Tha Eastsidaz lyrics
Tha Eastsidaz lyrics
"Big Bang Theory lyrics"
Plume lyrics
Oh yeah, another day Oh yeah, gotta play What it is, it never was I don't care to give enough My boredom has outshined the sun It's all down low I just want to have some Little fun Oh yeah, another day Oh yeah, what a waste What it is, It never was I don't care or give a fuck My boredom has outshined the sun It's all down low I just want to have
Oh yeah, another day Oh yeah, gotta play What it is, it never was I don't care to give enough My boredom has outshined the sun It's all down low I just want to have some Little fun Oh yeah, another day Oh yeah, what a waste What it is, It never was I don't care or give a fuck My boredom has outshined the sun It's all down low I just want to have
[CPO, Kurupt, Pinky, Xzibit] Intro: Xzibit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in the '99 What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo HOOK: Xzibit I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities (we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off) I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions (we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off [Kurupt] Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off Blast wit somethin and I breaks all thDevils Toy lyricse walls off Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin Scat, takin three to four to the back I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air Let me put 'bout two in the air Let me show these motherfuckers that I don't care It's a symphony composed of killers and armed forces Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses [Pinky] It's goin down by the year 2 G I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and Gun in hand, operation quicksand Aint t
(Warwick) Between the devil and the deep blue sea That crazy woman put a spell on me She said come closer I got something to tell Got a heart full of soul and a soul full of hell This crazy child will be the death of me Better buy yourself some Freedom 'cos it don't come free Love flows like blood sweet angel dust Pain leads to pleasure love leads to lust She said... <Schilder Me Rood lyricsyin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand I had to bless the head of a military man Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from Iran Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam I know what you look like, I know how you think I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink HOOK [CPO] Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese You work your fuckin employees You know you get all excited like that Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz I like it like that, bitch I kill drama, shit get action packed When I jump out the black stealth bomber Cuz it's bout, you know, I want the fuckin mansion pad To heal that bitch sittin on So don't waste the fuckin cheese that you earn Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn Don't fuck with Bos
De plattegrond van wie ik ben Is voor niemand echt te volgen Een labyrint zo grijs en groot Dat je er steeds door wordt verzwolgen Mijn plattegrond is zwart en wit En daarom moeilijk te doorgronden Je zoekt een straat, maar vlotte kans Dat die door jou niet wordt gevonden En je stelt me in staat van liefde... Schilder me rood Geef me de kleur van je hartstocht Schilder me rood GeefReal One lyricssy off the glam, Rollin crack , blow blocks in half [Tray Deee] We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners Handles all business and pay off the comissioner Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches 20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain Gangbang slang came and aint gon change All out till we fall out, fuck the world DoggHouse style with the chucks and curls HOOK
Music by Hatakka-Lehtinen-Waltari Wake up, shake up yourself to the road it's an endless one, so forget your code just shoot, inside you there's a machine gun your bullets are tough, have a hot foot run you don't need no peanuts or little mistakes they'll give you bad feelings, they'll give you heartache just trust yourself wherever you go 'coz your heart always knows what you got to s