Kanye West - Take One For The Team Lyrics (ft. Keri Hilson, Pusha T, Cyhi The Prynce)

Here is Kanye West - Take One For The Team Lyrics (ft. Keri Hilson, Pusha T, Cyhi The Prynce) @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Pusha T - Chorus]
Doing my thing, pocket full of green
hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans
your girl a Queen, my girl a thing
you know what though? I’mma take, I’mma take this one for the team

[Kanye West]
I’mma take this one for the team
GOOD music
yeah you know what
I figured out I’m not a nice guy
I shook hands, kissed babies gave it a nice try
you know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids
I hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs
I hate when other peoples crib’s smell like sh-t
I hate when I leave, I smell like the crib
whats the cause of the poor smell?
she said “I just cleaned up baby I can’t tell”
why every ghetto b-tch gotta smell like Love Spell
or that God-damn cucumber bath and body works
I can still smell the sweat the sh-t hardly works
what about Cool Water that sh-t probably worse
is he a classic like the Ladi Dadi verse
and my man probably hollered at the hottie first
I score, he took the charge
ooooh, that sh-t gotta hurt

[Pusha T - Chorus]

[Pusha T]
Nevermind me, ‘Ye have fun
if the cops ask, thats my gun
that’s my weed, anything you need
I’mma take, I’mma take, I’mma take this one for the team
one fat ass, one flat ass
n-gga hit the switcheroo on my black ass
ever seen Joe’s jeans on a jackass
and my b-tch got on tights with a tac ass
I’m a fly n-gga and I carry on
with the bottles of that Rose and Perignon
ever seen how a kingpin carry’s on
dookie chain and a herringbone
real sh-t, gotta feel this
first class flights baby that’s a field trip
double date don’t cooperate, kill switch
f-ck me and my man, you a real b-tch
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[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
Ladies and gentleman
it’s G.O.O.D music in the house
and we got Keri

[Keri Hilson]
All I know you the one that I heard about
know you work your way up through word of mouth
plus I’mma have to test you in and out
it’s a dirty job but sometimes you gotta take it for the team
take it for the team
take it for the team
take it for the team

(I like your mentality baby)

[Cyhi The Prynce]
I’m blowing on stinky that come in a jar
I’m playing with her kitty later come in the car
she a red bone but her cousin is dark
a little out of shape but you’ll f-ck in the dark
until she start complaining ’bout her feet hurt
I’m trying f-ck, she talking she wanna eat first
I’m like why did this b-tch have to bring her
I’m tryna get her back to the nest so I can sting her
so I hit Big Sean on the ringer
I said I gotta chick for you that’d like a singer
on a scale of 1-10 she’s a 15′er
meaner, shoulda seen a n-gga face when he seen her
he said the b-tch wasn’t pretty enough to finger
though on my team she will be a fifth stringer
I said I got the fine one and the beamer
I’m the point guard and I need wing…

[Keri Hilson]
take it for the team
take it for the team
take it for the team

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
GOOD Friday’s,
it’s the n-gga they love to hate
but all the bad model b-tches they love to date
you need to check my swag and get up to date
check check my swag and get up to date
we in the bathroom now, she get her back blew out
she can’t clean but I bet she got a vacuum mouth
and I bet I’m gon sweat her Vidal Sassoon out
her friend buss it, God damn it, bought the Racoon out
for the team, ugh

Like we always do at this time
Like, Like we always do at this time
I go for, I got to….
Like we always do at this time
Like we always do at this time
go for, I go to
Like we always do at this time
Like we always do at this time
Southside, we gon set this party off right
this time,
this time, yeah yeah
Mike Dean on the keys, hey
they love to hate, bad model b-tches they love to date
you need to check my swag and get up to date
check check check my swag and get up to date
ey, its the man they love to hate
but all the bad model b-tches they love to date
they need to check my swag and get up to date
check check check my swag and get, ugh, hey

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JYJ feat. Kanye West - Ayyy Girl Lyrics

Here is JYJ (Jae/Yoochun/Junsu) - Ayyy Girl Feat- Kanye West (The Beginning) w/ Lyrics @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

In your high honour
all over my skin thats art splattered
and everything happened this part mattered
I tattoed your name on my tongue
then my heart shattered
but for effort I get an Ayyy, girl!
So tonight be the VIP guests of JYJ Malik Yusef and Kanye West

Living life like there’s no damn rules
tonight I’m finna hop up in that hotel pool
grab your hand white dress your gone hop in too
get everything that being at the top includes
whats your friend’s attitude, why she so damn rude? huh
tell her smile for a change
if a baller come around, she gone smile for the change
I know they type, I know the life
I know your living your life for the night, another night
ask the city what they got for us
that mean it wasn’t any poppin if it not for us
than isn’t isn’t this all that i said it’d be
I want the best for you, but want better for me, ugh
I paid the price of fame, icey chain
stack my money tall, hide in vain

Let’s do it, Flashing light
Have the time of your life
Living it up for tonight
yeah she living it up for tonight
Ayyy girl, I tried to make you my baby
ayy girl, instead you make me go crazy
just run through me
what have you done to me
Ayy girl, I tried to make you my baby
ayy girl, instead you make me go crazy
Im losing my cool
playing me for a fool
ayyyyyy, ayy, ayy girl
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/jyj-feat-kanye-west-ayyy-girl-lyrics.html

I know your type, I know the life
I know you living your life for the night
another night
I know your type, I know the life
I know you living your life for the night
another night

We’re so high, we touch the sky
you broke my heart, tore me apart
I never lost like this, now its you who’ll miss
like I did give, cause for the night you told me
I’m not the type
falshing lights
have the time of your life
Livin’ it up for tonight
Yeah she livin’ it up for tonight

You came and shut it down
Suddenly you run this town
Wanted to be with you
All I needed was me and you

Now everything is changed
You act differently
You do me wrong
I knew all along

So cold in the rain
Gave my heart in vain
(I’m still in love with you I can’t get over you)

You got me goin’ insane
Get out of my brain
(I’m still in love with you I can’t get over you)

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La Roux - In For The Kill (Remix) Lyrics feat. Kanye West

Here is La Roux Feat. Kanye West - In For The Kill Lyrics @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

We can fight our desires
But when we start making fires
We get ever so hot
Whether we like it or not
They say we can love who we trust
But what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions
And what are feelings without emotions?

I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
Oh I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand
(x2)

I’m going in and I’ma go hard
I mean whats the point if it aint no scars
a little teeth marks
blood on the collar
thats real love …..
she said, ugh
how could you love someone that hurt you, played you, spoke to provoke you?
how could you love someone that burns you, turns you into a werewolf?
and in the moment you might do some things you’re not aware of
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-roux-in-for-kill-remix-lyrics-feat.html
no-ones prepared for the scale of this (?)
and more and more more more drama looking for a score
state you’re looking for a tour
her allure’s more couture, tailor-made
til you screams in rage
I mean uhhhhhm looking out the damn cage
hannibal lector, my ugh american pyscho
an iller version of ike yo
the thriller version of Michael
my recital is as bright as the light show at the Eiffel
a werewolf up in Paris, Im living off your vitals
I mean I’ll be you’re con man, I’ll be you’re damn liar
lets start the interview, I’ll be your vampire
I gotta feel ya, bite ya neck to get familiar
and if ya die, guess what? I’ll f-cking kill ya

I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
Oh I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand
(x2)

Let’s go to war
To make peace
Let’s be cold
To create heat
I hope in darkness
We can see
And you’re not blinded by the light from me

I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
Oh I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand
(x2)

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Kanye West - Don’t Stop Lyrics

Here is Child Rebel Soldier (Kanye West, Lupe Fiasco & Pharrell) - Don't Stop Lyrics @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Pharrell]
Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
the muthaf-cking skateboard P
know ing that your mee lo
playing games like you’re cee-lo
in a tight situation like speedo’s
you can have it your way like Carlito
my n-gga will be happy to give you torpedos
and have you car twisted like a blunt
for you faggot ass n-ggas that like to front
I’m on some BBC bape sh-t
Im on some cake sh-t
in the kitchen with some heat making beats in my apron
you hating and you want to erase it
close your eyes when you know you can’t take it
my flow interupts your homeostasis
I Rolls Royce it on a regular basis
you talk street sh-t sound like sweet sh-t
straight liquorice you n-ggas sound ticklish
80k large for the Hermes dream
coke n crop in all your magazines
hunger strike yourself, look like Deline
Dion, me and my n-ggas like freeyon
you b-tches on my pecan b-tch
she got an ass you can eat on
try to play tough like the leather on a Vuitton
I hit it til I could seat on
try to get her freak on
ask me to R Kelly ya and get pee’d on
I said it aint me maam
that 8 behind me still got the burner
yes the enzo is stilll black like Sojourner
truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth
spittin’ what I did in the booth
I’m out, pooof!

[Lupe Fiasco]
Carrera, raised in a teenage mutant ninja turtle era
water bearer tell the truth I dare ya
ya lie, so eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/kanye-west-dont-stop-lyrics.html
for terror made in america too live
the property of give me my props properly
high off life this high technology, Devry
I rep muhammad ali more like repology
my policy’s not to be dishonestly deprived
so gimme that, gimme that keep going
where my city at, I’m like steak and fries but never die
they wanna ghost face wanna be me but they will (?)
follow me into the after life
that means you going right after I’ve
but I’m the hero so like Jack Sparrow
so some way some how I have survived
ha ha surprised
who is he that we see coming over the tides
in a speed boat, boat load of (?)
all the (?) dress shirted and mastermind tie
hear what happens when rappping and fashion collide
so OMG is the “C” from the C-R-S LOL’ing at you haters
tell your BFF’s like

[Kanye West]
Yes, MR West turn that new child rebel
loud as a badass child level
who need a chorus we through with a tyrannosaurus
tyrone it’s been a year with no phone
could you explain how high is your zone
we’ll take the plane rub his nose in cocaine
there’s hoes in magazines you lame sayin you lame
and for the hating advance pull down your pants
make ‘em kiss both cheeks like we living in France
Diamonds blue, business manager’s Jewish
and if I get sued my lawyers Jews
some girls do, grab the cajonas
say you got enough diamonds to Sierra Leone
brand new ferrari’s I gotta make the donuts
C-R-S is like a hip hop Chris’s bonus
n-ggas is hating on the internet I couldn’t tell
I wass too busy rapping GOOD as hell
I was too busy flying, parasail!
to collect to get the new sh-t that Paris sell
Tarantino, Da Vinche, gettin’ Benji’s, get half off Fendi
half of that’s to Cindy’s
hoped out the spaceship on my Mork and Mindy
popped too many corks to let you dork’s offend me
props in New York but Chi town’s the city
get my citys hoochie’s Gucci, Monica Bellucci’s
all those the real millionnaires
or the bendi’s
so ultra I’m even over Oprah
but let me take your account, haha no sir

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Lloyd Banks feat. Kanye West, Swizz Beatz & Fabolous - Start It Up Lyrics

Here is Start It Up Lyrics by Lloyd Banks feat. Kanye West, Swizz Beatz & Fabolous @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Kanye West]
What you gon do?
It's GOOD Music and G-Unit
Ugh
Banks
Loso

