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Dizzy Wright – Word On The Streetz Lyrics

Dizzy Wright – Word On The Streetz Lyrics

[Intro]
Tryna figure this shit out
(Oh Major, don’t go)

[Verse 1]
Word on the streets is some labels showing some interest
I’m ready to take off like I’m in the fucking Olympics
All about winning I’m Jordan back in ’95 and 6
I want to get wealthy, if you not gonna help me then mind your biz
Oh, what I prefer is for my city to say that “the time was his”
And yes I’m referring to me
Headed for a early degree
Out high school to the league
Not for money for me
Know I’m in a comfortable space
Are you willing to pick up the pace?
I told my OG, “With all the travel what’s the hassle?”
He told me, ” What you rap about is only half the battle”
Admit it, don’t build your castle and let your family straggle
I’m livid, money got less value than my fucking shadow
You niggas better free your mind, better free your fucking minds
I’m always right on time and ya’ll ain’t ever dropped a dime
It’s fine, not gon’ be salty or be sour
Ahead of fools like the time jumped up an hour

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[Spoken]
Yo I been looking at my family tree and shit
I’m branched down off some crazy ass shit
But you know I see positive potential in my life
(Oh Major, don’t go)
All I could do is smile and think about what I’ve already overcome with my mama with my brothers and my sisters
It’s hard for ya’ll to tell me anything at this point
(Oh Major, don’t go)

[Verse 2]
Word on the streets is that the streets need a new hero
From ground zero, me, Demrick, Reezy, and Euros
When it’s time to cut the check we gotta keep that love and respect
Not letting no one fuck me over or make me fucking stress
Nigga where your daily hustle?
Don’t make it a situation
If you wanna speak on the shit you thinking you better articulate it
From Flint to Vegas, I’m out here still tryna keep it legit
Dealing with a domino effect
The shit leading to similar events
So I keep a team with sense
In my defense we do not attract niggas that’s gon’ pretend
Ya’ll better get with it, eliminating all the hate and the critics
Committed, putting Vegas on the map, and who gon’ say that he didn’t
Coming with the vision and I’m ready
Everything I gotta earn
Now I’m feelin’ like a expert
All I wanna do is learn
Steve Jobs with the net worth
Only coming with the max shit
This is me, I had to go and get in tune
Twisting them fronto leaves getting high just to find the truth

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[Outro Spoken]
Nothing can come between you and your destiny
You and your greatness
Only you can stop you
(Oh Major, don’t go)
You don’t gotta lean on nothing to be great
Lean on your motherfucking mind
Lean on your conscience, lean on the fact that you can go find that knowledge yourself
Be your own inspiration my nigga
(Oh Major, don’t go)
(Oh Major, don’t go)
I hope them is tears of joy
(Oh Major, don’t go)

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Kanye West – Feedback (Dorian_Ye Version) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same urrr that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!

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Kanye West – No More Parties In La (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison]
La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La da da da di da da-a, la-a
Let me tell you, I’m out here
From a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far

[Hook: Kanye West]
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)
Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
Please (shake that body, party that body)
Please (shake that body, party that body)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Kanye West]
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let’s make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it’s Denny’s, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it’s damaging for you, I think
That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
That shit don’t add up, you’re making him mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
You’re dealing with malpractice, don’t kill a good nigga’s confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you don’t know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical
Make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap’n Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me
Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee
And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
And yeah G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
I’mma put you on game for the lames that don’t know they’re a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy

[Hook: Kanye West]
Scary
Scary
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn’t let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds
And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn’t even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon’ get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use they kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can’t fault ’em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain’t going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programmin’
Of weak content and slow jammin’
But don’t worry, this one’s so jammin’
You know it, L.A., it’s so jammin’
I be thinkin’ every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades
I be paranoid every time
The pressure, the problem ain’t I be drivin’
The problem is I be textin’
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
First song they played for me was ’bout their friend that just died
Textin’ and drivin’ down Mulholland Drive
That’s why I’d rather take the 405
I be worried ’bout my daughter, I be worried ’bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain’t worried ’bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I’m supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know, know I hate agents
I’m too black, I’m too vocal, I’m too flagrant
Something smellin’ like shit, that’s the new fragrance
It’s just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I’m in my Yeezys, some days I’m in my Vans
If I knew y’all made plans I wouldn’t have popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn’t rap like this again
But the writer’s block is over, emcees cancel your plans
A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don’t never drive it
It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out
God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family gettin’ money, thank God for E!
I love rockin’ jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I’m workin’ on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I’m workin’ on my house
Tell ’em party’s in here, we don’t need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick’ll do that
She keep pushin’ me back, good dick’ll do that
She push me back when the dick go too deep
This good dick’ll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money, money
Big, big money, money, money, money
And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love ’em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

[Bridge: Larry Graham]
I just keep on lovin’ you, baby
And there’s no one else I know who can take your place

[Hook: Kanye West]
Please, no more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)

[Outro: Junie Morrison]
I’m out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
SWISH

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Kanye West – Feedback (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same uh that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!