I Miss The Old Kanye (I Love Kanye x Redbone Mashup)

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Central cee Doja Sped up

Central Cee - Doja (Slowed + Reverb)

Lyrics :

Uh, uh, check it out (yeah), uh
Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (he-he)
Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah
Nine-fo' (keep bangin')
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes (uh)
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis?
The back of the club, sippin' Moët is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' -, my crew's behind me (uh)
Mad question askin', - passin'
Music blastin', but I just can't quit
Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with (that's right)
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? (Uh)
Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot?
Now check it, I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed
Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy (come on)
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes
C-notes by the layers, true to life players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the GS3
I got the - by the tree (let's go)
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To the honeys gettin' money, playin' fellas like dummies
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
You got a - up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (uh), baby (uh)
Straight up, honey, really I'm askin'
Most of these fellas think they be mackin', but they be actin'
Who they attractin' with that line (what?), "What's your name? What's your sign?"
Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind (that's right)
And ask you what your interests are, who you be with
Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while? I'm gon' go call my crew, you go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two (come on)
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Little Cease (uh-huh)
Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly (G)
A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few we gon' do
What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (True)
Forget the telly, we just go to the crib
And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke - while you do me
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To the honeys gettin' money, playin' fellas like dummies
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
You got a - up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (uh), baby (uh)
In mansion and Benzes
Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream (heh)
Still tote gats, strapped with infrared beams (that's right) (what?)
Choppin' Os (uh-huh), smokin' la in Optimos
Money, - and clothes, all a nigga knows (all a nigga knows)
A foolish pleasure? Whatever
I had to find the buried treasure (for what?), So grams I had to measure
However, livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
Drop top BMs, I'm the man, girlfriend
Yeah, honey, check it
Tell your friends to get with my friends
And we can be friends
Sh-, we can do this every weekend (that's right), alright?
Is that aight wit' you?
Yeah, keep bangin'
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To the honeys gettin' money, playin' fellas like dummies
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
You got a - up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (uh), baby (uh)
Check it out
Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Represent, baby, baby, uh

Big Poppa

Big Poppa (SPED UP)

Doja - Central Cee (sped up)

@framuzs_ on YT made this originally. just reuploaded it to listen on my phone.

Big Poppa x Orange Soda - The Notorious B.I.G  -  sped up framuzs_ remix

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ETA verse 2 by nemzzz

Kentucky Boys

Bass like tombs rumbling under the feast
Candles flicker on plates stained with the beast
We dine while the ruins whisper names in the smoke
And every ghost leans in for the final choke

Outside the banquet halls the echoes still bleed
Old fields hold the print where the victims concede
They served the charge with silver, we swallowed the cost
Each dish garnished with a memory long lost
The bloodline inherited by children unraised
The table set on graves where the mourners phased
We cheer for the harvest of stolen acclaim
Raise our glasses but the foundation’s the same
Massacre memorial in the back of the mind
A feast of sorrow served to humankind
When the laughter rings high, look below the crust
See the tomb-stone markers in the dust
Our ancestors whispered, now we chant their refrain
We dine on the ruin, we bless the domain

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

The banquet spreads wide, the legacy cold
Bones under linen in stories untold
They carved the borders, they sealed the fate
We carry the ghosts while they celebrate
Eyes in the darkness, voices in the wind
The table keepers blind to what they begin
We march in the shadow of the screams unheard
Hands raised in thanks while the truth is blurred
The scar remains fresh though the print is faint
Blood rubs off slow but the soul still paints
The price was paid not with gold but our lives
We dine at the table built on their cries

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

Skulls under china, guns under glass
Echoes of footsteps in corridors past
Whispers of mothers whose children never came home
Feasts for the victors, graves for the bone
Ceremonies silent, drums in the night
Every shot memorised, every wrong in the sight
We’re heirs of the massacre, legacy defined
By the blood in our veins and the scars in our minds
No masks on the faces, no lies in the creed
We chant the cry of the fallen, the hearts that still bleed
Hear the bass like a heartbeat under the wall
See the ghost in each corner, hear the memory call
We dine on the ruins, we cradle the pain
Until the table breaks, until we reclaim

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

Let the bass tremble for the names unsung
Let the table tremble when the truth is done
Massacre memory flows in our veins
We hold their voice, till we break the chains

Massacre Memory

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