Lyrics:
hoo hoo); she don't love you, too
Well, she went out with Lloyd late one Friday night
Yeah, they went skunk huntin' by the pale moon light
Lloyd, he
Hva vil de ha mayne? Mer gangsta shit
Hva kan jeg gi dem? Mer gangsta shit
You can tell by the way that he walks
By the way that he talks this mayne
Lloyd's of London will be loaded when they go
We will all fry together when we fry
We'll be French fried potatoes by and by
There will be no more misery
in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from
should ever come you feel you need to tell someone
Don't go telling her I miss her
It's just a memory
Somehow it stuck with me
Like that song by Mister
This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on
Dark Ships in the Forest,
Lloyd Banks)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes
Lloyd]
When I hustle, baby I be thinking of you
I'm always on the grind don't spend a lot of time like we used to do
Now be out on these streets 'cause
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
Woodrow Wilson has his fourteen points
But Clemenceau turns to Lloyd George
And says "You know that
God himself had only ten"
Today I'm carried by a league
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
niggas souls
Play it by tha code
Iain neva fold
Niggas really hoes
UOENO
Choppa kick got kick back
Aint wit da chit chat
Pusha nigga shit back
Radio
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in the face
Every time
on the grind,ng'fun' ama dolla,ama pula ama naira mandela
Pusha phanda till the limit ntwana when you get the zaka
Do good by your mama
Pusha phanda till the limit
on me?
Get yo grind on man.
(I'm the pusha, pusha man.)
Get yo scrilla on.
(The scrilla, scratch, paper nigga.)
Get yo pimp on man.
(I keeps
with me
You know you don't want it with me
You can talk but soon we gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Lloyd Banks)
Fuck that, I'm tired
see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Lloyd Banks)
Fuck that, I'm tired of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I
My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know
My nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what's up baby? ha ha
Brooklyn son, what up what up?
My nigga Lloyd
too much your head they'll bust.
Just one more pull and that will do
For we're the boys to kick her through.
Recorded by Louis Killen- 50 South, also
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin
Got Me Baby, You Got Me You Got Me mixed up with somebody else
John Simon Bill Lloyd
Bill Lloyd Fourel Songs administered by BMGChrysalis (BMI)
.jpg/206px-Pusha_T_(21889154165).jpg "Pusha T")
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