KID INK – Lost In The Sauce

Man I hear these niggas talk
When I see em but they don’t really say it all
But we ain’t really feelin yall
Anyway man I swear that they fuckin lost
Lost, in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost
And I been tryna play it off
But somebody needs to tell em who they really are

And tell em what I’m really bout
From the bottom nobody there to dig me out
All these gold diggin hoes on a nigga now
Tell her take it to the floor baby sit it down
Way before the rap nigga
I would barely wave to these whack niggas
But now I see em all with they hands out
Like a diver, I let em all drown
(eeggghhhhh)
I’m yellin out
Reportin live somewhere on a cloud
World wide but these niggas know I’m west bound
Everybody takin shots lemme get a round
Talkin shit I’ll plunge a muhfucka
At the top come bungie with a muhfucka
Up all night fuck who the rest is
Bet your girlfriend know who the best is

Man I hear these niggas talk
When I see em but they don’t really say it all
But we ain’t really feelin yall
Anyway man I swear that they fuckin lost
Lost, in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost
And I been tryna play it off
But somebody needs to tell em who they really are

They come and try to tell me that its hype now
Hollywood they ain’t ready for my lifestyle
Money talk I don’t care how it might sound
Put your ears to the ground hear me comin down, like a stampede
Live the fast life, of a celebrity
These niggas ain’t won shit why they celebratin
On a whole nother level on the elevator
Got em lookin to the sky see me high up
Finally everything I desired
Is in my hands, seen so many niggas lose it
Over this bullshit
No aim shootin for the stars with a full clip
Now they tryna get they hands in my pot
Lost in the sauce meatball problems
Swear I can’t take no more of the nonsense
Tell em that I’m ready for the consequence, BITCH

Man I hear these niggas talk
When I see em but they don’t really say it all
But we ain’t really feelin yall
Anyway man I swear that they fuckin lost
Lost, in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost
And I been tryna play it off
But somebody needs to tell em who they really are

KID INK feat. K-Shawn & Hardhead – Loaded

You can tell I ain’t even try to fit in,
Probably somewhere you can’t even get it,
Don’t try, we gonna be here for a minute,
Tell ‘em I ain’t living to the late finish,

I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded,
Loaded, I’m loaded, four shots in and
I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded,
Loaded, I’m loaded, where should I begin?

Gotta find it in a drill, my niggas got it, still
Real with the real, my DJ even I’ll.
In column wheel, big from Jowel,
Screaming my mind, but ain’t no Johnny I’ll.
Got it any hard, I pop it any set,
I wish a nigga would’ve put his life to the test.
I made it God’s grace to say I’m turning late,
We’re like jaded on my aye, separate make a G.
I should go before the sun up, welcome back tutter,
Probably fly trotter, fly a litter faller.
I’m all about my twat, and there I wanna vet,
Stupid say I’m sick, I call it a shack.

You can tell I ain’t even try to fit in,
Probably somewhere you can’t even get it,
Don’t try, we gonna be here for a minute,
Tell ‘em I ain’t living to the late finish,

I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded,
Loaded, I’m loaded, four shots in and
I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded,
Loaded, I’m loaded, where should I begin?

Knocking down your door like Avon,
Sign niggas, now we ain’t playing.
Ready to go, tell ‘em they don’t have to wait on,
See me with the prepare hood, niggas they don’t have to trade on.
Your boy fresh in a dope boy hat,
With a pitch of perfect bitch, come and get a codac.
I don’t need a cosign period cotext,
They stop to my house and got a Rolex.

You can tell I ain’t even try to fit in,
Fuck all the politicians in the city.
Later on they gonna say a nigga get in
Pocket full of hundreds and I’m feeling like a milli.

You can tell I ain’t even try to fit in,
Probably somewhere you can’t even get it,
Don’t try, we gonna be here for a minute,
Tell ‘em I ain’t living to the late finish,

I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded,
Loaded, I’m loaded, four shots in and
I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded,
Loaded, I’m loaded, where should I begin?

I’m in this black air heesy, straight to Givenchy,
Gold chains on racks hanging from my pocket.
My whole team’s winning, losing never was an option,
That’s why your bitch’s here and leaves with her head popping.
I be going in, here we go again, ain’t got to ask no question, though.
Bottles from out that roof, sparkle right on my whole section
Bitch, you know I am out of marley, probably off a tooth,
All black, probably killing scenes where youth.
Standing in the line while I’m standing on a sofa,
Pussy popping like the paparazzi camera when they saw me.
Might not see tomorrow, so tonight I tear the shit closer,
Part might feel my boy’s caps and a glass of more Patron.

You can tell I ain’t even try to fit in,
Probably somewhere you can’t even get it,
Don’t try, we gonna be here for a minute,
Tell ‘em I ain’t living to the late finish,

I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded,
Loaded, I’m loaded, four shots in and
I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded,
Loaded, I’m loaded, where should I begin?

