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Michelle Buteau Is the Perfect Mix of Beyoncé and DMX

In the trailer, Buteau tells the crowd that she discovered late in life that she’s the “achievable Beyoncé for government workers. “Like, I’ll be making breakfast, and I swear to God, I feel like he just hears DMX: ‘HOW YOU WANT YOUR EGGS!?’”

Wanda Sykes is credited as an executive producer on Buteau’s special, which was directed by Page Hurwitz, who produced Tiffany Haddish Presents: They Ready. Comedian Michelle Buteau has a new Netflix gig — a stand-up special, titled Welcome to Buteaupedia — and the streaming network dropped the first trailer today. Her refreshingly honest approach reminds us to appreciate government workers named Otis and, most important, that character counts. Welcome to Buteaupedia debuts on Netflix in two weeks on Tuesday, September 29. I don’t know about you, but I can make a government worker work a holiday. Taped at New York City’s Sony Hall in early March, back when you could still do that sort of thing, Welcome to Buteaupedia marks the comedian’s hour-long stand-up-special debut and features Buteau performing “a dynamic hour of comedy that delves into parenthood, cultural differences, and the overlooked value of short men. “My husband’s very sweet. You know, I’m from Jersey, and he thinks I sound aggressive all the time,” she says. That’s power, bitch!” Later in the trailer, Buteau compares herself to another music legend. Related

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HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott & Quavo – Best Man lyrics

to Ben Franklin, that’s my best friend
My girl got that ass, she a Texan
She can bounce it up and down with her left leg
Tell me what gang is you reppin’
[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Left hand (right hand)
Cook up grams with the left hand
(Cook up grams with the left hand)
Count up bands with my best mans
Count up bands with my best mans (best mans)
Cookin’ up grams with the left hand (yeah, best man)
Cookin’ up grams with the left hand
(Cook up grams with the left hand)
Count up bands with my best mans
Count up bands with both of my hands (both hands)
Shout outs go out to all of my fans
[Outro: Quavo]
Dropped out of school
Graduated from the streets
Countin’ up the bands
Just my brothers and me
Dropped out of school
Graduated from the streets
Countin’ up the bands
Just my brothers and me
I just count, with best mans
When I count them bands
My brother, best man
I just count, with best mans
The best man No
Niggas on the Nawf can’t leave the bando
Stayed down in the trap, tryna free the North Pole
Most niggas out here beggin’ please to get on
Oh, no, not my gang, yeah, you know we build strong
Migo Gang, we built strong
[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Left hand (left hand)
Cook up grams with the left hand
(Cook up grams with the left hand)
Count up bands with my best mans (best man)
Count up bands with my best mans (yeah!)
Cookin’ up grams with the left hand
(Cook up grams with the left hand)
Count up bands with my best mans
Count up bands with both of my hands
Shout out goes out to all of my fans
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Best man had been my brother, took the fire, took the cover, uh
Can’t tell us apart, but different fathers, different mothers
We got caught smokin’ weed, we tried to hide the shit
But we like Swizz and DMX, we ruff ride the shit
I bumped the Ye and Screw tapes, you bumped the Nas and shit
We was both presidents, fuck the politics
We took two bright Lambs on a speed chase
It’s like a thousand on the dash on the freeway, yeah
Best man (best man) best man
R.I.P. [Intro]
Wheezy Beatz
MWA Music
Four bombs, baby
C4
[Chorus: Quavo]
Left hand (left hand)
Cook up grams with the left hand
(Cook up grams with the left hand)
Count up bands with my best mans
Count up bands with my best mans
Cookin’ up grams with the left hand, left hand
Count up bands with my best mans
Count up bands with both of my hands
Shouts out go out to all of my fans
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Save me some in the bowl
Just to go all outta control
Used to have dreams of Final Four (dreams)
Until I went all around the globe (globe)
Then the feds hit my door (feds)
I had to flush the work right down the commode (flush)
Trap life (trap), rap life (rap)
If you don’t know now then you’ll never know
Back then that’s all I wanted
Split it up with all my brothers
Told ’em we gon’ kill our opponents
Just because they never loved us, no
You want me to look back when you left us?

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DMX Meets Same Fate As Meek Mill Back In Jail For Bail Violation

Both charges were eventually dismissed, but the judge still sent him to prison, sparking a nationwide uproar from fans of the rapper and his celebrity peers including JAY-Z and Rev Al Sharpton. TMZ reported that X failed a mandatory drug test after appearing in court this morning in Manhattan. He is facing years in prison for concealing millions of dollars in a scheme dated back decades, according to the New York prosecutor. Related Posts

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DMX Cops Deal On House Arrest But Must Enter Drug Rehab Louis airport bar boozing out while buying shots for patrons and preaching. His plea deal may also play a part in his sentence. “I’m saddened and disappointed,” Richman said. DMX is destined for the same fate as Meek Mill. DMX was spotted last week in a St. The rapper’s attorney, Murray Richman, didn’t have much to say to reporters except about this latest development in Simmons ongoing legal battle. Last year November, Meek Mill was sentenced to 2-4 years in prison for violating his probation by popping wheelies in the streets of New York and getting arrested in St. Unlike Meek Mill, DMX has a serious case on his hand and is likely to go away for a while. Part of the conditions for his bail was mandatory rehab which he completed but seems he is right back to square one where drugs aare concerned. Prosecutors played the video in court while arguing that is another clear violation of his probation. The judge ordered him remanded in custody arguing that he was a flight risk after being tested positive for cocaine, oxycodone, and opiates. Louis. “We’ll have to deal with it accordingly.”
The legendary rapper pleaded guilty to tax evasion in November last year when he was released on a $500,000 bond. The Ruff Ryders rap legend, whose real name is Earl Simmons, is back in jail for violating his bail conditions. DMX will remain behind bars until his sentencing for his tax evasion case on March 29th.

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REMY MA – Another One lyrics

Heard you callin’ everyone
Now call ’em back, ’cause I got another one
Heard you was kiddin’, sayin’ I ain’t havin’ none
But that’s okay baby, ’cause now you my son
They like, “Yo, Rem go in again”
My flow cold, her ink froze in the pen
You gotta go, you gotta go, lil hoe
I kick a dead horse till it don’t move
Don’t come around me, now I got the crown, see
I beat you with punches in 48, you Ronda Rousey
The wigs and nose, you a whole clown, B
I better not ever hear you say anything about me
I came from behind bars like a bottle girl
No candy bars, I raise the bar, I’m like a bodybuild
All blue Maserati, sawed-off lil shottie
Put blood in your head, leave your whole damn head red, Lil Yachty
Oh, and if you doubt that, you can catch me outside, bitch, how bout that?
When it’s dark and hell is hot, I’ll DM your ex
Sittin’ here now like, “Who I’ma DM next?”
I handle these bars like a BMX, Grrr
Get at me dog, DMX
And I’m waitin’ for a bitch to talk outta her neck
‘Cause we got pictures, we got videos, and we got texts

Already took a L, now you got another one
I secure the bag, now I got another one
I caught the W, now I got another one
Yo, what’s that shit you be sayin’, Khaled?
(Another one)
Already took a L, now you got another one
I secure the bag, now I got another one
I caught the W, now I got another one
Yo, what’s that shit you be sayin’, Khaled?
(Another one)

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SonReal – No Warm Up

[Verse 1]
They told me things like, uh, "Go get a job"
I told them things like, uh, "Go, go fuck off"
I’m cool kid to these cool kids, I lead my own parade
Cause this new shit I drop right now gon’ make your fuckin’ day
I got shit to lose just like a plumber
Locked down like Ye for three summers
Locked down like DMX when he peel out
Vroom vroom, you know I’m the only real out
First try, no warm up with no diploma
I used to drive to Kelowna, get booed like a fuckin’ loaner
Cause I was scared of myself and I showed it to everybody
This go out to anybody who yelling "We ready, Sonny" like
Ready, ready, ready

