Boyz N Da Hood Lyrics
Boyz N Da Hood Lyrics
"Trap Niggaz Lyrics"
Make Love to Me Lyrics
Take me in your arms and never let me go Whisper to me softly while the moon is low Hold me close and tell me what I wanna know Say it to me gently, let the sweet talk flow Come a little closer, make love to me Kiss me once again before we say goodnight Take me in you
Take me in your arms and never let me go Whisper to me softly while the moon is low Hold me close and tell me what I wanna know Say it to me gently, let the sweet talk flow Come a little closer, make love to me Kiss me once again before we say goodnight Take me in you
[Chorus: Young Jeezy] + (Jody Breeze)
Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)
Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)
[Jody Breeze] + (Young Jeezy)
Waves Crashing Lyrics
Goodnight boat To your sweet powders Nothing can stop her now Goodbye angel Your sweet reflection Water that swallows me down The waves crashing all over my body Like a wave crashin' down Goodnight ocean Been swimmin' forever Eventually you're worn
Goodnight boat To your sweet powders Nothing can stop her now Goodbye angel Your sweet reflection Water that swallows me down The waves crashing all over my body Like a wave crashin' down Goodnight ocean Been swimmin' forever Eventually you're worn
Well first of all, I'm that nigga that's moving that work for y'all
I'm the one you call who got it all, X, dro, par, salt
I gotta get it now nigga and don't count on cost
Cause the way I'm feelin nigga, I wanna take it all
(Fa Real Shawty) What Up Nigga? (Pump your breaks, slow your roll dude)
What? (If you want the real money, you gotta lose the attitude
Nigga, what type of shit is you on
Don't be talkin all god damn reckless on my phone)
Well I'm just saying though, I'm just telling you what I stand for
We both grown men so just gimme what I ask for
I nev
Sweet Summer Lyrics
He had a freezer full of otter pops Push ups, drum sticks and dreamsicles And a paint chipped change box Full of sticky quarters, dimes and nickles It was automatic when we heard that song Run home and get your money before he's gone Lookin' underneath the Chrysler, in
r asked your ass for a half ofHe had a freezer full of otter pops Push ups, drum sticks and dreamsicles And a paint chipped change box Full of sticky quarters, dimes and nickles It was automatic when we heard that song Run home and get your money before he's gone Lookin' underneath the Chrysler, in
Nothing, cause I already have what they ask for
(Your mouth too fly dawg, Plus your numbers too high dawg
So why even try dawg, I'm getting money, you just getting by dawg)
Whatchu mean nigga? I fuck hoes too
My niggaz bringing them bummas in truck loads too
Yea, I ain't but 19 nigga but I'm no joke
Ain't nann no nigga try to fuck me cause I know coke
(Believe that bullshit if you wanna
Word boy, I shot at em and they hotter than a sauna
And watch your tone, we gonna be heard
And one more thing, don't ever use that c-word)
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Get Down Lyrics
Artist: Biz Markie Album: Weekend Warrior Song: Get Down Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown... [Verse One] Now that Biz Mark's inside the joint Guaranteed to rock and always prove a point Doin what I do cause it gotta be done About the Prince of Boogie and th
y, come on man, I'm from the West SideArtist: Biz Markie Album: Weekend Warrior Song: Get Down Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown... [Verse One] Now that Biz Mark's inside the joint Guaranteed to rock and always prove a point Doin what I do cause it gotta be done About the Prince of Boogie and th
I think you already know that we on it man
We getting dough boy, we moving blow boy
And we's hotter than the stove in 94 boy
(Ay, that might be true
But I ain't worried bout them, I'm trying to help you
It ain't about whose damn bread is longest
It's about who can stay out on these streets the longest
Ay, cause one slip and you outta here
Won't be back til them damn Duck Dodgers years)
I tell you what? Gimme what you think I outta have
Watch how I have them fiends asking for your autograph
[Chorus]