The linguistic construction of gender in English language culture based on rap

E-n-t she a nice with the pretty brown bright eyes I'm a winner wit the

Right prize I'ma give it to her to the rhythm of a hi-hat she got a beautiful mind

You can't buy that and the site of her behind when she walk on by make a

Nigga wanna try that she got the prettiest smile and she gangsta keep me

From runnin' wild and I thank her and we can talk about anything she got

Good conversation my homie and my friend and plus she patient

65. Jim Jones -- We Fly High (January 20, 2007)

We fly high, no lie, you know this (Balling!)

Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (We in the building)

We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Balling)

Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

Ya boy getting paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)

I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)

Stay sky high (Twisted), fly wit the stars (Twinkle, Twinkle)

T 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Balling!)

So we lean wit it, pop wit it (Bankhead)

Vertible Jones, mean wit the top listen (Flossing)

I'm saying clean wit bottom kit

I hoped out saggy, jeans and my rock glistening (Balling!)

But I spent bout 8 grand

Mami on stage doing the rain dance (I think she like me)

She let it hit the floor, made it pop (What else?!)

Got my pedal to the floor screaming fuck the cops (Do It)

Slow down, tonight may be gone tomorrow (One Chance!)

So I spend through life like there's no tomorrow (Speeding!)

100 g's worth of ice on the auto? (Flossy)

And we in the street life until they call the law (Balling)

I made the whip get naked (What Happen?!)

While I switch gears, bitch looking at the bracelet (Got Em)

Step out, show me what your all about

Flashbacks of last night of me balling out (Harlem)

1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen?!)

2 a.m. ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)

And about 3 something I was thinking about grub

So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)

Nigga could you buy that

I keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)

Talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)

But of course gotta fly...? (Where?!)

To the hood to roll dice on the side of they curb

But I know a G Bent may sound obsurb (Get Your Money Up)

Drive 80 up Lennox cause I got on urge (Speeding)

The rap game like the crack game

Lifestyles, rich and famous living in the fast lane (Balling!)

So when I bleep shorty bleep back

Loui Vuitton Belt where I'm keep all the heat strapped

I beat the trial over rucker (Let's Do It)

All guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)

You niggas need to stay focus

When your dealing wit a motherfucking G

You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status

Only above motherfucker

This Dipset ByrdGang we born to fly

Ya'll know the rules fall back or fall back

Someone tell my bitch Summer I'm looking for her

Ya dig, another day another dollar

fast life fucker

66. Ludacris featuring Mary J. Blige -- Runaway Love (February 10, 2007)

[Mary J. Blige]

Runaway love

[Ludacris]

Now little Lisa is only 9 years old

She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold

Why she's all alone and ain't never met her family

Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy

Part of her is missing and nobody will listen

Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen

Bringing home men at different hours of the night

Starting with some laughs - usually ending in a fight

Sneaking in her room while her mama's knocked out

Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch'

She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her

Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her

Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack

She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.

[Ludacris]

Little Nicole is only 10 years old

She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold

Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her

Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her

Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises

Teachers ask questions she making up excuses

Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out

It's only one girl really knows what she about

Her name is little Stacy and they become friends

Promise that they always be tight 'til the end

Until one day little Stacy gets shot

A drive by bullet went stray up on her block

Now Nicole stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack

She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.

[Ludacris]

Little Erica is eleven years old

She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold

So she pops X to get rid of all the pain

Plus she's having sex with a boy who's sixteen

Emotions run deep and she thinks she's in love

So there's no protection he's using no glove

Never thinking 'bout the consequences of her actions

Living for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction

The days go by and her belly gets big

The father bails out he ain't ready for a kid

Knowing her mama will blow it all outta proportion

Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion

Erica is stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack

She say she's about to run away and never come back.

[Mary J. Blige]

Runaway love

Don't keep on runnin'

Runnin' [x4]

Don't keep on running

I know how you feel, I've been there

I was runnin' away too

I will run away with you [x2]

Runaway Runaway Love

Don't keep running away

I'll run away with you, if you want me too

[Ludacris]

Yeah, I can only imagine what you're going through ladies,

Sometimes I feel like running away myself,

So do me a favor right now and close your eyes,

And picture us running away together,

When we come back everything is gonna be okay,

Open your eyes...

67. Mims -- This Is Why I'm Hot (March 17, 2007)

This is why I'm hot [2x]

This is why [2x]

This is why I'm hot (Uh)

This is why I'm hot [2x] Who

This is why [2x]

This is why I'm hot

I'm hot cause I'm fly (fly)

You ain't cause you're not (not)

This is why I'm hot

How I gotta rap

I can sell a mill saying nothing on the track

I represent New York

I got it on my back

Niggas say that we lost it

So I'm gonna bring it back

I love the dirty, dirty

'Cause niggas show me love

The ladies start to bounce

As soon as I hit the club

But in the Midwest

They love to take it slow

So when I hit the H

I watch em get it on the floor

And if you needed it hyphy

I take it to the Bay

Frisco to Sac-town

They do it everyday

Compton to Hollywood

As soon as I hit L.A.

I'm in that low, low

I do it the Cali way

And when I hit the Chi

People say that I'm fly

They like the way I dress they like

(They like my) my attire

They Love how I move crowds from side to side

They ask me how I do it and simply I reply...

