Boyz N Da Hood Lyrics
Boyz N Da Hood Lyrics
"Look Lyrics"
World's Best Dad Lyrics
they tell you there were better days you can't remember through the haze this is the only life you've ever known they sigh and talk about fist fights when you could go to sleep at night without avengers tearing out your wishbone you pray to god and wonder just who's up there what kind of father would leave his kids alone in a world where you're lucky if your mom cares hordes of people call the streets their
Look, Look, Look, Look [x2]
[Duke:]
You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta nigga (Look)
In the cracks and the crevises of the ghetto nigga (look)
Gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher nigga (look)
Gotta 9 like a 45 special nigga (look)
Still chillin with my hoe heard a bitch holla (look)
It's a nigga with a chrome double barrell so I (look)
Coming at me wanna kill me I can tell how the way he (look)
But I already had my thing cocked before I (look)
See I had the same face of the nigga and i (look)
like a nigga keep your throat to a fine hoe thing thats a reefa
One slip then my 9 went bang Got rough on anybody who wanna test my game
Can't you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang
Got some niggas still livin how i rocks they fade
Got a whole click of killas ridin chevys on blaze
And a t
[Chorus (x2) (Jody Breeze):]
Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in (look)
Black tees, black hats, with the black tims (look)
We aint talkin to you niggas shit we aint gotta (look)
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look)
[Jody Breeze:]
Well what up for yah, it's your boy Breeze again
Breezin in with one of yall Breeze again
And i know Jesus seein me sin so why not blow dro, why not sip seez and gin
Reason bein since birth man things have seemed
A little different, I'm still pimpin deep with in
But now that I'm grown it's on so i'm a go on and spit it
And if I wanted your hoe I could have her gone in minutes
I pull up in the chevy lookin real slick and vicious
With a bottle of hennisey and a blunt of that sticky
Hops out with the forces the same color of the fittedBullet and a Target Lyrics
Mr.Dhali Llama Another sister's shootin' heroin tomorrow Amputees in Freetown Sierra Leone's The church wasnt honest The state put the youth in a harness Creatin' hostility among us The teacher said no college Still the kid's gotta get a check with a couple commas People wanna bomb us More people gotta scatter and run from us You can blame it on Zeus and Apollo and Adonis But what
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Instead of callin me daddy these hoes callin me diddythey tell you there were better days you can't remember through the haze this is the only life you've ever known they sigh and talk about fist fights when you could go to sleep at night without avengers tearing out your wishbone you pray to god and wonder just who's up there what kind of father would leave his kids alone in a world where you're lucky if your mom cares hordes of people call the streets their
Look, Look, Look, Look [x2]
[Duke:]
You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta nigga (Look)
In the cracks and the crevises of the ghetto nigga (look)
Gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher nigga (look)
Gotta 9 like a 45 special nigga (look)
Still chillin with my hoe heard a bitch holla (look)
It's a nigga with a chrome double barrell so I (look)
Coming at me wanna kill me I can tell how the way he (look)
But I already had my thing cocked before I (look)
See I had the same face of the nigga and i (look)
like a nigga keep your throat to a fine hoe thing thats a reefa
One slip then my 9 went bang Got rough on anybody who wanna test my game
Can't you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang
Got some niggas still livin how i rocks they fade
Got a whole click of killas ridin chevys on blaze
And a t
One Life to Live Lyrics
Intro: Peter Gunz Niggas, sick, shit Lord Tariq: Now whatchu wanna do, type of niggas Peter Gunz: They don't know now, they'll never know, that's how I feel Verse 1:Lord Tariq And on the seventh day the Lord made money On the sixth day, I busted my gun 500 000 is not half of one Caught the keys akisane for 63 hundred on sale I ordere for Bronx niggas If you want it, I'll hea
rap to the moon, one heat one gameIntro: Peter Gunz Niggas, sick, shit Lord Tariq: Now whatchu wanna do, type of niggas Peter Gunz: They don't know now, they'll never know, that's how I feel Verse 1:Lord Tariq And on the seventh day the Lord made money On the sixth day, I busted my gun 500 000 is not half of one Caught the keys akisane for 63 hundred on sale I ordere for Bronx niggas If you want it, I'll hea
[Chorus (x2) (Jody Breeze):]
Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in (look)
Black tees, black hats, with the black tims (look)
We aint talkin to you niggas shit we aint gotta (look)
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look)
[Jody Breeze:]
Well what up for yah, it's your boy Breeze again
Breezin in with one of yall Breeze again
And i know Jesus seein me sin so why not blow dro, why not sip seez and gin
Reason bein since birth man things have seemed
A little different, I'm still pimpin deep with in
But now that I'm grown it's on so i'm a go on and spit it
And if I wanted your hoe I could have her gone in minutes
I pull up in the chevy lookin real slick and vicious
With a bottle of hennisey and a blunt of that sticky
Hops out with the forces the same color of the fitted
Mr.Dhali Llama Another sister's shootin' heroin tomorrow Amputees in Freetown Sierra Leone's The church wasnt honest The state put the youth in a harness Creatin' hostility among us The teacher said no college Still the kid's gotta get a check with a couple commas People wanna bomb us More people gotta scatter and run from us You can blame it on Zeus and Apollo and Adonis But what
I got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties
Nigga young and old, freak nasty with it
Gold teeth gonna shine, sho nuff
And you can turn your head but your broad gonna look
[Chorus (x2)]
[Big Gee:]
Hoppin out of candy coated chevy bitch (look)
Whole team ballin harder than a roucus trick (look)
Sucka tryin to get live, got his gut split (look)
Got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick (look)
Thats why we rollin deep with a barreta taker (look)
A dime piece with me all you better do is (look)
Get your head open wide like a pocket book (look)
You know you shook you aint gotta hide your face bitch (look)
Yeah its mister click clacker yeah i jack the jackers
Cover more than greyhound every hustlin backwards
Stay in the pocket
27 Shots Lyrics
[Kool Keith] They try to say California is plastic I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too Fuck all you niggaz comin out to the Soul Train Awards with them pop ass headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit That's some old REAL Michael Jackson shit I'm comin with Crazy Vic Let me hear you tryin to copy my shit Fuck the impact even
gettin sticked but im breakin them tackles[Kool Keith] They try to say California is plastic I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too Fuck all you niggaz comin out to the Soul Train Awards with them pop ass headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit That's some old REAL Michael Jackson shit I'm comin with Crazy Vic Let me hear you tryin to copy my shit Fuck the impact even
Disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle
I've been gettin it for years and real niggas know that
Back when Dominique, Brooklyn jersey rockin the throw back
Take it from me, I'm a hunt your ass down like a lojack
Catch your ass while you sleep, blow your ass like a dro sack
[Chorus (x2)]
[Young Jeezy:]
Step up in the club with just a swing in my chain
It's deez boyz snow man is the name
Posted up poppin cris like you do them beers
Got bread stacks I aint seen in a couple of years
When i ball I see a gansta they dont look they stare
Symbols in my ears 6 figures a pair
And I'm straight from the hood that's where i come from
Still spend a hundred grand a year on white air ones
[Chorus (x2)]
Look, Look, Look, Look [x2]