Swizz Beatz - Bonkers Lyrics

Swizz Beatz - Bonkers Lyrics

listen to the beat, beat!
get upon the feet, feet!
the party starts now, now, now,
..cause i can’t get it,
i wanna put your hand on cause i make the meals,
..tell me how it feels!..
god damn nigger is all you got?
god damn nigger, is all you want?
tell me i’m a dog, i’m on the hood,
make me wanna step ... i’m back, back, i get it up!
paper, paper, i’m stacking, stacking,
..see me with that...
got a .. but it’s red dough,
..till the air go,
let me see you...
i’m off in vegas, throwing chips,
let me see you nigger...
let me see you, it’s all you get,
god damn, i ain’t...
back, back, and.. on the game,..
call me... on my dream, now,
..let you see me now,
god damn, we gonna play it...
seven five seven ..about thirteen hours on it,
got a... checking this trusted...
..is looking cool,
..away from school,
i have my hood green and street knowledge,
.... i ain’t do it this way,
i’mma do this on my way!
work on.. is not an option,
sitting on a line is not an option,
..is like my option,
came back, god damn, going shopping.
buy off the dough, buy off the drinks,
we don’t give a fuck...
..that’s what you can get though!
.. you have a problem see me now!
you have a problem, see me now!
you wanna battle with the beast, you can get it now,
got a .. i’ll kick your head,
..and rip of the ass!
see me dog, ..
... i don’t care if you see me,
..got a wife on my side, nigger oh, no!
that’ oh, oh!

Swizz Beatz - Live From Paris (MGMT Freestyle) Lyrics

Swizz Beatz - Live From Paris (MGMT Freestyle) Lyrics

hey i want to say, want to say, want to say, want to say now
hey life in paris, paris, paris, paris oh yeah
my groove too smooth
you think i went to ..
some ... look at my jacket this ..
i’m a taste maker and you’re all trendy
you only know about louie and findie
but you can be legend too .. and ..you too
it’s over produce over, i’m tryin to tell ya how to move over
yeah i got clean .. my lambo i went green
i gotta have a bit flow and all of your lames in the game gotta go
i’m the architect.. i do it in the sleep i can do it in the dark
you put me to the desk i guarantee you .. i rockin with the best.

chorus:
..people to receive..
she got the power ..believe
....with the ...
staring ..perfect..she gonna teach me how to ..
welcome to paris baby.

they say hey is the new love
i say ...shine like michael
listen i know some don’t like me,
come on, they all wanna hate me,
.. i’m focused on a .. red .. on my shoes
...to the loof
i’m on my global .. all the time
.. two different brands but what will you choose
see me i bang like .. often.. the boys ..
if you wanna hate you’d better come ..
it’s time to play chess i guarantee now i’m rockin ...rock the best.

chorus:
..she got the power in her hand..believe
....with the ..
staring ... she gonna taste ..

...
if you’re a motivator you can change the game

[chorus:]

"Everyday (Coolin’)" Lyrics - Swizz Beatz Ft. Eve

"Everyday (Coolin’)" Lyrics - Swizz Beatz Ft. Eve


it’s showtime!

[hook]
everyday, they ask how i’m doin
deuces up playboy i’m coolin
i’m coolin
i’m coolin coolin, i’m coolin coolin
i’m just coolin
i’m coolin coolin, i’m coolin coolin

everyday, they ask how i’m feelin
you see the ounces playboy i’m chillin
i’m chillin
i’m chillin chillin, i’m chillin chillin
i’m just chillin
i’m chillin chillin, i’m chillin chillin

[verse 1 - swizz beatz]
i got my balmain on
plus my louis on
i got my christian on
boy i get this on
you see me ridin lotus and my top b-tch gone
the interior butter like popcorn
she got on givenchy, she fresh like me
everytime she go shoppin alexander mcqueen
i mean, we just coolin on a sunday
can’t wait to ball out on monday

[hook]