This is why I'm hot

Catch me on the block

Every other day

Another Person another drop

16 bars, 24 pop

44 songs, nigga gimme what you got

I'm in there driving cars

Push 'em off the lot

I'm into shutting stores down so I can shop

If you need a bird I can get it chopped

Tell me what you need you know I get 'em by the flock

I call my homie Black meet on the ave

I hit Wash Heights with the money in the bag

We're into big spendin'

See my pimpin' never dragged

Find me with different women that you niggas never had

For those who say they know me know I'm focused on my cream

player you come between you'd better focus on the beam

I keep it so mean the way you see me lean

And when say I'm hot my nigga dis is what I mean

This is why I'm hot

Shorty see the drop

Ask me what I paid and I say yeah I paid a guap

And then I hit the switch that take away the top

So chicks 'round the way they call me cream of the crop

They hop in the car

I tell 'em "all aboard"

We hit the studio they say they like how I record

I gave you black train and I did you wrong

So everytime I see 'em man they tell me that's their song

They say I'm the bomb

They love the way the charm hanging from the neck

And compliments the arm which compliments the ear den comes the gear

So when I hit the room the shorties stop and stare

niggas start to hate rearrange their face

But Little do they know I'm keepin' things by waistside

I reply nobody gotta die

Similar to Lil wizzy 'cause I got that fire

68. R. Kelly (ft. T.I. & T-Pain) -- I'm a Flirt (May 5, 2007)

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club (I'm a flirt)

Winkin eyes at me, when I roll up on them dubs (I'm a flirt)

Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)

And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me 'cause (I'm a flirt)

And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'cause (I'm a flirt)

Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you trust her

Then don't bring her around me 'cause (I'm a flirt)

Now swear to tell the truth

And the whole truth

When it comes to hoes I be pimping like I supposed to

Rolling like I supposed to

Shining like I supposed to

In the club, fucking with honeys like I supposed to

I don't understand it when a nigga bring his girlfriend to club

Freaking all on the floor with his girlfriend in the club

And wondering why all these players trying to holla at her

Just soon as she go to the bathroom, nigga I'm gonna holla at her

A dog on the prowl when I'm walking through the mall

If I could man I probably would flirt with all of you

Yeah, yeah homie you say she's your girlfriend

But when I step up to her I'm gonna be like, "cousin"

Believe me man, this is how them players do it in the chi

And plus we got them playerette flirters in the chi

Now the moral of the story is cuff your bitch

'cause hey I'm black, handsome, I sing plus I'm rich and (I'm a flirt)

Hey homie, if you ain't getting no money

you better keep her away from me your dig.

Well if you love you girl

And wanna keep you girl

Don't be walking up and asking me to meet you girl

Because I'm well enough a flirt when I speak to girl

She winked her eyes on the slide

I've seen you girl

Better treat your girl right

'cause another man will

Better eat you girl like another man will

'cause you leave your wife

And I see you wife

That be for real

How long you think that's finna be you wife

Well I'm living the life

You just getting it right

Your old lady look at me

'cause you ain't hitting it right

She probably used to like you

'cause you're the bitter type

That's until I came along

And put some dick in her life

Wanna see how that ass looking thick in the light

I noticed she was checking me

And digging the ice

And if I get that tonight

Better hit that twice

I can even make her mine

If I hit that price

You know smack that thing

Sit that right

Up on that dresser

Yeah that's right

Pulling on her hair

Like we getting in a fight

Yeah I know it's kinda tight

But it'll suit 'er just right

So if yo girl sexy

And she test me

Don't be upset g

'cause you might catch me

Trying to catch a glance up her skirt

The McLaren in reverse

Then if I see her and I like her then I'm a flirt

(when I, when I, when I, when I) pull up to club

All the shawties be like (damn twenty-eight,eights)

Then I be like girl you know just who I am (don't hate, hate)

Say I done fell in love wit a stripper you all

All I do is flirt with her, and I get them draws

And I don't need no help, I got it down pact

Teddy paine was born to flirt now you can't down that

Now I'm flirt with her whether I'm in or out of town

That's why they call me teddy bend her ass down

I be like como se llamas little mama? mi llamo pain, what is your name?

I'm feeling your vibe

And I'm hoping you feel the same

I'm a wink my eye and let you know I got the game

When I pass by I know exactly what you say

He's so fly

And yes, he's so cool

Hey shawty (hey shawty)

What it do

He's mad 'cause I'm looking but I already fucked her

I got these niggas mad 'cause (I'm a flirt)

It's the remix

Now if you walk up in the club

With a bad chick

And she's looking at me

Then I'm gonna hit

Man jacking for chicks

I tried to quit

But I'm player homie

So I had to hit

While you buying her drinks (in the club)

Acting like you (in love)

Stunting like you (all thug)

We was (switching numbers)

She looking at you when I walk by

you turn your head, she winks her eye

I can't help if she checking for a platinum type of guy

She be calling me daddy, and I be calling her mommy

She be calling you Kelly, when your name is Tommy

I don't know what you all be thinking

When you bring 'em round me (mane)

Let me remind you that I am the king of R&B (mane)

Do you know what that means?

That means if you love your chick

Don't bring her to the vip

'cause I might leave with your chick

Just keeping it real my nigga

It's a player's feel my nigga

Don't take no bitch to the club when you just met her my nigga

'cause I'm flirt with her (right)

He's gonna flirt with her (right)

And if she's licking that good shit

She gonna flirt with 'em

Kells, T.I., T-Pain

Ladies, if your men ain't hittin' it right

Just call the number on the screen

I'll be at your rescue

69. Shop Boyz -- Party Like a Rockstar (June 9, 2007)

T-t-t-totally dude!!!!

Party like a rock

Party like a rockstar

T-t-t-totally dude!!!!

