U-God lyrics
U-God lyrics
"Ghetto Gutter Lyrics"
Never Lyrics
Never (no I will) never ever grow tired of you Never (no I will) never ever stop loving you And you will never have to cry cause I will never make you blue
[Chorus: U-God (w Autumn Rue)]
I tear the roof right off this mother (I give them ghetto gutter)
That venom, I put it (on you, I'll give them ghetto gutter)
[U-God]
In the big black Cadillac, no handles attached
Drunk off the super skunk, pass me a batch
My single's on the radio, turn it up blast
I'm comin' through, stomp it up, put
My Energizer bunny boo, how long can you last
She spazzed on my dashboard, I almost crashed
What more can you ask for? The honey or the cash?
But it's money over bitches when I hit her with the shaft
[Chorus 2X]
[U-God]
Rhinestone cowboys, ratchets on the waist
Cops roll by, blow the haze in they face
Heads in th
Almost made a sell but someone yelled out "Jake!"
Then I bailed out like I had on skates
Almost fell out, but I made it home same
Splash on some fragrance, grind on the Ave
Kid, I'm ghetto fabulous, when the news cameras flash
[Chorus 2X]
[U-God]
I got a project chicken, her head game is greatThis Land Is Your Land Lyrics
(I have transcribed this from a wire recording that originally came from a live radio broadcast sometime in the 1940's). I later saved it to 1/4" reel-to-reel. I later found that tape a
/> She part time stripper, she handles my weightNever (no I will) never ever grow tired of you Never (no I will) never ever stop loving you And you will never have to cry cause I will never make you blue
[Chorus: U-God (w Autumn Rue)]
I tear the roof right off this mother (I give them ghetto gutter)
That venom, I put it (on you, I'll give them ghetto gutter)
[U-God]
In the big black Cadillac, no handles attached
Drunk off the super skunk, pass me a batch
My single's on the radio, turn it up blast
I'm comin' through, stomp it up, put
Alabama Boy Lyrics
You look kinda like Jesus In those Italian paintings You seem so familiar - maybe that's why You're accustomed to sorrow It's part of your make-up You s
it on smashYou look kinda like Jesus In those Italian paintings You seem so familiar - maybe that's why You're accustomed to sorrow It's part of your make-up You s
My Energizer bunny boo, how long can you last
She spazzed on my dashboard, I almost crashed
What more can you ask for? The honey or the cash?
But it's money over bitches when I hit her with the shaft
[Chorus 2X]
[U-God]
Rhinestone cowboys, ratchets on the waist
Cops roll by, blow the haze in they face
Heads in th
Slow Ride Lyrics
They got a committee to get me off the block 'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop Because being bad news is what we're all about We went to Whit
e staircase, fiendin' for the baseThey got a committee to get me off the block 'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop Because being bad news is what we're all about We went to Whit
Almost made a sell but someone yelled out "Jake!"
Then I bailed out like I had on skates
Almost fell out, but I made it home same
Splash on some fragrance, grind on the Ave
Kid, I'm ghetto fabulous, when the news cameras flash
[Chorus 2X]
[U-God]
I got a project chicken, her head game is great
(I have transcribed this from a wire recording that originally came from a live radio broadcast sometime in the 1940's). I later saved it to 1/4" reel-to-reel. I later found that tape a
Liberian connection, stretch through out of state
With pure opium shipments, fresh from out the crates
She drive a brand new Lex', tan with no plates
Motor bay, predates, sell it for high rate
Let's go one time, baby, two to the brain
Legendary street weapon, back in the game
[Chorus 2X]