Kanye West, R. Kelly - To The World Lyrics

 

[Intro: R. Kelly]
Let me see you put your middle fingers up
To the world, I made up in my mind
I'm doin' things my way, I'm burnin' shit down tonight
I'm doin' things my way, it's my way or the highway
Let me say it one more time

[Hook: R. Kelly]
Let me see you put your middle fingers up
To the world, to the world, to the world
To the world, to the world, to the world
Let me see you put your middle fingers up
Middle fingers up!

[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
(Motherfucker)
Deuces minus one
Middle finger to the sky tonight (Ay, ay, ay)
The whole world is a couch
Bitch I'm Rick James tonight (I don't give a fuck)
Throw it up, throw it up
Cause you can't take it with you
Funny how they wait 'til you gone just to miss you
To the world, to the world
Then I'm on my Sinatra, I'm doing it my way,
Let's take it a notch up, take it up
Let me see you put your middle fingers up!
To the world, I made up in my mind
Doing things my way, I'm burning shit down tonight
I'm doing things my way, it's my way or the highway
Let me see you one more time

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Mmm ain't this some shit ? Pulled up in the A-V-entador
And the doors, raise up, like praise the Lord
Did the fashion show, and a tour, and a movie, and a score
This a ghetto opera, Francis Foreign Car Coppola
I need a new crib to hold my plaques, Rick Ross had told me that
Said I'd be all up in Goldman Sachs
Like, "These niggas tryna hold me back
These niggas tryna hold me back", I'm just trying to protect my stacks
Mitt Romney don't pay no tax, Mitt Romney don't pay no tax
Chi-Town 'til I'm on my back, Chi-Town 'til I'm on my back
Only nigga in Beverly Hills, where the hell is Axel Foley at?
"Ease up there, baby boy": Ving Rhames told Jody that
R. Kelly and the God of rap
Shitting on you, holy crap

[Hook]

[Outro: Teyana Taylor]
I could give it all up, but it's not enough
Ay ay, here you go, my middle finger
To the world, to the world, from the ground to the moon
Hills to the mountains, yeah, hands to the roof
Give it up, give it up, won't let you deny me
Makin' you love me, makin' you love me

Kanye West, R. Kelly - To The World Lyrics

KANYE WEST - Clique Lyrics

[Intro]
What of the dollar you murdered for
Is that the one fighting for your soul
Or your brother’s the one that you’re running from
But if you got money, fuck it, because I want some

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t nobody freshin’ than my muthafuckin’
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don’t do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I’m coming out the driveway
It’s grande, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day
She tryna get me that poo tang
I might let my crew bang
My crew deeper than Wu Tang
I’m rolling with (Huh) fuck I’m saying?
Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr!
I’m pullin’ up in that Bruce Wanye
But I’m the fuckin’ villian, man, they kneelin when I walkin in the building
Freaky women I be feelin’ from the bank accounts I’m fillin’
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that’s killin’ everything that he see

[Hook]

[Jay-Z:]
Yeah am talking Ye’, yeah am talking Rih’, yeah I’m talking Bey, nigga I’m talking me
Yeah I’m talking bossy, I ain’t talking Kelis
You’re money too short, you can’t be talking to me
Yeah I’m talking LeBron, we balling our family tree
G.O.O.D Music drug dealing drug cousin, ain’t nothing fuckin’ with we
Turn that 62 to 125, 125, to a 250, 250 to a half a milli, ain’t nothin’ nobody can do with me
Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or jefe
Translation, I’m the shit. Least that what my neck say, least that what my check say
Lost my homie for a decade, nigga down for like 12 years, ain’t hug his son since the second grade
He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole
It’s the dream team meets the supreme team, and all our eyes green and only means one thing
You ain’t fuckin’ with my clique

[Kanye West:]
Break records of Louie
Ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival the unamerican idols
When niggas did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I’m talking business
We talking CIA
I’m talking George Tenet
I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach
Think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money don’t spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig’nant
I know Spike Lee gon kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold master p ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now I’m looking at a crib right next to where TC lives
That’s Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn’t really drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew present
Steve-O swerve homie, watch out for the waves
I’m way too black to burn from sunrays
So I just meditated the home in Pompei
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I’m in Vegas they screaming like he’s Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feelin’ Isrealian
Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no thats Brazilian
Went through deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide what kind of talk is that
But I’ve been talking to God for so long
That if have you look in my life I guess he talking back
Fuckin’ with my clique 

KANYE WEST - Clique Lyrics

Pusha T Feat. Kanye West – Touch It Lyrics

[Kanye West - Hook]
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh,
I’ma need you to touch it, touch it, touch it
Or just kiss it, kiss it,
Shit, do something
Do something

Can you just touch it, touch it, touch it
Or just kiss it, kiss it,
Shit, do something
Do something