I'm on a money making mission

But I party like a rockstar

Flyin' down 20 lookin' good in my hot car

You know them hoes be at my show

Worried 'bout where my chain go

I uh rubba in ma pants

But these hoes won't let my thang go

I uwa like I uwa

'Cause you know them hoes be trying us

Hoe don't you know I fuck with fine diamonds

That look like Pa-me-la

They fine and they hot bra

When I'm in the spot bra......

I PARTY LIKE a ROCKSTAAARRR!!!!!!

Party like a rockstar

Do it with the black and the white

Like a cop car

Whoop, whoop, whoop, wha, whoop

Me and my band, man

On the yacht with Marylin Manson

Getting a tan man

Uuwaaa

(Cool) you know me

With a skull belt and wallet chain

Shop boys, rockstars

Yeah, we 'bout to change the game

Change the game? Uh oh

They know that I'm a star

I make it rain from the center of my guitar

As soon as I came out the womb

My momma knew a star was born

Now I'm on the golf course

Trippin' with the Osbournes

I seen the show with Travis Barker

Rockstar mentality

I'm jumping in the crowd

Just to see if they would carry me

White bitches wanna marry me

They see me they just might panic

My ice make 'em go down quick

Like the TITANIC!!

Yeah, I'm with the shop boys

You know what we do

I'm surfin' screamin' kowabonga

70. Fabolous (ft. Ne-Yo) -- Make Me Better (July 28, 2007)

Timbo.

Hey, Ne-Yo.

Say what? Lo-So.

Hey, hey.

I'm a movement by myself.

But I'm a force when we're together.

Mami I'm good all by myself.

But baby you, you make me better.

You make me better.

You plus me, it equals better math.

Ya boy a good look but, she my better half.

I'm already bossin', already flossin'.

But why I have the cake if it ain't got the sweet frostin'? (yep yep yep yep).

Keepin' me on my A game (what what what what).

Without havin' the same name (they they they they they).

They may flame (but but but but).

But shawty, we burn it up.

The sag in my swag, pep in my step.

Daddy do the Gucci, mami in Giuseppes.

Yes it's a G thing, whenever we swing.

I'mma need Coretta Scott, if I'm gonna be King.

First thing's first, I does what I do.

But everything I am, she's my influ.

I'm already boss, I'm already fly.

But if I'm a star, she is the sky (ah ah ah).

And when I feel like I'm on top (she she she).

She give me reason to not stop (eh eh eh eh eh).

And though I'm hot (too too too).

Together we burn it up.

The caked up cut, the cleaned up ice.

When shawty come around, I clean up nice.

Dynamic duo, Batman and Robin.

Whoever don't like it, it's that man problem (eh eh eh).

And when I feel like I'm tired (ma ma ma).

Mami be takin' me higher (ah ah ah ah ah).

I'm on fire (but but but).

But shawty we burn it up.

Beside every great man, you can find a woman like a soldier holdin' him down.

And she treats me like a Don, watches for the hit.

Checks where I go, even watches who I'm with.

The right when I'm wrong, so I never slip.

Show me how to move, that's why I never trip.

And baby girl, you're so major, they should front-page ya (front page ya).

God bless the parents who made you (who made you).

Middle fingered anybody who hate the,

Way that we burn it up.

Yeah baby, them lames you playin' with.

They gonna put you down.

We tryin' to compliment you, you know?

Make it better.

Top-notch Tim.

Nice-look Ne-Yo.

Livin' good Lo-So.

They ask you how you doin' now, tell 'em better 'den them.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

71. Plies (ft. T-Pain) -- Shawty (September 8, 2007)

What's Happenin Homie

Dis Ya Boy Plies Man

Hey Pain Tell 'em

Bout Your Shawty Ima Tell Em Bout Mine

Even Though I'm Not Your Man, You Not My Girl

Ima Call You My (Shawty)

Cause I Can't Stand To See You Treated Bad

I Beat His Ass For My (Shawty)

And We Ain't Did Nothin That We Ain't Supposed To Do

Cause You My (Shawty)

Babygirl You Know I Be Home, Keep Me On The Ringtone (Shawty)

Sing It To Me Girl

Soon As I Seen Her, Shit Told Her I'd Pay For It

Lil Mama The Baddest Thing 'round Here & She Already Know It

I Pointed At The Donk & Told Her This Supposed To Be Yours

Showed Her A Couple Stacks & Told Her I'd Let Her Blow It

The Hottest Nigga In The City Baby You Can't Ignore It

I Showed Her I Was A Real Nigga & She Went For It

First Time I Caught Her Shit, She Aint Even Know How To Throw It Back

Now She An Animal, I Got Her Sex Game Right

I Taught Her How To Talk To Me While She Take Pipe

& Opened Her Up & Showed Her What A Real Nigga Like

I Told Her I Don't Usually Do This, I Don't Fuck On The First Night

Cause After I Beat Ya Baby I'm Liable To Fuck Up Ya Whole Life

I Gotta Train Her, Now She Suck Me With Ice

I Call Her My Lil Bust It Baby Cause She Keep It Tight

Whenever I Tell Her To Bust, Aint Gotta Tell Her Twice

Whenever I Wanna Get Off She Know How To Get Me Right

I Love To Show Her Off, Cause All The Dope Boys Want Her

Know Why They Wanna Beat Badly, Look At All That Ass On Her

Look How That Pussy Sit Up In Them Shorts, You Gotta Want Her

Love When She Act Like She Bo-Legged & Bend The Corner

She Proud To Be Fuckin Me, Cause I'm Stuntin On 'em

It Feel Good To Be Fuckin A Real Nigga Don't'uh

Aint Called Her In 2 Days, Gotta Let Her Mind Wonder

But When She Miss Me, She Call To Tell Me To Jump On Her

Thats Why I Don't Mind Breakin Her Off, Cause She Aint With The Drama

If You Done Ripped Her Before, You Know How To Cuff Lil Mama

You Know She Gotta Be Somethin, Cause I Done Beat Her Under

Im Baby Snatchin, I'm Tellin Ya, I Promise

I Exposed Her To Real, & Now She Hate Lame

Member She Used To Run From Me, Now She Like Pain

She Call Me Sometimes Just To Ask Is It Her Thing

Ever Since I Ran Up In Shawty She Ain't Been The Same

72. Soulja Boy -- Crank That (Soulja Boy) (September 29, 2007)

(You!)

Soulja Boy, I tell 'em

Hey, I got a new dance for you all called the Soulja Boy

You!

You gotta punch then crank back three times from left to right

Ah, yeah!

Soulja Boy off in this

Watch me crank it

Watch me roll

Watch me crank that Soulja Boy

Then Superman that whore

Now watch me you crank that Soulja Boy

Soulja Boy off in this whore

Watch me lean and watch me rock

Superman that whore

Then watch me crank that Robocop

Super fresh, now watch me jock

Joking on them haters man

When I do that Soulja Boy

I lean to the left and crank that thang.

Now you

I'm joking on your bitch ass

And if we get the fighting

Then I'm cocking on your bitch ass

You catch me at your local party

Yes, I crank it everyday

Haters getting mad 'cause

I got me some bathing apes

I'm bouncing on my toe

Watch me super soak that whore

I'm gonna pass it to Arab

Then he's gonna crank it up for sure

Haters wanna be me

Soulja Boy, I'm the man

They be looking at my neck

Saying it's the rubber band man, man

Watch me do it, watch me do it

Dance, dance

Let get to it, let get to it

Nope, you can't do it like me

Doe, so don't do it like me

Folk, I see you tryna do it like me

Man, that shit was ugly

I'm too fresh off in this whore

Watch me crank it

Watch me roll

Watch me crank that Roosevelt

And super soak that whore

super soak that whore [9x]

I'm too fresh now watch me do it

Watch me shuffle

Watch me you

Watch me crank that Soulja Boy

Now Superman, Superman, Superman

73. Kanye West (ft. T-Pain) -- Good Life (November 3, 2007)

Like we always do at this time

I go for mine, I got to shine

Now throw your hands up in the sky

I g-go for mine, I got to shine

Now throw your hands up in the sky

I'm gonna get on this TV mama, I'm gonna

I'm gonna put shit down

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, I'm good

Welcome to the good life

Where niggas that sell D

Won't even get pulled over in they new V

The good life, let's go on a living' spree

Shit they say the best things in life are free

The good life, it feel like Atlanta

It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami

It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ah

(Now throw your hands up in the sky)

So I roll through good

Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari

And she got the goods

And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry

Yo it's got to be cause I'm seasoned

Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's

50 told me go 'head switch the style up

And if they hate then let 'em hate

And watch the money pile up, the good life

Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine

Now throw your hands up in the sky

Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine

Now throw your hands up in the sky

Welcome to the good life

Where we like the girls who ain't on TV

Cause they got more ass than the models

The good life, so keep it coming' with the bottles

Till she feel boozed like she bombed out Apollo

The good life, it feel like Houston

It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C.

It feel like VA, or the Bay, or Ye

Ayy, this is the good life

Welcome to the good life

Homie, tell me what's good

Why I only got a problem when you in the hood

Like I'm new in the hood, the only thing I wish?

(I wish a nigga would)

He probably think he could, but, but

I don't think he should

50 told me go 'head switch the style up

And if they hate then let 'em hate

And watch the money pile up, the good life

Have you ever popped champagne on a plane

While getting' some brain

Whipped it out, she said "I never seen snakes on a plane"

Whether you broke or rich you gotta get biz

Having' money's not everything, not having it is

I was splurging' on trizz

But when I get my card back activated

I'm back to Vegas cause

I always had a passion for flashing' before I had it

I close my eyes and imagine, the good life

Is the good life better than the life I live

When I thought that I was gonna go crazy

And now my grandmama ain't the only girl calling me baby

And if you feeling' me now then put your hands up in the sky

And let me hear you say hey, hey, hey, ooh

I'm good

74. Flo Rida (ft. T-Pain) -- Low (January 5, 2008)

Let me talk to 'em

Let it rain

Mmmmmmm

Let me talk to 'em

C'mon!

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was looking at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Them baggy sweat pants

And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

I ain't never seen nothing that'll make me go

This crazy all night spending my dough

Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go

Them birthday cakes they stole the show

So sexual

She was flexible professional

Drinking X&O

Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa

Did I think I see shawty get low?

Ain't the same when it's up that close

Make it rain I'm making it snow

Work the pole I got the bank roll

I'mma say that I prefer them no clothes

I'm into that I love women exposed

She threw it back at me I gave her more

Cash ain't no problem I know where it goes

She had them

Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home

My jeans full of guap and they're ready for shones

Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown

Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on), two stacks (come on), three stacks (come on)

Now that's three grand

What you think I'm playing, baby girl, I'm the man

I'll bend the rubber bands

That's what I told her

Her legs on my shoulder

I knew it was over

That Henny and Cola got me like a soldier

She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her

So lucky on me I was just like a clover

Shawty was hot like a toaster

Sorry but I had to fold her

Like a pornography poster

She showed her

Whoa, shawty, yeah, she was worth the money

Little mama took my cash

And I ain't want it back

The way she bent that back

Got her them paper stacks

Tattoo above her crack

I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman

Let me showing and made me want it

Two in the morning I'm zoning

And them Rosй bottles foaming

She wouldn't stop

Made it drop

Shawty did that pop and lock

Had to break her off that guap

Gal was fly just like my Glock

75. Webbie (ft. Lil Phat & Lil Boosie) -- Independent (March 22, 2008)

Independent do you know what that mean?