KID INK feat. Mann – Live It Up

[Chorus]
Yeah, I ain’t got a care in the world tonight
We ain’t really worry about nothing
Had a long day, all my life, I’ve been waiting for this moment
So I gotta live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up

[Verse 1 - Kid Ink]
Ok, bitch what’s happening,
Heard your boyfriend sheep like plastic
We ain’t in the same demographic
You know I gotta do a Jurassic
Now, toast to the young and the reckless
No drama like the young and the restless
Thank God then I roll up breakfast
Fat boy roll a second
Hello, good night,
Might, tip her if she look right
Just keep on dancing, money talking
I keep on rambling
Elephant in the room I’m amit?
I’m a take my chances, go hard or go home
It could just be the Patron but

[Chorus]
I ain’t got a care in the world tonight
We ain’t really worry about nothing
Had a long day, all my life, I’ve been waiting for this moment
So I gotta live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up

[Verse 2 - Mann]
Living it up, see me shaded up in the cut
Women with us with a little something in my cup
Not giving a fuck, you remember us
Yeah we looking different huh
Cause our dick is, super chi
Hella racks, what I’ma do with these?
Spend it all on fast cars, clothes and jewelry
I’m a do it like I do my trees blew
She foolish if she ask ? like 2 or 3
But everybody who knows what’s up, they know what’s up
They see that BBMCG and they know it’s us
We toast it, for our success,
So pour a cup and put it up for the og’s
Who did it before us
For all the all homies who passed that be getting this cake
And every inhale I take say I did it for Nate
Life is too short so every day, we celebrate like it’s our last day

[Chorus]
I ain’t got a care in the world tonight
We ain’t really worry about nothing
Had a long day, all my life, I’ve been waiting for this moment
So I gotta live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up

[Kid Ink]
Yeah, like it ain’t no tomorrow
I’m just trying to forget my sorrow
Stand on the waist with my hand on the bottle
Tell ‘em dream or die is the motto
Up all night no sleep till the morning
Really wish I could seize this moment
Hi to the haters, greet my opponents
If you ain’t already know this

I ain’t got a care in the world tonight
We ain’t really worry about nothing
Had a long day, all my life, I’ve been waiting for this moment
So I gotta live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up

KID INK – Last Time

[Hook]
Last time I felt like this I swear I was on one
Last time I felt like this I swear nigga on one

I be on some shit they ain’t ready for
Pull up in the world, they ain’t ready for
With a bunch of bad bitches, they ain’t ready for
See high they get, they ain’t ready for

[Verse 1]
Come see for yourself, I turn up, don’t need no help
With a bunch of bad bitches trying to wild out
Girl so bad, put her on time out
Looking for the real, you can find out
Tell her there’s a party back in my house
If I can’t chose I can parlor
I ain’t sitting in the back, I don’t give a fuck, no
Shake that ass with the basic, hope I don’t forget it to the waitress
It’s trouble in the air, I can taste it
Bottle in my hand, I’m a face it

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
It’s Mustard on the beat ho, and anything bang, no reload
A nigga in the game, no chick ho
Tear it like the motherfucking cico
Now everything automatic, walk in this bitch, if I want it I grab it
Going in like a nigga never had it
Walk on green like on motherfucking caddy
Nowhere in my range, not in my car, get out of my lane
I’m sitting at the bar, drink away my pain before I go insane

[Hook]

[Outro]
They ain’t ready for, yeah, they ain’t ready for
It’s Kid Ink, they ain’t ready for
Alumni, they ain’t ready for
Ill Will, they ain’t ready for
Hardhead, they ain’t ready for
DJ Tech, they ain’t ready for
Devin Cruise, they ain’t ready for

KID INK – La La La

La, la, la, put it in the air, blunt so thick, got it looking like a flare
Eyes sitting low like I’m looking at a glare
Got your bitch in the stands and she’s looking at a player
I never gave a fuck and I really don’t care
Running circles round you niggas but you’re really just squares
And you can’t see me nigga cause your vision’s impaired
I look better in the front like a set of veneers
tell them hoes, bite down down, flights out, all black, lights out
You know what it is, no time outs
Bitches going down, fly south
You getting played by the doorman
While I’m in this bitch getting paid for performing
Big bang 808, knock like the Mormons
See a bunch of hoes told the girls to bring more in

You already know where I’m from so go ahead take another hit…
I see you on the silent, this pack got me singing to the sky light
This pack got me singing to the sky light, this pack got me singing to the sky light
I just need a little time to get my mind right
See a couple pretty dimes looking fine like

Holly, more than her body, just roll up about to blow up like Saudi(boom)
find me, riding in space with Wall-e, running from the cops like rodney, don’t mind me
Cause I ain’t psychic, I’m just doing it like Nike
Sitting on a cloud like Zeus, just skypin
And I swear my bitch bad like Aphrodite
fiesty, up through the nightly, Batman shorty,
tell her turn around and I back stabbed shorty
Put her right to sleep, yeah, a knapsack shorty,
and I roll another one like a fat ass hoagie
Said I’m on some no buffer shit,
you should get a load of it
Great, anything less will be lonely
We welcome to the la, la, la one from nigger all I have
La, la, la, tell them

You already know where I’m from so go ahead take another hit…
I see you on the silent, this pack got me singing to the sky light
This pack got me singing to the sky light, this pack got me singing to the sky light
I just need a little time to get my mind right
See a couple pretty girls looking fine light, looking fine light
This pack got me singing to the sky light, this pack got me singing to the sky light.

