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Good Morning Lyrics by Black Thought Ft. Killer Mike, Pusha T & Swizz Beatz

Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Grime Music, bitches
Hey, good morning
Hey, good morning
Hey (Good morning)
Hey

Yo, I'm from the home of the ghosts-es, water plugs and wokeness
Water bugs and roaches, drugs and overdoses
How you approach this? Philly is where the dope is
My uncles Reds and Willy is still the goldsmiths
Whole shit steady, we close nit and deadly
As a heart attack, trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless, Getty Images
Vile temperament, you start shit, we endin' it
It's mad last wishes, gas mask kisses
The thin line between savants and savages
Your life could depend on the laws of averages
The difference between black and white is mad privilege
For Lucifer, sun of the morning
Who swore we'd ignored every one of them warnings
But try to run for cover under one of them awnings
'Cause here the storm come
Tell the Lord time for His encore performance

Good morning
Good morning
Hey (Good morning)
Hey (Good morning)
Fuck that shit, on the wake up
Dreaming every day of tryna get my cake up
Hey, hey

I got four million in homes three hours apart
Drug dealer tastes, I think I glow in the dark
I only do features to keep hitting my mark
And show you motherfuckers you ain't good as you thought
Let's go, Panamera shopping in a pandemic
The work got grill lines when the pan's searing
Give you the whole clip to let your mans hear it
The pallbearer next to them so they can all fear it
Ulterior motives with the Modus
Bulletproof package like I'm POTUS
I'm just cashing in on what they owe us
They say the coming winter is the coldest
Celine fur hanging off the shoulder
What's worse? The gift or the curse?
The only way to celebrate a death is with a birth
That Maybach seat can be converted to a hearse
I mean every word while you think it's just a verse
I'm gone

Good morning
Good morning
Hey (Good morning)
Hey (Hold on)

Just as soon as the sun rise, the night dies
You was building pyramids and African empires
Where pale-skin savages was straight had light eyes
Was still eatin' raw meat and barely could light fires
Before we ever sold cocaine, we civilized Spain
You are not the first black man in the Mediterranean
Shit, you lying to impress, you was just insane
I look at you with the disdain of an old shit stain
How you product of a God and you worship a man?
I was God in the flesh before I drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sittin' on my neck in the flame
Surrounded by black women, west African king
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my name
While these chump rappers rap about the shit they cop
Man, I cop my block, and this shit don't stop
I'm the official unofficial mayor of my city
Learned my lesson from the crack trapped in school of high thoughts
Push the D like Pusha T and kept my mind Black Thought
Michael Render is the ender, what the fuck you thought?
Michael Render, he the ender, what the fuck you thought?
God

Hands Up Lyrics by Swizz Beatz
Feat. 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj & Rick Ross
Produced By: Swizz Beatz

All they talk about is dollars
You ain't talkin' to man, holla!
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up
Let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up

Pass that weed to a real nigga
Your girl is my biggest fan, windmill nigga
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, where my skateboard?
I jack a nigga queen, I don't play cards
Let me see your hands up like a gun in your face
Gimme her combination I'mma put my tongue in her safe
And if the time is wasted I'mma clean it up like a maid
Make your woman a slave, Weezy F is the grade
Bitches sweatin' me like they been in the desert for days
They say the best kept secret is kept in the grave
New coupe is a dog, no roof on it
Diamond sparkle in my mouth, bluetooth homie
Yeah to say the least, Swizz this beat is a beast
And my homies got that work, they Alicia'n them keys
Hands up in the air like we don't care
And that TrukFit shit is all we wear

All they talk about is dollars
You ain't talkin' to man, holla!
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up
Let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up

[Nicki Minaj]
Ayo pass the crown to the real queen
You know the girl get it poppin' like a pill fiend
I got little bunny rabbits in my backyard
So fuck a funny style fraud, tryna act hard
Uhn, you my son, no daddy you a bast-ard
Plus you got mad miles on your vag card
Nah, I can't work with none of them
They talk slick and wondering why I be son'n them
I said bitch I'm a mogul, yes I am global
I don't do Barnes but yes I am noble
Every interview yes I am their focal, point
But I don't give a fuck, Boink
Ain't going no where like horses in a stable
Bitch I'm in the mansion, flossing, clickin' cable
Now where my bad bitches? Where #PrettyGang
T-T-T-Twerk that ass and let dem titties hang!

All they talk about is dollars
You ain't talkin' to man, holla!
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up
Let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up

Tatted like a Navajo, she lookin' half Cherokee
Roll down on her when I used to have a Cherokee
Now it's Bugattis, haters keep gettin' bodied
Talkin' can't breathe, hoodlums all in your lobby
I can tell by your shoes that your ponytail new
Tell how you move, I see your Summer Jam too
Tell by the jewels, I'm a hundred grand dude
Really a lot more, I'm talkin' channel 4 news
Blocka they better duck, bullet-proofin' the truck
Crossin' the power circle the nigga ran out of luck
Ridin' in the Rolls, yeah you know it's that don
New crib lookin' like Kim Dotcom

All they talk about is dollars
You ain't talkin' to man, holla!
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up
Let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up

You know I'm bout it, whenever, wherever
I'm smoking on strong, this is that steroid era
Got my leather on lookin' like Thunderdome
I got your girl at home, she got that Thunderdome
Let me see you touch the clouds, we could shut it down
From the Dirty South, muzzle on my mouth
Roof, I'm a dog, I'm in it
I pick your girl up like it's a fuckin' calisthenic
If she throw it at me I'mma catch it
Let me see you pat your weave if you ratchet
I see you do your thing when you dancin'
Now let me see you do your thing on the mattress

All they talk about is dollars
You ain't talkin' to man, holla!
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up
Let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up

Here's Everyday Birthday Lyrics
by Swizz Beatz Ft. Chris Brown & Ludacris.

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Now
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit the floor, I say: hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit hit the floor, and dance like a white girl
Lets work
Lets work
Lets work
Lets work

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Watcha think you doing in here
Girl I got 100 bottles of that Rozay
Hoes they always be in my ear
Girl I got a problem solver
Lean back and swallow
Make this liquor all dissapear
Drop it, Drop it
This your chance girl
Money all in my pants girl
It's your night so

[Hook: Swizz Beatz (Chris Brown)]
Now
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor (It's your night girl)
Hit hit the floor, I say hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit hit the floor, I say hit the floor (Leggo)

[Verse 2: Swizz Beatz]
This goes out to the 305's
718's I mean all the states
Came back man with the drop top
You better call the cops
Baby girl, just stop
This white chain, ice
This trabian motherfucker, passed out
Man we on the floor all night
She wanna go crazy and plus dance like a white girl
Told you before it's me bitch
Y'all talk to much Y'all might be snitches
I don't do the dirty work, yeah I do the dishes
I just lay the fuck back and count my digits
Bring it back, I could bug out, go crazy, I'm out of my mind
Got Ciroq on deck, got Patron on deck
Y'all crazy man you had to do (??)
All on the floor with the spandex on
She got the red bottoms on, man she get it on
Man I get it on, I just get it on with the best of flow

[Bridge]
Parties in your glass you fill it up until you hit the roof
Now hit the dancefloor that liquid courage always got you
Throw your hands up in the air
Like I'm the life of the party party
Like I'm the life of the party party
Like I'm the life of the party party

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Luda! (Now dance like a white girl)
I don't know what be
She dancing too but she killing that sh*t
She acting like a white girl drunk
And she outta control but I'm feeling that b*tch
Drop it like you owe it to me
Give it to me like it's mine in the first place
Lady in the street, freaky in the bed
Wild in the party, professional in the workplace
She independent and sexy I think I love her man
She keep it clean but get messy under the cover man
Dirty yeah you know it clap your hands
If you dirty and you know it clap your hands
She know how to do it like she the one who taught the class
That thing so fat I need somewhere to sit my glass
It's got a whore-a-million uses
And I get all the exclusives
And damn that body so ruthless
Now dance to what Swizz producing

[Bridge]
Parties in your glass you fill it up until you hit the roof
Now hit the dancefloor that liquid courage always got you
Throw your hands up in the air
Like I'm the life of the party party
Like I'm the life of the party party
Like I'm the life of the party party
Just dance like a white girl

[Hook: Swizz Beatz (Chris Brown)]
Let's work
Let's work
Let's work
Let's work
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit hit the floor, I say hit the floor
(It's your night girl so dance like a white girl)
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit hit the floor, I say hit the floor (Leggo)
Let's work
Let's work (Yo)
Let's work
Let's work (It's your night girl)

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Welcome To The Jungle Lyrics by Jay-Z & Kanye West Ft. Swizz Beatz

[swizz beatz]
welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well
welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well

[kanye west]
i asked her where she wanna be when she 25
she turned around and looked at me and said “alive”

[swizz beatz]
welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well

[jay-z]
black axl rose
move halfs and wholes
come down to the jungle
just ask for hov
move blocks and squares
move apples and pears
work pots and pans
just to cop me some airs
my uncle died
my daddy did too
paralyzed by the pain
i can barely move
my nephew gone
my heart is torn
sometimes i look to the sky
ask why i was born
my faith in god
every day is hard
every night is worse
that’s why i pray so hard

[kanye west]
why i pray so hard
this is crazy god
just when i thought i had everything
i lost it all
so que sera
get a case of syrah
let it chase the pain
before it goes too far
[jay-z]
my dreams is big
reality set in
let off a clip from a automatic weapon
through shots in the door
it died in vegas
though it fought so hard
i knew it wouldn’t make it
i’m a tortured soul
i live in disguise
rest in peace to the leader of the jackson 5
i died in my sleep
i’m still big pimpin
i ball at the mall
beginning of the ending
where the fuck is the sun?
it’s been a while
momma, look at ya son
what happened to my smile?
my tears is tatted
my rag in my pocket
i’m just looking for love
i know somebody got it
champagne for the pain
weed for the low
god damn i’m so high
where the fuck did i go?
i’m losing myself
i’m stuck in the moment
i look in the mirror
my only opponent
where the fuck is the press?
where the fuck is the pres?
either they know or don’t care
i’m fucking depressed
no crying in public
just lying to judges
risking my life
i’m already dying, so fuck it well
[swizz beatz]
welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well

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Freaky I'm Iz Lyrics by Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall, Diesel & Swizz Beats

get fresh baby this is your song,
put your good shoes and your lipstick on,
get fresh baby this is your song,
you said you want a freak, i’mma give you what you want.

whole lot of sex, whole lot of liquor,
whole lot of chicks, not a lot of niggas,
not my party, all about the bitches,
sexy model, ass like alicia’s,
see my main chick, she got that good shit,
and her gang vicious so i call her sid,
girl you better be careful,
bragging on a dick now your friends want a sample,
fuck a 69, its 696,
i be the 9, both ya’ll the 6,
you go both ways, get a load of this,
beat it so hard, now she gotta take a piss,
then you can’t even walk in the morning,
go to work yawning, …
man your girlfriends on it,
ain’t no fun if you ain’t sharing with the homies.

chorus:
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i’ma have you telling all the business,
by the way that i be giving you the business,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

when my jeans come down, the surfs coming up,
thong to the side, she feel it in her guts,
ass in the air, fucking up your weave,
pulling on your hair baby let me hear you scream,
this white game mean, i make a bitch cry,
i lick your lips to your tits to your thighs,
throw you on your side, im working out the kinks,
you sweating out the sheets, girl you fucking with a freak,
she told you i'm a beast? well, she aint never lie,
i can go on both of you at the same time,
taking that pussy, bitch this mine,
throw that shit back, put an arch in your spine,
i never waste time but i aint in a rush,
hit it like a champ, i beat the pussy up,
he give you little taps, i beat the pussy up,
got her telling all her friends how the kid do her stuff.

chorus:
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i’ma have you telling all the business,
by the way that i be giving you the business,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i see ‘em with they hands up and i’m making sure i don’t leave no ladies out,
i need a dirty dancer cause baby i can guarantee i’mma turn you out,
so all my sexy girls say, ooooh
all my sexy girls say, oooooh,
girl i’m so nasty yeah, me have to tell you all the girlies love me
i put work in till you can’t take it,
you screaming and we're butt naked,
pull your hair girl, i’ll kiss you girl to take you down,
you got it, you telling everybody all about it.

chorus:
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i’ma have you telling all the business,
by the way that i be giving you the business,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.
this what you want, this what you need!
this what you need? right!
this what you get!

