Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz Lyrics
Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz Lyrics
"Bia' Bia' 2 Lyrics"
Tear it up Lyrics
[B.G.] Baby gangsta got an A.K. With 50 shots for that ass We play it raw on V.L. If you lame you can't last No hesitation in my trigga finga is to blast Any false move will leave a nigga on their back Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash I'm a nigga that's on the grind
[B.G.] Baby gangsta got an A.K. With 50 shots for that ass We play it raw on V.L. If you lame you can't last No hesitation in my trigga finga is to blast Any false move will leave a nigga on their back Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash I'm a nigga that's on the grind
[Hook x2]
Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' a
What's a Good Ol' Boy to Do Lyrics
She took my cowboy boots and my fishin' gear, My George Jones CD's and my case of beer. She left a little note up on the table sayin' we were through. Hey mister, you tell me, what's a good ol' boy to do? I had a cherry red pick up, '75. Last time I saw it, it was headin' out the drive. Her hair was blowin' in the wind, I think
t nigga, what chu' lookin' at niggaShe took my cowboy boots and my fishin' gear, My George Jones CD's and my case of beer. She left a little note up on the table sayin' we were through. Hey mister, you tell me, what's a good ol' boy to do? I had a cherry red pick up, '75. Last time I saw it, it was headin' out the drive. Her hair was blowin' in the wind, I think
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)
Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
[Hook x2]
[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
Stay In My Lonely Arms Lyrics
(Brian Holland-Lamont Dozier-Edward Holland, Jr.) Why don't you stay in my, my lonely arms Darling, stay in my, my lonely arms. You are so thrilling and my arms, ooo, are so willing I can't help revealing the way I'm feeling I need it so Stay in my lonely arms Darling, stay, stay in my, in my lonely arms. Hold
ou just a weak motherfucker, so insecure(Brian Holland-Lamont Dozier-Edward Holland, Jr.) Why don't you stay in my, my lonely arms Darling, stay in my, my lonely arms. You are so thrilling and my arms, ooo, are so willing I can't help revealing the way I'm feeling I need it so Stay in my lonely arms Darling, stay, stay in my, in my lonely arms. Hold
How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie
Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly
You just a...
[Hook x2]
[Chyna Whyte]
Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up this whole block, that's what this be about
Niggas livin lawless,
Scorned Heroine Lyrics
Hidden in vaporous shadows the castle arises, Guarded by winds a glance of beauty, But malice lurking behind, Where the countess gracefully lies. Blessed by a velvet skin with ebony hair, Cheeks like fresh snow, so white. Gliding through the forest by innocence lead, Being observed by a glimpsing satanic sight. While tr
niggas labeled hardestHidden in vaporous shadows the castle arises, Guarded by winds a glance of beauty, But malice lurking behind, Where the countess gracefully lies. Blessed by a velvet skin with ebony hair, Cheeks like fresh snow, so white. Gliding through the forest by innocence lead, Being observed by a glimpsing satanic sight. While tr
Gonna see who's life is shortest
Regaurdless this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my harvest
I'm starvin' livin a life of ballin'
Im still tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine
Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
Maintain my burrow
I represent the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm reachin' for a new height
Nothin' but love and we glued tight
Played and renew sight
Hustlin' for food type
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte
[Hook x2]