Cold lyrics - Kanye West (feat. DJ Khaled)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Kanye West!

(Swag King Cole)

DJ Khaled!

[Hook]

Can't a young nigga get money any more?

Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws

Come to meet me without no drawers?

[Verse 1]

Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik

I told you mahfuckas it was more than the music

In the projects one day, to Project Runway

We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it

I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up

Might even kill somebody and YouTube it

To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid

And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!

We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute

Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!

Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick

Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz

And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim

Around the same time she had fell in love with him

Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang

Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team

La Familia, Roc Nation

We in the building, we still keep it basement

We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute

Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news

Don't talk about style cause I'll embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

GOOD Music, we fresh, we fresh

Anything else, we detest, detest

Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts

All that said, let me ask this quest'

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

Higher lyrics - Kanye West (performed by Pusha T) (feat. The-Dream & Mase)

[Intro: The Dream]

Look at your money

Ooh momma, this could be you

On the right side of this drop

Ooh momma, throw it in reverse

I call that back it up and drop a

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Oh, girl I think that she like

I got that shit that make niggas wanna fight

I got that shit that make bitches act right

Make bitches act out of spite, aiight

Oh momma, I got that bomb

I got that shit make your ass go run

My shit, not make niggas get guns

But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?"

[Hook: The Dream]

She love it (She love it)

Every beat of the drum, she sprung

She say I make her wanna touch it

She love it (She love it)

She make me wanna touch it

I love it (I love it)

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Yeah, I've been known to chase 'em

Known to replace 'em

Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em

Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians

Maybe if she special enough, I'll glass case her

Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up

Let you shop 'til you drop as a pick-me-up

Bergdorf bandit, Barnies for the burglary

But these bands lift the whole store like Hercules

Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads

Passports Pinot Noir in arm's reach

Paddle shiftin', push-button, no car keys

The penthouses are poolside with palm trees

[Hook: The Dream]

She love it (She love it)

Every beat of the drum, she sprung

She say I make her wanna touch it

She love it (She love it)

She make me wanna touch it

I love it (I love it)

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Verse 2: Mase]

Uh, one-two one-two guess who back again

Uh, Harlem in this-what? Yeezy let Manhattan in

Get my mic right, turn my levels up

Get the light right, turn my bezel up

You hear the bounce on it, go and throw your mouth on it

So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted

Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors I'm not concerned with

They wanna garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it

You know them people too convinced that my money's gettin' rinsed

Her Louis seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint

I bumped into Loon he like, "Well, as-salamu alaykum"

You know I ain't Muslim my nigga, I'm about my bacon

The shot niggas takin' you'd think I'm rollin' 'round with Reagan

A Mexican landscape and come rake in what I'm makin'

Think you blew me up with your bougie butt

But you ain't slow me up, I'm on the charts, you move me up

I'm like a drug overlord, my jewelry's overboard

It's hard to believe dollar sign e-even know the Lord

Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost

So when I'm rollin' off I'm showin' off with no remorse

Sh'mon

[Hook: The Dream]

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Outro: Cocaine 80s]

bitch hold smoke longer

Choke hold so strong, broke your armor

Now you're wide open, right?

You ain't even smokin' right

bitch hold the smoke

Cough hope, Harpo

Gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin' loud

You're higher than a motherfucker

High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker

I'm high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker

I'm high as a motherfucker

I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker

Moment of silence for this motherfucker

I'm just higher than a motherfucker

I'm higher than a motherfucker

I'm higher than a mother-

Sin City lyrics - Kanye West (performed by John Legend, Teyana Taylor, Cyhi The Prynce, Malik Yusef) (feat. Travis Scott)

[Travis Scott]

10 a.m. it's west side bitch

She see the glasses, so obvious

Run from home, after tonight we up out of here

Don't go home cause they just ran me up out of there

All of those drunken nights then fuckin' every night

She run her mouth, but can't eat right

Don't read between the line and forgot how to be white

She smelled the line, baby you know you don't need white

Now look what we did now, the cops behind us

Ran that red light, did you have to be mindless?

