King & Queens (feat. Wale & Nas) - Tyga

[Sample from Memoirs of the Traveler" by The Jaggerz] [The Game] Second floor my hotel im rollin up bout to blaze And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes As our days about to pass and them days in the past He set my mind free so my mind free at last So much that I don't even drink from a fuckin glass Id rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast Didn't understand a dream of a king now do the math Coincidentally on your birthdays I ditched the class Cuz the younger me, dumber me was chasin the cash Chasin the ass, low life with his face in the grass Ridin home from school in front of the bus Not even thinking bout how Rosa Parks done it for us How she stayed behind bars and she done it for us And she stayed behind bars till she won it for us Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face Cuz Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face... [Sample] [Nas] Uh Word up Game Standing at the pue panoramic view of the seating Greeting, I've been meaning to do me some letter reading, to the King He forever breathing your messages never leaving Some of your homies, phonies I should say it when I see them Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors, jerks Some should never be allowed in Ebenezer Baptist Church, in Atlanta Some people be patient I know this ghetto grammar But im a street dude normally I just speak rude Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate killed him Noble peace prize winner they duplicate the feelin As a kid I aint relate really, I was sayin Dreams speech jokingly Till your world awoken me First I thought your were passive, soft one who ass kissed I was young to be honest, I was feelin Mohamed I aint even know the strength you had to have to march You was more than just talk you were the first real Braveheart We miss you Feels like King be in me sometimes... [Sample] [The Game] The word nigger is nothing like nigga Don't sound shit alike like Game like Jigga One came before the other like aim and pull the trigga One is slang for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture The rope aint tight enough, he still alive go fix it Pour some gasoline on him, call his daughters black bitches Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen The same cotton in white tees that's the cotton they was pickin If Dr. King marched today would Bill Gates march? I know Obama would but would Hillary take part? Great minds think great thoughts The pictures I paint make the Mona Lisa look like fake art I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela Cuz when it rains it pours I need Rihannas umbrella For Coretta Scotts tear drops When she got the phone call that the future just took a fuckin head shot I wonder why Jesse Jackson didn't catch him before his body dropped Would he give me the answer? Probably not [Sample]

Ghetto, uh, uh Ghetto (ghetto) Ghetto (ghetto, yeah) Ghetto, yeah (ghetto) Uh Ghetto mythologies colonize my mind constantly I shine sonically in the Chi, divine comedy I vibe consciously to override suicide inside Honestly 'cause they don't wanna honor me and honesty Black king poetic with Nat King's aesthetic Half-dream, half-machine where a black queen's get naked For a dollar from a scholar like me Not at all bothered by what outsider might see Flippin, a thousand grams get dissolved in the kitchen Heart wrenchin', part played, took away from my ascension Crooked ways brought from car lookaways from tooken Js But it's too late for your prevention 'cause I'm playin' my position I'm the man now (man now, man now, man now) I'm the man... now I'm the man... now If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now Not the man then keep your mother fuckin' hands down (man now) I'm the man... now Uh Killer friends, dope dealers concealing sins Sin and swim in my trunk like jumps deeper ends We the gems, your daughter, we'll teach her hymns From the annals of crime channels that dismantle Her once so we can mend, send 'em back, a livin', I'm feelin' trapped We know religion but brimmin' with brilliant facts, so we map Cast distorted role of a lady with No control, let it go, hold onto baby I wanna see it all, never half asleep some niggas can't see the walls 'Cause of the masterpiece my data breach like hacker leaks Delete the McAfees and slam the backdoors in back of me Social engineer appears too ready to give her chat to me, happily Actually activated off accolades of my apogee and act yakkity Then deeply speak it back to me, then move it further We can have a junta or a jurgar I smurf it and spoof the server, reboot and produce a cursor I'm a man now (man now, man now, man now) I'm the man... now I'm the man... now If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now Not the man then keep your mother fuckin' hands down (man now) Ghetto, ghetto, I'm the man... now Deny the service and a little blue from the boycott Advertise rum, space available on my toy box But no sleepin' on me, dig deeper than reachin' shorties Scheme for giant green, getting CREAM sweeter than bein' corny Know the difference between bein' in love and bein' horny Bein' hated, bein' human, bein' a teen but bein' forty They like to get 'em young like I'm Brigham's son Be more man that my attitudes, no ladder rather have a youth Like the OGs pullin' Benzos out They make 'em put they pussies out like Fred Flintstone's house Heart blacker than the back of Fred Flintstone mouth I may be more like Baba Kwesi, take the Timbo route To be a man now I'm the man... now I'm the man... now If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now Not the man then keep your mother fuckin' hands down (man now) Ghetto, ghetto, I'm the man... now From the ghetto, oooh Ghetto From the ghetto (ghetto) Ghetto (ghetto, ghetto) From the ghetto Ghetto (ghetto, ghetto) Not goin' down on the edge of ghetto When we gon' bring back God to the ghetto? You're the man now You're the man now You are the man now You the man You're the man now (now, now) Whatchu lookin at? Huh, whatchu lookin at?

