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You just picked up a South Asian (Desi) gig. Now what?

Hey all! I was going to create this as a comment to a post Pandatho but there's been enough interest in this to make it a post so hopefully the mods allow it.

If you're lucky enough to be contracted to work a gig for a South Asian Wedding / Engagement etc then get ready to get lit. I have a list of songs / artists below that should make your rotation immediately. But since this is /Beatmatch, let's get the technical / prep stuff out the door. First off, I'm lumping Punjabi, South Indian, Hindi and Bollywood music into one genre called 'Desi' [They-See] music. It'll make it easier to then peel back into the genre quirks later in the post.

  1. Technique. - Get ready to play a little loosey goosey on this one. The key for these gigs to keep the energy high - once the dance floor 'opens**'.** You will quickly learn that beat matching, syncing, phrasing etc. will go for a toss if the crowd wants a mix of Top 40, Hip Hop, Desi, Latin, EDM etc. So go in with an open mind and try to listen to your tracks as much as possible prior to the night of the set
  2. Cue. Cue. Cue. - Desi music follows a lot of the Western style of 2-4 beats / phrasing but certain Desi music like Punjabi also has a lot of down beats / dhol / drum on the 1-3 which makes it a bitch to mix in and out of because then it becomes a game of knowing the language to drop a track that makes the crowd go - OOO THAT'S MY SHIT!
  3. BPM Sliders - These are your friends and worst enemy. I'm not a pro DJ and also am going to confess to being a VirtualDJ guy because as solid as Serato is, I simply can't stand the UI. I'll still use to prep my crates and dress rehease. Set your BPM sliders to no more than 28%. But pgajria, that's SUPER wide for a range! Yes, I know and you'll understand that sometimes, you'll need to drop from 147 bpm to 72 - because you simply can
  4. Going between tracks - Shit man, I don't know. I've done 8/16 loops on Track A with bass cut while bringing Track B in on HPF and LPF'ing Track A out but that's because I know how the tracks work.
  5. Camelot? Meh, yes and no. Sometimes it's just about listening to your tracklist and deciding how you want to energize the crowd
  6. Stay Desi all night? Depends. TALK TO YOUR CLIENT. One thing that Desi parties are notorious for are terrible uncles and aunts requesting shit that won't fit the theme. Bride and Groom want Bay Area mixed with Desi, give it to them. They want Trap, Motown and Irani pop? Give it to them. Do not, unless explicitly pointed out by the B/G, give in to the Uncles/Aunties.
  7. Requests. The bane of every DJ's life. So here's my approach because I'm a crowd pleaser. Bring your aux line, be prepared to play something off THEIR phones BUT find the song on Spotify / YouTube on your device so you can control the crossover to another track
  8. Can I jump genres? Oh god yes, please. You'll lose people otherwise. The older crowd will dance to the classics and some new shit but will tire out. At that point, your Brunos and Pitbulls will come in super handy.
  9. Do I let them USB my shit? Abso-god-damn-lutely Not.
  10. Have fun. As we all know, music is music is music. Even if you don't understand WTF is happening on the floor, if the song bangs the crowd - play along. DJ 101 right?
