Search results for 'rod cell'

at
On the block where I cop my first rod at
In that cell where I sat and prayed to god at
In that cell where I sat and prayed to god at
Boosie Badazz
All my niggas

slår jag
Tack tack slår du
Tack tack slår jag

Slakthuset doftar som en äng av timjan
Och i vår cell har himlen färgats röd
Slakthuset doftar som en äng

fuck wit em you'd think this shit was Broadway
Put a silencer on shot out in broad day
Barrel in yo mouth tell me how this pistol rod taste
No cell kept

complain about Trump
I gotta love it though
Some by cell speak for the rod

I'm rapping to the bookcase 
I'm gonna move your case
Short mean life like

Hos alla människor finns i blodet, en mycket liten cell.
Det e en röd blodkropp, och dess uppgift e lite speciell.
Den transporterar syre från

put right between your eyes
Got em bugging out my jinkies, I put on a new disguise
All rise, the bailiff grabbed me by the hands and led me to my cell

donkey, he cat to your cell
Pull the stick out the bag just
Like Cat in the Hat
You know I keep Rod with the K in the back

Tryna fuck in the bar
But she

to hyperpolarize

[Pre-Chorus]
Rods are specialized for conditions of low luminance
Cones are specialized for more light and colour imaging

[Chorus] 
The graded

hans cell stod fanimej stämplat i hans panna
Han skulle få mig i trubbel längre fram
När jag sprang för mitt liv på Ångpannegatan
En spattpundare köper

Where the Love At

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

AI YoungBoy 2

2019

(Drum Dummie)
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where

your rod out when we meet
Tell that bitch, say, "I’m the hardest out
And I agree"
She think I’m 'bout to change her life
Then she wrong
Bitch, I don’t

everyday I'm runnin' up to cars ("what you need")
I know karma  some where out to get me, gotta keep a rod ("man fuck all dat")
Before they put me 6 feet,

wife, kidnap ya children
I am not a regular civilian
Step with the rod like a blind motherfucker
Chillin with ya broad, hanging out under covers
All my

4 Weeks in heaven forever in hell
Real ass nigga witta real ass shell
Aimed at his noggin
The rod got to sloppin
I'll flick like a bic
Or a big

Yeah I've got my spiky do
Hey don't go questioning
You might think my roots are growing out
I'm like a mangrove when my limbs stick out
I'm Rod
Don't

Puppy eyes and they stuck, stay starving
Pay to speak, and I’m jail cell callin’
Stay broke on your knees, you crawling
Aye, I’m ballin’
Aye, you

Puppy eyes and they stuck, stay starving
Pay to speak, and I’m jail cell callin’
Stay broke on your knees, you crawling
Aye, I’m ballin’
Aye, you

on Soft Cell
Mark of the Beast and I carry it well
Counterpart to Siskel
The sun and the moon
Embody the yin of the Taijitu

Libertine of the masses,

Load up my truck, got my fishing rod
Gas it up, truck it up north
You keep blowin' up my phone
You keep knockin' down my door
But the only sign you see

Don't Know [Luca Brasi 3]

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi 3

2018

day in rocks, clear tech tickin', that's a watch
Got that out the work, a cell block
Closed cell restrictions, C-C-R
Still callin' shots on the yard,

on stage wit that rod
I b flexing I can't help it I'm just on my grind
I swear I came along way from serving coastal cods

Gotta go hard foreva I swear I put

Vers:
Som en cell i mitt rum ibland
Du är fången i fjärran land
Se en annan värld, en annan tid

Smak av frihet och doft av fred
Tanken vaknar och

Ima boss nigga
Cant be no middle man
Bitch I stay with my rod just like a fisherman
I got bigger plans
Oh you a little man
My niggas spinning round

I'm the youngest in charge
If he play then we send 'em to god
They be riding my wave like Rod
It wan easy my life was hard
Niggas don't know we