504 Boyz Lyrics
504 Boyz Lyrics
"Everywhere I Go Lyrics"
Elaine Lyrics
You hate, you scream, you swear And still you never reach him You curse, you try to scare But you can never teach him It's a dead end street They tie your hands and tie your feet And the street is narrow A nowhere lane
You hate, you scream, you swear And still you never reach him You curse, you try to scare But you can never teach him It's a dead end street They tie your hands and tie your feet And the street is narrow A nowhere lane
[Curren$y]
A lot of niggas is saying they don't like me
Because I flow so tightly, my wrist wear glow so brightly
But I ain't gonna quit, niggas know I go hard
And a dog don't settle for shit
You might see me on the block, but if I see the police
I break out, cause I'm allergic to the cops
I just put up a 7-20's on the drop, I'm fin to take a vacation
With a couple of honies on the yacht
I be the don of this rap shit, and my album going platinum
Y'all niggas i
Almost There Lyrics
Well I still recall the day you walked away. It wasn't what I had in mind. And it was the hardest thing to let you go. Because I know you could have loved me if you tried. (Chorus) And we were almost there, Yes we w
s going double plasticWell I still recall the day you walked away. It wasn't what I had in mind. And it was the hardest thing to let you go. Because I know you could have loved me if you tried. (Chorus) And we were almost there, Yes we w
Shit'll get tragic, if one of you fools
Choose to make me use my automatic
Click-clack-blow, Curren$y the Hot Spitter
Here to show you niggas how I get down
Doing donuts in a Viper, and I probably won't quit
Till I burn all the grip off my tires
[Chorus - 2x]
Now everywhere I go, they ask what I live for
Money, hoes and clothes all a nigga know
And when I get my chips, you know what I'ma go and get
A house and kicks, and a couple of w
Mo Jo Lyrics
I've got my mojo working but it just don't work on you I've got my mojo working but it just don't work on you I done tried it in New York city, now I'm gonna try it out on you I've got my mojo working I've got my mojo working Lord
hipsI've got my mojo working but it just don't work on you I've got my mojo working but it just don't work on you I done tried it in New York city, now I'm gonna try it out on you I've got my mojo working I've got my mojo working Lord
[Curren$y]
Now when I pull up, niggas running like Trans cars
That'll buck backwards, in a black Jaguar
You niggas is actors, Hot Spitter the truth
Set a fire to the mic, when I step in the booth
None other than me, around town
In the yellow Humvee, gun under my seat
You don't want none of me, cause I'm the man
You can't spit, like you lost just a life or grand
Man, why you niggas wanna rhyme like me
When I leave, watch the women run behind my jeep
You don't give me affection There's no more time to lose You don't give me attention You gotta know which road to choose (yeah) I had a lot of patience I gave you a second chance And you tried to give the best of yourself
White Air Force 1's, white tux when I went to the prom
100,000 dollar watch on my arm, everytime I step in the club
All the women watching my arm
The Hot Spitter, and I don't give a fuck what you think
I got more ice than a super-size drink, holla back nigga
[Chorus - 2x]
(*talking*)
Curren$y, Hot Spitter ya dig
Another Beat Boy thing uh ha-ha
Woo, Ezell Swang baby, S dot Bear
Uh putting it down, ha-ha