Dre Dr lyrics
Dre Dr lyrics
"A Nigga Witta Gun Lyrics"
Moscas Lyrics
El otro dia me dijeron que las exitaba que revolcarce por mi cuerpo las alborotaba. Van a bajar por mi y me quieren llevar a no se que lugar muy lejos ya de aqui. Y voy a encadenar mi cama para que no me pase nada si me tiro por la ventana quizas me lleven en pomada. Las moscas ya me confesaron que les gusto tanto, que cada vez que en mi se paran tanto les encanto.
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
44 reason come to mind
Why you motherfuckin brothers' hard to find
He be walkin on the streets and fuckin with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
See I never take a step on a Compton block
or LA without the AK ready to pop
Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I thinks it's better to be retellin the facts than cuffed up
and jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin at? You goin
goddamn! Cos it's the city
and for you to survive a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin to prove
To their homies that they can hang by dealin with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
El otro dia me dijeron que las exitaba que revolcarce por mi cuerpo las alborotaba. Van a bajar por mi y me quieren llevar a no se que lugar muy lejos ya de aqui. Y voy a encadenar mi cama para que no me pase nada si me tiro por la ventana quizas me lleven en pomada. Las moscas ya me confesaron que les gusto tanto, que cada vez que en mi se paran tanto les encanto.
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
44 reason come to mind
Why you motherfuckin brothers' hard to find
He be walkin on the streets and fuckin with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
See I never take a step on a Compton block
or LA without the AK ready to pop
Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I thinks it's better to be retellin the facts than cuffed up
and jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin at? You goin
goddamn! Cos it's the city
and for you to survive a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin to prove
To their homies that they can hang by dealin with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
In An Old Dutch Garden, By An Old Dutch Mill Lyrics
Recorded by Hank Snow In an old Dutch garden by an old Dutch mill Where the moon was dreaming on a distant hill When a smile danced by it was then that I Saw heaven in a pair of wooden shoes In an old Dutch garden where the tulips grow That?s when first I whispered that I love you so For my heart was blue till I gave it to I never did time on a murder yet
Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet
Yo I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
D-R-E
A motherfucker who's known for carryin gats
and kick raps that make snaps
Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at
If you see me on the solo moves best believe that I'm strapped
4-4, .tre-8 or AK-47
Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
and lay a punk motherfucker flat
As he wonder what popped before he got popped
I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop
Now I know you und
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off but I ain't speakin about between the thighs
I'm talkin about cockin a gauge in between your eyes
That'll make you drop to your knees cos you realise
that a gat will make any nigga civilised
Old buster ass nigga talkin bullshit
Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that br
Real G so doubt it
I'm the one who's doin it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name's Dre Eastwood when I'm packin a gun
You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die youse a buster cos real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga yo
So now you know
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Recorded by Hank Snow In an old Dutch garden by an old Dutch mill Where the moon was dreaming on a distant hill When a smile danced by it was then that I Saw heaven in a pair of wooden shoes In an old Dutch garden where the tulips grow That?s when first I whispered that I love you so For my heart was blue till I gave it to
Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet
Yo I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
D-R-E
A motherfucker who's known for carryin gats
and kick raps that make snaps
Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at
If you see me on the solo moves best believe that I'm strapped
4-4, .tre-8 or AK-47
Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
and lay a punk motherfucker flat
As he wonder what popped before he got popped
I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop
Now I know you und
15 Feet Of Snow Lyrics
These day-ay-hays The sun ain't shinin' in my roo-oo-hoom At ni-i-hight I've been feelin' angry at the moo-oo-hoon Maybe I've been losin' my mi-hind But the things you hide so deep in your hear-heart Well I know I can fi-i-hi-ind I'll go-o-ho wherever your love light show-ow-hows Through fifteen feet of snow-ow-how If that's where I have to go-o-ho, oh-oh-hoh I loo-oo-hooked Into your eyes a
rstand my flow These day-ay-hays The sun ain't shinin' in my roo-oo-hoom At ni-i-hight I've been feelin' angry at the moo-oo-hoon Maybe I've been losin' my mi-hind But the things you hide so deep in your hear-heart Well I know I can fi-i-hi-ind I'll go-o-ho wherever your love light show-ow-hows Through fifteen feet of snow-ow-how If that's where I have to go-o-ho, oh-oh-hoh I loo-oo-hooked Into your eyes a
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off but I ain't speakin about between the thighs
I'm talkin about cockin a gauge in between your eyes
That'll make you drop to your knees cos you realise
that a gat will make any nigga civilised
Old buster ass nigga talkin bullshit
Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that br
Copper To Cash Lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ] Money, money, money, muthafuckin green Reach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna scream Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket And your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain't got it I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward Cause I ain't with bein broke and times are gettin hard I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for
eaks em off proper-ly [ VERSE 1 ] Money, money, money, muthafuckin green Reach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna scream Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket And your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain't got it I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward Cause I ain't with bein broke and times are gettin hard I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for
Real G so doubt it
I'm the one who's doin it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name's Dre Eastwood when I'm packin a gun
You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die youse a buster cos real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga yo
So now you know
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun