Akinyele Lyrics
Akinyele Lyrics
"Messing With My Cru Lyrics"
Everything is Fair Lyrics
chorus (George Clinton from Funkadelic's "Let's Take It to the People"): "Everthing is fair when you're livin in the city"(8X) Q-Tip: Lookin at Miss Lane, it was the fast lane Barely knows her name, struck by fame She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make en
chorus (George Clinton from Funkadelic's "Let's Take It to the People"): "Everthing is fair when you're livin in the city"(8X) Q-Tip: Lookin at Miss Lane, it was the fast lane Barely knows her name, struck by fame She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make en
(Alisha Hill) - Hook
Messing with my cru (2x)
We will kill you (2x)
You don't have a fucking clue (clue)
What we came to do (2x)
You don't have a fucking clue
What we came to do (2x)
(Akinyele)
Ha I roll on your doo like bamboo
Man listen
Ak-nel stay in condition
Like shampoo
There aint a man who
Can handle
Once I back slap you
Or clap you
Bullets in your skin like a tatoo
Now back to
Reality
You aint as bad as me
I get down
For my clan
Till they call me your magesty
Nigga fat as me
Still fuck with strategy
My dick stuck way up where her blatter be
But that don't matter see
I'll serve your ass
Always, Always Lyrics
Duet by Dolly Parton and Porter Wagoner Writer Joyce McCord Copyright 1969 Darling, will you love me forever Always, always Will you keeps these vows we mad together Always, always Will your love be as strong if my dreams will go wrong Always, always Darling, will you stay with me forever Always, always like Andre Agassi
Fuck tennis
You dealing with a straight menace
Wailing on your ass like Venice
Well uh
Got it sewn like a tailor
Float like a sailor
Truck like a trailor
Scope with the (?)
All the above I've done the like Austrailia
Straight bailing you out
One call from jail
Aiming you out like Master P
That's what we be a about
I got ammunition
For those dissing
This aint R&B
That;s why I'm skipping
All that rip shit
I land one
With the hand gun
You could go ask Charles
And he'll tell you
I'm the motherfucking man son
My gun had bust many mans
watch many mans
Get swept off there feet like dust pans
Messing with us man
Hook
(Akinyele)
Ha I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness
My foot will lay you down to rest
And bless you with that Russell Simmons saint
And say thanks for coming out and God bless
Bow fuck that bullet proof vest
I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest
It's the Ak-nel
You know I rock well
I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells
Who the hell
Want to touck this veteran
Murder is the medicine
Fine I'll stop the peddaling
Bullet in your brain
Leave your head in pain
On the ground you'll be laying
Reaching for exceteran ceteran ceteran
But fuck that headac
You headed for a wake
I through the gun in the lake
So they don't see me upstate
Now they don't have a clue and shit
Around the way
I see your name
Written on the walls
Like rest in peace in you and shit
Your crew they aint doing shit
Your mom's talking about the city had you suing it
I got the name Michael inbreded on the mack 11
they send punk niggas on the highway to heaven
You want to see God hit you with about seven
You want to see God hit you with about seven
Like you shop in Pensylvania your blood straight redden
Get it redden Pensylvania
You want to shoot a fear one
I might swing my hands like Macarena
Hook 2x
Duet by Dolly Parton and Porter Wagoner Writer Joyce McCord Copyright 1969 Darling, will you love me forever Always, always Will you keeps these vows we mad together Always, always Will your love be as strong if my dreams will go wrong Always, always Darling, will you stay with me forever Always, always
Fuck tennis
You dealing with a straight menace
Wailing on your ass like Venice
Well uh
Got it sewn like a tailor
Float like a sailor
Truck like a trailor
Scope with the (?)
All the above I've done the like Austrailia
Straight bailing you out
One call from jail
Aiming you out like Master P
That's what we be a about
I got ammunition
For those dissing
This aint R&B
That;s why I'm skipping
All that rip shit
I land one
With the hand gun
You could go ask Charles
And he'll tell you
I'm the motherfucking man son
My gun had bust many mans
watch many mans
Get swept off there feet like dust pans
Goldilocks Sometime Lyrics
Smiling a painted smile for awhile Ragidy Ann and I walk along Under the painted sky Funny how time is flying Alice in Wonderland Would you minds If I just hold your hand for awhile Maybe you'll understand when I say Hello Cinderella I believe their playing our song It certainly has been lovely But
ou get touched manSmiling a painted smile for awhile Ragidy Ann and I walk along Under the painted sky Funny how time is flying Alice in Wonderland Would you minds If I just hold your hand for awhile Maybe you'll understand when I say Hello Cinderella I believe their playing our song It certainly has been lovely But
Messing with us man
Hook
(Akinyele)
Ha I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness
My foot will lay you down to rest
And bless you with that Russell Simmons saint
And say thanks for coming out and God bless
Bow fuck that bullet proof vest
I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest
It's the Ak-nel
You know I rock well
I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells
Who the hell
Want to touck this veteran
Murder is the medicine
Fine I'll stop the peddaling
Bullet in your brain
Leave your head in pain
On the ground you'll be laying
Reaching for exceteran ceteran ceteran
But fuck that headac
I'll be your Fool Lyrics
I'll be your fool. I'll be your lovin' loser, I'll be your ridicule I'll be the one you make fun of When all your plans fall through. Because you shure need a fool I'm not alone. I've seen the one's you run to I've known the ones you've known I've seen the ones you come to When you leave your happy home No, I'm no
heI'll be your fool. I'll be your lovin' loser, I'll be your ridicule I'll be the one you make fun of When all your plans fall through. Because you shure need a fool I'm not alone. I've seen the one's you run to I've known the ones you've known I've seen the ones you come to When you leave your happy home No, I'm no
You headed for a wake
I through the gun in the lake
So they don't see me upstate
Now they don't have a clue and shit
Around the way
I see your name
Written on the walls
Like rest in peace in you and shit
Your crew they aint doing shit
Your mom's talking about the city had you suing it
I got the name Michael inbreded on the mack 11
they send punk niggas on the highway to heaven
You want to see God hit you with about seven
You want to see God hit you with about seven
Like you shop in Pensylvania your blood straight redden
Get it redden Pensylvania
You want to shoot a fear one
I might swing my hands like Macarena
Hook 2x