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How come no one told me this went so hard?

From The tip of montanna ,. Calling it grammer,. Long beards ,. Like im fresh out the shower,. Rugged slammer,. Out muscle musics hammer ,. Like im scamming in ya scanner,. For love or trust ,. Fuck what im used too ,. Never used up ,. Next step truthful,. For dollars or change ,. Im pocketing names the brands and the slang ,. You call em friends i call em lames,. I got Games ,. Candy cane , mary jane ,. Waging war from the nose bleeds ,. Ya seats weak of course ,. Nosey ,. Playing with heat from what i speak ,. Make em freak ,. Bend at the knees ,. Display physic ,. Its electric and im off key ,.

deep

yo did you make this in garageband for the ipod touch what the fuck is this

This song came out in 1992 thats 30 years ago wow

Amazing

And lowkey Backstabbing me Turning into a Thot I ain’t even know Until one of ya friends who’d love fuck to me eventually told me that you was sucking on some cock

kahoot type beat

People wan hate over nothing But I got this nothing N turnt it to something Yo bitch she wan dick in her stomach She tell me to stuff it I give her my loving like my name McLovin

Je suis pas rapper mais si je prend ce flow tout le monde diras que j'eclater Pars en improvisation devant ces têté

Hey guys, I have free instrumentals on my channel for anyone here that records. A lot of my work is heavily inspired by Cole, so I wanted to share. Thank you to those that support!

Ayo here we go! Ayo here we go! Yeah Sicker and I'm slicker than your average, Run up and thinking you battle.. I'll knock the socks out your boots Now I'm about to have a.. Go at this rap shit I'm that kid that kicks the incredible it's stronger than a edible saying fuck the federal. Everything is legible meaning it can be read I'm stacking my bread till I get enough ask me do I give a fuck the answer is obvious.. let's see how good your problem solving is.. the answer is no.. and into the wind is just where I flow need to open my soul feel the vibe from the days of old I bet the days were cold but they taught us everything we were told and what more we don't.. but enough with that I'm back to backpack and spark raps that don't match with any of your energy I know I got the remedy to cure em of this enemy just don't pretend to be a friend of me if you ain't defending me.. Cause bitches talk behind your back, said bitches bound to get smacked.. rearview where I'm looking at life through and I don't want to fight you.. But I will tussle big with the muscle if I gotta bust you I'll keep you concussed too.. Ain't nobody challenging this boy here I'm the mother fucking man of year.. guzzling 40s homie yeah I'm talking bout beer get off my dick I don't wanna hear none of your fussing complaining got threes that I'm draining the cheif like I'm reigning and it fell from the sky like its raining.. No that I am brainless told y'all I was nameless it's a timely time to get famous or a hell of a time to lose your life what do I gotta do to prove I'm right.. Lyrics that properly stop em in tracks and sticking em up with the muhfukin gat taking they property never to give it back.. We been hustling all in these streets, murdering slaughtering all of these beats I'm at the penicle I'm at the peak I feel like a wolf in a room full of sheep and I will not sleep until I seek all that is fulfilled by lacking of sleep.. See while I creep.. run through the forest the demons will flee.. and I know nothing will kill me it's just pure skill, we have accumulated feeling like I'm fumigated from the fragrance of the bud we blazing.. yes I am amazing.. why ever rich rap star want to be hype why every broke D boy don't wanna get life this a scenario right driven by some people coming through the stereo.. the evil.. Master class on kicking ass someone let me hit the flask now im bout to harass all my competitors gonna finesse em tho looking for miricales So get off my dick you know you not slick I need that shit quick like fast in a hurry the shit was so fast on blast it was blurry.. and all y'all pussy boys need to go ahead and scurry

How much powder could I devour to make my wood more powerful as it should be Guess enough to make cowards out of this whole town a bunch of hookers and pussies

this so so good but once 0:30 hits 😩

0:44 what is this called?

