Thurz – Los Angeles Lyrics

(woman: ) L.A. [Conversation]
(man: Los Angeles is the city where dreams sweep you off your feet
>In front of a great spirit, that is both strong and ready
>>To help you along your journey
(man: ) Los Angeles means a complex [brand?] anatomy
>[Worth a lot of love, cookie joy turned tragedy?]?? means home, sunny skies and happy people)
(man: ) Whenever I think L.A., I think sunshine, [tupie?]
(lady: ) Palm trees, good weed and bad bitches like me
(man: ) Swimming pool, a sunny Chrimtmas, you and I, Venice Beach
(man: ) Los Angeles means lust
(man: ) Hollywood, Beverly Hills, American Excess
(man: ) Worldwide entertainment
(man: ) Hey, I love L.A. means dominance, land of the kings
(girl: ) I mean, what do you mean -I am L.A
[Verse 1 Thurzday]
The city’s a predator, blood splats, snakes black
Cats, hood rats, fat backs, they want the lion out his habitat
Devil contracts, high off contact where you inhale the smog at
That’ll bring your asthma back, from childhood
As it sits in your chest like the taste of the finest cognac
You pray for callbacks as everyone audition for they role
A lot of niggas play the same character, no cameras
Need stamina, to run past ya’
With your fake strategy, ya’ll cast in Grey’s Anatomy
Pretend to be surgeons, real niggas touch hearts
My soul is stained glass, look through my eyes and see the art
Happily remove the shades, now witness the Andy Warhol
Van Gogh, Leonardo, Basquiat, Picasso, Matisse, Michelangelo, Salvadore
Marco de [?] flow
(lady: ) To me, L.A. to me is what to hip-hop is for this urban community
>[We’re] all [?] essential to every aspect of art that comes to be in tune to an >>aspiring generation
(woman: ) To me Los Angeles means culture, sunshine and palm trees
(man: ) Los Angeles means [?] [?] sanity
(man: ) [Crenshaw ?]
(man: ) To me the city of Los Angeles means [peace?]
(guy: ) What Los Angeles means to me is opportunity to make dreams reality
(man: ) L.A., L.A. and the Lakers? is the city that birth me and raised me
>That is why it’s my everything
(man: ) To me, the city of L.A., is the city of dreams because you’ve got >Hollywood
>>And then you know, the city of the spirit, because you’ve got inner-city
(man: ) L.A. Mean the world
[Verse 2 Thurz]
City of dreams, [har?] [P?]
With a snare, gasoline dreams spark it with a flare
And hope to blow up for the best
You never want a nightmare, people come here get robbed with [goals/ golds?] with hardware
Cats will raise a gun before they raise a kid
I guess new fathers of warfare
Bullets go platinum every year
Invest in a hefty share, and fire back
To preserve that, feed that dream between ears
Some dreams they dream, some dreams they come true
I represent that city on that Dodger blue
Rico, no [pubic/ public?] rep, purple and gold
Cats fade without clippers, sharp shoot your angels
Salute a king, whether on ice or at war
[Or marching on gravel, provide salutations?]
City of little conversation, long stares, complicates it’s cold cases
Transplant faces, brothers, sisters mothers
Everybody trying to make it
It’s L.A is the city of of the champions [bruh?]
(man: ) L.A.


Katy Perry – California Gurls (Passion Pit Main Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Greetings, loved ones
Let’s take, take, take journey

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
I know a place where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet and wild
There must be something in the water
Sipping gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees (undone)
The boys break their necks
Trying to creep a little sneak peek (at us)

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love, in love, in love, in love

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Sex (sex) on the beach
We don’t mind sand in our stilettos
We freak in my Jeep
Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo, oh-oh

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg + Katy Perry]
Toned, tan, fit and ready
Turn it up cause it’s getting heavy
Wild, wild, West Coast
These are the girls I love the most
I mean the ones, I mean like she’s the one
Kiss her, touch her, squeeze her buns
(Uh!) The girl’s a freak
She drive a Jeep and live on the beach
I’m okay, I won’t play
I love the Bay just like I love L.A
Venice Beach and Palm Springs
Summertime is everything
Homeboys banging out
All that ass hanging out
Bikinis, zucchinis, martinis, no weenies
Just the king and a queenie
Katy, my lady (Yeah?)
Lookie here, baby (Uh-huh)
I’m all up on ya
‘Cause you representing California (Ooh ooh)

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Outro: Vocoder]
California, California girls
California, California girls


Propaganda – Crooked Ways Lyrics (feat. Terence F. Clark)

Crooked Ways Lyrics (feat. Terence F. Clark)

Word to Grandpops who couldn’t fathom the Obama-sis
I don’t hate America, just demand she keeps her promises
20-teens looking like the 60’s, it’s crazy

A nationwide deja vu, what my people ‘posed to do?
Go to schools named after the Klan founder
Word ’round town is y’all don’t see why we frowning
Native American students forced to learn about Junípero Serra
How is that fair, bruh?
Some heroes unsung and some monsters get monuments built for ’em
But ain’t we all a little bit a monster? We crooked!
Man, your heroes are worthless
And man can sure try, but only God gives purpose
You crooked!
Be humble or be quiet
Your kingdom can catch flames as effortless as riots
Entire empire’s a card castle, chill
And the strength of your whole team is crumbled with one meme
It’s crooked!
Your whole works is twisted
He ain’t old enough to buy beer but go on and enlist him
Send him to Iraq and why he come back crazy?
‘Cause no human being should see the inside of a baby
You expect trust in a system that needed to be convinced
Of the madness of trusting a court that waved a Confederate flag
It’s crooked!
That’s twisted, demented, perverted, got fallen written all over us
And got the nerve to judge each other
That logic fatally flawed
Like sickness is a sign that you out of the will of God
Like one ounce of crack gains the same amount of jail time
As eighteen of cocaine, but ain’t they the same thing?
It’s crooked!
Stay eating our own kind
And muster up a scandal ‘stead of celebrating shine
And somehow that’s righteous like the world needs to know
We exposing them posers with judgmental boulders
And at one time, we built pyramids
One can only wonder why we ain’t wiped ourselves out yet
We’re as good as it gets: crooked!
Clueless buffoons put a man on the moon
And I still can’t get cellphone reception in my room
It’s crooked!
Boy, that’s often off-kilter
Awful standoff-ish, plan is outlandish
And awful uncanny, resemblance a mis-mark
Like Chris Columbus might as well have landed in Denmark
Me – just an Allstar Chuck Taylor rhyme sayer
And the fact I ain’t get lost on the way here is amazing
Me – just a crooked stick in all of its goodness
And somehow the school-to-prison pipeline missed this
And moving minds swiftly and change an entire industry
Tailor-made for greatness ’cause cuz got bad blood
Yeah, y’all still looking at a Tunnel Rat
Pen player, earthworm, battle cat, hates trend
Might learn my lesson the day after the world ends
And been wrestling with it since my wife was my girlfriend
Crooked like I’ll take a bullet for my wife
Yet I wonder what’s under the skirt of the girl on my flight
These eyes are mine, wander off sight, come and get me
Homie, I’m not a leader, just a hippie with daddy issues
Shatter dreams and promises, a closed-minded hypocrite
All the while standing in the pulpit, the culprit
We are all of the above, right and wrong and indifferent
Yet none of the above, it naturally fit in this
Subjects and predicates subjected to my detriment
Dedicated to elevating devastating pride
It’s quite a ride but if you look inside, bruh
Some things just don’t make sense, go wit’ it
We stay perplexed at the truth that defies logic
But who say that logic the best way to understand it?
Man, that’s the thinking of our colonizers
Truth is proven only through ears and eyes and
If you can’t touch it, then you can’t trust it
That’s why they can’t explain the love in my daughter’s eyes
And that’s that conscious rap, oh that’s played out
You old-school, you old, dude, you aged out
It’s not cool, them old rules, they phased out
There’s new rules, them new dudes ain’t like you
They say you hating when you don’t toss ’em a retweet
I study for every test and y’all is looking for a cheat sheet
Things I gotta tell ya, love you too much to be scared of ya
Concoction of contradictions, misnomers and paradox
Conclusion confusion like the way that I see me
An apex predator, ten steps ahead of ya
Desperately trying to hide my insecurities
Papier maché proper, you trying to hide the duct tape
Defending my card castle like it could stand in one gust of wind
The lust of eyes shackle me just as I be tackling
My inner demons eat through my marriage and my parenting
What is arrogant and humble?
Eloquent ridiculous, confident and nervous
The smell of cigarettes and broken dreams
Sold out the tickets for the VIPs
Bands that could’ve been contenders now Venice Beach vendors
Like dawg, that could be me
I swore I’d never wear skinny jeans
But homie looks real dumb in size 40 Dickies
That’s laughable, better be adaptable
And hit the road to see how far that rabbit hole go
This is present tense
None of this “already I’ve been delivered” mess
None of that pseudo-righteousness
I’mma let you guess the rest
Lusted little clusters surrounded by natives
That’s the picture of foolish pride in the eyes of General Custer
They watched his eyes slowly close like
“Yeah, weirdo, we remember the Alamo”
It’s confusing, American generals get statues
Even for the battles that they lose
People are so perplexing
Perpetuating the same hate they out protesting
And Netflix exposing the holes in our motives like
Who’s side are you on: Walter or Sky’s?
You cornered now ’cause every corner boy is now humanized
Tryna make ends meet just like you and I
That shifts your paradigm, bruh that go
Change your life on sight like the skies in Morocco
What is man but rich soil toiled in fine Hennessy
A beautiful garden that cost a pretty penny
Listen it’s freely given, but you’ve been warned
These halos stay balanced on the tip of our horns
We crooked!