The Beatles – Medley: Kansas City/Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Lyrics



[Verse 1]
Ah, Kansas City
Going to get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
I’m going to Kansas City
Going to get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
Well, it’s a long, long, time
Since my baby’s been gone

[Verse 2]
Ah, Kansas City
Going to to get my baby one time
Yeah, yeah
I’m going to Kansas City
Going to get my baby one time
Yeah, yeah
It’s just a one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, wah

[Chorus] [x2]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, baby, woo no clown
I say you’re no clown
Now, now, now, now
Tell me baby
What’s been wrong with you

[Outro]
Well, I’ll say bye
Bye, bye, baby bye, bye
Oh, so long
Bye, bye, baby I’m gone
Yeah, I said
Bye, bye, baby, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Well, I’ll say bye
Bye, bye, baby bye, bye



Lil B – Net Worth lyrics



[Intro]
Yeah, ayy first off you feel me. It’s your boy Lil B in the house. I wanna give a shout out to the Midwest. Hey Detroit what’s good if you got your buffs on, what it do? You know what I’m sayin’. Ayy man Chicago, the whole motherfuckin’ world. What’s good?

[Chorus]
Ayy ayy ayy, what’s your net worth?
Hu, hu? what’s your net worth

[Verse 1]
Bitch nigga ask me bout my net worth
You already know I make that check work
You already know I make that bank twerk
Running up that check now my back hurt
Niggas playing games want that fucking check
100 grand show nigga and I ain’t playing
This that Stevie Wonder nigga, a little richer
BasedGod on the beat now we getting richer

[Chorus]
Ayy ayy ayy, what’s your net worth?
Hu, hu? what’s your net worth?

[Verse 2]
All my Detroit niggas run that check up
All my West Coast niggas fuck that bag up
All my down south niggas run that check up
All my East Coast niggas man we next up
All my Minnesota niggas run that check up
All my Kansas City niggas run that bag up
All my Ohio niggas run that check up
All my Las Vegas niggas run that bag up
I’m still getting money with my Reno niggas
And I’m still getting money with my Tahoe bitches
Shout out Hayward in Castro Valley
[?] Valley
[?] my niggas straight
Run the game [?] the whole Bay
Sacramento run that bag up
And my Albany niggas run that check up

[Chorus]
Ayy ayy ayy, what’s your net worth?
Hu, hu? what’s your net worth

Janelle Monae – Django Jane

This is my palace, champagne in my chalice
I got it all covered like a wedding band
Wondaland, so my alias is Alice
We gon’ start a motherfuckin’ pussy riot
Or we gon’ have to put ’em on a pussy diet
Look at that, I guarantee I got ’em quiet
Look at that, I guarantee they all inspired
A-town, made it out there
Straight out of Kansas City, yeah we made it out there
Celebrated, graduated, made it pass/fail
Sassy, classy, Kool-Aid with the kale
Momma was a G, she was cleanin’ hotels
Poppa was a driver, I was workin’ retail
Kept us in the back of the store
We ain’t hidden no more, moonlit nigga, lit nigga

Already got a Oscar for the casa
Runnin’ down Grammys with the family
Prolly give a Tony to the homies
Prolly get a Emmy dedicated to the
Highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated
Yeah, we highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated

Yeah, Gemini they still jammin’
Box office numbers, and they doin’ outstandin’
Runnin’ outta space in my damn bandwagon
Remember when they used to say I look too mannish
Black girl magic, y’all can’t stand it
Y’all can’t ban it, made out like a bandit
They been trying hard just to make us all vanish
I suggest they put a flag on a whole nother planet

Jane Bond, never Jane Doe
And I Django, never Sambo
Black and white, yeah that’s always been my camo
It’s lookin’ like y’all gon’ need some more ammo
I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off like Van Gogh
Now, pan right for the angle
I got away with murder, no Scandal
Cue the violins and the violas

We gave you life, we gave you birth
We gave you God, we gave you Earth
We fem the future, don’t make it worse
You want the world? Well, what’s it worth?
Emoticons, Decepticons, and Autobots
Who twist the plot?
Who shot the sheriff, then fled to Paris
In the darkest hour, spoke truth to power?
Made a fandroid outta yo girlfriend
Let’s get caught downtown in the whirlwind
And paint the city pink, paint the city pink
And tuck the pearls in, just in case the world end

And nigga, down dawg
Nigga move back, take a seat, you were not involved
And hit the mute button
Let the vagina have a monologue
Mansplaining, I fold em like origami
What’s a wave, baby? This a tsunami
For the culture, I kamikaze
I put my life on a life line
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?
Do anybody got it? Do anybody got it?
I say anybody got it?

