Enemy of the State
C Bo lyrics
C Bo lyrics
"Desperado Outlaws Lyrics"
Kinakeet Island Lyrics
Hang on Parade... Catching up again Where's the feeling we knew then (Whisper, my friend...) So we pick up, with empty cup In dreaming we thrive As we doze alone, and cradle stone Am I alive? ...And all is fine o
Hang on Parade... Catching up again Where's the feeling we knew then (Whisper, my friend...) So we pick up, with empty cup In dreaming we thrive As we doze alone, and cradle stone Am I alive? ...And all is fine o
Ballin in a 600SL
drop top with the fat V12
Money hella long smoke blunts not a bong
Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong
I be deadly as The Predator
My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya and behead ya
Pistol wieghs a tonne bullets come like a guillotine
Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene
Like morphine and heroin I'm the shit
Every dope fiend needs a hit
Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit
to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks
I'm the neighbourhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg
and Kane, I'
Horse Called Music Lyrics
High on a mountain in western Montana A silouette moves across a cinammon sky Riding along on a horse he calls Music With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him and how he would sing her sweet lullabye's but we dont ever ask him, and he never talk
m loc to the brain, got the afro High on a mountain in western Montana A silouette moves across a cinammon sky Riding along on a horse he calls Music With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him and how he would sing her sweet lullabye's but we dont ever ask him, and he never talk
padded, fully automatic decrease the statics
Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it
Chorus:
Desperado outlaws thru the dirt
Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work
Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets
Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat
*repeat*
Murder, murder, kill, kill
California's the state where most caps get peeled
back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher
Three strike law got us livin under pressure
Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline
Side of his spine I get to dumpin wi
Sexatise You Lyrics
It's friday night, the lights are low We're looking for a place to go With the play nearly right All night, every night Honey (dondo dondo) Then a voice in the distance grab a hold of you (who) Whispers boy i'm gonna sexatise you Don't ever let your private life, get in the way of your sexy
h the Tek 9 It's friday night, the lights are low We're looking for a place to go With the play nearly right All night, every night Honey (dondo dondo) Then a voice in the distance grab a hold of you (who) Whispers boy i'm gonna sexatise you Don't ever let your private life, get in the way of your sexy
Got his back smokin, crack that ass open
Bullet holes the size of a token
Got his ass chokin on piss and blood
Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh
Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess
I had that nappy-headed ass stretched
If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin
And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin
Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy
and they won't stop til you're pushin up daisies, uhh
Chorus
Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture
Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture
You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit
While You Loved Me Lyrics
If I ever write the story of my life Don't be surprised if you're where it begins Girl, I'd have to dedicate every line on every page To the memories we made, while you loved me (Chorus) I was born the day you kissed me And I died inside the night you left me But I lived, oh how I lived
my locs on
Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on
.4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin
Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman
Bates, no trace, no murder case
Innocent like OJ
House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters
Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper
Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen
Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don't bend
Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick
and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced
Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap
Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies
Chorus
If I ever write the story of my life Don't be surprised if you're where it begins Girl, I'd have to dedicate every line on every page To the memories we made, while you loved me (Chorus) I was born the day you kissed me And I died inside the night you left me But I lived, oh how I lived
my locs on
Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on
.4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin
Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman
Bates, no trace, no murder case
Innocent like OJ
House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters
Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper
Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen
Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don't bend
Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick
and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced
Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap
Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies
Chorus