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 2]
They told me things like, uh, "Go back to school"
I told them things like, uh, "I fucking rule"
I’m Quim Cardona first try
I’m David Blaine on mushrooms
So this shit right here, this gon’ make me levitate right ‘bove you
I get higher than Peter Pan going skydiving
I can’t miss, so I’m putting with my five iron
Vancouver raised a boy to a man
From a hundred dollar show to a couple hundred grand
I write my music like a 12 year old who’s sitting in the stands
Cause that 12-year old was me when I was looking for my dad like
Chicka-bow-wow, chicka-bow-wow, run it
So if you see me walking, come and say "What’s up" to Sonny like
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 3]
Hot damn, why you looking at me?
I been beaming like I just went pro
You can act like you running the show
But since I came here, man, I just don’t know
Mama told me, "Don’t break no rules
‘Less you’re planning on doing it first try"
I dedicate this song right here to anybody yelling "Free yo mind"
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

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DMX – Bane Is Back (feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Intro]
Grit your teeth
DMX
Ruff Riders

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
La familia
If it ain’t about the dog, we ain’t feelin’ ya’
A lot of rappers been soft for a long time
Bout to put the hoodie dog on times
They said pain is back
I said, naw, Bane is back
The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on
[?] will come through your block
Make all your niggas really missing
(Where they at?)
Where they at now?
You want that new shit, don’t cha’?
You want that street shit, don’t cha’?

[Verse 1: DMX]
Man, cats nowadays be spittin’ that fuck shit
Bird ass niggas spittin’ that duck shit
I’m from the old school and that there we don’t fuck with
Been locked down on lockdown [?] suck a dick
Four ways to get in when you fit in: floor, chair
Before you climb the ladder try to find the stairs
Just the go-getters, flow spitters
That roll with us are gorillas
Cold killers that blow triggers
You got niggas, but my niggas know your niggas
And what my niggas know ’bout your niggas they ho niggas
Oh no, and I call ’em "oh no" niggas ’cause the last thing them bitches said was, "oh no" nigga
You’re about to go, nigga
And the last thing your people heard was
"Amen from the past and release the birds"
We gonna’ end it with the word, may God rest his soul
And though it looks like he’s sleeping, to the touch he’s cold

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
La familia
If it ain’t about the dog, we ain’t feelin’ ya’
A lot of rappers been soft for a long time
Bout to put the hoodie dog on times
They said pain is back
I said, naw, Bane is back
The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on
[?] will come through your block
Make all your niggas really missing
Where they at now?
You want that new shit, don’t cha’?
You want that street shit, don’t cha’?

[Verse 2: DMX]
Gimme the second chance, so respect the stance
You plan to go reckless and you make reckless plans
So, respect that we can dance
Bitch ass nigga
Motherfuck you and your man, we can do it with the hands
Fuck I need a gun for?
I done fucked a lot of bitches already
So when it come to pussy you just one more
Hit ’em with the 1-4
That’s when you know a niggas a bitch and he’s still gonna’ get the hand, but you like, "What for?"
Really? You want more?
I come through with the click, click boom – click, click, boom
Put it through your front door
Brains on the wall like paint
’cause I don’t need to know what it is as long as I know what it ain’t
Ain’t a fuckin’ thing fake about me
The devil spent so much time ruining my life
What would the snake do without me?
Keep running your mouth and see what happens when a nigga keeps running they mouth
They get knocked the fuck out, nigga

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
La familia
If it ain’t about the dog, we ain’t feelin’ ya’
A lot of rappers been soft for a long time
Bout to put the hoodie dog on times
They said pain is back
I said, naw, Bane is back
The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on
[?] will come through your block
Make all your niggas really missing
Where they at now?
You want that new shit, don’t cha’?
You want that street shit, don’t cha’?

[Outro: DMX (talking)]
Real niggas recognize real niggas man
A real nigga ain’t gonna go through the trouble of trying a real nigga
Cuz he know a real nigga will get down just like he get down
And he don’t want that headache
He’d rather push up on a soft ass nigga
[?] it mean’s something, technically, know what I saying?
He spot a bitch nigga from a mile away
And carry ’em just like, know what I mean?

