Popcaan - Ravin Lyrics

 Popcaan - Ravin Lyrics

Intro:
Yaaaaaaaaoww
Up inna di club we gone agen
Yeaaa ayyy

Verse 1:
Hair well plait
Gal dem fat
Gwaan bad when di tune dem drop
One just drop and buss har headback
When Street Vybz buss up inna har headtop

Oh God party mad
Gyal dem a seh Gaza party bad
Gal dash weh like crab outta bag
Zamunda gone wid forty-one High Grade A crush out inna hand
Mi nuh waan si nuh man a par wid 40 man
Gal inna di club, wi dem a party pon
Dem seh di Worl' Boss, him a di party don

Chorus:
Gal dem
Love how mi pants dem straight so
Dem love how mi Clarks dem lace up and
Hotskull nuh tek bait up
Hey bwoy mi a tell u this straight up seh

Wi nuh beg people inna di ravin
If a even fi spend all mi savin
Mi nuh kno when mi a go inna di gravin
So right now mi ravin and
Everybody jump is a playpen
Happy like pickney pon weekend
Mi nuh kno when mi a go inna di gravin
So right now mi ravin and

Verse 2:
Lawd rite now mi frass
Mi a press gas
I heard pon di toll mi all nearly crash
Oh gosh
Street Vybz dash
Tommy Lee glass just drop and mash

Mi seh Oh god,party mad
Gyal dem a seh gaza party bad
Gal dash weh like crab outta bag
Zamunda gone wid forty gal (High grade)


A crush out inna hand
Mi nuh waan si nuh man a parr witt 40 man
Gal inna di club, wi dem a party pon
Dem seh di Worl' Boss, him a di party don

Chorus:
Gal dem
Love how mi pants dem straight suh
Dem love how mi Clarks dem lace up and
Hotskull nuh tek bait up
Hey bwoy mi a tell u this straight up seh

Wi nuh beg people inna di ravin
If a even mispend all mi savin
Mi nuh kno weh mi a go inna di gravin
So right now mi ravin and
Everybody jump is a playpen
Happy like pickney pon weekend
Mi nuh kno when mi a go inna di gravin
So right now mi ravin suh

Yaaaaaaaaoww
Up inna di club we gone agen
Yeaaa ayyy

Hair well plait
Gal dem fat
Gwaan bad when di tune dem drop
One just drop and buss har headback
When Street Vybz buss up inna har headtop

Oh God party mad
Gyal dem a seh Gaza party bad
Gal dash weh like crab outta bag
Zamunda gone wid forty-one High Grade A crush out inna hand
Mi nuh waan si nuh man a par wid 40 man
Gal inna di club, wi dem a party pon
Dem seh di Worl' Boss, him a di party don

Gal dem
Love how mi pants dem straight so
Dem love how mi Clarks dem lace up and
Hotskull nuh tek bait up
Hey bwoy mi a tell u this straight up seh

Wi nuh beg people inna di ravin
If a even fi spend all mi savin
Mi nuh kno when mi a go inna di gravin
So right now mi ravin and
Everybody jump is a playpen
Happy like pickney pon weekend
Mi nuh kno when mi a go inna di gravin
So right now mi ravin and

T Pain Ft Lily Allen Wiz Khalifa - 5 O'Clock Lyrics

T Pain - 5 O'Clock Lyrics

[Lily Allen:]
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're goin to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping and I was hoping...

[T-Pain:]
It's 5 o'clock in the morning, and I want ya
And you want me, don't ya?
I can see it
Cause you've been waiting on me since
I said that I was hittin' the club
Something coming up on me
And I know you be getting so horny
Cause you be sending me texts saying
Like boy just get your ass up in that car
And come get all of this love

(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
You ain't got to remind me
She already said if I don't come home on time
She might go crazy
And she'll be waiting on me naked
With one of my chains on
She might come and find me (oh oh oh)
And then ask me kindly
Do I want her to go crazy?
We do this every night
And then we always wake up singing the same song

[Hook: Lily Allen]
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're goin to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in

[Hook 2: T-Pain]
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're goin to bed soon
So I snuck up to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in

[T-Pain:]
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
And you calling
And these females got me stalling
I can hear your voice in my head like
"What is he doing? " oh what is he doing?
Cause I keep checking my cell phone
And these missed calls
You texting me like I'm a kill y'all
If you don't get your ass up out of that club
And you do know what time it is

