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Wiz Khalifa The Plan Lyrics
I'm gettin' high as f**k in this; trippy ni**as
Must be some real sh*t though
Let's get it, hear we go...
[Wiz Khalifa]
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest ni**a I ever met in my life
Hahahaha, uhh...
I done smoked weed where they said I can't,
got rich when they said I can't
Got high and got on the plane and brought all my ni**as when they said I can't
Went shopping places they said I can't,
bought some sh*t that they said I can't
Jumped on the road and did all them shows
cause I was poppin' places they said I ain't
Went hard in places they said I can't,
promoters call and try and set up dates
Bought the car with that yellow paint,
go to parties now and they set up drinks
And it's first class so I'm private plane,
Nudie jeans with my get up mane!
Rolling Papers and Mary J
I made eleven mill and I'm still the same
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] + (Juicy J)
What's with all these ni**as and their feelings, man?
All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan,
but all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's all about them Benjamins,
ballin' hard and you in the stands
All this money I'm a business man
out of all these ni**as I'm the realest man
(What's with all these ni**as and their feelings, man?
All of this and I'm still the man)
(Thought of this when I was just a fan,
but all this money wasn't in the plan)
(Now it's all about them Benjamins,
ballin' hard and you in the stands)
(All this money I'm a business man
out of all these ni**as I'm the realest man)
[Wiz Khalifa]
Out of all these ni**as, they callin' me the realest
Started underneath the floor,
now my money through the ceiling
Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million
Used to just tryna live, now a ni**a make a killin'
Gold rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don
Cuban links in my chain, Zigzag on my charm
Champagne on ice, good weed in the jar
Everything Hermes, Chanel seats in the car
When you all know; them f**k ni**as start hatin'
Talkin' bout what they gon' do but I'm waitin'
When you getting rich they doubt you; shout out my gang
And my brother Will cause I couldn't do this without you - fo' real!
[Hook]
[Juicy J]
Eighteen racks, I pay the dough to send them goons straight to ya door
To show you ni**as what's real and let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk,
Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you ni**as when you by yourself,
we gon' hit you ni**as with a hundred drums
Boat load no babbage, good drink I'm famished
Bank account outlandish, big real estate sittin' on land bitch
Niggas out there tryna test me, I put the AK where his chest be
Don't fight with hoes, don't fight with ni**as,
no security b***h so don't test me
Double cup full I be sippin' up, mob ni**as man real criminals
If a ni**a find you they gon' hit ya up,
with a Bin Laden chopper that'll split ya up
All these hoes be jockin' tryna get with us,
they gon' swallow this nut, no spittin up
Your ni**as get murked, your ni**as in jail,
my team gettin' money stay full of drugs
Must be some real sh*t though
Let's get it, hear we go...
[Wiz Khalifa]
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest ni**a I ever met in my life
Hahahaha, uhh...
I done smoked weed where they said I can't,
got rich when they said I can't
Got high and got on the plane and brought all my ni**as when they said I can't
Went shopping places they said I can't,
bought some sh*t that they said I can't
Jumped on the road and did all them shows
cause I was poppin' places they said I ain't
Went hard in places they said I can't,
promoters call and try and set up dates
Bought the car with that yellow paint,
go to parties now and they set up drinks
And it's first class so I'm private plane,
Nudie jeans with my get up mane!
Rolling Papers and Mary J
I made eleven mill and I'm still the same
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] + (Juicy J)
What's with all these ni**as and their feelings, man?
All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan,
but all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's all about them Benjamins,
ballin' hard and you in the stands
All this money I'm a business man
out of all these ni**as I'm the realest man
(What's with all these ni**as and their feelings, man?
All of this and I'm still the man)
(Thought of this when I was just a fan,
but all this money wasn't in the plan)
(Now it's all about them Benjamins,
ballin' hard and you in the stands)
(All this money I'm a business man
out of all these ni**as I'm the realest man)
[Wiz Khalifa]
Out of all these ni**as, they callin' me the realest
Started underneath the floor,
now my money through the ceiling
Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million
Used to just tryna live, now a ni**a make a killin'
Gold rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don
Cuban links in my chain, Zigzag on my charm
Champagne on ice, good weed in the jar
Everything Hermes, Chanel seats in the car
When you all know; them f**k ni**as start hatin'
Talkin' bout what they gon' do but I'm waitin'
When you getting rich they doubt you; shout out my gang
And my brother Will cause I couldn't do this without you - fo' real!
[Hook]
[Juicy J]
Eighteen racks, I pay the dough to send them goons straight to ya door
To show you ni**as what's real and let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk,
Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you ni**as when you by yourself,
we gon' hit you ni**as with a hundred drums
Boat load no babbage, good drink I'm famished
Bank account outlandish, big real estate sittin' on land bitch
Niggas out there tryna test me, I put the AK where his chest be
Don't fight with hoes, don't fight with ni**as,
no security b***h so don't test me
Double cup full I be sippin' up, mob ni**as man real criminals
If a ni**a find you they gon' hit ya up,
with a Bin Laden chopper that'll split ya up
All these hoes be jockin' tryna get with us,
they gon' swallow this nut, no spittin up
Your ni**as get murked, your ni**as in jail,
my team gettin' money stay full of drugs
8Mile Road - Eminem
(It's okay, it's okay. I'm gonna make it anyway.)