In a di whole Ghana, Da girl dem a link up Bandana,(da maker da maker) Shatta waleeeeeeess!!!! Some call mi da godfada In a NBT wi a ride Hammer Nima a mi Yarda Korle Gonnor godfada Big up every youth aahh Every Ghetto youth aahhhh Every ghetto girl weh no say mi a Number one Dancehall king In a di whole Ghana Di girl dem a link In a di whole Ghana Shatta movement ting In a di whole Ghana Money makers ting In a di whole Ghana Dancehall king In a di whole Ghana Di girl dem a link In a di whole Ghana Shatta movement ting In a di whole Ghana Money makers ting In a di whole Ghana So mi open it wide like encarta Mek dem kno say sm still toppa That's why di girl dem luv Shatta Like Bob marley bun dem like ganja So mi never fala fashion cash wi still badda Speed dem up cah mi kno dem can drive ya Dancehall a mi ting wi nuh watch biter No say mi is a nite rider So wi never wanna roll wif some fool faker Better kno, mi is a educator Say pumpum mi luv girl dem a mi flavor Mi nuh watch wha do cah mi still a di... Dancehall king In a di whole Ghana Di girl dem a link In a di whole Ghana Shatta movement ting In a di whole Ghana Money makers ting In a di whole Ghana Dancehall king In a di whole Ghana Di girl dem a link In a di whole Ghana Shatta movement ting In a di whole Ghana Money makers ting In a di whole Ghana Tick tock buss mi a buss Ting set lost dem a lost Long time nobadda cross Wi still got di title so wi nuh worry Every pretty girl shake body Cah di tune jus a hit n wi never copy Shatta movement champagne poppin S.M Nuff gyal dem calling So wi nuh stop Still got di map Mi say seek mi a seek And a knock mi a knock Any man try, then mi lick shot Poh!! poh!! lyrical... Dancehall king In a di whole Ghana Di girl dem a link In a di whole Ghana Shatta movement ting In a di whole Ghana Money makers ting In a di whole Ghana Dancehall king In a di whole Ghana Di girl dem a link In a di whole Ghana Shatta movement ting In a di whole Ghana Money makers ting In a di whole Ghana So mi open it wide like encarta Mek dem kno say sm still toppa That's why di girl dem luv Shatta Like Bob marley bun dem like ganja So mi never fala fashion cash wi still badda Speed dem up cah mi kno dem can drive ya Dancehall a mi ting wi nuh watch biter No say mi is a nite rider So wi never wanna roll wif some fool faker Better kno, mi is a educator Say pumpum mi luv girl dem a mi flavor Mi nuh watch wha do cah mi still a di... Dancehall king In a di whole Ghana Di girl dem a link In a di whole Ghana Shatta movement ting In a di whole Ghana Money makers ting In a di whole Ghana Dancehall king In a di whole Ghana Di girl dem a link In a di whole Ghana Shatta movement ting In a di whole Ghana Money makers ting In a di whole Ghana

Aye. Who that in the Lambo? That's the Last King boy, haan? Last King Records takin' over for the 2016 'till forever I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna Rolex, mo' sex T-Raww, gon' flex Bad bitches Ass, chest Rich niggas, no stress Smoke when I wanna Ball when I wanna Fuck who I wanna Everything a hundred My cars diamond diamond Still minks in the summer Ice in my grill Tattoos on my stomach Yeah, she break it down Break break it down I'm in the court Talkin' chat, choppers style Yeah that choppers style Chit chat choppers style We lived a lot Nigga we on a loud Ugh private jet Bubble legs Super famous don't need no press Imma hot boy shout out Weezy baby If your man is low Nigga, you should pay em I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna Homie we talkin' a lot She be frontin' a lot Wanna pull up on the block Bitches rubbin' their twat I'm in the car with a vibe Yeah that car goes a lot Now she fuckin' a lot Yeah we fuckin' a lot Now she rubbin' my cock Yeah we hug in the block Put your face in my watch Yeah that's chrono watch All ice I got hella how's believe me Tell 'em bitches pimpin' ain't easy I'm on top with the top down One knock with the sugar and I'm sauced out I'm hot now Played with fire, I ain't never drown Ballin' out number 1 With assist now Big hits, mo' rich New car, new bitch I'm a hot boy, free B.G Free to Carter V, let your streets eat I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna

Uh-oh I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) You know how many bitches thugged out off the liquor? Straight tequila shots, so it's fuckin' up my liver Shoutout 800, that's my motherfuckin' hitter That's my killer, that's my dawg, that's my motherfuckin' nigga Nigga, we ain't friendly, we don't conversate with opps On that gang shit, but we done made it off the block Fuckin' on your bitch, she was actin' like a bop That's why them busty niggas hate me, off top Fuck Clark Kent, we ain't into savin' hoes We be playin' with money, y'all playin' with y'all nose My bitch rich, she gon' pull up in a Rolls With that Off-White on and some all white toes Lamborghini black, Maybach and a Rari' Westside shit, might pull up on Harley T-Raww got the snow bunnies goin' gnarly House niggas, y'all ain't never outside, sorry I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) I don't fuck rats no more, I'm at the top (top) Send me the addy, you know it's gon' pop (pop) Bitch, take a look at the sip and don't flock (flock) She bouncin' on my dick, man, this bitch got hops Uh, money in my palm and her pussy got my hand on it Got a lil' tired, then I-, (what?), put my man on it Trampoline green, how the bitch just land on it? Treat the beat like a treadmill, how I ran on it Dun-dun, dun-dun, da-da-dun-dun Niggas don't sleep, I'm a beast where I'm from Popped in a Tesla, put it on her tongue (ugh) Platinum in my teeth and it cost a honey bun (sweet) Jack in the box, tell these clowns that it's up (it's up) Niggas actin' tough (tough), I'ma call bluff I ain't talkin' 'bout the DJ, but I had enough (nigga) And this ain't for the radio, keep this shit rough, nigga I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid)

Walk up on this bitch with a hundred grand Two rollies on my arm, another hundred grand Bitch, let the money burn, nigga no tan Got a young bitch, fucking doing what she can she can! Pop killa King Kong killa' T-Raw the real deal thrilla in Manila Make a bitch pop (pop) Pills 'till it's dinna' She a fucking nympho, that's why I fuck with her Whistle while you twerk pussy singers all up in the club throwing up middle fingers If you try snitch turn a bitch to a hanger Lay your shit out, now you're planking, you're planking I'm saying! One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name She don't give brain, that's a damn shame I don't find the shit funny like soul plane Put ice on my wrist like the shit is praying I'm just riding around getting it... two chains Last King, Y.M.C.M gang Everything dope bitch where the Novocain Bitchs saying I'm the bomb, oh man Blow the pussy up, heir to the sex game! Roll 8, make them bitches bend they back for laxed she gonna spaz Make a scene like she act Act stupid take a cab, oh you broke, oh your bad? I don't cuff hoes they just follow my command I'm saying One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name Lift that ass up, up And bring that ass down, down Bring that ass up, up Shake that ass to the ground One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name

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Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Ah, yeah bitch make it nasty Tongue on the throat while the other bitch gaggin' Bottles in the basket pills in the plastic She gonna do drugs but we don't do acid Fuckin' on the mattress, hear the bed spring Ain't nothin' better, it's the best thing Got a China bitch, straight from Beijing Pussy so tight all she do is scream Oh, bend it over make it touch your toe I like how she make it go around around the pole Hoes, ah, open close I like when my bitches don't wear no clothes Is hot up in this muthafucka' we, we, we low Gangstas in this muthafucka we got this ho T, T, T-Raw when I walk in the door Bitches they know, yeah bitches they know, ah Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Ah, yeah nigga I'm a star Stack some black you can use the black car Pull up, hop out, vallet the car 'Bout to go big got bitches galore Tippin' on this bitch, just drop it to the floor I like blowjobs she could be my employee (back it up) And I put it in her back door now it's lights out (lights out) like Roy (Roy) Jones, Jr., T-Raw the ruler, slicker than a gold patch gold chain cubic Poke til it's bruisin' dick on punta gimme gimme chocha get it like OJ, ah Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty Clap, clap, clap that ass make it nasty Clap, clap, clap that ass make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty