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B.o.B - We Still In This Bitch

B.o.B - We Still In This Bitch Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Underground Luxury
Released: 2013

We Still In This Bitch Lyrics

I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but We Still In This Bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin' hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin' but some bad bitches in my clique
Whats up Eastside?
We in this bitch
They think they seein' me, but they ain't seen shit
Girls on the pole, yeah they make me rich
Girls at my shows, wanna take my pic
Yeah, we can do this here all night, can't tell me nothin' can't tell me shit
All in my zone, all on my own
Open that pack, rollin' that strong
And we still up in this, won't turn down, won't go home

I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

I got big wheels on my ride
Spent bout six mills on my ride
You catch me swervin' all over your side of town bumpin' bitch don't kill my vibe
Don't blow my hide just blow my guy
I'm so paid I'm so fly
Your baby daddy disrespect me black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
I'ma boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt you
You want trouble, I got plenty
How you want it, full or semi
I'm so rich so all that fuck boy shit you kickin' don't offend me
Don't get killed off in this bitch
I spit mills all in this shit
Boy it's been 11 years of this shit
Look at me now still in this bitch
I stand tall no cant fall
You pussy ass niggas can't touch it g
See me don't speak ain't nothin' g
I'm in my zone nigga don't fuck with me aye!

I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin' for a nigga that's ballin' so tonight might be her night
You know me, I stay stuntin' low key, I threw tuition at onyx
Flip money fast lil' sonny rich nigga I speak Ebonics
Gotta new car I paid cash
Gotta new crib with a weed lab
Crisp bills I need that
Fuck your team where the freaks at
Hundred deep in VIP niggas always hatin'
I came in with a bunch of goons and I'm leavin' out with this lady
I got your boo in my Bugatti she bout to swallow my babies
My system loud my weed loud no hair clippers I'm faded trippy

I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

Writer/s: WILLIAMS, MICHAEL LEN / MIDDLEBROOKS, MARQUEL / HARRIS, CLIFFORD / HOUSTON, JORDAN / SIMMONS, BOBBY RAY
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

We Still In This Bitch

This song finds B.o.B thugging hard as he responds to his haters, telling them they can't shut him down. The track is believed by some to be a response to all those who opposed Obama being re-elected to his second term in office.

B,O.B's fellow Southern rappers T.I. and Juicy J jump in with a verse each where they outline their success in the game and brag about their luxury cars.

The song initially appeared on B.o.B's ninth mixtape, F--k 'Em We Ball, which was released on November 15, 2012. It was later dropped on January 8, 2013 as the first single from Underground Luxury, climbing to #64 on the Hot 100.

B.O.B. explained to Rolling Stone the meaning of his album title: "To me, 'underground luxury' is kinda like a contrasting title and the reason for that is because on this album I plan on introducing to people and reintroducing to people the side of me that they didn't see on the first album," he said. "On that album, I didn't really show my underground side and I didn't really tell my story as much and as vividly as I'm telling it now."

"Telling a story isn't always a linear thing that involves going from point A to point B -- it's about putting myself back in a mind state to when I was struggling and when I had to really go out of my way to make ends meet when I was coming out of high school and really struggling," B.O.B added. "It's really like a retelling of the story from a different perspective."

B.o.B - Ready

B.o.B - Ready Youtube Music Videos and Lyrics

Album: Underground Luxury Released: 2013

B.o.B - Ready Lyrics

Apply major pressure my nigga
You hear me?

Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

It's Ray Bans (Bans), and Freebandz, we getting money
While you hating (okay, okay, okay), we somewhere in Abu Dhabi
With Arabians (rrrah), and G5, and where my posse at?
It's outrageous (yeah), on that good Jamaican
That's right I'm too faded, you t0o shady
I'm too greedy with two ladies
Excellence I'm exuberated
I'm finna smash like two potatoes
I don't give a fuck, not even two maybes (na-da)
I turn up on niggas like rutabagas
I do it daily, I do it daily (what)
That's my swag, you should pay me (okay)
Ain't that the truth?
This my whip, ain't that the coupe?
Hustle Gang ain't that the squad
That bitch actin' like you gotta prove
While they out here catchin' feelings, I'mma catch a flight or two
I just give her major pressure while she gave me major who

Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

Anything they wanna do, hell yeah I'm ready for it (okay)
Sexy bitch just throw that back (ay), hell yeah she ready for it (yeah)
They thought that the boy was stupid (what), now my shit they checkin' for it (yeah)
And, yo' girl, she addicted to it, I think that ho need Betty Ford (Betty)
All I heard is that boy a pop, all I heard is that boy not
Top 5 on any list (okay), but I moved up about five slots
Some pass one, high as fuck
I don't see niggas 'til I look down
Just turned my crib to the hookah spot
You are now welcome to the kush lounge (smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke)
So miss me with that fuckery (fuckery)
Girl come here with that suckery (do it)
Ham squad, Hustle Gang, that's that underground luxury
I don't mess with them fake type, I bet em all if it was up to me
Even if a bitch was a cashier, still she'll never get a buck from me

Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Anytime they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

Writer/s: FISHER, NOEL / SIMMONS, BOBBY / WILBURN, NAYVADIUS / DIAZ, RASOOL / SOKO, BRIAN / PROCTOR, ANDRE / MONTGOMERY III, CLARENCE
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Ready

This chest-beating track finds B.o.B boasting about his rap dominance and how he has no need to worry about his haters and detractors. The massive, brass-laden beat was supplied by Detail, who co-wrote and produced Lil Wayne's hit single "How To Love," as well as helming several tracks on the Rich Gang album.

The song features Future on the chorus. "What Future brings to the song is just crazy," B.o.B told Rolling Stone. "Future came up with the hook and brought it to me first. I heard it and I loved it and so I spent a couple of days just trying to live with it and letting the music flow."

The rapper added that the song is an example of his new writing style, where he lets things form organically. "The way I write now, I just try and let the music come to me," he explained. "I really don't try to force anything, so if I catch something like a vibe or a feeling then I catch something and go with it and let that direct me. I feel like it's a more natural way to finish songs."

B.o.B - Ready

B.o.B - Ready Youtube Music Videos and Lyrics

Album: Underground Luxury Released: 2013

B.o.B - Ready Lyrics

Apply major pressure my nigga
You hear me?

Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

It's Ray Bans (Bans), and Freebandz, we getting money
While you hating (okay, okay, okay), we somewhere in Abu Dhabi
With Arabians (rrrah), and G5, and where my posse at?
It's outrageous (yeah), on that good Jamaican
That's right I'm too faded, you t0o shady
I'm too greedy with two ladies
Excellence I'm exuberated
I'm finna smash like two potatoes
I don't give a fuck, not even two maybes (na-da)
I turn up on niggas like rutabagas
I do it daily, I do it daily (what)
That's my swag, you should pay me (okay)
Ain't that the truth?
This my whip, ain't that the coupe?
Hustle Gang ain't that the squad
That bitch actin' like you gotta prove
While they out here catchin' feelings, I'mma catch a flight or two
I just give her major pressure while she gave me major who

Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

Anything they wanna do, hell yeah I'm ready for it (okay)
Sexy bitch just throw that back (ay), hell yeah she ready for it (yeah)
They thought that the boy was stupid (what), now my shit they checkin' for it (yeah)
And, yo' girl, she addicted to it, I think that ho need Betty Ford (Betty)
All I heard is that boy a pop, all I heard is that boy not
Top 5 on any list (okay), but I moved up about five slots
Some pass one, high as fuck
I don't see niggas 'til I look down
Just turned my crib to the hookah spot
You are now welcome to the kush lounge (smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke)
So miss me with that fuckery (fuckery)
Girl come here with that suckery (do it)
Ham squad, Hustle Gang, that's that underground luxury
I don't mess with them fake type, I bet em all if it was up to me
Even if a bitch was a cashier, still she'll never get a buck from me

Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Anytime they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

Writer/s: FISHER, NOEL / SIMMONS, BOBBY / WILBURN, NAYVADIUS / DIAZ, RASOOL / SOKO, BRIAN / PROCTOR, ANDRE / MONTGOMERY III, CLARENCE
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Ready

This chest-beating track finds B.o.B boasting about his rap dominance and how he has no need to worry about his haters and detractors. The massive, brass-laden beat was supplied by Detail, who co-wrote and produced Lil Wayne's hit single "How To Love," as well as helming several tracks on the Rich Gang album.

The song features Future on the chorus. "What Future brings to the song is just crazy," B.o.B told Rolling Stone. "Future came up with the hook and brought it to me first. I heard it and I loved it and so I spent a couple of days just trying to live with it and letting the music flow."

The rapper added that the song is an example of his new writing style, where he lets things form organically. "The way I write now, I just try and let the music come to me," he explained. "I really don't try to force anything, so if I catch something like a vibe or a feeling then I catch something and go with it and let that direct me. I feel like it's a more natural way to finish songs."

B.o.B - John Doe

B.o.B - John Doe Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Underground Luxury
Released: 2013

John Doe Lyrics

Seems like your heart stops working
The minute they close the curtain
You take off your mask
And take off your costume
And if anyone asks you're taking a smoke break
Drinking some coffee
But everyone knows what you're doing
Seems like the bus moves slower
Just cause you got somewhere to go
So you take a few pills in Beverly Hills
But if anyone asks you've got a prescription
You got an addiction
Who do you think that you're fooling

John Doe, I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe, ooh oh oh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh

Errybody's addicted to something
Errybody gotta grip onto something
Even if it's just to feel the response of appeal
Maybe once, maybe twice
Maybe hundreds of times, hundreds of times
Without it, it's just harder to function at times
You race to the bottom of every single bottle
As if there was someone or something to find
You're struggling in your mind
And you tell yourself lie after lie
'Til you get to the point where it's no longer private
That people that you work with noticed the signs
When you walk in the room
It gets noticeably quiet
So you break up the silence, you say you've been at the gym
But the way look, can't blame on the diet
So what you hiding?

John Doe, I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe, ooh oh oh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh

Yeah, I've probably had too many things
Smashed too many freaks
Had too much to dro(I mean)
Had too much to drink
Left the club, ended up in custody
Random drug test, passed it luckily
My girl broke up wit' me cause she walked in suddenly
With a woman up under me
I told her "Wait!
It ain't what it look like!
I must've slip and fell, clumsy me!"
Well, at least I admit it, cause the worst you could do
Is to do it and not be man enough to say that you did it
That's just how you prevent it, well I ain't no different
I love all the money, the fame
And the parties with beautiful women
I spend so much time as an underground artist
'Cause I was afraid to succumb to the business
And what I'd become
But that what you'd judge I become
The path with the greatest resistance
That's how the tables can turn when they pivot
And change you perspective and flip your entire position
My whole life I've been dying to wish and to live and experience
Everything possible
When I told 'em my dreams, they just said they ain't logical
Now, I can see it, it's optical (optical)

John Doe, I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe.

Writer/s: EARLEY, GEOFFREY / RENEA, PRISCILLA / SIMMONS, BOBBY RAY
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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John Doe

The fifth single from Underground Luxury finds B.o.B musing on the problem of addiction, particularity alcohol abuse, in our society.

The song features the vocals of Priscilla Renea. The singer-songwriter released her first studio album Jukebox in late 2009. As a songwriter, she has contributed to hit singles for Chris Brown ("Don't Wake Me Up"), Rihanna ("California King Bed"), Pitbull ("Timber") and Cheryl Cole ("Promise This").

John Doe (or Jane Doe) is the generic name given to unidentified bodies, or a person whose true identity must be withheld in a legal action, case, or discussion. Renea is saying on the hook that the man that she had originally met is not the one she is with now because of his alcoholism, which is why she is giving him the name John Doe.

B.o.B - All I Want

B.o.B - All I Want Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Underground Luxury
Released: 2013

All I Want Lyrics

I want everything I see
I wanna go in every mall in every state in every country and buy shit
Whether I can afford it or not, nigga
I want bitches, I want cars, I don’t give a fuck, I want it all
That’s what the fuck we’re here for

Say enough about a dream nigga
I’m just tryna keep it real nigga
Say enough about a dream nigga
I’m just tryna keep it real nigga
Say enough about a dream nigga
I’m just tryna keep it real nigga
Say enough about a dream nigga

It’s just so many woman
It’s just so many chains
It’s just so many watches
It’s just too many things, I want!
Whoa, whoa, whoa

It’s just so many trips
It’s just so many bottles
It’s just too many whips
It’s just too many models, I want!
Whoa, whoa, whoa

All I Want is money
Money, money, money
That’s all I want
Big face hundred
Hundred, hundred, hundred
That’s all I want, that’s all I want
That’s all I want, that’s all I want

Not a day’s goes by
It ain’t on my mind
I ain’t gon' front
I ain’t gon' lie
I'd rather have a M than an empty pocket
If hundreds ain’t in them them jeans ain’t mine, I
That's what I want muthafucka
I’ll never be a bum muthafucka
You talking about like it ain’t about the money
You just sound like a dumb muthafucka
A house on the hill by the lake
All real niggas can relate
You tryna book me for free?
But my rent is due on today
A better life is what we’re after
Because every dream I gotta capture
I always knew that I would blow up one day
Like a nuclear reactor

All I want is money
Money, money, money
That’s all I want
Big face hundred
Hundred, hundred, hundred
That’s all I want, that’s all I want
That’s all I want, that’s all I want

From the cradle to a label
From decatur to the majors to papers, no more neighbors
I used to say I never cared about the money until I put food on my momma’s table
Follow the trail
Could’ve been in jail
The way that I live
Could have been fatal
Must have had an angel
It’s funny how I’m always on the screen
But as a teen I never had cable
But now I won it all
The world, the ladies, the whips
I took a fantasy and made it exist
No one ever handed us shit
We took what we had and made it the shit
That’s transforming dusty to luxury
Being off in the cut, the cutlery
That’s the gist, that’s the summary
So if you feel how I'm feeling then fuck with me!

All I want is money
Money, money, money
That’s all I want
Big face hundred
Hundred, hundred, hundred
That’s all I want, that’s all I want
That’s all I want, that’s all I want

All I want is money
Money, money, money
That’s all I want
Big face hundred
Hundred, hundred, hundred
That’s all I want, that’s all I want
That’s all I want, that’s all I want

It’s just so many woman
It’s just so many chains
It’s just so many watches
It’s just too many things, I want!
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Writer/s: BRYANT, ASIA / THOMAS, DEMETRICE ANTWAN
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

All I Want

On first hearing, this song appears to be another superficial cut about desiring riches and luxury goods. However, B.O.B, explained to MTV News that beneath the surface lies a deeper message. "You can listen to this song and say this song is just about money, this song is materialistic. Why is B.o.B. talking about this?" he said. "And if you listen, it's deeper than that. This is about accomplishment, it's about growth, it's about doing things that you spend your whole life accomplishing. Even if it has nothing necessarily to do about money, it's a very emotional record."

The song's music video finds Bobby Ray wearing plenty of bling as he raps the song in front of a wall full of $100 bills. "The concept of this video is really taking something as materialistic as money and really painting the picture broader and what it means to people," he explained to MTV News. "Basically, I'm performing in front of this never-ending wall of money, and it's kind of symbolic to the never-ending rat race to get money."