[Swizz Beatz]
Ladies and Gentleman
you know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute

[Lloyd Banks]
big blue, cotton city shoe
cuttin' candy crew
hard knock off an Annie loop
off the scoop
play with me, see what the screamy do
my canary shoe,
high beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper meet me, here the proof
all your family do's
menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin flew
my top down, I'm flashing on em
I'm passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
the (?), wanna pay them dues, now it's back to ballin
the raps a foreign dead man, I dip the casket for em
I'm back performing, I bag em
break their back, don't call em
look down on em like (?), Patrick Morning
cash is pourin'
stunt stormin, go this out
camera phones capture everything that pictures dont.
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/lloyd-banks-feat-kanye-west-swizz-beatz.html

[Swizz Beatz]
you know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
(repeated)

[Kanye West]
We keep these G's in an alloy safe
it's stashed(?) in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so I'm gon be at least an hour late
I'm so fresh I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my (?) on your chest b-tch
she said "hey 'Ye"
I said "Yes B-tch"
damn I'm only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
don't take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic'd it
aint nobody f-cking with me, I plutonic'd it
bet I got some slippers on, bet go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I'm pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these b-tches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonite I'm only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said "it's free", I said WOWZER!

[Chorus]

[Swizz beatz]
Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
rock the party
move ya body
wassup, wassup
everybody
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
wait a minute

[Ryan Leslie]
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh

Ladies and gentleman

[Fabolous]
Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
tryna eat, we aint finna wait
where's da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
bad as b-tch in the states, half Spanish half trinidad
complexion Henny state
y'all aint got your business straight, track star, finna state
time is money and I can't afford to be a minute late
it's time to make a movie let the haters watch
diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
my independant chick, I like my ladies Koch
she got an appetite for chicken(?), I guess I place my cock(?)
that soft as tater top, long, try me not
under the wings, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear 'em talking but they aint really living it
your opinions are like (?) so who gives a sh-t

[Chorus]

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Kanye West - Christian Dior Denim Flow Lyrics

Christian Dior Denim Flow Lyrics by Kanye West Ft. Kid Cudi, Pusha T, John Legend, Lloyd Banks & Ryan Leslie @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[John Legend - Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now

[Kanye West]
I’m in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb
(?) she know Cecily Lopez
Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks
If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language
Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls
I wonder how it feel to lower Stones walls
Jessica Gomes, yall, I would damage her
And see, uh Jessica Stam got the stamina
I’m in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve
I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg
Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa
Alessandra Ambrosia, Anja Rubik, get Olga
(?) tell her I’m very single
Abbey Lee, too I’m a freak boo
I’m wylin I’m on a thousand
I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen.

[Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

[Kanye West]
Christian Dior denim flow
I told her I’m tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/kanye-west-christian-dior-denim-flow.html

[Pusha T]
Miami nights on the search for some T and A
Tryna hide what’s obvious to see in me
We conversate a bit about your DNA
And my sandy coloured suits from the VMA’s
Oh oyu was watching, who the f-ck wasn’t
Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen
Yeah 6 grand for a minutes time
Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme
Lets be clear and lets be fair
The best things in music’s being offered here
Its a round table full of bosses here
Still giving you it all like the coffins near

[Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

[Ryan Leslie]
It’s time for a lesson in model behaviour
Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you
Man I can see the flaws to your flavour
Look like ownder woman and still need a saviour
Maybe its a billionnaire maybe its the cocaine
I done seen drugs and money run the whole game
A good girl lost in the city life
Agent Provocateur holding titties right

[Lloyd Banks]
He ain’t Kraft material, champagne for cereal
Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm
Efrock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on
Stuff all my problems in that bong and I’m puffin’ strong
I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone
Must’ve been the liquor talkin’, I’m beggin’ the cups, “C’mon”
Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form
T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler’s poem
My sound’s full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush)
Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Uh)
Nigga, make some money ‘fore you make a comment
I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went?
Prolly dime chicks, whips with a Diddy
Now I’m back like a nine milli, grimy New York City
See me clearly through the storm
The world’s mine, sits pretty in my palm
Sean Don as we continue on

[Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

[Kid Cudi]
N-ggas think they know I’m the guy with the story
They dont really know,
It’s so air frickin women
How can I be better?
I could start with just the basics
Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut
I seem to have forgotten that I’m off the nini
To the people who dont know Cud’, know what?
Rose gold presidential on my boney wrist
Took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner
She got haters, some in the fam made us
But they don’t really matter, we escape em with our paper
“Hey ya”, I’m on my Andre 3000
I’m all good now, a n-gga don’t need no counseling
Woke up in the room and my mojo was active
Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive
Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t
I’m on to the new act, on to my new script
B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching
I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other n-ggas
Do things all before living, haters, copy, I’m the image
Haters, copy, I’m the image

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Chris Brown feat. Drake, Kanye West, T.I., Fabolous & Andre 3000 - Deuces (Remix)

[Drake]
What you mean I ain't call you?
I hit you when I landed
I'm waiting in my hotel room
seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic
yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
but I f-cked you right I will
I f-cked you right I will
I'll f-ck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel
I mean it's part of our relationships, amazing still
I might just put up with the arguing and stay for real
you looking mad, girl for goodness sakes
you with all those curves and me without no breaks
ooh, I'm willing to work it out however long it takes you
you feel like you miss those happy days well girl that makes two of us
Our timing is wrong
your friends always tying up every line on your phone
yeah but tell them b-tches that you'll always be my missus
and the hardest part about the f-cking business is minding your own
uhh, and everytime I try and break it off
we just yell until we tired then I break you off
it's useless all this fighting lets get past it now
even when I throw them deuces you just send it back around

[T.I]
Your wrist and fingers glisten
ice cold like Michigan
eh look at what we living in
here we go with this again
I just keep on talking but I guess that you aint listening
rather run around with them nothing ass b-tches
then, go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney
we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's
deep inside it's killing me
but soon its gon be killing you
to see her in that two seater, now thats gon hurt your feelin's boo
ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me
by now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief
she spoke her piece I know, capisce
so love must be let go, released
into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya peace

[Kanye West]
You know what, yo?
you a b-tch!
you should have a travel agent cuz you a trip
you should make your own toilet tissue since you the sh-t
but all you got is some f-cking issues you f-cking b-tch
I hate (?), but I love your mom
give her a kiss for me, her second son
get your mind right baby or get your sh-t together
you gon be hot a little while
I'mma be rich forever (Amber Rose diss?)
girl seducers, they come in Deuces
when I cut em off they always become a nuisance
n-ggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
he just took my old b-tch and turn it to his new b-tch
hehe. I'm stupid
but I won't get my drama on
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what I'm dealing with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
so when you talk bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin' bout

[Fabolous]
According to my old b-tch I be on some new sh-t
she was on some old sh-t, now I got a new b-tch
think I give two sh-ts
you aint gon do sh-t
meet my two fingers, intro...deuces
if you knew better you'd do better
wanna get the middle finger but I got two better

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
So you gon diss me even though you know it's wrong
know you gon (miss me a little when I'm gone)

[Fabolous]
Drizzy voice, now I'm ghost baby
four door Rizzy Royce
tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
I'm bout my business boys
plus I make paper
come on thats old news
yesterday's paper
oh, you talkin', what about?
if it aint high keep you studded out
you might as well shut ya mouth
you'll never score another me, I'll shut it out
act like there's gum in your hair girl, cut it out

[Andre 3000]
The farewell email from a female
but I'm a playa, aint gon tell you all the details
what it entails is hard to say like selling seashells
by the seashore, but she's not a bore but neither a whore
who needs to know more
the kind you can't ignore but want to open the door...for,
or run in your favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it aint your's,
I did things for, aint rich aint poor
I want it to do more but hell I just aint know her
well enough to know if this is all she came for
but enough to know tonight excited she came four
times to my cousins house to see if I was there
get ya minds out the gutter man
we out here tryna have a good time
and here I am, all heavy with the words where
somebody thats a nerd, likely fast forward
but sh-t they asked for it
it's hard to throw up them deuces cause when you know it's juicy
you start to sound like Confucius when making up excuses
chase the Cabooses until the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive stop making sad songs

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Im on some new shit
Im chuckin my deuces up to her
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

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Chris Brown feat. Drake, Kanye West, T.I., Fabolous & Andre 3000 - Deuces (Remix)

[Drake]
What you mean I ain't call you?
I hit you when I landed
I'm waiting in my hotel room
seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic
yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
but I f-cked you right I will
I f-cked you right I will
I'll f-ck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel
I mean it's part of our relationships, amazing still
I might just put up with the arguing and stay for real
you looking mad, girl for goodness sakes
you with all those curves and me without no breaks
ooh, I'm willing to work it out however long it takes you
you feel like you miss those happy days well girl that makes two of us
Our timing is wrong
your friends always tying up every line on your phone
yeah but tell them b-tches that you'll always be my missus
and the hardest part about the f-cking business is minding your own
uhh, and everytime I try and break it off
we just yell until we tired then I break you off
it's useless all this fighting lets get past it now
even when I throw them deuces you just send it back around

[T.I]
Your wrist and fingers glisten
ice cold like Michigan
eh look at what we living in
here we go with this again
I just keep on talking but I guess that you aint listening
rather run around with them nothing ass b-tches
then, go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney
we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's
deep inside it's killing me
but soon its gon be killing you
to see her in that two seater, now thats gon hurt your feelin's boo
ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me
by now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief
she spoke her piece I know, capisce
so love must be let go, released
into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya peace

[Kanye West]
You know what, yo?
you a b-tch!
you should have a travel agent cuz you a trip
you should make your own toilet tissue since you the sh-t
but all you got is some f-cking issues you f-cking b-tch
I hate (?), but I love your mom
give her a kiss for me, her second son
get your mind right baby or get your sh-t together
you gon be hot a little while
I'mma be rich forever (Amber Rose diss?)
girl seducers, they come in Deuces
when I cut em off they always become a nuisance
n-ggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
he just took my old b-tch and turn it to his new b-tch
hehe. I'm stupid
but I won't get my drama on
lyricsvideoclips.blogspot.com
what I'm dealing with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
so when you talk bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin' bout

[Fabolous]
According to my old b-tch I be on some new sh-t
she was on some old sh-t, now I got a new b-tch
think I give two sh-ts
you aint gon do sh-t
meet my two fingers, intro...deuces
if you knew better you'd do better
wanna get the middle finger but I got two better

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
So you gon diss me even though you know it's wrong
know you gon (miss me a little when I'm gone)

[Fabolous]
Drizzy voice, now I'm ghost baby
four door Rizzy Royce
tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
I'm bout my business boys
plus I make paper
come on thats old news
yesterday's paper
oh, you talkin', what about?
if it aint high keep you studded out
you might as well shut ya mouth
you'll never score another me, I'll shut it out
act like there's gum in your hair girl, cut it out

[Andre 3000]
The farewell email from a female
but I'm a playa, aint gon tell you all the details
what it entails is hard to say like selling seashells
by the seashore, but she's not a bore but neither a whore
who needs to know more
the kind you can't ignore but want to open the door...for,
or run in your favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it aint your's,
I did things for, aint rich aint poor
I want it to do more but hell I just aint know her
well enough to know if this is all she came for
but enough to know tonight excited she came four
times to my cousins house to see if I was there
get ya minds out the gutter man
we out here tryna have a good time
and here I am, all heavy with the words where
somebody thats a nerd, likely fast forward
but sh-t they asked for it
it's hard to throw up them deuces cause when you know it's juicy
you start to sound like Confucius when making up excuses
chase the Cabooses until the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive stop making sad songs

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Im on some new shit
Im chuckin my deuces up to her
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

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Chris Brown - Deuces [Remix] Lyrics

Chris Brown - Deuces [Remix] Feat Drake,T.I, Kanye West, Fabolous, Andre 3000 Lyrics @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Drake]
What you mean I ain't call you?
I hit you when I landed
I'm waiting in my hotel room
seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic
yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
but I f-cked you right I will
I f-cked you right I will
I'll f-ck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel
I mean it's part of our relationships, amazing still
I might just put up with the arguing and stay for real
you looking mad, girl for goodness sakes
you with all those curves and me without no breaks
ooh, I'm willing to work it out however long it takes you
you feel like you miss those happy days well girl that makes two of us
Our timing is wrong
your friends always tying up every line on your phone
yeah but tell them b-tches that you'll always be my missus
and the hardest part about the f-cking business is minding your own
uhh, and everytime I try and break it off
we just yell until we tired then I break you off
it's useless all this fighting lets get past it now
even when I throw them deuces you just send it back around

[T.I]
Your wrist and fingers glisten
ice cold like Michigan
eh look at what we living in
here we go with this again
I just keep on talking but I guess that you aint listening
rather run around with them nothing ass b-tches
then, go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney
we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's
deep inside it's killing me
but soon its gon be killing you
to see her in that two seater, now thats gon hurt your feelin's boo
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/chris-brown-deuces-remix-lyrics.html
ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me
by now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief
she spoke her piece I know, capisce
so love must be let go, released
into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya peace

[Kanye West]
You know what, yo?
you a b-tch!
you should have a travel agent cuz you a trip
you should make your own toilet tissue since you the sh-t
but all you got is some f-cking issues you f-cking b-tch
I hate (?), but I love your mom
give her a kiss for me, her second son
get your mind right baby or get your sh-t together
you gon be hot a little while
I'mma be rich forever (Amber Rose diss?)
girl seducers, they come in Deuces
when I cut em off they always become a nuisance
n-ggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
he just took my old b-tch and turn it to his new b-tch
hehe. I'm stupid
but I won't get my drama on
what I'm dealing with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
so when you talk bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin' bout

[Fabolous]
According to my old b-tch I be on some new sh-t
she was on some old sh-t, now I got a new b-tch
think I give two sh-ts
you aint gon do sh-t
meet my two fingers, intro...deuces
if you knew better you'd do better
wanna get the middle finger but I got two better

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
So you gon diss me even though you know it's wrong
know you gon (miss me a little when I'm gone)

[Fabolous]
Drizzy voice, now I'm ghost baby
four door Rizzy Royce
tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
I'm bout my business boys
plus I make paper
come on thats old news
yesterday's paper
oh, you talkin', what about?
if it aint high keep you studded out
you might as well shut ya mouth
you'll never score another me, I'll shut it out
act like there's gum in your hair girl, cut it out

[Andre 3000]
The farewell email from a female
but I'm a playa, aint gon tell you all the details
what it entails is hard to say like selling seashells
by the seashore, but she's not a bore but neither a whore
who needs to know more
the kind you can't ignore but want to open the door...for,
or run in your favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it aint your's,
I did things for, aint rich aint poor
I want it to do more but hell I just aint know her
well enough to know if this is all she came for
but enough to know tonight excited she came four
times to my cousins house to see if I was there
get ya minds out the gutter man
we out here tryna have a good time
and here I am, all heavy with the words where
somebody thats a nerd, likely fast forward
but sh-t they asked for it
it's hard to throw up them deuces cause when you know it's juicy
you start to sound like Confucius when making up excuses
chase the Cabooses until the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive stop making sad songs

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Im on some new shit
Im chuckin my deuces up to her
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

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Kanye West feat. Drake - All Of The Lights Lyrics

Kanye West - All Of The Lights (Ghetto University) Ft. Drake [Full] w/ Lyrics @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Tony Williams & Kanye West]
All of the lights
all of the lights
all of the lights
all of the lights

[Drake]
aaaaaalright it’s on
I grew up thinking I was wrong
and always said that if they let me in the b-tch
I’d do some damage
I might be out of mind
but if I am it’s just in time
because I got the extra nation so you f-cking understand it man
I’m already show you n-gga what I

[Kanye West]
Something wrong
I hold my head
MJ gone…that n-gga dead!
I slapped my girl, she called the feds
I did that time and spent that bread
I’m heading home, I’m almost there
I’m on my way, heading up the stairs
to my surprise, a n-gga replacing me
I had to take em to that ghetto university
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/kanye-west-feat-drake-all-of-lights.html

[Chorus]
all of the lights
lights, flash lights, spot lights
strobe lights, street lights
all of the lights
all of the lights
flash lights, strobe lights
thug lights, rock lights
stripper lights
(all of the lights)

[Kanye West]
Restraining order
can’t see my daughter
her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order
public visitation
we met at Borders
told her she take me back
I’ll be more supportive
I made mistakes
I bump my head
courts suck me dry
I spent that bread
she need a daddy
baby please, can’t let her grow up in that ghetto university

