Mike Jones lyrics
Mike Jones lyrics
"Know What I'm Sayin' lyrics"
1000 Things lyrics
and everything could be much clearerand everything can be so coldcome see the eyes of innocensebelieve it or not they'll be dammed
and everything could be much clearerand everything can be so coldcome see the eyes of innocensebelieve it or not they'll be dammed
[Chorus]
Represent yo hood,
represent yo block,
represent yo spot.
"Know what I'm saying?"
represent ya ward,
represent ya town because its goin down.
"Know what I'm talkin bout?"
[Bun B]
When you seee me with my gun on,
its a be a one on,
you know what type of shit Big Bun on.
Some of that six figure shit,
that live and die by the trigger shit,
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
Wanna fuck with me get a bigger clique,
move yay get a bigger brick,
wanna fuck my gal get a bigger dick.
So do me a favor (favor),
recognize that you a hater,
tha
Shame lyrics
I FUCK yo' ass up! (fuck'em up son) [Chorus:] Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Yo, I FUCK yo' ass up! (HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!) S.O.A.D., live and uncut! Styles unbreak
t couldn't see me if i was ya neighbor.I FUCK yo' ass up! (fuck'em up son) [Chorus:] Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Yo, I FUCK yo' ass up! (HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!) S.O.A.D., live and uncut! Styles unbreak
Yeah Mike Jones and Swishahouse,
finna meet me at yo sista house,
tell het have that doja and them swishas out.
Nigga we gon set up shop in here,
let bottles pop in here,
and watch these bad ass bitches bop in here.
Shit midddle fingaz up (and haters down),
we about that drama,
so if you dont want it bitch dont bring us up.
Man and we gonna be grindin,
nigga huggin this block,
till they free KS and let my brother off lock.
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
I sip on purple barre,
ride around town in my candy car,
diamonds shine like a st
Backstreet Rebels lyrics
Riding against the wind, you're sailing against the tideFighting for the cause, do or dieYearning to shake it off when it gets too heavyYou have the power in your mindYou still believe it and I bet you always willNo time to conceal it move in for the killCHORUS:Backstreet rebels, backs
r.Riding against the wind, you're sailing against the tideFighting for the cause, do or dieYearning to shake it off when it gets too heavyYou have the power in your mindYou still believe it and I bet you always willNo time to conceal it move in for the killCHORUS:Backstreet rebels, backs
I love to grip that wood grain,
love to talk that texas slang,
I spend change like it ain't no thang nigga.
Because down south we be tippin on fo's,
in the parking lot pimpin these hoes,
its M.O.B. on every hoe nigga.
Down in H-Town we grippin on grain,
flippin on swangs sippin that drank,
causin pain in the turnin lane nigga.
(Holla at me) 281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)
I said 281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)
[Chorus]
[Lil Keke]
They betta stop playin,
because we might slain,
somebody start prayin man.
I'm bout to get
Schoolgirl lyrics
It's something else to see the way you're growing From a sweet little baby to a grown-up girl. And I pray though darling I've no way of knowing Thnt you'll discover a beautiful world. As you skip down the street and hold your books so tightly Tell me what are you learning in your abc ? Are you dre
it hot,It's something else to see the way you're growing From a sweet little baby to a grown-up girl. And I pray though darling I've no way of knowing Thnt you'll discover a beautiful world. As you skip down the street and hold your books so tightly Tell me what are you learning in your abc ? Are you dre
before i blow the spot,
give me some henn and rocks fool.
I'm bout to let it go,
I'm talkin killa blow,
you watch yo chick you check ya bitch.
You niggas know its on,
we pushin plenty chrome,
this the Don me and Bun.
I fuck with Mike Jones,
broke niggas stay at home,
we off the hook like Cokka Book.
Big Texas where its at,
Ya'll betta holla back,
we packin gats and smokin sacks.
Pimpin these young hoes,
and my bank roll sits swoll,
got me tippin on fo fo's nigga.
I'm bout to smash up,
Ya'll niggas given up,
You roll a square and po a cup.
[Chorus]