Janelle Monáe – Django Jane Lyrics

This is my palace, champagne in my chalice
I got it all covered like a wedding band
Wondaland, so my alias is Alice
We gon’ start a motherfuckin’ pussy riot
Or we gon’ have to put ’em on a pussy diet
Look at that, I guarantee I got ’em quiet
Look at that, I guarantee they all inspired
A-town, made it out there
Straight out of Kansas City, yeah we made it out there
Celebrated, graduated, made it pass/fail
Sassy, classy, Kool-Aid with the kale
Momma was a G, she was cleanin’ hotels
Poppa was a driver, I was workin’ retail
Kept us in the back of the store
We ain’t hidden no more, moonlit nigga, lit nigga

Already got a Oscar for the casa
Runnin’ down Grammys with the family
Prolly give a Tony to the homies
Prolly get a Emmy dedicated to the
Highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated
Yeah, we highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated

Yeah, Gemini they still jammin’
Box office numbers, and they doin’ outstandin’
Runnin’ outta space in my damn bandwagon
Remember when they used to say I look too mannish
Black girl magic, y’all can’t stand it
Y’all can’t ban it, made out like a bandit
They been trying hard just to make us all vanish
I suggest they put a flag on a whole nother planet

Jane Bond, never Jane Doe
And I Django, never Sambo
Black and white, yeah that’s always been my camo
It’s lookin’ like y’all gon’ need some more ammo
I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off like Van Gogh
Now, pan right for the angle
I got away with murder, no Scandal
Cue the violins and the violas

We gave you life, we gave you birth
We gave you God, we gave you Earth
We fem the future, don’t make it worse
You want the world? Well, what’s it worth?
Emoticons, Decepticons, and Autobots
Who twist the plot?
Who shot the sheriff, then fled to Paris
In the darkest hour, spoke truth to power?
Made a fandroid outta yo girlfriend
Let’s get caught downtown in the whirlwind
And paint the city pink, paint the city pink
And tuck the pearls in, just in case the world end

And nigga, down dawg
Nigga move back, take a seat, you were not involved
And hit the mute button
Let the vagina have a monologue
Mansplaining, I fold em like origami
What’s a wave, baby? This a tsunami
For the culture, I kamikaze
I put my life on a life line
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?
Do anybody got it? Do anybody got it?
I say anybody got it?

Tech N9ne – Brand New Hunnids (feat. Jl, Rittz & Frizz) (Uncensored)

[Hook: Frizz]
Ay, ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t ever ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 1: Rittz]
I’ve been feeling like Pablo in the Wells Fargo
I ain’t here to talk about a car loan
Pockets on my cargo shorts full of money
And a duffel bag stuffed full, hard to keep the zipper on the top closed
You can barely pay a car note
Why you mad at me because your credit score low
I done gone broke but I bounced back
Leaning on the counter while she look at my account
Can I have a lollipop though
Runnin’ game flirtin’ with the bank teller
I can tell she thinking I’m a cocaine dealer
I got cash ’cause I rap, I don’t trap
I was hurting when I didn’t have money, now the paper like a painkiller
The internet say I’m worth four mil
It used to be a way worse ordeal
No more dollar menu orders, eating four course meals
Thought I was a winner look at what the scoreboard said
Forrest Gump with the ends on the cat running
On the way to make a milli you can bet on me
You sitting still like a crash test dummy
Like you got a check coming
Tryna flash, you ain’t got Tech money
You ain’t ever live lavish, tryna be Travis
You ain’t ever built like that
You been living in a fantasy knowing that you can’t achieve
I’ma tell you real life fast
Keep it real like that
Yeah

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Get some big ones, shit comes, quick son ditch ’em
‘Cause they gonna get to begging from the rich one
For the money for tummy, booty, and they tits done
Cross yo neck with a razor
For the fetty when they see you livin’ major
How they comin’ for money ya job paid ya
When not even one of them did a little bit of labor
With them brand new hunnids
Damn you done it
Not a way somebody can ever ban you from it
How can you stomach
The poverty I hit the lottery
So when you go in the pile can you plummet
Damn you stuntin’
On the land when you expand the grands
They gonna stand who run it and the jam you brung it
Comin’ from all the fans the Kansas City man do gun it
Take all the paper don’t let the paper take ya
Big money maker you’re gonna wait to vapor
From all the haters they wanna waste ya
Like a trip when they hit a gallon of Jäger
Off with the money is why they shoot ya
‘Cause they jealous they makin’ the shotty juice ya
I ain’t slippin’ or givin’ nobody boosters
I keep the brim a hunnid ’cause Tech is a crowded poosta
Nigga, ay

