Plies – How I’m Living Lyrics



[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Verse 1]
Where I’m from, it’s a couple things that you won’t see
You ain’t gon’ see no Maybachs or no Bentleys
And you ain’t finna see no cribs worth a half a million
But there’s a couple things, nigga, that you will see
Niggas riding around with choppers on the front seat
And niggas posted in the dope hole trying to eat
And the police riding back to back, six deep
‘Cause what you see and what I see is two different things
I see niggas riding Chevys, a lot of cocaine
And where I’m from, niggas don’t drink Cris, mane
Niggas drink yak, crackers drink champagne
And when you niggas get rich, it’s funny how shit change
With that $200 for that Cris, I can get into the game
And cop me some of that hard or some of that white thing
If you’ve been in the hood, then how I’m living, why concern about you?
Now that you got a little money, nigga, you’ve been flipped this shit for crackers

[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Verse 2]
And in the hood, we want you impressed by 9:11
‘Cause every day in the hood is fucking 9/11
When 9/11 happened, it was just a couple killers
You’d find more killers around this bitch sitting in trucks, nigga
These boys like Bin Laden, but behind tint, nigga
The only difference is Bin Laden just gon’ send them
A true killer will get you himself, last I remember
A plane got to hit the World Trade a couple of more times
To catch up with all of these motherfuckers around here dying
And God, I want you to stop me if you think I’m lying
I bet there’s 10,000 open cases right now
And y’all depicted a couple off a thousand cases
Me and your motherfucking family need to trade places
So you can look around the hood and see all the sad faces
As soon as a nigga get killed, you hollering “drug related”
I know you can hear it in my voice, you can tell I’m hot, too
I feel the same way you feel, cracker, fuck you
A lot of men died in two days, but it don’t make the news
A little white girl come up missing, it’s all over the news
And you would give a bitch a million for a couple crews
I bet you need my people, cracker, before we need you

[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Outro]
The same shit happening everywhere around the world, dog
Your motherfucking hood ain’t no harder than mine
And my hood ain’t no harder than yours
Fort Myers, dog, AKA Pakistan
You already know what we call it
Duval, Tallahassee, Gainesville, West Palm
Lauderdale, Dade County, Tampa, St. Pete
Clearwater, Orlando, Polk County, Mims, Titusville
And all surrounding areas in between, dog
This how we living in Florida, nigga
Please believe it, baby
Florida, I told you I got you, my nigga
And when them motherfuckers put me on how I’m living
I’ll take you in my hood, nigga, ’cause that’s how I’m living



Eno – Million (Xalaz Album)



[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 1]
Eine Million Euro auf Konto
Schieße Selfies mit Bruders in Hongkong
Kauf mir ‘ne Kalasch, trainier du Wing Chun
Ich bring frischen Wind ihr seid so monoton
Bonne chance an die Brates die Gas geben
An die Dealer die für Bares ihr Hasch geben
An eure Freundinnen die heimlich Arsch geben
An meine Biras die mir jeden Tag Kraft geben
Ich scheiß auf eure Song und Hits, ich kill Rapper
16 Uhr aufstehen, Frühstück mit Grillteller
In Almanya der neue Hauptdarsteller
Frag deine Freundin Eno er knallt besser

[Bridge]
Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 2]
Eine Million in Euro in Bar
Nach Monaco mit’nem Rolls Royce fahr’n
Ohne Aufenthalt große wurden krank in ganz Deutschland mach ich einen Namen
Versace Sweatshirt für sechs Scheine
Siehst mich gechillt einfach aus dem Benz steigen
Keine Sessions mit Schraubi und Brecheisen
Redest von Rücken doch du kennst keinen
Spontan nach Italien zum einkaufen fliegen
Lasse im Dsquared-Shop heut’ zehn Riesen
Krisen vorbei ENO183 wir ballern Blei
Fick die Polizei

