B lyrics
B lyrics
"Get's Down Like That Lyrics"
Featuring Big Bone, D-Day]
B-Legit:
I clear the corners like homers with the bass is strong(?)
They can't stand to see me with it so I fakes no funk
No punk in my bloodline
Just killas and shit
Ride to town like the biggest dope dealers with grip, bitch
It ain't easy being wealthy
Staying healthy
Knowing sucka muthufuckas they want to melt me
But I ain't ice cream, butter, or the cheddar cheese
You better peep the Berreta of a nigga sleep
Big Bone:
'Cuz they be knowin' about the city that I'm comin out of
Check your shit
You might come up short of your hefty grip
We nightcrawlers straight underground
Jackin' you for your shit nigga
What you gonna do now
When you see us niggas comin' through
Grab your bitch and your kids
We want 'em too
Yeah, 'cuz playaz come out when it's sunny
But when night time comes
Those playaz turn into gangstas and get they money
D-Day:
All the time I'm pumpin dope
For those who underestimate the propa shit
Hang Time Lyrics
South of the border, down Mississippi way Born on the delta, where the blues men play Out on the road, just doin? my time When I come home, I wanna be with my kind Mamma calls me baby, daddy says son That ain?t no name for a man on the run Stick to your guns, and you surely win Open up your mouth, and let the moonshine in Hang time, down in the neighborhood Well it?s hang time, I?m hangin? with my family and friends Well grab my little honey for a little doe-se-doe Cut myself a slice O?rug, on th
South of the border, down Mississippi way Born on the delta, where the blues men play Out on the road, just doin? my time When I come home, I wanna be with my kind Mamma calls me baby, daddy says son That ain?t no name for a man on the run Stick to your guns, and you surely win Open up your mouth, and let the moonshine in Hang time, down in the neighborhood Well it?s hang time, I?m hangin? with my family and friends Well grab my little honey for a little doe-se-doe Cut myself a slice O?rug, on th
And won't quit until I accumulate the propa grip
So don't trip
As we get with these fools who thought they knew
From the gate
Keep it straight when fuckin' with my crew
'Cuz I'll be going up out my way to keep this shit straight
Mobb down about the town like a pancake
Earthquake I'm shakin 'em up like my hurricane
Applying pressure whenever and it's a damn shame
Chorus(X2)
We spit the superfly shit
Makin' a bitch say hey
Them Sick Wid' It niggas get they cash money
We keep them pistols and gats
Down for peelin' them caps
'Cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that
D-Day:
Keep on hearin' niggaz hollin 'bout they ass gotta go
And where they gotta be
One more time I kick rhymes and they don't wanna see
Do Rae Me
Rippin' shit on this M-I-C
Down with two more muthafuckas
Who finna spit it see
Big Bone:
Fuckin with this rap could be bubblelicous
Clear the industry of guppies and goldfishes
We spit the super fly raps
Maki
I Am Ready For Love Lyrics
I am colour blind, Coffee black and egg white. Pull me out from inside, I am ready... I am ready... I am ready... I am... Taffi stuck get tongue tied, Stutter shook and uptight. Pull me out from inside, I am ready... I am ready... I am ready... I am fine. I am covered in skin, No one gets to come in. Pull me out from inside, I am folded, And unfolded, and unfolding, I am... Colour Blind, Coffee black and egg white. Pull me out from inside
n' a bitch say shit I am colour blind, Coffee black and egg white. Pull me out from inside, I am ready... I am ready... I am ready... I am... Taffi stuck get tongue tied, Stutter shook and uptight. Pull me out from inside, I am ready... I am ready... I am ready... I am fine. I am covered in skin, No one gets to come in. Pull me out from inside, I am folded, And unfolded, and unfolding, I am... Colour Blind, Coffee black and egg white. Pull me out from inside
Who the fuck could it be
A-1 and B-Legit
B-Legit:
They got me twisted as hell
It seems I see some females
Some long ass weaves guess jeans and lee nails
But I can't tell
The corbel ain't got me brainy
Bitches all stuck to my paint 'cuz I'm candy
Hand me the muthafuckin' blunt ba-by
I do's a bird 35 down I-Eigh-ty
I'm tryin' to get this bitch to the show now
Oh you know it go down
Fuckin with the t-nown bitch
Chorus(X2)
We spit the superfly shit
Makin' a bitch say hey
Them Sick Wid' It niggas get they cash money
We keep them pistols and gats
Down for peelin' them caps
'Cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that
Big Bone:
I'm clowin' muthafuckas givin' 'em away
Got your whole block flooded with meth and yay
Tell the asian man I'm on my way
I need major hook
Niggas hog moggin'
Tryin' to keep the whole book
But it don't go down like that
I bring the heat
Leave a nigga relaxing in
KEEP IT OUT OF SIGHT Lyrics
(Wilko Johnson) You walk right in Don't see nobody turn around Get no connections You're just a face in any crowd Some let you know The good times are coming Just wait until you tell 'em right Keep it out of sight Keep it out of sight You movin' up Man, the place is getting hot You just can't lose With all that stuff that you got You know the people understand You got a reputation You don't wanna argue fuss and fight Keep it out of sight Keep it out of sight You
his front seat (Wilko Johnson) You walk right in Don't see nobody turn around Get no connections You're just a face in any crowd Some let you know The good times are coming Just wait until you tell 'em right Keep it out of sight Keep it out of sight You movin' up Man, the place is getting hot You just can't lose With all that stuff that you got You know the people understand You got a reputation You don't wanna argue fuss and fight Keep it out of sight Keep it out of sight You
Head back like he asleep
With the reak of a muddy lake
Caught a man code 3 bring the yellow tape
D-Day:
As I get in where I fit in
Some funky ass shit
Down with niggas in my click
To let 'em know who they be fuckin' wit'
Got the shit locked down like up in SQ
Comin' new in '96 is what you best do
I test 1,2 and then I straight run through
Up in the V-A double where you best come true
'Cuz I'll be choppin' up on this game like a ginsu
And all you bitches and tricks know what a nigga like me into
B-Legit:
Some thousand gram units with the cash around 'em
I'll pour 'em out the window
And the task they found 'em
They try to get a nigga
But it's too much scratch
And fools from my camp get's down like that
Chorus(X4)
We spit the superfly shit
Makin' a bitch say hey
Them Sick Wid' It niggas get they cash money
We keep them pistols and gats
Down for peelin' them caps
Cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that