Lyrics.com »

Search results for 'drug dealer a love song by sunshine state'

Yee yee! We've found 95 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching drug dealer a love song by sunshine state.



related, to everything in the street
I'm sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat

We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs
related, to everything in the street
I'm sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat

We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs
have that brother come over and add on to the cipher

"Sunshine! Everybody loves the sunshine!"
"Folks get down in the sunshine"
"Everybody loves
have that brother come over and add on to the cipher

"Sunshine! Everybody loves the sunshine!"
"Folks get down in the sunshine"
"Everybody loves
thugs, where ya at?
Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer
Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way
never hesitate to keep my fuckin trap shut 
My Mom Dukes got a little bit of Thug in her 
The Devil loves sinners crackheads and drug dealer 
Sometimes
Jamaican songs
Both of them are black men, but they still can't get along

Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love?
Wussup wit the love, wussup wit
Then shake the spot
The Foundation

You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers
Who forever smoke bud
So it's probably in your blood
African, one sings Jamaican songs
Both of them are black men, but they still can't get along

Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love?
Wussup wit
had a taste
Sunshine sometimes flowers never bloom

Play with my pistol as I sit in my room
Love to my moms and my pops 
Anything in my way then I
of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to splurge for all you niggaz want
with
We call it thug love
Hot sex and hard drugs was a thing of the past
But look here murder inc nigga bringin' it back
We got them stressed strung
(Do you feel it?
I know you feel that, girl)
Had to hold it down for the love
She the type of woman make you wanna leave the drugs
(Had to hold
faces, fugitives runnin' from court cases
Slugs shootin' past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw
the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
Ya
The Foundation

You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers
Who forever smoke bud
So it's probably in your blood
Realize you can only run the streets so
and see
shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
time drug offender
you goin DOWN son
for way less than a POUND son
The government got no love, twenty-five thousand niggaz
in New York in jail for
drug dealer
Yeow
Take me to the man in the mirror
When you stand and deliver
With your hand on the trigger
I'm an emotional terrorist
I double M-you-N-E
songs DJ's gotta throw on
Thug niggas love to bug along
And wack MC's dream on and on
Drifting further from reality, concentratin on me flow on
I master
teen on Judge Hatchett
Hang with thrashers and jackers
Drug dealers and crackers, AP students and slackers
I'm backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93
a child in a man’s body
Found joy in the thrill of the streets and crack parties
Robbing drug dealers, selling dope, selling soap
Locked in the belly
hustlers, killers, and drug dealers
Since a shorty been hollerin seeds with a plug in
Two for ten, up on the block diamond cut griller
Be em or see em
talkin' mad shit, but they don't want it 
It's the realer MC, the drug dealer MC 
If a nigga fake jax, I'm gonna kill a MC 
Yeah, you can't handle
Meet me in the back of the spot love potion
Meet me in the sunshine stay west coastin'
Hit it from the side fly by sex motion
Do a drive by, fly high,