Country Grammar
Nelly lyrics
Nelly lyrics
"Dis is da Life Lyrics"
Love Is Like A Cigarette Lyrics
What is love You called it heaven above Star that shine in the night A bird that sings in its flight A flower that blooms in the spring There's no such thing Love's like a cigarette You know you had my heart aglow Between your fingertips And just like a cigarette I never knew the thrill of life Until you touched my lips Then just like a cigarette Love seem to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret And with a flick of your fingertips It was easy for you to fo
What is love You called it heaven above Star that shine in the night A bird that sings in its flight A flower that blooms in the spring There's no such thing Love's like a cigarette You know you had my heart aglow Between your fingertips And just like a cigarette I never knew the thrill of life Until you touched my lips Then just like a cigarette Love seem to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret And with a flick of your fingertips It was easy for you to fo
talking)
>Man, I've been thinking
What you've been thinking about man?
>Ever since Country Grammar done spent seven million
Millions I told you
>That shit's been crazy
Shit's been fucking crazy, I tell ya
(Chorus - Ali & Murphy Lee)
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot
Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot
Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life
(Murphy Lee)
Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me
'Cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, Murphy perverted
And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at
Keep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at?
Herky got my quarter-0 sack and b
Summertime ( in album Live at Winterland '68 ) Lyrics
Summertime, time, time, Child, the living's easy. Fish are jumping out And the cotton, Lord, Cotton's high, Lord, so high. Your daddy's rich And your ma is so good-looking, babe. She's looking good now, Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't you cry, Cry! One of these mornings You're gonna rise, rise up singing, You're gonna spread your wings, Child, and take, take to the sky, Lord, the sky. Until that morning Honey, n-n-nothin
lunt papersSummertime, time, time, Child, the living's easy. Fish are jumping out And the cotton, Lord, Cotton's high, Lord, so high. Your daddy's rich And your ma is so good-looking, babe. She's looking good now, Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't you cry, Cry! One of these mornings You're gonna rise, rise up singing, You're gonna spread your wings, Child, and take, take to the sky, Lord, the sky. Until that morning Honey, n-n-nothin
Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver
Playa hater hater, Lunatic rhyme maker
I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker
Call me when you finna' break up, you can't take a
I take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake up
Short so I gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me
I sport the ten, ain't no puntin for me
Murphy Lee the school boy's what you want me to be
So I'm a be that, for six D-I-G-I-Ts
I'm a L-U-N-A-T-I-C, 'bout to B-L-O-W-U-P, c'mon
(Chorus)
(Kyjuan)
Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we makin a lot
I be's that nigga like Vacant Lot
I'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the spot
I'm takin a shot before I pull up on the lot
It's V.I.P. parkin, walked in sparkin
Ain't nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant
They all linin up, all nines and up
And I better make my choice, the nights windin enough
Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough
Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black
With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow
Nigga, I put my word on it,
My Guitar Lyrics
R.J. JohnsonB. Lee We used to be the best of friends I wrote a song for you You'd call me for no reason Talk about TV and food We used to be the best of friends You read my horoscope, you said I wasn't anal enough to be a Virgo I said that's what I hoped I admitted I was scared to you I said I couldn't sleep I told my jokes and they were bad You laughed to humour me We used to be the best of friends We flirted but no more Sometimes we'd drop each other hints That we would both i
my team shoots wellR.J. JohnsonB. Lee We used to be the best of friends I wrote a song for you You'd call me for no reason Talk about TV and food We used to be the best of friends You read my horoscope, you said I wasn't anal enough to be a Virgo I said that's what I hoped I admitted I was scared to you I said I couldn't sleep I told my jokes and they were bad You laughed to humour me We used to be the best of friends We flirted but no more Sometimes we'd drop each other hints That we would both i
That's if I had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me?)
My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide right in
And I keep a room key, ain't no need for no pin
I got Sugar Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends
(Chorus)
(Nelly)
Check it
It ain't my fault I was born with Country Grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma'
Slight limp son, you know, to Simpson
I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some
Call me Kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb
I'm talkin brains in the back of the Range, (been done)
I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy name
The one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin from the vain
I'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the chain
The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs
I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs
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Light Pollution Lyrics
johnny hopson was a good man he used to loan me books and mic stands he even got me a subscription to the socialist review listening to records in his basement old folk songs about the government it's love of money not the market he said "these fuckers push on you" and freedom yells it don't cry whatever sells will decide but there's no hell when you die so don't look so worried he got a nightlife, lost his dayjob pushing paper, swinging p
n Q, when she hopped on the tip my manjohnny hopson was a good man he used to loan me books and mic stands he even got me a subscription to the socialist review listening to records in his basement old folk songs about the government it's love of money not the market he said "these fuckers push on you" and freedom yells it don't cry whatever sells will decide but there's no hell when you die so don't look so worried he got a nightlife, lost his dayjob pushing paper, swinging p
She must've been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay
All my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, (why?)
Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (I)
"You boys for real", "you fakin" at the same time
Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't playin right
(Chorus)
(talking)
Ever since that Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life
>Man, I don't know, I've been thinking
I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go
they all know that "down, down, baby" shit
>Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them changing
Everybody else around you changed, I have noticed that, I noticed that
>Maybe, maybe...
You just try to do what you've been tryin to do from day one
You know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happens
Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore
Everybody wants to be like, you know "fuck him"
You know what I'm sayin?
(both) Maaaan, this is the life!