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International Party Lyrics by Swizz Beatz Ft. Alicia Keys

show time!
ha, let’s go!
ah, ok, let’s go!
ah, let me tell you something!
..my… is crazy, i got ya!
can’t do…
my man came back…
you crazy you want…
listen to me, listen to me, listen to me clear!
you don’t really want no.. over here!
we can do everybody oh clear,
yeah, freeze!
music please, i’m back, back, back on my foot,
came back, man, i’m back…..
better sush, i get it rush,
you seen the floors…
big money is us!

chorus:
i don't really care
who's in here
i'mma run this place
and this is my year
i don't really care
who's in here
i'mma run this planet
this is my year
it's an international party
international party,
international party

swizz beatz, party!
swizz beatz party!
swizz beatz party!

let’s go! here we go now, let’s go now!
everybody, everybody hit the floor now!
he wants some more now, what’s up now?
… turn it up now!
..go into the fashion, i’ll put in the work,
jump, jump the plane, man i want…
you gotta keep up boy that’s my…
hey! i’m loco, loco,
everybody say i’m crazy, crazy,…

chorus:
i don't really care
who's in here
i'mma run this place
and this is my year
i don't really care
who's in here
i'mma run this planet
this is my year
it's an international party
international party,
international party

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Bonkers Lyrics is performed by Swizz Beatz

listen to the beat, beat!
get upon the feet, feet!
the party starts now, now, now,
..cause i can’t get it,
i wanna put your hand on cause i make the meals,
..tell me how it feels!..
god damn nigger is all you got?
god damn nigger, is all you want?
tell me i’m a dog, i’m on the hood,
make me wanna step ... i’m back, back, i get it up!
paper, paper, i’m stacking, stacking,
..see me with that...
got a .. but it’s red dough,
..till the air go,
let me see you...
i’m off in vegas, throwing chips,
let me see you nigger...
let me see you, it’s all you get,
god damn, i ain’t...
back, back, and.. on the game,..
call me... on my dream, now,
..let you see me now,
god damn, we gonna play it...
seven five seven ..about thirteen hours on it,
got a... checking this trusted...
..is looking cool,
..away from school,
i have my hood green and street knowledge,
.... i ain’t do it this way,
i’mma do this on my way!
work on.. is not an option,
sitting on a line is not an option,
..is like my option,
came back, god damn, going shopping.
buy off the dough, buy off the drinks,
we don’t give a fuck...
..that’s what you can get though!
.. you have a problem see me now!
you have a problem, see me now!
you wanna battle with the beast, you can get it now,
got a .. i’ll kick your head,
..and rip of the ass!
see me dog, ..
... i don’t care if you see me,
..got a wife on my side, nigger oh, no!
that’ oh, oh!

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Here is Reebok Back Lyrics by Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill & Swizz Beatz

reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all that they’re really screaming
is that reebok back!
black and the white, highs and the lows,
..they glow!
got me looking at the laces,
only money i’m chasing,
got a mike on the classic before i …
they’re screaming: reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all they’re really screaming
is that reebok back!

they started rocking the classics
they started rocking the….
but now i’m rocking the… because i rock what i want!
…back in the back, rose gotta drop in the front,
i’m there to be a billionaire like ride on top of the mud.
i’m.. i’m with the triple…
and my mind is already swagging on my enemies!
got ‘em kamikaze ….
….told me…. made it i say….
swagging on and put my wrist on the… the morning is gone,
but i get a six hundred bill so i could….
these youngers are loving my style,
i gotta ‘em calling me….
sometimes i ask my own self….
i’m going…..
put my name on the …in the game with the flame, i ride that….
.. i was trained to spin this thing and make it back!
i’m staging my dream, chasing my kamikaze ….

reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all that they’re really screaming
is that reebok back!
black and the white, highs and the lows,
..they glow!
got me looking at the laces,
only money i’m chasing,
got a mike on the classic before i …
they’re screaming: reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all they’re really screaming
is that reebok back! (x2)

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Here is It's You Lyrics by Swizz Beatz Ft. Alicia Keys

chorus:
uhuuu, it’ you!
uhuu, it’s you!
it’s you, every day, every night, baby, it’s you!
i don’t want, i don’t want no one, but you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!

champagne, baby… momma, i’ll take you to…
forget that baby hannah, i’ll put you in the laugh!
and i forget that little humble,
i’m a big man! i’ll take you, take you…
seven ..sevens, express lane,
if you’re lucky, you can get my last name.
let’s hit paris, we could take the last train,
now baby girl, baby girl, sing my name!

chorus:
uhuuu, it’ you!
uhuu, it’s you!
it’s you, every day, every night, baby, it’s you!
i don’t want, i don’t want no one, but you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!

listen to me mommy, send me good things
when you’re missing me mommy,
and i … like you’re kissing me mommy,
they wanna hate school…
you’re not happy, it’s not an exception,
..i send the…collection.
i love it’s the real thing, baby you should trust it!

chorus:
uhuuu, it’ you!
uhuu, it’s you!
it’s you, every day, every night, baby, it’s you!
i don’t want, i don’t want no one, but you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!

i just want to spend the night,
take my time, beta you…

take trips with you..
since you came in my life i feel brand new,
i just wanna spend the night,
take my time, be your wife,
take trips with you …
since you came in my life i feel brand new!

chorus:
uhuuu, it’ you!
uhuu, it’s you!
it’s you, every day, every night, baby, it’s you!
i don’t want, i don’t want no one, but you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!
and the winner is?
hey, it’s you!
oh, man!

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Here is Live From Paris (MGMT Freestyle) Lyrics by Swizz Beatz

hey i want to say, want to say, want to say, want to say now
hey life in paris, paris, paris, paris oh yeah
my groove too smooth
you think i went to ..
some ... look at my jacket this ..
i’m a taste maker and you’re all trendy
you only know about louie and findie
but you can be legend too .. and ..you too
it’s over produce over, i’m tryin to tell ya how to move over
yeah i got clean .. my lambo i went green
i gotta have a bit flow and all of your lames in the game gotta go
i’m the architect.. i do it in the sleep i can do it in the dark
you put me to the desk i guarantee you .. i rockin with the best.

chorus:
..people to receive..
she got the power ..believe
....with the ...
staring ..perfect..she gonna teach me how to ..
welcome to paris baby.

they say hey is the new love
i say ...shine like michael
listen i know some don’t like me,
come on, they all wanna hate me,
.. i’m focused on a .. red .. on my shoes
...to the loof
i’m on my global .. all the time
.. two different brands but what will you choose
see me i bang like .. often.. the boys ..
if you wanna hate you’d better come ..
it’s time to play chess i guarantee now i’m rockin ...rock the best.

chorus:
..she got the power in her hand..believe
....with the ..
staring ... she gonna taste ..

...
if you’re a motivator you can change the game

[chorus:]

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Here is Move Your Body Lyrics by Beyonce Ft. Swizz Beatz

2011, let’s move!
take your hands down!
take your hands down!
take your hands down!
take your hands down!
jump, jump, jump!
jump, jump, jump!
jump, jump, jump!
jump, jump, jump!

mission one, let me see you run,
put your knees up in the sky
‘cause we just begun!
hey! hey! hey!
mission two, this is how we do,
..to the right… let that smooth!
hey! hey! hey!
mission three, hey, you’re dogging with me,
…
mission four, you’re ready for more,
jump up, jump up,
take your feet of the floor!
hey! hey! hey!

i ain’t worried doing me tonight
a little sweat ain’t never hurt nobody
don’t you stand there on the wall
everybody, just move your body,
move your body, move your body,
move your body, move your body!
everybody, get to move your body!
everybody, get to move your body!
everybody, get to move your body!

can you get me bodied
i wanna be myself tonight
can you get me bodied
i wanna be myself tonight
don’t you see my body?
i want to let it out tonight
wanna party, wanna dance,
wanna be myself tonight, hey!

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Here is Everyday (Coolin’) Lyrics by Swizz Beatz Ft. Eve

it’s showtime!

[hook]
everyday, they ask how i’m doin
deuces up playboy i’m coolin
i’m coolin
i’m coolin coolin, i’m coolin coolin
i’m just coolin
i’m coolin coolin, i’m coolin coolin

everyday, they ask how i’m feelin
you see the ounces playboy i’m chillin
i’m chillin
i’m chillin chillin, i’m chillin chillin
i’m just chillin
i’m chillin chillin, i’m chillin chillin

[verse 1 - swizz beatz]
i got my balmain on
plus my louis on
i got my christian on
boy i get this on
you see me ridin lotus and my top b-tch gone
the interior butter like popcorn
she got on givenchy, she fresh like me
everytime she go shoppin alexander mcqueen
i mean, we just coolin on a sunday
can’t wait to ball out on monday

[hook]

[verse 2]
my jaeger-lecoultre is out ya culture
the hoods on fire man them boys is vultures
we are family la kostra nostra
go through up and downs like a roller coaster
ay! got my cavi- with them gators on ‘em
i’m in the studio fogging with some faders on em
and this beat is my entree
i’m audi three thousand, andre

[hook]

[verse 3 - eve]
evey e, i’m back on my bullsh-t
came back, came back, back with a full clip
who want problem, wah- wah- wah-, who want flip
gun taste, one lick, wanna get some of this
you see that hot pink birken, that’s a problem
i’m hot like everything kickin i’m a problem
yeah, i’m a walking bow
you might talk a lil one but ya looks are oh
http://moozikportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/swizz-beatz-everyday-coolin-lyrics-ft.html

[hook]

[outro - swizz beatz]
do ya dance now (x4)
hit the floor now
do ya dance now (x2)
get down now (x4)
lets work now (x4)

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Here is Chillin Lyrics by Dr. Dre Ft. Swizz Beatz

vip chillin’, chillin’, chillin’
club poppin’ chillin’, chillin’, chillin’
press the death chillin’, chillin’, chillin’.
who .. out
all outside i’m chillin’, chillin’, chillin’
music crazy chillin’, chillin’, chillin’
mamy crazy chillin’, chillin’, chillin’
damn who ... out.

yes i am ready to take you higher
then you ever got the medicine in the fire
we’re travelling like .. when be holding the mighters
bottles on dick, models on dick,
f*ck the ...i’ma take you to the dick
i’ma mother f*cker alcoholic ...
you take ... shit i’m a bull of ..
see me in a hot .., probably think i got wings
... the party watching ..nothing but bad b*tches around my ..
nothing for black cause inside my jeans
expose everything ..she ready to .. need that, need that,
so basically the base is whatever you call the shit nigga ...

chorus:
vip chillin’, chillin’, chillin’
club poppin’ chillin’, chillin’, chillin’
press the death chillin’, chillin’, chillin’.
who .. out
all outside i’m chillin’, chillin’, chillin’
music crazy chillin’, chillin’, chillin’
mamy crazy chillin’, chillin’, chillin’
damn who ... out.

big chillin’ in this mother f*cker
that’s how i’m feelin’ in this mother f*cker
‘cause ...everybody ...on this kother f*cker
what you’re looking for ?
i’m looking for a bad b*tch,
somebody who can have a ... magic, move some, work some,
she murder it, the cups’re coming
i murder it a fly coming, and my direction why you’re stressing
... i peel off
lay the function..we consumption of something ..she know we’re f*cking.
my game just rewine ...
http://moozikportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/dr-dre-chillin-lyrics-ft-swizz-beatz.html

