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Kendrick Lamar - The Recipe (Lyrics)

"The Recipe"
(feat. Dr. Dre)

[Sample: Twin Sister - "Meet The Frownies"]
Smoking weed with you...
Cause you taught me into...
[Repeats]

[Dr Dre:]
Every morning when I wake up
Uh, money on my mind
Good times and get caked up
Sunshine coming through my blinds, I'm living but
Really though, it's never enough
10 million, that's a must
Living in California, everybody wanna visit for...

[Hook:]
Women, weed and weather
They come for
Women, weed and weather
For the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the
Women, weed and weather
Women, weed and weather

These niggas'll kill for that
Put it in your grill for that
Still everybody gotta build for that
Me, I make mills off that
How the fuck ya'll can't see I ride
When I drive, down the block and you look outside
H-A-T-E in your eyes
I enter big money for the enterprise
It's a beautiful day I guess
For a bitch to roll with Andre I guess
Roll it up, baby gonna lift that dress
Then roll it up for me when I'm stressed

[Kendrick Lamar]
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin'
But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living

[Hook:]
Women, weed and weather
They come for
Women, weed and weather
For the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the
Women, weed and weather
Got that women, weed and weather
Yo, it sound clever, come and play
Wha-Wha-what more can I say
Welcome to LA

[Kendrick Lamar:]
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some
3W's only for a three day run
Bitch, take the motherfacking panties off you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control
Let it breath
I control, California living til I am old
You want to be one, to peak on the chart
So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
She in the coupe cause she in the neon
Cause she on the BS before we can start
Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga
Let 'em know the priority order me
Hennessy, and for my niggas OG Killa
Call it Jason Vorhees, boy he,
On his job, boy he sure be havin' them marks on they marks
Pretty bitches and tyre marks
Let 'em inhale the pipe exhausts
Let 'em reveal how much it cost
For this life controlling my price
No way hell no, uh uh
If I'm wrong than I wanna be right
You want to be one, to peak on the chart
So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault that it's 82 degrees
And my top peeled off

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin'
But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living

[Hook]

[Dr Dre:]
Known for that homegrown where I come from
Smoke one, palm trees
Double D's got 'em topless in the sun
I shall proceed, that's me, motherfuck your opinion
How many ways am I killin' 'em
Shit, right around a billion
We on it, that mean we living for the moment
That mean she'll fuck til the morning
Time and I got time and I know that I'm in a position of controlling anything
I buy that ocean, I'm a boss I'll buy that ocean
Ain't nobody fucking with this

[Kendrick Lamar:]
They want that shit, they often fiend
I give it to 'em but in between, my time
I gotta tie shoestrings
Life's a trip when you want these things
I often slip and then I lean towards 3 W's and life
You know blow job need an application
Eating pussy make appetite
And yeah my type, I like 'em brown
Just like my drink, the fuck you think
I don't fuck with' no hand me downs
See if you fuck than it's after me
You know how much I'm a make it work?
You know her dress, living in her purse
When you discussed your love for lust
Just make sure you visit here first
Cali

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin'
But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living

[Hook]

Kendrick Lamar - The Recipe (Lyrics)
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Kanye West - Siiiiiiiiilver Surffffeeeeer Intermission (Lyrics)

[Max B]
Yeezy, Yeezy, what's good?
It's your boy Max B, what's going on?
Just checking in on you
Appreciate the love and support
The wave is here
You a wavey dude anyway, so you already know
Ain't no problem, man, the game...
You already know how this game thing goes
Do your wave nigga
You got the official wave man
Just, just doing you...
Doing you, doing your wave
And keep it loopy, I know you're going to keep it loopy man
Shoutout, just shout you out
Hollering at you man, it's all love
I appreciate the... the energy
And we here, hit the town, we do something big
We gonna make a big tsunami up in the joint
You already know what it is, ahh

[French Montana]
Silver Surfer
Silver Surfer in the flesh
[Max B laughing]

