The English Beat Lyrics
The English Beat Lyrics
"Rotating head Lyrics"
When The Guns Come Out Lyrics
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about) Ya'll niggas know, front on me or my dough, then the guns come out X 2 <
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about) Ya'll niggas know, front on me or my dough, then the guns come out X 2 <
Rotating head, keeps on the right side
Colied up and tense remains on the lookout
Expects to be shot or get given the bullet.
Rotating head tries to look on the bright side of things.
Rotating head, friends in high places
No need to guess what he's got in that br
Thugz Women Lyrics
I don’t wish you no bad luck baby. I ain’t try’n be your pain. But I just got a couple things to explain to you. Before I
iefcaseI don’t wish you no bad luck baby. I ain’t try’n be your pain. But I just got a couple things to explain to you. Before I
A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle.
The rotating head tries to stay on the right side of things,
On the right side of things.
Living on tip-toe,
Waiting for the next step,
The wages of death
What a life for a swivelhead.
Understand, un
Huboon Stomp Lyrics
Well, I'm a Huboon baby, I'm a cross between a human and a knave. I'm all gagged out, I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rave
derhand, underarm protectionWell, I'm a Huboon baby, I'm a cross between a human and a knave. I'm all gagged out, I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rave
Each new passer-by a new wave of suspicion.
In less than an hour the plane will be leaving
The lights and the cameras
Then sleeep on a prayer and a wing
Rotating.
Living on tip-toe,
Waiting for the next step,
The wages of death
In The Wake Of The Weary Lyrics
[Music: Danhage, Lyrics: Englund] So high on believing Not seeing your changing I carry the weight and I'm weary We're ro
[Music: Danhage, Lyrics: Englund] So high on believing Not seeing your changing I carry the weight and I'm weary We're ro
What a life for a swivelhead.
Rotating head look on the bright side
Colied up and tense remains on the lookout.
A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle.
The rotating head tries to stay on the right side of things,
That's the right side of things.