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DMX feat. Swizz Beatz – Bane Iz Back Lyrics

(Intro)
Grit your teeth
DMX
Ruff Riders

(Chorus – Swizz Beatz)
La familia
If it ain’t about the dog, we ain’t feeling ya
A lot of rappers been soft for a long time
Bout to put the hoodie dog on times
They said pain is back
I said, naw, Bane is back
The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on
Will come through your block
Make all your ni**as really missing
Where they at?
Where they at now?
You want that new s**t, don’t ya?
You want that street s**t, don’t ya?

(Verse 1 – DMX)
Man, cats nowadays be spitting that f**k s**t
Bird ass ni**as spitting that d**k s**t
I’m from the old school and that there we don’t f**k with
Been locked down on lockdown…s**k a d**k
Four ways to get in when you fit in, floor, chair
Before you climb the ladder try to find the stairs
Just the go-getters, flow spitters
That roll with us are gorillas
Cold killers that blow triggers
You got n**as, but my ni**as know your ni**as
And what my ni**as know bout your ni**as they ho ni**as
Oh no, and I call em oh no ni**as cause the last thing them bi**hes said was, oh no ni**a
You’re about to go, ni**a
And the last thing your people heard was
Amen from the past and release the birds
We gonna end it with the word, may God rest his soul
And though it looks like he’s sleeping, to the touch he’s cold

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – DMX)
Gimme the second chance, so respect the stance
You plan to go reckless and you make reckless plans
So, respect that we can dance
Bitch ass ni**a
Motherf**k you and your man, we can do it with the hands
F**k I need a gun for?
I done f**ked a lot of bi**hes already
So when it come to pu**y you just one more
Hit em with the 1, 4
That’s when you know a ni**as a bitch and he’s still gonna get the hand, but you like, What for?
Really? You want more?
I come through with the click, click boom – click, click, boom
Put it through your front door
Brains on the wall like paint
Cause I don’t need to know what it is as long as I know what it ain’t
Ain’t a f**king thing fake about me
The devil spent so much time ruining my life
What would the snake do without me?
Keep running your mouth and see what happens when a ni**a keeps running they mouth
They get knocked the f**k out, ni**a

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro – DMX talking)
Real ni**as recognize real ni**as man
A real ni**a ain’t gonna go through the trouble of trying a real ni**a
Cuz he know a real ni**a will get down just like he get down
And he don’t want that headache
He’d rather push up on a soft ass ni**a
It mean’s something, technically, know what I saying?
He spot a bi**h ni**a from a mile away
And carry em just like, know what I mean?

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The Lox – Stupid Questions (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Interviewer 1]
Uh.. Uh.. Ex.. Uh.. Ex.. Excuse me, guys!
The Lox! Lox! Lox!
Excuse me! Alright.. Excuse me! Excuse me, Sheek! Stylez! Stylez! Jada!

[Sheek]
Oh my god, What!?

[Stylez P]
Yo!

[Jadakiss]
Yeah, what’s up?

[Interviewer 1]
What about Benzino?
Are you guys safe in Boston?
I heard he has a lot of Love and Hip Hop fans

[Stylez P]
Who?

[Sheek]
Go ahead, P, answer that shit

[Jadakiss]
Ask Mona Scott!

[Stylez P]
Fuck you mean, are we safe in Boston?

[Jadakiss]
We safe everywhere, nigga!

[Stylez P]
Are you fuckin’ safe right now? Fuck you up!

[Jadakiss]
That’s why I hate doing these stupid ass interviews

[Interview 1]
Uh, Beanie Sigel, Freeway.. Uh.. Philadelphia is very dangerous
How do you guys feel about that?

[Sheek]
Yes, homie, yes, we fucks with Philly

[Stylez P]
I’m fuckin’ very dangerous!

[Jadakiss]
The bol over here drawling
This nigga dick eatin’
I thought it was an interview; this nigga dick eatin’

[Interviewer 2]
Guys, Guys, Guys!
Over here, over here!
What’s up with you and Puff?
Are you guys still cool?
Is there any beef?

[Sheek]
Ah, man
Aye, listen, man!

[Stylez P]
Are you fuckin’ serious, like, yo!?
We just got off fuckin’ tour!

Jadakiss
We just got on tour!
We just got off tour, dick head!
Didn’t you hear Money Making Mitch, ass hole?