[verse 2]
my jaeger-lecoultre is out ya culture
the hoods on fire man them boys is vultures
we are family la kostra nostra
go through up and downs like a roller coaster
ay! got my cavi- with them gators on ‘em
i’m in the studio fogging with some faders on em
and this beat is my entree
i’m audi three thousand, andre

[hook]

[verse 3 - eve]
evey e, i’m back on my bullsh-t
came back, came back, back with a full clip
who want problem, wah- wah- wah-, who want flip
gun taste, one lick, wanna get some of this
you see that hot pink birken, that’s a problem
i’m hot like everything kickin i’m a problem
yeah, i’m a walking bow
you might talk a lil one but ya looks are oh

[hook]

[outro - swizz beatz]
do ya dance now (x4)
hit the floor now
do ya dance now (x2)
get down now (x4)
lets work now (x4)

"Co-Pilot" Lyrics - Swizz Beatz Ft. Snoop Dogg & Junior Reid

"Co-Pilot" Lyrics - Swizz Beatz Ft. Snoop Dogg & Junior Reid


chorus

do you wanna fly could you be my co-pilot
you said you wanna fly
do you wanna fly could you be my co-pilot
i’ll take you up in the air
i’ll take you out again

did you ever try making love to your girl in the sky
champagne fly .. so high
baby girl we are going going gone that cloud
we are floating floating on sit back and put your seat belt on
i am gonna call you my .. so let’s get it on
i can take you on shopping across the world
every in the world know that you are my girl
i’’ll go on that marijuana tree in the air
i walk around cause i don’t care
that change in my pocket … black car
let them know that i am out to ghetto never forget the ghetto
never pose that .. i am touching ..

chorus

"Top Down" Lyrics - Swizz Beatz Ft. Nas

"Top Down" Lyrics - Swizz Beatz Ft. Nas

Top Down Lyrics is performed by Swizz Beatz Ft. Nas @ http://lyricsandmusicvideo.blogspot.com/

[swizz beatz]
swizzy!
wherever you are (shine)
whoever you are (shine)
wherever you are (shine)
whoever you are (shine)
wherever you are (shine)
whoever you are (shine)
hey, hey, i told ya

[chorus]
ridin’ with my top down, and my jewelry on
hey, i’m just getting my hood on
i’m just, i’m just, doing my thing
i’m just, i’m just, (pimp) doing my thing
hey (yup) hey (yup) hey (yup) hey
i said i’m ridin with my top down, and my jewelry on
hey, i’m just getting my hood on

[verse 1: nas]
it’s the late night greasy spoon patron
poolhall making
big bets, midsection got the 8 in
dior christian pimpin’
got that penal system diction
riffing, you don’t want it you snitchin’
spit a few at a traitor with that new ar
try to kill me i’m the leader, that’s coup d’etat
streetsweepers in that coupé all black
bitches want my chipped tooth back
steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked
squeeze the fifth with a grip as i dip
from the paparazzi
still playing numbers (you can’t stop me)
still wearing bundles, and spark weed
if i ever say “queens get ‘em”, you know they got me
success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef
so lead by example, or get trampled
since hip hop is dead, this is the n
congratulations in order ’cause we did it again

[chorus]

[verse 2: nas]
the chain’s offensive
brain on airplanes, gucci frames are vintage
the two tec don in yukon’s and benzes
chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants
the apprentice but not trump
i’m the n-gga with glocks and pumps
that you don’t see much
sucker free from chumps
homes with cobblestones in front of ‘em
he’s got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son
don’t make me have you running from a hundred guns
don’t make me grab your only son
i’m coming from
a place tanqueray and weed’s the only escape
from phonies who hate
when you rolling with papes
that’s why the god party with juicy models
they mob me, denali, charlie luciano – hardly
have to tell y’all, i kill y’all
for spitting songs that involve me n-gga
original verbal assassin, have to carve me a n-gga

[chorus]

