DJ Khaled, The White Bentley Car Chase Driver?


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There are some early rumors that the driver of the white Bentley car chase in Los Angeles is DJ Khaled from Miami.

Update: It appears the driver shot himself and may be dead on the scene.

Update 2: DJ Khaled says on his MySpace blog that it aint him!

****** OFFICIAL PRESS RELEASE ****

This is DJ Khaled and due to recent press and news reports I feel compelled to
release a statement. Just to be clear I am in Miami, FL working on Rick Ross’
album, Deeper Than Rap. I am not in LA where there are reports that I have been
in a police chase. These reports are completely false and unfounded.

DJ Khaled
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149 responses to “DJ Khaled, The White Bentley Car Chase Driver?”

  1. they are still having a stand off as the driver (speculation is that it’s DJ Khaled) continues to show that he has a gun to his head…

  2. WE DA BESTTT
    WHOO NIGGGAAAA
    WEEEEEE

    I hope the man doesnt die cuz this is DJ Khaled

    Hopefully he’ll be alright

  3. It should be dj khaled….
    Its obvious…the car is a bently…
    at first I thought it was chris brown…

  4. Why aren’t the news showing it anymore….
    Yea I thought it was chris brown but after seen a pic … it sure was dj khaled..

  5. ill tell u what, this sean percivial faggot is a bitch. i know this mang. im a gangster fool u dont understand? i blog fool, i blog on them logs fool, im ripped off that meth fool, i get it from rico on 77th and central

  6. whos that fucking soilder boy Who?!?! nigga soilder boy Who?E?E?E?E? niggha soildier boyssss who fucking little boys MEEE fucking little boys

  7. His beats are good but he shouts on all his songs, annoying.
    Hope he’s alright though.

  8. Nice post Sean!…It’s crazy though, because I was at the LA Fitness in Universal City and saw about 5 or 6 helicopters in the sky. They shut down the main roads and there were police cars everywhere.

  9. Whoever it was is dead! I hope it wasn’t Khaled! But police rolled up….didnt pull him put of the car, and lowered their weapons! And that looked like Khaled, plus papparazi were everywhere!

  10. Breaking News: Rap artist Ice Cube Real name O’shea Jackson was negotionating with DJ Khaul down in Lankershim Boulevard be for he took his life. Leader in breaking news, video and original journalism. Stay current with daily news updates in health, entertainment, business, science, technology and Suicide

  11. call me the boogeymain, in that slow lane, what is your ho name? i forgot this ho name, ill call her lois lane, up on that boulevard, 24’s rotate, ice cube comin’ through gotta make the hos wait, roll at my own pace, nigga dont hate, fuck all you fat fuckers, leaning up to diss my paint, ice cube i still loy paint (moviestar)fuck you pour nigga a lil drank, thats how its goin down out here in california, listen to my people when a nigga hit a corner.
    R.I.P – DJ Khaled

  12. Have some compassion for another human being why don’t you! Doesn’t matter who it is. I am sure nobody would want a loved one to take their own life, and this person was loved. What is wrong with people who can dismiss another person’s life with no regard.

    Have some decency and respect for someone you don’t even know. Your ignorance is intolerable and disgusting.

  13. brooke there is no proof its all ppl talking, we wont know til tomorrow, i googled everywhere and cant find shit, less u on lankershim u aint knowin

  14. he glorified money and diamonds, we are better off without him, fucker had everything and was so unhappy that he took his life, fuck him, look at these kids starving and they dont kill themselves, fuck that fool let him burn

  15. Do ya thang man, fuck what they lookin at
    Do ya thang man, fuck what they lookin at
    Do ya thang man, fuck what they lookin at

    I see you lookin at me we don’t give a fuck, what you lookin at, we dont give it up

    Do ya thang man, fuck what they lookin at (x3)

  16. Whoever it was killed himself. They took him in an ambulance with no police officer. They were not in a hurry at all

  17. hahaha yes keep going evil loke please keep rapping !! dont stop get it get it
    dont dtop get it
    dont stop get it
    dont stop get ot
    smoking on them hooter crack
    smoking on them hooter cracks
    down back, fiddle them sticks
    down back, fiddle them sticks

  18. ugh, yo my balls got dust mites on them
    YIKES
    i might get the shiest when i slice bud lights on them
    yaaaayyyyy lil jezzy aint shit but a bitch
    suck dicks with my nigga patrick

    dont know better ask somebaady in the ass
    smoking cash better smash somebaddy

