Альбом DJ Khaled

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(feat. T-Pain, Ludacris, Rick Ross & Snoop Dogg)

[Chorus: T-Pain]
All I Do is win win win no matter what
Got money on mind can never get it off
And everytime I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there
And they say yeah
And they stay there
Up down, up down
Cause all I do is win win win
And if you goin' in put your hands in the air...

[Ludacris:]
Ludacris goin in on the verse
Cause I never been defeated and I won't stop now
Keep your hands up put em in the sky for the homies that didn't make it and the folks locked down
I never went no where
They saying Luda's back
Blame it on that conjure
The hood call it Ludayac
And I'm on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows
My hands go up and down like strippers booty's go
My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins
Last time on a Khaled remix now I'm on the original version
Ain't never count me out
Y'all better count me in
Got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in
Make millions every year, the souths champion
Cause all I do, all I, all I, all I
All I do is...

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[Rick Ross:]
Swerving in my Lolo,
Head on the swivel
You know serving me's a no no
Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
Yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy!
Tell Khaled back it up, my n-ggas call me Loco
That's for armed trafficking, don't make me pull that fo-fo
Ask you what you laughing at
Represent that mud life
Dirty money b-tch you better get your mud right
We come together holding hands and holla thug life
We are strapped in all black
It's like thug life
(all we do is win)
You riding the what
We riding the night
You riding with me cause you wasn't riding right
ROSS...

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[Snoop Dogg:]
Heat in the Kitchen, pot on the stove
Water getting boiled, dope getting sold
Snoopy in the hoopty, system overload
I've been running this rap game since I was 20 years old
I hung with the worst of them
Bust till I burst on em
Floss em up, toss em up, hardaway, boss em up
Pardon me I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh
Don't wanna mess with us
We like the U in the 80's
Back to back set a trap
Hit the lick, hit it back
Hit the trick, jump the track
B-tch I want my money back
Time and time again while I'm sitting on this gin
Al Davis said it best, just win baby win

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(feat. Usher, Young Jeezy, Rick Ross & Drake)

[Chorus: Usher]
It was all a dream
Yeah homie I'm on my job
And you can't take that away from me
Yeah I got my team
And I got all of my niggas behind me
And they give me the love I need
Yeah I got my foot in the door
Still hustling for more
Checking the game
Yeah I'm back in the life
Yeah I'm fed up
Hey I'm fed up
Hey I'm fed up
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I am absolutely positively on my grizzy
Even though I'm sick of them tired, I gets busy
Started 62, what ended up a frisbee
And me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy
Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me
Left my glove, so why you thought I brought your man with me?
'Bout to paint a purple picture like I brought the frame with me
I give it all up before I let the fame get me
I got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me
[? ] they exactly, what who'da thought never knew me [? ]
But these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me
I'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me

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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm sick and tired of you suckahs so now I'm fed up (Ross)
Somebody catch the chain; I'm 'bout to tear his head off
Shawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up
Before you let your top back, get your bread up
Made history, but now we claiming victory
Get ya out da white house; go back to your efficiency
Suckahs finny and I know you haters hear me
Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin; yilly!
With them brown bags, circulate so why I perpetrate
We shinin' than the bottom cause we're down to twerkulate
Lookin' at the parking lot; better get your mind right
Oh [? ] you better be broke cause the time's right

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[Verse 3: Drake]
Ugh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em
We leaned over and told 'em to go retire on 'em
And when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em
And when they love you to death, never die on 'em
And the question still remains
Have I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?
Dedicating overtime and damaging my name
And somehow I'm still the hottest, muthafuckah on the game

[Verse 4: Usher]
Yeah I've been in this bin breaking records since [? ]
So I ain't gotta brag about records that I've brought
Records that I hold
Records that I've sold
Man I'm fed up with these niggas, believe in my lingo
Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider
You see that lying [? ] you a liar
I'm on fire; you used to light up
You're gonna wake up and realize-

[Chorus:]
It was all a dream
Yeah homie I'm on my job
And you can't take that away from me
Yeah I got my team
And I got all of my niggas behind me
And they give me the love I need
Yeah I got my foot in the door
Still hustling for more
Checking the game
Yeah I'm back in the life
Yeah I'm fed up
Hey I'm fed up
Hey I'm fed up
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired

(feat. Nas & John Legend)

[DJ Khaled:]
They doubted me all my life
Now it's victory
(DJ KHALED!)

[John Legend:]
Whatever it is, I'll pay the cost
I'm willing to risk it, I'll take the loss
I'll put it all on the line
In a hustler's state of mind

I'm gonna make history
Just so we can claim victory (Victory)
Oh, victory (Victory)
(Nasir!)

[Nas:]
Speedboats, three tokes and pass it
Grass lit, hittin' slopes in Aspen
No coat, just an oath to stay thorough 'til we back to ashes
Driven in fly sedans to the MGM Grand
Picture lots of sand, two blondes, implants
Remy in hand, we tryna tan, deal my cards with an honest hand
A modest man, aware of any counter-scam
Palm trees, magnum Don Ps, LV monograms
Hottest girls flew from Rio
Mojitos, mucho frio, my libido
Sex so strong, without the E, though
Hollow threats, we don't see those
Higher death toll whenever we roll
That process is pivotal
My pitiful poverty-struck criminals will get a Jew
Then we lounge in a Spanish-style house
'Til it all blows over, Dolce Gabbana out
Contemplatin', there is no bond with Satan
Say a little prayer for me like Aretha Franklin
For my hustlers, here's some motivation
He who has begun is half done, why you waitin'?
I'm too impatient to pray, too much patience for stress
It's too much paper to rest, fuck around, you face death
I know some niggas from Astoria
That'll cut your daughter up
Like I used to cut a quarter up
Makin' all the bucks, banana clips I bought in Georgia bucks
Kill all you fucks, easy
I be on the golf cart, sleepy
Y'all beneath me
Y'all be at the pawn shop, pawnin' watches
Obnoxious, can't stop us, we shottas
Say you killin' Pablo? Impossible
Nonsense, preposterous, bizarre at best
Unfulfilled promises
I feel intelligence is my wealth
However, how enormous is Nas' pockets is a pop quiz to gossipers
See me at the Oscars, lookin' dreamy, hood opulent
Means esoteric, how I wore it
Exoticness makes you curious to see how serious my closet is
Shareholders wanna invest in that Nas stock, it's just
We be on that real shit, luxury four-wheel shit
Niggas actin' thirst on some just-got-a-deal shit
Ha, for that victory we will kill shit
Get out the way, playboy, this is real shit
(Khaled!)

Whatever it is, I'll pay the cost
I'm willing to risk it, I'll take the loss
I'll put it all on the line
In a hustler's state of mind

I'm gonna make history
Just so we can claim victory (Victory)
Oh, victory (Victory)

Just so we can claim victory
Oh, victory
Victory

Just so we can claim victory

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(feat. Pitbull & Jarvis)

[Pitbull - Verse 1:]
This for those that chose to sleep on Pits
not knowing I had a plan for every letter in the alphabitch
my lifes been diarrea boy I've been through some shit
turned it all around and now my bank account likes oh shit
could have took the coke route, heroin boy dope route
chevy gets dressed up, choppa's get chocked out
AK Quatro Siete dale mete machete
Perico's been a part of my life since I was chupando tete
I went from buildings with dope holes and boys with gold fronts
to fucking dope hoes and houses with beach fronts
I hit a lick yeah muthfucker my life changed
but chico won't change, I'm forever Dade
invest in my future so I'm forever paid
I don't play games fuck boy I ain't EA
go ahead and hate me til I'm dead in the ground
I'm D-A-D-E Dade county

[Jarvis - Chorus:]
I'm all in and I rep my city till I die
as long as I'm thinking and breathing I'm gon ride
on the east to the west side
kept it 100 so I'm good for life
give a damn what a hater gotta say
make it this far Imma do it my way
Imma do it my way, do it my way
give a damn what a hater gotta say

I rep my city, rep my city
rep my city, rep my city
rep yo city, rep yo city
rep yo city, rep yo city

[Pitbull - Verse 2:]
Miami's red cross when they need me I'm there
I'm from the era when there was gang wars at the Youth Fair
I'm ten years ahead of the game, I know it ain't fair
used to go to Santa's Enchanted just to pull on Santa's beard
sat on Santa's lap and showed him some crack
and told him for Christmas all I want is coke that comes back
something about a 75k a show,
next year it will be 300 per show yeah fo sho
Pits always had it on lock
I'm from the bottom bitch ya'll can keep a fucking top
my dog [?] bout to jump out [?]
look at the way that Chico been running the crib
from rocking stages with uncle Al Virginia key
to rocking sold out crowds at MSG
and I ain't from New York I'm a Dade county representer
dat right fo sho lets ride

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