  11. I swear to Jesus, if you play Beware of the Boyz with Jay-Z, I'll find your gig and pour beer on your gear. [Play the OG version listed below]
OK - here's the list if you made it this far. I've tried to make this inclusive but trying to cut it by 'Era'. Spelling is close to accurate as possible. You can obtain these from.... sources. [Or PM me]. Buy the music as you can but they aren't in pools

Artist / Movie - Song Name - Era - BPM / Recommendation
- Bombay to Goa - Dekha Na Haye Re - Classic Bollywood - +5-10
- Laawaris - Mere Angne Mein - Classic Bollywood - +5-15 -
- Aap Ki Kasam - Jai Jai Shiv Shankar - Classic Bollywood - +10 at least -
- Vishwatma - Saat Samundar - 90s Bollywood - Eh - your call -
- Silsila - Rang Barse - 80s Bollywood - +10. Cue in at 45 secs -
- Tezaab - Ek Do Teen - 90s Bollywood - +5-15 -
- Hum - Jumma Chumma De De - 90s Bollywood - +12-17 -
- DJ Money - Mehbooba Mehbooba - Classic Bollywood - +10 at least -
- Manj Musik - Billo Hai - Punjabi - Nudge it up a bit -
- RDB - Saddi Gali - Punjabi - Drop it hot. -
- Jaz Dhami, Yo Yo Honey Singh - High Heels - Punjabi / Pop - Should be able to beatmatch in -
- Punjabi Hit Squad - London Thumakda [Wedding Mix] - Punjabi / Bollywood - Loop the first 4 beats as a crowd teaser then drop it. -
- Sukhbir - Ishq (Oh Ho Ho Ho) - Punjabi - Towards the end of the night for a second wind -
- Daler Mehendi - Tunak Tunak Tun - Punjabi - The White Boy Meme-anthem. Ya'll know what to do. Fade it down then bring this dude in -
- Abrar Ul Haq - Punjabi Touch - Punjabi - Popular in Pakistani weddings. The song was mixed tinny, it's actually a shit product so don't try to over correct. Get in, Get out. -
- Kapoor and Sons - Kar Gayi Chull - Modern Bollywood - Plays like a Latin Hop track so mix accordingly. But the first 8 beats are your lead in -
- Punjabi MC - Moorni - Morni - Punjabi - Total Crowd Pleaser. Play this to gently cool your crowd down from 130+ and this will let you move into Future, Kendrick and Drake. First 8 beats are your friend -
- Diljit Dosanjh - Patiala Peg - Punjabi - A good mid evening drop. -
- Honey Singh - Diljit Dosanjh - Lakk 28 - Punjabi - Absolutely nasty lyrics, first para, chorus then GTFO -
- Kick - Jumme Ki Raat Hai [version 2] - Modern Bollywood - 11-Midnight, Popular with the older crowd because crass flirty lyrics -
- Khoobsurat - Badshah - Abhi Toh Party Shuru Hui Hai - Modern Bollywood - GREAT dance floor opener. Solid 128 2/4 track that will let you drive into Pitbull, Mark Ronson, Bruno or Top40 -
- Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani - Dilliwali Girlfriend - Modern Bollywood - Solid track, stay to the first para and chorus then move on -
- Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani - Balam Pichkari - Modern Bollywood - Same as above -
- Kapoor and Sons - Let's Nacho - Modern Bollywood - Drop this and watch the insanity unfold -
- Punjabi MC - Mundiyan Toh Bach Ke - Punjabi - You might get laid if you play this at the right time of the night. And it may or may not be by both sexes. First 8-12 beats on loop is the trick. Depending on what you played before, nudge the slider to a bit faster -
- DJ Frenzy - Despacito X Suit - Punjabi Mashup - Play this with the next one since it's the same DJ. Get half way into the track -
- DJ Frenzy - Valentines Frenzy - Punjabi Mashup - As above -
- Yaariyan - Sunny Sunny - Modern Bollywood - Peppy track. 130 BPM, mixes SOLID in KEY with Danza Kaduro -
- Four of a Kind - Rail Gaddi - Classic Punjabi - Look, you'll drop this... a train will form. You may get pulled into it. Shots may happen -
- Sahara - RDB - Lal Ghaghra - Classic Punjabi - Crowd Banger. FF into the track about 40 seconds for the drop. That's where you want to drop the track hot. -
- Dil Dhadakne Do - Gallan Goodiyan - Modern Bollywood / Punjabi beats - Solid Bollywood track -
- Badrinath Ki Dulhaniya - Tamma Tamma - Modern Bollywood - Plays like Top 40 Pop. First para, chorus, move on -
- Malkit Singh - Tutak Tutak Tutiya - Classic Punjabi - Play it a bit, let it simmer, GTFO -
- Honey Singh - Dil Chori Sada Ho Gaya - Modern Bollywood / Punjabi - Solid track, you'll get 2-3- minutes out of this -
- Jab We Met - Mauja Hi Mauja - Modern Bollywood / Punjabi - Solid track -
- Honey Singh - Lungi Dance [Thalaiva Mix] - Modern Bollywood / South Indian - Look man, just play it and watch. -
- Soni Pabla - Boli Pauni - 90s Punjabi - Let the song play before you drop it. About 20 seconds in -
- Band Baja Baarat - Ainvayi Ainvayi - Modern Bollywood - Cardio. This will either read as 78 or 156 bpm for you -
- DJ Frenzy - Lean On Diljit - Punjabi Mashup - 2 songs, one play. -
- Bally Sagoo - Gur Naal Ishq - Classic Punjabi - You'll get tips for this one, -
- Baar Baar Dekho - Kaala Chashma - Modern Bollywood - Fun track -
- Simbbaa - Aankh Maare - Modern Bollywood - Play at least 3 minutes of this. -
- Bharat - Slow Motion - Modern Bollywood - Slower track, end of night -
- Sultan - 440 Volt - Modern Bollywood - Should mix in nicely with the above -
- Kalank - First Class - Modern Bollywood - Good mid evening track -
- Omkara - Beedi - Modern Bollywood - Good mid evening track, bump it up a bit -
- Stree - Milegi Milegi - Modern Bollywood - 2 mins. No more -
- Guru Randhawa - High Rate Gabru - Modern Punjabi - Great track. Slower -
- Guru Randhawa - Suit - Modern Punjabi - Must Play -
- Sharry Mann - 3 Peg - Modern Punjabi - Hell. Yes. -
- Honey Singh - Angezi Beat - Modern Punjabi - Yes. -
- Mickey Singh - Phone - Modern Punjabi - Younger crowd may request -
- Rajeev B - Daroo - Modern Punjabi - Caters well if the drinks are flowing -
- Zack Knight - Bom Diggy - Modern Bollywood - Sugar pop. Blech. play it, forget it. -
- Sultan - Baby Ko Bass Pasand Hai - Modern Bollywood - Popular enough -
- Dabanng - Munni Badnaam - Modern Bollywood - Depending on the crowd? The aunties getting rowdy -
- Dabanng 2 - Fevicol Se - Modern Bollywood - Same aunties may need Jesus -
- Dil Chahta Hai - Koi Kahe - Modern Bollywood - Good dudes let's dance song -
- Gully Boy - Apna Time Aayega - Bollywood Rap - Hot track, may or may not work. See if there's a request. -

EDIT - This is as good / clean the list gets visually. Sorry.

Whew. If you made it this far; Congratulations. You're armed. Now remember to weave in your other stuff here too. Drake, TayTay, Future, Cardi B, Demi Lovato, Katy Perry etc. Desi parties in the US / UK / Canada are all about the mish mash of genres.

Thanks for reading. If you need any of this music, PM me. I'll do my best to arrange a link for you.
