Search results for 'Make Sence Not Bull Crap'

well
I believe that God knows what each of us
Wants and needs it's not necessary for us
To make it to church on Sunday to
Reach Him you can find Him

spitting truth on the boom bap
Bringing you the message no bull crap
Hayden's on the track for the clap back, whoo
I don't give fuck if I I can't rap
I'm

Breakin News

E-40

Breakin News

2003

either gonna be him or me and I ain't finsta be either or
Fear no man, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull
Playas don't keep score
Let 'em know that

Dollaz + Sense

DJ Quik

The Best of DJ Quik: Da Finale

2002

to the moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So

Gravity must be selective

Think about it logically
Coz that don't make no sense to me
You gotta question all those preachers preach
And question all those

bull full of crap like a Rodeo

Flick the blunt out the window
Ashin in the rental
Sign a different name and its never accidental
Driving over limits cuz

to see
So just keep doing you
Ima keep doing me
Cuz I am
Back on my bull shit again
Ain’t got no time for no friends
I am
Back on my bull shit again
Not

F3 race, crashed Matrix, and... yup, right, Orlando Bloom
Not 'cause i always wanted to bang Miranda, which i do, but back to the track. Its a truce

under the skin like a cyst
cnd it's so much that I could make a list
They watching, cock blocking, on some bull crap
Right behind me, on my ass, like we

Shanks, money, shanks, gash, shanks
Weed, shanks, please, thanks

Don't chat crap please
If you can't make sense, don't MC
Don't chat crap please
There's

but I say shallow words will feed me better
than the poet-codes I've heard.
And who's to say I'm full of bull
because I got no beef with
songs that make

all about?
They didn't give a shit
Nobody did
Nobody fucking cared about whatever
Had cats knocking back vodka Red Bull
And touch the leather
Why

on my face is way too treacherous
Bars just like red bull of course will make you fly
And in your song sense vanishes like 370 flight
All the girls want

all on my plate
All of the thugs in the back
They shooting craps and they got The strap just in case
So stay in ya place!
Who tryna play i came

habits
It’s haphazard, my bad manners
Make bad rappers straight crap pampers
I’m the answer to what the fuck
You get when you spit and don’t give a shit
I

as a tool
And If you do have one make it useful
Try and think ahead
'Cause if you don't I'll knock some sense into your head
You make a fool out of me then

Greens from Shillong make the whole room levitate
Used to smoke crap and I used to wish better days
Lyrically making more sense than I ever made
Call

leggo

I will not let that lust for money turn Into greed
What I need is to cherish my Innocence and in a sense
I need dead presidents not to Represent

too long
Soaking in the crap for way too long
Cannot and will not take this anymore
In case you thought you can get away all the time, remember one day

You got no manners, got no sense
Got no good excuse for your ignorance
You got no honey 'cause you want a slave
Got no money 'cause you refuse

and the crap we put on shelving
Crack on getting back to what actually makes us healthy 
But they'll tell you: don't do that, you'll do yourself in

We just move

point, all my homies was scattered crossed the map
So I was moving solo mainly, but that bull crap really made me who I am
That's why I stepped into

Sense
Tryna fuck up my reality, Tryna fuck up my reality
Tryna fuck up my reality, but I use my 6th Sense

But I use my 6th sense
Make dollars make sense

Sense
Tryna fuck up my reality, Tryna fuck up my reality
Tryna fuck up my reality, but I use my 6th Sense

But I use my 6th sense
Make dollars make sense