Nappy Roots lyrics
Nappy Roots lyrics
"No Good lyrics"
Pimp Slapp'd lyrics
[DJ E-Z Dick] W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg [Snoop Dogg] A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip I'm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick And just bec
[DJ E-Z Dick] W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg [Snoop Dogg] A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip I'm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick And just bec
[B Stille]
Yooooo!
I said Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
This for my country thug street yeagas!
You know we gon'
[Hook]
Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
[Verse 1]
[Skinny Deville]
My yeaga lookin like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a blunt
Erything tig
Experiment In Terror lyrics
Violence has its price and I'll pay 'til you dieIn your blood I will see the revenge of my lifeGet up early if you are another man's life or moneyThe sleeping wolf will seldom make a kill or a warrior, win lying downViolence has its price and I'll pay 'til you dieIn your screams I'll satisfy the revenge for your crimesGet up early...Into the room I line up the blades I dominateht, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed South
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, hold it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2]
[B Stille]
We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who seperate the real from lames
Yeaga B Stille's his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and Fane
Look how far Louisville's done came!
Now
I like my pockets fat
And my weed green
And my liquor brown
And my hens clean
With they panties down
And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin
Check, check
My mic vocals, is like choke-holds
Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe again
I'm from a place where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang, unchanged
We sendin' slugs through ya brain
(Fuck what you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the sane
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2]
[Fish Scales]
A cool cat, with a pimp hat
Cup fulla Gin-
Dreaded out, throwin up deuces
When I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a Optimo
Keep the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so clean
Yo honey actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out
Country boy with country game
Never spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his pappy
[Hook until end]
Violence has its price and I'll pay 'til you dieIn your blood I will see the revenge of my lifeGet up early if you are another man's life or moneyThe sleeping wolf will seldom make a kill or a warrior, win lying downViolence has its price and I'll pay 'til you dieIn your screams I'll satisfy the revenge for your crimesGet up early...Into the room I line up the blades I dominate
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed South
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, hold it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2]
[B Stille]
We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who seperate the real from lames
Yeaga B Stille's his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and Fane
Look how far Louisville's done came!
Now
Men In Helicopters lyrics
Wouldn't it be greatto see the African plainsbefore they lay them to wasteand only the bones remainWouldn't it be poetryto shoot holes in the poachers we seewith an elephant gunMen in helicopters flyshooting rhinos from out of the skyWhy do we always assumethe planet is ours to ruin?what a legacy we're leaving behindwhat a legacyWouldn't it be somethi
break it downWouldn't it be greatto see the African plainsbefore they lay them to wasteand only the bones remainWouldn't it be poetryto shoot holes in the poachers we seewith an elephant gunMen in helicopters flyshooting rhinos from out of the skyWhy do we always assumethe planet is ours to ruin?what a legacy we're leaving behindwhat a legacyWouldn't it be somethi
I like my pockets fat
And my weed green
And my liquor brown
And my hens clean
With they panties down
And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin
Check, check
My mic vocals, is like choke-holds
Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe again
I'm from a place where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang, unchanged
We sendin' slugs through ya brain
(Fuck what you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the sane
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2]
[Fish Scales]
A cool cat, with a pimp hat
Cup fulla Gin-
Bye Bye Love lyrics
CHORUS Bye bye love Bye bye happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye bye love Bye bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die Bye bye my love, goodbye There goes my baby With someone new She sure looks happy I sure am blue She was my baby Till he stepped in Goodbye to romance That might have been CHORUS I'm through with romance I'm through with love I'm
JackCHORUS Bye bye love Bye bye happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye bye love Bye bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die Bye bye my love, goodbye There goes my baby With someone new She sure looks happy I sure am blue She was my baby Till he stepped in Goodbye to romance That might have been CHORUS I'm through with romance I'm through with love I'm
Dreaded out, throwin up deuces
When I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a Optimo
Keep the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so clean
Yo honey actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out
Country boy with country game
Never spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his pappy
[Hook until end]