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

Martin Margiela

On the table screamin'

Fuck the other side, they jealous

We got a banquette full of broads

They got a table full of fellas

And they ain't spending no cake

They should throw their hand in

'Cause they ain't got no spades

My whole team got dough

So my banquette is lookin' like Millionaires' Row

[Kanye West]

It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow

To everybody on your dick, no homo

I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos

Next time I'm in church, please no photos

Police escorts

Everybody passports

This the life that everybody ask for

This a fast life

We are on a crash course

What you think I rap for

To push a fucking Rav 4?

But I know that if I stay stunting

All these girls only gon' want one thing

I could spend my whole life good-will-hunting

Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cumming

She got a ass that'll swallow up a G-string

And up top, unh

Two bee stings

And I'm beasting

Off the Riesling

And my nigga just made it out the precinct

We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring

I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring

Reebok, baby

You need to try some new things

Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?

What's that 'Ye?

Baby, these heels

Is that a may?

What?!

Baby, these wheels

You trippin' when you ain't sippin'

Have a refill

You feelin' like you runnin', huh?

Now you know how we feel

87. Drake (ft. Kanye West, Lil Wayne & Eminem) -- Forever (November 14, 2009)

It may not mean nothing to y'all

But understand nothing was done for me

So I don't plan on stopping at all

I want this shit forever, man ever, man ever, man

I'm shutting shit down in the mall

And telling every girl she the one for me

And I ain't even planning to call

I want this shit forever, man ever, man ever, man

Last name ever

First name greatest

Like a sprained ankle boy I ain't nothing to play with

Started off local but thanks to all the haters

I know G4 pilots on a first name basis

In your city faded off the brown, Nino

She insists she got more class, we know

Swimming in the money, come and find me, Nemo

If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo

Drop the mix tape that shit sounded like an album

Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome

Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm

Everybody got a deal, I did it without one

Yeah, nigga I'm about my business

Killing all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list

Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness

If you ain't been a part of it, at least you got to witness, bitches

It may not mean nothing to y'all

But understand nothing was done for me

So I don't plan on stopping at all

I want this shit forever, man ever, man ever, man

I'm shutting shit down in the mall

And telling every girl she the one for me

And I ain't even planning to call

I want this shit forever, man ever, man ever, man

Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building

Ain't no question who about to kill 'em

I used to have hood dreams

Big fame, big chains

I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came

I went hard all fall like the ball teams

Just so I can make it rain all spring

Y'all seen my story, my glory

I had raped the game young

You can call it statutory

When a nigga blow up they gon' build statues for me

Old money Benjamin Button. What? Nothing

Now super bad chicks giving me McLovin

You would think I ran the world like Michelle's husband

You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn't

Like they was down with the old me no you fucking wasn't

Um, you're such a fucking loser

He didn't even go to class Bueller

Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back

Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack

Chasing the stardom will turn you to a maniac

All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act

They pull their cameras out and goddamn he snap

I used to want this thing forever, y'all can have it back

OK, hello it's the Martian

Space jam Jordans

I want this shit forever wake up and smell the garden

Fresher than the harvest

Step up to the target

If I had one guess then I guess I'm just New Orleans

And I will never stop like I'm running from the cops

Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur, "To the top."

Life is such a fucking roller coaster then it drops

But what should I scream for? This is my theme park

My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark

Pistol on my side you don't wanna hear that thing talk

Let the king talk check the price and pay attention

Lil Wayne that's what they gotta say or mention

I'm like Nevada in the middle of the summer

I'm resting in the lead I need a pillow and a cover

Shhh, my foot's sleeping on the gas

No brake pads, no such thing as last, uh.

There they go, packing stadiums as Shady spits his flow

Nuts they go, Macadamian they go so ballistic, whoa

He can make them look like Bozos

He's wondering if he should spit this slow

Fuck no! Go for broke

His cup just runneth over, oh no

He ain't had him a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed

They've been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose

Back into the game and they know

Rap will never be the same as before

Bashing in the brains of these hoes

And establishing the name as he goes

The passion in the flame is ignited

You can't put it out once we light it

This shit is exactly what the fuck that I'm talking about when we riot

You dealing with a few true villains

Who stand inside of a booth truth spilling

And spit true feelings, until our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths

Now rewind it!

Pay back motherfucker for the way that you got at me how's it taste?

When I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place

I'm Hannibal Lecter so just in case you're thinking of saving face

You ain't gonna have no face to save by the time I'm through with this place

So Drake

88. Jay-Z (ft. Alicia Keys) -- Empire State of Mind (November 21, 2009)

Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca

Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever

I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here

I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere

I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos

Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's

Took it to my stash spot, 560 State St.

Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons' whipping Pastry

Cruisin' down 8th St., off-white Lexus

Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas

Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie

Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me

Say what up to TyTy, still sippin' Mai Tai's

Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five

Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....

[Alicia Keys:]

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do

Now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

The lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York, New York,

New York

You're welcome OG. I made you hot, nigga!

[Jay-Z:]

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can

You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though

But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock

Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop

Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back

For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add

8 million stories, out there in the naked

City it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it

Me, I got a plug Special Ed "I Got It Made"

If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade

Three dice Cee-lo, three Card Molly

Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley

Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade

Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's

That boy good. Welcome to the bright light, baby.

[Jay-Z:]

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

Or they could step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is

Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually

Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve

Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style

And when the winter gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out

City of sin, it's a pity on a whim

Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out

Everybody ride her, just like a bus route

Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin

And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end

Came here for school, graduated to the high life

Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight

MDMA got you feelin' like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

[Alicia Keys:]

One hand in the air for the big city

Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty

No place in the world that could compare

Put your lighters in the air

Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" (c'mon, c'mon)

I'm from...

89. Young Money (ft. Lloyd) -- BedRock (January 23, 2010)

[Lloyd:]

I Can make your bed rock (Young Money)

I Can make your bed rock girl

Kane is in the building nigga

I Can make your bed rock

[Lil Wayne:]

She got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad

I'm attracted to her for her attractive ass

And now we murderers, because we kill time

I knock her lights out and she still shine

I hate to see her go, but I'd love to watch her leave

But I keep her runnin' back and forth like a soccer team

Cold as a winter's day, hot as a summer's eve

Young Money thieves, steal your love and leave

[Gudda Gudda:]

I like the way you walkin' if you walkin' my way

I'm that red bull, now let's fly away

Let's buy a place with all kinds of space

I'll let you be the judge and I'm the case

I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under

I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder

She don't even wonder, cause she know she bad

And I got her nigga, grocery bags

[Lloyd:]

Okay, oh baby

I be stuck to you like glue baby

Wanna spend it all on you baby

My room is the g-spot

Call me Mr. Flintstone

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock girl

[Nicki Minaj:]

Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it's my turn

Maybe it's time to put this pussy on your side burns

He say I'm bad, he probably right

He pressin' me like button downs on a Friday night (Ha ha ha)

I'm so pretty like, be on my pedal bike

Be on my low scorch

Be on my echo whites

He say, "Nicki don't stop, you the bestest."

And I just be coming off the top, asbestos

[Drake:]

I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi

I race for your love, shake and bake, Ricky bobby

I'm at the W but I can't meet you in the lobby

Girl I gotta watch my back cause I'm not just anybody

I see them standing in line, just to get beside her

I let her see the Aston, I let the rest surprise her

That's when we disappear, you need GPS to find her

Oh that was your girl, I thought I recognized her

[Lil Wayne & Lloyd:]

Gudda gudda

T Streets

Mack Maine

Jae Millz

Tyga

Drizzy Drake

Nicki Minaj

Hey Shanell

Lil Twist

Lil Chuckee

And Young Lloyd

We're young money.

90. Timbaland (ft. Drake) -- Say Something (March 27, 2010)

This shit was all I knew

You and me only

I did it all for you

Still you were lonely

We coulda worked it out, uh, but I guess things change

It's funny how someone else's success brings pain

When you no longer involved, that person has it all

And you just stuck standing there

But, I'm gonna need you to say something baby

Say something baby, say something baby, say something baby

I'm gon' need you to say something baby

Yeah, it really sucks, but ever since I've been long gone

I traded in my senorita for a microphone

I hate the way we fell apart, girl, it's sad to see

Your life was good, but me and you, we a catastrophe

If I was a success, oh, would you be satisfied?

I need a paramedic, girl, I'm feelin' paralyzed

If I could choose, you would always be a friend of me

The more money I made, you actin' like my enemy

It's crazy, I can't help it if you feelin' change

Thought the pressure would turn you to my diamond babe

How could somethin' so familiar be so strange?

Closest friends gettin' strange when your status change

Why is it my mistake that where I am and where you at

And my homeboy Larry Live is the only one that have my back?

We were the perfect pair, and now it seem that we don't match

Is it the money? Want me to give it back?

This shit was all I knew

You and me only

I did it all for you

Still you were lonely

Uh, I am the topic of conversation, this a celebration

Let's toast to the fact that I moved out my momma's basement

To a condo downtown 'cause it's all about location

I sit and drink wine and watch Californication of life

You shoulda been here to kick it with me

We coulda split this whole thing up 50/50

But now I'm at the 40/40 getting bitches tipsy

Killing shit, the ever so talented Mr. Ripley

How I go from being the man that you argue with

To me and Dwayne Carter putting out the hardest shit

I should wanna go back to the one I started with

But I'm addicted to this life, it's gon' be hard to quit

Yeah, just ask me how things are coming along

You can tell me that you never heard none of my songs

Long as you end up saying one day you plan to listen

'Cause what's a star when its most important fan is missing?

91. B.o.B (ft. Bruno Mars) -- Nothin' on You (April 24, 2010)

Beautiful girls, all over the world

I could be chasing but my time would be wasted

They got nothing on you, baby

Nothing on you, baby

They might say hi, and I might say hey

But you shouldn't worry, about what they say

'Cause they got nothing on you, baby (Yeah...)