[Max B]
Silver surfer in the flesh
Max B shoutout to Yeezy
What's good, I see you
It's love, appreciate it
It's honor, appreciate it
Ugh, wavey, baby, yeah

Kanye West - Siiiiiiiiilver Surffffeeeeer Intermission (Lyrics)
Engineered By: French Montana
Appearance By:

J .Cole - Wet Dreamz (Lyrics)



[Produced by J. Cole]

[Intro]
Cole, Cole world, yeah
Let me take y'all back man
As I do so well

[Verse 1]
Wasn't nothin' like that
Man, it wasn't nothin' like that first, time
She was in my math class
Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass
Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes
The teacher always got mad so we passed notes
It started off so innocent
She had a vibe and a nigga started diggin' it
I was a youngin' straight crushin' tryna play this shit cool
But a nigga couldn't wait to get to school
Cause when I seen 'em thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her
Got me daydreaming, man what
I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it
Make it hard for me to stand up
As time goes by, attractions getting deeper and
Wet dreaming thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin'
I want it bad, and I ain't never been obsessed before
She wrote a note that said "You ever had sex before?"
Damn

[Hook]
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, nooo
I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no

[Verse 2]
I wrote back and said: "of course I had sex before" knowing I was frontin'
I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowing I was stuntin'
But if I told the truth I knew that I'd get played out, son
Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one
But, she don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me
"Oh you a pro homie? Well I want you to show me
My mama gone for the weekend
So Saturday baby we can get to freakin'
That's when my heart start racing and my body start sweatin'
Baby, you done woke my lil' man up
I'm thinking how that body look naked when you laying on the bed
Teacher, please don't make me stand up
I wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan"
Still trying to play it cool, sound like the man
But I was scared to death my nigga, my stomach turning
Talking shit knowing damn well I was a virgin, fuck

[Hook]
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, nooo
I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no

[Verse 3]
You know that feeling when you know you finna bone for the first time
I'm hoping that she won't notice it's my first time
I'm hoping that my shit is big enough to fuck with
And most of all I'm praying, "God don't let me bust quick"
I'm watching pornos trying to see just how to stroke right
Practice putting condoms on, how it go right
I'm in her crib, now a nigga palms sweatin'
With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection
That's when my hands start touching and her face start blushing
And a nigga roll over on top
And then she get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbing
On me, ooh girl don't stop
It's time for action: pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced
But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said
"I wanna get something off my mental
I can tell you're a pro, but baby be gentle, cause..."

[Hook]
Cause I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, nooo
I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no

J .Cole - Wet Dreamz (Lyrics)

Sch - Fusil (Lyrics)

[Couplet 1]
Elle voit la taille de mes jouets
Evidemment qu'j'suis joueur
J'ai plus peur d'échouer
Noyé dans des larmes de douleur
Tes diamants, sèche-les
Quand elle brille tout là-haut
Elle nous voit j'réalise à quel point l'ciel est beau
J'ai les mains sur une crosse, le teflon sur le dos
Dans l'vent et la braise on a grandi
Mais j'veux mourir près de l'eau
Hein, faut qu'j'la sorte du coma, avec ou sans lovés
Stoppés par l'temps, l'égo, l'amour du mauve
J'cause au mur j'entends dans ses murmures qu'j'ai mis son cœur en lambeaux
Hier encore t'avais mon nom sur les lèvres
Depuis l'aube t'es plus la même
Où qu'on aille tu m'as dit aimer c'est pas le tout
Rien n'est à moi, rien n'est à nous
Ma santé pour un SMIC, j'préfère crever riche et solo
Teille j'zone ivre, crosse celui qui s'met devant
Ma vie dans un disque, mon son dans ton bando
A nos morts, à nos restes en photo
Te-tê haute, nés pour mourir debout
On affrontera quand même
J'ai oublié comment vivre
Tant qu'le soleil s'lève avec ou sans love
Tant qu'mère n'est pas sauve
J'suis parti j'ai pris des risques
Mais j'vais pas revenir pauvre
J't'e l'ai dit j'tiendrai promesse
Tu m'as pas vu changer l'fusil d'épaule
J'ai du temps j'ai peu sommeil
Ma gorge nouée, mes peines en chiffre
Si tu m'entends j'suis entier
J't'ai dit chérie attends moi j'suis en guerre
Tu m'attends, tu m'perds
D'puis longtemps j'le savais j'ai vu clair
Laisse tomber j'ai plus mal
J'parle à la Lune j'vois ton reflet dans l'eau

