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Go to smoking song? J Cole kills it

Discussion in 'Marijuana Consumption Q&A' started by 2313, Jul 20, 2013.

  1. What's your go to smoking song. Right now my new one is Hold It Down by J Cole. I highly recommend you give it a listen. J Cole is probably the realist rapper out right now.

    Ay if my heart stop pumping tomorrow don't feel no sorrow (Nah)
    Cause life is hard mentally and everything is meant to be
    Sometimes I ask myself if I was gone who will remember me?
    It's hard to tell ah-well, sit back and sip this Hennessey
    Now lately it's been hard to tell my friends part from my enemies
    Cause plenty niggas show me love but in their hearts they envy me
    Why? I'm just a nigga from around the way
    Told my momma I'll make it happen and I found a way
    Pour out some liquor for my niggas at the crossroads (Rest in peace)
    Ay may the Lord give guidance to the lost souls
    I know that deep inside these niggas know it's more to life
    Then macin hoes and stacking doe
    Man I'm sort of like a nigga who don seen greener grass
    So when they think they ballining like The Dream-Team,
    My nigga I done seen meaner cash
    And I'm trynna get it, follow me nigga I'm on a prowl
    Headed to the top, you watching me then hold it down!

    Hold it down, if you need to holla at me
    Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem
    I can be there Id ride for you, lie for you (Yeah)
    I know you'd do the same, I will die for you
    So hold me down, when the times is hard, I'd be around
    So hold me down and it don't matter how far, I'll be around
    I'll hold you down

    Yea look
    You was my nigga from the younger days,
    We grew up, I went to school you went the other way (My nigga)
    But still my brother man, I'm sitting reminiscing on (Yeah)
    All of them bitches we were trippening over, kissing on
    Or at the skating rink we trrying to bag some new hoes
    And if I need yea you let me hold your new clothes
    And vice versa but man now that life is worster man
    A nigga slow caking, I'm broke trynna chase a dream,
    You just got probation and I'm stress
    Your lil sister pregnant, what's next?
    Oh shit my momma doing drugs, at times it's hard to feel blessed
    In this madness I holla at my nigga and it's sadness
    Remember when yo momma tried to beat you with that bat shit?
    Remember you chick Nina? Man that ass was the fattest,
    Remember my crush on Sabrina? Yo she still the baddest!
    I'm just glad that I can holla at you, it's been a while
    And to the next time I hear from you
    Ay, hold it down!

    Hold it down, if you need to holla at me
    Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem
    I can be there Id ride for you, lie for you (Yeah)
    I know you'd do the same, I will die for you
    So hold me down, when the times is hard, I'd be around (Yeah, I'll be around)
    So hold me down and it don't matter how far, I'll be around
    I'll hold you down

    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Ay these are tough times baby but we'll make it through
    You know I'm headed for the top I swear I'm taking you
    Just hold a nigga down through this bad weather
    The rain falling, ain't balling but I have better
    A women with an ass and a strong mind, it's been a long time (Yeah)
    Sometimes you on your bullshit, sometimes I'm on mine
    Will I have a hard time to stay committed?
    Or do I only want your voice moaning when I hit it?
    Man only God knows
    I know deep in your heart you don't want me to be no star though
    Cause groupies out there every show, you scared I'm fucking every hoe
    And girl I ain't gon lie and say I won't cause shit you never know
    But may the Lord give me strength, I loved you more than anything
    The future mother of my kids,
    The love is real and if we ever part God forbid
    I love you still so when I'm on the road don't trip,
    You know I'm down for you, keep it tight and don't slip
    And hold it down for me

    Hold it down, if you need to holla at me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Don't hesitate to call, it ain't a problem
    I can be there Id ride for you, lie for you (To all my nigga)
    I know you'd do the same, I will die for you
    So hold me down, when the times is hard, I'd be around (I'll be around, call me when you need me)
    So hold me down and it don't matter how far, I'll be around
    I'll hold you down
    Call me when you need me
    Call me when you need me
    Call me when you need me
    Call me when you need me
    I'll hold you down
    I'll hold you down

    [ These are Hold It Down Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

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    More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/hold_it_down_lyrics_j_cole.html

    That's the song. Does anyone else think these lyrics are ill or am I just stoned?
     
  2. #2 llllllllll, Jul 20, 2013
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    Define Realest rapper.
     
    As far as i know all rappers are real.
     