  19. when they’re looking for stars, if you dont like my face bitch look at my car, keep it simple, i told you once before, it really dont matter how i get you to the moat, it really dont matter how i get you into my low’, its hot being lets go, let your friends know

  20. friends, blends, all in the ends
    scratch that nigga ima smash that wigga
    white boys lookin think ima snaking with some bacon
    makin lakers shake their makers flakers take a rake and fake their orgassummmmmms

  21. Comin straight from the underground
    got it bad cuz I’m brown
    And not the other color so police think
    They have the authority to kill a minority
    Fuck that shit, cuz I ain’t tha one
    For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
    To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
    We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

  22. I don’t know if they fags or what
    Search a villain down and grabbin his nuts
    And on the other hand, without a gun they can’t get none
    But don’t let it be a black and a white one
    Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
    Black police showin out for the white cop

    Ice Cube will swarm
    On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
    Just cuz I’m from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me

  23. ON THESE L.A. STREETS <— does he know what the mark of the beast is or represents, these bars don’t make sense.
    IM CAUGHT UP IN THE MIX
    BUT I GOTS TO FEAST
    HIGHER LEVELS <— higher levels of what?
    IM A FALLEN ANGEL <— nope
    AND I STRANGLE MUTHAFUCKERS
    UP IN AIRPLANE HANGERS
    PENTAGRAMS <—– pentegrams got nothing to do with anything in this
    ON THE BIRDS GET STAMPED
    THEY HIT SOUTHERN CAL
    AND THE MARKET GET SACKED
    ALL SEEING EYE <— Ooooh he knows about the pyramid on the dollar bill!
    G RABBS GOT HEAT
    ESE ENEMYS DEPLETE
    HE GOT THE MARK OF THE BEAST

  24. YOU KNOW IM TALKING TO YOU
    AND YOU ALREADY KNOW
    THAT YOUR DESTINE FOR DOOM
    MY TRIGGER FINGER IS ON ICH
    IM TAKING YOUR BITCH
    ESE DICKING HER DOWN
    THEN RETURNING THE TRIK
    YOU BETTER KEEP THAT HOE
    ON A FUCKEN LEESH
    CAUSE LONG DICK EVIL_LOKEX3
    PUT YOUR BITCH ON HER KNEES

  25. EVIL_LOKEX3 AINT NO JOKE
    WITH THEM FUCKEN ZONES
    THIS THE WAR ZONE
    IM ON A MURDER SPREE
    CASH MONEY MAKING SCHEME
    GOTTA GET THAT CHEE$E
    IM A G MUTHAFUCKER
    FROM THAT TWO – 5 – STREET
    C – M – 2 – SEVEN
    ROLL UP IN A FLEET
    GANGS DEEP

  26. them trucks is loaded
    ese open up the stash
    and slowly unload it
    then pack up the cash
    in my bitches lexus
    do it 20 times over
    this a straight out message
    you fuck with me
    i’ll put a hit on your ass
    i’ll pay 5 of your boys
    from your hood to blast
    then smoke em
    and get my money back
    ese flip with my stacks
    ese all in the trap!

  27. CORRECTION:

    DJ KHALED JUST POSTED ON HIS OFFICIAL MYSPACE THAT HIS IS VERY MUCH ALIVE AND IN MIAMI AT THE PRESENT.

  28. It really looks like him, but theres a post on Khaled’s myspace sayin he’s in Miami workin wit Rick Ross…I guess we’ll c in the mornin. It looks like him though. I’d have 2 c him on tv live sayin he’s alive. Sad situation if its him or not…whoever it is its a sad thing.

  29. dead

    Point blank he took a nine cap to the head

    Eligh, the wannabe gangsta from the hood

    He wasn’t that bad and he wasn’t that good

    All he understood is get crazy blitzed

    So he bought some of that (uh) to get some of this (yeah)

    This got him that but that went to them

    and them, bein they who made his head lay

    He didn’t obey, he said he made this cash

    CRACK from the gun, Eligh lays in ash

    Smash, it hits the front page quick

    Now business is conducted by this fool named Mick

    Mick, fell for a trick

    Soon to be dyin, and his mom, gon’ be cryin

  30. I hate to tell you guys this, but I was right there and it is in fact him. He’s been listed in very “grave” condition

  31. not sure if this is real, but khaled apparently wrote an official press report on his myspace blog stating that it isn’t him in the chase

