UNLV Lyrics
UNLV Lyrics
"Low Down & Dirty Lyrics"
Dont Forget The Bass Lyrics
[Verse 1] I'm ready for action, packing provisions of visions Verbally, every word will be enhanced With the bass that'll put you in a trance Some dance, come take a chance Del won't do you wrong I've been in the rap game too long to falter I rock like Gibraltar Make you kneel to the butt like an altar We move to prove that this is improved, when you're at-water Caught em with vibration that soothes your back like massages Before
[Verse 1] I'm ready for action, packing provisions of visions Verbally, every word will be enhanced With the bass that'll put you in a trance Some dance, come take a chance Del won't do you wrong I've been in the rap game too long to falter I rock like Gibraltar Make you kneel to the butt like an altar We move to prove that this is improved, when you're at-water Caught em with vibration that soothes your back like massages Before
Verse One: {Lil' Ya}
Goin' for it all I want to ball fall
So give me some chip's, I got's a
Motherfuckin' nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like before once again
I'm on the come up bro.
Called Yella out his house
Man, we got money to make
Scooped Tec off Infaret
Then we make shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo Yae, give me yo ring's
And yo Boulevard watch, why you at take that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo Jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck, Boo-Koo
Bullets, at yo motherfuckin' dome,
Bitch, you should have kn
Roadhouse Blues (Live At Madison Square Garden, New York, 1970) Lyrics
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse, gonna have a real good time. Yeah, the back of the roadhouse, they got some bungalows Yeah, the back of the roadhouse, they got some bungalows And that's for the people who like to go down slow. Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll all nigh
ew you couldn't run from the chromeKeep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse, gonna have a real good time. Yeah, the back of the roadhouse, they got some bungalows Yeah, the back of the roadhouse, they got some bungalows And that's for the people who like to go down slow. Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll all nigh
Chorus:
It's best ya scram cuz I'm a champion
I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
I'm gettin' low down and dirty with the dirty thirty
Ya see I'm in yo neighbored hood and my nose dirty
{2x}
Verse Two: {Tec-9}
We be dumpin' on corner's like
Nigga what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they grip tight
Everybody know I'm a fool on the come up move
My baby boy need's new shoes
So what the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic M-11 nigga
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to fuck with
Graduated from slangin' Yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm givin'
AK's, Two Twenty Three's, Momma still livin'
Momma tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five called to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man before my time
Congratulations, oh baby I'm back again I'm loaded down with my god and my medicine I know wisdom is change So why can't you function that way Here I am flaunting my self control 'Cause happiness is more than a kiss you know I'm activating all your promises once again And pushing forth dear with the rage of my reverence We could close our eyes And recklessly run on through Any space and time That we choose
To pay bill's and still make mine
Now I'm caught up in that game livin' day for day
I got reason's to leave and reason's to stay
To see the finer thing's in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down
But all these dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got? could it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with nigga's
Who don't give a fuck and carry chopper's
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the come up
Label me Black Connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
Cuz I see the PO-PO's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga down
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you takin' mine
Lyin' think and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell
Ghetto Queen Lyrics
Crucial Conflict come out and play hey come on Crucial Conflict Kelly and Rockland collabo' Funny faces is all I see At my place you on top of me Playin' strip poker sippin' Cristi' I grip your shoulders you sqeeze the sheets I'm admirin' your heart shaped booty Nothin' in your oven baby feed me now Who's is this who's is this who's is this Who's is this who's is this who's is this My ghetto queen 1 - You're my ghetto
me what ya wanna do cuzCrucial Conflict come out and play hey come on Crucial Conflict Kelly and Rockland collabo' Funny faces is all I see At my place you on top of me Playin' strip poker sippin' Cristi' I grip your shoulders you sqeeze the sheets I'm admirin' your heart shaped booty Nothin' in your oven baby feed me now Who's is this who's is this who's is this Who's is this who's is this who's is this My ghetto queen 1 - You're my ghetto
I'm dumpin' on 'em! Bitch!
Third Verse: {Yella Boy}
I'm loaded got my double shot now
It's time to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna make
Everybody drop the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the floor
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the Ca§h in a glass trash bag stash
I count's the coke and out the back
I made a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed Uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus station
No question's ask I call my dog
Let's take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city blue's
Ya Bitch!
Chorus {Till the end}