Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz Lyrics
Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz Lyrics
"Chynalude Lyrics"
Go No More A-Roving Lyrics
Words by Lord Byron (1788-1824) Music by Leonard Cohen So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must
Words by Lord Byron (1788-1824) Music by Leonard Cohen So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must
[Lil Bo - Talking]
Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers
On this here album right
But this motherfucker bout over and uh
Time for me to get the hell on
Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up
In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio
Working hard on this motherfucking album
{*Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in*}
What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio
Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker
We got Tim over there fucking up shit
Ha, ha, but like
Pool Song Lyrics
when i was young tucked in the bed just like a dream you crept into my head they're always looking for something they're always waiting close where have you gone out there alone returned the calls we sent letters from home they're always looking for so
I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayinwhen i was young tucked in the bed just like a dream you crept into my head they're always looking for something they're always waiting close where have you gone out there alone returned the calls we sent letters from home they're always looking for so
Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker
It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together
Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte
And who knows what else to motherfucking expect
From the motherfucking BME ya little Biatch
(Chorus) x2
[Chyna Whyte]
It's one time for my soldiers on the front line
Strapped with AKs, and car bombs
With K-nine blood lines
It's one time for my killers on the front line
Strapped P-nines and semi-autos
Actin like it's no tomorrow
[Chyna Whyte]
To surviv
Through The Eye Of Terror Lyrics
Humanity prevails, through the eye of terror A twisted reality - mutilated eternally Here now you shall stay to grow in strength return some day To seek revenge on human prey, mutilated as your mind decays Choas god took your soul, your destiny they control Warp your foom
in this world makes me a soldierHumanity prevails, through the eye of terror A twisted reality - mutilated eternally Here now you shall stay to grow in strength return some day To seek revenge on human prey, mutilated as your mind decays Choas god took your soul, your destiny they control Warp your foom
Cause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder
Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years
Now I shed tears, nigga, I ain't happy here
Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain
When I come down I'll still be left with the strain
So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry
And I don't give a fuck why
Nigga I was born to die
In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi
Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me
Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa
Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter
Sha-sha click, cock it, rock
Christmas Is All In The Heart Lyrics
In a one bedroom apartment on the humble side of town There stands a little Christmas tree, looks a lot like Charlie Brown's And underneath there's one little gift for him and one little gift for her After six months on the new job, they're still barely getting by So in the way of deco
tIn a one bedroom apartment on the humble side of town There stands a little Christmas tree, looks a lot like Charlie Brown's And underneath there's one little gift for him and one little gift for her After six months on the new job, they're still barely getting by So in the way of deco
Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin
Nuttin but motherfucking nines and
Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump
Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump
Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial
Deadly like disease venereal
Game as be RD imperial
Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know
Ain't no log when that fo'-fo'
Ejaculate up in your fo' door
Bitch die slow, lyrical calico
Purple tablets I flow
None want war, Gambino
Emptyin clips, I rips
Motevl I flips
Words comin off the lips like Teflon's hips
IT'S ONE TIME!