(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
Oh my bad, girl
And this Nuvo got me trippin
And I know that you mad, girl
But you ain't got to worry about nothing
Girl I got you, girl I got you
She might come and find me, and then ask me kindly
Do I want her to go crazy
We do this every night and then
We always wake up singing the same song

[Hook: Lily Allen]
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're goin to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in

[Hook 2: T-Pain]

[Wiz Khalifa:]
You ain't got nothing on
But the t-shirt that I left over your house
The last time I came and put it on ya
Too many thirsty girls up in this club for me to
Leave here with one of them
That's why I call her
And you'll be right at home waiting for me
Iphone plugged in the wall, just waiting for me
Club closed at 6, left around 4: 30
Yeah so by the time I'm at your crib...
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
And you yawning, but I've been drinking all night and I feel like performing
With you in the bedroom
Floor to the dresser
Don't want nothing less cause I'm sure you're the best
You're the one, So I let you
That's how you show me love
And when we finish you like "damn, babe you woke me up"
I love you way you put it down likes it's for both of us
The sun ain't the only thing that's coming up

[Hook:]
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're goin to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in 

Sway - Still Speedin Lyrics

 Sway - Still Speedin Lyrics

Walk right in, walk right in
Walk right in, walk right in
Walk right in, walk right in
Walk right in

Still Speedin'

I was telling everybody up your speed
That was a couple of years ago
And now I’m reving up for deliverance
Switching up gears, got a couple of years to go
(Super swah!)
Here we go! As soon as you hear that, go!
Liverpool to Portsmouth, yeah,
That chorus got the crowd screaming

Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
I got the people screaming
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
(Still Speedin')

Click, click, hear the strap
Seat belt Derek’s back!
Watch me blow like i'm dynamo
No more disappearing act,
I know you miss me, I miss you too!
Sometimes that’s what a mist will do
Like Taio I was cruising
Now it’s time to take my steering back
One of the best to ever do IT
(They say!)
A testament to this game
(They say!)
And even in the wind I never blew it
(They say!)
I swayed but kept in my lane
They call me Fleetwood mac
I'm a with a mac with a fleet
Still getting royalties
No spoiler but I spoil me!
I got the crowd screaming

Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
I got the people screaming
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Still speeding!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Make some noise!

Still Speedin'

See the way I’m riding
Cameras can flash
Pretty lady by my side
Lewis Hamilton of rap!
(Sway, sway!)
Foot down, moving mammoth on the track
And I don’t need no GPS
To see my manor on the map!
Still representing my flag
And I’ve been all over the world, I’ve done laps
And I’ve got the whole crowd raising the roof
I’m Nigel Mansell so better take of hats!
Sticks to the flats, turn the bass up max
People in the rave better raise your hands
Let me hear you make some noise!

Take my love!

They try to give me a ticket
But I ripped it like a raffle
Tell them people I am Mr. Dereck Safo
I’m still speeding!
Pedal to the metal on a level I ain’t gonna settle
For anything less than gold I ain’t gonna meddle around about
End up down and out
Tryna build
Since I was little kid I never had the lego
Running for the fields and the meadows of ally palli
And now I’m a hill,
If Geppetto, Was able to make a fake boy real!
I can definitely make a real boy hard as steel!
I ain’t gonna stop until I do a couple of millions
I gave them my demo, now it’s time to deal again!
I’m back up on the bill again
I’m fresh from the bank,
Bob’s your uncle!
Mines uncle Phil again
Because I’ve got the will power I've got the potential
And I got the credentials
All of the essentials when it gets stressful
My bp rises but I’m never gonna stop
Unless I need to get petrol!
(Swah!)
Still speeding'!

Flo Rida - Good Feeling Lyrics

Flo Rida - Good Feeling Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah

Yes I can, doubt that I leave, I'm running with this plan
Pull me, grab me, crabs in the bucket can't have me
I'll be the president one day
January first, oh, you like that gossip
Like you the one drinking what God sip dot com
Now I gotta work with your tongue
How many rolling stones you want
Yeah I got a brand new spirit,
Speak it and it's done
Woke up on the side of the bed like I won
Talk like a winner, my chest to that sun
G5 dealer, US to Taiwan
I hope you say that, I wanna play back
Mama knew I was a needle in a hay stack
A Bugatti boy, plus Maybach
I got a feeling it's a wrap, ASAP

