Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
"Refuce 2 Looze (featuring D-Dubb) Lyrics"
All The Young Dudes Lyrics
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide How he kick it in the head when he reached twenty-five Speed jive don't want to stay alive When you're twenty-five And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freedy's got spots from ripping off
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide How he kick it in the head when he reached twenty-five Speed jive don't want to stay alive When you're twenty-five And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freedy's got spots from ripping off
Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x
I re-fuse to lose
Fuck them 22's
I got an AP 10 and a throwaway Tech 9
So you know you can't fuck with mine
(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
Talking about
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the fuck you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the
Dust You Down Lyrics
Now re. the situation I think I see it right Was it just imagination When everything seemed bright You can say that I'm mistaken Or just stepping out of line But all I'm trying to tell you This is just a waste of time Now I am like my f
chronics got me goneNow re. the situation I think I see it right Was it just imagination When everything seemed bright You can say that I'm mistaken Or just stepping out of line But all I'm trying to tell you This is just a waste of time Now I am like my f
Nigga it's on
On 'til the slugs come out
(D-Dub)
At night I do my murder red rum so tight
(Lynch)
I'ts the third strike nigga
So now I'm aiming up at your dome
'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm like Richard Chase, mixed with Al Capone
If you want some ripgut shit nigga
Yeah, I got it sewn
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga th
Good Lyrics
Now everyone's singing How baby's in black She got Holy Rocker Mad Dog he called Ronnie Say here come old flat top Come moving up slowly And she got a smile I can feel in my hip pocket And I cry, I cry, I cry Yes I sigh Well it'
at gots tefs in his nineNow everyone's singing How baby's in black She got Holy Rocker Mad Dog he called Ronnie Say here come old flat top Come moving up slowly And she got a smile I can feel in my hip pocket And I cry, I cry, I cry Yes I sigh Well it'
So head to the East side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga
Chorus 4x
(Verse2)
Nigga, it's that-Sac of Indo-Killafornia State of mind
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend corners
In a Chev 69
Wire rims
You can't see
With their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart beenie
I'm like Genie
As I swoop through the hood and get up to no good
And I wish you would
Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks
And empty backs out, so I max out
You take the lady...I'll take the lesson I can't say that anyone's...Doin' me wrong Cause I allways knew....That the girl had a weakness For whistlers and jugglers....and singers of songs Now she was a child...Back when I first met her And the woma
More smoke than chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, there's always a roach
Hit the left lane in case one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and some '89 tags
17 in the clip of my, auto mag
I'ts sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black
leather sack, and throw me over their back
But fuck that
Why you think I got extended clips
'Cause I'm so high, most of the time
I just can't miss, nigga
Chorus 4x