MEXICO Lyrics and Video Song – Karan Aujla

Karan Aujla!

Jamaa vi ni ego
Kadey forevigo
Kadey Mexico

Bande poore kill ni
Karde aan chill
Kade dekhde na bill ni

Karde aa kaare
Laine aa nazaare

Shehron baahr dere
LA hundi raat hunde Vegas savere

Gaddiyan ne kaim ni
Naddiyan ne fan ni
Piche piche line ni
Jatt nu taan jatt nu taan
Richie Rich kehn ni

Royal Music Gang!
J Lucky!
Deep Jandu!
Karan Aujla!
Ha ha ha

Baabe di aa mehar vairi sade rehnde aa
Taahion vairi sadde naal lade rehnde aa
Yaaran naal yaariyan da shonk jatt nu
Har vele jehde naal khade rehnde aa
Shonk vi pugaunde aa
Peg poora launde aa
Daaru peeke par ni khalara paayi da

Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da
Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da haan

Laini tu Ferrari GTR dass kehdi car
Gaddiyan na rakhan na kiraaye de utte
Jinne diyan shor navi gaddi rakhde
Unne paise laaye ne alloy de utte

Boht hadd bittiyan
Polish’an ni kittiyan
Sukh ya dukh jashan manayi da

Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da
Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da haan

Ho pair dharaan jithe landmine chaldi
Kade kade Rum kade Wine chaldi
Gaddi pichhe gaddiyan
Yaar pichhe naddiyan
Yaar pichhe naddiyan di line chaldi

Kitta ae grind saaf paani naalo mind
Yaar dillon poora kind
Hakk nahiyo khayi da

Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da
Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da haan

Thug Life – Pour Out A Little Liquor Lyrics

THUG LIFE
Pour Out A Little Liquor Lyrics

Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie
(Light up a fat one for this one)
How you come up, man?

I started young kickin’ dust and livin’ rough
You watch you mouth around my mama, you couldn’t cuss, man
I had a down ass homie though we ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
We drinkin’ forties, lil’ shorties livin’ naughty lives
You couldn’t stop us, long as I got my glock, f**k the coppers
Hangin’ on the block, slangin’ rocks and makin’ profits

I couldn’t f**k with the school life, I was a fool
I’ll play that motherf**ker for a tool man
Tonight’ll be the night that’s what we figurin’
Hustlin’ in the rain felt no pain ‘cuz we drinkin’
Playin’ them hoes like manure
First let my nigga f**k and then I f**k, that’s how we do it
(Ha ha)

It’s two niggaz comin’ up out the hood
Livin’ life just as good as we could
But since a bitch can’t be trusted
Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga’s busted
The cops whoopin’ on my nigga in jail
Tryin’ to get a motherf**ker to tell
And couldn’t nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go

This goes out to all you so called G’s
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherf**kin’ partners
Don’t let the drink get like that y’all, huh
Pour out a little liquor, pour out a little liquor
What’s that you drinkin’ on?

Drinkin’ on gin, smokin’ on blunts and it’s on
Reminisce about my niggaz, that’s dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
‘Cuz I’m losin’ all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin’ with them suckers ’til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, “Son, there’ll be days like this”
Don’t wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed

We had plans of bein’ big time G’s
Rolling in marked cars, movin’ them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to’ down for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son’s gettin’ big and strong
And I’d love ’em like one of my own, til’ you come home
And the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I’ll keep handlin’ yo’ business

That’s the way it’s supposed to be
Homie, if it was me, you’d do the shit for me
Homie, I can remember scrapin’ back to back
Throwin’ dogs on them suckers runnin’ up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go

Look at you
Drinkin’ got you where you don’t even give respect to your partners
Pour out some liquor, nigga
It ain’t like that, tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go

This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah
A little liquor for my homies y’all
We in this motherf**kin’ piece, yeah
Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherf**kin’ Bay

Oaktown still in the motherf**kin’ house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov’na
(I don’t care, Night train, Hennessey)
All my real motherf**kin’ partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, f**k you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor

2Pac – Lie To Kick It (feat. Richie Rich) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It’s all good.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x2]

Jack of all trades ballin’ like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can’t
do half of the shit that you was claimin’ in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You’s a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you’s an old basehead kickin’ too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you’d probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain’t got to lie to kick it.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
y’all don’t hear me
I got these niggas yackin’ in my face
about some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
that’s what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
I’m gettin’ richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don’t know me
Hey it’s gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed inside a casket
Rippin’ the shit like it’s my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga’s nothin’ nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga’s riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don’t get no dick
and got a nigga screamin’ Fuck That Bitch!

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

Well if a bitch’ll be a bitch
Then a trick’ll be a trick
I’ve got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin’ hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I’ll stay out of yours
It’s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn’t understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin’ Fuck yo’ man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin’ I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I’m steady clockin’
and if it ain’t about a buck I gives a fuck
it’s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what’s up with them low life bitches tryin’ to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo’ baby (Ha ha)
Trickin’ niggas better catch up on they pimpin’
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x5]

Bugzy Malone – We Don’t Play (King Of The North Album)

[Intro x3]
Kill or be killed
Savages…

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look

Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay

[Verse 1]
No fuckboys in my section
Nothing but cacao in my complexion
Don’t you know I got diamonds in my rolex
And we’re not gonna sleep nigga that’s no rest
I’m gonna leave it fading on gravy
I got the bangers where the mash is crazy
Wanna drink from my table then pay me
Th-th-that bitch is shady
Th-th-that bitch can persuade me
She says she knows who I am
Cause she’s seen my face on the gram
She did have a 1 but he’s gone
Somebody pass me the Don Perignon
Can you pass me the Don Perignon
I made money from drugs
Made money from drugs
I was mixing the does with the buds
Mixing the does with the buds
The money was good
All the money was good
Money was the only good thing in the hood
Only good thing in the hood

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look

Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay

[Verse 2]
I’m fadin’ she noticed
I needed a song for the roadies
I’m famous he’s lonely
Don’t let him pretend that he knows me
Why they so nosy
They wish they could phone me
I bang it in
I’m a striker she a goalie
She eat it up like I’m guacamole
If you wanna take it off you better hit the switch
I’m grabbin’ her throat she’s grabbin’ my dick
And now this bitch’s tryna bite my lip
Don’t she know I’m a badboy I don’t like to kiss
Shot’s through the black now we hit the strip
Man don’t play man are built for this
All my niggas working money mitch
And I’m like the dark-skin version of Richie Rich

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look

Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay

Chris Brown – Ayo (MMGMix) Lyrics

[Intro]
I need you (x8)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Rick Ross] It’s Ricky Ross
Just checking in with my little homies
Chris, Ty what it do

[Verse 1:Rick Ross]
New money, new year, it’s time to boss up
Dm a couple bitches just to toss up (Uh)
Chick smiling cause she know she want the whole clique (Woo)
We show each other, then she send us all the same pic
Money lost, we got a thermal and a celly on
Let me shoutout these two niggas on another song
It’s for my homies, yeah the ones who never coming home
I gave my chain to your son, I stay forever loyal
New crib on the water, you should see it nigga
40 bitches in the crib, top tier nigga
Chanel bags on the first day
We go and get it in the worst way

[Hook:Chris Brown]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I’m more into money
My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I’m tryna fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
A nigga ain’t worried about nothin’
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 4: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an Outkast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I’m that nigga
(Yeah we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Outro: Tyga]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof – ahhh!

Chris Brown – Ayo lyrics

[Intro]
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I’m more into money
My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I’m tryna fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
A nigga ain’t worried about nothin’
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I’m that nigga
(Yeah we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Outro: Tyga]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof
Ahhh!