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah

The mountain top, walk on water
I got power, feel so royal
One second, I'ma strike oil
Diamond, platinum, no more for you
Gotta drill a land, never giving in
Giving up's not an option, gotta get it in
Witness I got the heart of 20 men
No fear, go to sleep in the lion's den
That flow, that spark, that crown
You looking at the king of the jungle now
Stronger than ever can't hold me down
A hundred miles feelin' from the picture smile
Straight game face, it's game day
See me running through the crowd full of melee
No trick plays, I'm Bill Gates,
Take a genius to understand me

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah

Good feelin', good feelin'
I know you got the good feelin'
Let's get it, let's get it
Gotta love the life that we livin'
Let's get it, let's get it
I know you got the good feelin'
Let's get it, let's get it
Gotta love the life that we livin'

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah 

Rihanna - You Da One Lyrics

Rihanna - You Da One Lyrics

[Intro]
You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is my love

Baby, I love you, I need you here
With me all the time
Baby we meant to be
You got me, smiling all the time

Cause you know how to give me that
You know how to pull me back
When I go runnin, runnin
Tryin' to get away from loving ya
You know how to love me hard
I won't lie, I'm falling hard
Yep, I'm falling for ya but there's nothin wrong with that

[Chorus]
You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is my love

You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is mine

Baby come, tear me now, hold me now
Make me come alive
You got the sweetest touch
I'm so happy, you came in my life

Cause you know how to give me that
You know how to pull me back
When I go runnin, runnin
Tryin' to get away from loving ya
You know how to love me hard
I won't lie, I'm falling hard
Yep, I'm falling for ya but there's nothin wrong with that

[Chorus]
You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is my love

You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is mine

[Bridge]
And Yes I'm kinda crazy,
That's what happens baby,
When you put it down
You shouldn't give it to me
Good like that,
Shouldn't hit it like that,
Had me yellin' like that
Didn't know you would've had me coming back

You the one that I'm feeling
You the one that I'm loving
Ain't no other niggas like you
No there's just one, one, one
No baby just one, one
I bet you wanna know

[Chorus]
You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is my love

You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is mine

Drake Ft Rihanna - Take Care Lyrics

 Drake Ft Rihanna - Take Care Lyrics

[Rihanna]
Know you’ve been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll take care of you
I’ve loved and I’ve lost

[Drake: Verse 1]
I’ve asked about you and they’ve told me things
But my mind didn’t change, I still the feel the same
What’s a life with no fun? please don’t be so ashamed
I’ve had mine, you’ve had yours, we both know
We know, they don’t get you like I will
My only wish is I die real
Cause that truth hurts, and those lies heal
And you can’t sleep thinking that he lies still
So you cry still, tears all in the pillow case
Big girls all get a little taste
Pushing me away so I give her space
Dealing with a heart that I didn’t break
I’ll be there for you, I will care for you
I keep thanking you, just don’t know
Try to run from that, say you’re done with that
On your face girl, it just don’t show
When you’re ready, just say you’re ready
When all the baggage just ain’t as heavy
And the parties over, just don’t forget me
We’ll change the pace and we’ll just go slow
Won’t ever have to worry,
You won’t ever have to hide
If you’ve seen all my mistakes
So look me in my eyes

[Rihanna]
Cause if you let me, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll take care of you
I’ve loved and I’ve lost

[Drake: Verse 2]
It’s my birthday, I get high if I want to
Can’t deny that I want you, but I lie if have to
Cause you don’t say you love me
To your friend when they ask you
Even though we both know that you do (you do)
One time, been in love one time
You and all your girls in the club one time
All so convinced that you’re following your heart
Cause your mind don’t control what it does sometimes
We all have our nights though, don’t be so ashamed
I’ve had mine, you’ve had yours, we both know
We know, you hate being alone
You ain’t the only one
You hate the fact that you bought the dream
And they sold you one
You love your friends but somebody shoulda told you somin’ to save you
Instead they said…

(Dont tell me, I don’t care, if you hurt)
(I don’t tell you, you don’t care)

[Rihanna]
Know you’ve been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll take care of you
I’ve loved and I’ve lost

Amy Winehouse Ft. Nas - Like Smoke Lyrics

Amy Winehouse Ft. Nas - Like Smoke Lyrics

[Hook]
I never wanted you to be my man
I just need your company
Don’t want to get dependent on
Your time then lose the way you love me
Like smoke, I hung around in the unbalanced
Wooooah, ohh

[Verse 1: Nas]
It’s not a movie, this is not a script or proofread
I’ll spit some untruths to dumb fools and groupies
Fun to punctuate, pronunciate the funds I make
? put in your face
Oh my mistake, you’re not a floosy? Then excuse me
Before I talk, my style introduced me
Get your name and phone number like 1-2-3
Y’all know the story, y’all know the commentary
I kick the narrative, this is legendary
The good Samaritan, hood thespian
Like a polygamist, with a twist
Will I marry again? Maybe, I guess
I hold a lady’s interest, I just met
The love scholar, she the teacher’s pet
Every other eve we meet and make each other sweat
I feel triumphant, no strings
Just a fling to have fun with
I be out in London, Camden
Huntin’ for the answers, why did God take away the homie?
I can’t stand it
I’m a firm believer that we all meet up in eternity
Just hope the big man show me some courtesy
Why? ‘Cause I’m deemed a heart breaker
Like smoke, girls lean ‘round a player
Yeaha

[Hook]

 I never wanted you to be my man
I just need your company
Don’t want to get dependent on
Your time then lose the way you love me
Like smoke, I hung around in the unbalanced
Wooooah, ohh

[Verse 2: Nas]
Yo, this recession is a test
It’s affecting my complexion
Misdirection my affection
My concerns are bill collections
The facts is the taxes, they after me
Chapter three, my property
My handlers, they dealt with me improperly
I say some things I should probably keep privately
Evaluate the world bank trusts like I’m IEG
Those fly suites and my boojwazi
Tall freak, she wouldn’t protest with me at Wall Street
She says, no you’re so deep
I said, no let’s go through it
Historically so ruthless feds came for Joe Louis
She said, my man you need to laugh sometimes
Classify me as a whore, I tell her have some wine
You colder than penguin poo, in her dismay
She’s thinkin’ that’s just so silly to say
But if you really think about it hussy
See a penguin, he drags his shit on the ground all day
And there’s a dragon ?
I’m through with you after I crush, so is that humorous enough?
The smoke I puff
Tell the car to go to Aura, Funky Buddah, Whisky Mist on Mayfair
I hope I meet Monie Love so she can show me love
NYC to UK I might stay there
Everybody in the club tonight say, “Yeah”
You know how me and Amy are, straight players

[Outro]
Ohh, ohh, ooooohh, ohh

Sneakbo - The Wave Lyrics

 Sneakbo - The Wave Lyrics

(Hook)
Sneakbo, Let me show you the wave
Sneakbo, Let me show you the wave
Roll out then lock off the rave
Sneakbo, Let me show you the wave
Sneakbo, Let me show you the wave
Roll out then lock off the rave

I'm gona dagga dagga dat
He wan dagga dagga dat
I'm gon dagga dagga dat
I'm badder than bad
I'm madder than mad

(Hook)

I'm sorry
Excuse me shorty
What you doin' cause I wanna another party
GG and her southside barbies
Rip bras then mash up the mash up the
Fall back
And don't chat
Its clap clap for them pagan yats
I like girls with an African back
Jetski gotta dagga dagga dat
Boom boom
More girls want jetski
I need a brown cinderella like lexie
So which spice can fuck like a sex freak
Holla at a nigga if you know you are sexy
Yo sexy
I'm a sex freak
You wan take it to the max like pepsi
She wan ride on my wave like jetski
I need a hot little girl no jezzy

(hook)

I'm gon dagga dagga dat
He wan dagga dagga dat
I'm gon dagga dagga dat
I'm badder than bad
I'm madder than mad

Jetski's one dagga dagga dat
Everybody in the crowd goes madder than mad
Lady's keep shakin their back
And the mandem bust out
One finger skank
Step left
Step right
Bare smoke we're wavin tonight
I dont wanna see anymore fights
By the boom bam time I go bust a whine

(Hook)

Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks Lyrics

Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks Lyrics

Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad's closet hidden with a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.

[Chorus: x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me his dark surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.

[Chorus: x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

[Whistling]

[Chorus: x3]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet. 

Jay-Z - 99 Problems Lyrics

Jay-Z - 99 Problems Lyrics

If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

[Verse One]
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics they say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in ya zapatos
You'd be celebrating the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
I got beef with radio if i don't play they show
They don't play my hits i don't give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as,
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches niggas I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus]
99 problems but the bitch aint one
If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Verse Two]
The year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay.
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So I...pull over to the side of the road
I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low?
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' "
"Liscense and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my paper's legit
"Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?"
"Or somebody important or somethin'?"
Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus]
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
if you havin girl problems
i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me


99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
if you havin girl problems
i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Verse Three]
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin
He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And there I go trapped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
paparazzi's with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harrasin' them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems being a bitch ain't one.
Hit me

[Chorus X3]

You're crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy