Lyrics Of The Week: April 12-18

There's quite a bit of repetition in the game these days, and specific lyrics tend to get overlooked (with the exception of anything Drake ever drops). This is an opportunity to take a closer listen and really consider what these artists have to say. We encourage your opinions. 

Keep in mind, these are the most noteworthy lyrics of the week, not necessarily the best. Also, it's hard to get everything right - if you notice any errors, don't hesitate to let us know in the comments section. Lines we're not quite sure about will be bolded. 

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Well, whad'ya know? Drake takes That No. 1 Spot once again. The words to 'Girls Love Beyoncé' were by far the most read this week. Other than the assist from James Fauntleroy on the hook, this is familiar territory for Aubrey, who reflects on how his refusal to commit has ruined his love life. 

Thoughts? 

[Verse 1: Drake]
Look - I know girls love Beyoncé
Girls love to fuck with your conscience
Girls hate when niggas go missing, and shorty you ain’t no different
These days it’s hard to meet women
Feel like my love life is finished
I’ve been avoiding commitment
That’s why I’m in this position
I’m scared to let somebody in on this
No new friends, no no no no
You know how this shit go
You got your fair share of admirers that call your phone
You try to act like it’s just me, but I am not alone
But if you’re alone then, say my name, say my name

[Hook: James Fauntleroy]
Say my name, say my name
When no one is around you
Say baby, I love you
If you ain’t running games
Say my name, say my name
You actin’ kinda shady baby
Why the sudden change?
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you

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"You can't trust nobody. Keep your inner circle tight. Remember, no new friends." -Khaled

DJ Khaled's "No New Friends" featured the biggest lineup of the week by far, and the words were the second most viewed. Drake, Ross and Wayne offer their feelings on their closest friends and family, and why they don't plan on letting too many others into their respective circles.

What'd you all think of this one? 

[Verse 1: Drake]

Man this shit so ill that we had to restart it
H-town my second home like I'm James Harden
Money counter go "burrr" when you sellin' out the Garden
Four car garage, pornstar ménage
Birdman go "brrr" cause he know this shit retarded
Fuck her on the floor before we make it to the bed, switch your ass
That's really what you call Started From The Bottom, yes lord
OVO sound man I'm proud of my niggas,
Knew that we would make it never doubted my niggas
All my bitches love me - if I had a baby mama
She would probably be richer then a lot of you niggas
Aye, that's luxury dawg
Day one, niggas, you stuck with me, dog
Ever since Youtube niggas been calling me
The leader of the new school
Fuck with me dog, yeah...

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Your bitch all in my photographs, hoe niggas got hate for me
Big homies all certified, nothing niggas gon' take from me
Follow codes, study game, feed fam, nigga, fuck fame
All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoeing
Down in Turks and Caicos, dope boy that's my dress code
All I hug is blood, nigga, Khaled that's my flesh, though
All I want is love nigga, money bring that stress though
Smoke good I love life, strip club like every night
Every night my same niggas, day one, straight menace

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

I'm here with my niggas, I'm too high to be friendly
They throw dirt on my name, well that's why they still dig me
And I'm tired of all this hating, I thank God for my patience
I thank God for my homies, I wish we could trade places
Bitch we Goodfellas, boy all them niggas with you, they just pall bearers
And if we ball catchers, remember sip slow, live fast
Young Money, stay young
I been Cash Money since day one
Tunechi...

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A standout track from Funk Master Flex's "Who You Mad At? Me Or Yourself?" mixtape. Nyck Caution's verse is dope, but Joey effortlessly merks the slow, murky instrumental with multisyallbic lines and an intensely faded drawl. This track's a must for every stoner's 4/20 playlist. 

[Verse 1: Joey BADA$]
The flows is acidic
Cruising in a slow-ass Civic, I got gas, hit it
Hold up, cops passed, I stop, laughin'
Jakes is snake lizards, if they smell they won't come hither
Nigga, I hisses at your misses
Slither down her throat, spit her up, "mmm, delicious"
I'm too malicious, this one for my mistresses
In distress, cause positions that I put 'em in could stretch
You can't contest and get the rude boy vexed
Too shocked to give him two shots, rude boy for dead
Boom, bye bye in a batty man head
The sooner I die, sooner them gets ahead
So you do the math, put the pieces in the puzzles, like
Voodoo in the trap - no string attached
In fact, it's all connected in a sense, neglected in the cents 
But well collecting my respect, respect

[Hook]
They say we too loud, we need to turn it down
I copped a pound, now I'm 'bout to burn it down
Hotbox in this bitch know I'm burnin' out
And what I'm learning now? It's still more trees to go around

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"I used to wanna save the world, now all I do is spend dough." -Cole

Another standout track from Funk Master Flex's "Who You Mad At? Me Or Yourself?" mixtape, this one from crowd-favorite J. Cole, who takes a slightly different turn by confidently admitting to his vices over a laid-back instrumental. Thoughts? 

[Verse 1]
Maine on fire - my empire be higher
Than an octave on Mariah, you niggas should worship sire
Your crew holding dead weight like a fuckin' hearse's tires
Meanwhile I'm like the flow diversifier, verses flyer
Gave you truth at a time when niggas prefer the liars
I was David promising the world that I'mma serve Goliath
Then I... swam with sharks, made it to the land and park
My dick in bitches with intentions sick as Satan's worst desires
Hell of a intro, speedin' through this life at a hell of a tempo
With my head out the window
20K in my pocket as I'm feeling the wind blow
And I ain't had a wallet since Nintendo, comprendo?
Orchestrating these capers, watch my paper crescendo
I used to wanna save the world, now all I do is spend dough
'Til I snap back like Hov's hat
Now I'm back with this big black strap like "hold that"

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"Still with the Obamas I ride / I'll meet the president on the Southside." -Common

Common added a verse to Jay-Z's controversial "Open Letter" track shortly after it was released, and ran with the political theme. He shows support for Hov' and touches on racial profiling, social activism and his relationship with the president. Thoughts? 

[Verse 2: Common]
My man went to Cuba
Caught in a political triangle, Bermuda
The same way she said she was a shooter
Assata Shakur, they tried to execute her
I went to Cuba to see her
We should free her, like we should Mumia 
Can't a nigga rap and make movies?
Y'all seen how Fox News tried to do me 
They say I'm too black, like it's lights out
Might not get invited back to the White House
Still with the Obamas I ride
I'll meet the president on the Southside
March the streets, parade for peace
Shorties keep shooting, they need a release
Tryna eat in the belly of the beast
I call it LeBron and carry in the Heat
Y'all gon' learn today 
Like you're listening to Malcolm and MLK
Media sayin' shit that ain't there
But we fall down and get back up - Kevin Ware
It's so political - I don't trust figures
When it come to revolution, it's just us, nigga

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"Could be about a special young lady, could be about a special plant." -Curren$y

August Alsina and Spitta joined forces for this track from the former's upcoming "The Product II" project. This is a melodic one for your 4/20 playlist. Are they describing weed, a woman or both? You be the judge.

[Hook]
I think you put something in the air
Your body's so amazing, and one could even say it's blazing
You're wrapped tight, oh, you've got it going on
'Cause you keep your hair nice
Oh, and I ain't even trippin', 'cause my homies hit first
'Cause baby when I hold you, I know we can make it worth
So let me get your contact and the place I can meet you at
Baby, let me hit that super loud
Super strong, super green, got me super gone
I know that's super on, and I'm super high
I'm like Superman, 'cause I'm super fly
Baby, let me hit that super loud
Super strong, super green, got me super gone
I know that's super on, and I'm super high
I'm like Superman, 'cause I'm super fly

[Verse 2]
Now you look good enough to eat
And every time we kiss it's Swisher Sweet
I feel a spark every time we meet, yeah
Yeah, you do things to me... 

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is
Wash up, make sure I'm presentable, before I lay one finger tip on you
Every day I'm in the whip with you
Crack them windows, let them look-at-whose come close, get a little whiff of you
My new thing and my older Coupe, ain't nothin' changed
Addicted to that, lifted that 
Every time I hear your name, I'm ready to let that paper flip
I've never been labelled as a trick, but I'll pay for it if I want it
I'm always high, stuck in the moment
Had a convo with one of my homies
Told me 'bout when y'all first met
How viciously you put it on him
I couldn't even get mad about it
I was there, one of my partners got it
Super loud but she's super soft
Softer than a whisper
Ain't no gold digger, but I ain't never seen her 'round no broke niggas
Come smoke with me... 

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Yes, we realize this is far from a rap track, but both the lyrics and the song were among the most popular of the week, and most of you seemed to dig it. It's healthy to take a break from relentless bars sometimes, and funk-oriented tracks about picking up are a great alternative. This is apparently the first single from Daft Punk's upcoming "Random Access Memories" album. What do you think? 

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Like the legend of the phoenix
Our ends were beginnings
What keeps the planet spinning
The force from the beginning

[Hook 1: Pharrell]
We've come too far
To give up who we are
So let's raise the bar
And our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun
I'm up all night to get some
She's up all night for good fun
I'm up all night to get lucky
We're up all night 'til the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky (x5)

[Verse 2: Pharrell]
The present has no rhythm
Your gift keeps on giving
What is this I'm feeling?
If you want to leave, I'm with it

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Yet another essential track for your 4/20 playlist. No one pays tribute to illicit substances quite like the Trippy King, and the murky instrumental he flows over here ony enhances the effect.

We trippy, mane. 

[Hook]
High... ain't no coming down
Roll up let's burn up
Turn up, ain't no turning down
Chasing this fast money, ain't no slowing down
Hold up, let's pour a four up 'cause it's going down
High... ain't no coming down
Roll up let's burn up
Turn up, ain't no turning down
Chasing this fast money, ain't no slowing down
Hold up, let's pour a four up 'cause it's going down

[Verse 1]
Break it down, roll it up
My money too long can't fold it up
Pour it up, I'm drunk as fuck
I take more alcohol than an open cut
Early morning getting to the bread
So I call it breakfast in bed
Real nigga don't believe in ghosts
But I'm stil chasing these dead prez'
My eyes so low, I'm so lit
I might nod off after one more hit
In a foreign whip with a foreign bitch
I live every night like a porno flick
Bitch don't kill my vibe - hoe don't kill my buzz
Bitch I'm so fresh and clean, but my cup is full of mud
If she not fucking she gotta go
One monkey won't stop the show
I'm backstage with a flock of hoes
And I'm getting blowed like a snotty nose
Hollywood I'm still stuntin' 
Makin' paper all around the country
I'm getting throat, fucking hoes 
Getting dome and counting money

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West Coast rapper Problem and production collective League Of Starz were the second collaborators in our new "In The Booth" original music series, and "Chachi's Revenge" was the result. A succinct track, Problem aggressively delivers a single, hookless verse over a heavy instrumental. Thoughts? 

[Verse 1]
My baby mamas said I wasn't shit, and at first I used to believe 'em
Now they on my dick, 'cause a young nigga out here eatin'
Every time I hop in my whip, I light one of my pre-rolls 
That gettin' gwap, I'm Gucci, without the ice cream cone
Sticking to that G-Code, I take a shot then reload 
I only fuck with my street folk 'cause these rap niggas too emo
Forever on my grind, yeah, my five kids, they need clothes
Pump bucking at fake fucks 'cause like pimps they need holes
Blaow! Bloaw! Oh my lord - my hoe and my chain gold
Life be my bitch and that hoe move when I say so
Good in my 'hood, yeah, I play the block like Lego
Real goons on my payroll - I save money, you save hoes
Mountain high, I Range Rove, to the top on you niggas
If this was '09 I would've been socking on niggas 
Fuck that, rather profit on niggas - toe tag every beat Louis give me
Oh yeah I'm a problem, oh mama, no condoms 
We're yelling out "fuck all you pussies"

"Obviously, I don't be trying to get lyrical." -French Montana

Enough said.

Stay tuned for next Friday’s Lyrics of the Week, folks. Thanks for joining the discussion. 

 [Verse 2]

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round through East Tremont
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round with that Nina
Ridin' 'round with that AK, that SK, that HK
That beam on the scope
Window down, blowin' smoke 
Niggas front but they broke
Try shit 'round me, gon' get smoked
That gun automatic
My car automatic
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'

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