[Chorus]

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Kanye West - Lost In the World Lyrics

Lost In the World Lyrics by Kanye West @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

I’m lost in the woods,
I’m out of my mind,
And if I Go,
To slow down some,
I’m lost in the woods,
I’m out of my mind,
If I’m going to still,
Slow down the time,
I’m lost in the woods,
I’m down on my line,
I’m building a city,
Down the tide,
I’m lost in the world,
I’m down my whole tide,
I’m losing the city,
And im down for the time,
Down for the time say shes down for the night,
I’m never lonely no,
Down for the time,
I’m lost in the world,
I’m down for the time,
I’m new to the city,
Down for the night x3

Your my devil,your my angel
Your my heaven, your my hell,
You’re my now, you’re my forever,
You’re my freedom, your my jail,
You’re my lies your my truth,
You’re my war you’re my truce
Your my questions your my proof
Your my stress your mama’s shoes
Mama say mama say mama gos-an
Lost in this plastic light,
Let’s break out of this fake ass party,
And turn this into a classic night,
If we die in each others arms,
We’ll get layed in that afterlife,
And if we die in each others arms,
We still get layed yea,
I’m lost in the woods,
Running for my life,
I’m down on my mind,
I’m new to the city,
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/kanye-west-lost-in-world-lyrics.html

Down for the night,
I’m lost in the world,
I’m down on my mind,
Im new to the city,
And im down for the night,
Down for the night [x3]
Ya oh wow [x5]
Who will survive in America?[x4]
I’m lost in the world,
I’m down on my mind,
I’m new to the city,
Down for the night,
I’m lost in the world,
I’m down on my mind,
Im new to the city,
And im down for the night,
Down for the night [x3]

Hey oh wow oh [x5]
Woahwoah [x2]

Alright I’m gonna have you do on the sideline,
And the new words held are revolution,
And people don’t want to hear the preachers spill or squeal,
And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey,
Youngsters who were programmed to keep fucking up,
Thinking Paul revere and mat turner as the good guys,
America stripped from bed and we had not opened up our eyes,

The signs of truth are tattooed upon our vagina,
We learned to our amazement the untold tale of scandal,
2 long centuries in a rusty vault hosed down daily with gagging perfume,
America was a bastard a illegitimate daughter of the mother country whose legs were spread around the world and a rape as known as freedom,
Democracy liberty and justice were code words, for the (bubbling x4)
In the mother countries crotch,
What does Webster say about soul?
All I want is a good home and a wife and kids,
And some food to feed them every night.
After all is said and done,
Build a new route to china if they’ll have you
Who will survive in America? [x5]

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Kanye West - Touch It Lyrics

Touch It Lyrics by Kanye West @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin’ from miles around
See they be comin’ ’cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin’ the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin’ and tryin’ to give me a pound
I don’t really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin’ the ******* strippin’, throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that’s the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That’s when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin’ and shorty open, she beastin’ it out
For the record, just a second, I’m freakin’ it out
While she tryin’ to touch, see, I was peepin’ it out
She turned around and was tryin’ to put my **** in her mouth
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/kanye-west-touch-it-lyrics.html

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin’ it and doin’ it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin’ it swell
Tryin’ to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin’ my cell
Can’t get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It’s crowded mami, move it along
If you know you ’bout it then get to removin’ your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that’s where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
‘Cause we consistently reppin’, see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin’ the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I’m back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin’ the kid, I’m close to strap
‘Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up
Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin’ the strip
Lot of mami’s is dancin’ and they shakin’ they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

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Kanye West feat. Raekwon, Swizz Beatz & Mos Def - Lord Lord Lord Lyrics

Lord Lord Lord Lyrics by Kanye West feat. Raekwon, Swizz Beatz & Mos Def @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Swizz Beatz]
This is something special
This is something new
This is something special
This is something new

[Chalrie Wilson]
Lord Lord Lord

[Mos Def]
The power of observation
marvells and frights, its strange delights
attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties
ecstatic patterns in the calender design
wilderness tours guided by and for the blind
cool rulers standing still sweating through the shade
who knew those lights only grew bright to fame
dead wrong pageantry lottery and games
slight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
the carnival till bell will hustle for the age
they clutch what they covet but what must they give away
who was uninvited who was asked to come and stay
surprise it’s your life its your business anyway so please
pardonly and such curious minds
peace safe passage, precious time
hither and gone, the day of days
(?) this tiny stone illuminated by a star far gone
only star so large, many more
to make our largest star show small
furthermore the end is not the end no stop but I’m pausing
what we can witness is all that isn’t all
(?) scotch and pork chops
the passion, expansion the order of the random
see the dreamers see the sleepers
(?) sweet jesus and life on Earth
seek heaven first
let put in this work

[Charlie Wilson]
Lord Lord lord
Lord Lord lord
This is something special
This is something new

[Kanye West]
Her heels set the mood
where did you acquire those are liars
when I met you I heard Jesus bells, strings and a choir
I got lines better than n-ggas albums, plural
king of the urban make your sh-t sound rural
she said I hit it so deep she need an epidural
them other n-ggas have you looking like a squirrel
and thats nuts, I only hang around with white boys that like black sluts.
tell em Plain Pat yo that track sucks
we aint dissin’ you between the position you play something for us to listen to
I’m tryin’ to worry about my scratch minus the crabs
I aint stopping for you n-ggas like yellow cabs
i got scripts so why we need a movie
and if I’m a douche than put me in your coochie
I swear they should have never gave these n-ggas loosely
and excuse me if I’m trapped by the boobies
boobie trap, holla back
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/kanye-west-feat-raekwon-swizz-beatz-mos.html

