We Can't Be Stopped
Geto Boys lyrics
Geto Boys lyrics
"Gangsta Lyrics"
Sweet Suffering Lyrics
As a shadow is cast overhead I rejoice in the coming of the gloom Lifting my eyes to view what, to me, is beauty I decipher what is read in the cloud The verse is shouting out and ringing in my ears The claps of thunder, scared? No, me I revere in the enchantment of mother nature Her caress it soothes and brings me joy Kneeling in the
As a shadow is cast overhead I rejoice in the coming of the gloom Lifting my eyes to view what, to me, is beauty I decipher what is read in the cloud The verse is shouting out and ringing in my ears The claps of thunder, scared? No, me I revere in the enchantment of mother nature Her caress it soothes and brings me joy Kneeling in the
[scarface]
They love me
They say now pass the ganga to the left hand side
Filppin in the range rover blowing past the one times.
Hit me with the (whoop whoop)
Bubble gum flashing in my rear view
Spraying freshener trying to steer too
Throwin out my herbs on the passenger side
Got the windows rolled down, airing out the ride
Got a loaded 45 inside
That keep for protection when Im riding by
My smith and wesson got a scope too
And I may have caught a body on it
For those who get just know somebody want it
They only ? ? ? ? ?
To know that you aint do
Worldwide Gangsta Lyrics
Muthafuckers you frontin we comin' with heat niggas ar15's we sweepin up the street bigger guns make niggas run we squeeze triggers we leave niggas slump overhead in the lap we constantly count cream in the crackhouse basiclly we bangin' bitches backs out I feel like I'm the last child throwing bricks at a glasshouse poppin and puffin' til I pass out this gangsta shit is for my youngin' who flip b
ne shitMuthafuckers you frontin we comin' with heat niggas ar15's we sweepin up the street bigger guns make niggas run we squeeze triggers we leave niggas slump overhead in the lap we constantly count cream in the crackhouse basiclly we bangin' bitches backs out I feel like I'm the last child throwing bricks at a glasshouse poppin and puffin' til I pass out this gangsta shit is for my youngin' who flip b
But still you got them haters in your business
Im paraniod shes blowing my high
And she knew that I was buzzin from the red in my eye
Got my license and my papers, showed me my picture on the source
Then what the fuck you stopping me for?
And she said
[chorus]
Gangsta ow
Put me down, now
Gang-sata put me down
Now, ow
[scarface]
So I gave her my cellular number and told her call me up
Beating on my dashboard hot than a fuck
Cause I done chunked a half a square thinkin 5-0 jocking trying to jam me up
I continue on my mi
Don't Tell Me No Lyrics
James Griffin - Robb Royer, 1972) Everytime I look into you it tears me up inside Got a hunger for ya, woman, that just can't be denied Don't tell me no, ain't my kind of answer Don't tell me no, won't accept that answer Makin' lots of money, honey, ain't what I call success And I won't have what I need until you tell me yes Don't te
ssion to my grandmas houseJames Griffin - Robb Royer, 1972) Everytime I look into you it tears me up inside Got a hunger for ya, woman, that just can't be denied Don't tell me no, ain't my kind of answer Don't tell me no, won't accept that answer Makin' lots of money, honey, ain't what I call success And I won't have what I need until you tell me yes Don't te
Hollering at my homeboy who just got out
Whats up lets roll
Get you some clothes
Take you to the club so you can get with some hoes.
Lets go
Made to the mall hoes thick
Listenting to pac saying thats the shit.
Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue
Telling me she like what I do
And the hoe was like
[chorus]
[willie-d]
Willie ds rollin on these
In a drop top a-z-u-r-e
With the knock, knock banging listening
To a song my nigga face singing
Eardurms just a ringing, my hom
Satanic Cowboy Lyrics
satanic cowboy, demonic hillbilly possesses country folk to nashvilles southern rockabilly the mans got problems he ain't wrapped to tight i've seen him trottin' around on his headless horse at night he's known to hit the seen, he poses in the nude he started his own cult of redneck biker dudes known irreverently to some as the overlords anxiety claims the
ey briningsatanic cowboy, demonic hillbilly possesses country folk to nashvilles southern rockabilly the mans got problems he ain't wrapped to tight i've seen him trottin' around on his headless horse at night he's known to hit the seen, he poses in the nude he started his own cult of redneck biker dudes known irreverently to some as the overlords anxiety claims the
A couple of honies to the hideaway
We gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away
Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep
We rolling to the baby johnson fight a 100 niggas deep
Aint bringing sand to beach
I got my eyes on some freak ass broads
And menage-a-trois
Never kiss and tell I keeps em horney as hell
And take my dick inside that pussy put it under a spell
Got more mail than the post office let me remind you
Dont stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you
Freaky deaky, fready deaky deaky
When you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask
[chorus x3]