Straight Outta Ca$hville
Young Buck lyrics
Young Buck lyrics
"Welcome To The South Lyrics"
Capodanno danno Lyrics
Otto ore di preparativi di cui sei passate in bagno, borotalco e mezzo litro d'acqua di cologna, boxer rossi, calze di cotone, mi sono profumato anche il ca...vallo del pantalone! ..sono in preparazione per il party di stasera, pulito stile saponiera, in forma come Rivera, mia madre spera ""..oh..nel bagno sei cascato!"" ..h arrivato il parentato! Sono preoccupato, anzi terrorizzato speriamo che non l'abbiano portato! ""..ciao bastardi!""....me tapino!...destino assassino!..h arrivato anche mio
Otto ore di preparativi di cui sei passate in bagno, borotalco e mezzo litro d'acqua di cologna, boxer rossi, calze di cotone, mi sono profumato anche il ca...vallo del pantalone! ..sono in preparazione per il party di stasera, pulito stile saponiera, in forma come Rivera, mia madre spera ""..oh..nel bagno sei cascato!"" ..h arrivato il parentato! Sono preoccupato, anzi terrorizzato speriamo che non l'abbiano portato! ""..ciao bastardi!""....me tapino!...destino assassino!..h arrivato anche mio
[Intro-Young Buck]
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
[Chorus-Young Buck]
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
[Verse one-Young Buck]
Working This Wood Wheel, Ya'll Don't Know How Good It Feel
Just Come To Cashville, Ya'll Gon See How Hood It Is
We In The Projects, Cookin' Chikens In The Kitchen
We Goto Prison, But Get Out And Go Back To Get In It
Your Hood Ain't No Harder Than Mine, Bitch, We All Thuggin'
We Fight In Clubs, Hit The Parkin Lot, And Start Bustin'
I Know I'm Country, I Cant Help It I'm From Tennessee
I'm Throwin' Up This Hennisey, Blowin Up My Enemies
Ya'll Niggas Remember Me? Not Because The Bird's Tennekee
But Young Buck Been A G', I Give A Fuck Who You Be Boy
I Want In On Everything, A Dime Bag, If So Come See Me For It
To Be A Star, All You Need Is A Pyrex Jar
Some Soldiers, And Some Baking Soda, You Can Buy That Car
[Chorus-Young Buck]
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
[Verse two-David Banner]
I Swear On The Soul's Of My Dead Cousin's
I Ain't Bussin, Man I'm Commin Ak 40's Bussin',
7's And Mack 11's
I Told 'Em All I Ain't No Hoe
But Niggas Don't Listen Till You Kick A Nigga,
Smack Him With That Callico
I'm Tryin To Stay In Gods Plan
But I Had ta Show These Faggots That Your Fuckin With A Man, Ya Bitch!
I Left Them Niggas Needin'Path
And Ya'll Probly Won't Live To S
The Way We Were / Try to Remember Lyrics
Thanks to delfi4110@aol.com for these lyrics. Gladys Knight and The Pips Jammin' To The 70's Hey you know everybody's talkin' about the good old days Everybody the good old days The good old days Well, let's talk about the good old days Come to think about it As bad as we think they are These will become the good old days of our children Why don't we try to remember The kind of September When li
ee This Weekend, Thanks to delfi4110@aol.com for these lyrics. Gladys Knight and The Pips Jammin' To The 70's Hey you know everybody's talkin' about the good old days Everybody the good old days The good old days Well, let's talk about the good old days Come to think about it As bad as we think they are These will become the good old days of our children Why don't we try to remember The kind of September When li
Gotta Go, Gotta Go, Fuckin Mash Out
I Hit The Dro' A Lil More And Then I Pass Out
Crashin' The H2, Bitches I Hate You
Now U Keep Talkin Shit, I Kidnap And Ducktape You
Let Them Faggots Rape You
Then It's Back To Mississippi, If Ya Boys Want Revenge
Tell Them Bitches Come And Get Me
Cuz I Was Born In This Bitch To Die
I'm In Queens, In Your 'Lac, With Your Bitch, Gettin' High
[Chorus-Young Buck]
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
[Verse three-Lil Flip]
I'm The King, It Ain't No Mystery, So Fuck Ya'll Niggas Dissin' Me
I'm Goin' Down In History, I'm Leavin' With A Victory
Yo' Baby Momma Kissin' Me, Talkin' 'Bout She Missin' Me
Since I'm A Star, When I Hit The Door, They Never Frisk
Estelle Lyrics
I was painting a still life this morning Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy Of Tropic of Cancer The only thing weird about it Is that a year ago, I never thought I'd paint anything again I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again It didn't bother me too much Warhol's dead, David Hockney's still alive I don't need to paint I painted over ten thousand paintings Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones
in' MeI was painting a still life this morning Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy Of Tropic of Cancer The only thing weird about it Is that a year ago, I never thought I'd paint anything again I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again It didn't bother me too much Warhol's dead, David Hockney's still alive I don't need to paint I painted over ten thousand paintings Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones
Cuz I Pack A Pack A Pound, Just Ask Around, Like 50 "I'll Back You Down"
Run To Ya' Crib And Snach Ya' Pounds, Everybody On The Ground
You Know My Niggas Hold Me Down, What Goes Around Comes Around
I Represent H-Town, Still Run The Underground
With Bricks On The Greyhound, Spree's On My Escalade
I'm Glad I Made It Out The Game, It Gotta Be A Better Way
Now We Gettin' Cheeda', Now We On Another Level
It's Clover G And G-Unit, Young Buck, Shut 'Em Down
[Chorus-Young Buck]
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South