YG – Keshia Had a Baby Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: YG]
Yeah
This song right here about a girl named Keshia
I know we all know a girl named Keshia
If you don’t, listen to this

[Verse 1: YG]
Young Keshia, so fly, so diva
So wise, so eager, so hot, high fever
Everybody in the hood wanna taste her, she was teasin’
Everybody thought they had a chance with it, she wasn’t easy
She knew the Earth was made of dirt
Daddy wasn’t around but she knew her worth
You ain’t have to tell her cross her legs when she wore a skirt
Life goal’s to be a lawyer or a nurse
She let Ray hit it at 18 years young
Them grown-up bums had Ray sprung
Everybody knew she was the one
She ain’t fuck with lil’ boys since dun-dun-dun-duns
Photogenic, she knew her angles, huh
Everybody shot they shot from different angles, huh
Lookin’ in her eyes, you saw angels, huh
You would’ve swore she was an angel, huh

[Chorus: YG & Rose Gold]
Keshia had a baby (Pretty Keshia)
Keshia had a baby (So fly, so diva, so wise, so eager)
Keshia had a baby
Keshia had a baby (So hot, high fever, she was teasin’)
Keshia had a…

[Verse 2: YG]
Ray was a young boy when Christ start comin’ ’round
Chris was playin’ ball so she couldn’t turn him down
He was full of game, she got hers from her mama
Ray was lame compared to Chris, but Chris came with the drama
Mama always said she was Michelle, she need Obama
Mama said don’t settle with no broke nigga, that’s a problem
She ran that same game on Ray, that’s sad
She left Ray for Chris, she in her bag
Now Ray all fucked up, Chris just lucked up
Ray probably suicidal ’cause he really love her
Chris a first round draft pick, he ’bout to blow up
Ray somewhere gettin’ drunk, face on sad pup
Keshia ain’t trippin’, she don’t think ’bout it at all
Months later, Ray seen Keshia pregnant in the mall
Jaws dropped like, “Ahh” (Oh)
Ray was really her dawg and she did him like a dog

[Chorus: YG & Rose Gold]
Keshia had a baby (Keshia, Keshia, Keshia, Keshia, Keshia)
Keshia had a baby (Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous Keshia)
Keshia had a baby (Keshia, Keshia, Keshia)
Keshia had a baby
Keshia had a…

[Verse 3: YG]
Chris finally made it to the league
Chris was scoring thirty points a game, MVP
Twenty mil’ a year, the highest paid on the team
Life was good good, Keshia neck bling bling
Keshia wrist bling bling, Keshia ring bling bling
He was a made nigga with a bad bitch on his team
Couple goals, they was a meme
Anywhere they came, they came clean
This one late night, they was on a date night
Dinner at a beach house, you know that view was hella nice
Then Chris phone rang, it read, “Boo Thang”
Keshia paused like…
“You bitch ass nigga, who the fuck is ‘Boo Thang?’
Where she at? I’ma beat her ass and run her over in this Mulsanne”
He said, “Don’t leave me”
She said, “Fuck you, I’m gone”
He said, “We got a baby, where you gon’ go?”

[Chorus: YG & Rose Gold]
Keshia had a baby (Keshia, Keshia, tell me where you goin’, Keshia)
Keshia had a baby (When they’re dead, you can’t leave ’em, ’cause the baby gon’ need ’em)
Keshia had a baby (you know you can’t leave ’em, ’cause the baby gon’ need ’em)
Keshia had a baby (Keshia had a baby, ooh)
Keshia had a…

[Outro: Rose Gold & YG]
It was what you wanted, huh?
Now you know you fucked up, Keshia
Got a baby that you love
But the baby ain’t enough for Keshia
I was raised to be secure and you know you insecure like Keshia
Now you lookin’ like, “Damn” (Damn)
“Havin’ Chris’ baby ain’t make him love me”
He take care of the kid
Don’t you worry ’bout that bitch
That’s the way they set up with
That’s just how the story is, oh Keshia
What you did to Ray ain’t cool
You left him, that was wrong
And now Ray won’t answer his phone
Drama’s at your door
That’s how it goes
Keshia had a baby

Kris Wu – Wo Xuan Ze De Lu (我选择的路) lyrics

Rénshēng shì chǎng jìshí bǐsài
Liǎng bǎi mài de shísù chōngpò jīngcǎi
Jiùsuàn xià yī miǎo yǒu diǎndiǎn yìwài
Jiāo’ào shì wǒ bù biàn bù miè de zītài
Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Měi gè dòngzuò chéngwéi jiāodiǎn
Wǔtái shàng nà dōu shì fèidiǎn
Wǒ yòng wǒ xuǎnzé de lù
Gěi shìjiè kàn wǒ tàidù
Bù zhuīzhú tǎntú bù zhǔnbèi fúshū
Xuǎnzé yītiáo jiāo’ào de lù

Ràng shìjiè gèng hǎo ràng yīnyuè gèng zào
Ràng wǒmen yīqǐ wéi kuàilè jiān jiào

Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào

Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo ào

Jay Rock – King’s Dead lyrics

Part I

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
Do it bite back, lil’ bitch? Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t’s been ready, my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

Part II

[Intro: James Blake]
Changes
Is you gon’ do something?
What you want?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Boo yaow, boo yaow”
Yeah, God, tee off the day
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, “Off ya head”
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
Fuck integrity, f*ck your pedigree, f*ck your feelings, f*ck your culture
Fuck your mom, f*ck your family, f*ck your drive
Fuck your land, f*ck your children, f*ck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars

Injury Reserve – What’s Goodie (feat. Cakes Da Killa) (Floss Album)

[Hook:]
Yup, what’s goodie
I’m the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
You should get to work, get busy
Do it until it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
Imma make you work, get busy

[Verse 1: Cakes Da Killa]
Yo, let me talk my shit
From a college dorm to suite in Chile
Getting drink tickets in my Mishka hoodie
To a Mac sponsor just to up my pretty
Fees is changing so I’m high sadity
Avoiding fake fuckers who claim they fucking with me
Dick riders trying to match my witty
Had to cleanse my palate appetite too picky
All this Henny in me got my mood all pissy
Foreign labels keep me feeling frisky
Steady hating, what’s the ishy?
I’m the MVP so bitches cannot bench me
Groupies on me when I’m in they city
Bet you want this lifestyle cause it sounds so kinky
Feeling cocky, iced out the pinky
And if you kiss the don don’t leave no hickies
Yup

[Hook]
Yup, what’s goodie
I’m the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
You should get to work, get busy
Do it until it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
Imma make you work, get busy

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T & Steppa J. Groggs]
Yup, what’s goodie yo
Been the hottest round since a nigga ate Cheerios
Parker flipping shit like his ass Rey Mysterio
619! Ya that use to be the area code
Now a nigga been all around like a Mary-go
Turn this shit loud if you hear it on the stereo
A nigga about to go Jose Canseco
Ya a nigga about to go Jose, shit’s scary yo
Remember when they were like “Oh shit you on the radio!”
Now these niggas like “Oh Groggs? That nigga’s very old”
We be like, “Chill out nigga hear me out”
You just mad there’s only 10 likes on your video
But there’s like 20 niggas standing in your video
How that work out? That’s a 50/50 ratio
You just that bad nigga you might have to let it go
And that hairline nigga you might have to let it go

[Hook]
Yup, what’s goodie
I’m the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
You should get to work, get busy
Do it until it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
Imma make you work, get busy

[Bridge:]
What’s goodie
My city
Got plenty
My city
Get busy
Get busy
Get busy
What’s goodie

[Verse 3: Ritchie with a T]
Yup, what’s really good
I’m the hottest motherfucker in my neighborhood
Even if I came to yours, I probably would
Ok maybe not if you live in Hollywood
I might pull up, I might skirt off
In the Pathfinder with the Birks on
Or the 4Runner with the Hares on
And your girl still mad I cut my hair off
Cause it’s Ritchie with a motherfucking T
I got a classic tape, plus a degree
Ok not yet, I got another year
I’ll have another classic plus my Grandma’s cheers
I ain’t trying to be no motherfucking engineer
I’ma get my mom a crib with a rap career
And a 6 series make the roof disappear
So she can never say “There ain’t no fucking room in here”
Yup

Skippa Da Flippa – Dat Way

[Intro: Skippa Da Flippa]
Woah
(30 you a fool for this one)
Oh you going dat way huh?
Woah
Woah
Flippa!

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Skrong nigga
They say you tell it well you wrong nigga
Zero, zero, zero comma, triple zero figures
Kyrie Irving in the paint [?]
I’m like nino in the pot the raw right in the middle
Dat way
Paint the Benz coupe matte grey
Snap ya’ cap like it’s hat day
Save a fifty for a bad day
Ball cappin’ I’m the MVP
Skrong nigga no Hercules
Rubber band it as I count the G’s
Pour a four just to get some Z’s
House that I dreamed of
I don’t trust 12 so i bought a nina
Only talk money I think my demeanor
I love the money like Martin love Gina
I’m a ride it to the roaders
Don’t stop he try pull you over
I think the real should get closer
And I won’t live looking over my shoulder