She got to her own house

She got her own car

Two jobs work hard you a bad broad

If you ain't on sit down

Independent do you know what that mean?

Baby Phat just relaxed

Front your own flat screen

Fat Folks Cook or clean that a maka maka seen

When you're calling her on her cellular she tells you she needs not a god damn thing

You a hot damn thing

If you think you finna get her with a god damn chain

You're insane boy, you better get some god damn chains

He a fool up in the school

Even walked across the stage

And she says I love Webbie

From his looks to his waves

The stilettos the J's depend on how the weather look

Flip flop slippers just to show off the pedicure

Flip flop niggas just depend on how the cheddar look

She'll buy her own I don't think she'll never look

In a man face standing waiting for him to take care of her

She'll rather go to work and pay the bills on schedule

She a dome dime diva

Gotta like Keisha

Work that meter

'cause she a good freaka

'cause she stay on her shit

She got her own shit

She don't never trip 'cause all she want is that dick

She bouncy flossy keep them hoes off me

Gotta little slang man I love when she talking

A independent chick do you know what that mean

She cook she clean never smell like onion rings

22's on her whip

Oh she do it large (she do it large)

When she break a nigga off

Get a nigga spoiled

She a bad Lil chick

A fly little chick

Hit me on my phone she like to ride dick

Got her stunner shades on looking like something

Staying young hair long she a nice something

Like to go to the mall everyday for an outfit

Hair did, nails did, independent what she call it

She got her own house

Drive her own whip

Range rover all white... like her toe tips

She got a pretty smile smell real good

Only time she need a man for that good drill

They by the bar to

They superstars to

They be like you ain't got no money take you broke tail home

In baby phat they on

They cloths match they phone

They be like YEAH!!! when they song come on

Leave the club kinda early

'cause they gotta go to work

I mess with supervisors who got credit like they perfect

So dusty feet please don't bother me

I got independent dimes on my mind...who spoil me

Gucci hat...Gucci fit so sick

That's a gift from my independent chick that serve

Tryna get me next to her gotta be yourself mayne 'cause she got her own money she don't need no help mayne.

76. Lil Wayne (ft. Static Major) -- Lollipop (April 19, 2008)

No homo, Young Mula Baby

I say he so sweet

Make her wanna lick the wrapper

So I let her lick the rapper

She lick me like a lollipop [4x]

Shawty wanna thug

Bottles in the club

Shawty wanna hump

You know I'd like to touch

Your lovely lady lumps

OK, little mama had a swag like mine

She even wear her hair down her back like mine

I make her feel right when it's wrong like lying

Man, she ain't never had a love like mine

But man I ain't never seen an ass like hers

And that pussy in my mouth had me lost for words

So I told her back it up like "Burp, burp"

And I made that ass jump like jerk, jerk

And that's when she

She lick me like a lollipop (I like that) [3x]

OK after you back it up and stop

Drop it shawty

Drop it like it's hot

Oh, drop it like it's hot

Do it shawty don't stop

Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't shit

Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't this

Shawty said the nigga that she with can't hit

But shawty I'mma hit it hit it like I can't miss

And he can't do this

And he don't do that

Shawty need a refund,

Need to bring that nigga back

Just like a refund

I make her bring that ass back

And she bring that ass back

Because I like that

Call me so I can make it juicy for you

Call me so I can get it juicy for you

I get her on top

She drop it like it's hot

And when I'm at the bottom

She Hillary Rodham

The middle of the bed

Giving getting head,

I said I like that

Call me so I can come and do it for you

Call me so I can come and prove it for you

77. Lil Wayne -- A Milli (July 26, 2008)

Young Money

Ya Dig

Mack, I'm going in

A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire

Tougher than Nigerian hair

My criteria compared to your career this isn't fair

I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed

Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet

In my mind 'cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time

'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar

And the almighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper

Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa

Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin'

Tell the coppers hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em

I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em

You can't man 'em then you mop 'em,

You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em,

You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher!

Motherfucker I'm ill

A million here, a million there

Sicilian bitch with long hair

With coke in the derriиre

Like smoke in the thinnest air

I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me

Like look at that bastard weezy

He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem

OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin?

Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing

On some faggot bullshit call him Dennis Rodman

Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick

Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch

Don't you hate a shy bitch?

Yeah I ate a shy bitch

She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch

Hahahaha, yeah, nigga that's my bitch

So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised bitch

It ain't trickin' if you got it

But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit

Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick

And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my Glock sick and my knot thick

I'm it!

Motherfucker I'm ill!

Yeah

See..

They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?

Who that say they're gonna beat Lil' Wayne

My name ain't BIC, but I keep that flame man

Who that one that do that boy?

You knew that

True that swallow

And I be the shit now you got loose bowels

I don't owe you like two vowels

But I would like for you to pay me by the hour

Ha ha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers

Than to be in the pen sharing showers

Ha, Tony told us this world was ours

And the Bible told us every girl was sour

Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower

Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower

Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry

Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me

Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me

Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting

I do what I do and you do what you can do about it bitch

I could turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me

Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me

They don't see me, but they hear me

They don't feel me, but they fear me.

I'm illie

C3

3 Peat

Hahahaha

78. Young Jeezy (ft. Kanye West) -- Put On (September 13, 2008)

I put on, I put on, I put on

When they see me off in traffic they say "Jeezy on some other shit"

Send them pussy niggas running straight back to the dealership

Me, I'm in my spaceship, that's right, I work for NASA

This FNH is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard

"Call that bitch your bodyguard?" Yeah, that's my bodyguard

Wear a lot of jewelry, Young don't do security

What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate?

