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of the dags,
You're a rev head GTS or XR8
XU1 or Chevrolet
Music up Hammer down
The words all over town
You're a rev head

If your man talks nothin' but cars,
at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton

Senator Hollings: Porn Rock
Senator Trible: Rather the emotional damage is more subtle
Senator Hollings: Willy nilly over the air
?: (And hear it now
I say hey hey everybody come on let's go for a ride, motorvating,
Yeah grab your baby and pull her right by your side, motorvating,
Go around
Out on a quest for the trail of jack kerouac
Silos, scarecrows, american machine,
Rev up your engines you're as fast as a train
Oh my lord, look
knew her by a different name

Barbie, the untold story
Just remember, you heard it first from me
Barbie, the untold story
I'll tell you the truth
I had the blues but I shook them loose
A jeep is blasting from the urban streets
Loots of funk over hardcore beats
The moon dabbles in
Milton. Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton.
Open window, halfway built-in. Times a changing like Bob Dylan.
Twenty-pound bird black as could be, cold feet
you don't know me by now, you'll never know
Stepping on my critics, beating on my foes
The plan is to stay focused, only then I can grow
Attention I need is medical
They rev me like an engine
I'm itchin' to get my antidote
So give me an inch and I'm into it like it's cantaloupe
Be girls, be
No fuckin around, homeboy ya get clowned like Krusty
Trust me, you shouldn't play.. and by the way

Chorus: Everlast + "Cheech and Chong" scratches
I skid like Rita lifted ocean
I drift like my planet don’t spin
I skid all over marks like I’m haunted
Rev it up, twirl my la-la like
red by candles
I don't wear beads or Burkenstock sandles
I'm loud and rude dirty and crude
Talkin' to you with a mouth full of food
Stayin' up all
red by candles
I don't wear beads or Burkenstock sandles
I'm loud and rude dirty and crude
Talkin' to you with a mouth full of food
Stayin' up all
I say, "Why you gotta rev my gas?"
Next thing I know
I'm standing in my front door tryna stop my hands

I just wanna take your picture
[Rev Run]
For all you sucker MC's perpetratin the fraud
It be the Reverend that never been like ever before
Met the devil and I hit him with a left
just wanna get in my pants,
'Cause I’m ‘bout to get that dough.”
She says, “I like it fast.”
I say, “Why you gotta rev my gas?”
Next thing I know,
The "Across The Bar, Yeah It's Cool, 

We Can Hit The Sack" smile 

The "Crack" smile, the "Caught In The Act" smile 

The "Over My Shoulder Caught You
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti 
Like the body cool  keep the strap up by the naughties
collect two hundred more, ride til last stop
Lose the key, choose to sleep instead of waking up with me
Up to me, chosen few
Chose to be over you
back pocket
I grab you by your neck,
I pull it out a socket
Range, Range, Range,
Rover, Rover, Rover,
Blow this fuckin' task
Police pull me over
But I
record spins, resort to reckonin
Recallect, rewind, let me rephrase
Better recognize retard and relay some respect
Or be raided by regrets, remainin wit
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
her go, for another T.K.O.
Super trashin tires bone, big rims and Firestone
Speed up and rev up two hundred miles up the turnpike
Comin head up
of the year
Stare so right, and the visual probably better
But I came over just to make things clear
No disrespect, girl, we both so grown
Just want you by my