Boyz N Da Hood Lyrics
Boyz N Da Hood Lyrics
"Look Lyrics"
The Thin Line Lyrics
Ah, you hate me. Yeah, you hate me. You think I don't see murder in your eye when you're looking at me. Eh, you love me. Yeah, you love me. You don't wanna be noticeably enamored of me. So Bon Voyage sweetface, keep looking for the hole in one. Take a look at what you've done. Be a man, get yourself a trenchcoat. I'm feeling crazy can you get me a gun? Oh... I hate you. I hate you! You
Ah, you hate me. Yeah, you hate me. You think I don't see murder in your eye when you're looking at me. Eh, you love me. Yeah, you love me. You don't wanna be noticeably enamored of me. So Bon Voyage sweetface, keep looking for the hole in one. Take a look at what you've done. Be a man, get yourself a trenchcoat. I'm feeling crazy can you get me a gun? Oh... I hate you. I hate you! You
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
Calling All Angels Lyrics
Written by Jeff Jones Calling, calling all angels, oh I'm calling, calling all angels The night was still, the moon was bright when he saw a distant light So he started walkin' till he found a church outside of town And he stumbled in and closed the door, said why I'm here, I'm not sure It's my baby that I'm lookin' for, can't she see I'm down on my knees I've been calling, calling all angels,
rap to the moon, one heat one gameWritten by Jeff Jones Calling, calling all angels, oh I'm calling, calling all angels The night was still, the moon was bright when he saw a distant light So he started walkin' till he found a church outside of town And he stumbled in and closed the door, said why I'm here, I'm not sure It's my baby that I'm lookin' for, can't she see I'm down on my knees I've been calling, calling all angels,
[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
Red light You want pussy fuck 200 marks far away from home I want pussy fuck Ready to ride
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
Take Away The Music Lyrics
Take away the music Take away the good times What have I left I don't know Take away the ladies What have I left I don't know Until know no other way to live Late in the evenings hard and long nights Wasted time that I always thought That I was right don't ask me 'cause I don't know if ya Take away the music Take away the good times What have I left I don't know how how Why should
gettin sticked but im breakin them tacklesTake away the music Take away the good times What have I left I don't know Take away the ladies What have I left I don't know Until know no other way to live Late in the evenings hard and long nights Wasted time that I always thought That I was right don't ask me 'cause I don't know if ya Take away the music Take away the good times What have I left I don't know how how Why should
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]