[Pusha T - Verse 1]
Please, pretty please
I just wanna see you down on your pretty knees
Or maybe you could touch it
See where it leads
Go head just beat it, like you was billy jean
You grown and you sexy, you following the fiend
That coconut Ciroc, see thats all we really need
You in college now, so you too old to tease
I hoping you can polish like Pledge what I need
And I aint being selfish, we can’t call it greed
Cause I return the favour like playing to the screen
I’m moving too fast, cause just when I believe
You came to shut it down like Drake and the Dream

[Kanye West - Hook]

[Pusha T - Verse 2]
Yeah, she claiming that she didn’t know
How to kiss it like she standing under miseltoe
My love game got you feeling so official though
I let you referee, just let your whistle blow
I’m never out of bounds, I’m on a higher ground
I’m never empty handed, coming from out of town
The Commes De Garcons, Christian Louboutin
The J Brand jeans look like you drew em on
I don’t deny it, baby I just buy it
Once I get the mood right, maybe you should try it
Alas, I’m past on my past
I ran like the flash and I saved the best for last

[Kanye West - Hook]
Touch it, touch it, touch it
Or just kiss it, kiss it, kiss it
Do something, uh uh, do something

See we can take it slow, or we can take it there
I’m thinking lap dance and you should take a chair
We both give a little, we just play it fair
You this back and forth, for me it’s kinda rare
Put out cards on the table, lets play truth or dare
Let your hair down, I don’t have you pegged as a square
Just let loose as you ride in that ruthless
You my new girl, you allowed to give me goose neck
We dont give a damn who’s watching
Me slowing down, not an option
And the buck hair’s waving in the wind
You are such a champ how you take it on the chin

[Kanye West - Hook]
Just touch it, touch it, touch it
Or just kiss it, kiss it, kiss it
Shit, do something, do something
Would ya please, touch it, touch it
Could ya please kiss it, kiss it
Baby do something, I need you do to something

Snoop Dogg Feat. Kanye West & John Legend – Eyez Closed Song Lyrics

[John Legend - hook]

And I can see it with my eyes closed, now

Feeling like my life froze

I’m about to hit the ground

[Snoop Dogg - Verse 1]

Sippin’ yac while I elevate my mind state

Hand by the burner in case a n-gga try to violate

Never going down, stay rising like Andre

Cause my corner back every thing the Don say

Long Beach, yeah I yell it out in every song

Err’y day, err’y night till I’m carried home

Forever known, big ballin’, try it in the city

Then yelling out swish way before it in the net

And I aint knocking a n-ggas hustle, it’s all a game

And when they mention the best, will they call your name?

Theres only winners and losers, aint no in between

You either hit the hall of fame or you fall to shame

And you aint got to wonder where my place at

pepsi blue rags sorta poppin, bitch taste that

One hit of the bong will blow ya face back

LMFAO to the bank, boy, ASAP

[John Legend - hook]

And I can see it with my eyes closed, now

Feeling like my life froze

I’m about to hit the ground

[Snoop Dogg - Verse 2]

I do it cause I feel it

Live it like I’m talkin’

Flow so straight but wont a n-gga try and ?

I’m so high, yeah the weed, I’m still sparking it

My bitch bad and my diamonds still sparkling

Got the competition shaking like Parkinsons

Breads in the bag, call it good marketing

Life’s a bitch but I don’t cartigan?

Thats what a word to the third letter

Shots, shots, shots to me and my cheddar

Run these emcee’s I’m tougher than leather

Vietnemese eyes tighter than ever

F-ck with the Dogg I’m biting whomever

Cause I don came from a long path

Only God knows how long the Dogg has

Cause like time we all pass

So if you ever taste success, just pray it’s from a tall glass

[John Legend - hook]

And I can see it with my eyes closed, now

Feeling like my life froze

I’m about to hit the ground

[Kanye West - Verse 3]

I sold my soul to the devil thats a crappy deal

Least it came with a few toys like a happy meal

This game you could never win

Cause they love you then they hate you then they love you again

Get away from me misery

Get away from me lonliness

Get away from me fake bitches, I can’t take the phoniness

Get away from me wack tracks

I can only make only hits

I’m an only child lost in the World

Where did the lonely kids go when the bell ring

Its Feeling like hell rings

Bringing me back down

Checking my background

Its ironic whats happening

Imagine if I didn’t have the ends

I would’nt have so many imaginary friends

I’m spaced out Dog, I be on that Moon talk

Wonder if God ask Mike how to moon walk

I swear to momma wish me and my father talk more

I stopped visiting around the time I was a sophmore

I guess everything I hate about me I see in him

And we ain’t finna change, so we won’t agree again

till then I’ll be pouring out my soul

Just a few things I see with my eyes closed

[Chorus]

And I can see it with my eyes closed, now

feeling like my life froze

I’m about to hit the ground