If you want it, come and get it, you know I stay super straight

Ran up in my spots and now I'm working out the Super 8

Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate

Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah, I got that super cake

Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait

I put on for my city, on-on for my city

I put on for my city, on-on for my city

Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside)

Put on (Westside) put on, let's go!

Hat back, top back, ain't nothing but a young thug

HKs, AK's, I need to join a gun club

Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super-sized

Passenger's a redbone, her weave look like some curly fries

Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce

Pocket full of celery, imagine what she telling me

Blowing on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked

Riding to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote

They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that Glock on me

Don't get caught without one, coming from where I'm from

Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flying down Campbellton

So fresh, so clean, on my way to Charlene

I feel like it's still niggas that owe me checks

I feel like it's still bitches that owe me sex

I feel like this but niggas don't know he's stressed

I lost the only girl in the world that know me best

I got the money and the fame, man, that don't mean shit

I got the Jesus on a chain, man, that don't mean shit

Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace

Yo, I need just at least, uh, one of Russell's nieces

On, I let my nightmares go

I put on everybody that I knew from the 'Go

I know hoes that was fronting when they knew he was broke

They say, "Damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more?"

"You got that big fame, homie, and you just changed on me"

You can ask big homie, man, the top so lonely

I ain't lying

So lonely, I ain't lying!

Let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight)

I'm high as a satellite (satellite)

I see those flashing lights (flashing lights)

Cause every night, every night, I put on

Let me see what we have tonight

I'm high as a satellite

I see those flashing lights

Cause every night, every night

79. T.I. -- Whatever You Like (September 20, 2008)

Aye, Jill, you know the old sugar daddies?

They be tricking, they tell them girls

I said you can have whatever you like

Stacks on deck, Patron on ice

And we can pop bottles all night

Baby, you can have whatever you like

I said you can have whatever you like

Late night sex, so wet and so tight

I gas up the jet for you tonight

And, baby, you can go wherever you like

I said you can go wherever you like

Anytime you want to pick up the telephone, you

Know it ain't nothing to drop a couple stacks on you

Want it, you can get it, my dear

Five million dollar home, drop Bentleys, I swear

I want your body, need your body

Long as you got me you won't need nobody

You want it, I got it, go get it, I'll buy it

Tell them other broke nigga be quiet

Shawty, you the hottest, love the way you drop it

Brain so good could've sworn you went to college.

Hundred K deposit, vacations in the tropics

Everybody know it ain't tricking if you got it

And you ain't never ever gotta go in your wallet.

Long as I got rubber-band banks in my pocket

Five, six rides with rims and a body kit

You ain't gotta downgrade, you can get what I get

My chick can have what she want

And go in any store buy any bag she want

I know you ain't ever had a man like that

To buy you anything your heart desire like that

I'm talking big boy rides, and big boy ice

Let me put this big boy in your life

That thing get so wet and hit so right

Let me put this big boy in your life; that's right

Hey, Jill

80. T.I. (ft. Rihanna) -- Live Your Life (November 29, 2008)

You're gonna be a shining star with fancy clothes, fancy car-ars.

And then you'll see, you're gonna go far.

'Cause everyone knows just who you are-are.

So live your life, ay, ay, ay.

You steady chasing that paper.

Just live your life, oh, ay, ay, ay.

Ain't got no time for no haters.

Just live your life, oh, ay, ay, ay.

No telling where it'll take you.

Just live your life, oh, ay, ay, ay.

'Cause I'm a paper chaser.

[T.I.:]

Never mind what haters say,

Ignore them 'til they fade away.

Amazing they ungrateful after all the game I gave away.

Safe to say I paved the way for you cats to get paid today.

You still be wasting days away, nah had I never saved the day.

Consider them my protйgй, homage I think they should pay.

Instead of being gracious, they violate in a major way.

I never been a hater still I love them in a crazy way.

Some say they sold the yay and no they couldn't even work on Labor Day.

It ain't that black and white, it has an area that's shaded grey.

I'm Westside anyway, even if I left today and stayed away.

Some move away to make a way not move away 'cause they afraid.

I brought back to the hood and all you ever did was take away.

I pray for patience but they make me wanna melt their face away.

Like I once made them spray, now I could make them plead their case away.

Been thuggin' all my life, can't say I don't deserve to take a break.

You'd rather see me catch a case and watch my future fade away.

[T.I.:]

I'm the opposite of moderate,

Immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid.

Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics.

Articulate but still would grab a nigga by the collar quick.

Whoever having problems with their record sales just holla tip.

If that don't work and all else fails, then turn around and follow tip.

I got love for the game but ay I'm not in love with all of it.

Could do without the fame and the rappers nowadays are comedy.

The hootin' and the hollerin' back and forth with the arguing.

Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in.

Seems as though you lost sight of what's important when depositin'.

The cheques into your bank account and you up out of poverty.

Your values is a disarray, prioritizing horribly.

Unhappy with the riches 'cause your piss poor morally.

Ignoring all prior advice and fore warning.

And we mighty full of ourselves all of a sudden aren't we?

Now everybody watchin' what I do.

Come walk in my shoes,

And see the way I'm livin' if you really want to.

I got my mind on my money and I not goin' away.

So keep on gettin' your paper and keep on climbin'.

Look in the mirror and keep on shinin'.

'Til the game ends, 'til the clock stops.

We gonna post up on the top spot.

So live your life.