  3. He just raps from the heart and puts alot of work into making good songs that relate to his life. He isn't like Wiz Singing terrible songs
     
  4. I want to get high by cypress hill
     
  5. i do recpect rappers who make songs from the heart
    but i have a pick taste with rap, its kinda odd
    first i start with the beat, if its catchy i will like it
    then i get baked and breakdown the lyrics
    jarren benton, flatbush zombies or danny brown are few of my fav artists right meow
     
  6. Yea, J.cole is a real rapper,..I like his NEW album, But song that I like when im baked is Kanye West ft Talib Kweli and Common- "Get 'em High"
     
     [Kanye West]
    I'm trying to catch the beat, uh
    I'm trying to catch the beat
    I'm trying to catch the beat, uh uh, uh
    I'm trying to catch the beat


    [Hook: Kanye West]
    N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands
    GET 'EM HIGH
    All the girls pass the weed to your motherfuckin' man
    GET 'EM HIGH
    Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands
    KEEP 'EM HIGH
    And if you're losin' your high then smoke again
    KEEP 'EM HIGH

    [Verse 1: Kanye West]
    N-n-n-now, my flow
    Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics
    I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics
    My freshman year I was going through hella problems
    'Til I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up out of college
    My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
    I give a fuck if you feel me, I'm gonna follow
    My heart, and if you follow the charts
    Or the plaques or the stacks

    You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
    I'm so shy that you thought I was bashful
    But this bastard's flow will bash your skull

    And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Tro
    And I don't, usually smoke
    But pass the
     'dro
    And I won't, give you that money that you asking for
    Why you think me and Dame cool? We assholes
    That's why we hear your music in fast forward
    'Cuz we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo'


    [Hook]

    [Verse 2: Kanye West + (girl)]
    N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this
    E-mailing me at 11:26?

    Telling me that she 36-26, plus double-d
    You know how girls on Black Planet be when they get bubbly
    At NYU but she hail from Kansas
    Right now she just lamping, chilling on campus
    Sent me a picture with a feelin' on Candice

    Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
    W-H-I-T-E
    , it's getting late mami
    Your screen saver say tweet, so you got to "call me"
    And bring a friend for my friend, his name Kweli
    (You mean Talib? Lyrics sticks to your rib)
    I mean (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)
    I mean (You don't really know him, why is you lyin')
    Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line
    She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines
    Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time
    And get her high


    [Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
    Yo, I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes
    But never mind,
     I need some tracks, you tryin' to pull tracks out
    And my rhymes is finna blow, you trying to blow backs out
    Well okay, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm
    Ayo, ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your moms?
    And she's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior
    Always got something to say like a okay playa hater
    Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the Internet
    Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette
    You really fuckin' that much or trying to get off cigarettes?
    If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
    Now I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
    I got the bubba kush and a sister could get a hit of it

    [Verse 4: Common]
    Get 'em high like noon or the moon
    Or a room filled with smoke, a hype filled with dope
    Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune
    But I still filled the notes
     with real nigga quotes
    Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote
    Control rap is out of
    Used to, but still got love
    That's why I abuse you who are not thugs
    Rock clubs, it's like Tiger
    Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show,
     called Soul Survivor
    I stole on liver, niggas than you
    You's a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
    How could I ever let your words affect me
    They say Hip-Hop is dead, I'm here to resurrect me
    Marsha's too sexy to even make songs like these
    That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
    Too many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popular
    Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' a
    Album, how come, you the hot garbage of
    The year's clear your image and snooped up
    Label got you souped up, tellin' you you sick
    When you a dick with a loose nut

    Video hard to watch like Medusa
    Even your club record need a booster
    Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga
    Read the infra-red across your head, I'm bred king like Simba
    Bolder than Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper
    Just an emcee with a temper

    You dancing for money like Honey, I did this my way
    So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye
    Spittin' through wires and fires, emcees retirin'
    Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

    [Hook]
     
  7. 2 chainz drake and lil wayne R SO REAL BRO
     
  8. #8 StonedScholar, Jul 20, 2013
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    Doe B and Juicy J- Let me Find Out
    U.O.E.N.O- Rocko Ft Future, Rick Ross, A$AP Rocky, Wiz Khalifa and 2 Chainz (The best remix)
    FDB- Young Dro
     
    ALSO: A$AP Ferg- Shabba Ft. A$AP Rocky
     
     
    AMAZING.
     
  9. I was liking DJ Jazzy and the fresh prince until I found out it was will smith. 
     

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