[chorus:]

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Here is Co-Pilot Lyrics by Swizz Beatz Ft. Snoop Dogg & Junior Reid

chorus

do you wanna fly could you be my co-pilot
you said you wanna fly
do you wanna fly could you be my co-pilot
i’ll take you up in the air
i’ll take you out again

did you ever try making love to your girl in the sky
champagne fly .. so high
baby girl we are going going gone that cloud
we are floating floating on sit back and put your seat belt on
i am gonna call you my .. so let’s get it on
i can take you on shopping across the world
every in the world know that you are my girl
i’’ll go on that marijuana tree in the air
i walk around cause i don’t care
that change in my pocket … black car
let them know that i am out to ghetto never forget the ghetto
never pose that .. i am touching ..

chorus

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Swizz Beatz - Top Down Lyrics (ft. Nas)

Here is Top Down Lyrics by Swizz Beatz Ft. Nas
Lyrics @ moozikportal.blogspot.com

[swizz beatz]
swizzy!
wherever you are (shine)
whoever you are (shine)
wherever you are (shine)
whoever you are (shine)
wherever you are (shine)
whoever you are (shine)
hey, hey, i told ya

[chorus]
ridin’ with my top down, and my jewelry on
hey, i’m just getting my hood on
i’m just, i’m just, doing my thing
i’m just, i’m just, (pimp) doing my thing
hey (yup) hey (yup) hey (yup) hey
i said i’m ridin with my top down, and my jewelry on
hey, i’m just getting my hood on

[verse 1: nas]
it’s the late night greasy spoon patron
poolhall making
big bets, midsection got the 8 in
dior christian pimpin’
got that penal system diction
riffing, you don’t want it you snitchin’
spit a few at a traitor with that new ar
try to kill me i’m the leader, that’s coup d’etat
streetsweepers in that coupé all black
bitches want my chipped tooth back
steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked
squeeze the fifth with a grip as i dip
from the paparazzi
still playing numbers (you can’t stop me)
still wearing bundles, and spark weed
if i ever say “queens get ‘em”, you know they got me
success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef
so lead by example, or get trampled
since hip hop is dead, this is the n
congratulations in order ’cause we did it again

[chorus]

[verse 2: nas]
the chain’s offensive
brain on airplanes, gucci frames are vintage
the two tec don in yukon’s and benzes
chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants
the apprentice but not trump
i’m the n-gga with glocks and pumps
that you don’t see much
sucker free from chumps
homes with cobblestones in front of ‘em
he’s got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son
don’t make me have you running from a hundred guns
don’t make me grab your only son
i’m coming from
a place tanqueray and weed’s the only escape
from phonies who hate
when you rolling with papes
that’s why the god party with juicy models
they mob me, denali, charlie luciano – hardly
have to tell y’all, i kill y’all
for spitting songs that involve me n-gga
original verbal assassin, have to carve me a n-gga

http://moozikportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/swizz-beatz-top-down-lyrics-ft-nas.html

[chorus]

[verse 3: nas]
i got the armour tucked with the no drama luck
tatted up, everywhere, my neck, arms and stuff
like i roll my body around on wet comic books
the dalai lama prodded up, lighting chronic up
ugh, of course i’m at it again
you know n, i throw caution to the wind
i talk about the life i’m in
but i swear to god i may never write again
but if i hit em hard, they say the world must kneel
baddest girls gon lick my tim’ boot heel
sayin’ nas running out of time
this is my last chance
gotta shoots to kill, this is my last dance
i say hell nah, don dadda
goons act fly, fly swat ya
rapping ducks, modern day dracula’s
what you coming out your caskets for
this game been dead but guess who came back for more

[chorus]

