Search results for 'claiming the city by macklemore'
Yee yee! We've found 34 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching claiming the city by macklemore.
Macklemore · Macklemore & Ryan Lewis · The New Lost City Ramblers · Gold City · Crime & the City Solution · Bay City Rollers · Inner City · Stone City Band · Ten City · The City – and 90 other artists »
Kansas City Jump: Swingin Small Combos Kansas City Style, Vol. 3 (Myra Taylor) · Kansas City Sax: Complete Kansas City Master Takes (Lester Young) · Christmas in the City, Vol. 2 [Circuit City Exclusive] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Christmas in the City [Circuit City Exclusive] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rippin Up New York City: Live at the City Winery (Dave Davies) · All the Hits: From Surf City to Drag City (Jan & Dean) · City to City (Gerry Rafferty) · Blues Road Trip: City to City (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hit City 64/Fun City USA (The Surfaris) · City to City (Gerry Rafferty) – and 90 other albums »
a nigga to jail Cause they loving a freak (Lil' Wayne) In my section it be off the heezy And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy What the deal
By claiming God is on my side When worlds collide, when worlds collide When worlds collide, the virtuous Will have to take the shuttle bus But we
cannot be cured Building armies burning down seizing cities all around Smoke and dust and bodies rise victims taken by surprise The living must be made
Way before Lupe, before OF I've been trynna Ollie off the front porch door steps Crept through Lynwood my city was not calm Headed to South Gate,
forensicles, surrounded by alternative tentacles Extra-terestials step out of starships in pressure-suits Claiming humans were created inside of test-tubes
and bloods Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in
Uh, got the whole city goin' crazy for me, whole world waitin' on me Way I been recordin' lately, I'll be retired by the age of 40 Can't ignore me,
Check it, I set it off by lettin' ya know I can flow to many beats Similar to groove so freely People say I'm gettin' kinda greedy, but so what,
mother was with me some place judgment against me based on nothing but envy they pray for my downfall like the song by biggie born in the city which never
from what I've been told. These city lights are killing ever slowly. The sanity with in me. Maybe I lost in my creation. This isn't how I thought I
that would be left See young niggas like me will break you off something Claiming my city but, Dre, you ain't from Compton Niggas like y'all is what I
to be y'all Your pockets is empty Like summertime school halls I'm worldwide trick You're on the radio in one goddamn city So check your crooked lip bitch
forbidden this nigga get his written off Hardest spit in the city y’all niggas spitting kitten soft Confused and amazed shook up with your brain missing
smoked a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky cause it's on So each one, teach one, I be claiming true To East Point
in bed with mother goose Them hoes comin' in a baker's dozen Claiming they was wit' me when they know they really wasn't I keep the city's best never
inner city kid (What!) Step the fuck back then relax Rough is on a full scale attack black Huh, I'm packing a full metal jacket A bat, 21 guns
[Swel Boogie + Q-Unique] We are the world, you claiming territory That's our land so fix it I don't want to hear the bitching and ah.. Damn holdin
your fucking mouth. Now fool what kinda move was that? I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy I'm quick to pull the gatt. Claiming my city, oh what
remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah) Not too long ago " " I went to a city " " And I saw a Wu-Tang show " " Now I always wanted " "
back to claiming benefits I used to love money, but I don't no more I got money that I don't count no more I don't listen out for the drama no more
The real, for real , Rap-A-Lot Mafia Aaaaaahhhhh It-wa it-wa it wa it was...... It was once said by your man who wouldn't quit Stop bullshittin'
horns Wake the dead when we perform We'll weigh more bodies and dead by dawn Ill child, Black label Society We Zakk Wyld on you bitches so live in fear
of the streets Claiming elites, making sure my family eats We roll and it flees, bunkin' niggas out of their seats While mobbin' on beats, soon niggas can't
your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
the false clothes Since I bought the front backs from the lyrics tortuga Might claiming the blood in your city close we the factor what's poppin But nigga