Nothing on you, baby

(Nuh-nuh-nuh-nothing on you babe, nuh-nothing on you)

I know you feel where I'm coming from (from)

Regardless of the things in my past that I've done (done)

Most of it really was for the hell of the fun (the uh)

On the carousel, so around I spun (spun)

With no directions, just tryna get some (some)

Tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun (sun)

And so I lost more than I had ever won (What?)

And honestly, I ended up with none (Huh?)

There's no much nonsense, it's on my conscience

I'm thinking baby I should get it out"

And I don't wanna sound redundant

But I was wondering, if there was something that you wanna know

(Something that you wanna know)

But never mind that, we should let it go (we should let it go)

'Cause we don't wanna be a TV episode (TV episode)

And all the bad thoughts, just let 'em go (go!)

Go (Go!) Go (Heeeeey!)

Hands down, there will never be another one (nope!)

I been around and I never seen another one (naaaah...)

Look at your style they ain't really got nothing on

And you out and you ain't got nothing on (Ha ha!)

Baby you the whole package, plus you pay your taxes

And you keep it real while them other stay plastic

You're my Wonder Woman call me Mr. Fantastic

Stop... - Now think about it

I've been to London, I've been to Paris

Even went out there to Tokyo

Back home down in Georgia, to New Orleans

But you always steal the show (steal the show)

And just like that girl you got me froze (got me froze)

Like a Nintendo 64 (sixty-fo')

If you never knew, well now you know (know!)

Know (Know!) Know (Heeeeey~!)

Everywhere I go, I'm always hearing yo' name (name, name, name, name...)

And no matter where I'm at, girl you make me wanna sing (sing, sing, sing, sing...)

Whether a bus or a plane (plane), or a car or a train (train)

No other girls in my brain, and you the one to blame

92. Drake -- Over (June 12, 2010)

I know way too many people here right now that I didn't know last year

Who the fuck are y'all?

I swear it feels like the last few nights we've been everywhere and back

But I just can't remember it all

What am I doing, what am I doing?

Oh, yeah, that's right.

I'm doing me, I'm doing me

I'm living life right now, man

And this what I'mma do 'til it's over

'Til it's over. It's far from over

Alright, bottles on me

'Long as someone drink it

Never drop the ball, fuck y'all thinking?

Making sure the young money ship is never sinking

'Bout to set it off in this bitch Jada Pinkett

I shouldn't have drove, tell me how I'm getting home

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language Rosetta stone

I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known

About to go thriller Mike Jackson on these niggas

All I need is a fucking red jacket with some zippers

Super good smidoke a package of the Swishers

I did it overnight. It couldn't happen any quicker

Y'all know them, but fuck it me either

But point the biggest skeptic out I'll make them a believer

It wouldn't be the first time I've done it throwing hundreds

When I should be throwing ones bitch I run it ah

Uh,

One thing 'bout music when it hits you feel no pain

And I swear I got this shit that makes these bitches go insane

So they tell me that they love me.

I know better than that it's just game

It's just what comes with the fame

And I'm ready for that. I'm just saying

I really can't complain. Everything is kosher

Two thumbs up, ebert and roeper

I really can't see the end getting any closer

But I'll probably still be the man when everything is over

So I'm riding through the city with my high beams on

Can you see me? Can you see me? Get your Visine on

Y'all just do not fit the picture

Turn your widescreen on

If you thinking I'mma quit before I die dream on

Man, they treat me like a legend

Am I really this cold?

I'm really too young to be feeling this old

It's about time you admit it. Who you kidding, man?

Nobody's ever done it like I did it

Ah

93. Nicki Minaj -- Your Love (July 10, 2010)

Shawty, Imma only tell you this once, you're the illest (Bah ba dah dah oh)

And for your lovin' I'm a Die Hard like Bruce Willis

(Bah ba dah dah oh)

You got spark, you, you got spunk

You, you got something all the girls want

You're like a candy store

And I'm a toddler

You got me wantin' more and mo mo more of

Your love, your love (yeah, yeah) [x4]

Your love, your love [x4]

Yo (yo)

He the type to pop tags and be cocking the brim

Might breeze through The Ave, might stop at the gym

And he keep a du rag, keep the wave on swim

Wa-wa-waves on swim so they hate on him

Anyway I think I met him sometime before

In a different life or where I record

I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve

But my vision ends with the apple on the tree

'S' on my chest cause I'm ready to save him

Ready to give up on anybody that plays him

And I think I love him, I love him just like I raised him

When he call me mama, lil mama, I call him baby

He the type to keep a couple hundred grand in the rubberband

Just left Money Gram in the Lemon Lam

Hot damn make me scream like summer jam

I mean that nigga must be from the motherland

Anyway I think I met him in the Sky

When I was a Geisha he was a Samurai

Somehow I understood him when he spoke Thai

Never spoke lies and he never broke fly

"S" on my chest let me get my cape on

He so thugged out, Ghostface and Raekwon

Konvict just like Akon

Cause you know the snitches be putting a jake on

Find me in the dark

I'll be in the stars

Find me in your heart

I'm in need of your love

Your Love, your love, your love, your love

Baby, you're the illest, your love

Your love

94. Eminem (ft. Rihanna) -- Love the Way You Lie (September 4, 2010)

[Rihanna:]