Hollywood Cole Go Ay Hollywood Hollywood Cole Go You wanna know just where I'm at Well let me tell you 'bout it I put my city on the map But let me tell you 'bout it They tryna say I can't come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it Man fuck them nigga I come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it Hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like "man that's what everybody say" Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead Everybody scared of the nigga Aware that the nigga is better All my bitches the pick of the litter Never bitter Niggas is faker than anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake Fuck good nigga we demand great Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape Rest in peace any nigga want beef Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said to the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick nigga) Get off my dick, bitch, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody This is the part that the thugs skip Young nigga never had love You know, foot massage, back rub shit Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watch years go by Seen a river of your tears go by Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I Tell them hoes come through (The break up) Get to know somebody and you learn a lot about 'em When we long for you, start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em Came here together, you can't leave without 'em So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more No more, no more It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more) But there a nigga in the club singing To the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick But ain't a nigga in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the bitches in the club singing Singing this song yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses Singing this song yeah Song yeah, song song yeah The make up This shit is retarded Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless That's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga out When I'm back home I'm the best in the South When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for everybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

We have all sinned and fallen short of Gods glory sin is terrible because of sin we are separated from God but gladly here is the good news Jesus Christ came and walked this earth for everyone taught us the perfect way to live and how we should live and he died for our sins because we need a sacrifice to pay the price for our sins since our sins deserve hell if we live in sin but also more good news Jesus rose from the dead three days later we have to leave the sin behind and put it away and live new with Jesus this world is like a vapor it passes away but your eternity is forever and it is up to you what you want to do with it…

verse: yeah wishes ep out so go get that (yeah) i can go all day, can’t do 4 bars like a kit kat(uh) they think my rhymes is bogus, sorry i must have missed that (missed that) i’m gone be the greatest nigga, you can even make for a list for that with any rapper, honcho can really go tit for tat(tit for tat) my flow so cold, niggas asking if christmas back(woo) success, yeah i think i’m meant for that my catalog going to be so long, better have my old shi attached (woooooo) you niggas can’t see me in this like a john cena match (mm) i’m bringing em back nigga please don’t talk smack never stopping, bringing heat to the track(hot) my flow, she feening on that play with me, we leave you on a welcome mat i’m better than the rest nigga(uh) grinding all year, don’t need no fucking rest nigga(uh) she hear rhymes, she say my raps is better than sex nigga(uh) these ain’t even my best rhymes, can’t settle for less nigga(nah) give me 2-5, i promise i’ll be the best nigga(ok) gotta speak it to fruition yeah i’m never wrong, gotta listen to my own intuition still in college, my parents paying for my fucking tuition but i gotta have them living lavish, that’s why i’m on mission (mission) im dropping jewels like thugger, but imma need for y’all to listen (shhh) my girl let me controller in bed, but i’m not going back to my x box(x box) she hear my rhymes, yeah my music make that head rock(yeah) it make the bed rock(yeah) gotta charge you for a feature, my rhymes too expensive like dead stock(dead stock) imma need yall to listen clearly like i’m the star of a ted talk yeah i’m dropping gems like planet fitness the rhymes im spitting so cold, i gave myself some type of fucking sickness (damn) im coming for the accolades, best believe i got em on my hit list 2022 is on lock so i think you don’t miss this (honcho) outro: wishes ep out right fucking now, straight hot shi all 2022

3:59

Overview Lyrics Listen Videos Main results Hollywood Cole Go Ay Hollywood Hollywood Cole Go You wanna know just where I'm at Well let me tell you 'bout it I put my city on the map But let me tell you 'bout it They tryna say I can't come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it Man fuck them nigga I come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it Hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like "man that's what everybody say" Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead Everybody scared of the nigga Aware that the nigga is better All my bitches the pick of the litter Never bitter Niggas is faker than anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake Fuck good nigga we demand great Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape Rest in peace any nigga want beef Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said to the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick nigga) Get off my dick, bitch, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody This is the part that the thugs skip Young nigga never had love You know, foot massage, back rub shit Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watch years go by Seen a river of your tears go by Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I Tell them hoes come through (The break up) Get to know somebody and you learn a lot about 'em When we long for you, start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em Came here together, you can't leave without 'em So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more No more, no more It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more) But there a nigga in the club singing To the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick But ain't a nigga in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the bitches in the club singing Singing this song yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses Singing this song yeah Song yeah, song song yeah The make up This shit is retarded Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless That's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga out When I'm back home I'm the best in the South When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for everybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

This is a fucking gem

BPM?

0:14 0:59

wil aime

Xsequias en sus tiempos de oro:)

0.75x

That violin in the back 0:46 so fire bruh

4:00

Bruv this is🔥🔥🔥🤦🏾‍♂️ the lil change u added is immaculate

I was looking for this for the longest I watched this long time ago

ra ss7ab memes hhh

love Jesus Christ and God PLEASE!!!!!!!!! Amen

Where is the sample from

I got a six pack (ha) These other rappers spit whack (ha) Me I eat beats like Kit Kat’s (yum) I used to flip packs (uhmm) This is that hip rap Lets have a chit chat At any moment I can flip snap

I’m so sick of this world that I fear Livin in a place where these deaths steady growin Next day it gon be a lot of funerals and tears We gotta keep prayin so god can protect us The demon walk on our land bringing chaos in here Lotta youngins and innocents don’t get a chance to live Without the cops and thugs being rumored in my ears I’m just a voice that don’t need to be heard i got keep it clear

ksi

0:13

If you want the beggining looped, I made it, and I slowed it down here's the link - ruclips.net/video/0ECGfykhmQ0/видео.html

Can i use it for non-profit

All I ever dream/ Is to rap with the greatest/ Every single time I feel like I am just the latest/ People talk shit but they don't know that i'm baiting/ Go for the bite but they are sorely mistaken/ I'm going for the kill and i'm filled elation/ Try to act real but I know that they are faking/ I try to tell my story but no one seems to listen/ So I turned to rapping to see if I could force em/ I fear for the day where they all want a portion/ I spent all my time trying to reach perfection/ I'm tongue tied while these people still tripping/ Tripping over fucking/ Tripping over finances/ My mind is on the music/ While the others go to college/ My parents called me loser/ Wrong, i'm gonna prove em/

i love the drums on this track

Hollywood Cole Go Ay Hollywood Hollywood Cole Go You wanna know just where I'm at Well let me tell you 'bout it I put my city on the map But let me tell you 'bout it They tryna say I can't come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it Man fuck them nigga I come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it Hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like "man that's what everybody say" Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead Everybody scared of the nigga Aware that the nigga is better All my bitches the pick of the litter Never bitter Niggas is faker than anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake Fuck good nigga we demand great Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape Rest in peace any nigga want beef Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said to the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick nigga) Get off my dick, bitch, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody This is the part that the thugs skip Young nigga never had love You know, foot massage, back rub shit Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watch years go by Seen a river of your tears go by Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I Tell them hoes come through (The break up) Get to know somebody and you learn a lot about 'em When we long for you, start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em Came here together, you can't leave without 'em So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more No more, no more It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more) But there a nigga in the club singing To the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick But ain't a nigga in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the bitches in the club singing Singing this song yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses Singing this song yeah Song yeah, song song yeah The make up This shit is retarded Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless That's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga out When I'm back home I'm the best in the South When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for everybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

Hollywood Cole Go Ay Hollywood Hollywood Cole Go You wanna know just where I'm at Well let me tell you 'bout it I put my city on the map But let me tell you 'bout it They tryna say I can't come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it Man fuck them nigga I come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it Hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like "man that's what everybody say" Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead Everybody scared of the nigga Aware that the nigga is better All my bitches the pick of the litter Never bitter Niggas is faker than anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake Fuck good nigga we demand great Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape Rest in peace any nigga want beef Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said to the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick nigga) Get off my dick, bitch, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody This is the part that the thugs skip Young nigga never had love You know, foot massage, back rub shit Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watch years go by Seen a river of your tears go by Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I Tell them hoes come through (The break up) Get to know somebody and you learn a lot about 'em When we long for you, start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em Came here together, you can't leave without 'em So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more No more, no more It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more) But there a nigga in the club singing To the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick But ain't a nigga in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the bitches in the club singing Singing this song yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses Singing this song yeah Song yeah, song song yeah The make up This shit is retarded Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless That's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga out When I'm back home I'm the best in the South When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for everybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

Can I use this for jo profit

Xsequieisa

4:00 "This shit is retarded"

I like to listen to this before the actual song makes the song better

(:v). COOL

Beat 🔥

El Especias :v