KID INK – Keep Up

[Hook: x2]
I know, I know, that you ain’t never got down like this before
Fa sho, come here I can show you what it is
All you gotta do is keep up, we could get it in
All you gotta do is keep up

[Verse 1:]
Okay, I know, I know, you ain’t gotta fix your lips (ah)
Seen you round before (ah), ain’t your first time, no
Okay, I know, I know you ain’t never did it like this
All these drinks all gotta go (ah), still taking shots, I can’t miss
Okay, let’s go, let’s go, roll up that Bombay
Bucket list full of Rose, a lil Patron, and OJ
But we don’t need no chasin, you can turn up the whole thing
Girl vibrate that ass here and turn off your phone ring
Ll-low key, came in here, so deep
Trying to come sit at my table, ain’t no room like a two seater
I’m sorry, but your friend gotta move, bitch is too needy
Ain’t no hard feelings, you can fill her up, it’s okay

[Hook: x2]
I know, I know, that you ain’t never got down like this before
Fa sho, come here I can show you what it is
All you gotta do is keep up, we could get it in
All you gotta do is keep up

[Verse 2:]
Okay, I know, I know, you won’t take no pics (ya)
Boyfriend know you here, but, he don’t know who you with
Okay, I know, I know, you ain’t here by yourself (nah)
Where the fuck are your friends, let’s take all this back to the house
Okay, let’s roll, let’s roll, meet me in valet
Sunset to the freeway, just keep up for Pete’s sake
Keep it one hundred I don’t really need no foreplay
Just hit it from the back, girl, and pull on her hair like bad girls
Now, get right to it
Gone off that turn up fluid
Say she don’t really get down like this
Little peer pressure just might do it
Playing undercover if I lay you under covers
Bet you learn something new
Chest to chest, make a move

[Hook: x2]
I know, I know, that you ain’t never got down like this before
Fa sho, come here I can show you what it is
All you gotta do is keep up, we can get it in
All you gotta do is keep up

KID INK – Is It You

[Chorus:]
Uh
We gotta had again a stroke
I’m looking I’m looking I’m looking for
The one, come and get me in the zone
Is it you, is it you come and let me know
Is it you, is it you, is it you over there
Is it you, is it you, is it you there
You got it, you got it, you got it I swore
You got it, you got it, you got it I swore

[Verse 1:]
Yeah I’m looking all across the room
For the one, maybe two
If you in the mood
Pull over the nu-nu,
Give me your number like sudoku
That dress shorter than a tutu
My view is so beautiful that
I can’t help but stare, help but stare
Stear away from your friends,
And pull right over here
You should come and chill,
Just be easy like a layer bean
Let my money talk
Baby you ain’t got to say nothing
Nah, I ain’t tryin’ to run game,
But I play to win
Is it you, is it you,
Let me see your hands
We got it hot,
Right out of the pan baby
I can make you scream like my nr.1 fan
Now, tell me how does that sound
Neighbours might complain but you know I love that loud
That loud, tell me how does it sound to the
Neighbours might complain but we never turn it down

[Chorus:]
Uh
We gotta had again a stroke
I’m looking I’m looking I’m looking for
The one, come and get me in the zone
Is it you, is it you come and let me know
Is it you, is it you, is it you over there
Is it you, is it you, is it you there
You got it, you got it, you got it I swore
You got it, you got it, you got it I swore

[Verse 2:]
Why you tryin’ to play cool
They might be confused but
Ain’t nobody fooled over no
I could tell from how you move
That you ready and prepared
By yourself, like you playin’ solitaire
Come and share some with me
If you ever need a bodyguard like Whitney
I’ll be all over you fast like freaky
Rob me, tell them it’s no problem more than low
No comin’ baby we can get it poppin’ now
I ain’t tryin’ to run game, but I play to win
Is it you, is it you, let me see your dance
We got it hot, might leave with a tan baby
I can make you scream,
But you ain’t gotta be scared of it
Tell me how does that sound
Neighbours might complain but you know I love that loud
That loud, tell me how does it sound to the
Neighbours might complain but we never turn it down

[Chorus:]
Uh
We gotta had again a stroke
I’m looking I’m looking I’m looking for
The one, come and get me in the zone
Is it you, is it you come and let me know
Is it you, is it you, is it you over there
Is it you, is it you, is it you there
You got it, you got it, you got it I swore
You got it, you got it, you got it I swore

[Outro:]
We been at it all night, end light
It don’t mean a thing but it’s alright
You know what it is
Going down for whatever whenever get you
To bussiness know I got that work
If you ready for it
Is it you, is it you, is it you
Let me know you’re ready for it
Is it you, is it you
Put your hands in the air
And let me know you ready for it

