Wallflowers

”On To The Next One”
Melodie de: JAY-Z (feat. Swizz Beatz)

Under the spot, under the spot
I got a million ways to get it (uh-huh, geah)
Choose one (choose one, hey)
Ay, bring it back, bring it back (uh-huh)
Now double your money and make a stack
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
(Hold up) Freeze! Ay!
Somebody bring me back the money please, hey
Hov’ on that new shit, niggas like „How come?”
Niggas want my old shit, buy my old albums
Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it moving
Niggas make the same shit, me I make The Blueprint
Came in the Range, hopped out the Lexus
Every year since, I been on that next shit
Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes
Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records
Used to rock a throwback, ballin on the corner
Now I rock a tailored suit, looking like a owner
No I’m not a Jonas, Brother I’m a grown up
No I’m not a virgin, I use my cojones
I move onward, the only direction
Can’t be scared to fail in the search of perfection
Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we sexing
But don’t be mad at him when it’s on to the next one
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please
I got a million ways to get it, choose one
Bring it back, now double your money and make it stack
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please
Fuck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one
And fuck that Auto-Tune cause we on
And niggas don’t be mad cause it’s all about progression
Loiterers should be arrested
I used to drink Cristal, the muh’fucker’s racist
So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade shit
You gon’ have another drink or you just gon’ baby-sit
On to the next one, somebody call the waitress
Baby I’m a boss, I don’t know what they do
I don’t get dropped, I drop the label
World can’t hold me, too much ambition
Always knew it’d be like this when I was in the kitchen
Niggas in the same spot, me I’m dodging raindrops
Meaning I’m on vacay, chilling on a big yacht
Yeah I got on flip-flops, white Louie boat shoes
Y’all should grow the fuck up, c’mere let me coach you
Hold up
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please
I got a million ways to get it, choose one
Bring it back, now double your money and make it stack
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please
Uhh, Big Pimpin’ in the house now
Bought the land, tore the muh’fuckin house down
Bought the car, tore the muh’fuckin roof off
Ride clean, I don’t ever take the shoes off
Bought the jeep, tore the muh’fuckin doors off
Foot out that bitch, ride the shit like a skateboard
Navigation on, trying to find my next thrill
Feeling myself, I don’t even need an X pill
Can’t chill but my neck will
Haters really gon’ be mad off my next deal
Uhh, I don’t know why they worry ‘bout my pockets
Meanwhile I had Oprah chilling in the projects
Had her out in Bed-Stuy, chilling on the steps
Drinking quarter waters, I gotta be the best
M.J. at Summer Jam, Obama on the text
Y’all should be afraid of what I’m gon’ do next
Hold up
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please
I got a million ways to get it, choose one
Bring it back, now double your money and make it stack
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
I’m on to the next one, on to the next one
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please

Compozitori: Kasseem Dean, Xavier De Rosnay, Gaspard Michel Andre Auge, Shawn C. Carter, Jessie Chaton.
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Date de la: Musixmatch

”Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)”
Melodie de: JAY-Z

Check the bassline out, uh huh
Jigga, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Let it bump though
It’s the hard knock life, for us
It’s the hard knock life, for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It’s the hard knock life!
From standin’ on the corners boppin’
To drivin’ some of the hottest cars, New York has ever seen
For droppin’ some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke glock
Fleein’ the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y’all niggas know me to fail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots?
And if you with me, mom, I rub on your tits, and what not
I’m from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Let’s stick up the world and split it fifty-fifty
Let’s take the dough and stay real jiggy
And sip the cris’ and get pissy pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga biggie, baby
You know it’s hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
Nigga Volume 2, y’all niggaz get ready
It’s the hard knock life, for us
It’s the hard knock life, for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It’s the hard knock life!
I flow for those ‘dro’ed out all my niggas
Locked down in the ten by fo’, controllin’ the house
We live in hard knocks, we don’t take over we borrow blocks
Burn ‘em down and you can have it back, daddy, I’d rather that
I flow for chicks wishin’, they ain’t have to strip to pay tuition
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots
All my ballers that’s born to clock
Now I’ma be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot, sleepin’ on futons and cots
To king size dream machines, the green fives
I’ve seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life’s ills
Then I put it down type braille
I’m tight grill with the phony, rappers y’all might feel we homies
I’m like still, y’all don’t know me, shit
I’m tight grill when my situation ain’t improvin’
I’m tryin’ to murder everything movin’, feel me
It’s the hard knock life, for us
It’s the hard knock life, for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It’s the hard knock life, for us
It’s the hard knock life, for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It’s the hard knock life
I don’t know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustling’s still inside of me, and as far as progress
You’d be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y’all lamed out
Didn’t really appreciate it, till the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, x’ed your name out
Put jigga on top, drop albums non-stop for ya, nigga
It’s the hard knock life, for us
It’s the hard knock life, for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It’s the hard knock life, for us
It’s the hard knock life, for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It’s the hard knock life
It’s the hard knock life
It’s the hard knock life

Compozitori: Mark Howard James, Martin Charnin, Shawn Carter, Charles Strouse.
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Date de la: Musixmatch