Search results for 'hukilau song by don ho' Page #46

fabricated
I don't even know where my phone key ringin

I don't even need you, fuck them people
Lil' bad ho, she strippin' on the weekend
Tellin' that pussy

Where do we go when we die? Actually, I don't give a fuck
Man, let me just fly out of this world Cause I can't feel shit no more
Stuck in between

on something so you know just why my eyes low
I be in the clouds, you can see me in the sky so
When I float by I'm gonna wave to them; “Hi, ho”

Fresh rolled

rest
I would if our lives weren't limited by death
Acid tabs got me questioning my own existence
Shrooms got me motivated Staying on shit persistent

It's Like That Y'all

Sweet Tee

80's Underground Rap: Can I Kick It?

1998

like that y'all

Cruisin' down the street in my jett-black Volvo
Rockin' to the radio playin' [song name]
Heads all turn as I drive by
As I wave

not a bystander
I'm a bypasser raised in a home that embraces high standards
It runs in the blood
But I don't look down on anyone
My neighbour is my

missing ID
But the young trendsetting musician I be
Got critics giving up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring your Mrs by me
I'm it I'm it call me Mr. IT

the ettiquette ho
Living but heaven was close
I couldv'e get my head blown
But nigga I'm better I grown
Nigga remember the day we was recording on phones
Now

traveled, daily battles and tussles
Sweet signs of struggle brings success by the bundles
We all had our individual rhymes, rhyme groups
Rhyming groups

a box flip a shit
Couldn't get it in if it was key and lock
Size doesn't matter when you've got a cardboard cock
Got invited by a girl to come plunder

particular,
Don't need to be catered, not by anyone
Right from the start, I tell you where I'm from,
Nothing at all can touch the Cali sun
Still, I wish to sail

Bitch I'm whippin' the Camry,
I'm feeling so dandy, got a country bitch with me,
I call that ho "Sandy"
She don't understand me
I switch topics too

of ho, you take a glance and think she way out your league
Clap that shit right from the back, I keep my glizzy in reach
I don't usually pop out, but

honeys... the superstars 

[Tupac] I don't want to be her man...
I want to be her nigga, you feel me 

[Richie Rich] Well let'em know... 

(Tupac)
You fuckin

with this and that fits imminent
Licks deep gap to speak so intense hits

Of your needs to get
Hos lines
And then skip sweep the floors
Of your blood

hope (I got that hope)
All you ho rappers are in my scope
Don't you ever think about going after my folks
Murray Franklin your head
Just to show you how

damned if you flex on me
The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats
And all these songs about cash are what we just don't need
Yo, nobody care

charred, ho.
Make no fucking difference, no
I still wanted it, it all, though.

Making money, taking money, bringing home, the dough
To your honey, ho.
Still

Witness my pain grow, I don't kick it with lame folks
Simple and plain though, you gon remember my name ho, ha!

Yo, check it
This that high school lunch

bitch
I don't give no fuck, and I've been nailed

And I've been against these niggas
Hell, these niggas never blew my pulse
Go make another love song

drool
Lil' ho, clean my tool
She don't know what to do
I don't play by the rules
Bitch, you know we bool (yeah)
Bitch, you know we bool, ayy
Fuckin' that

Flick off the switch
And I'll ignite the night in pitch
Singin' songs y'already know
To stroke my own ego
Don't you know I'm only halfway there?
So

)
(Don’t think ke o tlwaela ma-ada)
Ha o mpona ke o dwadlela m’gaga (Walk on by)
Kore fela o ntlwaela makaka nigga
Let me be

Now, I dedicate this

Don't you player hate me, ho
Man, I'm 'bout tired of this ho shit
I'm heartless out the garden
No nigga to fuck with
On the block with the stone (yeah)