Lyrics:
two
It was last call for alcohol
Billy got mean and he wanted to brawl
Old Jim Bob he was under the table
He wanted me to drive, I was barely able
Jane
Go against the grain, we gon' leave that nigga where he lay, two (Yeah)
Hoes right by my bedside
One on my dick and the other gotta wait in line
I
for diamonds
Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at 'cha neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheels and me, the wind in my
don't do me like that
Come on baby don't do me like that
VERSE II
I still get those little butterflies
Every time you stare into my eyes
You say let's
left off
Bruk her back and then take off
See them man and they swept off
I got cargo no bo2
Issa l2 r2 when we buck your crew
Who knew?
Like cluedo
Artista: Jey M
Título: Humo
Prod by. Came Beats X Manny Tun Tun
Intro : Jey M
Yaaahh Team Team Presi Money, skeet
Bebiendo y fumando (OUUHHH)
con
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
Ohhhhhhhhhh!
Hey yo, check it out man
ICP's back in the haugh man
Violent J, man
2 Dope, man
Wicked clown, man
Fuck yeah, man
Hey, quick,
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I
Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
Say you got guns, then bring that shit
Say you got ones, then bring that shit
[Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
(You say you got
the beginning I do not make the rules
Bro be cool
Lost a couple thousand told me stay in school
I'm Bob the Builder, made like half a band was tryna cop a tool
Accordions and Tim Buck Two
Devilishly suited eggs
Wilted like my yesterdays
Fondled by the testing grounds
Hands pop down from ceiling cows
Udders stretch
good for you like a vegatable
Shows by the several
Schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time
Than you know it's federal
Uh, incredible, yeah
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
By Bob Hartman
Based on Rom. 7:15
I have a secret that I let nobody see
An evil shadow that's been hanging over me
My alter ego that I try to hold
I mean everywhere I go like
If I do a show like
Everybody owe me, I’m the big macaroni
I turn it up, burn it up, rockin this bitch
Bag full of goodies
with
Something to Remember Me By
Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(It's doing my fucking head in)
Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(I'm
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
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