CamRon lyrics
CamRon lyrics
"Come Kill Me Lyrics"
Theme From Hi Tek Lyrics
Talib Kweli-Verse 1 Like, oh my God, what do we have here? My man is on fire like the Ohio Players Throw yo' hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with me
Talib Kweli-Verse 1 Like, oh my God, what do we have here? My man is on fire like the Ohio Players Throw yo' hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with me
[skit]
Yo Weez wasup man
Yo word man, you hear them niggas man,
them niggas is pussy man, word man
What happened? What happened?
Yo them niggas is dead man, we gon kill them niggas man
T-Today, I...
Straight like that today man
We gon murder them niggas man
Assed out man
I heard they do they thing though
Son don't worry about that man, we gon do our thing nigga
Yeah I'm feelin that let's go kill them
That Home Above Lyrics
Oh the home above (oh the home above) so far away (so far away) That's where we pray (As ) we'll live someday (we'll ) In the home above (in ) beyond the starlight sky (beyond) Where the soul of man (where) will nev
niggas manOh the home above (oh the home above) so far away (so far away) That's where we pray (As ) we'll live someday (we'll ) In the home above (in ) beyond the starlight sky (beyond) Where the soul of man (where) will nev
No doubt
[HOOK:]
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
Yo check it out now, uh, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Yo subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court
Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon, Gin the court
It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted
When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it
So, chain danglers, ar
Long Island Wilding Lyrics
Artist: De La Soul f Kan Takagi, Scha Dara Parr [Intro] get into groove now, something like givin' into my own shit, now could a drummer have some y'all could a drummer have some more
e in dangerArtist: De La Soul f Kan Takagi, Scha Dara Parr [Intro] get into groove now, something like givin' into my own shit, now could a drummer have some y'all could a drummer have some more
When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later
Boss bitch though, goin out like Tomb Raider
Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised him
He speak Eboni-, me and my goddaughter C-Hanni
Come through with the mean Tommy, ask you if you seen mommy
And she three feet behind me
Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gahndi
Me and G O D, from C O C, like got dough C O D
A S A P, A S A P
Play me, you crazy, and
Run For Your Life (lennon/mccartney) Lyrics
Well i'd rather see you dead, little girl Than to be with another man You better keep your head, little girl Of i won't know where i am You better run for your life if you can, little girl H
your mother ass fatWell i'd rather see you dead, little girl Than to be with another man You better keep your head, little girl Of i won't know where i am You better run for your life if you can, little girl H
So I laid her on her stomach bust your brothers on her back
Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist
Make me more devilish, me and my whores never kiss
Though, motherfucker we was prone to die
Just my green top, yo we own inside, motherfucker
[HOOK:]
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball till we fall, gon ride in the fi