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We've found 31 lyrics, 39 artists, and 100 albums matching by a dove album culture:


Trouble Blues [Dove] (John Lee Hooker) · Qui Dove il Mare Luccica (Lucio Dalla) · Wings of a Dove [Curb] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Dove Mi Porta il Cuore (Gigi D'Alessio) · Dove Hits 2003 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Morning Dove White (One Dove) · Wings of a Dove [Excalibur] (Ferlin Husky) · Wings of a Dove [Sound and Vision] (Ferlin Husky) · Dove Award Worship (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Dove Comincia Il Sole (Pooh) – and 90 other albums »

Belt buckle's a decending dove
Hang a chrome fish on my truck
They'll know we're Christians by our love
... Of junk

All my Jesus Junk
Yeah, my Jesus
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they
beautifully articulated 

Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature 

of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it 

The styles they're
62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder

They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture said
And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC 

Microphone controller, master of ceremonies 

So remember why you hate me 

I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You look at me like yeah nigga right
But you gave me you
No, I never was in Vietnam
I never once dove into an empty
  swimming pool
I never let the carpet walk right out
  from under me
I never painted
to top charts
I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking, controlled by
For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to
Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to
Nobody come close to my crew, we wild nice
were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
my friends
We miss you, Kato! Kato!

Started of two dawgs wit the the goals
Nuttin but two dawgs walkin the same road
Two different cultures, but had
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably Dove, 'cause we all way
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
ya not see it
Hip-Hop culture who gonna lead it, ya not see it
K, are, S One, ya not see it
Peace love unity and havin' the fun, ya not see it
were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,
Wouldn't be where I'm standing if they hadn't have fought for me,
From a nothing rep, now we live busting sets,
So if you own a Hoods album you get nuff
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start
set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
the culture

Tryna get rich, yeah, it really makes me nautious
They're the reason, some women, they have abortions
Hip hop, you was my very first girlfriend
like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin home from school, on drug blocks, missionaries
Pass out papers that read love god
I see
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan