Search results for 'low+blueberry'

Mastermind

Nas

God's Son

2002

jury

I'm low, smoking blueberry, with a ho
Who know a few scary individuals
Eerie as she gets into it
Squares they into voodoo
She says a Hail

my expression, my head staying low
Raw blueberries in that smoke
Roll up a fatty for the boys
Crack jokes and listen to Mos
Definitely, MF DOOM, Rakim

Wird aus wenig viel und aus low supreme
Edel wie Blueberry, und ein Faible für Farben
Ey, die Gaben, die wir haben sollten, wir niemals vergraben
Jede

Get Crunk

Lil' Flip

Undaground Legend [Bonus CD]

2002

and the do-do, the blueberry endo
Riding on low-lows (Flip there go the po-pos)

Step out, let me see your license
And your insurance (nah, cause)

You

and the do-do, the blueberry endo
Riding on low-lows (Flip there go the po-pos)

Step out, let me see your license
And your insurance (nah, cause)

You

And only I can see oh
We gone give him a halo (hmm)
I got your homie on payroll (hmm)
Go tell your boy he should lay low (hmm)
Wok with the blueberry faygo

fazos know I gotta lay low
Pour a four in that blueberry faygo
Me and medy like chief keef and taedo
Windows black in my lap go my Draco

Blueberries and Gin
In my hands again (yeah)
Blueberries and Gin 
In my hands again yeah
Blueberries and Gin baby
Put the ice on it
Blueberries

Blueberries for Breakfast

The Mamas & the Papas

People Like Us

1971

They say it will not snow 
And all the planes can come and go
But I think the ceiling is too low, 
So you can't go.

Blueberries for breakfast,

Mix the Bubba with the blueberry
S*** is getting scary
Oh mary mary mary
Light that s***
Pass that s***
Mix the Bubba with the blueberry
S*** is

Always been the kind of girl
To drive till the fuel light comes on
The meter in this uhaul rental must
Be a little off
Now my phone is running low

you better lay low
I ain't gon break your heart
She read me like a tarot
Thinking they got it but they don't
Pour up some blueberry faygo
They don't

Солнце за горизонт
Blueberry сорт
В моем косом
Утро девять часов
Где же мой сон?
Где же мой сон?
Солнце за горизонт
Blueberry сорт
В моем косом
Утро

la adrenalina
Es demasiado parece mentira
Bajemosla toa' con morfina
Esto esta weno como tu chica

Rompe, rompe are you redy
Quiere kenzo con blueberry

Blueberry wit' the grape
Now my Faygo Crip
3 Beans, lil' squeeze
Gave her Play-doh dick, man
I play bitches I don't play yo' shit
Wockhardt in the mix
Got my

Dinski

Jeder sagt "Mach low", was low? (Was low?)
Jeden Tag drugs hol'n, was low? (Was low?)
Kickdown auf die Bretter
Links raus und wir brettern

This a red fanta fuck yo blueberry faygo
I'm building money towers treat em like some legp
You can't go back up to yo hood because you fake bro
Oh

left and my pale hangin' low

Many my kind are in fields far beyond
Surveying acres with shotguns and hounds
I saw your locks cascade down your head

On Smash

Keith Murray

He's Keith Murray [Clean]

2003

niggaz
Spot faggots everywhere like I keep a low jack on them niggaz
Pretty bitches sprinkle on they channel
After we fuck 'em all in the club frontin'

the
100 Degrees like the summer you know how I'm coming lil bitch (Lil bitch)
I'm in a blueberry hummer you know how I'm coming lil bitch (Lil bitch)
I been

Grab me some strains
It's been one of those days
grab a philly or some raws
spark the lighter than blaze

got that indica pain
or that blueberry haze

Tot on the glock lil nigga you cooked, do what you can but i do what it took
boy flunked out and i'm still gettin booked
For blueberry bands, I'll

On Smash

Keith Murray

He's Keith Murray

2003

stacked for them niggaz
Spot faggots everywhere like I keep a low jack on them niggaz
Pretty bitches sprinkle on they channel
After we fuck 'em all in

Purp kush pillows blueberry white widows
The regos a do just fine for the moment
Get the 2 for 5 bags on the spot right off Conant
Keep it on the low low