Сайт фанатов группы «КуБа»

Oh no, here we go again
Fighting over what I said
I’m sorry, yeah I’m sorry
Bad at love, no, I’m not good at this
But I can’t say I’m innocent
Not hardly, but I’m sorry
And all my friends, they know and it’s true
I don’t know who I am without you
I got it bad, baby
Got it bad
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
No, you ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
And I hope I never see the day
That you move on and be happy without me
Without me
What’s my hand without your heart to hold?
I don’t know what I’m living for
If I’m living without you
All my friends, they know and it’s true
I don’t know who I am without you
I’ve got it bad, baby
I got it bad
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
My heart’s like
No, you ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
Everything I need
Is standing in front of me
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah
Through the ups and downs
Baby, I’ma stick around
I promise we will be alright, alright
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
Everything I need
Is standing right in front of me
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah

[Intro: Blu]
What’s up star, we know who you are
What’s up star, we know who you are
What’s up star

[Verse 1: Blu]
Sometimes, it feels like I’m gone with the wind
So I’m blendin’ in with the breeze
I’m speaking out again, please bear with me
I’m zonin’ out, once the snare hits me
‘Cause niggas be ice grillin’
I feel these [?] fit me like gloves
These mean mugs and screwfaces
Got me taking nigga serious [?]
Whatever Blu laces
Reminds you of the West like Chucks with blue laces
The old and new Lakers
I’m showing you a older Blu in hopes that you embrace it
Like a soldier do with gauges
Molding you through pages that I wrote for you
Laid it in the vocal booth
Pressed it up and sold it to the places that you goin’ to
In hopes that you would take it, play it over and over
So you get high with it and you feel it when you’re sober
You can cry to it, sister, my shit’ll get you over
My niggas ride with it, turn it up a little more
And show the world, and boys and girls sing along
It’s a song of liberation, keep faith and stay strong
Show the world, boys and girls sing along
It’s a song of liberation, keep faith and stay strong, allstar

[Chorus: ?]
You shine [?] you’re blindin’ ’em
There’s no crime in being fly [?]
Most these niggas won’t get it
You gotta go get it
Baby you’re a star
In the sky [?]
Ain’t no time for bein’ shy or nothin’
Everybody can’t live it
You gotta stay with it
Know that you’re a star

[Verse 2: Blu]
I shine like stars in all weather conditions
Whether storm they glistening, I’m be spittin’ till they mention me

[Intro: Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
Huh?
We got London On Da Track
It’s Guwop
Huh?
It’s Gucci
21, 21
Huh?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’
Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & (?)]
Huh?
How you gone play D, you can’t even take D
Too many fake me’s
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
Ballin’ in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas
I’m the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it’s him again"
I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris
Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me
Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me
She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It’s Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Young Thug]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
We got London On Da Track

[Intro]
(Ness on the beat)
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
What the fuck I’m supposed to say? Ayy

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Hold up, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gon’ say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just might make 100K, yeah
If they put a price on me, I’ll double what they pay, yeah
They say they don’t like me, give a fuck ’bout what they say, yeah
I could take your bitch and make you think about what you say, yeah
I’m gon’ put her in a leg lock like MMA, yeah
I’m gon’ let her give me head twice if she don’t say shit
If she ever turn sherm on me then she basic
Couple bitches had to swerve on ’em, I updated
You pulled up with her, she ain’t leave with who she came with
She deserve better, you’s a bird, you’s a wasteman
Fuck a umbrella, change weather in my spaceship
Diamonds dancing, I’m two-stepping with my bracelet
So, get the fuck up out my face
I’m just on my way to get this money and I’m late, okay
In the strip club throwing twenties like "I’ll be okay"
100k a day, trap booming like an 808

[Chorus]
Yeah, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gon’ say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy

[Verse 2]
Hold up, talking shit don’t ever get to me
When they see me now, they’d better have that same energy
In abandoned houses, in and out, it wasn’t shit to me
When you see me now, don’t try to act like you remember me
Then look at me now, bitch I’m drowning
And my hoodie Saint Laurent, it’s a thousand
And we come straight out the Bronx so we wildin’
Shoutout BK, free Bobby and free Rowdy
Free my nigga V12, holla if you see 12
Febreze, believe me, it’ll cover the weed smell
I probably got 3 mill, sitting in my email
So much on me, they second guessing what we sell
So much money on me, fuck it if it’s dirty money
Cause I earned it, you get murked if you come searchin’ for me
When the police pulled me over, I had 30 on me
What the fuck I look like with less than 30 on me, nigga?

[Chorus]
Yeah, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, yeah

[Outro]
I’ll make her say a’
I’ll make her say a’
I’ll make her say a’

Pt. I

[Intro]
Hands up, officer don’t shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won’t loot
We may never understand each other it’s no use
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through

[Verse 1]
Black boy, black boy, we ain’t gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don’t like the sight of you
Pull up on the side of you
Window rolled down, profiled
And then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably coming from the dope house
We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you’re hiding that Heidi Klum on you
And you’re on another drug charge, homie, it’s back inside for you
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true pistol drew right at you we be delighted to unload it
In your bedroom, walk up, and lay that taser in the side of you
What the fuck am I gonna do?
I keep telling myself keep doing like you’re doing
No matter how many lives you ruin
It’s for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one’s ever indicted you
Why?

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
Nobody can tell me shit ’cause I’m a (big rockstar)

[Verse 2]
Black boy, black boy, we don’t get your culture and
We don’t care what our government’s done to fuck you over, man
Don’t tell us your attitude’s a result of that
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at
Why you kicking that soda can?
Pull your pants up
We bought to roll up, and
Throw your ass in the van, cuffed
You don’t have to know our plan or what our intentions are
Our guns are close to our chest
You better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
And you’ll get shot in the thyroid, ’cause you might die, boy
We fighting a crime war
Here come the swine
Tryna’ clean up these streets from all these minorities
That’s why we call them pigstye’s for
They’re like eyesores to police
Talk to you like you’re a piece of trash
Feels like we’re stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts, and
Get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins
It like we’re drifting back into the 60s
Having black-skin is risky, ’cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-American’s have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it’s been embarrassing to be a

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
Nobody can tell me shit cause I’m a (big rockstar)

Pt. II

[Verse 3]
Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner
Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can’t escape my circumstance
I’d rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it’s better to describe banter
But that’s life
Strapped, ’cause we’re strapped financially
And can’t find answers
We’re applying for McDonald’s
It seems like the only franchise that’ll hire, so how can we have higher standards
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence
But acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes wack lives madder
At cops and cops madder
And that’s why it’s at a stalemate
Can’t arrive at a compromise so it’s Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops
The block is our backyard offices
Not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop
And bad cops fuck it up for good cops
And man, stop, sending white cops, into black neighborhoods
‘Cause they ain’t acclimated to ’em
Like that’s the way to do it
Who’s seen some fuckin’ videos of rappers waving guns
And no nobody black so they act afraid of us
And that’s racism
Fear to the black face gives them
A subconscious racist
Wait, why is there black neighborhoods?
‘Cause America segregated us
Designated us, to an area
Separated us
Section-eight’d us
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
And education sucks, every days another
Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids, but can’t escape
The sirens
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies
In
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence
And we’re trapped in, these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil’s face
Lions, tigers and bears oh my! More like billy clubs and
Gats
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause
We’re black
"But you kill each other, facts- you peel each
Others caps, for silly stuff like hats”
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
While people with nothing to lose shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck is the boots?
And streets act as a narrator
Don’t gotta read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that just to be black, you better be strapped, with a derringer- or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
‘Cause no one overseas, these cops, and
Always see some B charges
We see them beat Rodney King and got off
So we don’t need all your crooked police peace officer offerings
Just keep marching, til’ we reach congress
But they gonna say you’re tying to take an irrational stance cause you try to slander the flag
But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kapernick tantrum if you don’t stand for the national anthem
We raised it, you better praise it or you’ll be made to feel like a traitor, we’ll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Home of the bravest still, racist spills
So the whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that it was foundation on based on united states ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner to a piece of cloth that represents the land of the free that made people slaves to build