  32. The way it looks, there is a possibility that this may be the celeb from miami. First, it looks like him most definately. Second, having a car like that takes money. License plates? They can be from anywhere and does not conclude the residence of anyone driving. The myspace comment from “Khaled”? That was written about a week or more ago and there are police chases all the time-rumors too. On the sunny side of all this, There are people in this world that have money and dress like this that are not celebs. I bet there are more regulars driving exotic cars than celebs by quantity on any given day. I mean every time you see a Ferrari or Lamborghini or whatever driving down sunset blvd, does it have to be a Celebrity? I think not and the chances on a regular day are more that it is a regular than Celebrity. Lets all hope that whoever was in the car lived and hope this kind of thing lessens whether rich poor celebrity or mainstream citizen.

  33. ONE LESS STUPID RAPPER/DJ………GLORIFYING MATERIALISM… STUPID THUGS.

    GO GET AN EDUCATION LIKE YOUR MAMA TOLD YOU, AND STOP WITH THE LAME ASS RAPS….ITS F***KING PATHETIC MAN.

    THESE OOGA BOOGA APES ALL KILLING EACH OTHER…. JUST LOOK AT OBAMA, ISN’T HE WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO ASPIRE TO?

    NO, BUT YOU GANGSTAS ALL FORGET SO QUICK AND NOW LOOK AT YOU DUMB FOOLS…. HITTING YOUR WOMEN, KILLING EACH OTHER BRAGGING ABOUT HOW BIG AND TOUGH YOU ARE BECAUSE YOU GOT A STOLEN GUN.

    GOD, JUST MAKE THESE VERMIN DIE NOW. I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THESE STUPID RAPPER GANGSTAS AND WISH THEY WOULD ALL KEEP KILLING THEMSELVES.

    WHITE PEOPLE JUST ROLL THEIR EYES AND LAUGH AT THE STUPIDITY OF IT ALL. IT IS PATHETIC AND NOWHERE, NO GO LISTEN TO OBAMA AND GET A
    DAMN EDUCATION.

    STOP THE INSANITY OF THE PHONY MATERIALISM, IT DOESN’T MAKE YOU HAPPY…..IT IS WRONG, IT IS STUPID AND YOU ALL SOUND STUPID.

    GO READ A BOOK, FIND OUT ABOUT INTELLIGENCE AND INTELLECT AND LITERATURE…OPEN YOUR MIND, INSTEAD OF GETTING INTO DRUGS AND GUNS.

    PEACE

  34. yo young mulla… that’s lil wayne, not khaled. khaled made the beat, yea, but he doesn’t rap. moron. either way, khaled is a subpar producer, who thinks he’s greater than he is. nice self inflicted reality check, khaled.

  35. And then the blood starts, flowing
    Now I got your soul without you even knowing
    Lying in a staircase covered in piss, body decomposing
    I turn on sirens and I perpetuate gang violence
    I’m the devil that got Malcolm X sleeping in silence
    Factual I poison anything that’s natural
    I kill love and I’m hope frozen up just like it’s a statue
    Vampires walk among us sucking life from our city
    Keeping us in constant states of insecurity
    The police watch em… they know me ghetto vampire
    The government check em… they know me ghetto vampire
    Churches and ministries… they know me ghetto vampire
    Niggaz slangin that shit… they know me ghetto vampire
    Money hungry bitches… they know me ghetto vampire
    The whole school system… fucking ghetto vampires
    The fucking media… they know me ghetto vampires
    Now who’s the vampire?

  36. New heights, where it’s so dark you need candlelights
    To expose the black plague my left hand writes
    Nights enveloping and developing pictures in your brain
    like a darkroom, in every monestary where I spark boom

  37. now what the fuck is homicide
    by the time i pretend that shits really suicide
    muthafuckers waiting to get shot in the corners, yoour rival territory
    and when you get done yeah everybody’s sad muthafucker you know
    what you had coming so peep this muthafuckers

    now let this enemy break this melody
    said to get crazy bitch you can’t faze me
    want to come close you’re a ghost like swayze
    you wanna get cautious leave that ass nauseous
    lord remember enemiez falling
    homicide now suicide’s calling
    back from the pits now guess who’s here
    loced little one the fool you fear
    full of that sickness digging up bitches
    kick with witches screaming three 6-6-6
    bitch in the making faking rattling snake
    and you want to get taking
    out for the ride of your life then die
    victim found dead why nobody knows suicide, nobody cares homicide

