Search results for 'i dont dig it by big joe turner' Page #129

the spite
I Wish I had it made
I used to dig my grave
Was 6 feet under man I never thought I'll see the day
The fam ain't got no worries
Been shooting shit

Prisoner

The Last Emperor

Music, Magic, Myth [Bonus CD]

2003

hard rain
Living in the city, know the streets by name
Take a walk with me, come and feel my pain
See what I see, come and get my glimpse
Dig a little

hotter than him
The talented Tim
Taylor don't be hating on them
Well fuck it I am
Don't be overrating 'em then
The paper the pen
The tools of which I use

Crazy

Midnight

RZA Presents Northstar

2003

sick wit it, gots nothing for ho's
but conversation and some dick wit it, can you dig it?
I'm a zipped down fool, and niggaz pause when I spit it
I

What it was when she stepped up in the ride I ain’t worried about no bugs cause I
Keep da pesticide and don’t worry about the scrubs you with a real

Kill Yourself

Impaled Nazarene

Decade of Decadance

2000

YOURSELF
Why don't you kill yourself
Don't rely on no one else,
End it all, just kill yourself
KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF
Why don't you kill yourself
Don't

stop til my wallet's big as christopher, dig it?
But i'm just tryna smOke
Yeah I'm just tryna smOke
Yo, anybody gotta light?
Cuz i'm just tryna smOke
But

Ain't no way that ya going home
Yes you mine now
Bitch, don't try now
Shit, I promise we not alone
See it's random up in the city
Best not be caught up

black toght me to
Go and get my fucking skrilla

I got my Harley vest
Orange daemon on back
I give her what she dig
Put sum Seamon on her chest

Attire

in that bottle, they don't serve shitty moscato dig 

3-2-1 more ways that we so dif
Me, my team stay sorted, never shorted
I'm the Lanest Lane here,

hit you from afar, I'm silencer
(Ye-awh, can non) neighborhood P

Dig it, I'm in a rage like Cujo
Y'all wanna wrestle, play sumo
Murk your bitch ass

you with rocket fuel
Live at the barbecue
Rebel I-N-S provide a spark for you
And I ain't even dig into my arsenal
Don't take it personal, you know

She's screaming like Hawkins, my old Big Mama
Bunica beat da drum-a like I never heard before
She's a-slapping Miss Blackman, gimme some more
Check it

slide
He swears, to control his dark side
Memories of things he has tried
No job, big bills, arms tight

The game is broken I don't care who did it
Came

Making a scene never flee till its clean
Pull out the body bag karate kid
Me and my boys on a killing spree
Boil your bones i don't sell they free

by kissing my hips
I just wanna know can I ride on you
And baby baby can you ride for me
He sees more than my beauty but he loves my big booty
We made

by kissing my hips
I just wanna know can I ride on you
And baby baby can you ride for me
He sees more than my beauty but he loves my big booty
We made

It's good enough to kill
Cheers to your innerspace


Said one day you'd have our eyes
I could bury it 6 feet
Or I could dig up the times
I just hear

Follow My Lead

Baby Beesh

Screwston, Vol. 2: Pink Soda

2001

digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.

Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3)

or digest any pig (no Swine)
If I ever lose my mine dude I pop of ya wig 
Raising outta flat surface they get dug now dig that 

Hook 2x

AC a thug Pville

no spoon
Bitch my trap lit, i can show you how to make it boom
Bad bitch don on her head shakin' ass
Bip shit dont trap scared dats how i make it fast

do it so the thing fi tun up now
Like dem don't give a now
Possessed by the spirit inna dem cup now
The rhythm done so mi a cut now

didn't do diddly, dead it
Did it with dignity
You dilly dally and diss from
Distance dig it I disagree
You did it for digit's
Dickhead dummy I do it

of the matter
Have a black humour and history
Thanks to Lorraine Maher
No blacks no dogs
This community slept in digs
While it dug tunnels through the London clay