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GOD.

Kendrick Lamar

DAMN.

2017

This what God feel like, yeah
Laughing to the bank like aha, yeah
Flex on swole like aha, yeah
You feel some type of way then, aha, yeah

Ever

bank account is in the red
Ahahahaha 
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda
It’s like a jungle sometimes with all

for my bruda
Get money with my bruda
Rob a bank with my bruda
My bruda, my shooter
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
My bruda, my shooter

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

wanna go to my big ass home
(Big ass home) where my big ass mattress I
Spend them bands on (Bands on)
Keep declining the shit
She calling my damn phone

the bank, blow the deposit

Hit the gas, I'm on they ass, I'm leaving everything behind me (behind me)
Got bands and bank accounts, I was just hidin' cash

Yeah It’s a hurry pull your zipper down on life (On life)
Niggas ain’t fucking right shooting more straights like we got in the bank account (Bank

action
Balance my spoon and fork
Even if I gotta move you out
My life mhm
Even by force
I only take force
If you mess with my resource
I've been

(dig me?)
I'm well connected ghetto accepted, very respected
These ignorant motherfuckers measure you by your necklace (damn)
Fuck what's in your

I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib

I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib

the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright

be rolling through the streets
In a beamer bomber like Hiroshima
Hit you like Katrina 'til they like
"Damn Gina!" (Damn)
I eat MCs like fast food,

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Maximum Rap 12": The Original Maxi Single Collection

1997

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

Bottega's
Cartier Frames
Nigga I'm Shameless
Pardon my
Pardon my
Pardon my bank bitch
Pardon my bank bitch
Niggas talkin shit
But they ain't shit
My

and who you shoot
You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
(Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But Dre Day only meant Eazy's

Real Muthaphuckkin G's

Eazy-E

It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa

1993

and who you shoot
You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
(Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But Dre Day only meant Eazy's

dawg shit)
Bankroll hold my pants, get me up (come here)
Stand up, they couldn't tell, 'cause all these hunnids damn near stuck (bah-bah-bah)
Ridin'

more ball and chains
Except the food on the plate, the gas in the tank, and the money in the bank
Won't a damn thing change
If I was rich, I'd pay every

the fifth
I read the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I could shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow

Don't act like you care about me, don’t act like you care about me
Saved by the bell

Fuck it, you only live once (Woo)
[?] down the pipeline (Ayo)
'Cept

Don't act like you care about me
Don’t act like you care about me
Saved by the bell

Fuck it, you only live once (Woo)
Done with all the stuntin' down

Bitch we made it
God damn
Bitch we
Ay ay
Bitch we made it
Goddamn
Ay ay
Bitch we made it
Goddamn
Bitch we
Ay hey
Bitch we made it
Ay ay ay ay ay
Pull

need bands bussin' out the bank
Look he ain't sail his ship, so the shit sank
Wait nigga you a bitch, pussy where ya' rank
12 ask me sign my name, damn