Geto Boys Lyrics
Geto Boys Lyrics
"1 2 The 3 Lyrics"
What Brothers Do Lyrics
He said, Hi my name is Timmy and I'm pushin' five years old I can count to this many, then I'll have to use my toes I sure am glad to meet ya Let me show you stuff that only big boys know Now, nickels might be bigger but dimes are worth the most Santa's always in the mall, but he lives at the North Pole Kid stick with me and you'll go far 'Cause I'll show you the ropes In all these years I've
He said, Hi my name is Timmy and I'm pushin' five years old I can count to this many, then I'll have to use my toes I sure am glad to meet ya Let me show you stuff that only big boys know Now, nickels might be bigger but dimes are worth the most Santa's always in the mall, but he lives at the North Pole Kid stick with me and you'll go far 'Cause I'll show you the ropes In all these years I've
[Scarface]
Yo, let's do it
... we gon' do this one
Let the beat ride for a minute though
Will {?} in the house from the town
FaceMob in this bitch, 'bout to tear shit down
Uh-huh, yeah, there it is
Yeah
Still the, truth in the game ain't a damn thing changed
Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames
Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang
Bitches who know me know how I do dames
Still, fuckin with James we roll in this shit hard
I locked up the South, he locked the 5th Ward
Loaded and cocked, I'm known to be a block bleeder
Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither
I got ferarri's, drive Porsches and shit
Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit
Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and shit
And still fuck around with all my boys in the bricks
International nigg
Rollin' the Dice Lyrics
Sittin in the project tryin to get my game on Fuck these hoes they just ding-dongs Mama need shoes The baby need milk so I got to get strapped with a 9 For some bull shit rollin hard hittin 711's 1 punk wanted to bet so nip him with a 7 Break these fools so my banks gettin bigger Pull out my 9 here comes some jealous niggaz But I really don't give a fuck Ready to take a motherfucker out if he try to
a, I been in and out the states Sittin in the project tryin to get my game on Fuck these hoes they just ding-dongs Mama need shoes The baby need milk so I got to get strapped with a 9 For some bull shit rollin hard hittin 711's 1 punk wanted to bet so nip him with a 7 Break these fools so my banks gettin bigger Pull out my 9 here comes some jealous niggaz But I really don't give a fuck Ready to take a motherfucker out if he try to
Kingston, Brazil, bitches feedin me grapes
I can, cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate
A microwave, Pyrex and a cake
You can get it how you want it, what I'm spittin is free
I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets
Niggaz know how I was raised so ain't no question these
Consequences you gon' face when niggaz fuckin with me
There it is
[Chorus]
One for the niggaz wanna cross me up
Two for the bitches wanna toss me up
Three for the people tryin to get my mail
Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up
Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine
Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime
Six for the suckers who ain't got no game
That's a God damn shame, that's why he hatin on mine
[Willie D]
From the
Going Out Strange Lyrics
do you think about when you're going to die? I think about it all the time I watch the days and I walk the line I wonder when I'm gonna get mine I knew at an early age there was no need to be afraid there was nothing I could change I was gonna go out strange going out going out going out strange going out going out going out of range going out go
North to the South I don't need no passes do you think about when you're going to die? I think about it all the time I watch the days and I walk the line I wonder when I'm gonna get mine I knew at an early age there was no need to be afraid there was nothing I could change I was gonna go out strange going out going out going out strange going out going out going out of range going out go
You bitches get out of line, I'ma bleed yo' asses
Look man, I ain't the huffin puffin type
I'ma put that pistol in your motherfuckin life
Mayor {?} call my crib, I be gettin them greens
Fuckin the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans
Take an interest in politics, Chopin and Van Gogh
Shoot a motherfucker up and then go vote
They say variety is the spice of life, so we'll
fuck the black broads and lay pipe to the whites
Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos
What is y'all trippin fo'? Pussy is pussy
I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep
I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me
Youse a bitch-made pussy born with no nutsac
I'm a motherfuckin stand up cat, that's on the one
[Chorus]
[Bushwick Bill]
Sp
Rock'n'Roll Lyrics
The morning is so fresh On highway dance the whirls of dust Just our car keeps its way of empty road The music takes our spirit higher Life's endless life's rock'n'rolling now Our joy as our life Will never end... Bulldozer suddenly appeare Crushed sculls Rnwpk warp Rolled on the wheels Weep for the dead The morning is so fresh In gothic church the rite begins Defaced souless flesh J
ot a fine-ass bitch and I'm scoopin her up The morning is so fresh On highway dance the whirls of dust Just our car keeps its way of empty road The music takes our spirit higher Life's endless life's rock'n'rolling now Our joy as our life Will never end... Bulldozer suddenly appeare Crushed sculls Rnwpk warp Rolled on the wheels Weep for the dead The morning is so fresh In gothic church the rite begins Defaced souless flesh J
You can sleep on me nigga if you're stupid enough
But I'll be standin in your bed receivin from your woman
You can bust in, but not while I'm cummin
Cause I'm cummin everywhere, in her hair, on her face
on her earring, even on the motherfuckin ceiling
Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut
After that, you can kill the bitch, I don't give a fuck
Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed
If it ain't hydro get the fuck out the do'
You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow
I down the whole fuckin bottle like it's H2O
Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust
I'm the "Little Big Man" with the big ol' nuts
Don't fuck with bitch-mades, too real for that
Got the fame and the name but I still will jack, nigga
[Chorus]