[Stylez P]
Yo, use a dumb, bitch
Ay, yo! Get the fuck outta here

[Jadakiss]
Where the fuck you been the last sixty days, you stupid bitch!

[Stylez P]
What the fuck, yo!?

[Interviewer 2]
I saw 50 the other day and he said y’all were still cool
Is that true? I mean, what do you, what do you have to say? Do you have any comments about that?

[Jadakiss]
Man, he on the tenth series of Power
That shit was a little bit after the Fresh Fest
What’s wrong with you, lady?

[Interviewer 2]
One more question! One more question!
Is it true? Is it true? Is one of y’all fuckin’ Amber?
Which one? Who?

[Sheek]
Listen, man
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ no Amber
Listen, baby
After this, me and you gone fuck
You cool?

[Interviewer 2]
Okay, okay, okay

[Sheek]
Okay, baby

[Interviewer 2]
Okay, one more question, guys
This is serious, please
Do you guys.. I.. you gotta tell me
Do you guys get really really high?
Do you guys do percs, lean, third party drugs

[Jadakiss]
Definitely!

[Sheek]
You outta pocket

[Jadakiss]
Third party?

[Interviewer 2]
Are you guys apart of the illuminate?
Everybody wants to know
These are things people want to know
Come on

[Jadakiss]
Bitch, is you crazy?

[Stylez P]
Ay, yo, get the fuck outta here, you stupid ass bitch!

[Sheek]
Oh my god, man

[Interviewer 3]
Hold up, bitch!
It’s my turn

[Sheek]
Him over there
Next question

[Interviewer 3]
Now, Sheek, where were you at?
Jenny From the Block
All of these hit songs
We need to know, where was you at?

[Sheek]
Listen, I told you I ain’t have no plans on getting on nothing else
Stylez and Kiss was killing shit out there, man
But, yo, straight up, I’ll fuck you up, though
Yo, yo, you hear me?

[Interviewer 3]
Right, right, right right right
Right right right
Aight, alright

[Sheek]
Real talk, nigga

[Interviewer 1]
Y’all from Yonkers, right?

[Jadakiss]
Duh!

[Interviewer 1]
How was it growing up with DMX?

[Jadakiss]
How was it growing up with your mother?

[Interviewer 1]
Did y’all like Mary in that Hillary commercial
I didn’t like that shit

[Stylez P]
You better chill before you get fucked up

[Jadakiss]
Word

[Sheek]
Kristy, keep this shoot moving, man

[Interviewer 1]
I fucked up
I know
That’s on me
I fucked up at the end

[The Lox]
Next question! Next question! Next question!

Sage The Gemini – Do Not Disturb lyrics

[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Verse 1]
Hop out the coupe like a bird, scratching my rims on the curb
They be like, “Hey, what’s the word?”
I’m like, the bird is the word
I look like I’m the one serving, serving the fields with a purpose
My [?] looking like [?], I’mma hurt ’em
Wait, I am still [?] like Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Slim Thugger
DMX, yeah, all my dogs, they are all for more [?]
We ’bout 4 Gs, jeans like 4 Gs
My car got Wi-Fi, I don’t need 4Gs
She say she want me, ay, I say she full of shit
She really want my green, but I only carry blue strips
Pull up to the front, you all know you gon’ learn
Niggas know it’s my turn
This how they flock on me, specially watching me
[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Verse 2]
I hop out the coupe, you complain I do the money dance
All I wanna do is put the cash in the rubber band
If I spend this shit, gon’ put it in my other hand
In my other hand, yeah
Got a lot of commas, my posse ’round us
They gon’ shoot ’til they last number
With 30 rounds, they just tryna round up
Money didn’t change us, we just counted louder
I used to make seven bucks an hour
Me and bad bitches didn’t get along
Now I ride around, heater stay on
I know it’s summertime but my chains cold
Please don’t hear my phone, please don’t hear my phone
Please don’t hear my phone, please don’t hear my phone
Now you know I’m on, now you know I’m on
I thought you heard, my phone on Do Not Disturb
Watch me

[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Outro]
Hop out the couple like a bird

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