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 3: JL]
Like a brand new hunnid dollar bill
When they put the light to me they will know that I’m real
I’ma get to the money
But I give ’em what they can build in it
Rock at the rigorous on the go without a chill
We two up, it’s too much money to be made
Too much money for me to ever be a slave
Too much money for me to not wanna get out of the bed and go get it
Somebody already gettin’ paid
It don’t matter if you rappin’ or thuggin’, be stackin’ or pluggin’
It’s either you are slackin’ or pumpin’, how bad do you want it?
Look even if you hover at the oven and you wrapping a couple of ’em
Moving two by fours like Jim Duggan, you buggin’
If you don’t got the lucrative hustle
Looking for loot producing part of productive ’cause you
Gotta be tough and plus you gotta do what you must do
Throw it when you win, they will son the rustle
I see hawks when I see these thots, and I read thoughts
Let them wonder ‘bout the bread
He financially flaunts cause he know what she wants
Let alone fucks I give ’em the photo cred
Even though I do collect the dough, I haven’t changed yet
Never quit, never sit waiting for a paycheck
To the paid jet, then get lifted like a weight set
With a loud pack, hit a chronic like a Dre set
Jay high that’s a safe bet

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Big Scoob – Doe-Rey-Me (feat. Boogieman & Young Boss) (H.O.G Album)

[Intro: Big Scoob]
I don’t know how you live, but how I live, I don’t step out the house unless I’m going to get some fucking paper
There’s only two things to do when you step out the house: That’s either get some paper, or die trying..

[Bridge: Big Scoob]
Raised in it, and I lived in it
No way to win it, but I’m still in it
Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
Beast mode, so I feast, nigga

[Verse 1: Young Bo$$]
The game’s shook, it’s Young Bo$$ the Kansas City crook
And I don’t fuck with bigs, nigga, the Big Bad Wolf
Hustle hard, and loyalty: That’s all I constitute
If you ain’t talkin’ money, then nigga it’s fuck you like a prostitute
But if you talkin’ benjamins, I’m cummin’ like an ejaculation
Test me, I empty the whole clip like an evacuation
Money still the conversation, when money talks, I’m all ears
Switchin’ gears, hit the club, then bottles pop like New Years
No fear, gotta rush and chop like I’m from Moscow
Let off five shots with five niggas, I need five towels
Milk the game like five cows ’till money’s sittin’ in five ‘Pal’s
If I get caught and go to trial, I’m pleadin’ amendment five now
If you a witness, I’m takin’ you out of the game like you got five fouls
Watch your back, cause I-O-U like three of the five vowels
Fuck that it’s time to switch it up
I’m high as fuck and drunk with a pistol tucked
I’m in traffic just like the morning rush
And I’m the shit, when I hop out, toilets flush
Bo$$

[Hook: Big Scoob]
Doe-Rey-Me
Money minded, motivational
Appetite, I’m insatiable
Don’t blame me
Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga
Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga
Doe-Rey-Me
Raised in it, and I lived in it
No way to win it, but I’m still in it
Don’t blame me
Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
Beast mode, so I feast, nigga

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Listen here, let me teach you something
That nigga livin’ don’t owe you nothing
Block niggas, we come from nothin’
Take these scraps and make ’em somethin’
That’s the way it was told to me
Think about it, it was sold to me
Laughin’ ’bout how these hoes would be
Talkin’ bout how it’s supposed to be
Little buddy, try’na walk’n my shoes
Shed no blood, I ain’t paid no dues
Fuck with me and I’ll fuck with you
Loyalty for just a few
Take this package and distribute
Pay your debts and follow suit
Link up a team, hustlers with dreams
Killer gorillas that’ll die for you
Eye for eye, we ride together
We eat together, we’ll die together
Always, any type of weather
Blood line can never be severed
Blood in, nigga, blood out
We beat these streets ’till they bled out
Beat these streets to the bread count
Get your bread out ‘fore the feds pounce
Work this shit like a nine to five
Hustle, hustle, always keep it in drive
Hustle, hustle, help your people survive
Hustle, hustle, get your piece of the pie
Dream big, nigga, reach for the sky
Many dreams in these gutters have died
Spread your wings and take your flight
Fearin’ nothing, now chase the light