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]
I play for keeps don’t never mix [?] I’m strong like a gymnast
White on white M and I had to tint it
So much [?] you would think I was the chemist
The snakes are closer than you think
Pearl perfect be the paint
I’m having birds off the [?]
Shooter shoot faster than you blink or think
You better look our for your brother he shouldn’t need if you really love him
I’m true to loyalty and I thank my mother
She say stay together and watch over each other
I love the way the money feel
I’ve been stacking up blue bills
Big house fuck a hill
And I’m going dat way I mean it for real
See a, fifty bands on top of fifty bands
I’m a take my time you a mini man
Sticks on sticks like the Taliban
Now they need me I used to be the six man
Dat way
Dat way
Pick up the backend’ on Saturday
Ties and offerings Sunday
Get back to the money on Monday

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Wasatch Front (The Letter O Album) letras

[Hook]
Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

[Verse 1]
Got to college me and mama had to setup the dorm
Shortly after got the first tat on my my upper arm
Hit the volley ball game yea that welcome was warm
She crying driving off time to weather the storm
First day I stumbled in teacher hand us the syllabus
I’m Dame from east Oakland I don’t know if I’m feeling this
The notice the temperament right away
Wonderin if I should stay
In my heart I know that this the right move for nicer pay
They ask me Dame how ya classes, I saw a few distractions
But nothin serious enough to make me late for practice
I’ll be there coach, I’m jumping on the shuttle
He said if you on time that mean you late you better hustle
Grab my bags, got that town swag
IPod slappin, listenin to "Black Mags"
That boy out on his own, thinking that he grown
Wet behind the ears tryna show he got some stones

[Hook]
Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

[Verse 2]
I been on campus for some time, but I ain’t working enough
I claimed I wanna make it, Phil was first to call my bluff
I ain’t have curfew I’m seeing what that work do
Up through the campus I could tell you every perfume
Turnt at every party, my cut on Steve Harvey
Tryna MC and be fly call me Marty
Was hardly ever tardy, we showed up like a army
A lot of love for hoopers, a couple sports was salty
I’m sorry, eventually I got up on my job
Game winning treys and I started catching lobs
Won a MVP everybody givin props
Broken 5th metatarsal headed to the docs
Can’t believe it, in my feelings
Head up in my palms
Moms livin with my auntie set off an alarm
Stayed at school for summer cuz the city doin harm
Bout to make the most of the given deck of cards

[Hook]
Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

[Verse 3]
Fall 2011, I’m high minded, noble
Did the work it’s time for me to do what I’m suppose to
Huey told me dominate and let them coaches coach you
Started gettin media, none of it was social
Elevated my mentality all I see is casualties
How he get to Weber State, my performance baffling
All the girlies after me, I got reporters chattering
Started hearing whispers, they thinking bout draftin me
I’m to the lab, let’s work that dribble jab
If I get this down I’m gettin 20 at half
They try to double me I hit a shot look at the staff
I was in my bag, I’ma get the last laugh
Coach said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick
Busted out in tears you know how them moments get
He said this year ya last, gotta put you in the Draft
Blazers took me number 6, that’s a mission passed

[Hook]
Reminiscing on the days I ain’t know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain’t even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I’m tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

Dawin – Jumpshot lyrics

[Verse]
Let’s give it a shot, you and I on the court
Time ticking on the clock, baby, I’mma try to score
Cause you the hottest on the block
Nothin’ dimmin’ your light
But all the options that you got wouldn’t ever treat you right, no
I don’t need a telescope to see the you’re the one
But I do need your time and if ain’t yours, I’d rather have none
I don’t need a fortune teller to tell me my fortune
I have a million signs that my fortune just begun

[Chorus]
You got me jumping like
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakala, boom shakala, ooh
Wanna hold you down
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakala, boom shakala, ooh
Wanna hold you down

[Post-Chorus]
I said, back at it again with the jumpshot
I’m aiming for you and I won’t stop
Back at it again with the jumpshot
We could lock it down, never unlock
I said, back at it again with the jumpshot
I’m aiming for you and I won’t stop
Back at it again with the jumpshot
We could lock it down only if we give it a shot

[Verse]
Let’s give it a shot, you and I on the court
Time ticking on the clock, baby, I’mma try to score
Cause you the hottest on the block
Ain’t nothin’ dimmin’ your light
But all the options that you got wouldn’t ever treat you right, no
I don’t need a telescope to see the you’re the one
But I do need your time and if ain’t yours, I’d rather have none
I don’t need a fortune teller to tell me my fortune
I have a million signs that my fortune just begun

[Chorus]

[Post-Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Jumping into something, I don’t really know what to expect
But outta your team, you’re the MVP and you’ll never be less
And baby, the past was nothing but practice, now I’m set
When you give me access, I’ll just sew my heart into your chest

[Chorus]
You got me jumping like
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shaka, boom shake, ooh
Wanna hold you down
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom
Boom shakala, boom shakala, ooh
Wanna hold you down