[Refrain]
Tu m'as pas vu changer l'fusil d'épaule
Tu m'as pas vu changer l'fusil d'épaule
Tu m'as pas vu changer l'fusil d'épaule
Tu m'as pas vu changer l'fusil d'épaule

[Couplet 2]
Quand les regrets reviennent
J'repense et j'tourne en rond
Jamais plus je n'te dirai bébé reviens
Tant pis pour le reste j'ai pas tourné ma veste
Tu t'es sentie seule dedans
Quand le temps passe les plaies s'estompent
On oublie pas on vit avec
A nos morts, à vous
Gouache sur les phalanges violent
J'ai grandi j'ai plus les mêmes hantises qu'avant
J'ai choisi de le faire à leur détriment

[Refrain]
Tu m'as pas vu changer l'fusil d'épaule
Tu m'as pas vu changer l'fusil d'épaule
Tu m'as pas vu changer l'fusil d'épaule
Tu m'as pas vu changer l'fusil d'épaule

[Couplet 3]
J'affronterai quand même
Tant qu'le soleil s'lève
Avec ou sans love
Tant qu'mère n'est pas sauve
J'suis parti j'ai pris des risques
Mais j'vais pas revenir pauvre
J'te l'ai dit j'tiendrai promesse
Tu m'as pas vu changer l'fusil d'épaule
J'ai du temps j'ai peu sommeil
Avant d'm'avoir dit je t'aime
M'as tu dis je t'aide
Va de l'avant réalise tes rêves
Père et mère vieillissent
La meilleure ou la pire chose qui m'arrive
Ce qu'elle me donne
J'en veux plus j'allais mal t'as joué l'aveugle

Sch - Fusil (Lyrics)

Kanye West - 30 Hours (Lyrics)

[Intro]
Baby lion goes
Where the islands go

[Verse 1]
You say you never saw this comin', well you're not alone
Million dollar renovations to a happy home
My ex says she gave me the best years of her life
I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right
I wake up, assessin' the damages
Checkin' MediaTakeOut
Pictures of me drunk walkin' out with a bitch
But it's blurry enough to get the fake out
I wake up, all veggies no eggs
I hit the gym, all chest no legs
Yep, then I made myself a smoothie
Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie
Chicago - St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago
Ándale Ándale E.I, E.I, uh, oh
You had me drivin' far enough to switch the time zone
You was the best of all time at the time though
Yeah, you wasn't mine though

[Hook]
But I still drove 30 hours
But still drove 30 hours to you

[Verse 2]
I remember rappin' for Jay and Cam
Young producer just trying to get his flows off
I remember being nervous to do Victoria Secret
'Til I pictured everybody with their clothes off
Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition
I'm drivin' with no winter tires in December
Skrrt skrrt skrrt like a private school for women
Then I get there and all the Popeye's is finished, girl
You don't love me, you just pretendin'
I need that happy beginnin', middle and endin'
Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago
It's gettin' hot in hurr, that's all that I know
Got a hotel room, 3 stars for you
You call down for an omelet
Girl it's 5 in the morning
You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria
Only thing open is Waffle House, girl don't start with me
I used the Western Union for you like it's no prob
Cause you was in college complainin' about it's no jobs
But you were suckin' a nigga's dick the whole time
Well I guess a blowjob's better than no job

[Hook]
And I drove back 30 hours

[Bridge]
Were remains that long to lose sad
Better unsaid
Always turn, oh

[Outro: Kanye West + Andre 3000]
3 Stacks, can you help me out?
30 hours
Yeah, this the type of shit you ride out to
30 hours
30 hours
I just be like, it was my idea to have an open relationship
Now a nigga mad
Now I'm 'bout to drive 90 miles like Matt Barnes to kill...
30 hours
Just to kill..
Just to...
Just to...
I'm about to drive 90
90 miles like Matt Barnes just to whoop a nigga ass
It was my idea and now a nigga
30 hours
Now a nigga mad, now a nigga, uh
A stunna
Whoop him after school just to show I got class
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh
Duh-duh with you, yeah
30 hours
You know what I'm sayin'? Drop some shit like that
Ay, woop him after school just to
30 hours
Whoop him after school just to show I got class
Uh, 3 Stacks
30 hours
30 hours
Just ride out to that
Check it out, this the bonus track, this the bonus
My favorite albums just have like bonus joints like this
That's why they kick it off like this
Just did that Madison Square Garden
30 hours
Had to put the flyest nigga on this shit
The pyramids shall rise
30 hours
Look at all these Ultralight Beams flowin'
For all the moms, dads, the kids, the families that shared this moment with us
Let's rock out for 'bout
30 hours
You know, ay you know
Ay, you know, ay, you know
30 hours
Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team
Remember when the whole block'd get shout out?
This my version of a shout out track
30 hours
Let that mothafucka rock, let that, let that, yeah
To my brother Yasiin, holding it down in Africa
30 hours
To my family, thank you for holding me down
The media be after us
*Phone call*
That's Gabe calling
Yo Gabe
I'm just doing a... just doing an adlib track right now
What's up?
30 hours

[Produced by Mike Dean, Kanye West & Karriem Riggins]

Kanye West - 30 Hours (Lyrics)
Written By: Kanye West, Pharrell Williams & Drake
Appearance By: André 3000
Additional Production by: Noah Goldstein
Engineered By: Mike Dean, Anthony Kilhoffer, Noah Goldstein & 1 more
Vocoder: Mike Dean
Mixed By: Andrew Dawson

Kanye West - Real Friends (Lyrics)



[Produced by Kanye West/sample by Frank Dukes and
Boi-1da/drum programming by Havoc]

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Real friends, how many of us?
How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends
It's not many of us, we smile at each other
But how many honest? Trust issues
Switched up the number, I can't be bothered
I cannot blame you for havin' an angle
I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing
Hope you're doin' your thing too
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
Fuck the church up by drinkin' after communion
Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined
In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'?
Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom
I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you not the problem
Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday
Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place?
When was the last time I remembered a birthday?
When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry?

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime
Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime
Even when we was young I used to make time
Now we be way too busy just to make time
Even for my...

[Hook: Kanye West + Kanye & Ty Dolla $ign]
Real friends
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him

[Verse 2: Kanye West + Ty Dolla $ign]
I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was
Couldn't tell you how old your son is
I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg
Plus I already got one kid
Couldn't tell you much about the fam though
I just showed up for the yams though
Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister
Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business
You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit?
Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with
Please don't pressure me with that bill shit
Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children
Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me
Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me
It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries
To be honest, dawg, I ain't feelin' your energy
Money turn your kin into an enemy
Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be

[Verse 3: Kanye West + Ty Dolla $ign]
Lookin' for all my real friends
How many of us? How many of us are real friends
To real friends, 'til the reel end
'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin
To 3 A.M., callin'
How many real friends?
Just to ask you a question
Just to see how you was feelin'
How many?
For the last you was frontin'
I hate when a nigga text you like, "what's up, fam, hope you good"
You say, "I'm good" I'm great, the next text they ask you for somethin'
How many?
What's best for your family, immediate or extended
Any argument, the media'll extend it
I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on
Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him
Real friends
Huh?

[Hook: Kanye West + Kanye & Ty Dolla $ign]
Real friends
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him


Kanye West - Real Friends (Lyrics)
Kanye West

Artist: Marina & The Diamonds
Song: Lonely Hearts Club
Album: Electra Heart (Bonus track)