[Scratch]
Fuck the police! Comin’ straight from the underground

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 3]
Wiesbaden 183 bald in den Charts
Kinnhaken schickt dich direkt in den Schlaf
Bin Laden ist tot, doch Eno ist da
Keine Fresse eingeschlagen heißt guter Tag
Ja Ja dreh’ runden in ‘nem BMW M6
Dach Carbon, tiefgelegt, 600ps
Trete aufs Gas und die Leute sie Kotzen
Lebe mein Traum geb’ ein Fick auf euch Fotzen
Furcht einflößend Griselda Blanco
Siehst du die Bullen hebst du Pico die Hand hoch
Steh’ ich vor dir machst du Platz bis nach Bangkok
Steig’ in den Ring dein Trainer schmeißt Handtuch
Wären ich für Verkauf von Drogen schwänze
Lutscht deine Freundin für Drogen Schwänze
Ot über Grenze im geklauten PKW
Audi RS6 Farbe: schwarz metallic

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Outro]
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

J COLE – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J. Cole – High For Hours

[Intro]
This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, "High as Shit for Hours"
Here we go, yeah

[Verse 1]
American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is a crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

[Refrain 1]
So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 2]
I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

[Refrain 2]
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 3]
Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

[Refrain 3]
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J Cole – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Achmed The Dead Terrorist – Jingle Bombs lyrics

[With Jeff Dunham]
Dashing through the sand
With a bomb strapped to my back
I have a nasty plan
For Christmas in Iraq
I got through checkpoint A
But not through checkpoint B
That’s when I got shot in the ass by the U.S. military
Ooo, Jingle bombs, jingle bombs mine blew up you see
Where are all the virgins that Bin Laden promised me
Jingle bombs, jingle bombs your soldiers shot me dead
The only thing that I have left is this towel upon my head
I used to be a man, but every time I cough
Thanks to uncle Sam my nuts keep falling off
My bombing days are done, I need to find some work
Perhaps it would be much safer as a convenient store night clerk,
Ooo, Jingle bombs, jingle bombs I think I got screwed
Don’t laugh at me because I’m dead or I keel you

B.o.B – $tacks Of Dreams (Elements Album)

[Intro/Refrain]
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of

[Bridge]
Bodies, on top of
Bodies, on top of
Bodies, copies
Carbon copies
Do you copy, out of body
Out of body, tipsy-turvy tipsy-topsy tispy-topsy
Killuminati- all the thotties, the young gottis (Party, Party)
They watching, I know they watching (Watching, Watching)

Yeah, yeah
Heat death- I’m in this Mojave
Suicide- I’m kamikaze
I don’t blend in with nobody
The scapegoat I guess I’m Bin Laden

[Verse 1]
Yeah Yeah
Compared to Donald Trump
I’m neck and neck with the death threats
Got the best vest, and the best text
I need less stress and the best sex
Nude photos are the best text
Life is too short to be depressed, yes
But I’m too focused on the next step
And I’m restless

[Chorus]
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life

[Refrain]
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of….

[Verse 2]
Dreams are made of, same thing that my genes are made of
Real niggas what my team is made of
No Day 2’s, Day 3’s, just Day 1’s
Puppet niggas move when the strings are raised up
Fame is a drug niggas fiend for a taste of
Broke hoes smoke all your weed, snapchat they weave
Then leave when the drinks is drank up, tuh!
I aim to provoke
I don’t mean financial when I say you broke
You broke in your heart, you lost in your thoughts, and you broke in your soul
Emotions evoke
Mentally stunted more issues then Vogue
Doors open and close
But you wouldn’t notice it though, though, though…

[Chorus]
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life

[Bridge]
Bodies, on top of
Bodies, on top of
Bodies, copies
Carbon copies
Do you copy, out of body
Out of body, tipsy-turvy tipsy-topsy tipsy-topsy
Killuminati- all the thotties, the young gottis (Party, Party)
They watching, I know they watching (Watching, Watching)

Yeah, yeah
Heat death- I’m in this Mojave
Suicide- I’m kamikaze
I don’t blend in with nobody
The scapegoat I guess I’m Bin Laden

[Chorus]
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life

Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of….