SMH, we all know that cocaine killed Abel

From the scholar letters devour this

She stepped into hell, cause winter got cold

Don't look in her eyes, you might see straight to her soul

Don't say yes to that good, cause you'll never know

Cause we lost in the city where sin is no biggy

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]

I'm here with open arms and I gotta

Here is where her heart belongs

Her heart belongs to me

Here is where her heart

I'm here and I won't go

Without her, this is where her heart belongs

It should be here with me

Here is where her heart

[Break: Teyana Taylor & John Legend]

I beg for mercy today

They won't take me away

Take me away from you

Don't know what I would do

Don't let us die in vain

Don't let them see our pain

Wash these demons away

Wash these demons away

[Malik Yusef]

You are all unwelcome to Sin City

Yet the population still increases its density

And that increases its intensity

Which increases the propensity

To complicate your simplicity

No matter your ethnicity

All for the sake of publicity, in this city

[CyHi Da Prynce]

Huh, bad bitches with ass shots

Use a house as a stash spot

Lexus coupe with the rag-top

I'm in the loop, warm tie like a ascot

I used to run with the have-nots

Kept the ave hot just so we could have knots

A lot of niggaz see they dreams in a glass pot

Until the judge throw you in that box and watch your ass rot

We broke all the commandments

Authentic, I'm hand-stitched

Come spend a day in my Hamlet

My city lost, some say it's Atlantis

I went to Cannes with a tan bitch, Francis

She rode the broom on the beach, that's a sand witch

So I ate her like it, haters hate to like it

Sex, drugs, and playin' dices, those are our favorite vices

But this life'll take a toll on ya

Well I guess you gotta pay the prices

I know who Christ is

And he never hung with the Saints it makes no sense to save the righteous

By the age ten, we were caged in

Now they raise men in the state pen

Fake friends, forgive 'em for they sins

God bless the city, amen

[Chorus]

[Malik Yusef]

And now I'm one of the residents

They walk with none of the repercuss', but all of the decadence

And all the fuckin' debauchery

Adult film star, somebody's fuckin' watchin' me

I always feel like, I'm almost feel like

Cause I could feel it in the air tonight

I did some wrongs I wouldn't dare to right

And wrote some songs I wouldn't dare recite

But I am willing to share tonight

In the city that is as unfair as life

The One lyrics - Kanye West (with Big Sean) (feat. 2 Chainz & Marsha Ambrosius)

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]

The storm is on the horizon

I'm standing here alone

Got a pistol on my hip

And it's gonna be some shit

If you want it then bring it on

See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier

And I'ma be here till it's done

And when they asking who I'm is, shit

You just tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

I'm the one, baby

Yeah, I'm the one, baby

Since God gave his only begotten son, baby

It's hard preachin' the gospel to the slums lately

So I had to put the church on the drums, baby

You on a run, baby

You on a run, baby

You think you free but you a slave to the funds, baby

You think you me, but you ain't me, what you done lately?

Mhm that's cool but I been runnin' on the sun, baby

We on a galaxy that haters cannot visit

That's my reality so get off my Scott Disick

If you ever held a title belt you would know how Michael felt

Tyson, Jackson, Jordan - Michael Phelps

Yeah, had to take it to another realm

Cause everything around me got me underwhelmed

Best way to describe my position is at the helm

Best way to describe my new whip - Yeeeaaaalmmp

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]

The storm is on the horizon

I'm standing here alone

Got a pistol on my hip

And it's gonna be some shit

If you want it then bring it on

See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier

And I'ma be here till it's done

And when they asking who I'm is, shit

You just tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

I told Detroit I'ma fuckin' get it

I told my brother we'll be fuckin' winnin'

Ye told me I'm the man for the job

So I told my mom, call her's up and tell 'em that she quittin'