81. Kanye West -- Heartless (February 7, 2009)

In the night, I hear them talk the coldest story ever told

Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul

To a woman so heartless

How could you be so heartless

Oh, how could you be so heartless?

How could you be so cold

As the winter wind when it breeze yo

Just remember that you talking to me though

You need to watch the way you talking to me yo

I mean after all the things that we been through

I mean after all the things we got into

Ayo, I know there are some things that you ain't told me

Ayo, I did some things but that's the old me

And now you wanna get me back and you gonna show me

So you walk around like you don't know me

You got a new friend, well, I got homies

But in the end it's still so lonely

How could you be so Dr. Evil?

You bringing out a side of me that I don't know

I decided we weren't gonna speak so

Why we up 3 A.M. on the phone?

Why would she be so mad at me for?

Homie, I don't know she's hot and cold

I won't stop won't mess my groove up

Cause I already know how this thing go

You run and tell your friends that you're leaving me

They say that they don't see what you see in me

You wait a couple months then you gonna see

You'll never find nobody better than me

Talking talking talking talk

Baby, let's just knock it off

They don't know what we been through

They don't know about me and you

So why I got something new to see?

And you just gon' keep hating me

And we just gon' be enemies

I know you can't believe

I could just leave it wrong

And you can't make it right

I'm gon' take off tonight

Into the night

82. T.I. (ft. Justin Timberlake) -- Dead and Gone (March 14, 2009)

Let me kick it to you right quick, man

Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit

Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you feel the same way

Big Phil

This for you pimpin'

Oh (eyyy)

I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long)

Just tryna find my way back home (back home)

The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home

Run into a group of niggas who gettin' they hate on

You walk by

They get wrong

You reply then shit get blown

Way outta proportion

Way past discussion

Just you against them, pick one then rush 'em

Figure you'll get jumped, hell that's nothing

They don't wanna stop there now they bussin'

Now you gushin', ambulance rushin'

You to the hospital with a bad concussion

Plus ya hit 4 times

Plus it hit ya spine

Paralyzed waist down now ya wheel chair bound

Nevermind that now you lucky to be alive

Just think it all started you fussin' with 3 guys

Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way

You could fuck around, get shot, die any day

Niggas die everyday

All over bull shit, dope money, dice game, ordinary hood shit

Could this be 'cos of hip hop music?

Or did the ones with the good sense not use it?

Usually niggas don't know what to do when their back against the wall so they just start shootin'

For red or for blue or for blo I guess

From Bankhead or from your projects

No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take

Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake

That part of me left yesterday

The heart of me is strong today

No regrets I'm blessed to say

The old me dead and gone away

I ain't never been scared, I lived through tragedy

Situation could've been dead lookin' back at it

Most of that shit didn't even have to happen

But you don't think about it when you out there trappin'

In apartments, hangin', smokin', and rappin'

Niggas start shit, next thing ya know we cappin'

Get locked up then didn't even get mad

Now think about damn what a life I had

Most of that shit, look back, just laugh

Some shit still look back get sad

Maybe my homeboy still be around

Had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time

I won that fight

I lost that war

I can still see my nigga walkin' out that door

Who'da thought I'd never see Philant no more?

Got enough dead homies I don't want no more

Cost a nigga his job

Cost me more

I'd took that ass-whooping now for sure

Now think before I risk my life

Take them chances to get my stripe

A nigga put his hands on me alright

Otherwise stand there talk shit all night

'Cos I hit you, you sue me,

I shoot you, get locked up, who me?

No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take

Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake

83. Soulja Boy (ft. Sammie) -- Kiss Me Thru the Phone (April 11, 2009)

Soulja Boy, I tell 'em

[Sammie]

Baby, you know that I miss you

I wanna get with you

Tonight but I cannot, baby girl

And that's the issue

Girl, you know I miss you

I just wanna kiss you

But I can't right now

So, baby, kiss me through the phone

(kiss me through the phone)

I'll see you later on

Kiss me through the phone

(kiss me through the phone)

See you when I get home

[Soulja Boy]

Baby, I know that you like me

You my future wifey

Soulja Boy, I tell 'em yeah

You could be my Bonnie

I can be your Clyde

You can be my wife

Text me, call me,

I need you in my life yeah

All day, everyday I need you

And every time I see you

My feelings get deeper

I miss you, I miss you

I really wanna kiss

You but I can't

[Sammie]

Six seven eight triple nine eight two one two

[Sammie]

Baby, you know that I miss you

I wanna get with you

Tonight but I cannot, baby girl

And that's the issue

Girl, you know I miss you

I just wanna kiss you

But I can't right now

So, baby, kiss me through the phone

(kiss me through the phone)

I'll see you later on

Kiss me through the phone

(kiss me through the phone)

See you when I get home

[Soulja Boy]

Baby,

I've been thinking lately

So much about you

Everything about you,

I like it, I love it

Kissing you in public

Thinking nothing of it

Roses by the dozen

Talking on the phone

Baby, you're so sexy

Your voice is so lovely

I love your complexion

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

I really wanna kiss you

But I can't

[Soulja Boy]

She call my phone like

Da da dadadada da da dadadada da da

We on the phone like

Da da dadadada da da dadadada da da

We taking pics like

Da da dadadada da da dadadada da da

She dial my number like

Da da dadadada da da dadadada da da

[Sammie]

Baby, you know that I miss you

I wanna get with you

Tonight but I cannot, baby girl

And that's the issue

Girl, you know I miss you

I just wanna kiss you

But I can't right now

So, baby, kiss me through the phone

I'll see you later on

Kiss me through the phone

See you when I get home

84. The Black Eyed Peas -- Boom Boom Pow (June 6, 2009)

Gotta get that

Gotta g-g-g-get-get-get, that that that that that

Boom, boom, boom, gotta get that

Boom, boom, boom, now

Boom, boom, boom, now

[Will.I.Am:]