Sometimes I just feel like
Quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white
Sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right
Hit the breaklights
In case of the stage fright
Drawin' a Blank like
(Uhh, But if I fall, It ain't my fault, Breakin eyeballs, My insides crawl)
And I clam up (SMASH!)
I just slam shut
I just can't do it
My whole manhood's just been stripped
I've just been ripped
So I must been dipped
Or the bustin split
Man f*ck this shit yo
I'm goin the f*ck home
Rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Rd.
(Chorus)
I'm a man
I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man
I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Rd.)
And I'm gone
I don't like where I'm goin
Sorry mama I've grown
I must travel alone
Ain't no followin no footsteps
I'm makin my own
Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.
Walkin these traintracks
Tryin to regain back the spirit I have
'Fore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!)
To the same plant
And the same pants
Tryin to chase rap
Gotta move A.S.A.P.
Get a new plan
Mama's got a new man
Poor little baby sister
She don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, bury's her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother, and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset
Cuz I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I aint grownin two nuts yet
Don't gotta rap my step
Don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man
I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try
Sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell a lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holdin on regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me hommie
Wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dog
I'm bailin this trailor tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her
Kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby
I'm never too far
But yo, I gotta get out there
The only way I know
And I'ma do that for you
On the second that I blow
On everything I own
I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go
Back to this 8 Mile Rd.
(Chorus)
Ya gotta live it to feel it
If you didn't you wouldn't get it
We'll see what the big deal is
Why it wasn't, it still is
To be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limit
It's different, it's a certain significant certificate of authenticity
You'd never even see
But it's everything to me
It's my credibility
You've never seen, heard, smell, or met an MC
Who's incredible and on the same pedistool as me
But check
Still unsigned
Havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhymes
Go to work
And servin MC's in the lunch line
But when it come's crunch time
Where do my punch lines go?
Who must I show?
To bust my flow?
Where must I go?
Who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so f*ck it
Maybe I need a new outlit
I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little scepticle
Of who I hang out with
I look like a bum
Yo my clothes ain't about shit
At the Salvation Army
Tryin to salvage and outfit
And it's cold
Tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up
And one thing I don't want
Is pity from no one
The city is no fun
There is no sun
And it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart
Being torn in my limbs
By each one of my friends
Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes I just know not what I'm doin
I just blow
My head is a stove top
I just explode
The kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't got
But I've learned
It's time for me to U-Turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt
Ain't no fallin
No next time
Imeet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid
Or be immature
I've got every ingredient
All I need is the courage
Like I already got to beat
All I need is the words
Got the urge
Suddenly its a search
Suddenly a new verse of energy has occured
Time to show these free world leaders
Three in the third
I am no longer scared now
I'm free as a bird
And I turn and cross over
The median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd.
Sometimes I just feel like
Quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white
Sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right
Hit the breaklights
In case of the stage fright
Drawin' a Blank like
(Uhh, But if I fall, It ain't my fault, Breakin eyeballs, My insides crawl)
And I clam up (SMASH!)
I just slam shut
I just can't do it
My whole manhood's just been stripped
I've just been ripped
So I must been dipped
Or the bustin split
Man f*ck this shit yo
I'm goin the f*ck home
Rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Rd.
(Chorus)
I'm a man
I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man
I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Rd.)
And I'm gone
I don't like where I'm goin
Sorry mama I've grown
I must travel alone
Ain't no followin no footsteps
I'm makin my own
Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.
Walkin these traintracks
Tryin to regain back the spirit I have
'Fore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!)
To the same plant
And the same pants
Tryin to chase rap
Gotta move A.S.A.P.
Get a new plan
Mama's got a new man
Poor little baby sister
She don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, bury's her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother, and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset
Cuz I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I aint grownin two nuts yet
Don't gotta rap my step
Don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man
I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try
Sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell a lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holdin on regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me hommie
Wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dog
I'm bailin this trailor tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her
Kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby
I'm never too far
But yo, I gotta get out there
The only way I know
And I'ma do that for you
On the second that I blow
On everything I own
I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go
Back to this 8 Mile Rd.
(Chorus)
Ya gotta live it to feel it
If you didn't you wouldn't get it
We'll see what the big deal is
Why it wasn't, it still is
To be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limit
It's different, it's a certain significant certificate of authenticity
You'd never even see
But it's everything to me
It's my credibility
You've never seen, heard, smell, or met an MC
Who's incredible and on the same pedistool as me
But check
Still unsigned
Havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhymes
Go to work
And servin MC's in the lunch line
But when it come's crunch time
Where do my punch lines go?
Who must I show?
To bust my flow?
Where must I go?
Who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so f*ck it
Maybe I need a new outlit
I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little scepticle
Of who I hang out with
I look like a bum
Yo my clothes ain't about shit
At the Salvation Army
Tryin to salvage and outfit
And it's cold
Tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up
And one thing I don't want
Is pity from no one
The city is no fun
There is no sun
And it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart
Being torn in my limbs
By each one of my friends
Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes I just know not what I'm doin
I just blow
My head is a stove top
I just explode
The kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't got
But I've learned
It's time for me to U-Turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt
Ain't no fallin
No next time
Imeet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid
Or be immature
I've got every ingredient
All I need is the courage
Like I already got to beat
All I need is the words
Got the urge
Suddenly its a search
Suddenly a new verse of energy has occured
Time to show these free world leaders
Three in the third
I am no longer scared now
I'm free as a bird
And I turn and cross over
The median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd.
2pac All About U - Lyrics
[2Pac] Ahh yeah
[Down] Yeauhh!
[2Pac] It's all about you, one time!
[Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah
[2Pac] Haha, for the bi*ches that think it's all about you
It's all about you
[Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac
YouknowhatI'msayin?
[2Pac] It's all about you
[Down] Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you
but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh
[2Pac]
You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light
but how I got my a*s caught up with this bad bi*ch
Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck I'm stuck with f*ckin with the wrong one, uh!
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love
In every club, I see you starin like you want it
Well baby if you got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla but you tell me you taken
Sayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin
Guess it's true what they tellin me
Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity
So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit
Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!)
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[2Pac]
I make a promise if yah go with me, just let me know
I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out
with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love nig*az
cause we comin from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care
Creep though, weed smoke's into the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
waitin for nig*az at the end, of every show
I just seen you in my friend's, video
Could never put a bi*ch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..
It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!
It's all about you!
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[Outlawz]
Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bi*ch a*s crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it's all about you? Well Boo
I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new nig*az, too
You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next
Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex
I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts, I came to f*ck, try skeezin me
Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I f*cked a bi*ch from the West Coast to West Virginia
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[Snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*]
I'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' shit
I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI'msayin?
I'm sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video
I see the same bi*ch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video
Then I flip the channel
I'm checkin out my homeboy Tupac video
I see the same bi*ch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?
And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' f*cked up
I'm watchin a Million Man March
And I see the same bi*ch, on the Million Man March
that was in, the homeboy Warren G video!
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go
I see the same hoe
Don't get mad, I'm only bein real
Yeah
[Down] Yeauhh!
[2Pac] It's all about you, one time!
[Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah
[2Pac] Haha, for the bi*ches that think it's all about you
It's all about you
[Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac
YouknowhatI'msayin?
[2Pac] It's all about you
[Down] Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you
but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh
[2Pac]
You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light
but how I got my a*s caught up with this bad bi*ch
Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck I'm stuck with f*ckin with the wrong one, uh!
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love
In every club, I see you starin like you want it
Well baby if you got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla but you tell me you taken
Sayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin
Guess it's true what they tellin me
Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity
So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit
Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!)
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[2Pac]
I make a promise if yah go with me, just let me know
I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out
with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love nig*az
cause we comin from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care
Creep though, weed smoke's into the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
waitin for nig*az at the end, of every show
I just seen you in my friend's, video
Could never put a bi*ch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..
It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!
It's all about you!
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[Outlawz]
Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bi*ch a*s crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it's all about you? Well Boo
I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new nig*az, too
You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next
Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex
I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts, I came to f*ck, try skeezin me
Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I f*cked a bi*ch from the West Coast to West Virginia
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[Snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*]
I'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' shit
I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI'msayin?
I'm sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video
I see the same bi*ch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video
Then I flip the channel
I'm checkin out my homeboy Tupac video
I see the same bi*ch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?
And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' f*cked up
I'm watchin a Million Man March
And I see the same bi*ch, on the Million Man March
that was in, the homeboy Warren G video!
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go
I see the same hoe
Don't get mad, I'm only bein real
Yeah
Friday, April 4, 2014
A day in life beatles - Lyrics
It`s more than three years ago
but it`s like the first day
When I got you to know
I just thought please stay.
There was just your hand
That took me
And you said come on
Let`s try
We met sometimes aand
Drank some coffee
And when you said goodye
You said: Take care of you
Whatever you do
Take care of youI think of you
When you heard the words
I love you
You were afraid you lose
Your freedom
But soon you said youLove me too
Words you never said
But you agreed them
but it`s like the first day
When I got you to know
I just thought please stay.
There was just your hand
That took me
And you said come on
Let`s try
We met sometimes aand
Drank some coffee
And when you said goodye
You said: Take care of you
Whatever you do
Take care of youI think of you
When you heard the words
I love you
You were afraid you lose
Your freedom
But soon you said youLove me too
Words you never said
But you agreed them
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
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