Started off in that Chevrolet, but it's Ferraris I gotta drive

I'm on HBO with my Entourage

I'm 5'9" fuck a 9 to 5

I need a hundred million no compromise

I'm a double XL nigga

Magazine and condom size

See what I seen and be traumatized

I don't wait, I marinate, variate erryday

Erry state, sold out, fuck around and need a barricade

My weed loud I need a hearing aid

Livin' life behind a pair of shades

I be a billionaire if I could get a dollar

For all the bullshit that I hear a day

I did it

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]

The storm is on the horizon

I'm standing here alone

Got a pistol on my hip

And it's gonna be some shit

If you want it then bring it on

See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier

And I'ma be here till it's done

And when they asking who I'm is, shit

You just tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

Treat the back seat like a sofa bed

Break bread with my niggas, call it profit share

This some good shit, but it get better

And yeah my bitch cold, nigga thin sweater

Like my verse suede and the beat leather

Just tryin' to stay above sea level

When my nigga went to jail, I said, "Free Gucci"

I done bought so much shit, I should get free Gucci

Bought my baby momma anaconda bags

I shouldn't have bought it all

I should've went and cut the grass

Snake ass niggas in my fuckin' face

Bring your girl here nigga so I could fuck her face

Yeah I run this place, this is cash mill swag

niggas treadmillin' goin' nowhere fast

Sittin' courtside at the Hawks game

Louie's on, I could trip a fuckin' ball player

[Outro: James Fauntleroy (x2)]

fuck yeah, awesome, yeah I lost some of my mind

And then I found weed was really kind of awesome

It's possible, goddamn right

I've been honest the whole time

Creepers lyrics - Kanye West (performed by Kid Cudi)

Yeah, I see you waitin' over there

See you jockin' over there

See you lookin' at my girl over here

Why you worried 'bout this girl over here?

Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare

Turn my head and hey

I see you waitin' over there

I see you jockin' over there

Thinkin' bout your own life

Why you talkin' 'bout the young, you dig?

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right

And they think they know and they think they know

They deal it for real

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right

And they think they know, and they think they know

They deal it for real

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, yo

I don't love who I am so I'm workin' on a fix

I don't need a bitch trying to take my mind off my grip

If I had one wish it'd be to have more wishes, duh

Fuck tryna make it rhyme, throw them stones, with your bitch ass

Cutting me deep and even though I bleed I stand alone

Alone I'll be, heart of a lion still shining on your sucka ass

Work it, work it, work it, for inner peace

Fightin' for the freedom of my soul, I can hear the speech

Yeah I mumble while I'm trippin' on so many pills

Hah, they figured that they know a nigga

Yeah, I see you waitin' over there

See you jockin' over there

See you lookin' at my girl over here

Why you worried 'bout this girl over here?

Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare

Turn my head and hey

I see you waitin' over there

I see you jockin' over there

Thinkin' bout your own life

Why you talkin' 'bout the young, you dig?

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right

And they think they know and they think they know

They deal it for real

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right

And they think they know, and they think they know

They deal it for real

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, yo

Bliss lyrics - Kanye West (performed by John Legend & Teyana Taylor)

[Verse 1: Teyana Taylor]

Ooh baby, the day you stepped into my world

You noticed I'm the kind of girl who loves her diamonds and white pearls

So tempt me to jetset away in London

To sip on some tea, you surprise me with gifts from Tiffany

Ohh (La la la la la la la la)

I love the way we livin' boy

But my daddy say, "You don't need that boy"

So let's run away, let's run away

Momma say I'm too young for love

And lovin' you's all I'm thinkin' of

My heart tells me that you're the one

It's the feeling you give, it is

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]

Pure bliss

Like you've got the key to my heart

Simple as a touch and a kiss

Never knew a feeling like this

Pure bliss, pure bliss

Nobody can tear us apart

Baby it's as good as it gets

(Kiss kiss kiss kiss)

Loving you will never be hard

This is pure bliss

[Verse 2: John Legend]

I remember when the pilot closed the door

Said it's time for lift off

You said, "What'd you choose me for?"

