slangin’
Drivin’ a fresh rock, run ’em with blocks in ’em
Fresh out the county, I’m boxin’ ’em
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, with knock in it
Now I’m rockin’ it, six-one blockin’ it
If y’all ridin’ by, my nigga, we cockin’ it
Poppin’ on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain’t no stoppin’ us
My recipe is treachery
The best in me, nigga, the West to be
A better place for the one of Ace
Put a nince millimeter in your fuckin’ face
And let you say your grace before you have a taste
Of reality, set in, yeah, it’s your fate
Now your homies at your funeral
Plottin’ on some get back
But you can’t get back ’cause nigga, you dated
Another sad gangsta story
And usually ones with the territory
No nuts, no glory
No pain, no gain
Life for a nigga growin’ up in the game
This slangin’ thangs
Drinkin’, sell a lil’ cocaine
Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it
Now everybody know me
They watchin’ the makings of a real OG
Yeah, they say if you watch somethin’ long enough, you’ll become it
You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery
That’s what I was told
A lot of niggas is imitatin’ this real gangsta shit
You ain’t cut from it
You dig?
Yeah, scarin’ all the white folk
While stayin’ on the right note
And you can quote me if you want to
Don’t say what you will do, nigga, what you gon’ do?
I’m live in the flesh
Caught him on Imperial left five in his chest
Survive in the west
It’s a everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam
And how you like me now?
Crip ’til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow
Yeah, it’s my chance to prance
I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my drink down, I’m tryna C walk, loc
See I’mma take off, break off
And make off with the cash
At the pad with, a thick lil’ bitch, she super bad
Gangsta, gangsta
Futuristics
Snoop Dogg
Forty-eight hunnid
C’s up, yeah
Shooters, shout out to my home boys
Harlem Thirty, yeah
Real shit
All my niggas on the East coast
Six-oh’s, Eight Tray, Hoovers
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
And the South side, ya dig?
Nutty Blocc
Santana
Oh, can’t forget them Long Beach niggas
East side the same
Rollin twenty Crips
19th Street
West side, you know what’s hap’nin’
Saten Day, West Coast
North side four corner block
Old hood, yeah
Crip shit

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A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Instrumental

A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Instrumental ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, French Montana, Dave East, A$AP Rocky & Busta Rhymes

 

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A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross

A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, French Montana, Dave East, A$AP Rocky & Busta Rhymes

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil’ mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
‘Fore we run up inside of that nigga’s lil’ condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we’re in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got (come on)
Don’t do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Y’all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I’m missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
“Cocaine Castle”, “Hood Pope” Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who’s that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I’m finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I’m the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah

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[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Blackin’ like I’m fresh out from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn’t ride an instrumental but they ridin’ dick
I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the “I” in his
His posse too clean, his diamonds like tip
His skin too clear, his bitch gon’ stare
So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie’s lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I’m going (woo)
Running, pitching like I’m bowling (woo)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I’m Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I’m more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters in college
I feel like a coach, I’m recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I’m ballin’ in blue like I’m hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don’t play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon’ pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I’m still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I’m mashin’

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[Verse 5: French Montana]
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga

[Verse 6: Rick Ross]
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I’ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz’s Angels
Never was a client, ’cause that boy ain’t buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder’s fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don’t speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I’ma turn the labels out

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp, young nigga that’s doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y’all niggas gon’ get merked
What the fuck is you talking ’bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon’ put in work
Bang on ya’ gang culture, out of this world
It’s all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don’t slip, think not, on the block where it’s hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on ’em
I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin’
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I’m from Long Beach

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[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
See I’m from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
See I’m from Long Beach
This that East Coast motherfucker
California motherfucker, see I’m from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
West Coast

A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, French Montana, Dave East, A$AP Rocky & Busta Rhymes

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Farruko – Krippy Kush (feat. Bad Bunny & Rvssian)

[Bad Bunny]
Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush

Jajaja
Yeh yeh yeh
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas de paper que pedí en eBay
En P.R. ya es legal yo firme la ley

Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren kush no quieren friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
2 phillies se queda bizca

Lo que tú estás haciendo yo lo hice primero
Bebé ese novio tuyo es medio culero
Yo ando por New York con un par de cuero
Y piles puestos pa’ to’ estos cabrones hacerles fiero

Yo tengo agricultores como Piculín
Los ojos rojos como el Chapulín
Hoy se me olvido beberme la Ritalin
Pero las 602 las baje con lean

Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush

[Farruko]
Farru’
Lo prendo y me pierdo en el humo
Y floto cada vez que fumo
Casuleando voy en la nave, nave
No corro por la de nadie, nadie
No confió en nadie, nadie
Porque aquí no se sabe, sabe
Quien es quien
Uoh

Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Traidor limpiar paquete next day in express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baje a la movie que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios acabo de comprar par de crepa sembrar

[Bad Bunny]
Mil de estos cabrones me quieren matar
La vida es una y la tengo que aprovechar
No sé si esto es un sueño o será real
Antes de irme pa’ otro mundo te quiero probar

Cuando muera yo no sé pa’ donde voy
Si pa’l cielo o pa’l infierno o me quedo donde estoy
Al carajo el mañana sólo pienso en hoy
No vo’ a cambiar así es que soy, yeh

[Farruko]
Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

[Bad Bunny]
Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush

[Outro]
Yeh yeh
Jeje
Bad Bunny baby bebé
Farru’
TrapxFicante
Jeje
Yeh yeh yeh
Alex Killer
(Alex Killer)
Hear This Music
Hear This
Trap Kingz bebé
Nosotros tenemos la corona del trap cabrones
Rvssian

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Bobby Valentino Gets Expose By Transgender In Viral Video

Bobby Valentino has some explaining to do after a video went viral showing him running out a room belonging to a transgender.

There have been rumors for years claiming that Bobby Valentino is dating a transgender, a claim he denied repeatedly. So it was a big surprise to most of his fans when a transgender escort posted a video online showing the R&B crooner hiding from her camera inside her apartment before running out leaving behind his keys and shoe.

You can hear the escort in the video saying that he didn’t pay her and that was the basis of her filming and exposing him online. Pretty much she is saying that she doesn’t give two sh*ts about who disapproves of her methods of getting her dough, because all she cares about is getting those coins and if she did then all would be well.

“Let me say this what I did to Bobby Valentino was on the basis he didn’t have any coin so to play with my money is to play with my life like ANY girl would do,” she said on Instagram. “Don’t expose but extort and get what’s rightfully yours either voluntarily or involuntarily. Idc who doesn’t respect my decision because my bank account will respect it the most.”

A couple celebrities have shared their reactions to the video like Snoop Dogg and Joe Budden on his show “Everyday Struggle.”

Transgender exposes #BobbyValentino since he refused to pay for sexual services… ??? #BobbyV

A post shared by Yacht Money TV (@yachtmoneytv) on Jul 30, 2017 at 12:08pm PDT

#bobbyvalentino I didn't wanna believe it bro… but joe telling me this like ur 8th time fam. It's all good. Don't gotta be ashamed no more.

A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akadmiks) on Jul 31, 2017 at 9:48am PDT

Transgender caught with Bobby Valentino speaks out! Link in bio if you missed it?? #fameolousexclusive

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Transition

Lyrics to ‘Transition’ by Snoop Dogg:

–Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.–
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

–Verse: Snoop Dogg–
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

–Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.–
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

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Chris Miles – Wake Up

[Intro]
So sick of playing these games, it’s
Impossible for me to ever ever be happy, yeah
And I’m so sick of doing the same shit
I just wanna sleep a tad bit, more
More, more, more

[Verse 1]
I don’t want to die
I’m in a elevator with Snoop Dogg and I just got a contact high
So everything better except the cheddar except when
I start to close my eyes, or did I already close my eyes
I don’t even know if I’m dreaming, I ain’t no genius
Got anxiety from my brain to my penis
Man I know that I’m sleeping
So why the hell am I stressed??
This is usually the way that I’m escaping the best?
It’s kinda like, kinda like…
Like a coping method
No prevention, I just want the pain to be less
Like, like

[Chorus]
Oh, you sleeping?
Wake up, wake up
You know that you are facing the death and by napping so quit the bullshit and wake up
This is not the way to resolve all your problems, you coward, just stop it and wake up
Either way you gon’ be hating your day so you might aswell stop and wake up

[Verse 2]
Imma stay asleep till I’m senior
Hop on all these fences where the grass is never greener
Got a girl on my mind named Christina
We netflix and chill when like no one can see us
So why would I wake up?
Got no reason
No five old, on my mind I’m cheesing
I do what I want till I’m not even breathing
I wake up on weekends like strictly for tweaking
I take off my week, this is made of my bitch
People would stalking, they oftenly switch
So I close off my mind, pay no mind to that shit, yeah, yeah
It is what it is
Either hit or you miss
See them flickin their wrists
I’m too busy with this
So be worried about that
Stuck in my mind, I’m checked
Let it ride, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Let it ride (skrt, skrt)
Let it ride
Let it ride (aye)

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Snoop Dogg – Promise You This

[Intro]
Say man that nigga promised me a record deal man
That nigga promised me he was gon’ come over man and do some things with me man
That nigga Snoop Dogg promised me, man the nigga promised a whole lotta stuff man
But he didn’t come through man
Look nigga, I’ma promise you this

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Verse 1]
Nigga had to walk ’bout four days
These niggas actin’ like hoes nowadays
When I was young I used to hustle for my own shit
A 20 nigga slanging with them insane crips
I made my way out they call me Snoop Eastwood
Didn’t forget where I came from, went back to the hood
Signed niggas, gave jobs and I made bail
And kept a lot of motherfuckers from goin’ back to jail
Retail, [?] OG’s won’t tell
Oh yeah they will, oh yeah they will
But I paid no mind I get back on my grind
I had a football dream to have a football league and I did that

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Verse 2]
Niggas said somethiing outta place, dawg
I’ma let it go, I can’t catch a case dawg
These motherfuckers prayin’ on my downfall
I run the paint when it comes to this roundball
See I’m a legendary nigga doin’ legendary shit
Smoking on the blunt with your temporary bitch
One thing’s for certain, two thangs for sho
I’m a Long Beach nigga everywhere that I go
If I do, if I don’t, if I will, if I won’t
See time is money and it’s the first of the month
Quit actin’ funny my nigga
And go get your money my nigga
He do, 3, 2

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Outro]
Say man (I’ma promise you this)
Look I don’t even promise my wife or my kids nothin’
So what I look like promising you something nigga (I’ma promise you this)
Look here you need to get a get something

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

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Snoop Dogg – U Name It (Holiday Anthem) Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Battlecat & Snoop Dogg]
Snoop Dogg, what’s up man, this Battlecat! What you havin’ for the holidays?
Yeah, yeah, man, you know what I’m sayin. I was gettin’ me somethin’ to eat, man, but they ain’t even have nothin’ to eat at my girl house, man. Imma get on over to the pharmacy, man, they say they got it poppin’ over there, they got the…

[Hook: Shirley Caesar]
Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, rabbits, You name it!

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Doggy in the kitchen cookin’ chicken and rice
Thanksgiving holiday, yeah and I’m doin’ it right
Pop up, potluck, full of good food
Birds say Thursday, I’m in a good mood
Make a quick hood call, watch a little football
From the bad bad, to the neighborhood good dog
Stood tall through it all
Pop state to state, German chocolate cake
With Kool-Aid in the glasses
My family by the masses
My little nephews and nieces
Runnin’ around the house
From a little to a lot
BC, we thankful for all we got
Now what you want me to say?
Bow yo’ heads for a sec, and take a moment to pray

[Hook: Shirley Caesar]
Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, rabbits, You name it!

Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, rabbits, You name it!

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Up early with Shirley, in the kitchen, on a mission
With hams and yams and mac & cheese for the chicken
Collard greens is finger-lickin’
Mean with the dip and
Bobby Jones on the television
Granny say grace for us
And Auntie makin’ plates for us
The whole family in here now
Apple in ear now
Happy to be around
One of the dogs got full, baby
Took a whole bunch of turkeys to the hood, baby
See I’m about that action
Rest in peace, Mr. EJ Jackson
See we the gift that keep on givin’
Praise God we keep on livin’
BC, what you want me to say?
Bow yo’ heads for a sec, and take a moment to pray

[Hook: Shirley Caesar]
Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, rabbits, You name it!

Beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
Lamb, rams, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, hogs, dogs
Chicken, turkeys, rabbits, You name it!