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry

Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

[Eminem:]

I can't tell you what it really is

I can only tell you what it feels like

And right now, it's a steel knife in my windpipe

I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight

As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight

High off her love, drunk from her hate

It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her the more I suffer, I suffocate

And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me

She fucking hates me and I love it

"Wait! Where you going?"

"I'm leaving you!"

"No you ain't. Come back"

We're running right back

Here we go again

It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great

I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane

But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snap

"Who's that dude?"

"I don't even know his name"

I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again

I guess I don't know my own strength

[Eminem:]

You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em

You meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em

Got that warm fuzzy feeling

Yeah, them chills used to get 'em

Now you're getting fucking sick of looking at 'em

You swore you'd never hit 'em; never do nothing to hurt 'em

Now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit them

You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em

Throw 'em down, pin 'em

So lost in the moments when you're in them

It's the rage that took over

It controls you both

So they say it's best to go your separate ways

Guess that they don't know you 'cause today that was yesterday

Yesterday is over, it's a different day

Sound like broken records playing over but you promised her

Next time you'd show restraint

You don't get another chance

Life is no Nintendo game

But you lied again

Now you get to watch her leave out the window

Guess that's why they call it window pane

[Eminem:]

Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean

And we fall back into the same patterns, same routines

But your temper's just as bad as mine is

You're the same as me

When it comes to love you're just as blinded

Baby, please come back

It wasn't you, baby it was me

Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems

Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano

All I know is I love you too much to walk away though

Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk

Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk

Told you this is my fault

Look me in the eyeball

Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall

Next time? There won't be no next time!

I apologize even though I know it's lies

I'm tired of the games I just want her back

I know I'm a liar

If she ever tries to fucking leave again

I'mma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire

I'm just gonna

95. Drake (ft. T.I. & Swizz Beatz) -- Fancy (October 30, 2010)

[Swizz Beats:]

Go

Go 'head

Go go go 'head

Go go go go go go 'head

Oh you fancy huh

Nails done, hair done, everything big

Oh you fancy huh

You you fancy huh

Oh you fancy huh

Nails done, hair done, everything big

Oh you fancy huh

You getting ready so I know we gon' be here awhile

In the bathroom flat irons and nail files

Spending hours in salons on your hairstyle

In the mall steady racking up the air miles

Hit the gym step on the scales stare at the number

You say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer

And you don't do it for the man, men never notice

You just do it for yourself you're the fucking coldest

Intelligent too ooh you're my sweetheart

I've always liked my women book and street smart

Long as they got a little class like half days

And the confidence to overlook my past ways

Time heals all, and heels hurt to walk in

But they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in

And look I really think that nobody does it better

I love the way you put it together

Well aren't you a breath of fresh air

From all these superficial gold digging bitches in here

They get a baller think that they ain't got to pick a career

Guess they plan on sucking dicks until some millions appear

Like "voilа!" You do it right he might just buy you a car

Now she play these suckers just like B.o.B play the guitar

Now here you are with your girls having drinks at the bar

I say I'm buying you decline, that is kinda bizarre

Independent with the demeanor of an R&B singer

Naked ring finger (check)

M3 beamer (check)

Champagne range

Triple white Jag'

Closet full of brand new clothes and hand bags

Alexander McQueen, Prada, Gucci, Chanel

D&G, BCBG, Versace, Louis and BeBe

You ain't needy, greedy or easy as these other breezy's

Who fuck for bottles of Riesling or bowls of baked ziti

Atlanta girls, let me see your hands

Wave em at them bitches hating on you with their friends

Girl you got it

Let em know that everything big

Nail done, hair done, everything big

And my NY girls let me see your hands

Wave em at them bitches hating on you with their friends

Girl you got it

Let em know that everything big

Nail done, hair done, everything big

And my LA girls, let me see your hands

Wave em at them bitches hating on you with their friends

Girl you got it

Let em know that everything big

Nails done, hair done, everything big

And my TO girls, let me see your hands

Wave em at them bitches hating on you with their friends

Girl you got it

Let em know that everything big

Nail done, hair done, nail done, hair done

Say go Cinderella

Go Cinderella

Orgasm blush

Lipstick and concealer

Devil in a tight dress

Girl you a killer and ain't nobody realer

And ain't nobody realer

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Showtime

Go, go, go, go

As we proceed

Uh, 5 and a half in boys

Ass is off the hook

Cinderella bout to lose the glass off her foot

And when I find it is when I find you

And we can do the things we never got the time to

Better late than never

But never late is better

They tell me time is money, well we'll spend it together

I'm down for whatever

You just lead the way

We go to dinner you don't even look at me to pay

Mature women with more than me were the first to tempt me

And Jason had this girl Tammy with a purple Bentley

How she got it I ain't never get to ask

I just knew that she was fine like a ticket on the dash

Yeah, but shout out to the homeowners

The girls that got diplomas

And enough money to loan us a little something extra

Should we ever need it

If it sounds like you then let me hear you repeat it

96. Lil Wayne (ft. Drake) -- Right Above It (November 6, 2010)

Now tell me how ya love it

You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it, we on.. 'cause we on..

