Kenny Allstar – The One Lyrics (feat. Potter Payper)

[Intro: Potter Payper]
Yo, Kenny
What you saying?
Voice of the streets meets voice of the streets
Fi dem

[Verse 1: Potter Payper]
Get nanny at house in due time
Gyal say I think I’m too nice
Who me? Who I?
Two man up in a [?] ride
Took a fed chase at blue light
Diamonds flash like blue lights
Chucked in the grub like food fight
Done years in jail but it flew by
My dargs on a run in Dubai
I rise up the ting and buck eye (Boom, baow)
If I see my man, it’s na-night
I don’t squeeze on a ting with one eye (Nah)
Put four on you, let it pour on you
Used to do ten toes or four on two
Don’t do drills, it’s more on tunes
I said don’t do drills, it’s more on tunes
Come outside, you don’t want a scene
Touch me, block get quarantined
Got a white gyal from Coventry
Said she wanna tag a quarter key
Said she could do it in record time
And I said “It’s sweet that you thought of me” (Ah, shit)
I said “It’s sweet that you thought of me”
I was with Young [?]
[?] I don’t talk on beats
She wanna dance with the CBT’s
Got Natty with me, got S with me
Came with the whistle like referee
G check where? You can’t question me
Woi, G check where? You can’t question me

[Chorus: Potter Payper]
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Slumdog Millionaire, that one
Training Day on repeat, that one
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Training Day on repeat, that one
Slumdog Millionaire, that one

[Verse 2: Potter Payper]
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
I’ll kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Pagans see me, they don’t want none
G, I don’t owe you, you just got bumped
My young G splashed him, man went cunch
Free LV, man, he’s on some stuff
Free Young Iz, man, he’s on some stuff
Guns get buss, case get buss
When I come home, see my teeth get buff
No more and p*ssyole gloves
Anymore talk, I’m puttin’ on gloves
Me and this wap like-
I was sittin’ outside man’s baby mums
Havin’ evil thoughts, some evil ones
Like, shit

[Chorus: Potter Payper]
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Slumdog Millionaire, that one

Training Day on repeat, that one
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
I’ll kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Training Day on repeat, that one, yo

[Bridge: Potter Payper]
Free FX, that’s bro bro
Training Day 3, no promo
Italian, all of my clothes, woah
Who the f*ck killed Bobby Lupo?
Shit’s gonna send me loco
And all these rappers is hoes, woah (Wait, shit)
All these rappers is hoes, woah
Free FX, that’s bro bro
Training Day 3, no promo
Italian, all of my clothes, woah
Who the f*ck killed Bobby Lupo?
Shit’s gonna send me loco
And most these rappers is hoes, woah (Shit)

[Verse 3: Potter Payper]
And they wanna draw me out (Why?)
Try test my gangster (How?)
White boy with the raps (Real)
Judge said it was a cocaine wrapper
And I just got the block two big macs (Real)
And I want ice in my Fanta
My girl always thinks I’m cheating (Shh)
‘Cause I’m in the car with slappers (Brrt)
Online, seen some mappers
We don’t even talk on bashers
And you know I don’t rock with snitches (Nah)
I guess I’m just too old-fashioned
I used to shoplift in Lidls
I used to shoplift in Asdas
Now it’s all Hattons, Harrods
And my life’s still snakes and ladders (Mazza)
Cah I can’t even trust my shadow
I’ll be the first to admit I’m paro
Cah one minute, everyting ari
Then the next minute, everyting eerie
Now you gotta mention loved ones dearly
That’s where niggas see it all clearly
As a man, it only makes you stronger
Makes you hungry, makes a monster
If I weren’t rapping, I’ll be jacking
Or I’ll be trapping
Save my number, cook this cocaine with amonia
I don’t use no baking soda
Where I’m from, these kids are sick though
Cheff and trip you over
Cheff you down, this ain’t Nickolodeon
I’m in the trap, two bricks of opium, yo

[Outro: Potter Payper]
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Pagans see me, they don’t want none
Slumdog Millionaire, that one
Training Day on repeat, that one
Shit
Who’s that grey don? You know the one
Die
That’s it, boom [?]
Finito
Voice of the streets
Kenny Allstar, my brudda
Gang way
Training Day 3 or die

Dom Kennedy – Free Breakfast Lyrics

[Intro]
Same thing (yeah)
Back and forth
Same thing
Same thing
Back and forth it’s the same thing

