504 Boyz Lyrics
504 Boyz Lyrics
"Holla Lyrics"
Down From Dover Lyrics
I know this dress I'm wearing doesn't hide the secret I have tried concealing When he left he promised me that he'd be back by the time it was revealing The sun behind a cloud just casts the crawling shadow o'er the fields of clover And time is running out for me I wish that he would hurry down from Dover He's been gone so long when he left the snow was deep upon the ground And I have seen a spring and summer pass and now t
I know this dress I'm wearing doesn't hide the secret I have tried concealing When he left he promised me that he'd be back by the time it was revealing The sun behind a cloud just casts the crawling shadow o'er the fields of clover And time is running out for me I wish that he would hurry down from Dover He's been gone so long when he left the snow was deep upon the ground And I have seen a spring and summer pass and now t
[Chorus]: Master P {Choppa}
Them boys on that block holla (ooh ooh)
Them girls that got it hot holla (ooh ooh)
If ya runnin' from them cops holla (ooh ooh)
{Holla...} (ooh ooh) {Holla} (ooh ooh)
[Verse 1]: Master P
Call me trashman cuz I put it up and back
Whodi owe me money I'ma bust his fuckin' ass
I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper, so pass me Dr. Cristale
Hit me on the two-way, whodi, I get wit'cha
Put it on the stove, bake it like a pie
Take it to the hood, slang it 16-5
When niggas snort it boy, they be passin' it to they girls
Wrap it up in Ziploc, back it up and twirl
Send money to the pent. Mac and C be home soon
Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon
I could sell a hoe a green, front a hustler a lake
I could never fall off, I'm the "Ghetto Bill" Gates
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]: C
Dein Feuer Lyrics
Selig sind die geistig Armen Alle die im Geiste Lahmen Scheinbar gibt es kein Erbarmen Mit uns die wir zweifelnd sind Selig sind die geistig Blassen Alle die das Fremde hassen Die sich lieber f?hren lassen Weil sie gerne Sklaven sind Sie liegen dir doch l?ngst zu F??en Und alle sind sie taub und blind Auf wunden Knien woll'n sie b??en Weil sie nur arme S?nder sind Mich
urren$ySelig sind die geistig Armen Alle die im Geiste Lahmen Scheinbar gibt es kein Erbarmen Mit uns die wir zweifelnd sind Selig sind die geistig Blassen Alle die das Fremde hassen Die sich lieber f?hren lassen Weil sie gerne Sklaven sind Sie liegen dir doch l?ngst zu F??en Und alle sind sie taub und blind Auf wunden Knien woll'n sie b??en Weil sie nur arme S?nder sind Mich
These lil' niggas can't take it anymore
I push through the club iced out, low key with my P. Miller galore
Hoes breakin' down the doors, uhh
Because the 504 Boyz here they can't wait 'til we get on
It's Curren$y the motherfuckin' rookie of the year
This ain't the WNBA, ain't no pussies over here
Yeah, I'm makin' figures fuckin' with the Ghetto Bill
And a truck with some rims that's bigger than Ferris wheels, holla
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]: Krazy
See this No Limit army nigga, that's my Kliq
The hoe that you tongue kissin' used to be my bitch
For these sayin' they'll slay a nigga, they called pricks
And this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick
And this big truck I'm pushin', nigga, my tight whip
With a chop of lead on the seat, that'll make you flip
My alias, believe me, Doc Holliday
If it's beef, I'm
Not Enough Lyrics
time has come you think it's over yeah ya had enough burned out and over-rated time to give it up but then the spark ignites the flame and now you realize why you came you know it's hardly over it's not enough and you can't live without it you can't sleep til you've got it no way to ignore it it's not enough you had thought you gave it up just the breath before you gulp no use holding ba
like AIDS, I'll never go awaytime has come you think it's over yeah ya had enough burned out and over-rated time to give it up but then the spark ignites the flame and now you realize why you came you know it's hardly over it's not enough and you can't live without it you can't sleep til you've got it no way to ignore it it's not enough you had thought you gave it up just the breath before you gulp no use holding ba
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]: Master P
I might be something sly but I won't forget
Tell Double X-L they can, suck my dick
I might be country but I'm ghetto rich
And when it comes to grindin', I started this shit
I put the G in Ghetto, nigga, call me Ghetto Fab
Started with some quarters then I flipped it to some halves
Put the Coke in Coca-Cola, no baking soda
Call me Pistol P, cuz I slang them granola's
[Chorus]
[Verse 5]: T-Bo
I guess them thangs just got dropped off, the block's hot like hot sauce
Some cop cars keep passin' I promise y'all they not lost
Convicted felons noticed when they tryin' to knock ya socks off
Go braggin' to them hatin' bitches, find how much ya watch cost
Loose lips, sank ships, bitch, so watch what you sayin'
It's the New No Limit, baby, got us under s
N-Trance- "Staying Alive" Lyrics
Now who got da fever for the flav', who can dig da wag that I flex on a track I'm causin' rampage, Ricky rick on point with da 9-S style from ma lips they'll be rollin' da mad joints. So put ya hands in da air coz there's a party over here. so grab yourself a beer and we can get da fever on I'm with it so let me put ea big brown beaver on. I'm comin' with da disco. I can flip so. I'm a drop the solo tip somethin' for da honeys<
urveillanceNow who got da fever for the flav', who can dig da wag that I flex on a track I'm causin' rampage, Ricky rick on point with da 9-S style from ma lips they'll be rollin' da mad joints. So put ya hands in da air coz there's a party over here. so grab yourself a beer and we can get da fever on I'm with it so let me put ea big brown beaver on. I'm comin' with da disco. I can flip so. I'm a drop the solo tip somethin' for da honeys<
And the Feds ain't playin' they kickin' down doors daily
Ain't this a bitch, I just got off probation
[Chorus]
[Verse 6]: Magic
I'm tryin' to get me a whole chicken (chop it down for the dimes)
Then flip that bitch quicker than I (flip these rhymes)
Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip (one more time)
And I'ma cop the bitch you left behind
(I'm tryin', I'm hustlin') don't trust me when I'm broke
And I don't discriminate I want the money and a goat
Yeah, better hope I wait, I'm ass out (things will get bloody)
(Four to ya tummy, real messy and ugly)
[Chorus]
[Outro]: Master P
If ya East Coast thuggin, holla (ooh ooh)
If ya West Coast thuggin, holla (ooh ooh)
If ya Midwest thuggin' holla (ooh ooh)
If ya Down South hustlin' holla (ooh ooh)