  38. now this could have been what suicide or maybe this could have been homicide
    nobody knows suicide, now nobody cares homicide

    spirits release like a parole
    never been holy fool you don’t know me
    slowly caught him off thinking have I been drinking
    what the fuck is this man thinking
    well death, i think it’s hypnosis you in a coffin full of dead roses
    now wasn’t that thought full of me
    what it should be you bitch it really could be me
    come and dismiss you death want to kiss you’
    fuck that tissue bitch I won’t miss you
    never been affected learn to accept it
    can’t resurrect it fucking neglected
    what your memory say you remember me
    fuck that bury me fuck what said to me
    cause your all guilty and your all filthy
    and i don’t want ya, see you when I haunt ya …LOL

  39. now before i say farewell let the men tell ya
    fool your a failure who’s gonna save ya
    no one thats who this coming at you
    stiff like a statue how I’m looking at you
    little one told ya the world’s full of cobras
    see tem real soldiers look over their shoulders
    now suppose you fools outside and you know the voice is back
    and you know that you got tracked
    now what would you you want to be done
    It’s a step to the boys and your ass was through
    well you did and that’s suicide
    and you took your own life with homicide
    so watch who you trust or who you might fuck with
    fuck with the wrong one, your in for a long one
    so fuck that boulevard red rum
    bitch muthafucker you might be a dead one

  40. On Wikipedia, his DOB is 1975. On the TV news, his age is 27. Do the math. It’s not DJ khaled. Or maybe the info is wrong?

  41. his website statement was from january 29th or something…..the police chase was last nite feb 9th….it was khaled

  42. But why is his blog dated January 24th? I don’t get it. His press release blog states that he wasn’t involved in any car chase in L.A., and that he’s in Miami, but it’s dated January 24, 2009.

  43. Eventualy I’ma have to see the penitentury
    For sending all you fake mothafuckas to the cemetry
    I’m granting death wishes, for all those bitches that be yappin
    Acting like they fuckin hate me, but they bump ‘Me and My Shadow’
    Battle me, why try, bullets fly, I’m the type of guy to poke an owl in his eye
    If it hoots, I shoot you know my rhymes are absolute,
    To your death I salute, watch your ass when I lute
    Mothafucka, whatcha got to say about your family dismissing you
    Your homies dissing you, when shadow blessen you
    I heard about you and the homie rolling through the rival park
    And you didn’t want to cap cause you said you had a bad heart
    Ya fucking coward, you talk alot of shit
    Talking about you serve some times you never did a bid
    Then you’re doubting out cha ass saying I don’t right my lyrics
    You just want me to write some weaker shit so you can go and hear it
    You did remember NOTORIOUS, then you shook the hook again with VICTORIOUS
    Knightowl you got to give it up it’s getting old, you’re 34
    Your life ain’t shit and you’re acting like a hoe biactch

    I’m bringin hell to this mothafucka cappin
    So it’s time for some military action
    It’s the shadow of your death here to take your last breath
    So run mothafucka cause I’m blastin

  44. Tonight is the night that I come out and play with all my foes
    Dismissing hollow points now you’re all ghost
    Just like Casper, I’m the master of these shadows
    Ain’t no puppets in the mix, just a bag of tricks
    Sticks and stone, may break your bones
    But rhymes and microphones be unloaded like a chrome
    Leave it alone or break yourself fool, what were you thinking
    I’m here to make the paper, Mr. Shadow’s never slipping
    When I’m dippin, I got your blinking like a signal
    I’m making money like casino running stakes like Al Pachino
    With this lyrical momentous, it’s tremendous
    Inflicting massive pain, people say that it’s relentless
    When I let the trigger pull and this barrel starts to shoot
    All this flows to your dome

  45. Second time around on this track
    Striking fools like desert storm
    Making them stroke like heart attacks
    It’s that one unfadable loco bustin raps at a show
    Now you know, when I flow, that I roll
    On my own, and I hold it to the end when I flow like a river
    Lyrical I deliever body blows to the liver make quiver
    Cause I viscious and milscious like a demon
    Like Freddy got ya screamin cause I creeping when you’re dreamin
    Hear people yelling my name when I’m roamin where you dwell
    I’m evil like Kenvil casting lyrics like a spell
    You jingle like a bell cause you know I’m always with you
    You’re fruadgulant like Milli and Vanilli I dismiss you
    Now if you want to dance throw your hands up in the sky
    And if you want to battle can you handle fattal rhymes
    But if you never trip and you like them gangster hits
    Make it dark like an eclipse
    So clutch your fist and give a grin