KID INK – Intro

Back up on my shit, put it in reverse
Said its Kid Ink baby, put em in a hearse
Button up my shirt, watch me go to work
Take a hit from the swisher then I hit em with rehearsed
Gettin paid everyday, 15th and the 1st
Gotta bitch so bad, man it couldn’t get worse
Big fish like Moby
Swisher never boney
Realest nigga here, yall just phony
All black shades, got me lookin color blind
All them niggas broke girl, you can pay them no nevermind
Since I came and took charge of the game I haven’t been declined
Bet it all, sweat it out

I’m all in
I’m all in
Bitch I’m all in
I’m all in

They say all work, no play
Bitch I have a house party everyday
Niggas couldn’t see me with the coast guard
Come and watch me make it look good, postcard
Yea, I’m stimulated off the reefer
Blowin up fast like I’m playin minesweeper
Killin competition got me feeling like the reaper
Ballin like a mothafucka nigga don’t you reach in
Cuz I, leave you at the foul line
Bitch its the Alumni
Grade A, certified
Heard of I?
Know its goin down like the birth rate
Tell em its a movement, bout to start a earthquake
Bitch I run the buildin
Run and duck for cover mothafucka
I’m just tryna get some like the drummer
It ain’t nothin don’t see nothin don’t need nothin but a a blunt
and I am good
Burnin up like firewood understood?

I’m all in
I’m all in
Bitch I’m all in
I’m all in

KID INK – Insane

First off, haters Fuck ‘em
No bedtime stories but you know somebody tuckin’
As my dough gets nice they just come by the dozen
But them hoes still love me like my name John Tucker

‘Bout to serve these niggas
But I ain’t the butler
They just look like fools (food?)
So I treat em like supper

What it is..whats up
We’re talking slick like butter
Cause my name my ring bells, let me in bzz..buzzer
For I kick in the door like the …
…

Nine o’clock tea time
No I never punched out so I don’t got free time
Takin’ straight shots at niggas think that I need ..?
Gotta list fulla haters get behind the line.

With my middle fingers up and its an obvious sign
That I ain’t even transform in my optomus prime
What I do they gon’ do like bin laden is high
When I come through you know it’s going down bitch sly

We rollin’ up that sticky icky
Feel like my shit slime
Everywhere we go we smell like prime
I’m fly yah two z’s from heaven
When you see me in the club its 2k11
And how dare a muthafucker say my flow is elementary
I could really give two f’s like fendi
We ain’t goin’ nowhere
Nigga see you in a century
Yeah I been in the hood please go all the way to century
I’m a real muthafucker and you just a mirage
Three blunts in the air you could call it a minage
On my passport swag, bookin’ shows in mulan
And I ain’t even got a deal but my hand is lookin’ strong
And I ain’t done tryin’ to write more songs than songs
Thank God that I’m alive
Praise ‘em up they long crash landed in the game bout to call ‘em out home
Cant nobody tell me what I did wrong.

But they say that I’m insane
A little crazy, bitch I’m gettin’ paid
Money never change me, I put that on the range and that mercedes jukin? in my lane
But you chase me
Baby I’m insane
A little crazy bitch I’m gettin’ paid
Money never change me, I put that on the range and that mercedes jukin? in my lane
But you chase me if you wanna
But I’m a goner
Yeah, I said I’m a goner.

KID INK – Holey Moley

Let’s get it, baby, rocket ship shop,
Rocket to the crib, kicking in my judge.
You can tell that I’m feeling myself for the moment,
Feeling myself holey moley.
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
You can tell that I’m feeling myself holey moley.

Now you know just what it is, running to me like a lamb,
Put it from the left side out the fucking map,
So lift, lift up, ain’t a motherfucking match.
Now I gotta stay fly way over your nest.
Buy a ticket too far and I ain’t never coming back.
Give the bitch a cold shoulder, all this ice around my neck.
I said this kid ain’t baby, chained by the killo,
See you niggas looking at my ranks like Smeagol.
Blowing all these switches, man, fucking up their echo,
While my ego got me feeling like ain’t nobody equal.
In this bitch holey moley, moley, pack it, stunned.
Just like ravioli where you at, tell them donde estas
My crib look like vespas, might entertain your girlfriend,
Computer love, no question.
You see me rolling with hella bands like Chris Well
How you feeling, you, my best homie,
We out of here, bitch can’t show.

Let’s get it, baby, rocket ship shop,
Rocket to the crib, kicking in my judge.
You can tell that I’m feeling myself for the moment,
Feeling myself holey moley.
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
You can tell that I’m feeling myself holey moley.

Holey moley, moley, moley in your face.
Gold chains around my neck, gold bottles by the case.
Live a fast life, don’t know how to pase it,
Tame life, don’t know about you, but me, nigga, I’m wasted.
Now it’s ridiculous, you left us for left up,
How get that pussy rubbed up, like that game, nigga.
It’s set, settle down with all that left, we be where you at, in the lab,
Wow, going wow for wow,
Tell a nigga get back, tell a bitch get down,
I ain’t never been a dog, but my nigga’s all heads up.
Long night we’re in here, sitting in the days, no telling,
What I’m about to do in this motherfucker,
Better know that I’m feeling.

Let’s get it, baby, rocket ship shop,
Rocket to the crib, kicking in my judge.
You can tell that I’m feeling myself for the moment,
Feeling myself holey moley.
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
You can tell that I’m feeling myself holey moley.

KID INK feat. Jon Connor & Kevin Cossom – Hold It Down

[Hook - Kevin Cossom:]
I know that times are hard and you might need a break
Hope you can hold it down till I’m on my way
Girl I’ll give you the world but until the day
Hope you can hold it down until I’m on my way
Girl I’m tryna get to you as fast as I can but until
I get there, can you hold it down girl, hold it down, hold it down, hold it
(Till I’m on my way) hold it down girl

[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
I’m out here, tryna get paper, map-sized, hold me down like I’m getting baptized
I can see it in your mad eyes, now I’m looking like a bad guy(guy)
A little change in my pocket don’t change my heart, you should slow down
Hit a break and park
Cuz you lookin at me in the wrong way
Don’t waste time and throw it all away
So soon, pent-house rooms, high heeled shoes, girl its not an excuse
But I got shit to do like a plumma(plumber)
See you when the sun up, this summa(summer)

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Jon Connor:]
I am on my way
Heads strong
I hold my weight
With the flow, I hold my own
And on my back I hold my state
Can’t help but eat these rappers cuz they shit-list on my plate
Killing shit
They can’t see me till I see the pearly gates
Look, Haters used the ammo that gon turn me into Rambo
Turn the beat on and the heat on
Watch me murder shit at random
Man First the haters doubt me based on the shit they know about me
I’m the one
Now they feel me in they stomach like an outie
I ain’t never made excuses
I just went and made a movement
The flow gotta be crazy
Being broke mean you losin
Nowadays niggas ain’t real
I stay away from illusions
Now I’m in the position to make a million making music
And I will because I’m ill
And there ain’t no cure for poppin pills
And I got drive, you ain’t not no wheels
Holla at girls if you got my skills
Look, all these niggas pissed
They could feel it in their bladder
But I’ve learned that my opinion is the only one that matters

[Hook]

KID INK – Neva Gave A Fuck

Neva gave a fuck, prolly never will
Rollin, ridin til the muhfuckin wheels fall off
Yea, I be in this muhfucka still
Ballin bitch this ain’t no muhfuckin drill
Call it Kid Ink baby, if you ain’t know that
Niggas tryna still my swag need a low jack
Walkin round this bitch no shirt like Conan
Leanin off the codine, thats why I’m movin slowly
So sorry for the trouble baby, drop it like a fumble
And I’ma make it rain feel like spring in the summa
Hell naw it ain’t nothin goin in like a button
Wait a second, you hear me buzzin?

Bitch you know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave fuck
No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will
You know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave a fuck
No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will

Shawty on my dick, tryna cop a feel
Better cuff yo chick, goin for the steal
She been lookin at a nigga like a muhfuckin meal
Been signin titties all night still I wont sign a deal
Yea, tell me what you know bout
Tryna keep it real but my show already sold out
Uh, white girls everywhere I go now
Party over here but we can take it to the house
Shawty ring my bell, can’t knock my hustle
Its alumni batgang bitch to the rubble
Know you see me in here, HD we clear
With my middle finger up in the air

Bitch you know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave fuck
No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will
You know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave a fuck
No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will

(Bitch I got a….)

Man of my city, LA is the home
Niggas ran to my city when they seen that we was on
Hold up, just touched down know you hear me on the radio
First time here but your girl we already know
I had these bitches at my table back at lunch
Now I got a couple bottles same bitches back in front
Somebody bring the bartender back at once
I’ma need a lil more, tell em how it go

Bitch you know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave fuck
No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will
You know I neva gave a fuck, neva neva gave a fuck
No I neva gave a fuck, prolly neva will

(Bitch I got a….)

KID INK – Hell & Back

[Chorus:]
You can tell them that
I’ve been from hell and back
When the heat is on
I fire back
In this cold world
Where your lighters at?
Just burn it down
Fire back
You can tell them that
I’ve been from hell and back
When the heat is on
I fire back
In this cold world
Where your light is at
Just burn it down
Fire back

[Verse:]
Uh, let’s take it to the ground
Don’t too many make it coming through our town
Looking for a detour nowhere to be found
When the pressure’s on seems nobody’s around
Uh, but I won’t let them see me sweat
Ye it took a little time,
But can’t really be upset
Long way to the top,
I can barely see the steps
Yeah, they sleeping on me still
But I barely need to rest
See me standing here head high
Face up, I don’t need no X-Ray
Show you what I’m made of
Tell ‘em I paid my dues and
You can check the pay stubs
Never had a chance so
I had to go and make one
Say some You can tell them that
I’ve been from hell and back
But I’m home, can’t really complain when
It’s the life that I chose
Sacrificed it all and everything that I owned
Say “What doesn’t kill me can only make me stronger”

[Chorus:]
You can tell them that
I’ve been from hell and back
When the heat is on
I fire back
In this cold world
Where your lighters at?
Just burn it down
Fire back
You can tell them that
I’ve been from hell and back
When the heat is on
I fire back
In this cold world
Where your light is at
Just burn it down
Fire back

[Verse:]
Yuh, can you feel the heat
The block is hot as ever
In these city streets
You only get one shot
Keep your arm steady
They tried to make me wait
But I’m more than ready
To go and get mine grind like an in-line
Skater check your wrist watch you’ll see that
This time it’s my time,
And I don’t need no invite
To the party, got roll over minutes and it
Feels like my calling, uh
I’m just doing what I can
With a whole lot of drive
Trying to make my own path
Take a chance, can’t sit and worry about
No 5-year plan gotta live for the day
‘Cause I could die where I stand
Tell ‘em
You can tell them that
I’ve been from hell and back
But I’m home, can’t really complain when
It’s the life that I chose
Sacrificed it all and everything that I owned
Say “What doesn’t kill me can only make me stronger”

[Chorus:]
You can tell them that
I’ve been from hell and back
When the heat is on
I fire back
In this cold world
Where your lighters at?
Just burn it down
Fire back
You can tell them that
I’ve been from hell and back
When the heat is on
I fire back
In this cold world
Where your light is at
Just burn it down
Fire back

KID INK – Hear Them Talk (Freestyle)

[Hook]
Yeah, Uh, Weed in the blunt, bitch in my lap
I can hear them talk, we ain’t worried bout that, though (No)
No, you ain’t gotta front, had the time of your life
You know how that go, do it just how I like

[Verse 1]
You know what it is on sight: Alumni batgang; up all night
Niggas smell like pussies, act like dykes
Better watch yo hand cause I just might bite (Uh)
Beat up the beat
Hook to the left, uppercut to the right
I’m the shit, better get a wet wipe
And cuff yo chick, lock down yo wife, now what?
Shoe box money, I don’t need a bank
Got a 9 millimeter, I don’t need a safe
Bitch it’s Up and Away, I don’t need a cape
But I’m ready for the rapture like Anita Baker
Molly got my face turned
Feeling like a bad boy right before Mase turn
Bitch I’m goin’ in, cutting lines, I don’t wait turns
Smoking on that Kill Bill, make her sign a waiver, then I give that ho the vapors

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I got a bitch in the back, got a ho in the front
Two at the same damn time, both rolling a blunt
Their red eyes looking like that time of the month
Said money talking and these motherfuckers sound like monks
Tell them, they ain’t saying much
Up late, but it’s looking like lunch
I make in a week, in a month, in a day, what you motherfuckers make in a lifetime
Got your girl in my eyesight, and I’m all in her iPod
Say, she see me on HotNewHipHop “You is a motherfucking icon”

KID INK – Ghost

I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,
I’m riding round in my locks, leave me
You can hear the bass beating like
Coming through the speakers like

I think I’m about to go ghost, Casper on these niggas,
Really ain’t one to boss but I’m doing better than most.
In the situation I’m in most of y’all would fumble
But I carry on on my own, I’m in the couple alone.
Doing by a hundred and ten, trying to run away from my problems
One day away from snapping, can’t see no other option,
And ain’t nothing new to my lifestyle, can’t nobody catch me right now,
Engine, know you can hear me come.
Now all of a sudden I gotta make a decision
To inspire y’all to be different, who’s responsibility is it?
Back then I was a nothing, what you are on my bump,
Fall high off that low, but the gas never low.

I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,
I’m riding round in my locks, leave me
You can hear the bass beating like
Coming through the speakers like

I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,
See through the floor, be me,
And you can hear the bass beating like
Coming through the speakers like.

I think I’m about to go ghost, riding round in my locks
For the sanchees and all, black, I barely see the road.
I ride for my niggas and I ride out for my folks,
I know navigation, gotta stick to the code.
Say one you get on you, forget where you came from,
I never changed, stay the same to the grave.
Coming through your speakers,
They talking about me, can’t understand what they’re speaking.
Think I’m about to get low, trying rock and roll
And my eyes look like rotts, hand out the window.
One hand on the road, me on the wheel,
With my foot on the pedal just tryin to keep it real.

I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,
I’m riding round in my locks, leave me
You can hear the bass beating like
Coming through the speakers like

I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,
See through the floor, be me,
And you can hear the bass beating like
Coming through the speakers like.

I think I’m about to go ghost,
Riding around in my locks,
Coming through your speakers like.

KID INK feat. Devin Cruise – Get You High

Let me get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment
What I’m smoking, I’m up,
Bet to get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment,
Roll up that,
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
On a cloud, you ain’t never been this high up.
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
Oh, yeah, I know you feel it, got your eyes shut.

Little nigga from west down, moved on to the west side,
Ain’t put me on a medical, that left coast, the best sight.
My weed blew my girl yellow, we call that best bud,
My chain and my throne is two reasons she got her legs wide,
Cut your beaver is the reason she gonna leave you.
I’m a fucking animal, don’t you leave it up to beaver.
Plus I’m fucking cannon ball, she go crazy when I eat her.
See that brand going round and round, beat her.
This OG that we rode got me Jackie Chan,
No, the girl I came with look like she no Jackie Chan.
Stunning so she kick it with me, bitch, I’m Jackie Chan,
I got her open like the doors on a family van.

I’m back down alumni just like a straight A student,
They ain’t stupid, every day they pay it to us,
You ain’t talking money? You sound like you’re making music
I’m rolling that blue dream, I’m a make your girlfriend do it.

Let me get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment
What I’m smoking, I’m up,
Bet to get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment,
Roll up that,
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
On a cloud, you ain’t never been this high up.
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
Oh, yeah, I know you feel it, got your eyes shut.

But soon as they open is gonna be a movie,
Baby, I’m a keep on rolling.
Police smoke got me saying Holey Moley,
Go and get a cannon ray, and ash tray for the roaches.
I started with a quarter, money move to a half,
Now an oz, only think I ever grab.
But the OG make yours look like grass
Got a couple long jaws, not a old school bear.
Hold cold hat bags looking out for the cops
Windows up with the AC to the top,
Better take it easy, might just cough your lungs out,
Put a little hush in it, bout to have some fun.

Let me get you high for the moment,
I ain’t got to show it, you can smell that is power.
Come and get this blunt from me, don’t wait till it’s full 20,
Sitting on a cloud, just don’t look down.

Let me get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment
What I’m smoking, I’m up,
Bet to get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment,
Roll up that,
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
On a cloud, you ain’t never been this high up.
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
Oh, yeah, I made you feel it, got your eyes shut.

KID INK feat. Eric Bellinger – Fresh

Okay baby, outfit crazy, outfit crazy, outfit crazy,
Crazy, crazy.
Okay baby, outfit crazy, outfit crazy, outfit crazy,
You know I’m crazy, crazy.

Okay baby, outfit crazy,
Make a nigga change clubs just like Jay-Z
Getting over here, yeah, everything gravy,
Alumni rapping, you bar jayvee.
Uh, pass that, she’s like a lab rat,
New kicks, new chick, I won’t ever back down,
Eyes on me, got me staying like what’s that
Feeling like the shit, put a finger to your moustache.
Okay baby, outfit crazy, see you running out, I got a bush like gravy
Self named nigga, so you can never make me,
I don’t need a style everytime you see me.

Okay baby, outfit crazy, outfit crazy, outfit crazy,
Crazy, crazy,
Okay baby, outfit crazy, outfit crazy, outfit crazy,
You know I’m crazy, crazy.

Okay baby, outfit crazy, I don’t do much, make you nigga look lazy,
Take a picture then frame it like banksee,
On the blind side where everything you ain’t seen.
Ball like tooth cane, close the passport, straight from the UK.
Gucci tax free, Louie V tax free, where they do that ass, swear you nigga swaky
Okay baby, outfit crazy, even in the dark is clear like HD.
Class nigga running through the city like it’s safe,
Need a pair of wings, ’cause every time you see me I’m

Okay baby, outfit crazy, outfit crazy, outfit crazy,
Crazy, crazy,
Okay baby, outfit crazy, outfit crazy, outfit crazy,
You know I’m crazy, crazy.

KID INK – Firestorm

Flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
Got a flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.

I burn it down, burn it down, burn it down, burn it down,
It’s going round, going round, you see it going round.
I got that flame light up on, got a flame light up on,
Got a flame light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.

Now you know I got that flame on,
Backs burn it down inside this bitch like a volcano.
Too high for TV, need to came and put a nigga on cable,
Roll up, roll up till nigga’s eyes red like cannon.
You don’t want no come back, fuck papers and contract,
Got ‘em high of concept with blunt longer than Cadillacs.
Lighters up, lights off, one hit on us, might gone.
Put you on the floor like pine saw,
Don’t need no scale nigga, I bought it.
Let’s start a firestorm, on your hair like high rain
And burn rubber on the motherfucker with a gas tank full of propane.
Riding round with that heater added to like I feel no pain,
Deaf off that loud if you ever heard my name
You know

Flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
Got a flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.

I burn it down, burn it down, burn it down, burn it down,
It’s going round, going round, you see it going round.
I got that flame light up on, got a flame light up on,
Got a flame light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.

I’m high as fuck, trying not to fall
Your girl drunk trying not to call.
Better cuff your chick and a bottle low,
I had it once, but I swear to God we tried it all.
So game on, I ain’t even gotta say more,
But all my niggas got icon, at 18 we enroll.
Standing on the couch got me feeling eight feet tall,
Eyes on me, but I swear that I can’t see y’all, keep on.
Piro addict, smoking way more than ever,
Spied up to the mansion, you can smell it in my fenster.
Kush is my cologne and the champagne is my passion,
Might roll one up, but I don’t know if I can pass it.

Flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
Got a flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.

I burn it down, burn it down, burn it down, burn it down,
It’s going round, going round, you see it going round.
I got that flame light up on, got a flame light up on,
Got a flame light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.

KID INK – Fastlane

I know you see me ridin high
Feels like a roller coaster headed to the sky
We rollin’ speedin’
Like we runin out of time
And live the fast life
You could get behind [x2]

We in the fast lane
And all I see is dolla signs
Cause all I got is money on my mind, right
(We in the fast lane)
Swerving in between the lines
(You see em’ hatin tell him get behind)

Might find me posted on the scene
Roll up
burning to the 3rd degree
That O G
You could throw away the leaves
I go in like you could throw away the key
I got the world awatin me
Cuz bitch I’m hot come get a sun stroke
if I say it please don’t unquote
Got there hands up like a dumb pope
They ring girls just like the front post
Put a ransom on the beat
I need that money you want that
Beat
Alumni army you best retreat
As fly as I can fuckin be
I know you see me ridin high
Eyes low and I don’t think that I can drive
We still up it’s bout a quarter after 5
live like we wont see the afterlife
i know you see me flyin by

you see me ridin high
feel like a roller coaster headed to the sky
we rollin’ speedin like we’re runnin outta time
and live the fast life
you could get behind [x2]

We in the fast lane
And all I see is dolla signs
Cause all I got is money on my mind right
(We in the fast lane)
Swerving in between the lines
(You see em hatin’ tell him get behind)

Ya
We never slowin up, ridin round top down,
so you know its us
cant notice much
cause I’m movin at the speed of light
bad bitch wit me she ain’t gotta be polite
long as she with me tonight
we can get it poppin like I’m orville redenbacher faded of that juice and vodka
if you tryin to get intoxicated
holla at me baby, get you anythin you need
it’s a hit and run watch me crash the party then I leave
like vamanos tell them bitches adios
sick I need a higher dose
fast life die slow
on a rollercoast headed to the top
now put your hands in the air cause baby
its about to drop

I know you see me ridin high
Feels like a roller coaster headed to the sky
We rollin’ speedin’
Like we runin out of time
And live the fast life
You could get behind [x2]

We in the fast lane
And all I see is dolla signs
Cause all I got is money on my mind, right
(We in the fast lane)
Swerving in between the lines
(You see em’ hatin tell em get behind)

KID INK – Drippin

[Chorus:]
Double shots
Double bitches
Double chains
You could see ‘em drippin’
Drip and go
I’m drippin’ bitch
Wet as fuck
Spill some shit
Drip, drip, drip
I’m drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
She drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
Gettin’ drippin’
Get drippin’ bitch
Drip, drip, drip
I’m drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
She drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
Wet as fuck, spill some shit

[Verse 1:]
Tryna not to slip and fall
With you girl, all over my dick and balls
Can’t somebody roll up, drippin’
Slippin’ like it’s all the night is ending
And the coma hands in the air gollum
I’m the lord of rings, drippin’ and go
Looking like Coby, bitches think flyin’ now
Bitch I think I’m fucking solar
Saved my ego pig now I say it’s fucking bulldog
Barn, now come and give me head and
Shut your fucking know it
Ah, she say she don’t play that
She just say ’till I hit it doggy style
They’ll be payback, throwing money like a payroll
You ain’t gotta gas me
You shut this motherfucker down last week
Take a swing

[Chorus:]
Double shots
Double bitches
Double chains
You could see ‘em drippin’
Drip and go
I’m drippin’ bitch
Wet as fuck
Spill some shit
Drip, drip, drip
I’m drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
She drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
Gettin’ drippin’
Get drippin’ bitch
Drip, drip, drip
I’m drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
She drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
Wet as fuck, spill some shit

[Verse 2:]
I see some double D’s
I’m double taking
She with a friend
Double teaming
Bottom’s up
Why your face down
Now bring your head back
Like you ain’t trying to drown
How many drinks you had
I think I lost count
One, two wasted
Ice gutter grouch
In this bitch, Criss-cross
Jumping on the couch
Now bring that cookie over here
Like a girl scout
Drippin’ everywhere
Ball of chains, pull mody
Feelin’ like money
Take a picture, say cheese
You were talking to an animal
Piss like Dr. Dolittle
You wanted me,
But I think that I see two way

[Chorus:]
Double shots
Double bitches
Double chains
You could see ‘em drippin’
Drip and go
I’m drippin’ bitch
Wet as fuck
Spill some shit
Drip, drip, drip
I’m drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
She drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
Gettin’ drippin’
Get drippin’ bitch
Drip, drip, drip
I’m drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
She drippin’
Drip, drip, drip
Wet as fuck, spill some shit