Who else really tryin' to fuck with Hollywood Co.?

I'm with Marley G. bro

Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know

This that "Slumdog millionaire" Bollywood flow and uh..

My real friends never hear it from me

Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose

I don't get shit confused

I got a small circle

I'm not with different crews

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes

Live in the same buildin', but we got different views

I got a couple cars, I never get to use

Don't like my women single

I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole

Plus I've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it

We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker

If you ain't runnin' with it run from it, motherfucker

Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..

Meet me on the fresh train

Yes I'm in the buildin'

You just on the list of guest names

And all my riders do not give a fuck: X-Games

Guns turn you boys into pussies: sex change..

And I smoke til' I got chest pains

And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James

Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne

I been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane

Skinny pants and some vans

Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, Amen

As the world spin and dance in my hands

Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand

Ugh. Wake up and smell a pussy

You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me

I'm on the paper trail, there ain't no tellin' where it took me, yeah

And I ain't a killer, but don't push me

Ugh. How do he say what's never said?

Beautiful black woman

I bet that bitch look better red

Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more on my second leg

Motherfuckin' Birdman junior, eleventh grade

Ball on automatic start

I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw

Wildcat offense.. Check the paw prints..

We in the buildin', you niggas in apartments

Ugh. N-now c'mon be my blood donor

Flow so nice you ain't even gotta put a rug on her

Do it big and let the small fall under that

Damn where you stumbled at?

From where did they gumbo at?

Kane got the fucking beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack

And you know me

I get on this bitch and have a heart attack

Hip-Hop I'm the heart of that

Nigga nothin' short of that

President Carter, Young Money Democrat. Ugh.

Yeah... We on... Young moola baby!

97. Waka Flocka Flame (ft. Wale & Roscoe Dash) -- No Hands (December 11, 2010)

Listen to the track bitch

Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance

DJ turn me up ladies this yo jam

Come on

I'mma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants

And I'mma throw this money

While you do it with no hands

Girl drop it to the floor

I love the way yo booty go

All I wanna do

Is sit back and watch you move

And I'll proceed to throw this cash

All that ass in those jeans

Can wale beat

Can Roscoe speak

Long hair she don't care

When she walks, she gets stares

Brown skin or a yellow bone

DJ this my favorite song

So I'mma make it thunderstorm

Blood want it flacka yea

Throw it fuck it I don't care

Glasses flying everywhere

Tap my partner Roscoe like bruh

I'm drunk as hell

Can't you tell

Goose we been spent fifty stacks

So fuck it, well

I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that swallow dick

Take this dick and swallow bay Moscato got her freaky

Hey you got me in a trance

Please take off your pants

Pussy pop on a handstand

You got me sweating

Please pass me a fan

Damn

She said, "Look, ma. No hands."

She said, "Look, ma. No hands."

And no darlin' I don't dance

And I'm with Roscoe I'm with Waka

I think I deserve a chance

I'm a bad mother fucker go and ask them motherfuckers

A young handsome motherfucker I slang that wood I just nunchuck'em

And who you with and what's your name

Are you not hip boo I'm wale

And that DC shit I rap all day

And my eyes red 'cause of all that haze

Don't blow my high

Let me shine

Drummer on the beat let me take my time

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Fucking what broad these hoes ain't mine

Is you out yo mind, you out yo league

I sweat no bitches that sweat out weaves

Wear out tracks let me do my thing

I got sixteen for this Roscoe thing

But I'm almost done let me get back to it

Hold lot of loud and a little back wood

Whole lotta money big tip by wood

I put it on a train little engine could

Bitch!

R-o-s-c-o-e

Mr. Shawty put it on me

Please

I be going ham shorty upgrade from bologna

Please

Them niggas tipping good girl but I can make it flood

I can

'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Rain rain go away

That's what all my haters say

My pockets stuck on overload

My rain never evaporates

No need to elaborate

Most of these ducks exaggerate

They do

But I'mma get money nigga every day stunting

Nigga ducks might get a chance after me

Get out

Bitch I'm ballin' like I'm comin' off a free throw

Yes

Shook yo ahead in the game no cheat codes

No

Lambo Roscoe no street code

'Cause yo booty go me lost like Nemo

Get out

98. Rick Ross (ft. Drake & Chrisette Michele) -- Aston Martin Music (December 25, 2010)

Let's pull the two-seater out, baby

It's wherever you wanna go

Jessy ...

Rosй

[Chrisette Michele:]

Riding to the music this is how we do it all night (all night)

Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby in our ride

Just me and my boss

No worries at all

Listening to the Aston Martin Music Music

[Drake:]

Would've came back for you

I just needed time to do what I had to do

Caught in the life I can't let it go

Whether that's right I will never know

But here goes nothing.

[Rick Ross:]

When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall

Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call?

My down bitch one who live by the code

Put this music shit aside get it in on the road

A lot of quiet time pink bottles of Rosй

Exotic red bottoms whole body glittered in gold

Following fundamentals and following in a rental

I love a nasty girl whose swallow is on the menu

That money triple up when ya get it out of state

I need a new safe 'cause I'm running out of space

Elroy Jetson I'm somewhere out of space

In my two-seater she's the one that I would take

[Drake:]

Would've came back for you

I just needed time to do what I had to do

Caught in the life I can't let it go

Whether that's right I will never know

But here goes nothing.

[Rick Ross:]

Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box

Mr. KFC VVSs is in the watch

Living fast where it's all about that money bag

Never front you take it there, it ain't no coming back

Top down right here is where she wanna be

As my goals unfold right in front of me

Every time we fuck her soul take a hold of me

Addicted like Pookie that pussy be controlling me

That thing keep calling

Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep balling

Pink bottles keep coming

James Bond coupe pop clutch 100

[Drake:]

Would've came back for you

I just needed time to do what I had to do

Caught in the life I can't let it go

Whether that's right I will never know

Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong

Tried to be patient, waited too long

But I would've came back, but I would've came back

Would've came back, would've came back

Would've came -

I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta

Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what's up with you?

I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it

I took some sense and made a nickel of it

I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers

With those lips that all that lipstick covers

You're never too grown up to miss and hug her

And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers

I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers

This ain't the life that I'm used to

Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to

Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me

And fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me

I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad

The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have

I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags

Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd

In one nigga, amazing shit

I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit

I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit

And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit

Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games?

I really think you stare at yourself and you see things

La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed

To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck with

Fuck is up?

Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices

23 and goin' through a midlife crisis

But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife

And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live life like it

Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach

To be far from hood, but to understand the streets

I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech

Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach

Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it

Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment

And, baby, I'll never forget none of that

Girl, I told you I was coming back

Aston Martin Music Music (Aston Martin Music, Music)

99. Wiz Khalifa -- Black and Yellow (February 5, 2011)

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is

Everything I do, yeah, I do it big

Yeah, uh-huh, screaming: "That's nothing!"

When I pulled off the lot, that's stunting

Repping my town, when you see me you know everything

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Uh, black stripe, yellow paint

Them niggas scared of it, but them hoes ain't

Soon as I hit the club, look at them hoes' face

Hit the pedal once, make the floor shake

Suede inside, my engine roaring

It's the big boy, you know what I paid for it

And I got the pedal to the metal

Got you niggas checking game, I'm balling out on every level

Hear them haters talk, but there's nothing you can tell 'em

Just made a million, got another million on my schedule

No love for 'em, nigga breaking hearts

No keys, push to start

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is

Everything I do, yeah, I do it big

Yeah, uh-huh, screaming: "That's nothing!"

When I pulled off the lot, that's stunting

Repping my town, when you see me you know everything

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Got a call from my jeweler, this just in

And bitches love me 'cause I'm fucking with their best friends

Not a lesbian, but she a freak though

This ain't for one night, I'm shining all week, ho

I'm sipping Clicquot and rocking yellow diamonds

So many rocks up in my watch I can't tell what the time is

Got a pocket full of big faces

Throw it up, 'cause every nigga that I'm with Taylor'd

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is

Everything I do, yeah, I do it big

Yeah, uh-huh, screaming: "That's nothing!"

When I pulled off the lot, that's stunting

Repping my town, when you see me you know everything

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Stay high like how I'm supposed to do

That crowd underneath them clouds can't get close to you

And my car look unapproachable

Super clean, but it's super mean

She wanna fuck with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks

Get fly and take trips and that's that, real rap

I let her get high if she want and she feel that

Convertible drop feel, '87, the top peeled back

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is

You already know what it is, man

And if you don't, you should by now

Repping my town, when you see me you know everything

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is

Everything I do, yeah, I do it big

Yeah, uh-huh, screaming: "That's nothing!"