[Hook: Big Scoob]
Doe-Rey-Me
Money minded, motivational
Appetite, I’m insatiable
Don’t blame me
Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga
Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga
Doe-Rey-Me
Raised in it, and I lived in it
No way to win it, but I’m still in it
Don’t blame me
Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
Beast mode, so I feast, nigga

[Verse 3: Boogieman]
Don’t blame me, I’m a product of the painting
A fragment of a faint dream
I’m a song that niggas can’t sing
Forty-one-eleven blam team
Twenty-seven-hundred champion
Still involved with them same niggas that’ll pull up and do the damn thing
That’s all sides, got family ties that’ll all ride
Death dealers in different colors, they my brothers, ya’ll all die
No lie I’m truth tellin’
Got niggas gellin’ cause dudes’ yellin’
Snuggled up to them same people that’d shoot you down and recruit felons
Ya’ll can have it, I’m done with it
Don’t [?] me, follow none, nigga
Do it all for them funds, nigga
I’m turnt up like a young nigga
Best to watch your tongue, nigga
I yank it out ‘fore you done, nigga
That tough talk’ll get fucked off
Touch jaw, and I won, nigga
I pledge allegiance to the people
Power to the unequal, courageously fighting evil
We hustle like it’s the sequel to barely makin’ a livin’
For family it ain’t no livin’, I get it chasin’ my vision

[Hook: Big Scoob]
Doe-Rey-Me
Money minded, motivational
Appetite, I’m insatiable
Don’t blame me
Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga
Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga
Doe-Rey-Me
Raised in it, and I lived in it
No way to win it, but I’m still in it
Don’t blame me
Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
Beast mode, so I feast, nigga

Big Scoob – Soul Musik (H.O.G Album)

[Intro: Siri]
Please choose a playlist
You’ve chosen "Big Scoob’s Soul Musik Playlist’

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Push play, Kansas City’s on blood stones
Natural high, got me vibin’ to these love songs
Switch it up a bit and change the mood to make ya slick
Can’t stop, won’t stop, blood with this shit
Nas told a nigga, "All I need is one mic"
So I listen to the message, made you look at my life
Get ya hustle on, juvie made me go and get it
Slow motion, but as long as I’m in motion with it
Back stab, ’cause the love of money is why they do it
The OJ’s really taught me how to love music
Let the spinners make this ghetto child into a man
The rubber band man, cold handed wanded man

[Bridge: Big Scoob]
I’m in the mood for some sexual healing
My lover is distant, takes to for this feeling
I’ll be your puppet, I’m ready and willing
I’m a stubborn kinda fella, but tonight I’m submittin’

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
From foreplay to gun play, was hadin’ know
Got my Bible on the dash, how I have to row
Then I back your boogie with that Inglewood front
Chicken hawkin’, blood walkin’, Mac Dime’s in the trunk
Now it’s me against the world man look at Brenda’s baby
Dear mama, all this drama got your baby actin’ crazy
Twistin’ up my fingers, but I’m big and back boolin’
Man this YG indignant plus the young blood groovin’
Rock bounce skate vine, Mason said, "Do it mane"
And I lost a few with that one, but I gotta keep it movin’
Since we groovin’, push play on the god of the slaps
Play anything from Rodger man, anything from Zach
To the gooner boom bap, yeah shakin’ down the industry
Freddy Fox to Enemy, I love this nigga’s synergy

[Bridge: Big Scoob]
And the love’s gonna get ya, gonna get ya
Said the love’s gonna get ya
BDP paint it bitches

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold

[Verse 3: Big Scoob]
Miss Patty Uretha(?), from smokey Detroop
MJ, the one way, now switch it to blues
Bessy, then BB, then waters get muddy
Then Eda, then Elmo, then Gayas and Buddy
Sunshine in KC, they told me how to get down
Let [?] get funky, and kill ’em with this new sound
Play that funky music, white boy, tear it down
Welcome to the Terradome, soundin’ how we livin’ now
Wearin’ double [?] bones, lettin’ ’em know I get around
Pocket full of stones, I’m the king of the underground
Knockin’ over buildings in the city with the dog pound
Letin’ ’em now it’s on with my Villains screamin, "Hog style"
Mobbin’ through the bay with the savage, tryna’ be legit
Face twistin’ ugly on my Mac Dre shit
Man, so much music that it’s seepin’ out my soul
And I’m hopin’ that you feel like I feel when I flow

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Such beautiful music (so beautiful)
From deep in my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a beautiful movement
(Oh it’s a beautiful movement)
Such a sight to behold