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Taylor Gang – The Man (feat. J.R. Donato, Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
What up though this is big Snoop Dogg hanging out with DJ Motor Mane, you understand me?
Hit ’em with some of that G shit
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 1: J.R. Donato]
I say they hate to see you come up
They hate to see you hustle but them pounds I gotta turn up
I’m flexing all my muscle boy give shots you try to run up
Cause I ain’t finna tussle I got fans way out in London
So dreams do really come true
I’m high as fuck when I come to
Bad bitch tell her come through
Niggas looking for hand outs when you tell them no then its fuck you
Oh well, nigga fuck you I’m in this new coupe and I’m comfortable
Where you’re friend I said bring two
Lit with them when ain’t nothing to do
Said hell yea I’m the man now, hell yea I got grams now
Pops still doing real estate, hell yea he got land now
And I’m bout to be a father too, don’t bother me I won’t bother you
Hell yea I got shows to do, hell yea I got pounds to move
Gang

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
I’m having nightmares feeling it’s niggas want me dead
Going through it I got niggas in the feds
Sliding in that brand new Benz I don’t need a lot of friends
I’m just living I know one day its gon’ end
30 bottles foreign models I’m just trynna ease the pain
Had a convo with myself to never fall in love again
All night till the morning all we know is get paid
How you fall in love with something that won’t love you back the same?
Boy them streets them cold yea, case you didn’t know yea
48 Hunnid, Taylor Gang, yea yea yea
Pull up on the ‘Nolia

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
They said they want me to stop, but I ain’t stopping no
Wonder where I got these Vans but they ain’t dropping those
I’m eating lobster bisque, baked at the Pappadeaux
That’s my bitch, she your wife, turned her to a proper hoe
I get a lot of dough, I fly a lot of planes
Every time you turn around Young Khalifa copping chains
She yours I got the brains, taught the game
Bitches say I’m not a lame, watch your self out there, these cops insane
They’ll do anything to keep us off the streets
So I grind everyday cause Sebastian gotta eat
And the jewels that I rock turn these good girls to freaks
Make 500K a week, bring my cheese then we speak
Capeesh?

[Chorus: J.R. Donato & (Wiz Khalifa)]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man (that’s cool. I do me you do you)
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man (it’s harder than it looks. Pause)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (the motherfucking man. look at us now)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (just look at us!)

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BJ The Chicago Kid – All On Me (The Lost Files: Cuffing Season Mixtape)

Family problems, it ain’t easy handling those needs
(Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do)
Baby mama drama, I just need a little time to go to sleep
(Damn, only if I had a little time for me)
Record company motherfuckers asking me when I’m gonna release
(I want the pressure homie, so much pressure on me)
And my homies on my back about me helping them get up off them streets
(I mean what the fuck?)

And it all falls back on me
Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
(Somehow it always fall back on me)
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it’s on me
If it was up to you that’s just the way it’s always gon’ be

It’s kind of funny how they fall back on me
I used to never get a call back, homie
Before the money they didn’t see me like it’s dark and it’s all black, homie
But now they switching cause the card black, homie
It wasn’t always that way
We was recording on the 4-track, homie
New apartment, no fridge, no mattress, no table, no cable
And all I hear is my girl in my ear
And this nigga Eazy asking for his car back, homie
I would’ve never saw this happening from that far back, homie
What it came to be, would have never believed, living the life I lived in C-P-T
A motherfucking dream to reality is what you call that, homie

It was something to me
No eat, no sleep, wasn’t nothing to me
Can’t always be how you want it to be
And I’m the one that they looking up to
Fuck they expecting from me?

And it all falls back on me
Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
(Somehow it always fall back on me)
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it’s on me
If it was up to you that’s just the way it’s always gon’ be

That’s just the way it is, and how it always was
DJing parties in my neighborhood just for the love
Dope dealers over tipping and bitches stripping
And any minute niggas start tripping and start shooting shit
On any given day I’m like "what the fuck?"
Face down on the pavement with the billy clubs
Took that feeling to the studio and cued it up
And now it’s "Fuck the Police" all up in the club
Now it’s ’91 and Snoop Dogg came to visit
And was like "What up cuz? Let me show you what this chronic like"
Couldn’t help myself, just had to dip into that chronic life
And then that night came in when that nigga Knight came in (woo!)
This one of those dreams you don’t wake up from
Then again, you don’t sleep if you come from where I come from
When the sun shines and they bust nines
Don’t dial 9 plus 1-1
When they run up on your school bus with a two truck, you might learn something

And it all falls back on me
Somehow it all fall back on me
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it’s on me
If it was up to you that’s just the way it’s always gon’ be