When I pulled off the lot, that's stunting

Repping my town, when you see me you know everything

100. Nicki Minaj (ft. Drake) -- Moment 4 Life (February 19, 2011)

I fly with the stars in the skies

I am no longer trying to survive

I believe that life is a prize

But to live doesn't mean you're alive

Don't worry 'bout me and who I fire

I get what I desire, it's my empire

And yes I call the shots, I am the umpire

I sprinkle holy water upon the vampire

In this very moment I'm king

In this very moment I slay Goliath with a sling

In this very moment I bring, put it on everything

That I will retire with the ring

And I will retire with the crown, yes

No, I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes

Clap for the heavy weight champ, me

But I couldn't do it all alone, we

Young money raised me, grew up out in Baisley

South side Jamaica, Queens and it's crazy

Cause I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me

Shout out to my haters,

Sorry that you couldn't faze me

Ain't being cocky, we just vindicated

Best believe that what we done this moment

Will be syndicated, I don't know

This night just remind me of

Everything they deprived me of

Put your drinks up

It's a celebration every time we link up

We done did everything they could think of

Greatness is what we on the brink of

I wish that I could have this moment

For life, for life, for life

Cause in this moment I just feel so

Alive, alive, alive

I wish that I could have this moment

For life, for life, for life

This is my moment I just feel so

Alive, alive, alive

[Drake:]

When I tell them hoes bow, bow, bow to me

Drop down to your knees

Young Money, the mafia, that's where the love cease

I'm in a Dominican, Big Papi Ortiz

Doing Target Practice

All these Bitches just aiming to please

Shout out to the C.E.O., 500 degrees

Shout out to the O.V.O. Red wings and Fatigues ah

Niggas wanna be friends,

How coincidental, this was supposed to be ya'll year?

We ain't get the memo

A young king, pay me in gold

Forty got a bunch of weed, he ain't even rolled

These niggas be dropping songs

They ain't even cold

Weezy on top and that nigga ain't even home...Yet

Yeah, be very afraid

These other rappers getting bodied and carried away

Fuck it, me and Nicki nick getting married today

And all you bitches that be hating

Can catch the bouquet

Ooh, yeah, you a star in my eyes

You and all them white girls, party of five

Are we drinking a little more, I could hardly decide

I can't believe we really made it

I'm partly surprised

I swear, damn, this one for the books

Man, I swear this shit is as fun as it looks, man

I'm really trying to make it more than what it is

Cause everybody dies but not everybody lives

This is my moment

I waited all my

Life, I can tell it's time

Drifting away, I'm

One with the sunsets

I have become alive

101. Chris Brown (ft. Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes) -- Look at Me Now (April 23, 2011)

I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club

You can't even get in

Hah-aha, leggo

Yellow model chick

Yellow bottle sipping

Yellow Lamborghini

Yellow top missing

Yeah, yeah

That shit look like a toupee

I get what you get in 10 years, in two days

Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J

If you get what I get, what would you say?

She wax it all off, Mr.Miyagi

And them suicide doors, Hari Kari

Look at me now, look at me now

Oh, I'm getting paper

Look at me now

Oh, look at me now

Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker

Lil nigga bigger than gorilla

'Cause I'm killing every nigga that can try to be on my shit

Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her

And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick

Oops I said on my dick

I ain't really mean to say on my dick

But since we're talking about my dick

All of you haters say hi to it

I'm done

Hell, Breezy

Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling

When you're doing that thing over there homie

Ay ay ay ay ay ay

Let's go

'Cause I'm feeling like I'm running

And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away

Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop

'Cause you know I gotta win everyday, day

Go

See they really really wanna pop me

Blow

Just know that you will never flop me

And I know that I can be a little cocky

Oh

You ain't never gonna stop me

Every time I come a nigga gotta set it, then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it

Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that any little thing a nigga think that he be doing

'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna dadadada

Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing

I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple niggas

That I always win and then I gotta get it again, and again, and then again [breath]

And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul

A nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style

And niggas know that I'm the best when it come to doing this

And I be banging on my chest, and I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west

And I come to give you more and I will never give you less

You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press

Do you really wanna know what's next? Let's go

See the way we on it and we all up in the race and you know

We gotta go, now try to keep up with the pace

And we struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in

And we always gotta do it take it to another place

Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it

And I gotta cut all through this traffic

Just to be at the top of the throne

Better know I gotta have it, have it

Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'?

I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the three stooges

I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, no substitution

Got a bitch that play in movies in my Jacuzzi, pussy juicy

I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar

Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator

You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter

Marley said, "Shoot 'em," and I said, "OK"

If you want that bullshit then I'm like "Olй"

I don't care what you say, so don't even speak

Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil

That's word to my flag, and my flag red

I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind, from the bottom I climb

You ain't hotter than mine, nope, not on my time and I'm not even trying

What's poppin' Slime? Nothin' five, and if they trippin' fuck 'em five

I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie

Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight

Bitch I've been tight since "Guiding light"

And my pockets right, and my diamonds white

And my mamma's nice and my daddy's dead

You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild, been here for a while

I was like fuck trial I puts it down

I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now, bitch

102. Big Sean (ft. Chris Brown) -- My Last (July 2, 2011)

Hands up in the air

I just want the

I just want the baddest bitch in the world

Right here on my lap

And I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last

I'm a, I'm a hit this night up like it's my last

I'm a, I'm a hit this ass up, like it's my last

I swear I'm a, swear I'm a do it like

Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

Ok, now where that alcohol

You ain't even got to ask

Cause I'm a drink it all like, like it's my last

She a 7 in the face, but a 10 in the ass

She even look better by the end of my glass

See I just walked in fresher than the shirts off in this muthafucka

I'm a, I'm a need a baddest broad to twirk off in this muthafucka

I'm a go hard till it hurts off in this muthafucka

I'm a ball so you gotta work off in this muthafucka

The work, and I can get you anything you want

I could, I could, I could, I could put you on

See you look like Beyonce so do it like Beyon...

