504 Boyz Lyrics
504 Boyz Lyrics
"Check 'Em Lyrics"
Intro (The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones) Lyrics
Yes everybody! This is something for you, that you gat to hear and sometimes you may say to yourself baby! I love you! yes dear eveyrthing is so pid and splendid girl! I l - o - v - e you more girl yeah! yeah! my sugar pie, m
Yes everybody! This is something for you, that you gat to hear and sometimes you may say to yourself baby! I love you! yes dear eveyrthing is so pid and splendid girl! I l - o - v - e you more girl yeah! yeah! my sugar pie, m
(Master P)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
I got five on the lips
But I ain't payin for the ass
You just got yo hair fixed
So can you pump a nigga gas
Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick
I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick
C-Murder called you hoes like some fuckin crash dummies
It ain't love when the motherfucking sex cost money
I ain't dissin you hoes
I just don't love you hoes
In yo raggedy ass Girbauds<
Hands Of Destiny Lyrics
Like oils upon a canvas cast in silver, black, and grey The angry skies of autumn hold the distant sun at bay Mighty airborne armies waging battles in the sky The clouds are locked in conflict, sending thunderbolts to fly Yet in o
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When you swangin on them polesLike oils upon a canvas cast in silver, black, and grey The angry skies of autumn hold the distant sun at bay Mighty airborne armies waging battles in the sky The clouds are locked in conflict, sending thunderbolts to fly Yet in o
Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife
And if you dippin I can't put you in my life
Cause all hoes suck dick
Let me tell you dog hoes you fuckin with
See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes
(But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes
Talk that shit now roll with it
Ya warefare check hoe go get it
(chorus)
(P) Check dem hoes
(Traci) Check dem niggas(4x)
(Traci)
Check dem hoes nigga
Not Over Till the Fat Lady Plays the Demo Lyrics
DOVE: Standing on the corner building. Seen the path. Looking at the corner streetlight, walking, and waiting for my brother to come over and then someone tapped me on my shoulder. 180 degrees I did. Oh my...
is you crazyDOVE: Standing on the corner building. Seen the path. Looking at the corner streetlight, walking, and waiting for my brother to come over and then someone tapped me on my shoulder. 180 degrees I did. Oh my...
You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me
(?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga
I hold my own ????????
Reppin like you gon shine
Nigga you is a waste of time
Gettin that ho to step to me
I gets down for mine
Me and my girls we don't play no games
Fuck you lames
When you walkin on side of me
I'm bringin you pain
You can talk that shit about suck yo dick
Get a grip
Broke bitch you ain't the shit
You know who you fuck
(Toe)Jam Lyrics
Lumpy, chunky, smells kinda funky Addicted to the sickness I'm a toe jam junkie Pull it out your toes, not out of your behind Toe cheese goes well with a fine wine Store it in a pickle jar, keep it in the pantry Collecting all your
in witLumpy, chunky, smells kinda funky Addicted to the sickness I'm a toe jam junkie Pull it out your toes, not out of your behind Toe cheese goes well with a fine wine Store it in a pickle jar, keep it in the pantry Collecting all your
Drop a baby for you
Nigga you must be sick
Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks
(chorus)
(P) Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
(Traci) Who dat call the police
Yo pa call the police
(P) Dem hoes call the police
(Traci) Dem niggas call the police
(P) Check dem hoes
(Traci) Check dem niggas
(P) Talk that shit now roll wit it
Yo warefare check ho go get it
(911 operator, did someone dial 911?)