St. Lunatics lyrics

St. Lunatics lyrics

"Real Niggaz lyrics"

Bella lyrics
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[(Chorus - Nelly) 2x]
Real niggas ride wit' us
You haters gotta ride the bus
Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust
Bank account so plush, the FEDs on us
Real niggas ride wit' us (and dime ladies)
You haters gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy)
Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust
Bank account so plush, the FEDs on us

[Kyjuan]
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of Mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like Jiffy
Call me a cool nigga or a Mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("Mr. can you get crunk and jiggy?")
I reply quickly, bottle of Andres or Crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both named Nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon' make me go back into my days of U-City
Cornrows, penny bros and new Dickies
Ahh shit, when situation looks s
Black Orchid lyrics
[Esham] What's up honey? Don't mind me askin, but how your ass been? And fuck that chatty nigga, if he's a has been I got twenty, cuz I'm good and plenty To get the dollars, get the dick, if you gettin any You gotta work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow It don't matter cuz these bitches know I got the phatter dough Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick dick like Hoodini I want ya fine ass on my dick like the genie Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind G-s
hitty
I got that thang with me, plus I Puff like Diddy
You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the Range with me

[Ali]
Check, check
No picture me rollin, Optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do' Range Rov', mink with matchin Kangol
Whole hood like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, Rollie or G-shot
You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that's the knock
I need not speak on that, I speak on Zack
And how he better fix my shit or give my eight G's back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you ever saw out
Son break the jar out, twist the muskie
Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then crush me
Cuss m
Of Feral Eyes lyrics
As Trees Feel The Seasons ChangeSo I To Day Must Pain AgainThrough Blackened Eyes I WatchThe Passing Grains Of Eight Fall ByBy Northern Rites The Dawning RaysDo All But Glimpse The One Who KnowsThe Love Of Light Hast DiedAnd Left Her Child To Fend For Life AloneI RiseFrom My Own FallUnborn Upon This WorldNow Stands A Lord To AllAt Dusk The Shadows Fade AwayWith Light's Retreat To Darkened NumbThe Silver Mistress Starts Her RiseAnd I Again M
e, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
'Cause only....

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
I'm like the battery, I come through every door on a cell (Duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a mil'
Fuck that Cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel
I'm smokin twenty inches of Parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky 'cause it's still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some shit
Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, caught they wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and asks her "who's is this?"
(yours Nelly)
Tell 'em one more time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye
Comin be like I, ay, EI, ready the guy
Nigga hella high, country grammar, yellin "EI!"
Fuc
Something More lyrics
The worst is yet to come, so vulnerable and dumb say the words and I'll dissolve Tell me how long should this last I've been forgetting how to act and These memories will burn like gasoline And I believe there's something more cause this isn't what I've been looking for If I blink my eyes I'm afraid I might miss some of it This makes no sense a mirage of an oasis but it kills my time Well try to remember what I sought, I never gave it that much thought Does it really matter a
kin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

[Murphy Lee]
You shoulda' seen this ladie's face when I walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, I'm Hollywood, smellin like dank
Lookin like I don't know left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole front desk like "Murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
Drivin eighty in the rainiest Rov', TV's in 'em
I'm St. Lou, plus true to the arch equals I'm real
I'm Hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a mil'
I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm killin myself
In a category with T-Boz, I'm feelin myself
It gets no better, Slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather
I'm like, what, real playas roll on dubs (Lunatics like)
And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin 'til our brain gon' bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, City what up
I'm like only....

[(Chorus) 2x]
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