[Swizz Beatz]
AK on the lap like whats that
clik clak
this is something special
this is something new

All white Bentley I call that momma
my life crazy like Obama’s
you talk slick well I’m Osama
Bin Laden, whats happenin’ I get it crackin’
all black carpet, Ima rich yeah
its gonna take you a couple years to get this here
thank AP while they thank me
and I’d be mad too if you aint me
call me Mr D’s or Mister boss
see me riding clean in a Rolls Royce
n-ggas talking funny that’s old money
n-ggas looking crazy but they acting funny
nowadays rappers, they like bloggers
you see me I’ma a bank (?)
coming through your hood and I brings trucks
with 25′s on it like what the f-ck
hundred feet and better why they f-ck you stick
paparzzi on the water, why the f-ck you stick
my face got the f-ck you pricks
my beats go hard like f-ck you d-cks
pourin’ champagne damn thing
sit there rockin’ sway n-gga in the damn ring
aint a damn thing, money aint a damn thing
ask Yeezy and most we do the god damn thing
get down to the precious lovers

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]
Ayo open glass on my fingers
I sit back like I’m caged but still cakin’
my n-ggas is hatin’
it’s like being in the livest Lambo in the hood
you a piece of steak I’d rather be that than some bacon
every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw
that why I wear a big hat and roll weed
gone if you don’t know where you came or when you came
all you know is weed and cocaine
non believers no game
I’m zooted down, rollin’ a spliff
maxin’ flamin’ like wheres the attraction
I’m son he’s attracted
guaranteed to service the real n-ggas
or cruisin’ in a Volvo
duffy for dolo
puffy polo
that blow house is where I reside
live amongst fiends, countin’ currency hittin’ blunts
only to hear the door rumble
grab the four hope it aint the law
or maybe some n-gga tryna score

[Charlie Wilson]
Lord Lord Lord
Lord Lord Lord
Lord Lord Lord
(repeated)

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Kanye West feat. Common, Kid Cudi, Pusha T, Big Sean & Charlie Wilson - Good Friday

(Kanye West)
Party people in the place to be
You are now in the midst of a real MC
Throw your hands in the air if you real as me
Oooooooooooh

(Kid Cudi)
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

(Kanye)
Such an easy mornin’, we on a ride
And I’m feelin’ smooth as the way the Benz drive
Turn the radio down if they playin’ that bullshit
They don’t want black people to think at trial
He think he live

(Common)
He think he live, he think he cold
He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode
Eyes low’d, I let the skies hold the thoughts
The streets are like the high road that I go across

(Kanye)
I mean, my whole team ’bout to smash the streets
The Phillip Lim remind them that it’s Fashion Week
And the weather wasn’t barely hot
Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?
Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, yeah, forever we hot
Motherfucker, are you ready or not?

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

(This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop)
(Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!)
(This goes out to the allcore hip-hop)
(Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!)

(Pusha T)
As ‘Ye flips the piano
The mood swings like the change of a channel
He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel
Sellin’ kilos through your iPod nano
Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal
Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury’s handle
Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires
Ice cream paint job, somethin’ like Breyers
Euro tank top, Dior inspired
Sell it to you hard, no assembly required
(Eyuck!) I’m 2012 in 2010
Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz
Floss for the members of the gang with 28
While haters wish death ‘pon me, that’s many men
Yeah, and if you slaim you on your paper route
Stop talkin’, motherfucker, pull your paper out

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

(Big Sean)

Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right
Don’t worry, we gon’ be here all night
And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside!)
Westside, Westside!
So te-te-tell who the freshest of ‘em all?
They claimin’ that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls
A nigga seen the fresh like I’m headed to the fall
MC hunting season, putting heads up on the wall
I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft
Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers
I guess that’s why in school, my grades went from As to Bs to Cs
All over double Ds, I be absent all week
This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for
Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door
Hold on: That’s the girl you gave a wedding ring?
Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything

(Charlie Wilson)

And let me hear you say ahhhh
Va-va-va-va-va-va
Va-va-va-va-va-va

Let me hear you say ahhhh
Va-va-va-va-va-va
Va-va-va-va-va-va

(Kanye)

Ay, we promised

Now put your hands up to the sky
Until the day in that we die
And we’ll be here all evenin’
G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

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Kanye West feat. Common, Kid Cudi, Pusha T, Big Sean & Charlie Wilson - Good Friday

(Kanye West)
Party people in the place to be
You are now in the midst of a real MC
Throw your hands in the air if you real as me
Oooooooooooh

(Kid Cudi)
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

(Kanye)
Such an easy mornin’, we on a ride
And I’m feelin’ smooth as the way the Benz drive
Turn the radio down if they playin’ that bullshit
They don’t want black people to think at trial
He think he live

(Common)
He think he live, he think he cold
He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode
Eyes low’d, I let the skies hold the thoughts
The streets are like the high road that I go across

(Kanye)
I mean, my whole team ’bout to smash the streets
The Phillip Lim remind them that it’s Fashion Week
And the weather wasn’t barely hot
Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?
Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, yeah, forever we hot
Motherfucker, are you ready or not?

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

(This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop)
(Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!)
(This goes out to the allcore hip-hop)
(Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!)