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As a break from all the shitposting, have the lyrics from the first 11 tracks on MBDTF

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Know that motherfucker well: "What you gonna do now?" Whatever I want to do. Gosh! It's cool now Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out Cause you'll never get on top of this So mommy, best advice is just to get on top of this Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh? Put the pussy in a sarcophagus Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus Head of the class and she just won a swallowship I'm living in the future so the present is my past My presence is a present, kiss my ass Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fucking hands Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question: What do these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfucking monster Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles, I Kill the block, I murder the avenues, I Rape and pillage your village, women and children Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is Love, I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and blood-suckers All I see is these niggas I made millionaires Milling about, spilling they feelings in the air All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs Trying to draw blood from my ice-cold veins I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fucking hands Pull up in the monster automobile, gangsta With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah I'm in that Tonka color of Willy Wonka You could be the king but watch the queen conquer OK, first things first I'll eat your brains Then I'm a start rocking gold teeth and fangs Cause that's what a motherfucking monster do Hair dresser from Milan that's the monster 'do Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't notice cause my money ain't So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie? But my features and my shows ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbiez got to climb it Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wylin' Nicki on them titties when I sign it That's how these niggas so one-track-minded But really really I don't give a F-U-C-K Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki cause she's fake She on a diet but her pockets eating cheesecake And I'll say bride of Chucky is child's play Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides 'Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you and Am should ménage Friday Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for Aaaah, I'm a motherfucking monster I crossed the limelight And I'll let God decide And I wouldn't last these shows So I am headed home I crossed the limelight And I'll let God decide And I wouldn't last these shows So I am headed home I crossed the limelight And I'll let God decide And I wouldn't last these shows So I am headed home One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous I'm so appalled, Spalding ball Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby, you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind, I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck about y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fucking hole through the wall But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean goddamn One time let it be a bad bitch sweeping That know we get O's like Cheerios That know because they seen us in the videos That know the day that you play me Would be the same day MTV play videos That was a little joke, voila Praises due to the most high, Allah Praises due to the most fly, Prada Baby, I'm magic, tada Address me as your highness, high as United 30,000 feet up and you are not invited Niggas be writing bullshit like they gotta work Niggas is going through real shit, man, they out of work That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt That's why I'd rather spit something that got a purp' Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous How should I begin this? I'm just so offended How am I even mentioned by all these fucking beginners? I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall Just to show niggas how much more I have in store I'm fresher than you all, so I don't have to pause All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain I went from the favorite to the most hated But would you rather be underpaid or overrated? Moral victories is for minor league coaches And 'Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossas And Hammer went broke so you know I'm more focused I lost thirty mil, so I spent another thirty 'Cause unlike Hammer, thirty million can't hurt me Fucking insane, the fuck am I saying? Not only am I fly, I'm fucking not playing All these little bitches too big for they britches Burning they little bridges, fucking ridiculous Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil in twenties like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I become CNN said I'd be dead by twenty-one Blackjack, I just pulled an ace As you looking at the king in his face Everything I dream, motherfuckers, I'm watching it take shape While to you I'm just a young rich nigga that lacks faith Range Rove, leather roof, love war, fuck a truce Still move a bird like I'm in bed with Mother Goose Them hoes coming in a baker's dozen Claiming they was with me when they know they really wasn't I keep the city's best, never said she was the brightest So if you had her too, it don't affect me in the slightest I never met a bitch that didn't need a little guidance So I dismiss her past until she disappoints your highness I speak the gospel, hostile Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils Paranoid mind, I'm still under the watchful Eye of the law, aspire for more Them kilos came, we gave you Bobby Brown jaw Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call Flow similar to the legends of the falls Spill it, I own you all, yeah One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous Hah, I am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazes the faces in places The favorite, hah, my cup overrunneth with hundreds Dummy, damn, it's hard not for me to waste it The new Commandment: "Thou shalt not hate, kid" My movement is like the civil rights, I'm Ralph David Abernathy, so call my lady Rosa Parks I am nothing like them niggas, baby, those are marks I met this girl on Valentine's Day, fucked her in May She found out about April, so she chose to march Hah, damn another broken heart I keep bitches by the twos, nigga, Noah's ark I got a seven on me, I call my 'dro Lamar Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart G-A-T in the Pathfinder Cause you haters got PhDs Y'all just some major haters and some math minors Tiger Woods, don't make me grab iron Ayo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know the shit is fucking ridiculous Cars for the missus and furs for the mistress You know that shit is fucking ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous I love it though I love it though, y'know? Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sinsation I know I’m preaching to the congregation We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us In that magic hour I seen good Christians Make rash decisions, oh she do it What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it She putting on her make up, she casually allure Text message break ups, the casualty of tour How she gon' wake up and not love me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it’s rubbing off Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron I’m looking at her like this what you really wanted, huh? Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sinsation I know I’m preaching to the congregation We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan (Satan, Satan, Satan) I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down it's the magic hour And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don’t leave while you're hot that’s how Mase screwed up Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat You see I always loved that sense of humor But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme That's "Dior Homme", not "Dior, homie" The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? You love me for me? Could you be more phony? Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sinsation Haven’t said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue? Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine, sipping Rosé all alone Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character All black tux, nigga shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired Before his jaw shattered climbing up the Lord's ladder We still speeding, running signs like they don't matter Uh, hater talking never made me mad Never that when I'm in my favorite papertag Therefore G4's at the Clearport When it come to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy When it came to dope I was quick to export Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, the Lex sport So many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud Different traps, I was getting mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne Whole clique's appetite had tapeworms Spinning Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns I shed a tear before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over Getting 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller I'm making love to the angel of death Catching feelings never stumble, retracing my steps And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can She find pictures in my e-mail I sent this bitch a picture of my dick I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good with that shit See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hoodrats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can Run away from me, baby, run away Run away from me, baby, run away When it starts to get crazy, why can't she just, run away? Baby, I got a plan, run away fast as you can 24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it Now pick your next move, you could leave or live wit' it Ichabod Crane with that motherfucking top off Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs, haha Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the balla-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless P! Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know I did damage Cause the look in your eyes is killing me I guess you are at an advantage Cause you can blame me for everything And I don't know how I'mma manage If one day you just up and leave And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can I think I just fell in love with a porn star Turn the camera on, she a born star Turn the corners in a foreign car Call the coroners, do the CPR She gave that old nigga a ulcer Her bittersweet taste made his gold teeth ache Make her knees shake, make a priest faint Make a nun cum, make her cremate Move downtown, cop a sweet space Livin’ life like we won the sweepstakes, what We headed to hell for heaven’s sakes, huh Well I’mma levitate, make the devil wait, yeah! Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we crossed the line No more drugs for me, pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and baby we’ll live a hell of a life Never in your wildest dreams Never in your wildest dreams, in your wildest You could hear the loudest screams Comin’ from inside the screen, you a wild bitch Tell me what I gotta do to be that guy Said her price go down, she ever fuck a black guy Or do anal, or do a gangbang It’s kinda crazy that’s all considered the same thing Well I guess a lotta niggas do gang bang And if we run trains, we all in the same gang Runaway slaves all on a chain gang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we crossed the line No more drugs for me, pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and baby we’ll live a hell of a life One day I’m gon' marry a porn star We’ll have a big-ass crib and a long yard We’ll have a mansion and some fly maids Nothin’ to hide, we both screwed the bridesmaids She wanna role play, 'til I roll over I’mma need a whole day, at least rolled doja What party is we goin’ to on Oscar day 'specially if she can’t get that dress from Oscar de La Renta, they wouldn’t rent her, they couldn’t take the shame Snatched the dress off her back and told her, “Get away” How could you say they live they life wrong? When you never fuck with the lights on Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we crossed the line No more drugs for me, pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and baby we’ll live a hell of a life I think I fell in love with a porn star And got married in a bathroom Honeymoon on the dance floor And got divorced by the end of the night That’s one hell of a life Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you, more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more Let's call out names, names, for sure I'll call you bitch for short As a last resort, and my first resort You call me motherfucker for long At the end of it you know we both were wrong But I love to play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call her names, names, I hate you, more Let's call her names, names, for sure On a bathroom wall I wrote "I'd rather argue with you than be with someone else" I took a piss and dismiss it like "fuck it" And I went and found somebody else Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self Till about two a.m. and I call back And I hang up and I start to blame myself Somebody help... Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call her names, names, I hate you, more Let's call her names, names, for sure You weren't perfect but you made life worth it Stick around, some real feelings might surface Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom Gripping you up, fucking and choking you What the hell was I supposed to do? I know you ain't getting this type of dick from that local dude And if you are I hope you have a good time Cause I definitely be having mine And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional Every time I hear bout other niggas is strokin' you Lying, say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you? You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you 1AM and can't nobody get a hold of you I'm calling your brother's phone like what was I supposed to do? Even though I knew, he never told the truth He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to At a certain point I had to stop asking questions Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers I heard he bought some coke with my money That ain't right girl You getting blackmailed for that white girl You always said, "Yeezy, I ain't your right girl" You'll probably find one of them "I like art"-type girls All of the lights, she-was-caught-in-the-hype girl And I was satisfied being in love with the lie Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blame For the pain and it poured every time when it rained Let's play the blame game Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure "Things used to be, now they not Anything but us is who we are Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We've become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gone for eternity We erased one another So far from where we came With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing? Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E Hatred and attitude tear us entirely" But I love to play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more Let's call out names, names, for sure I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing And when the phone called it just ring and ring You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back And I heard the whole thing I heard the whole thing, the whole thing, the whole thing Ohh my God Baby, you done took this shit to another mother fucking level! Now a neighborhood nigga like me ain't supposed to be getting no pussy like this God damn, God damn! Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? (Yeezy taught me) You never used to talk dirty, but now you God damn disgusting! My, my God, where'd you learn that? (Yeezy taught me) Look at you mother fucking butt ass naked... With them motherfucking Jimmy Choos on... Who taught you how to put some motherfucking Jimmy Choos on? (Yeezy taught me) Yo you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level! This is some Cirque du Soleil pussy now! Shit! You done went all porno on a nigga, okay? And I, and I love it... And I thank you, I thank you, my dick thanks you! How did you learn, how... how did your pussy game come up? (Yeezy taught me) I was fucking parts of your pussy I'd never fucked before! I was in there like "Oh, shit! I never been here before! I've never even seen this part of pussy town before!" It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shit. What the fuck happened? Who, who the fuck got your pussy all re-upholstered? (Yeezy re-upholstered my pussy) You know what, I got to thank Yeezy. And when I see that nigga, I'mma thank him. I'mma buy the album, I'mma download that motherfucker, I'm-a shoot a bootlegger! That's how good I feel about this nigga Oww, I still can't believe you got me this watch! This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted! Even with the bezel! This is the motherfucker I wanted! I saw this shit, I saw it, Twista had this shit on in The Source! I remember, Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source! That's right, that's right! Yo yo babe, yo yo this is the best birthday ever! Where you learn to treat a nigga like this? (Yeezy taught me) Yeezy taught you well, Yeezy taught you well I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a still to slow down the time I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a still to slow down the time I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a still, down the time I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life (I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind) I'm new in the city, and I'm down for the night (I'm building a still, to slow down the time) Down for the night Said she’s down for the night Slow down the time I'm lost in the world, I'm down on my mind (I'm up in the woods) I'm new in the city, but I'm down for the night (I'm building a still) Down for the night Down for the night You're my devil, you're my angel You're my heaven, you're my hell You're my now, you're my forever You're my freedom, you're my jail You're my lies, you're my truth You're my war, you're my truce You're my questions, you're my proof You're my stress and you're my masseuse Ma ma se, ma ma se, ma ma ku sa Lost in this plastic life Let's break out of this fake-ass party Turn this into a classic night If we die in each others arms, still get laid in the afterlife If we die in each others arms, still get laid, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind (Run from the lights, run from the night) I'm new in the city, but I'm down for the night (Run for your life, down for the night) I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life I'm new in the city, and I'm down for the night Down for the night Down for the night Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life (Run from the lights, run from the night) I'm new in the city, and I'm down for the night (Run for your life, down for the night) I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life I'm new in the city, but I'm down for the night Down for the night Oh, oh, get down Hey woah Hey woah Hey woah Hey-hey Hey woah Hey woah Hey woah Hey-hey Hey woah Hey woah Hey woah Hey-hey Hey woah Hey woah Hey woah Hey-hey
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