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Here is Rock N Roll Lyrics by Swizz Beatz Ft. Lil Wayne & Lenny Kravitz
Lyrics @ moozikportal.blogspot.com

we gonna party, all night, let’s go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll
party all night, let’s go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll

i’m in this bitch like i wanna rock right now,
we so deep you motherfuckers might drown
i’m so fly tonight call me a night owl
i’m high as stars blue skies and white clouds
talking about let’s go crazy, let’s go ladies, they all follow soon
…tell it, yeah it’s a movie, watch the trailer if it don’t float out both, pop the sailor
party all night, party all night, a whole bunch of bitches this is the dog fight
begin in the cream, you know off right, a whole lot of smoke, i need fog lights
young money baby you can’t hold me, you can’t put me so you can’t fold me
lose your mind, out of control, i now pronounce you rock and roll, yeah

http://moozikportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/swizz-beatz-rock-n-roll-lyrics-ft-lil.html

party, all night, let’s go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll
party all night, let’s go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll.

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Here is Change Is Gonna Come Lyrics by Swizz Beatz & DMX
Lyrics @ moozikportal.blogspot.com

[Sam Cooke & DMX]
I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh and just like the river I’ve been running ever since
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

[Hook]
Change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come
Ch-ch-ch-ch-change gon come

[DMX - Verse 1]
Man, shit slipped through the cracks
I flipped through the tracks
Lay it in the studio, flip through the wax
It’s time to bring the dark to the light
Change gon come but not without a fight
N-ggas say one thing than do another
Stab me in the back but say you my brother
Sh-t aint the same no more, it’s different
eh, eh, eh, eh man f-ck all the riffing
I got a point to prove and moves to make
Knew for a long time you dudes was fake
I know a muthaf-cking snake when I see one
They look like one and move like one
So you gotta be one

[Hook]

[DMX - Verse 2]
Man, I played this game, then played that one
Fell for a minute but bounced right back son
Can’t hold down the dog for long
Change gon come, thats the name of the song
You know what it is, cause you knew what it was
Let a n-gga go, I’ma do what it does
N-ggas sellin’ they soul just to get a buzz
I f-cks with you blood, I f-cks with you cuz
I’m out that (?) thats built for war
BFW, kickin’ in the door
We don’t take no for an answer
I’ma go hard cause I have to
Pull guard? and I’ma clap ya

[Hook]

[DMX - Verse 3]
Man, n-ggas get so caught up in their bullshit
They don’t know whats going on around them
Fake n-ggas I found them
Industry’s moving in a different direction
Kinda like a bitch with an erection
N-ggas been phoney for so long
Actin like they know me for so long
Time for cats to roll on
Here’s new writing on the wall
I can’t f-ck with you for real
I can’t f-ck with you at all

[Hook]

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Can A Drummer Get Some Lyrics - Travis Barker Ft. Swizz Beatz, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross & Game

Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this rave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee’s cause I be killin’ ‘em
Most emcee’s turn into ghost emcee’s
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I’m famous for killin’ rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please
I ate your favourite rapper’s heart out with a 16
Didn’t hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese!

Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this shit like he run game
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain’t what I be on
I’m Leon, I pee on you pee-on’s for eon’s
I’m in my prime like Deion
I’mma shine like neon
I’m a Lion like Leon
But I’m ’bout to go off, cause that is all I know of
I don’t have to show y’all, I’d rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I’m an F’ing star
Haha, get it? I’m an FN star
Ha, and it’s the Rock you bastards
If I’m the rockstar, will rock you bastards

Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

Tupac and Juice riding ? on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin’ like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I’m a goof
Designer underwear she knows I’m a goose
Got the wide body I’m a fat muthaf-cker
In Swahili I’m screaming “stack muthaf-cker”
Ya homie won’t stop until I decide to
Until then I’m making rollie’s for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I’mma boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I’m from, Girls manage from the jump
Don’t trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so…

Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

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Here is Hustle Hard Lyrics by Ace Hood ft. Swizz Beat
Lyrics at moozikportal.blogspot.com

[Ace Hood]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle,)

[Chorus]
Same old sh-t, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way

We Keep It Rocking Lyrics by Maino feat. Swizz Beatz, Jim Jones, Jadakiss & Joell Ortiz
Lyrics at moozikportal.blogspot.com

[Chorus]
New York city knows how to party
New York city knows how to party
New York city keep it rockin