Lyrics.com »
Search results for 'kids a punk by silk' Page #8
Yee yee! We've found 1,752 lyrics and 125 artists matching kids a punk by silk.
Artists:
Lyrics:
it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical How you figure god, what, flow on the track,
bank account Shoot my shot, I'ma make it count (Hey there, uh, kid) (We've been looking for this little punk by the name of Yung Pinch) (Uh, he's
home Now that daddy's gone {Scarface:} Daddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka And left the job to be done by my mother's
Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-see-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named
uh-chikka-um And this ain't on the pop tip, yo Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah) Here we go People in the audience, they cry out, "Ho" People with a gun,
new york To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want? Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee Get your shit broke in half for fucking
silk to sew We grow and take you back to like afros And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system Its all day, all play got verbs and such And cuts
best step back 'cause I'mma kill, I'ma kill So, what you thinking, Mr. Raggedy man? Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann Check you out, punk
uh-chikka-um And this ain't on the pop tip, yo Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah) Here we go People in the audience, they cry out, "Ho" People with a gun,
got them made by little slaves kids What are your overheads? At the end of your life, you're lucky if you die Sometimes I wonder why we would even
My usual guess is that they chose to digress Disillusioned by greed, causin you to distress Just do what's best, clean house, leave out Them punks
hot If you're not original rockers you will get shot Down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin' In the field makin' my brick without hayin' Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here You, boy, drop your
By indie documentaries They ain't highlighting no pain Some documentaries on Channel 4 Are only in it for the fame We ain't shoeshine boys for
One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin' In the field makin' my brick without hayin' Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here You, boy, drop your
you'll always be the small things to me Take my hand and I'll take you to the rock show I am unashamed that pop punk made me into The kid I am today Lets
on as I start to kick it Cause we're like outlaws striding while suckers are hiding Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by' Hanging out my
With the songs we creating and musically relating Sex, niggas talk by bodies in chalk Meanwhile, they boot-shaking On some punk shit, faking Wait, I
Oh, as the years go by I just wanna, turn back time To when I was a kid Never worried 'bout anything Now that I have grown old Full of questions, no
I'm glad to see you I had a funny dream You were wearing funny shoes You were going to a dance You were dressed like a punk but you are too young
King tee: Hey! here comes the funk of the future And i can rock a rhyme from perquorma to hoover The westside kid, quick to do a bid Just watch me
females by the dozen They thought he was crazy, but he wasn't Brothers would always say the kid don't play Because he would have even made Dirty Harry's
With the songs we creating and musically relating Sex, niggas talk by bodies in chalk Meanwhile, they boot-shaking On some punk shit, faking Wait, I
to (Huh?) Makin' shots at them kids who use to punk you (Huh?) Repititious rap shit, don't get nowhere play ya mouth whip And niggaz can't smoke wit' dry
Discuss these kids a punk by silk Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In