Diplomatic Immunity
Diplomats, The lyrics
Diplomats, The lyrics
"Purple Haze Lyrics"
Summer Sun Lyrics
(Bill Anderson) On the last day of Christmas I start thinking about the summer, son The beauty of the roses, the sweet song of the robin The warmth of the yellow summer sun. An
(Bill Anderson) On the last day of Christmas I start thinking about the summer, son The beauty of the roses, the sweet song of the robin The warmth of the yellow summer sun. An
[Cam'Ron]
Tito, crack that dutch
Roll that purple up
Niggaz slacking in their macking
Simpin' in their pimpin'
Glad I got you baby
You the only one I can count on man
You may crutch man, yo
[Verse 1]
We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt
Mop filled, my block leaves cops killed, duck shots still
You not built, you had zirconia's, those was zirconia's
I kept it spot built, I can ensemble linen
Grinin' on rock, silk, I'm hitting bitches like switches
I'm a top Wilt, that's Chamberlain, mama became a friend
Said she had the lamest men, wanted to learn the game I win
I had to game her then, you rearrange your friends
Then you change that Benz, we need a Range with Rims
She bought a gravy Rover, it had a pastry odor
Yes she made the quota, cause I'm like Ray Liotta
Fiends in a caskets, leaning them bastards
But the meanest of fabrics, when I'm with Athena Onassis
Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses
Causes when it come to purple, I've seen it in masses
[Cam - talking]
Whoo! Tino, you almost finished? (This ain't purple neither Tito)
This blunt almost out right here (I don't know what this is)
I love you man (I'm not smoking this)
Only thing I count on is you (Tito I want him, I don't want him)
Tito just g
The Whole Point Of No Return Lyrics
THE WHOLE POINT OF NO RETURN - Paul Weller The Lords and Ladies pass a ruling. The sons and girls go hand in hand, >From good stock and the best breeding, Paid for by the servile class,
ot the blunt, (Don't fuck with nothing else but you)THE WHOLE POINT OF NO RETURN - Paul Weller The Lords and Ladies pass a ruling. The sons and girls go hand in hand, >From good stock and the best breeding, Paid for by the servile class,
I'm reloaded now, (God damn)
(Tito roll me up another blunt, something ain't right with this)
[Verse 2]
And I'm a naissance child, gaming her stupid now
Plus, I'm stupid foul, pulled a coup to trial
I come through Canal, and let the luger style
In the DA mouth shit, here's a root canal
Right on center street, put 'em on front street
Next day the fron