But don't ever wonder

Cause you deserve the best

Once you reach the top

You'll never question why you left

Oh, my world is yours

What you waitin' for?

Let's run away, let's run away

Our friends, say we're crazy

But we can't listen baby

They've never had it like this

They don't know what it is

[Hook: John Legend & Teyana Taylor]

Pure bliss

Like you've got the key to my heart

Simple as a touch and a kiss

Never knew a feeling like this

Pure bliss, pure bliss

Nobody can tear us apart

Baby it's as good as it gets

(Kiss kiss kiss kiss)

Loving you will never be hard

This is pure bliss

I Don't Like lyrics - Kanye West (with Pusha T, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Big Sean)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Fraud niggas, y’all niggas, that’s that shit I don’t like

Your shit, make believe, rapping ‘bout my own life

That’s rare nigga, Ric Flair nigga

The power’s in my hair nigga, I get it, beat the chair nigga

SoHo, or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta

Dope money, coke money, Hublot, my watch better

My pen’s better, you don’t write, trendsetter, you clone-like

Pay homage or K’s vomit, ungrateful niggas, I don’t like

[Hook: Chief Keef]

A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

They smile in my face is what I don’t like

They steal your whole sound that’s a soundbite

The media crucify me like they did Christ

They want to find me not breathin’ like they found Mike

A girl’ll run her mouth only out of spite

But I never hit a woman never in my life

I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer

In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice

Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice

Eatin’ good, vegetarian with the brown rice

Girls kissin’ girls, cause it’s hot right?

But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes

They ain’t about that life, they ain’t about that life

We hangin’ out that window it’s about to be a Suge night

Free Bump J, real nigga for life

Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice

Shout out to L-E-P, J Boogie right?

Chief Keef, King Louis, this is Chi, right?

[Hook: Chief Keef]

A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like

Don’t like, like, don’t like, like

A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]

Fake Gucci, that’s that shit I don’t like

Smokin’ on this dope, higher than a kite

This bitch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe

Screaming Sosa, that’s that nigga that I like

I don’t want relations, I just want one night

Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s the shit that I don’t like

I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life

And I spend on a bunch of clothes, cause I’m livin’ life

I come up on the scene, and I’m stealin’ light

bitch I’m high off life, got me feelin’ right

bitch I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like

And bitch we GBE, we just gon’ cite

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Big Sean]

We are not one and the same, nigga I’m fuckin’ insane, fuck is you sayin’?

Yo ass been doin’ the same, shit, not doin’ what you sayin’

Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fuckin’ a lame, turn one ho to a train

Blow, blang, my niggas holdin’ that pain, I just hope you been praying

Bang bang, ridin’ for my niggas and that’s for life

High class I’m just surrounded by these low-lifes

And I run this bitch like it’s no lights

Goin’ hard the whole night cause I ain’t goin’ back to my old life, I promise

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Jadakiss]

I done sold purple, I done sold white

Running outta work, that’s that shit I don’t like

She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice

She blowin’ up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like

Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut

Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up

Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus

Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas

[Hook]

"Watch The Throne" (2011) (with JAY-Z)

• No Church In The Wild lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Frank Ocean)
• Lift Off lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Beyonce)
• Niggas In Paris lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)
• Otis lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Otis Redding)
• Gotta Have It lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)
• New Day lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)
• That's My Bitch lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. La Roux)
• Welcome To The Jungle lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Swizz Beatz)
• Who Gon Stop Me lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)
• Murder To Excellence lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)
• Made In America lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Frank Ocean)
• Why I Love You lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Mr Hudson)
• Illest Motherfucker Alive lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)
• H.A.M lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)
• Primetime lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)

The Joy lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Curtis Mayfield)

No Church In The Wild lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Frank Ocean)

[Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

[Jay-Z]
Tears on the mausoleum floor
Blood stains the coliseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rollin’ in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I’m hidin’ from police
Cocaine seats
All white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I’m wonderin’ if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, “Whose bias do y’all seek?”
All for Plato, screech
I’m out here ballin’, I know y’all hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats
Preach

[Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

[The-Dream]
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption

[Kanye West:]
Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s permission’
And deception is the only felony
So never fuck nobody wit’out tellin’ me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real
Sun comin’ up, 5 a.m.
I wonder if they got cabs still
Thinkin’ ’bout the girl in all-leopard
Who was rubbin’ the wood like Kiki Shepard
Two tattoos, one read “No Apologies”
The other said “Love is cursed by monogamy”
That’s somethin’ that the pastor don’t preach
That’s somethin’ that a teacher can’t teach
When we die, the money we can’t keep
But we probably spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t cheap
Preach

[Frank Ocean:]
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

Will he make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild

Lift Off lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Beyonce)

(All engines running)

[Beyonce:]
We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars

[Kanye West:]
Lift off
Lift off, takin’ my coat off
Showin’ my tattoos, I’m such a showoff (Huh?)
I feel the pain and then rolled off
I got the whole city, they about to go off
How many niggas wit’ me up in this bitch?
How many people wanna roll with me now?
Like you know na na na, you know me by now
Know me, know me by now

[Beyonce:]
We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars
(Lift off, ahh, ahh)

[Kanye West:]
Like you know na na na, you know me by now
Know me, know me by now
You know me know me by now
Know me, know me by now…

[Jay-Z:]
Lift off
Rappers hear watch the throne
They gon be pissed off
Earth is boring to em
Shit is making my dick soft
When you Earnhart as me eventually you hit a big wall
5-4-3-2 we need fuel
Lift off

[Beyonce:]
We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars

(20 seconds and counting)
(T-minus 15 seconds, guidance is internal)
(12, 11, 10, 9)
(Ignition sequence start)
(6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
(Zero, all engine running)
(Lift off, we have a liftoff)

(We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars)
(We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars)
(How many people you know can take it this far?)
(Take it to the stars)
(How many people you know can take it this far?)
(Now we gon’, now we gon’, now we gon’…)

Niggas In Paris lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)

[Jay-Z:]
So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
first niggas gotta find me
What’s 50 grand to a muhfucka like me
Can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy
Y’all don’t know that don’t shit phase me
The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at you like this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird
We ain’t even s’pose to be here,
Ball so hard, since we here
It’s only right that we be fair
Psycho, I’m liable to go Michael
Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don’t tick tock
Audemars that’s losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks
Ball so hard, I’m shocked too, I’m supposed to be locked up too
you escaped what I’ve escaped
You’d be in Paris getting fucked up too
Ball so hard, let’s get faded, Le Meurice for like 6 days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin’ Ace on my sick J’s
So ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet Ye,
Chi towns D. Rose, I’m movin’ the Nets to BK

[Hook]
[x2]
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray [x3]

[Kanye West]
She said Ye can we get married at the mall?
I said look you need to crawl ‘fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
Ball so hard
That shit cray (that shit cray), ain’t it Jay?
Ball so hard
What she order (what she order), fish filet
Ball so hard
Your whip so cold, this old thing
Ball so hard
Act like you’ll never be around muhfuckas like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
Fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance
Excuse my French but I’m in France (I’m just sayin’)
Prince William’s ain’t do it right if you ask me
Cause I was him I would have married Kate & Ashley
What's Gucci my nigga?
What's Louie my killa?
What's drugs my deala?
What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I’m the illest
Cause I’m suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!

[(Chazz) & Jimmy]
I don't even know what that means.
(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)
No, it's not
(It gets the people going!)