[verse 3: nas]
i got the armour tucked with the no drama luck
tatted up, everywhere, my neck, arms and stuff
like i roll my body around on wet comic books
the dalai lama prodded up, lighting chronic up
ugh, of course i’m at it again
you know n, i throw caution to the wind
i talk about the life i’m in
but i swear to god i may never write again
but if i hit em hard, they say the world must kneel
baddest girls gon lick my tim’ boot heel
sayin’ nas running out of time
this is my last chance
gotta shoots to kill, this is my last dance
i say hell nah, don dadda
goons act fly, fly swat ya
rapping ducks, modern day dracula’s
what you coming out your caskets for
this game been dead but guess who came back for more

[chorus]

"Rock N Roll" Lyrics - Swizz Beatz Ft. Lil Wayne & Lenny Kravitz

"Rock N Roll" Lyrics - Swizz Beatz Ft. Lil Wayne & Lenny Kravitz

Rock N Roll Lyrics is performed by Swizz Beatz Ft. Lil Wayne & Lenny Kravitz @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

we gonna party, all night, let’s go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll
party all night, let’s go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll

i’m in this bitch like i wanna rock right now,
we so deep you motherfuckers might drown
i’m so fly tonight call me a night owl
i’m high as stars blue skies and white clouds
talking about let’s go crazy, let’s go ladies, they all follow soon
…tell it, yeah it’s a movie, watch the trailer if it don’t float out both, pop the sailor
party all night, party all night, a whole bunch of bitches this is the dog fight
begin in the cream, you know off right, a whole lot of smoke, i need fog lights
young money baby you can’t hold me, you can’t put me so you can’t fold me
lose your mind, out of control, i now pronounce you rock and roll, yeah

party, all night, let’s go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll
party all night, let’s go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll.

Swizz Beatz - Bang Bang Lyrics and Video

Swizz Beatz - Bang Bang Lyrics

[Swizz Beatz]
Showtime,
pull your Aston Martin out and just swerve on ‘em
pull your hoopty out man and just swerve on ‘em
let the top drop back and just swerve on ‘em
take the doors off your whip and just swerve on ‘em

[Pharrell]
You can catch em swerving in that thing thing
riding in that thing thing
let the top drop and let the system bang bang
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
me and my bitches swerving in that thing thing
riding in that thing thing
let the blueberry blow let the system bang bang
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

(Talk to em Pusha)

[Pusha T]
Take ya tops off baby, it’s bout to pop off
young somersault in this bitch to want to cop off
when you got the crown the haters want you to drop off
Lil Pusha T’s in the game I simple knock off
I beg your pardon, that coupe is a Targa
I’ve been in and outta lanes with a Porsche playing frogger
I’ll never be a blogger, I’m too much of a buyer
post it, don’t have it at your home, you’re a liar
these n-ggas day dreamers, I’m more like a schemer
to have from Iesha’s to Adrianna Lima’s
yeah, couple extra models for what we pop bottles for
leaning on the throttle more

[Chorus]

[Swizz beatz]
This that sh-t that you knock in your drops
the sh-t that you like to knock in your drops
well if you like me, this the sh-t you like to knock on your yachts
boat shoes on, walls full of Basquiats
you aint like me, you just automatic starting
you like me, you design Aston Martin’s
Bow ties on, I’m just GQ modelling
damn, fresh I am
when I start scoring I shut down the Garden
Swizzy Rule the World on my Nas and my Lauren
blogs say Swizzy bars aint nothing to pause
I say FREEZE!
now pull your cars up next to ours


[Chorus]

[Pusha T]
Where I’m from we don’t gang bang
but we sell that thing thing
every ghetto same sh-t
just only the slang change
soon as that bass came we started to take aim
Double G boat shoes, YSL case frames
club with the photoshoots
think Puffy and Mase came
dolled up the bitches too, they was in the same frame
hustlers they chased change, busta’s they chased dames
young n-ggas Kingpins we was tryna chase fame
n-ggas on they chaingang, snitches play the blame game
first 48′d in the room when they name names
hard for us to cross paths we aint in the same lane
hope God forgive me when I catch n-ggas bang bang!
[Chorus]