Yo

I got the hit that beat the block

You can get that bass overload

I got that rock and roll

That future flow

That digital spit

Next level visual shit

I got that boom, boom, boom

How the beat bang, boom, boom, boom

[Fergie:]

I like that boom, boom pow

Them chickens jackin' my style

They try to copy my swagger

I'm on that next shit now

I'm so three thousand and eight

You so two thousand and late

I got that boom, boom, boom

That future boom, boom, boom

Let me get it now

[Taboo:]

I'm on the supersonic boom

Y'all hear the space ship zoom

When when I step inside the room

Them girls go ape shit, uh

Y'all stuck on super A-shit

That lo-fi stupid 8-bit

I'm on that HD flat

This beat go boom, boom, pow

[Apl.De.Ap:]

I'm a beast when you turn me on

Into the future cybertron

Harder, faster, better, stronger

Sexin' ladies extra longer,

'Cause we got the beat that bounce

We got the beat that pow

We got the beat that 808

That boom, boom in your town

[Fergie:]

People in the place

If you wanna get down

Put your hands in the air

Will.I.am drop the beat now

[Will.I.Am:]

Yep, yep

I be rockin' them beats, yep, yep

I be rockin' them beats, yep, yep, yep, yep

Here we go, here we go

Satellite radio

Y'all getting hit with the boom, boom

Beats so big I'm stepping on leprechauns

Shitin' on y'all with the boom, boom

Shitin' on y'all with the boom, boom

Shitin' on y'all with the

This beat be bumping, bumping

This beat go boom, boom

Let the beat rock

This beat be bumping, bumpin'

This beat go boom, boom

Let the beat rock, let the beat rock

85. Drake -- Best I Ever Had (June 13, 2009)

You know a lot of girls be thinking my songs are about them, but this is not to get confused, this one's for you

Baby you're my everything, you're all I ever wanted

We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it

You be up on everything, other hoes ain't ever on it

I want this forever, I swear I could spend whatever on it

'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up

When I get right I promise that we gon' live it up

She made me beg for it, 'til she give it up

And I say the same thing every single time

I say you the fuckin' best you the fuckin' best you the fuckin' best you the fuckin' best

You the best I ever had best I ever had best I ever had best I ever had

I say you the fuckin'

Know you got a roommate

Call me when there's no one there

Put the key under the mat

And you know I be over there

I be over there, shawty I be over there

I be hittin' all the spots that you ain't even know was there

And you don't even have to ask twice

You could have my heart, or we could share it like the last slice

Always felt like you were so accustomed to the fast life

Have a nigga thinking that he met you in a past life

Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin' with no make-up on

That's when you're the prettiest, I hope that you don't take it wrong

You don't even trip when friends say you ain't bringing Drake along

You know that I'm working I'll be there soon as I make it home

And she a patient in my waiting room

Never pay attention to the rumours and what they assume

And until 'em girls prove it

I'm the one that never get confused with

'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up

When I get right I promise that we gon' live it up

She made me beg for it, 'til she give it up

And I say the same thing every single time

I say you the fuckin' best you the fuckin' best you the fuckin' best you the fuckin' best. discourse vocabulary language rap

You the best I ever had best I ever had best I ever had best I ever had

I say you the fuckin'

Sex, love, pain, baby I be on that Tank shit

Buzz so big, I could probably sell a blank disk

When my album drop, bitches will buy it for the picture

And niggas'll buy it too and claim they got it for their sister

Magazine paper girl the money ain't the issue

They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial

She call me the referee 'cause I be so official

My shirt ain't got no stripes but I can make your pussy whistle

Like the Andy Griffith theme song

And who told you to put them jeans on

Double cup love, you're the one I lean on

Feeling for a fix, then you should really get your fiend on

Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot

Every single show she out there reppin' like a mascot

Get it from the back and make your fuckin' bra strap pop

All up in your slot 'til a nigga hit the jack pot

See this the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody

Just make sure they that special somebody

Young Money

You know who you are, I got ya

86. Jay-Z (ft. Rihanna & Kanye West) -- Run This Town (September 26, 2009)

Feel it comin' in the air

Hear the screams from everywhere

I'm addicted to the thrill

It's a dangerous love affair

Can't be scared when it goes down

Got a problem, tell me now

Only thing that's on my mind

Is who's gon' run this town tonight

Is who's gon' run this town tonight

We gon' run this town

[Jay-Z]

We are

This is Roc Nation

Pledge your allegiance

Get your fatigues on

All black everything

Black cards, black cars

All black everything

And our girls are blackbirds

Ridin' with they Dillingers

I get more in depth

If you boys really real enough

This is La Familia

I'll explain later

But for now let me get back to this paper

I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back

I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks

Yeah I'm talkin' five comma six zeros dot zero

Here Doug

Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas

Now we squared up

Hold up

[Rihanna]

Life's a game but it's not fair

I break the rules so I don't care

So I keep doin' my own thing

Walkin' tall against the rain

Victory's within the mile

Almost there, don't give up now

Only thing that's on my mind

Is who's gon' run this town tonight

Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey

(Is who's gon' run this town tonight)

Hey-hey-hey-hey

[Jay-Z]

We are

Yeah I said it

We are

You can call me Caesar

In a dark Caesar

Please follow the leader

So Eric B. we are

Microphone fiend

It's the return of the God

Peace God

(Auh! Auh!)

And ain't nobody fresher

I'm in Maison

(Ah!)