[Jay-Z]
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me

[Kanye West]
You are now watching the throne
Don’t let me get in my zone [x3]
These other niggas is lyin’
Actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

[Jay-Z]
I got that hot bitch in my home

[Kanye West]
You know how many hot bitches I own?
Don’t let me get in my zone [x4]
The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I’m bout to kill it
How you know, I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne
Don’t let me into my zone [x2]

[Jay-Z & Kanye West]
I’m definitely in my zone

Otis lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Otis Redding)

[Otis Redding]
It makes it easier, easier to bear, yeah
You won't regret it, no no
No, girls they don't forget it
LOVE is their home, happiness, yeah
Squee... squee... squee... squeeze her
Don't tease her, never leave her

[Jay-Z]
Sounds so soulful, don't you agree?
OWW! Uhh

I invented swag
Poppin bottles, puttin supermodels in the cab
Proof...
I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert, Hublot's
Or the big face Roley, I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city, I maneuver slow
Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes; go

[Kanye West]
"Damn Yeezy and Hov', where the hell you been?"
Niggaz talkin real reckless, stuntmen
I adopted these niggaz, Phillip Drummond 'em
Now I'm 'bout to make 'em tuck they whole summer in
They say I'm crazy, well I'm 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another 'gain

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, photo shoot fresh, lookin like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way I might murk ya
Flee in the G-450 I might surface
Political refugee asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale
I got five passports, I'm never goin to jail

[Kanye West]
I made "Jesus Walks" I'm never goin to hell
Couture level flow, it's never goin on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't 'custommed to goin through customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh?
And all the ladies in the house got 'em showin off
I'm done, I'll hit you up maña-naaaaaaaaaa!

[Jay-Z]
Welcome to Havana
Smokin Cubanas with Castro in cabanas
Viva México, Cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Drivin Benzes, with no benefits
Not bad, huh? For some immigrants
Build your fences, we diggin tunnels
Can't you see we gettin money up under you?

[Kanye West (Jay-Z)]
Can't you see the private jets flyin over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?"
Jay is chillin (uhh) 'Ye is chillin (uhh)
What more can I say? (What more can I say?) We killin 'em
Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see we done bodied the damn lanes
Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne

[Otis Redding]
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Scream it! [3X]

Gotta Have It lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)

[Kanye West:]
Turn my headphones up
Louder
Uh-huh, uh-huh

(What you need, what, what you need)
(What you need, what, what you need)
Oh (I got what you need)

Hello, hello, hello, White America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yeah, they tryna break the marriage up
Who gon’ act phonier? Who gon’ try to embarrass ya?
I’ma need a day off, I think I’ll call Ferris up

[Jay-Z:]
Bueller had a Mueller, but I switched it for a Miele
‘Cause I’m richer, and prior to this shit was movin’ freebase

[Kanye West (Jay-Z):]
Had a conference with the DJs (Yeah), Puerto Rico three-days
(Parlay with them GDs, now they got our shit on replay)
Sorry I’m in pajamas, but I just got off the PJ
And last party we had, they shut down Prive
(Ain’t that where the Heat play?) Yep (Niggas hate ballers these days)
Ain’t that like LeBron James? (Ain’t that just like D-Wade)
(Wait)

(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need)
(Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup)

[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]
Wassup, ma’fucka, where my money at?
You gon’ make me come down to your house where yo’ mummy at
Mummy wrap the kids, have ‘em cryin’ for they mummy back
Dummy that your daddy is, tell ‘em I just want my racks
(Racks on racks on racks) Racks
(Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs) Who in that?
(Oh shit, it’s just blacks on blacks on blacks)
(Hundred stack) How you get it? (Nigga, layin’ raps on tracks)
I wish I could give you this feelin’, I’m planking on a million
I’m riding through yo’ hood, you can bank I ain’t got no ceiling
(Made a left on Nostrand Ave.) Right (We in Bed Stuy)
Made a right on 79th, I’m coming down South Shore Drive
(I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn ‘til I die

(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(Take ‘em on home)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Tryna hurt my name, huh?)