  46. I’m unloading all my lryics
    I’m roamin through your hood like if I was a spirt
    Can you hear it, the sound of the cannon when it blows
    Like the Legend of ?Breaking The Woods? I’m the one who really knows
    All my foes out to get me but they miss me when they fire
    Now I’m all up on ya gotcha singin like the choir
    My desire is to rock, all the crowds I leave them shocked
    And you know that I don’t stop, cause I’m rising to the top
    Got my weapon ready, down to spit like a camel
    My mind is the clip and my lyrics by the ammo
    Like Enamle got you covered with no where to run
    The fat lady song, but the party just begun
    It ain’t over til I’m done, when I’m gone then I’m through
    I get wicked like a demon and I get sick like the flu
    R.I.P Mustafa Mustafa

  47. you know that official press release was posted in january right?? take a wild guess what month we’re in …

  48. Creepin up on your ass you won’t even see or hear me coming
    Be running I’m becoming some thing evil fuck people fuck sequals
    Got to get the murder done now, all I see is the fear in your eyes
    Your tempature rise, You’re terrorized
    Don’t be surprised, I see my reflection like a mirror in your eyes
    Every thing gots a price, but you got a price to pay
    I sold your life away, you stole a slice away
    Dealin with your life I took your strap, your price is right
    Could tonight be the night that I feel some thing come over me
    I don’t know what it is with a devilish grin
    Foes and friend and bloody sin
    Don’t know when it’s gonna end
    Just like a puppet on a string he’e controlin me
    I try to be cutting those string but like smokey he gots a hold on me

  49. We’re coming at you like horns my mother regrets I was born
    And I know you like it like porn treat the streets like hors leave em torn
    In drop my rhymes like the storm when it rains it pours
    I take form and I…
    Hit the streets looking all nice and neat top fully creased
    One hell of a looking beat the least of my feats from west to east
    From north and south not knowing what it’s all about top me on scout
    Looking for my new recruits to follow my foot steps down my route
    If you’re not in you’re out, to know what I’m feeling
    I’m beggin you to stay and if you wanna come play
    But if not your better pray cause I’m coming your way

  50. Krimes pays when ever the fuck I inflict pain with pick
    And I’m coming to stick you let satin be with you
    Nobody will probably miss you when I diss you
    If you want to fuck around with these two blad headed mothafuckas
    That’ll leave you in the mist when I clutch my fist
    I’m pist you missed Apocalypse, I can’t resist the bloodyness
    The mess ain’t over on Friday the 13th, I toldcha
    The Virgin Mary won’t hold, I’ll scoldcha and moldcha into a deamon screamin
    I’m leavin you sufferin wonderin why
    I have a tail a pair of horns and glowin eyes
    Baptisted in boiling water fuck the father I fucked his daughter
    I got her under my wing, it ain’t no thing now let the Devil sing

  51. Now I’m creepin through a war zone, in every single block
    I’m hearin gun shots and it’s all a murder plot
    They’re tryin to take me for my life, this Sicko can’t be nothin
    nice
    I got my finger on the trigger,ain’t no time for thinkin twice
    Now I’m dumpin out the clip and yo I’m aimin for the dome
    And I’m ready to make the cemetry your home
    You can bring who you want, but you’re f**kin wit the baddest
    It’s the Lil and the Youngstah, leave em R.I.P. status
    We be steppin and collectin all them bodies talkin shit
    Now it’s time to lead aggression with a f**kin Smith and Wesson
    When I’m f**kin wit the sickest it’s a deadly combination
    2 trigger happy gangstas with no clue or hesitation
    I’ma do my evil dirt and I’ma put in on my work
    All the way to the death from the mothaf**kin birth
    I’ma snatch your f**kin life and I’ma show you what it’s worth
    A 6 foot hole in a pile of dirt…Minutes later, an ambulance arrived, and Mustafa was pulled from the car, put on a gurney and taken away

  52. Now a toast to the ghost that be frozen
    Posin smile, how you like me now? You’ve been chosen
    To be the first in a hearse, that I kick a verse to
    Sit and reminse while you wonder how I cursed you
    Black magic, then you hear me laugh
    You’re headed for a ditch that be full of witch craft
    And then I kicked the truth, I know the truth hurts you
    My lady’s at the pad reading books on how to curse you
    And I be the boss of the land of the lost
    Bringin hell to that mothafucka nailed to the cross
    Lost, never could you find me, behind me
    Nothin but the past, take a glance to remind me
    What the naked truth is, show you what a fluke is
    Mothafuckas be wanna knowin if Evil_Loke know where the truths is
    Never, been a man of peace and never will be
    Best to find the lord if you ever said you’d kill me

  53. I’ve been sinnin ever since the beginnin
    Known for the wars and these morgues that I’ve been in
    Step wit the static your death is automatic
    You at it, on the neighborhood you got tatted
    Glad it’s only gonna take me a nickel
    To fill you with lead til I see your blood trickle
    The Sicko, what you might call me, you saw me
    But you keep quiet, you heard about the roits
    The evilest lyricst comin to diss all of you
    Death wanna kiss, remince and then follows you
    Rap Devil, still got the bow and arrow
    Now I got a shovel, your hoes get us in trouble
    Hopin that you’re ready but you live your life petty
    A knife to your belly then you get thrown like confetti
    Freddy said it right, tonight be the night
    But you run from the fight, it’s fatal when I strike
    I’m headed where your church is, burnin down your hearses
    Once you get the curse, unable to reverse

  54. You take a breath slowly, right before I show you
    Exactly where it is in my palm that I hold you
    I told you, time and time again it’s a shame
    When you’re six and you’re weak, all you keep is your name
    I remain to be the syko, stalkin wit the riffle
    Never could escape me, you love it cause you hate me
    Evil like the exorcist come and get next to this
    Murderous muderin, what you never heard of him
    Me myself and I, know it when you die
    Expect no respect, and expect no one to cry
    Could of been your momma, she got caught up in your drama
    And now you’re all alone with that hole up in your dome
    Funny how this mothafuckas that your run with
    And always gettin sprung with, and even run your tongue with
    The first to abandonned, leave that ass stranded
    A dose of reality is what your fate handed

  55. It’s your worst thought, your spot is now taken
    I’m tripping off some bomb shit, now wait a second
    Who’s stepping, tripping, yapping or disrespecting
    All you loud mouth motherfuckers feel the murder weapon
    Situation where the average man
    Dies with his eyes open and a gun in his hand
    Turn a man into a bitch, you will get hit
    On Highway 666 with broken bottle and sticks
    You kicked the bucket, me, Nights and Lil’ say fuck it
    Catch you in the shadows of your hood cuz we love it
    SD thugging, Southern Cali madness
    Valley of the damned where horrific shit happens
    Subtracting fools from your block, trick believe me
    You’ll be a headliner, missing like Chandra Levy

  56. I’m cursed by the spooky shit where blood likes to drip
    Where fools like to pack blades with garlic on the tip
    Pack a forty five, smoke fools for the fuck of it
    Watch a motherfucker beg, shoot him in the fucking head
    Why gives a shit, not me, watch em die
    The sky be getting lit but this ain’t Fourth of July
    Bitches that’ll yap take a nap with the sharks
    Meet us at the park, it gets crazy after dark
    I’ll crack your fucking dome, shut them eyes like a Jap
    Snap your fucking spine, best to not fuck with mine
    Highway triple-6 where your life’ll get stolen
    Rush a motherfucker if you feel the nuts swollen
    Come and take a chance where the devil likes to dance
    Have you ever seen a man piss up in his pants
    Cry like a baby, chances Slim just like Shady
    The last thing you see my fist clutch a three eighty

  57. There’s this Armenian rapper called Super Sako and he has this one song where the chorus or lyrics is something about a Louis Vuitton bag and a girl not appreciating a certain car and always wanting more. Does anyone have any idea where I could find the name of the song with the limited lyrics that I know of?

  58. [Super Sako]
    All of my rhymes fall , all of my days i trade , all of my dimes and all of my bad ways i fade , im killin the late nights cruisin but all you see is my brake lights and my hair blowin , you know were we goin , were at the club in the rear frontin , poppin dropin , if you found ur ex boyfriend , but i aint tryina hit nothing , yo though probably i was wider then bobby , but are you the whitney to get me , just hold me down and make me slow down and be twizy ,keep the ice out the club lights and hold hands , get i love wifey on my liscence plates , wait , make me thinkin about you even though your not around , in the bathroom putin the toilet seat back down, you told me yourself he was a buster and now your back with him , i took you in my arms knowin that you been with him , packin my bags running the streets and im low on my stacks , yo i stold you away from him and now im givin you back – Play Life Baby