Do it, do it like Beyonce and put it on Sean

Grind hard but got a lot to show for it

Always had drive like I had to chauffeur it

My team's so true we should get a camera crew

To follow us around and make a show for us

Now, I'm a fill this glass up like it's my last

I'm a, I'm a blow dis backup like it's my last

I'm a, I'm a spend this cash up like it's my last

And I'm a make it last, like it's my last

And I'm gone, can't remember where I am

But she forget about her man when they tell her who I am

And they introduce my fan

Now she all up in space

All, all up in my face like "you remember who I am"

Since I signed to Kan', I'm Louie Vuitton shine

Up in Benny Han Han eating all the Wonton (what's good)

Rozay rose or a little Chandon

Put her hands down my pants now she rocking Sean John

Man I just ended up on er'body guestlist

I'm just doing better than what everyone projected

I Knew that I'd be here so if you asked me how I feel

I'm a just tell you, it's everything that I expected

Bitch!

Hands up in the air

(One time for the West side, west side, let me see them)

Hands up in the air

(Two times, two times if you love good music)

Hands up in the air

(And three times for the baddest chick in the World who got her)

Hands up in the air

Big ass bottles, big ice buckets

I work too hard to be ballin' on a budget

Me and my people do it big out in public

Cause if you don't do it big

Bitch you ain't doing nothing

103. DJ Khaled (ft. Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne) -- I'm on One (July 16, 2011)

I get 'em up

I'm on one

I get 'em up

Fuck it I'm on one

I get 'em up

I said I'm on one

DJ Khaled!

I'm getting so throwed

I ain't went this hard since I was 18

Apologize if I say, anything I don't mean

Like what's up with your best friend?

We could all have some fun, believe me

And what's up with these new niggas?

And why they think it all comes so easy

But get it while you here boy

'Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy

and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got

Tripping off you 'cause you had your shot

With my skin tanned and my hair long

And my fans who been so patient,

Me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation

Hate your rumours, hate your bullshit

Hate these fucking allegations,

I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking

Watch me take it!

All I care about is money and the city that I'm from

I'mma sip until I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done

And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young

And I'm only getting older so somebody should've told ya

I'm on one

fuck it, I'm on one

I said I'm on one

Fuck it, I'm on one

Two white cups and I got that drink

Could be purple, it could be pink

Depending on how you mix that shit

Money that we got, never get that shit

'Cause I'm on one

I said fuck it I'm on one

I'm burning purple flowers

It's burning my chest

I bury the most cash and burning the rest

Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air

Do ones beneath me recognize the red bottoms I wear

Check it.

Burner in the belt

Move the kids to the hills

Boss

Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill

Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great

Even though I'm out on bond I might be facin' 8

Still running with the same niggas 'til the death of me

Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully

Ever made love to the woman of your dreams

In a room full of money out in London and she screams

Baby, I could take it there

Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair

So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain't fair

Khaled

And it's double M G until I get the chair

I walk around the club, fuck everybody

And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley

Too much money, ain't enough money

You know the feds listening, nigga what money?

I'm a maid nigga

I should dust something

You niggas on the bench

Like the bus coming

Huh, ain't nothing sweet but the swishas

I'm focused might as well say cheese for the pictures

Oh, I'm about to go Andre the Giant

You a sell out, but I ain't buying

Chopper dissect a nigga like science

Put an end to your world like the Mayans

This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov

It's a slim chance I fall, olive oil

Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how I got it

I'm killin' these hoes I swear I'm tryna stop the violence

I'm on one

Young mula baby

Fuck it, I'm on one

YMCMB

I said I'm on one

Fuck it, I'm on one

104. Drake -- Headlines (October 15, 2011)

I might be too strung out on compliments

Overdosed on confidence

Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence

Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments

Faded way too long I'm floating in and out of consciousness

And they sayin' I'm back, I'd agree with that

I just take my time with all this shit, I still believe in that

I had someone tell me I fell off, ooh I needed that

And they wanna see me pick back up, well where'd I leave it at

I know I exaggerated things, now I got it like that

Tuck my napkin in my shirt, 'cause I'm just mobbin' like that

You know good and well that you don't want a problem like that

You gon' make someone around me catch a body like that

No, don't do it, (aye) please don't do it, (aye) 'cause one of us goes in

And we all go through it (aye)

And Drizzy got the money, so Drizzy gonna pay it

Those my brothers, I ain't even gotta say it

That's just something they know