Search results for 'brown eyes by johnny cash' Page #8

stackin' fat papers
Get Eye'd in the Phantom by the Bad Neighbors
The labels, strategized profit, concoctin'
They promised there'd be ladies Like Water For

and white
Light brown shoes cost this much
Fuck it
Put it in the bag
I ain't worried bout it
Strip mall we shopping 
Why you stopping by 
Oh shit
Nice eye
My

told me i couldn't
I got them all pressed and i'm just a student
The way that they talk could've sworn that they knew it
By the look in my eyes you can

I Don't F* With You

Geto Boys

Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly

1998

Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty

Words blow in the wind (In the wind)
In tha car dreamin' of a Benz 
Big brown house 
By the lake ona bend 
We dreamt big 
Shit feelin' like pretend 
Best

tha khudse
Abh dekh na paaon me khudko Teri aankho me kyun?
I don't wanna look into your eyes
You know I'll lose that fight
Can't let it happen twice

Fuck the Media

The Terrorists

Terror Strikes: Always Bizness, Never Personal

lies 

Before I place M-60 right between your eyes (Yaips!) 

Cause now ya'll got me mad as hell 

And all you jealous pens' writing tattle tales

and Johnny Cash t-shirt
And ripped up jeans
Lookin' like a country queen
In your scuffed up boots
You look like the only girl in here that's lookin' for a good

I have a thing for
Brown tan eyes
I'm loved and I'm paid for
By all these guys
When he touches me
I'm the whole damn sky
I cry through wooden

the apple of my eye
groove thump, rump shakere, movin so majestic, good times rememebered like they just happend yesday
roast shot toast, keep my folks real

M&M's
Got them chocolate drop eyes
Every time she walking by me she be dropping my eyes
Down low down low, she drop it low
Yeah she Glowy like my final

According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ

Rihanna

the suits
With the cash

I tell' em
Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge
Just like my mom and dad had it
And did it

Easin in as slick as I can

pass
Girl you hotter than June I'm a young Johnny Cash
I just want you to myself baby don't hold back I'm saying
Woah woah woah woah woah
Girl you got me

Dope Beat

Boogie Down Productions

Criminal Minded [Bonus Track]

1987

cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they

dog shot
I'm a damn vet how you have an AK and get
Killed by a Kel Tec? Duhh, I be going dumb
She 21 with Chinese eyes I call her Soo Yung
Pockets

Surrounded by high def screens/ screaming out sex and violence 
My only friend, a man who seems both robotic and organic
Showing me artificial gestures

flooded with cash
Ima blow a few hundred
Get a house out in London
Then ima go put the rest in the stash

Yah
You all better remember the name
Trippy that

hear is retreat
And I'll bet all the cash on me that we getaway clean
I'm too raw all I eat with my sushi is soy
I'm moving step by step like a wind up

vegas, flawless ten shows a week 
We're all very impressed, but the midnight circus is not for the weak 
Jonathan replies, with a sparkle in his eye, that

tatami mats
I'm sorry that they don't know rap from Johnny Cash
Fantasizing about Maybachs in some black Pontiacs

These guys showed up to smoke me,

been stirring up trouble in Orange County in Los Angeles)
(Uh, have you seen him by any chance?)

(Long hair, brown eyes, diamond chain?)
(Nah, I

crazy, will get touched
Put the mace in your face
Bitch that's what's up
I'm dirty, but my diamonds clean
You're blinded by the way
That my diamonds gleam

4-5-6

Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll [Clean]

1999

Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that

Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back