Search results for 'down in mississippi up to no good by sugarland' Page #257

Yeah she tryna stay up wit me all Night
We be vibin we be smokin have a Good time
Yeah she tryna stay up till the Morning
Yeah I fell in love wit no

I'll spend in a minute (Blow it)
All this money in the way
Niggas ain't in my vision
(I don't see 'em)
I was really on that block
I came up from nothin'

got me fucked up

And by the way, his name was Terrence but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good

Cash rule everything around me (CREAM)
We gon' be good we gon' be straight hustling in my genes
Run this shit up till I can't no more that's by any means

I got it bussin on her lips
Got sum to buss up off my hip
Got sum to blast up in the stereo
Vibes on steriods
I'm Feeling Good
Good

Look me in my

never stay
You always a sucker for that text that say

"Yo what up? Are you good?
Hit me up whenever you in the hood"
Then we fuck, and it's fine

Suicide Hotline

Insane Clown Posse

Hell's Pit, Pt. 1

2004

the Witch has made my chest
It's permanent nightly visiting nest (What?)
It ain't no clothes that I look good in
I'm the motherfuckin' big red train that

nerves, but you ain't changing my mind
By good God, let's hop off the soap box and get along

Get along

I don't preach no tricks, don't talk politics
I'm

Hey
I want it in the 
I want it in the 
I want it in the worst way
Pussy so good I leave the workplace
Wake up in the morning it's my birthday
Hey
I

Breathe in   
Breathe out   
And let your hair down

No Sir
It ain't the same ole office, nope
Not the same ole people, nope
But you're looking at it

Trouble Man

Reuben Wilson

Organ Donor

1996

sugar, movin' down the line
I come up hard baby, but that's okay
'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way
I come up hard baby, I've been for real
Gonna

the afternoon
Niggas steady showing up
Liquor bottles everywhere
Blunts getting rolled up
Spade tabes, dominos
Everybody good
This is just another day in the hood

Backseat

69 Boyz

The Wait Is Over

1998

ride
get in yo crib and you can jump in
with a sound system bumping
bumping some 69
and we's gonna have us a good old time
cruising up and down

touch a fucking million
Live by the gun die by the sword
Gotta keep a gun can't let nobody kill me
Goin' before my time up I still fear
Be in a shootout

the struggle, pap's wasn't there
Raised by the streets middle
Finger in the air
I'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire
Back from the dead, strap no fed
East

Easy

Dirty Heads

Any Port in a Storm [Special Edition] [Clean]

2008

And watching tumble weeds pass by. I'm stuck in the
Middle of a high noon, I'm stuck in the middle of a
Typhoon, I got more fucking rhymes than the stars up in

But I cry no more
Cause now I know you're lookin down
Tellin us to wear our happy faces
Ya Goin reel to reel up there in the clouds
Sayin, I lived my

I don't follow any rules
Just for overlords to fool
How the people can be feeble in a system that is cruel
I am finding that a path with no leader is

in the house
I be getting lit when you're not around
Secret stash, throw it in the trash
Trash minds, all the same shit now
Rolling it up, machines, by

them play
That in-and-out-in-and-out ~ Rock-N-Roll!
Put up your feet and let your hair hang low!
‘Cause there ain't no reason to grieve and cry
This Life

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst

time I seen Darlin' Cory
She had a dram glass in her hand
She was drinkin' down mounds of trouble
With a no good gamblin' man

Oh yes, oh yes my Darlin'

Letter from KKK

Bushwick Bill

Little Big Man

1992

niggas get the most time in prison
Cause they judge is on their payroll
And day by day steady gainin mo' control
They got us up against the ropes

says it all the way
Nothing can get in my way
And no matter what tomorrow may bring you I'll be right
At your side with open arms and opens eyes
You know