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
You love me then you hate me, then you love me (hah)
My eyes ain’t on rap, it’s the country
Shit, Hillary Rodham was the 45th
Until ya’ll let em know niggas true intents
Fuck your advance money, I made her dance for me
Benz ashtray full, I’m half baked
Still can’t believe I crashed the cabriolet
Layed up in the bed watching Training Day
Two gats like Lonzo, take that
You wanna be from LA, you gotta pay a tax
To me I’m brown skin but they call us black
Get caught slippin, you gon’ take a nap
Police ain’t the only one with handcuffs
Dunkin’ on niggas and get the And-One
Yeah, real men water they plants, bruh
Serve free breakfast like a Panther

[Chorus]
You better watch them niggas that’s close to you
And make sure they do what they suppose to do
Cause you know they been thinking bout
Never personal, nowadays it’s the ways

[Recitative: Cuzzy Capone]
Yeah, you know
Everybody come from somewhere different
But at the end of the day, we all in the same struggle

[Verse 2: Cuzzy Capone]
Yeah, daily I be on my paper route
I graduated from that vacant house
I was sellin’ rocks on a dirty couch
Slauson Ave, where motes don’t make it out
I had to hustle back and forth
Making plays off of granny porch
Louboutin sneakers with the khak’ shorts
I’m a product of the street but I ain’t ask for it
My pockets full of dead presidents
All the hating is irrelevant
God’s gift, yeah I’m heaven sent
We risk our life just to pay the rent
You [?]
Part of South Central where they kill men (East Side)
We take a lot of losses but we still win
Nowadays ain’t no such thing as real friends

[Chorus/Outro]
You better watch them niggas that’s close to you
And make sure they do what they suppose to do
Cause you know they been thinking bout
Never personal, nowadays it’s the ways
Yeah
How far you go in life, it’s all based on your decisions
For what it’s worth, keep living
You better watch them niggas that’s close to you
And make sure they do what they suppose to do
Cause you know they been thinking bout
Never personal, nowadays it’s the ways

LUPE FIASCO – High lyrics

See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

It drops without, then without doubt I’m without drought
How else could I spit out ’bout
Spotted backs without alps
Rain delay
What’s that I came to say?
Get it wet like Training Day
With no drain away, you with it yet
They ain’t related
Lupe got him an H and K
Heckler, Kramer way
Rain delay
Aight, nigga, put the game away
You mean like rain delay?
She said, “If I pop it then you gotta pay me”
So I make it rain for the ladies
Off that, skiin’ where my shooters can’t walk at
Of course, we ball with hoes
In the club, I golf that
But ball back, games where it rains and they halt that
We gettin’ cold, better salt that
In my brain, it is stormin’
When it rains, it is pourin’
Spit out ’bout, swat at bats
Commissioner Gordon, [?] sportsman
Your reigns, not important
But I’m Jordan

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

Why I always gotta say it for you?
Why you be as quiet as a DP with an oral
Why on TV it’s adorable?
And greedy it be horrible
Somethin’ somethin’ sword you
It’s like sayin’, look, Duval too tall
Or the cue ball is too small
I make two fall in the pool hall
And my new car a carpool
You all finna call
[?] to fall
Get a new [?]
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
Enough room for you niggas to eat, deep
That’s a keeper homie, whole lot of square foot to sweep
I clean, trampoline, flow lift you off of your feet
Tell your king pass the throne or I’ll kick you off of your seat
Like a drummer, I’ll kick you off from your seat
Like a drum kit, kick you off with my feat

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high

Lupe Fiasco – High lyrics

See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

It drops without, then without doubt I’m without drought
How else could I spit out ’bout
Spotted backs without alps
Rain delay
What’s that I came to say?
Get it wet like Training Day
With no drain away, you with it yet
They ain’t related
Lupe got him an H and K
Heckler, Kramer way
Rain delay
Aight, nigga, put the game away
You mean like rain delay?
She said, “If I pop it then you gotta pay me”
So I make it rain for the ladies
Off that, skiin’ where my shooters can’t walk at
Of course, we ball with hoes
In the club, I golf that
But ball back, games where it rains and they halt that
We gettin’ cold, better salt that
In my brain, it is stormin’
When it rains, it is pourin’
Spit out ’bout, swat at bats
Commissioner Gordon, [?] sportsman
Your reigns, not important
But I’m Jordan

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

Why I always gotta say it for you?
Why you be as quiet as a DP with an oral
Why on TV it’s adorable?
And greedy it be horrible
Somethin’ somethin’ sword you
It’s like sayin’, look, Duval too tall
Or the cue ball is too small
I make two fall in the pool hall
And my new car a carpool
You all finna call
[?] to fall
Get a new [?]
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
Enough room for you niggas to eat, deep
That’s a keeper homie, whole lot of square foot to sweep
I clean, trampoline, flow lift you off of your feet
Tell your king pass the throne or I’ll kick you off of your seat
Like a drummer, I’ll kick you off from your seat
Like a drum kit, kick you off with my feat

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high