(Pusha T)
As ‘Ye flips the piano
The mood swings like the change of a channel
He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel
Sellin’ kilos through your iPod nano
Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal
Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury’s handle
Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires
Ice cream paint job, somethin’ like Breyers
Euro tank top, Dior inspired
Sell it to you hard, no assembly required
(Eyuck!) I’m 2012 in 2010
Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz
Floss for the members of the gang with 28
While haters wish death ‘pon me, that’s many men
Yeah, and if you slaim you on your paper route
Stop talkin’, motherfucker, pull your paper out

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

(Big Sean)

Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right
Don’t worry, we gon’ be here all night
And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside!)
Westside, Westside!
So te-te-tell who the freshest of ‘em all?
They claimin’ that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls
A nigga seen the fresh like I’m headed to the fall
MC hunting season, putting heads up on the wall
I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft
Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers
I guess that’s why in school, my grades went from As to Bs to Cs
All over double Ds, I be absent all week
This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for
Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door
Hold on: That’s the girl you gave a wedding ring?
Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything

(Charlie Wilson)

And let me hear you say ahhhh
Va-va-va-va-va-va
Va-va-va-va-va-va

Let me hear you say ahhhh
Va-va-va-va-va-va
Va-va-va-va-va-va

(Kanye)

Ay, we promised

Now put your hands up to the sky
Until the day in that we die
And we’ll be here all evenin’
G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

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Kanye West feat. Pusha T - Runaway

(Kanye West)

And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong
You been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags!
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let’s have a toast for the jerkoffs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

She find pictures in my email
I sent this girl a picture of my dick
I don’t know what it is with females
But I’m not too good at that shit
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hoodrats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that’s what I’m good at

And I always find
Yeah, I always find
Yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong
You been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

Run away from me, baby
Run away
Run away from me, baby
Run away
… I get crazy
Just run away
… I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can

Run away from me, baby
Run away
Run away from me, baby
… to get crazy
Why can’t she just run away?
Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can

(Pusha T)

24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it
Now pick your next move, you could leave or live wit’ it
Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin’ top off
Split and go where? Back to wearin’ knockoffs, ha?
Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off
Let’s talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
Hoes like vultures, they wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can’t blame ‘em, they ain’t never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes wit’ a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can’t accept the basics
Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I’m just young, rich, and tasteless
P!

(Kanye)

Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know it did damage
‘Cause the look in your eyes is killin’ me
I’m guessin’ you’re at an advantage
‘Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don’t know how I’ma manage
If one day you just up and leave

And I always find
Yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong
You been puttin’ up with my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

READ MORE - Kanye West feat. Pusha T - Runaway

Kanye West feat. Pusha T - Runaway

(Kanye West)

And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong
You been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags!
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let’s have a toast for the jerkoffs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

She find pictures in my email
I sent this girl a picture of my dick
I don’t know what it is with females
But I’m not too good at that shit
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hoodrats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that’s what I’m good at

And I always find
Yeah, I always find
Yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong
You been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

Run away from me, baby
Run away
Run away from me, baby
Run away
… I get crazy
Just run away
… I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can

Run away from me, baby
Run away
Run away from me, baby
… to get crazy
Why can’t she just run away?
Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can

(Pusha T)

24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it
Now pick your next move, you could leave or live wit’ it
Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin’ top off
Split and go where? Back to wearin’ knockoffs, ha?
Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off
Let’s talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
Hoes like vultures, they wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can’t blame ‘em, they ain’t never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes wit’ a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can’t accept the basics
Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I’m just young, rich, and tasteless
P!

(Kanye)

Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know it did damage
‘Cause the look in your eyes is killin’ me
I’m guessin’ you’re at an advantage
‘Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don’t know how I’ma manage
If one day you just up and leave

And I always find
Yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong
You been puttin’ up with my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

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Kanye West - Runaway Lyrics

Runaway Lyrics by Kanye West feat. Pusha T @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

(Look at you x 14)
(Look at you x eight)
(Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen)
(And I want to show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight)
(And I want to show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight)
(And I want to show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight)

And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

She find pictures in my email
I sent this girl a picture of my, hey!
I don't know what it is with females
But I'm not too good with that, hey!
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hoodrats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that's what I'm good at

See, I always find
And I always find
Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
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R-r-ru-ru-ru-run away
Run away from me, baby
(Look at, look at, look at, look at you)
Run away from me, baby
(Look at you, look at you, look at you)
Run away
Run away from me, baby

(Pusha T)

24/7, 365, Jenny stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it
Now pick your best move, you could leave or live wit' it
Ichabod Crane with that Lamborghini top off
Split and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs, huh?
Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off
Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
(Inaudible) Wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can't accept the basics
Plenty bitches in the baller-player's matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich, and tasteless
P!

(Kanye)

Oh
I haven't fucked in so long
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
(Ladies and gentlemen! )
Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

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Kanye West - Devil In A New Dress Lyrics

Devil In A New Dress Lyrics by Kanye West

I love it, though
I love it, though

[Chorus]
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan
I mean, a .... did a lot of waitin'
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation

[Verse 1]
May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
In that magic hour, I seen good Christians
Make brash decisions, oh, she do it
What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it
She puttin' on her makeup, she casually allure
Text message breakups, the casualty of tour
How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off
Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you're stuntin' on a Jumbotron
I'm lookin' at her like, this what you really wanted, huh?
Why we arguin' anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime

[Chorus]
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan
I mean, a .... did a lot of waitin'
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation

http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/kanye-west-devil-in-new-dress-lyrics.html

[Verse 2]
When the sun go down, it's the magic hour
(the magic hour)
And out of all the colors that fill up the skies
You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up
Throwin' shit around, our whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase and he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, took a seat
I ordered the jerk, she said, "You are what you eat"
You see, I always loved the sense of humor
But tonight, you shoulda seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen of Dior own
That's Diorome, not Dior, homie
The crib's Scarface, could it be more tony?
You love me for me, could you me more phony?

[Outro]
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation

Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evenin'
Cat got your tongue?

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