New Day lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)

[Kanye West:]
Yeah, uh
(Sun in the sky)
(You know how I feel)
Me and the RZA connect
(Breeze driftin’ on by)
Yeah, me and the RZA connect
(Breeze driftin’ on by)
(It’s a new life for me)
(For me, for me)
(Oooh, oooh)
(And I’m feelin’ good)

And I’ll never let my son have an ego
He’ll be nice to everyone, wherever we go
I mean, I might even make ‘em be Republican
So everybody know he love white people
And I’ll never let ‘em leave his college girlfriend
And get caught up with the groupies in the whirlwind
And I’ll never let ‘em ever hit the telethon
I mean even if people dyin’ and the world ends
See, I just want ‘im to have an easy life, not like Yeezy life
Just want ‘im to be someone people like
Don’t want ‘im to be hated, all the time judged
Don’t be like your daddy that would never budge
And I’ll never let ‘im ever hit a strip club
I learned the hard way, that ain’t the place to get love
And I’ll never let his mom move to L.A.
Knowin’ she couldn’t take the pressure, now we all pray

(Sun in the sky)
(You know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin’ on by)
(Breeze driftin’ on by)
(It’s a new life for me)
Me and the RZA connect
(For me, for me)
Me and the RZA connect (Oooh, oooh)
(And I’m feelin’ good)

[Jay-Z:]
Sorry junior, I already ruined ya
‘Cause you ain’t even alive, paparazzi pursuin’ ya
Sins of a father make yo’ life ten times harder
I just wanna take ya to a barber
Bondin’ on charters, all the shit that I never did
Teach ya good values, so you cherish it
Took me 26 years to find my path
My only job is cuttin’ the time in half
So at 13 we’ll have our first drink together
Black bar mitzvahs, mazel tov, mogul talk
Look a man dead in his eyes
So he know you talk truth when you speak it, give your word, keep it
And if the day comes I only see him on the weekend
I just pray we was in love on the night that we conceived him
Promise to never leave him even if his mama tweakin’
Cause my dad left me and I promise never repeat him
Never repeat him, never repeat him

(Sun in the sky)
(You know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin’ on by)
(Breeze driftin’ on by)

(It’s a new life for me)
(For me, for me)
(Oooh, oooh)
(And I’m feelin’ good)

(Sun in the sky, you know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel)
(It’s a new life for me)
(It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day)
(It’s a new life for me)
(Oooh, oooh)
(And I’m feelin’…)
(Birds flyin’ high, you know how I feel)

That's My Bitch lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. La Roux)

[Kanye West:]
Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are
Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with
Something on some of this realest shit
Something, something
Yeah. thats my bitch

Thats my bitch
Sh-shorty right there
Thats my bitch
Thats my bitch

[Chorus - Elly Jackson:]
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

[Kanye West:]
I paid for them titties, get your own
It aint safe in the city, watch the throne
You say I care more about them basquion's, basquiats
She learning a new word, its yacht
Blew the World up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her"
Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers
And some lesbians that never loved niggas
Twisted love story True Romance
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
I'm a freak huh, rock star life
The second girl with us, thats our wife
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who's the new old perv thats tryna play second fiddle
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle

[Chorus - Elly Jackson:]
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high

Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

[Jay-Z:]
Go harder than a nigga for a nigga go figure
Told me "keep my own money" if we ever did split up
How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?
With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her
Thats right nigga Mona Lisa can't fade her
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice
But why all the pretty icons always all white
Back to my Beyonces
You deserve 3 stacks for the Andre
Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums
You belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing
You too dope for any of those civilians
Now shoot trigga, stop looking at her tits
Get ya own dog, ya heard
Thats my bitch

[Chorus:]
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

[Kanye West:]
You have no idea what you're dealing with
Something on some of this realest shit
Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth
Something, something, yeah

That's my bitch, That's my bitch
Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch
That's my bitch

Welcome To The Jungle lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z) (feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Swizz:]
Welcome to the jungle
Welcome to the jungle well
[x2]

[Kanye West:]
I asked her where she wanna be when she 25.
She turned around and looked at me and she said "alive"

[Swizz:]
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well

[Jay-Z:]
Black Axl Rose, move halfs and wholes
Come down to the jungle, just ask for Hov
Move blocks and squares, move apples and pears
Work pots and pans, just to cop me some Airs
My uncle died, my daddy did too
Paralyzed by the pain, I can barely move
My nephew gone, my heart is torn
Sometimes I look to the sky, ask why I was born
My faith in God, every day is hard
Every night is worse, that's why I pray so hard

[Kanye West:]
Why I pray so hard, this is crazy God
Just when I thought I had everything, I lost it all
So que sera, get a case of Ciroc
Let it chase the pain, before it goes too far

[Jay-Z:]
My dreams is big, reality set in
Let off a clip from a automatic weapon,
Through shots in the door, it died in Vegas
Though it fought so hard, I knew it wouldn't make it
I'm a tortured soul, I live in disguise
Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5
I died in my sleep, I'm still Big Pimpin
I ball at the mall, beginning of the ending
Where the fuck is the sun?
It's been a while, momma, look at ya son
What happened to my smile?
My tears is tatted, my rag in my pocket
I'm just looking for love, I know somebody got it
Champagne for the pain, weed for the low
God damn I'm so high, where the fuck did I go?
I'm losing myself, I'm stuck in the moment
I look in the mirror, my only opponent
Where the fuck is the press? Where the fuck is the Press?
Either they know or don't care I'm fucking depressed
No crying in public, just lying to judges
Risking my life, I'm already dying, so fuck it well

[Swizz:]
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well
Goddammit!

Who Gon Stop Me lyrics - Kanye West (with Jay-Z)

[Kanye West:]
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
Til I die I’ma fuckin’ ball
Now who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?
Who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z:]
Black cards, black cars,
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that’s for?

[Kanye West:]
Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z & Kanye West:]
Who gon’ stop me, huh?

[Jay-Z:]
Yeah, who gon’ stop me?
No brakes, I need, State Farm
So many watches I need 8 arms
One neck but got 8 charms

[Jay-Z & Kanye West:]
Who gon’ stop me, huh?

[Kanye West:]
Niggas talkin’, they bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That’s pig Latin, itch-bay
Who gon’ stop me huh?
Last night ain’t go so well
Got kicked up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Howard Cosell
You just a commentator, if you getting paper
Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the doorman
Well that’s cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess that’s on one basis
I only like green faces

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
Til I die I’ma fuckin’ ball

Now who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?
Who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z:]
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that’s for

[Kanye West:]
Y’all weed purple, my money purple
Y’all Steve Urkel, I’m Oprah circle
I wrote the verse, that I hope will hurt you

[Jay-Z:]
Who gone stop me huh?
Beat the odds, best the Feds
It wouldn’t be wise, to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get rich
Night shift, 6 to 6
Gimmie one shot, one pot
I’ll show up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new coupe
They know I’m a dope boy
They don’t have no proof
I’m 3 steps removed, I know how to move
It’s looking like, I don’t know how to lose
I’m winning again, I’m at the Wynn
I’m at the table, I’m gambling,
Lucky lefty, I expect a 7,
I went through hell, I’m expecting heaven, I’m owed,
I’m throwed and I stuck to the G-code,
I’m here, oh yeah, I promise I ain’t going nowhere,
OK here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I’m allergic to having bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain’t no joke, I can’t be stopped
Like nope, like nope
To the beat Noah…

2 seats in the 911, no limit on the black card
Told y’all I was gonna go HAM, told the ocean was my backyard
No lies in my verses, please pardon all the curses
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless
Middle finger to my old life, special shout out to my old head
If it wasn’t for your advice, a nigga would have been so dead
I’m living life, til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these niggas feel me
I’m riding dirty, trying to get filthy
Pablo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the MOMA
And I did all of this, without a diploma
Graduated from the corner
Y’all can play me for a motherfuckin’ fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I’m book smart
Could have been a chemist, cause I cook smart
Only thing to stop me is me,
And I’ma stop when the hook start
Hold up

[Kanye West:]
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Til I die, I’ma fuckin’ ball

Now who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?
Who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z:]
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that’s for