Boyz N Da Hood Lyrics

Boyz N Da Hood Lyrics

"Felonies Lyrics"

She Used To Say That To Me Lyrics
(Jim Lauderdale/John Scott Sherrill) Let's take a rest Your kisses take my breath You are the best It's never been like this Chorus: She used to say that to me Over and over so sweet She'll tell you she'll never leave She used to say that to me It thrills you so When she whispers soft and low “Please hold me tight I need your love tonight” Repeat Chorus “I'm yours,” she sighs And she means it at the time But somed

FELONIES (2005)
BOYZ IN DA HOOD

[HOOK]
Whats up with partner, Where he live, Where he stay at
Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?
I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz,
Everyone of them got felonies man!
I'm slap me a nigga, befoe its over with,
I'm rush me a nigga, befoe its over with,
Duct tape me a nigga, befoe its over with,
I'm bust me a nigga, befoe its over with.

[DUKE]
I'm sick & I'm tired of niggas asking bout mine
If I'm cockin that iron, I'm telling you I'm sending them signs
I move fast forward I aint got no button to rewind
I react of instinct I aint stressin no time
I came a long way from peddlin rocks
Block recognized the gansta & he up my stock
Showed me the recipe & other grams I copped
Home ain't a home withoutta arm & hammer box
Shit, Jeezy just be being on that cell
Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R.Kelly (I got that work nigga)
Lotta niggas they be claimin
Gout D'Belgium Lyrics
Orval, Duvel, Corsendonk Scaldis, Chimay, Rodenbach Westmalle Triple, Golden Carolus Belgian Alcoholocaust!!! Get startin' with Hoegaarden! I'm flash whacked on Pauwel Kwak! I've raised many a glass with St. Sixtus and deviled my brain with Duvel My mind is as high as the heavens, but my liver is burning in Hell!!! Bellvue, Boon Gueuze, Timmermans DeTroch, Leifmans, Lindemans Rose de Gambrinus by Cantillion Belgian Alcoholocaust!!! Go get
the spot
But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots
So ask not why my attitude is shitty
Step aside why a real nigga move the city, huh
From my block to your block niggas know me
They know that ole reppin ass niggas a O.G.
We use to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth
& A flip flop crease with gold shoes on all they feet
Please believe we ain't playing no games
But I will take a charge if you try to drive my lane
Plus I gotta donkey dick to drive the broads in sane
I'm a street cat, shit you know I'm hard to tame

[HOOK] 1x

[YOUNG JEEZY]
I'm a gansta mutha fucka if you ever seen one
Black fitty cap nigga & some Air Force One's
Hey & I'm strapped so dont set trip
.45 hitcha make your whole chest split
Sleepy Brown nigga I cant wait
Fifty grand round my neck like bait
Hey & keep thinking its gravy
Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy
& I ain't playin witcha mother fuckers
Shoot both
Feels Good Lyrics
f/ Usher [Cam'ron] Eh yo, why am I gonna sit here and let ya'll bug me Cause I met a dime and the girl is lovely And though we in love she ain't all luvy-duvy Smacks me on the ass and says fast nigga fuck me Don't worry if my babygirl trust me I don't do nothing for her to bust me I would love her if her rings were rusty Feet were crusty and arms were musty Cause ain't nobody gettin that--just me And ain't nobody hittin that--just me If I cheat I know
of yall make yall niggas blood brothers (thats righhht)
& I'm so sincere, I ain't playing witcha niggas this year
(Hey we gone rob dem Boyz n Da Hood) Bitch please
I'll kill a mutha fucks bout Jody Breeze
Yeah nigga thats the truth, bout Big Dee Big Duke I'll shoot

[HOOK] 1x

[BIG DEE]
I'm telling you man I be rollin on dem corners no Range no necklace man
Range Rover no rims left they neck in da pain
& Put the silencer on the tip professional man
Pressure point blank like a sexual change
& Splitcha head down the middle like a sectional man
Hard blow to hard coat exsposen the four
Even though I tote gun I dont rob no more
Now here I go on the patio with a flat head screwdriver
Prying on the side door in a gat proof suit liner
Calm but I'm wide open they act I'm do something
Quite its going down on em with a Mac 11 two rifle
Pistol, pumps, switch & knives,
Pistol grips, smoked clips, nighsticks & plyers
No myth I'm him fuc
My Baby Blue Lyrics
Minutes turn to days Years just melt away In the park at dawn Just a flower on chorus: I keep callin' to you My baby blue, my baby blue I keep callin' to you My baby blue, my baby blue We discovered love In the basements of Some of my best friends I've never seen again chorus Oh so young and oh so tender Almost hurts too much to rememder As if the weight of your head on my shoulder By itself would make us older If i c
ka get hypnotized
Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride

[HOOK] 1x


[JODY BREEZE]
Well I'm the youngest in the click boy
Try me like a bitch & I'll betcha I'll be the first to punch you in ya shit
Yall niggas just talking, yall niggas aint ready
Yall niggas dont want none of dis
While yall out spending 100's on your necks
Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims
I'm on da block spending 100's on bricks
Sending 100's to the J gotta 100 more fits
Fake niggas get killed round here
Its real in the field betta get it how you live
& If not cock back bust atcha cock suckers mutha fucka in fact I will
Cause the niggas that I roll with & blow dro with
Fuck hoes with they outta control
Realer in bumpin chevy's with Mac 11's holdin it steady
Ready to put seven off in your belly boy

[HOOK] 1x

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Friday 9-16-2005